Frotting With Draco
Title: Frotting With Draco
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): UST
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 670
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for appleling, who asked for more of Dallying With Draco
Summary: Harry has stooped to dirty tricks.
It was a dirty trick, but Harry was desperate. Before Quidditch practice that morning, Harry had had a private word with Coach Tibbles. He had suggested that the team's Beaters seemed sluggish and could use some additional flying practice.
Now, while Harry and the rest of the team were finishing up in the showers, the Beaters were still out on the Pitch, being put through their paces by Coach Tibbles. Harry didn't know how much longer Goyle would be occupied, but he planned to take advantage of his teammate's absence. Harry got dressed and exited the locker room, but instead of leaving, he ducked into the unoccupied trainer's room and waited for Draco.
Within moments, Draco came striding down the hallway on his way out. As he passed by the door of the room where Harry was hiding, Harry reached out and snagged Draco's arm. He tugged his surprised teammate into the trainer's room and closed the door.
"Alone at last," Harry murmured, crowding Draco up against the wall.
"What will we do?" asked Draco, winding his arms around Harry's neck and shifting to fit their lower bodies snugly together.
"Too bad we don't have time to do anything properly," said Harry.
"I reckon that means we'll have to do improper things," Draco whispered. He angled his head and claimed Harry's mouth in a toe-curling kiss.
Their passion escalated rapidly. Harry had initially intended to merely whet his appetite for his sexy teammate, but when Draco arched to frot against him, Harry lost control. He growled, low in his throat, and ground his own aching cock against Draco's. Harry plunged his tongue inside of Draco's mouth, tracing the edges of Draco's teeth and thrusting languidly against Draco's tongue. He grew frustrated with the barrier of their clothing. Harry yearned to feel Draco's skin against his own, to caress Draco's naked body, spread Draco's legs and satisfy the rampaging lust he felt for his teammate. Unfortunately, this was neither the time nor the place.
Harry wrenched his head away and took two gasping breaths. He then fastened his lips to the exposed skin of Draco's neck. Draco moaned and allowed his head to fall back against the wall. He tangled the fingers of his left hand in Harry's hair, while his right hand palmed Harry's arse and pulled him into even more intimate contact.
"Want you, Harry," Draco panted.
Harry verbalized his agreement with a wordless grunt. He gripped the material of Draco's clean shirt and tugged, freeing the garment from the waist band of Draco's trousers. Harry slipped his hand up beneath Draco's shirt, overjoyed to be in contact with Draco's warm skin. He reached for the button of Draco's flies, but voices in the hallway stayed his hand. Harry buried his face in the crook of Draco's neck. He tried to stop their illicit activity, but his lower body remained in motion. Harry's hips rolled and undulated as he continued frotting against Draco, who matched each move.
"We should stop," puffed Harry.
"I can't...I need...need you," Draco whispered. "Oh fuck, Harry, I need you inside of me right now."
For Harry, Draco's heartfelt words were too much. His lower body jolted forward, and Harry shuddered as he came in his pants like a teenage boy. Draco whined in frustration until Harry cupped him between the legs and groped him to climax.
The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing. Finally, Harry sighed and placed a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't intend for things to go that far. At least not until tonight."
"Tonight?" Draco repeated, smiling now. "I like the sound of that. Of course, Greg will be watching me like a hawk."
"Don't you worry about Goyle," said Harry. "I have a plan."
~tbc~
Shagging With Draco
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): UST
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 670
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for appleling, who asked for more of Dallying With Draco
Summary: Harry has stooped to dirty tricks.
It was a dirty trick, but Harry was desperate. Before Quidditch practice that morning, Harry had had a private word with Coach Tibbles. He had suggested that the team's Beaters seemed sluggish and could use some additional flying practice.
Now, while Harry and the rest of the team were finishing up in the showers, the Beaters were still out on the Pitch, being put through their paces by Coach Tibbles. Harry didn't know how much longer Goyle would be occupied, but he planned to take advantage of his teammate's absence. Harry got dressed and exited the locker room, but instead of leaving, he ducked into the unoccupied trainer's room and waited for Draco.
Within moments, Draco came striding down the hallway on his way out. As he passed by the door of the room where Harry was hiding, Harry reached out and snagged Draco's arm. He tugged his surprised teammate into the trainer's room and closed the door.
"Alone at last," Harry murmured, crowding Draco up against the wall.
"What will we do?" asked Draco, winding his arms around Harry's neck and shifting to fit their lower bodies snugly together.
"Too bad we don't have time to do anything properly," said Harry.
"I reckon that means we'll have to do improper things," Draco whispered. He angled his head and claimed Harry's mouth in a toe-curling kiss.
Their passion escalated rapidly. Harry had initially intended to merely whet his appetite for his sexy teammate, but when Draco arched to frot against him, Harry lost control. He growled, low in his throat, and ground his own aching cock against Draco's. Harry plunged his tongue inside of Draco's mouth, tracing the edges of Draco's teeth and thrusting languidly against Draco's tongue. He grew frustrated with the barrier of their clothing. Harry yearned to feel Draco's skin against his own, to caress Draco's naked body, spread Draco's legs and satisfy the rampaging lust he felt for his teammate. Unfortunately, this was neither the time nor the place.
Harry wrenched his head away and took two gasping breaths. He then fastened his lips to the exposed skin of Draco's neck. Draco moaned and allowed his head to fall back against the wall. He tangled the fingers of his left hand in Harry's hair, while his right hand palmed Harry's arse and pulled him into even more intimate contact.
"Want you, Harry," Draco panted.
Harry verbalized his agreement with a wordless grunt. He gripped the material of Draco's clean shirt and tugged, freeing the garment from the waist band of Draco's trousers. Harry slipped his hand up beneath Draco's shirt, overjoyed to be in contact with Draco's warm skin. He reached for the button of Draco's flies, but voices in the hallway stayed his hand. Harry buried his face in the crook of Draco's neck. He tried to stop their illicit activity, but his lower body remained in motion. Harry's hips rolled and undulated as he continued frotting against Draco, who matched each move.
"We should stop," puffed Harry.
"I can't...I need...need you," Draco whispered. "Oh fuck, Harry, I need you inside of me right now."
For Harry, Draco's heartfelt words were too much. His lower body jolted forward, and Harry shuddered as he came in his pants like a teenage boy. Draco whined in frustration until Harry cupped him between the legs and groped him to climax.
The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing. Finally, Harry sighed and placed a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't intend for things to go that far. At least not until tonight."
"Tonight?" Draco repeated, smiling now. "I like the sound of that. Of course, Greg will be watching me like a hawk."
"Don't you worry about Goyle," said Harry. "I have a plan."
~tbc~
Shagging With Draco