FIC: An Author's Sleep Deprivation (One Shot)
Title: An Author's Sleep Deprivation
Author: g-bowneyes
Length: 1853, one shot
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's been a long week for Harry and Merlin. Wait, sorry, Arthur and Draco. No... no no, Harry and Draco. Or was that Arthur and Merlin... I give up!
Author's Note: I was trying to write some more of my WIP, Hope, and just couldn't. I was too tired, too sleep deprived. And, to be honest, too addicted to Merthur to write Drarry. Then I had this idea for this little ficlet. It's not a cross over, not really. It's just meant to be something funny, almost crack!fic, brought about by lack of sleep. I hope it puts a grin on your face at the very least :P
Harry shoved him against the wall, and pressed his straining arousal into his thigh. Draco moaned into the messy kiss and pushed back, their trouser-covered pricks rubbing together deliciously. He tangled his hands into Harry’s messy black hair, and threw his head back as Harry moved his kisses down his porcelain neck, leaving love bites to mark his perfect skin, and claim him.
“Harry,” Draco gasped. “I thought I’d never get you out of that Potions class! Damn Slughorn for keeping you back.”
“Shhh, less talking,” Harry replied, briefly breaking contact with Draco’s neck to speak, and immediately silencing Draco with a hard kiss. They writhed against each other and the wall for some time, devouring each other.
“Too many clothes,” Draco murmured into Harry’s lips. They started pulling at each other’s clothing, and one by one their robes, shirts, ties, and school trousers were all sprawled across the floor as they stumbled to the bed in the centre of the room. The Room of Requirement always provided the biggest, most comfortable bed they could imagine.
Draco felt the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell backwards onto it, pulling Harry with him in a tumble of limbs, somehow not breaking their frantic kisses.
Harry grinned at Draco predatorily and then started to kiss his way down his body, laving at each nipple, nipping and biting and sucking, teasing his tongue into Draco’s belly button, before tracing a trail down to the edge of his boxers with his tongue. Harry tugged at the fabric with his teeth, and breathed hot air onto his crotch, mouthing the hard cock beneath. He finally pulled Draco’s boxers off of his erection just with his teeth, and did the rest with his hands, pulling them off completely and throwing them somewhere over his shoulder.
Harry breathed on Draco’s erection again. Draco whined, going wild with the teasing.
“Harry…” Draco said warningly.
“What’s the magic word?” Harry said, grinning.
“Suck me,” Draco said immediately.
“Sorry, wrong answer,” Harry said, backing away from Draco’s straining prick, moving to get off the bed.
“Wait!”
Harry stopped and looked at him expectantly.
“Harry… I need you to…” Draco gulped. “Please,” he finally stammered out.
Harry grinned like a cat that got the cream, and moved back to Draco and swallowed his prick down to the root in one fluid motion. Draco’s back arched off the bed, and his hands immediately went back to Harry’s messy, sexy, highly grabbable hair.
“Yes…” Draco moaned, as the heat of Harry’s mouth engulfed him, and his tongue worked all the right places.
“Harry…” Draco started to moan, over and over and over.
Draco felt his pleasure starting to build quickly. It had been over a week since they’d last had a chance to do this, school keeping them busy, but it was finally the end of the week and they had some blissful time to themselves. He just couldn’t hold out, he desperately needed to take the edge off…
“Arthur!” Draco moaned, as he came deep into Harry’s throat. He collapsed into and aftermath haze of good feelings and let his eyelids droop.
He felt the bed shift as Harry stood up. He cracked open an eyelid, not expecting his lover to be going anywhere right this second. Harry looked very cross, and was decidedly looking for his clothes.
What on earth was the matter? Draco was very confused.
“Harry…” Draco started. “Harry, what are you doing?”
Harry glared at him and said very forcefully, “I’m leaving, what the fuck does it look like?”
Draco’s heart clenched. “Why?” he said, confused. “That was amazing, come back here and I’ll return the favour.” He patted the bed in invitation.
“Wouldn’t you rather the return the favour to Arthur, whoever the fuck that is?” Harry sniped.
Draco just looked at Harry, completely confused. “Who the heck is Arthur?” Draco replied.
“I don’t know, you’re the one bloody screaming his name when you came down my throat!” Harry yelled.
Draco looked at him in stunned silence. “I… I did what?” Draco said, confused.
Harry looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “Just now, when you came, Draco you bloody screamed out “Arthur” instead of my name. Are you suffering short term memory loss or something?”
“Harry… I didn’t know! Honestly I’m so sorry… I don’t know anyone called Arthur. I have honestly no idea why that happened!”
“You expect me to believe that?” Harry huffed, “That’s the most pathetic excuse I’ve ever heard. If you’ve got someone else on your mind, don’t be such a coward and make up stupid lies, be man enough to face it!”
“No, honestly Harry,” Draco said, kneeling on the bed, “I don’t know anyone called Arthur, I didn’t even realise I had said it! I’m promising you, I’m really not making this up!”
Harry really looked at him and stared into his eyes. After a few moments Harry’s eyes seemed to soften.
“For some stupid reason, I believe you,” Harry said. He walked back over to the bed and sat down next to Draco. “Are you feeling alright?” Harry said, attempting to feel Draco’s forehead for a temperature. “Maybe you’re coming down with something.”
Draco glared at Harry. “I don’t know any fever that causes people to yell out complete random names in the middle of sex, Harry.”
“Then what the heck happened?”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
Harry rolled his eyes at him. “Maybe you’re just going bonkers.”
“That’s comforting,” Draco drawled.
“Clotpole,” Harry said, gently shoving Draco.
Draco stared at him. “What did you say to me?”
Harry was grinning, but suddenly sobered. “Actually, I have no idea. That came out of nowhere.”
“Something weird is going on here,” Draco said, frowning.
“Maybe if we just stop talking, and keep going where we left off, things will work out?” Harry suggested.
Draco agreed readily if it meant going back to where they were. He pulled Harry to him and started kissing him fervently. He loved running his hands through Harry’s dark, black, not so messy, somewhat golden and perfect hair. Draco ran his fingers through the golden strands over and over, loving how it looked like spun gold in certain lights…
Draco pulled back from their kiss abruptly and stared at Harry.
“What’s the matter?” Harry said, a questioning look on his face.
“Harry… your hair… it’s…”
“Messy? Unruly? Sexy? Come on Draco, you know it’s fighting a losing battle to try and make it sit straight… Actually now that I feel it, it does sort of feel a bit better… What have you done with it? It’s like… sitting perfectly for once! It feels great rather than messy!”
“Harry… I think you need to have a look in the mirror.”
Harry looked at him in confusion, but never the less got up and wandered over to the mirror on the opposite wall. When he was close enough to see his reflection he stopped and gasped in shock.
“My hair!” Harry exclaimed.
“It’s golden blonde,” Draco said, pointing out the obvious. “And it looks perfectly styled, for once.”
“How did this happen?!?” Harry said, spinning on his heel and looking at Draco. “What on earth is going on?”
“I don’t know, Arthur,” Draco said, and then his eyes went wide.
“You said it again!” Harry exclaimed.
“It was instinctive!” Draco exclaimed.
“Merlin, I swear, if you’re having a laugh at my expense, I will have you put in the stocks for a week!”
Draco stared wide-eyed at Harry’s pronouncement. “Who’s Draco?” Draco said.
“I don’t know, Merlin, but this joke of yours has gone on far to long already,” Arthur replied.
Draco looked at Arthur in confusion. “I really don’t know why I called you Harry! I’m so sorry, Arthur. I don’t know anyone called Harry!” Merlin finished, almost desperate.
Arthur looked at him, really looked at him. “I’m sorry, Merlin. I have no idea what’s going on,” he paced back to the bed and sat down.
“You’re such a dollop head, I don’t know why you stormed off like that. I believe it’s your turn,” Merlin said mischievously. He pulled Arthur to him and into a heated kiss. He nipped and licked at Arthur’s lips, and slowly crawled onto his lap, pushing Arthur back so he was lying down, back to the bed, Merlin above him and kissing him heatedly, hands roving everywhere, including to his cock which was still somehow in his undergarments.
“Need to get you naked,” Merlin moaned, and pulled down Arthurs last remaining scrap of clothing, letting his prick spring free. It was so hard and red, weeping slightly from the tip.
Merlin worked his way down Arthur’s body, in mimic of the attention he had received earlier, and finally his mouth reached Arthur’s cock. He tentatively licked the head, savouring the taste of the pre-come he found there. He gently, teasingly sucked the head, and slowly started to suck in Arthur’s length. Arthur’s hips bucked, but Merlin pushed him back down and attempted to hold his well muscled thighs down.
Merlin grinned evilly at Arthur as he pulled away from his cock, and Arthur groaned at the loss, having not nearly enough.
“Merlin…” Arthur moaned, almost warningly.
Merlin just flashed him a cheeky grin and reached for the vial of oil kept close at hand. He dipped in two fingers and fully coated them. Then, holding Arthur’s gaze the entire time, he reached behind himself and inserted both fingers, moaning at the sensation. Arthur’s eyes followed his every move, filled with lust.
Merlin added a third finger, stretching himself and feeling the pleasant burn, becoming hard again from the sensation and the look in Arthur’s eyes as he watched Merlin finger himself.
Merlin finally withdrew his own fingers and started to frantically kiss Arthur again.
“I want you, so bad,” Arthur breathed into his lips.
Merlin just groaned, and raised himself above Arthur’s straining cock. He felt the tip at his entrance, and slowly, slowly, lowered himself down. Both let out strained gasps of pleasure at the sensation.
“Oh, Merlin,” Arthur gasped, “I’ve wanted this all week. I’ve needed this. Finally,” he gasped. “So tight, after a whole week without me inside you.”
Merlin just moaned and rocked his hips, finally sinking all the way to the root. He was so full, and it felt amazing.
Arthur shifted his hips, forcing Merlin to move, starting a rhythm that sent sensations coursing through their bodies, pleasure radiating through every nerve. Merlin met him thrust for thrust, rocking above him, up and down.
They were both gasping, and Arthur was so close. He grabbed hold of Merlin’s cock and started pumping in time with Merlin’s upward motion. His fist created a tight suction and Merlin knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Then everything exploded, as they both came, Arthur deep inside Merlin, and Merlin all over Arthur’s chest. Merlin collapsed into Arthur, and they both lay there, basking in sensation.
“I love you, Draco,” Arthur said
“I love you too, Harry,” Merlin said.
They sighed, and fell into a restful sleep.
Hope you enjoyed!
Author: g-bowneyes
Length: 1853, one shot
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's been a long week for Harry and Merlin. Wait, sorry, Arthur and Draco. No... no no, Harry and Draco. Or was that Arthur and Merlin... I give up!
Author's Note: I was trying to write some more of my WIP, Hope, and just couldn't. I was too tired, too sleep deprived. And, to be honest, too addicted to Merthur to write Drarry. Then I had this idea for this little ficlet. It's not a cross over, not really. It's just meant to be something funny, almost crack!fic, brought about by lack of sleep. I hope it puts a grin on your face at the very least :P
Harry shoved him against the wall, and pressed his straining arousal into his thigh. Draco moaned into the messy kiss and pushed back, their trouser-covered pricks rubbing together deliciously. He tangled his hands into Harry’s messy black hair, and threw his head back as Harry moved his kisses down his porcelain neck, leaving love bites to mark his perfect skin, and claim him.
“Harry,” Draco gasped. “I thought I’d never get you out of that Potions class! Damn Slughorn for keeping you back.”
“Shhh, less talking,” Harry replied, briefly breaking contact with Draco’s neck to speak, and immediately silencing Draco with a hard kiss. They writhed against each other and the wall for some time, devouring each other.
“Too many clothes,” Draco murmured into Harry’s lips. They started pulling at each other’s clothing, and one by one their robes, shirts, ties, and school trousers were all sprawled across the floor as they stumbled to the bed in the centre of the room. The Room of Requirement always provided the biggest, most comfortable bed they could imagine.
Draco felt the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell backwards onto it, pulling Harry with him in a tumble of limbs, somehow not breaking their frantic kisses.
Harry grinned at Draco predatorily and then started to kiss his way down his body, laving at each nipple, nipping and biting and sucking, teasing his tongue into Draco’s belly button, before tracing a trail down to the edge of his boxers with his tongue. Harry tugged at the fabric with his teeth, and breathed hot air onto his crotch, mouthing the hard cock beneath. He finally pulled Draco’s boxers off of his erection just with his teeth, and did the rest with his hands, pulling them off completely and throwing them somewhere over his shoulder.
Harry breathed on Draco’s erection again. Draco whined, going wild with the teasing.
“Harry…” Draco said warningly.
“What’s the magic word?” Harry said, grinning.
“Suck me,” Draco said immediately.
“Sorry, wrong answer,” Harry said, backing away from Draco’s straining prick, moving to get off the bed.
“Wait!”
Harry stopped and looked at him expectantly.
“Harry… I need you to…” Draco gulped. “Please,” he finally stammered out.
Harry grinned like a cat that got the cream, and moved back to Draco and swallowed his prick down to the root in one fluid motion. Draco’s back arched off the bed, and his hands immediately went back to Harry’s messy, sexy, highly grabbable hair.
“Yes…” Draco moaned, as the heat of Harry’s mouth engulfed him, and his tongue worked all the right places.
“Harry…” Draco started to moan, over and over and over.
Draco felt his pleasure starting to build quickly. It had been over a week since they’d last had a chance to do this, school keeping them busy, but it was finally the end of the week and they had some blissful time to themselves. He just couldn’t hold out, he desperately needed to take the edge off…
“Arthur!” Draco moaned, as he came deep into Harry’s throat. He collapsed into and aftermath haze of good feelings and let his eyelids droop.
He felt the bed shift as Harry stood up. He cracked open an eyelid, not expecting his lover to be going anywhere right this second. Harry looked very cross, and was decidedly looking for his clothes.
What on earth was the matter? Draco was very confused.
“Harry…” Draco started. “Harry, what are you doing?”
Harry glared at him and said very forcefully, “I’m leaving, what the fuck does it look like?”
Draco’s heart clenched. “Why?” he said, confused. “That was amazing, come back here and I’ll return the favour.” He patted the bed in invitation.
“Wouldn’t you rather the return the favour to Arthur, whoever the fuck that is?” Harry sniped.
Draco just looked at Harry, completely confused. “Who the heck is Arthur?” Draco replied.
“I don’t know, you’re the one bloody screaming his name when you came down my throat!” Harry yelled.
Draco looked at him in stunned silence. “I… I did what?” Draco said, confused.
Harry looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “Just now, when you came, Draco you bloody screamed out “Arthur” instead of my name. Are you suffering short term memory loss or something?”
“Harry… I didn’t know! Honestly I’m so sorry… I don’t know anyone called Arthur. I have honestly no idea why that happened!”
“You expect me to believe that?” Harry huffed, “That’s the most pathetic excuse I’ve ever heard. If you’ve got someone else on your mind, don’t be such a coward and make up stupid lies, be man enough to face it!”
“No, honestly Harry,” Draco said, kneeling on the bed, “I don’t know anyone called Arthur, I didn’t even realise I had said it! I’m promising you, I’m really not making this up!”
Harry really looked at him and stared into his eyes. After a few moments Harry’s eyes seemed to soften.
“For some stupid reason, I believe you,” Harry said. He walked back over to the bed and sat down next to Draco. “Are you feeling alright?” Harry said, attempting to feel Draco’s forehead for a temperature. “Maybe you’re coming down with something.”
Draco glared at Harry. “I don’t know any fever that causes people to yell out complete random names in the middle of sex, Harry.”
“Then what the heck happened?”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
Harry rolled his eyes at him. “Maybe you’re just going bonkers.”
“That’s comforting,” Draco drawled.
“Clotpole,” Harry said, gently shoving Draco.
Draco stared at him. “What did you say to me?”
Harry was grinning, but suddenly sobered. “Actually, I have no idea. That came out of nowhere.”
“Something weird is going on here,” Draco said, frowning.
“Maybe if we just stop talking, and keep going where we left off, things will work out?” Harry suggested.
Draco agreed readily if it meant going back to where they were. He pulled Harry to him and started kissing him fervently. He loved running his hands through Harry’s dark, black, not so messy, somewhat golden and perfect hair. Draco ran his fingers through the golden strands over and over, loving how it looked like spun gold in certain lights…
Draco pulled back from their kiss abruptly and stared at Harry.
“What’s the matter?” Harry said, a questioning look on his face.
“Harry… your hair… it’s…”
“Messy? Unruly? Sexy? Come on Draco, you know it’s fighting a losing battle to try and make it sit straight… Actually now that I feel it, it does sort of feel a bit better… What have you done with it? It’s like… sitting perfectly for once! It feels great rather than messy!”
“Harry… I think you need to have a look in the mirror.”
Harry looked at him in confusion, but never the less got up and wandered over to the mirror on the opposite wall. When he was close enough to see his reflection he stopped and gasped in shock.
“My hair!” Harry exclaimed.
“It’s golden blonde,” Draco said, pointing out the obvious. “And it looks perfectly styled, for once.”
“How did this happen?!?” Harry said, spinning on his heel and looking at Draco. “What on earth is going on?”
“I don’t know, Arthur,” Draco said, and then his eyes went wide.
“You said it again!” Harry exclaimed.
“It was instinctive!” Draco exclaimed.
“Merlin, I swear, if you’re having a laugh at my expense, I will have you put in the stocks for a week!”
Draco stared wide-eyed at Harry’s pronouncement. “Who’s Draco?” Draco said.
“I don’t know, Merlin, but this joke of yours has gone on far to long already,” Arthur replied.
Draco looked at Arthur in confusion. “I really don’t know why I called you Harry! I’m so sorry, Arthur. I don’t know anyone called Harry!” Merlin finished, almost desperate.
Arthur looked at him, really looked at him. “I’m sorry, Merlin. I have no idea what’s going on,” he paced back to the bed and sat down.
“You’re such a dollop head, I don’t know why you stormed off like that. I believe it’s your turn,” Merlin said mischievously. He pulled Arthur to him and into a heated kiss. He nipped and licked at Arthur’s lips, and slowly crawled onto his lap, pushing Arthur back so he was lying down, back to the bed, Merlin above him and kissing him heatedly, hands roving everywhere, including to his cock which was still somehow in his undergarments.
“Need to get you naked,” Merlin moaned, and pulled down Arthurs last remaining scrap of clothing, letting his prick spring free. It was so hard and red, weeping slightly from the tip.
Merlin worked his way down Arthur’s body, in mimic of the attention he had received earlier, and finally his mouth reached Arthur’s cock. He tentatively licked the head, savouring the taste of the pre-come he found there. He gently, teasingly sucked the head, and slowly started to suck in Arthur’s length. Arthur’s hips bucked, but Merlin pushed him back down and attempted to hold his well muscled thighs down.
Merlin grinned evilly at Arthur as he pulled away from his cock, and Arthur groaned at the loss, having not nearly enough.
“Merlin…” Arthur moaned, almost warningly.
Merlin just flashed him a cheeky grin and reached for the vial of oil kept close at hand. He dipped in two fingers and fully coated them. Then, holding Arthur’s gaze the entire time, he reached behind himself and inserted both fingers, moaning at the sensation. Arthur’s eyes followed his every move, filled with lust.
Merlin added a third finger, stretching himself and feeling the pleasant burn, becoming hard again from the sensation and the look in Arthur’s eyes as he watched Merlin finger himself.
Merlin finally withdrew his own fingers and started to frantically kiss Arthur again.
“I want you, so bad,” Arthur breathed into his lips.
Merlin just groaned, and raised himself above Arthur’s straining cock. He felt the tip at his entrance, and slowly, slowly, lowered himself down. Both let out strained gasps of pleasure at the sensation.
“Oh, Merlin,” Arthur gasped, “I’ve wanted this all week. I’ve needed this. Finally,” he gasped. “So tight, after a whole week without me inside you.”
Merlin just moaned and rocked his hips, finally sinking all the way to the root. He was so full, and it felt amazing.
Arthur shifted his hips, forcing Merlin to move, starting a rhythm that sent sensations coursing through their bodies, pleasure radiating through every nerve. Merlin met him thrust for thrust, rocking above him, up and down.
They were both gasping, and Arthur was so close. He grabbed hold of Merlin’s cock and started pumping in time with Merlin’s upward motion. His fist created a tight suction and Merlin knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Then everything exploded, as they both came, Arthur deep inside Merlin, and Merlin all over Arthur’s chest. Merlin collapsed into Arthur, and they both lay there, basking in sensation.
“I love you, Draco,” Arthur said
“I love you too, Harry,” Merlin said.
They sighed, and fell into a restful sleep.
Hope you enjoyed!