Defeat
Title: Defeat
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent. ~ Marilyn Vos Savant
Rating: NC-17, R
Word Count: 1136
Warnings: Non-canon and most likely non-logical blabbing that I scribbled down with tension, angst and slash all over.
A/N: This is how I sometimes imagine them.. My first fic involving the Golden Duo and I'm not sure what to think so I hope it pleases someone at least :/
***
He was done fighting.
He was done fighting at last and it felt unexpectedly good, surreal and a little bit like giving up, like he had to somehow find a way to start over and he didn't really know where to start. Somewhere in the back of his mind there was still the nagging sound of exploding spells, screams of the people he knew so well, the crumbling of the Hogwarts walls falling down, thunder from the sky..
Somewhere in the back of his mind there was also that voice that kept creeping back:
'...I'm the one with the wand.... You're at my mercy....'
All those sounds, all the suffering, all the pain had the tendency to be pushed away by what he was feeling on a regular basis the past few days.
He was done fighting, done with what most considered the biggest war of the wizarding age, but most importantly, done fighting with himself.
As he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and considering his defeat the hand that rested on his chest moved after being still for quite some time. The fingers started caressing the skin above his heart and seemed to quietly urge him to move his head and look into Draco's eyes.
The pale grey that looked back at him was not laced with welled up tears anymore, or shooting sparks of desperation like he had seen so often in the years before. There was, at least to Harry, a sense of pride in them again, a gleam of hope and occasionally, like now, lust and hunger. Hunger for him, hunger for something he never expected to give so easily, at least not to him.
' Pondering Potter..' Draco's voice whispered and the faint smile that emerged made Harry's stomach tense up in a fit of desire. He was beautiful when he smiled like that.
' It should be my new nickname then, The-Boy-Who-Pondered ' Harry replied and smirked at his own idiocy.
' I think I prefer The Chosen One over that stupidity ' and Draco moved in closer, resting his chin on Harry's chest.
At any other time Harry probably would have started a debate on the pro's and con's of all the dreadful nicknames he had accumulated over the years, why it bothered him and like always Draco would refute whatever he said either with a sarcastic smirk or outright laughter, after shooting counter remarks at him like they were dueling. At any other time he would pick a fight to somehow make up for years of torment and ridicule by the same man that now lay in his bed, the nasty habit of pushing each others buttons never leaving them. It was this tiresome banter that would rear its ugly head when the past would inevitably make its way into their otherwise comfortable and blissful present. A present that involved Draco, always him,
But not tonight.
Tonight Harry was done fighting and decided that he would admit defeat.
He stroked a few locks of Draco's fringe out of his eyes.
' You can call me whatever you want, I don't care anymore..'
A hint of victory shone brightly behind the grey in Draco's eyes and he moved himself closer to Harry's lips, his breath burning on Harry's skin.
' Finally ..' Draco whispered and found Harry's mouth, hungrily pressing its delicate flesh onto his.
There was really no point in thinking anymore, Harry was falling back into the bliss that was Draco on his lips, the sensation of his hands running a strong and steady path over his chest made him drunk, left his heart pounding heavily and his mind blurred of any thought other then what he was feeling.
His senses were tested to the extreme, feeling the faint stubble of Draco's jaw on his neck as he fiercely placed open kisses on it, the faint smell of the shampoo in the blond streaks that tickled his chin as Draco moved. The long fingers that traveled slowly down his abdomen and leaving flaming tickles on his skin made him weak. And of course, the sound of Draco's tongue that flicked on his body, sending shudders down Harry's spine, forcing moans out of him that he knew he couldn't hold back.
In a final act of surrender Harry placed his hands above his head and closed his eyes.
Lust engulfed him while Draco continued his quest down Harry's body, flicking his tongue over a hardened nipple and softly biting the hard nub, quite unexpectedly he finally grabbed Harry's cock with lean fingers. Harry gasped at the touch, his blood racing through his being and pulsating under Draco's hand. The strokes were slow but firm, just enough pressure to make his toes curl but nowhere near pressure enough. A playful thumb glided over the head, spreading the come that was already leaking from it all over, smoothing the surface until it was completely wet. He could feel Draco's mouth curl in a grin on his skin and he opened his eyes.
' Turn around...' said Draco, his voice barely a whisper.
Harry moved slowly, feverishly shaking, and positioned himself on his knees, his face partially buried in the pillow and feeling drowsy from anticipation. When Draco's lips touched the soft skin between his shoulder blades he couldn't help but sigh in delight.
It felt so good, so right, so incredibly mind blowing delightful.
Draco traced Harry's spine with his tongue, one of his hands kneading Harry's arse, moving at such a slow pace that Harry cringed in frustration. He was torn between enjoying the caressing mouth on his back and getting impatient with the lack of contact with the rest of Draco's body, arching his back in hopes to get some release.
Finally, he felt Draco's cock rubbing between his cheeks, the hard velvety shaft teased him for a few seconds before Draco thrusted forward and Harry moaned loudly in his pillow. Filling him completely Draco groaned like an animal and moved his cock out, only to thrust in him once more with significant force. Harry could not longer control the urge to touch himself and he whimpered under Draco's hands holding on to his hips. He grabbed his own erection with his right hand and as Draco pounded on him he jerked his cock, waves of pleasure washing over him with every deep thrust he was given.
' So ... fucking ... good ' he managed to grunt and Draco's panting breath was increasing in volume as he clenched his fingers on Harry's hips even more.
Harry felt Draco's thighs tremble against his and he knew he was close to release. As the blond forced himself into him and filled him up with large gushes of semen Harry exploded, screaming into the pillow and shooting his come all over his hand and sheets. Draco's sweaty forehead finally rested on his shoulder and Harry slowly floated down into reality as his orgasm ebbed away.
He was done fighting, in every way possible. All that was left was bliss.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent. ~ Marilyn Vos Savant
Rating: NC-17, R
Word Count: 1136
Warnings: Non-canon and most likely non-logical blabbing that I scribbled down with tension, angst and slash all over.
A/N: This is how I sometimes imagine them.. My first fic involving the Golden Duo and I'm not sure what to think so I hope it pleases someone at least :/
***
He was done fighting.
He was done fighting at last and it felt unexpectedly good, surreal and a little bit like giving up, like he had to somehow find a way to start over and he didn't really know where to start. Somewhere in the back of his mind there was still the nagging sound of exploding spells, screams of the people he knew so well, the crumbling of the Hogwarts walls falling down, thunder from the sky..
Somewhere in the back of his mind there was also that voice that kept creeping back:
'...I'm the one with the wand.... You're at my mercy....'
All those sounds, all the suffering, all the pain had the tendency to be pushed away by what he was feeling on a regular basis the past few days.
He was done fighting, done with what most considered the biggest war of the wizarding age, but most importantly, done fighting with himself.
As he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and considering his defeat the hand that rested on his chest moved after being still for quite some time. The fingers started caressing the skin above his heart and seemed to quietly urge him to move his head and look into Draco's eyes.
The pale grey that looked back at him was not laced with welled up tears anymore, or shooting sparks of desperation like he had seen so often in the years before. There was, at least to Harry, a sense of pride in them again, a gleam of hope and occasionally, like now, lust and hunger. Hunger for him, hunger for something he never expected to give so easily, at least not to him.
' Pondering Potter..' Draco's voice whispered and the faint smile that emerged made Harry's stomach tense up in a fit of desire. He was beautiful when he smiled like that.
' It should be my new nickname then, The-Boy-Who-Pondered ' Harry replied and smirked at his own idiocy.
' I think I prefer The Chosen One over that stupidity ' and Draco moved in closer, resting his chin on Harry's chest.
At any other time Harry probably would have started a debate on the pro's and con's of all the dreadful nicknames he had accumulated over the years, why it bothered him and like always Draco would refute whatever he said either with a sarcastic smirk or outright laughter, after shooting counter remarks at him like they were dueling. At any other time he would pick a fight to somehow make up for years of torment and ridicule by the same man that now lay in his bed, the nasty habit of pushing each others buttons never leaving them. It was this tiresome banter that would rear its ugly head when the past would inevitably make its way into their otherwise comfortable and blissful present. A present that involved Draco, always him,
But not tonight.
Tonight Harry was done fighting and decided that he would admit defeat.
He stroked a few locks of Draco's fringe out of his eyes.
' You can call me whatever you want, I don't care anymore..'
A hint of victory shone brightly behind the grey in Draco's eyes and he moved himself closer to Harry's lips, his breath burning on Harry's skin.
' Finally ..' Draco whispered and found Harry's mouth, hungrily pressing its delicate flesh onto his.
There was really no point in thinking anymore, Harry was falling back into the bliss that was Draco on his lips, the sensation of his hands running a strong and steady path over his chest made him drunk, left his heart pounding heavily and his mind blurred of any thought other then what he was feeling.
His senses were tested to the extreme, feeling the faint stubble of Draco's jaw on his neck as he fiercely placed open kisses on it, the faint smell of the shampoo in the blond streaks that tickled his chin as Draco moved. The long fingers that traveled slowly down his abdomen and leaving flaming tickles on his skin made him weak. And of course, the sound of Draco's tongue that flicked on his body, sending shudders down Harry's spine, forcing moans out of him that he knew he couldn't hold back.
In a final act of surrender Harry placed his hands above his head and closed his eyes.
Lust engulfed him while Draco continued his quest down Harry's body, flicking his tongue over a hardened nipple and softly biting the hard nub, quite unexpectedly he finally grabbed Harry's cock with lean fingers. Harry gasped at the touch, his blood racing through his being and pulsating under Draco's hand. The strokes were slow but firm, just enough pressure to make his toes curl but nowhere near pressure enough. A playful thumb glided over the head, spreading the come that was already leaking from it all over, smoothing the surface until it was completely wet. He could feel Draco's mouth curl in a grin on his skin and he opened his eyes.
' Turn around...' said Draco, his voice barely a whisper.
Harry moved slowly, feverishly shaking, and positioned himself on his knees, his face partially buried in the pillow and feeling drowsy from anticipation. When Draco's lips touched the soft skin between his shoulder blades he couldn't help but sigh in delight.
It felt so good, so right, so incredibly mind blowing delightful.
Draco traced Harry's spine with his tongue, one of his hands kneading Harry's arse, moving at such a slow pace that Harry cringed in frustration. He was torn between enjoying the caressing mouth on his back and getting impatient with the lack of contact with the rest of Draco's body, arching his back in hopes to get some release.
Finally, he felt Draco's cock rubbing between his cheeks, the hard velvety shaft teased him for a few seconds before Draco thrusted forward and Harry moaned loudly in his pillow. Filling him completely Draco groaned like an animal and moved his cock out, only to thrust in him once more with significant force. Harry could not longer control the urge to touch himself and he whimpered under Draco's hands holding on to his hips. He grabbed his own erection with his right hand and as Draco pounded on him he jerked his cock, waves of pleasure washing over him with every deep thrust he was given.
' So ... fucking ... good ' he managed to grunt and Draco's panting breath was increasing in volume as he clenched his fingers on Harry's hips even more.
Harry felt Draco's thighs tremble against his and he knew he was close to release. As the blond forced himself into him and filled him up with large gushes of semen Harry exploded, screaming into the pillow and shooting his come all over his hand and sheets. Draco's sweaty forehead finally rested on his shoulder and Harry slowly floated down into reality as his orgasm ebbed away.
He was done fighting, in every way possible. All that was left was bliss.