"A Wicked Thing To Say"
Title: A Wicked Thing To Say
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 415
Rating: R/NC-17
Written for: hp_humpdrabbles "Wicked Game - Phillip Phillips"
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, this drabble is written for fun and no profit is being made.
Summary: Harry refused to fall for Malfoy, but Malfoy isn't taking no for an answer.
Author’s Notes: Continuation of Part 1: Drinking in Secret, Part 2: Young and Beautiful
It was supposed to be simple. No matter how hot the sex had been, it was supposed to be simple.
“No, I don’t want to fall in love,” Harry told himself when he found himself alone in his bed one morning after Malfoy had asked for him to stay the night and he’d left making an excuse. He didn’t want his heart broken, so he refused to fall in love.
Unfortunately for him, Malfoy was persistent.
“You wanted me, and now you’re pushing me away,” Malfoy accused Harry. “You did a wicked thing…”
“What are you on about now?” Harry retorted. He was angry that Malfoy had showed up at his place unannounced and refused to leave. Malfoy pushed Harry against the wall, next to his Floo, and he wouldn’t let him go. “What are you doing?”
“You let me dream of you…” Malfoy’s eyes narrowed on Harry, and Harry’s breath hitched. “And now you’re saying…”
“I’m not saying anything!” Harry pushed Malfoy back but Malfoy didn’t budge. He only pressed his body harder on Harry’s. Harry knew what this did to him. He knew that Malfoy was aware of exactly what he was doing to Harry. “Let me g-”
“No!” Malfoy answered. He nearly well ripped Harry’s shirt off and Harry wanted to fight back, but he was giving in. He pulled Malfoy towards him, curving into his body with the need of feeling Malfoy’s cock. “You saved me,” Malfoy whispered.
“What?”
“You saved me from the fire. Now it’s my turn to save you. I’d never dreamed that I could love someone like you-”
There it was again. No, I don't wanna fall in love, no - but Harry kissed Malfoy, pushing him away from him finally - yet now he was on top of Malfoy on the sofa. Their clothes half hanging off as Malfoy started to rub his hand against Harry’s prick, stroking him gently. Harry stopped Malfoy and turned him around. Without waiting for permission, Harry prepared Malfoy and pushed into him with his length; Malfoy’s heat enveloping around his cock.
“You play wicked games, Malfoy,” Harry uttered as he pushed in and out of him. Desire taking over him, making him do foolish things. He should have been walking away from Malfoy, not running towards him.
Malfoy laughed. “What a wicked thing to say,” he whispered, pushing back on Harry’s cock, letting Harry know that he was winning this ridiculous fight they were having. “That you don’t feel the same way.”
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Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 415
Rating: R/NC-17
Written for: hp_humpdrabbles "Wicked Game - Phillip Phillips"
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, this drabble is written for fun and no profit is being made.
Summary: Harry refused to fall for Malfoy, but Malfoy isn't taking no for an answer.
Author’s Notes: Continuation of Part 1: Drinking in Secret, Part 2: Young and Beautiful
It was supposed to be simple. No matter how hot the sex had been, it was supposed to be simple.
“No, I don’t want to fall in love,” Harry told himself when he found himself alone in his bed one morning after Malfoy had asked for him to stay the night and he’d left making an excuse. He didn’t want his heart broken, so he refused to fall in love.
Unfortunately for him, Malfoy was persistent.
“You wanted me, and now you’re pushing me away,” Malfoy accused Harry. “You did a wicked thing…”
“What are you on about now?” Harry retorted. He was angry that Malfoy had showed up at his place unannounced and refused to leave. Malfoy pushed Harry against the wall, next to his Floo, and he wouldn’t let him go. “What are you doing?”
“You let me dream of you…” Malfoy’s eyes narrowed on Harry, and Harry’s breath hitched. “And now you’re saying…”
“I’m not saying anything!” Harry pushed Malfoy back but Malfoy didn’t budge. He only pressed his body harder on Harry’s. Harry knew what this did to him. He knew that Malfoy was aware of exactly what he was doing to Harry. “Let me g-”
“No!” Malfoy answered. He nearly well ripped Harry’s shirt off and Harry wanted to fight back, but he was giving in. He pulled Malfoy towards him, curving into his body with the need of feeling Malfoy’s cock. “You saved me,” Malfoy whispered.
“What?”
“You saved me from the fire. Now it’s my turn to save you. I’d never dreamed that I could love someone like you-”
There it was again. No, I don't wanna fall in love, no - but Harry kissed Malfoy, pushing him away from him finally - yet now he was on top of Malfoy on the sofa. Their clothes half hanging off as Malfoy started to rub his hand against Harry’s prick, stroking him gently. Harry stopped Malfoy and turned him around. Without waiting for permission, Harry prepared Malfoy and pushed into him with his length; Malfoy’s heat enveloping around his cock.
“You play wicked games, Malfoy,” Harry uttered as he pushed in and out of him. Desire taking over him, making him do foolish things. He should have been walking away from Malfoy, not running towards him.
Malfoy laughed. “What a wicked thing to say,” he whispered, pushing back on Harry’s cock, letting Harry know that he was winning this ridiculous fight they were having. “That you don’t feel the same way.”
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