Worth the Price
Author:
aquila_star
Title: Worth the Price
Prompt: torn at
prompt_me_hd
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Excessive gay- stereotyping. As if I really know. *rolls eyes at self* But hey, it worked. *shrugs* Oh, and it's totally seperate from my serial. Just a bite that bit!
There was a tear in his favorite shirt. It was a small hole and as such had been overlooked long enough that the reparo Draco cast at it did, well, it did nothing. He had bought this shirt in Paris and as far as he knew, they did not make them anymore. At least, not in this color. This perfect, lovely blue that set off Draco’s hair and eyes beautifully. He looked particularly amazing in this shirt. Missing the sight of himself in this shirt would be punishment enough for Draco he had been the one at fault, but with Harry; where the fault actually lay, it wasn’t nearly enough.
In fact, Harry was the straightest gay man Draco had ever met. Harry did not know the difference between mauve and lavender, and he would rather spend his days watching football on the telly than shopping with Draco. For all intents and purposes, Harry was straight. Until he got into the bedroom. Or anywhere else. Feel free to consider ‘bedroom’ metaphorical for where ever Harry could get Draco’s pants off. Once there he was fiery and passionate and simply could not get enough of Draco’s cock, in his mouth, in his arse; rubbing all over his body. Outside the bedroom he was as good as straight; messy, loud, domineering and dense as a stick. He was a textbook football hooligan.
But as soon as Draco got Harry into a private space, as soon as he got his hands on Harry, the brunet became such an unabashed cock slut that even Draco had trouble keeping up at times. Oh yes, Harry Potter was born to be fucked, and that was a fact.
Draco sighed, putting the shirt aside as he folded the rest of his laundry. Harry may not put an effort into his appearance, or care about color and contrast and how to use them to their best when dressing or accessorizing; he was not refined or sophisticated and had no care to be. He hated shopping and decorating and lattes and everything that a gay man should like, but one thing was certain. Harry Potter was sex on legs, and hard for Draco all hours of the day. And Draco would not be giving him up for any amount of whole undamaged clothing. If he could have Harry he’d take his shirts torn. Some things were worth the price.
aquila_star
Title: Worth the Price
Prompt: torn at
prompt_me_hd
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Excessive gay- stereotyping. As if I really know. *rolls eyes at self* But hey, it worked. *shrugs* Oh, and it's totally seperate from my serial. Just a bite that bit!
There was a tear in his favorite shirt. It was a small hole and as such had been overlooked long enough that the reparo Draco cast at it did, well, it did nothing. He had bought this shirt in Paris and as far as he knew, they did not make them anymore. At least, not in this color. This perfect, lovely blue that set off Draco’s hair and eyes beautifully. He looked particularly amazing in this shirt. Missing the sight of himself in this shirt would be punishment enough for Draco he had been the one at fault, but with Harry; where the fault actually lay, it wasn’t nearly enough.
In fact, Harry was the straightest gay man Draco had ever met. Harry did not know the difference between mauve and lavender, and he would rather spend his days watching football on the telly than shopping with Draco. For all intents and purposes, Harry was straight. Until he got into the bedroom. Or anywhere else. Feel free to consider ‘bedroom’ metaphorical for where ever Harry could get Draco’s pants off. Once there he was fiery and passionate and simply could not get enough of Draco’s cock, in his mouth, in his arse; rubbing all over his body. Outside the bedroom he was as good as straight; messy, loud, domineering and dense as a stick. He was a textbook football hooligan.
But as soon as Draco got Harry into a private space, as soon as he got his hands on Harry, the brunet became such an unabashed cock slut that even Draco had trouble keeping up at times. Oh yes, Harry Potter was born to be fucked, and that was a fact.
Draco sighed, putting the shirt aside as he folded the rest of his laundry. Harry may not put an effort into his appearance, or care about color and contrast and how to use them to their best when dressing or accessorizing; he was not refined or sophisticated and had no care to be. He hated shopping and decorating and lattes and everything that a gay man should like, but one thing was certain. Harry Potter was sex on legs, and hard for Draco all hours of the day. And Draco would not be giving him up for any amount of whole undamaged clothing. If he could have Harry he’d take his shirts torn. Some things were worth the price.