Birthday gift; HumpDay101 #7 (fluff week); HDFluff #71
Title: Summer Holiday
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 310
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Early birthday gift for starlollie, whose prompt of vacation worked well here.
♦ hump_day101 #7 - summer dreams (fluff week)
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #71 - photo prompt
Summary: Draco and Harry enjoy their summer holiday.
Draco drew a deep breath of tangy air as he gazed out at the ocean. The water was that amazing shade of blue that appeared only in the tropics. The sky was nearly the same color, and it was dotted here and there with white wisps of clouds. The sand beneath Draco's lounge chair was white as well, and he'd discovered it was so fine as to feel almost soft underfoot.
A large umbrella provided welcome shade from the relentless rays of the sun, keeping Draco cool and protecting his fair skin at the same time. On the table beside him was a cold, fruity drink, complete with a frilly parasol. He idly reached for his frosted glass and took a sip, sighing in pleasure. This had been a perfect summer holiday, full of sun, sand, surf and sex.
"Mm, Harry. Faster."
"We're on holiday, love. We're meant to relax and take things slow."
"Har-ree," Draco growled in warning. He snapped his hips up and ground himself on his boyfriend's shaft.
Harry chuckled and twisted his hips, massaging Draco's sweet spot. "Is that what you want?"
"Ungh, Harry. More."
Despite Draco's urgings, Harry kept the pace of their lovemaking languid until the very end. As one, they rushed to climax, clutching at each other and moaning aloud in pleasure.
Draco's face flushed with remembered heat, and he squirmed in his chair.
Harry turned his head, raised his sunglasses, and winked at Draco. "Alright there, love?" he asked.
"Fantastic," sighed Draco. There would be time later for more shagging, when the night was cool and their voices would carry on the air. For now, he intended to enjoy relaxing on the beach. "What a holiday," he murmured.
Harry nodded in agreement. "This is what summer dreams are made of."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 310
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Early birthday gift for starlollie, whose prompt of vacation worked well here.
♦ hump_day101 #7 - summer dreams (fluff week)
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #71 - photo prompt
Summary: Draco and Harry enjoy their summer holiday.
Draco drew a deep breath of tangy air as he gazed out at the ocean. The water was that amazing shade of blue that appeared only in the tropics. The sky was nearly the same color, and it was dotted here and there with white wisps of clouds. The sand beneath Draco's lounge chair was white as well, and he'd discovered it was so fine as to feel almost soft underfoot.
A large umbrella provided welcome shade from the relentless rays of the sun, keeping Draco cool and protecting his fair skin at the same time. On the table beside him was a cold, fruity drink, complete with a frilly parasol. He idly reached for his frosted glass and took a sip, sighing in pleasure. This had been a perfect summer holiday, full of sun, sand, surf and sex.
"Mm, Harry. Faster."
"We're on holiday, love. We're meant to relax and take things slow."
"Har-ree," Draco growled in warning. He snapped his hips up and ground himself on his boyfriend's shaft.
Harry chuckled and twisted his hips, massaging Draco's sweet spot. "Is that what you want?"
"Ungh, Harry. More."
Despite Draco's urgings, Harry kept the pace of their lovemaking languid until the very end. As one, they rushed to climax, clutching at each other and moaning aloud in pleasure.
Draco's face flushed with remembered heat, and he squirmed in his chair.
Harry turned his head, raised his sunglasses, and winked at Draco. "Alright there, love?" he asked.
"Fantastic," sighed Draco. There would be time later for more shagging, when the night was cool and their voices would carry on the air. For now, he intended to enjoy relaxing on the beach. "What a holiday," he murmured.
Harry nodded in agreement. "This is what summer dreams are made of."