Happy Birthday bryoneybrynn!
Title - Making Good
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - R
Word Count - ~300
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, Suggestion
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - A letter from abroad riles Draco up
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #6 Uniform from my lover100 table, which can be found here, and for Day 27 over at mmom
Happy Birthday bryoneybrynn! ♥
First, I'm going to peel that gorgeous uniform from your body, inch by inch so that you feel the cloth dragging over your skin.
Swallowing hard, Draco sank into the sofa, acutely aware of his Healers robes against his skin. Harry always said he looked good in his uniform, and Draco always laughed the compliment off.
Then, I'll touch you all over, letting my fingers explore all that silky smooth skin. The only person who gets to touch you like this.
Running his hand up under his shirt, Draco stroked his stomach softly, running his fingertips over the trail of hair that fanned down his belly and into his trousers, the way Harry liked to. Harry had been off at some international conference for a week, and Draco missed him. Floo-sex just wasn't the same, especially because he then spent the next day getting ash out of places it shouldn't be.
But you know what I really want? I want to spread your arse open and bury my face between your cheeks. I want to drive you mental with my tongue, until you're begging for my fingers or my cock, anything to spread those greedy walls and make you come.
Draco slipped his hand into his trousers, palming his cock roughly. He squirmed on the couch, arse clenching with the ghost memory of Harry's tongue on him. Typical Harry, thinking he was being cute and romantic when all he was doing was driving Draco spare with need.
"And I always make good on my promises."
Draco jumped, still holding his cock as he twisted around on the sofa to find Harry stood in the doorway. "You're home?!"
"Yeah, I..."
Standing up, Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulled him down onto the floor. "Explain later. Make good now!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - R
Word Count - ~300
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, Suggestion
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - A letter from abroad riles Draco up
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #6 Uniform from my lover100 table, which can be found here, and for Day 27 over at mmom
Happy Birthday bryoneybrynn! ♥
First, I'm going to peel that gorgeous uniform from your body, inch by inch so that you feel the cloth dragging over your skin.
Swallowing hard, Draco sank into the sofa, acutely aware of his Healers robes against his skin. Harry always said he looked good in his uniform, and Draco always laughed the compliment off.
Then, I'll touch you all over, letting my fingers explore all that silky smooth skin. The only person who gets to touch you like this.
Running his hand up under his shirt, Draco stroked his stomach softly, running his fingertips over the trail of hair that fanned down his belly and into his trousers, the way Harry liked to. Harry had been off at some international conference for a week, and Draco missed him. Floo-sex just wasn't the same, especially because he then spent the next day getting ash out of places it shouldn't be.
But you know what I really want? I want to spread your arse open and bury my face between your cheeks. I want to drive you mental with my tongue, until you're begging for my fingers or my cock, anything to spread those greedy walls and make you come.
Draco slipped his hand into his trousers, palming his cock roughly. He squirmed on the couch, arse clenching with the ghost memory of Harry's tongue on him. Typical Harry, thinking he was being cute and romantic when all he was doing was driving Draco spare with need.
"And I always make good on my promises."
Draco jumped, still holding his cock as he twisted around on the sofa to find Harry stood in the doorway. "You're home?!"
"Yeah, I..."
Standing up, Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulled him down onto the floor. "Explain later. Make good now!"