FIC: Lending a Hand - hpholiday2013 extra
Title: Lending a hand
Author/Artist: winterdaffodils
Recipient: alafaye
Characters and/or Pairings: established Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~500
Rating: R! -yay-
Warnings: bathtub porn!
Disclaimer: The sad truth of all fandom: I do not own them, receive only personal pleasure from playing with them occasionally, and hope the authoress herself or her lawyers are never truly offended by my attempts at flattery.
Beta(s): N darling
Summary: It would be easier to just have Harry take care of things for him but Draco refuses to let himself do things the easy way.
Author's Notes: I wrote this last week in honor of my sprained left wrist because as a lefty life was quite complicated. Now I’m just thrilled that it matched one of the things you liked, Alafaye, because I was feeling guilty over my pinch hit.
Draco’s sigh of frustration was audible even from their bedroom and fearing the worst, that his boyfriend had gotten himself stuck with no way out of the bath, Harry abandoned his comfortable position and went to lend a hand.
A hand that was apparently more than welcome, Harry noted absently, standing a bit gobsmacked in the open doorway as Draco fruitlessly attempted to wank left-handed.
“Are you just going to stand there like a troll or are you going to help,” Draco demanded, nearly spitting as he glared up at Harry from the warmth of his bath.
“I can’t quite decide,” Harry admitted, smiling a little guiltily and shifting a bit closer to the tub.
Draco’s smirk was almost fierce though his eyes were kind as he watched Harry. “Get over here and help me,” he growled, shifting his carefully wrapped right arm on the edge of the tub and releasing his straining prick.
Harry grinned despite himself, striding over and settling on his knees beside the bathtub. “Why didn’t you just come to bed,” he asked, leaning forward to draw Draco into a kiss.
“I thought I ought to be able to rub one out on my own,” Draco muttered, sloshing the water as he moved.
“We’d be more comfortable in the bedroom,” Harry wheedled, stroking his fingers down Draco’s chest and plucking at his nipples. “I could stretch you out,” he whispered, nuzzling Draco’s neck and trailing his fingers through the sparse hair on Draco’s belly. “Leave that arm above your head, well out of the way while I stroke you inside and out.”
Draco moaned, rocking his hips though not enough to get Harry’s hand where he really wanted it.
“How about it,” Harry asked, digging his nails into Draco’s lower stomach carefully.
“Later,” Draco promised, squirming. “I’ve been trying to come for ages. Bloody left hand.”
“When you’re better, I’ll bind your right hand. You should be able to wank however you need.”
“Shut up, Harry,” Draco growled, fisting his left hand in Harry’s shirt. “Get me off.”
Harry moaned, smugly wrapping his own left hand around Draco’s prick and giving him a squeeze, stroking while Draco groaned gratefully.
Harry jerked him off quickly, eager to have Draco in their bed, loose and willing, their breath ragged in the intimate space between them.
“Harry,” Draco gasped, hesitantly clenching the fingers of his right hand around the edge of the tub.
“Come,” Harry breathed, watching Draco’s face tighten and his skin flush a delicate pink. “Come, baby.”
“Fuck,” Draco panted, arching beneath Harry’s hand and coming all over his stomach.
Harry’s grin was smug when Draco slumped back against the warm porcelain, water splashing again, washing away some of his mess.
“Can I take you to bed now,” Harry asked, stroking his fingertips over Draco’s sensitive prick.
“Please,” Draco agreed, curling his arm around Harry’s shoulder, calling out a warning when Harry lifted him and jostled his right arm.
Author/Artist: winterdaffodils
Recipient: alafaye
Characters and/or Pairings: established Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~500
Rating: R! -yay-
Warnings: bathtub porn!
Disclaimer: The sad truth of all fandom: I do not own them, receive only personal pleasure from playing with them occasionally, and hope the authoress herself or her lawyers are never truly offended by my attempts at flattery.
Beta(s): N darling
Summary: It would be easier to just have Harry take care of things for him but Draco refuses to let himself do things the easy way.
Author's Notes: I wrote this last week in honor of my sprained left wrist because as a lefty life was quite complicated. Now I’m just thrilled that it matched one of the things you liked, Alafaye, because I was feeling guilty over my pinch hit.
Draco’s sigh of frustration was audible even from their bedroom and fearing the worst, that his boyfriend had gotten himself stuck with no way out of the bath, Harry abandoned his comfortable position and went to lend a hand.
A hand that was apparently more than welcome, Harry noted absently, standing a bit gobsmacked in the open doorway as Draco fruitlessly attempted to wank left-handed.
“Are you just going to stand there like a troll or are you going to help,” Draco demanded, nearly spitting as he glared up at Harry from the warmth of his bath.
“I can’t quite decide,” Harry admitted, smiling a little guiltily and shifting a bit closer to the tub.
Draco’s smirk was almost fierce though his eyes were kind as he watched Harry. “Get over here and help me,” he growled, shifting his carefully wrapped right arm on the edge of the tub and releasing his straining prick.
Harry grinned despite himself, striding over and settling on his knees beside the bathtub. “Why didn’t you just come to bed,” he asked, leaning forward to draw Draco into a kiss.
“I thought I ought to be able to rub one out on my own,” Draco muttered, sloshing the water as he moved.
“We’d be more comfortable in the bedroom,” Harry wheedled, stroking his fingers down Draco’s chest and plucking at his nipples. “I could stretch you out,” he whispered, nuzzling Draco’s neck and trailing his fingers through the sparse hair on Draco’s belly. “Leave that arm above your head, well out of the way while I stroke you inside and out.”
Draco moaned, rocking his hips though not enough to get Harry’s hand where he really wanted it.
“How about it,” Harry asked, digging his nails into Draco’s lower stomach carefully.
“Later,” Draco promised, squirming. “I’ve been trying to come for ages. Bloody left hand.”
“When you’re better, I’ll bind your right hand. You should be able to wank however you need.”
“Shut up, Harry,” Draco growled, fisting his left hand in Harry’s shirt. “Get me off.”
Harry moaned, smugly wrapping his own left hand around Draco’s prick and giving him a squeeze, stroking while Draco groaned gratefully.
Harry jerked him off quickly, eager to have Draco in their bed, loose and willing, their breath ragged in the intimate space between them.
“Harry,” Draco gasped, hesitantly clenching the fingers of his right hand around the edge of the tub.
“Come,” Harry breathed, watching Draco’s face tighten and his skin flush a delicate pink. “Come, baby.”
“Fuck,” Draco panted, arching beneath Harry’s hand and coming all over his stomach.
Harry’s grin was smug when Draco slumped back against the warm porcelain, water splashing again, washing away some of his mess.
“Can I take you to bed now,” Harry asked, stroking his fingertips over Draco’s sensitive prick.
“Please,” Draco agreed, curling his arm around Harry’s shoulder, calling out a warning when Harry lifted him and jostled his right arm.