Don't Struggle (D/H, NC-17)
Title: Don't Struggle
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 440
Pairing/Characters: Draco/Harry
Challenge: For melmoe1's birthday prompt of "Don't struggle like that, I will only love you more." It also fits my GJ 100_prompts table 002 - "motion."
Summary: PWP. Draco loves to watch Harry squirm.
Warnings: Explicit sex, rimming, mild bondage. All characters are over the age of 18.
Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for underage readers. This is an ADULT fic. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
"Don't struggle like that," Draco instructed.
"Well it's really hard to ... oh, God! .. stay still while you're doing ... yes! ... that."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," Harry was quick to reply.
Draco laughed, knowing full well how amazing it felt when Harry did this to him.
"But Harry, your wrists will get chafed if you don't stop squirming."
"Don't care. Just put that tongue back to good use. Less talk, more ... nngh. As Draco resumed his ministrations, he took the time to absorb the scene Harry displayed before him. Naked, face down, spread wide and wanton ... just for him. As he swirled his tongue around Harry's fluttering entrance, Draco moaned with delight. There was nothing quite like watching and feeling the motion of Harry writhing and wanting.
"So hot," Draco growled. "So gorgeous."
"Need you," Harry begged. "Now ... please." Draco didn't need further invitation.
He didn't often top, but when he did, Draco loved to make it last, loved to savour the movement of Harry beneath him. Not this time though. He was ready to come at the mere sight of Harry. He knew he wasn't going to last, and listening to Harry, he knew that he, too was close.
He prepared Harry quickly, coating his own cock with a generous amount of lube before positioning himself at Harry's entrance.
Harry arched in response. "Now, Draco ... can't wait."
Grasping Harry's hips, Draco slid in as slowly as his desire allowed, and gave Harry time to adjust.
"Move!" Harry ordered. Draco tried to go slowly, but his own need coupled with Harry's cries of faster and harder were his undoing. He thrust into Harry with increasing intensity, their sweat-laden bodies moving in a familiar dance.
Harry, clutching the sheet beneath him, exploded with Draco's name on his lips. As his channel contracted around Draco's cock, he knew he wasn't far behind. A few strokes later and he was pulsing his own seed into Harry.
As they lay sated, coming down from their highs, Harry chuckled.
"What's so funny, Potter?"
"I was just wondering what your reaction would be if it were me holding you down, making you beg, knowing that your mother could walk in at any moment."
Draco smiled. "How would I feel knowing that you could be as incredibly turned on by the sight of me writhing uncontrollably as I was by you, Harry? So turned on you forget completely where we are? Care to give me a preview to find out?"
"And if your mother walks in, and I can't stop?"
"Mmm ... I will only love you more."
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 440
Pairing/Characters: Draco/Harry
Challenge: For melmoe1's birthday prompt of "Don't struggle like that, I will only love you more." It also fits my GJ 100_prompts table 002 - "motion."
Summary: PWP. Draco loves to watch Harry squirm.
Warnings: Explicit sex, rimming, mild bondage. All characters are over the age of 18.
Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for underage readers. This is an ADULT fic. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
"Don't struggle like that," Draco instructed.
"Well it's really hard to ... oh, God! .. stay still while you're doing ... yes! ... that."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," Harry was quick to reply.
Draco laughed, knowing full well how amazing it felt when Harry did this to him.
"But Harry, your wrists will get chafed if you don't stop squirming."
"Don't care. Just put that tongue back to good use. Less talk, more ... nngh. As Draco resumed his ministrations, he took the time to absorb the scene Harry displayed before him. Naked, face down, spread wide and wanton ... just for him. As he swirled his tongue around Harry's fluttering entrance, Draco moaned with delight. There was nothing quite like watching and feeling the motion of Harry writhing and wanting.
"So hot," Draco growled. "So gorgeous."
"Need you," Harry begged. "Now ... please." Draco didn't need further invitation.
He didn't often top, but when he did, Draco loved to make it last, loved to savour the movement of Harry beneath him. Not this time though. He was ready to come at the mere sight of Harry. He knew he wasn't going to last, and listening to Harry, he knew that he, too was close.
He prepared Harry quickly, coating his own cock with a generous amount of lube before positioning himself at Harry's entrance.
Harry arched in response. "Now, Draco ... can't wait."
Grasping Harry's hips, Draco slid in as slowly as his desire allowed, and gave Harry time to adjust.
"Move!" Harry ordered. Draco tried to go slowly, but his own need coupled with Harry's cries of faster and harder were his undoing. He thrust into Harry with increasing intensity, their sweat-laden bodies moving in a familiar dance.
Harry, clutching the sheet beneath him, exploded with Draco's name on his lips. As his channel contracted around Draco's cock, he knew he wasn't far behind. A few strokes later and he was pulsing his own seed into Harry.
As they lay sated, coming down from their highs, Harry chuckled.
"What's so funny, Potter?"
"I was just wondering what your reaction would be if it were me holding you down, making you beg, knowing that your mother could walk in at any moment."
Draco smiled. "How would I feel knowing that you could be as incredibly turned on by the sight of me writhing uncontrollably as I was by you, Harry? So turned on you forget completely where we are? Care to give me a preview to find out?"
"And if your mother walks in, and I can't stop?"
"Mmm ... I will only love you more."