Sweet
Title: Sweet
Rating: NC17
Length: 453, drabble
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry finds out if he likes Draco smelling of sex.
Warning: Rimming
Note: For enchanted_jae and oceans_world because they wanted more. A follow-up of Scent.
Unable to wait for them to arrive wherever Harry was taking them, Draco shoved him through the closest door. It happened to be the loo. There were a few girls crowded around the mirror. Draco briefly wondered why girls were in the loo, but then Harry latched onto his neck and the girls squealed, racing out of the room.
"We're in the girls' loo," Draco muttered, pushing Harry against the wall. Their mouths connected, tongues stroking, and Draco’s trousers were much too tight. He pulled away and unbuttoned them, bending over to pull them off.
Harry tilted his head, admiring Draco's arse. "That's nice." Draco looked over his shoulder and smirked, curling a finger under the waistband of his pants, and tugging. "Wait!" Harry said, stopping Draco from straightening. He moved forward, fingers trailing down Draco’s arsecrack to probe at his hole.
"Mmm," Draco gasped, rolling his hips and shivering as Harry's finger swirled. He went down on all fours, Harry following.
Warm air brushed over his arse, making him drop his head to the floor. Was Harry just going to kneel there, breathing on him? But then Harry leaned in and sniffed. Red colored Draco's cheeks as he waited for Harry to recoil in disgust.
"Damn," Harry breathed, sniffing again. It smelt musky and sweet. Harry's tongue darted out, licking the outside of Draco's pink pucker before pushing in. Draco's sweet smell was overwhelming him and his jaw hurt from thrusting his tongue out and in, but Draco was making such arousing mewling sounds that it was worth it.
"More, more," Draco commanded, pushing back into Harry's face. Then the wonderful tongue was gone. Draco groaned as Harry shifted about, but almost instantly something much larger and harder was pushing into him. "No!" he gasped, pulling away. "Something, we need something to ease entry."
Harry blinked, trying to gain control. "Soap?" he questioned. Draco nodded and Harry rushed to the sink, slathering the liquid soap over his aching cock.
Slowly, Harry pushed in, his nails digging into Draco's hips as he tried to control himself. And then he was thrusting in and out of Draco's tight heat, mewling and gasping along with Draco. It didn't take long for him to finish, shooting his load up Draco’s arse and collapsing atop him.
Draco dropped to the floor and rolled Harry off him. He turned and glared. "I didn't even finish," he whined. Harry buried his head into Draco's neck and inhaled deeply. "Sorry, but Gods, you do smell great."
A wide grin crossed Draco's face and he tried not to feel pride at Harry's words. Clumsy fingers caressed Draco's hard cock and he shoved Harry’s hand away. "Get me that soap," he smirked.
Rating: NC17
Length: 453, drabble
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry finds out if he likes Draco smelling of sex.
Warning: Rimming
Note: For enchanted_jae and oceans_world because they wanted more. A follow-up of Scent.
Unable to wait for them to arrive wherever Harry was taking them, Draco shoved him through the closest door. It happened to be the loo. There were a few girls crowded around the mirror. Draco briefly wondered why girls were in the loo, but then Harry latched onto his neck and the girls squealed, racing out of the room.
"We're in the girls' loo," Draco muttered, pushing Harry against the wall. Their mouths connected, tongues stroking, and Draco’s trousers were much too tight. He pulled away and unbuttoned them, bending over to pull them off.
Harry tilted his head, admiring Draco's arse. "That's nice." Draco looked over his shoulder and smirked, curling a finger under the waistband of his pants, and tugging. "Wait!" Harry said, stopping Draco from straightening. He moved forward, fingers trailing down Draco’s arsecrack to probe at his hole.
"Mmm," Draco gasped, rolling his hips and shivering as Harry's finger swirled. He went down on all fours, Harry following.
Warm air brushed over his arse, making him drop his head to the floor. Was Harry just going to kneel there, breathing on him? But then Harry leaned in and sniffed. Red colored Draco's cheeks as he waited for Harry to recoil in disgust.
"Damn," Harry breathed, sniffing again. It smelt musky and sweet. Harry's tongue darted out, licking the outside of Draco's pink pucker before pushing in. Draco's sweet smell was overwhelming him and his jaw hurt from thrusting his tongue out and in, but Draco was making such arousing mewling sounds that it was worth it.
"More, more," Draco commanded, pushing back into Harry's face. Then the wonderful tongue was gone. Draco groaned as Harry shifted about, but almost instantly something much larger and harder was pushing into him. "No!" he gasped, pulling away. "Something, we need something to ease entry."
Harry blinked, trying to gain control. "Soap?" he questioned. Draco nodded and Harry rushed to the sink, slathering the liquid soap over his aching cock.
Slowly, Harry pushed in, his nails digging into Draco's hips as he tried to control himself. And then he was thrusting in and out of Draco's tight heat, mewling and gasping along with Draco. It didn't take long for him to finish, shooting his load up Draco’s arse and collapsing atop him.
Draco dropped to the floor and rolled Harry off him. He turned and glared. "I didn't even finish," he whined. Harry buried his head into Draco's neck and inhaled deeply. "Sorry, but Gods, you do smell great."
A wide grin crossed Draco's face and he tried not to feel pride at Harry's words. Clumsy fingers caressed Draco's hard cock and he shoved Harry’s hand away. "Get me that soap," he smirked.