Discretion, Part Eight (Harry/Draco)
Title: Discretion, PART VIII
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Harry/Draco (Draco/James Sirius + Harry/Scorpius)
Rating: NC-17 (entire series)
Warnings: Age difference. Mention of underage sex. Age difference. Professor/Student. Pining.
Created for: hogwarts365 prompt 152
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Betaed by _melodic_ Whole story: (AO3 LINK)
Continuation of the DISCRETION series. ( PART ONE / PART TWO / Part THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE, PART SIX, PART SEVEN)
Draco fucked Potter's mouth with his tongue as Potter moaned against him. He held both his and Draco's cock in his hand and stroked them slowly. He couldn't help himself as he compared Potter's moans to James's and how, if he'd kept his eyes closed, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between the two. Except, he could tell the difference between the way Potter's hands were on him - they were different than James's.
Potter scraped his stubble against Draco's skin, sending a new set of shivers down his spine; his hands were rough as they staked a claim on Draco's person. Throwing his head back, Draco moaned Potter's name. Potter's mouth was on Draco's neck; he sucked, licked, and bit, continuing to rub their erections together.
"My desk," Potter breathed against Draco's skin. "I've got lube-"
"What do you want?" Draco looked at Potter-willing to do anything, but wanting to know at the same time.
"I wanna be inside you, Draco. Please. Please let me, Draco. Let me fuck you," Potter begged, and it was the sweetest and the most intoxicating thing.
James liked to beg.
But James always begged for Draco to fuck him. Never did he ever express any desire for anything else. He liked getting on his hands and knees and having Draco pound into him. He liked it when Draco got him off with his hands, his mouth; but with Potter-Harry-it was something else.
Could Draco admit this was a moment he'd waited his entire life for? Would he be willing to admit that part of his attraction towards James was because of Harry? Never in his life had he thought he’d have him. Have Harry Potter. He’d maybe settled for an imitation that fulfilled the fantasy.
They stumbled back together. Attached chest to chest, groin to groin, feet moving in unison, until they reached Potter's desk and he rummaged through the contents.
Draco started to yank his trousers off all the way, removing his shoes first, and as he got ready to position himself over Potter's desk, Potter stopped him.
"No, face me," Potter said. "I want to be able to look at you." Part Nine
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Harry/Draco (Draco/James Sirius + Harry/Scorpius)
Rating: NC-17 (entire series)
Warnings: Age difference. Mention of underage sex. Age difference. Professor/Student. Pining.
Created for: hogwarts365 prompt 152
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Betaed by _melodic_ Whole story: (AO3 LINK)
Continuation of the DISCRETION series. ( PART ONE / PART TWO / Part THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE, PART SIX, PART SEVEN)
Draco fucked Potter's mouth with his tongue as Potter moaned against him. He held both his and Draco's cock in his hand and stroked them slowly. He couldn't help himself as he compared Potter's moans to James's and how, if he'd kept his eyes closed, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between the two. Except, he could tell the difference between the way Potter's hands were on him - they were different than James's.
Potter scraped his stubble against Draco's skin, sending a new set of shivers down his spine; his hands were rough as they staked a claim on Draco's person. Throwing his head back, Draco moaned Potter's name. Potter's mouth was on Draco's neck; he sucked, licked, and bit, continuing to rub their erections together.
"My desk," Potter breathed against Draco's skin. "I've got lube-"
"What do you want?" Draco looked at Potter-willing to do anything, but wanting to know at the same time.
"I wanna be inside you, Draco. Please. Please let me, Draco. Let me fuck you," Potter begged, and it was the sweetest and the most intoxicating thing.
James liked to beg.
But James always begged for Draco to fuck him. Never did he ever express any desire for anything else. He liked getting on his hands and knees and having Draco pound into him. He liked it when Draco got him off with his hands, his mouth; but with Potter-Harry-it was something else.
Could Draco admit this was a moment he'd waited his entire life for? Would he be willing to admit that part of his attraction towards James was because of Harry? Never in his life had he thought he’d have him. Have Harry Potter. He’d maybe settled for an imitation that fulfilled the fantasy.
They stumbled back together. Attached chest to chest, groin to groin, feet moving in unison, until they reached Potter's desk and he rummaged through the contents.
Draco started to yank his trousers off all the way, removing his shoes first, and as he got ready to position himself over Potter's desk, Potter stopped him.
"No, face me," Potter said. "I want to be able to look at you." Part Nine