"Touch" (Ficlet)
Title: "Touch"
Characters: Harry and Draco (although the identities are slightly ambiguous)
Rating: NC-17. (Contains graphic sexual situations. Do not read if you are offended by this, or underage.
Length: 2,300 word. (This has NOT been beta'd yet. This is a trial run. The edited version will be posted soon.)
Dedicated to Rice, who is still my darling buttercup *giggle* and First Mate, even though I've been hiding below deck lately and she's been busy with the Fuh-Q-Fest. :D
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Touch me.
I love how you touch me.
I didn’t always, of course. When fists would bruise flesh as surely as words cut it, a sharp sort of hurt; that’s how it was. But now, lips bruise flesh where the lines between pleasure and pain blur, and I’m moaning indecisively, unsure if I’m crying or laughing or maybe both. Lips speaking their apologies for the past in earnest, and every time you touch me, there is the desperation for forgiveness, and it only makes it better; desperate kisses, hungry nibbles, whispering broken phrases into my skin.
I can’t touch you; my hands are bound above my head, and you like that, but I like it too because the only thing is your touch on me, and you like to touch me and I need you to touch me.
Your eyes are moist and shining like the sweat on your skin, and it matches the sweat on my skin, and your tongue is lapping up the beads of sweat, touching my skin, touching me, and I love how you touch me.
Clothes are only another barrier, too much like all the barriers we swore we’d destroyed, and the clothes were gone already, and there’s only skin on skin, warm and slick. Your body mirrors mine as I look up at you, lying on top of me; your toes against my feet, your knees between my legs, your hip protruding slightly into the hollow of my hip, your erection pressed along mine, the beating of your heart thudding through to my chest, your breath grazing my cheek. Your fingers begin to trace my hairline, down across my scar to my brow to the hollow of my cheek and along my jaw line to disappear beneath my hair. I let you turn my head, and your mouth moves along the other side of my jaw, and teeth latch on to my earlobe and nibble. I squirm and moan and your body moves with mine, pressing in new places, keeping me constantly aware of your body touching mine.
Your mouth doesn’t leave my earlobe, and your breath rushes warm into my ear and it feels so strange, so good, and I can’t stop my back from arching, pushing my hips into yours. I feel your smile against my cheek, and your mouth begins to roam down my neck again, licking, nipping, kissing, and touching. Your hands begin to do the same thing, feeling their way down to my collarbone, out to my shoulders and arms, then back to my chest. For a moment, you catch both of my nipples at once, and I feel it like a jolt through to the core of my stomach, like you’re reaching right inside of me.
I want you inside of me.
You know I want you there, and you want to be there, touching me that way. I spread my thighs a bit wider, trying to invite you. You know the invitation. Soon, but not yet. You smirk at me, relishing my frustration, enjoying the flush I can feel in my cheeks, feeling my chest heaving beneath yours as I try to get enough air.
You pull your body away from mine, and the air is cold as it evaporates the sweat from my torso, raising goosebumps, sending shivers rippling across my skin. Your fingers follow those ripples, soothing them, creating new shivers as they trace imaginary patterns from your mind to my skin, following a labyrinth until you’re trapped at my center.
I’m looking at your face, not your hand, but I can feel the heat from your hand as it hovers above my cock, radiating through it as though you were already touching me.
Touch me.
Your hand explores underneath my cock and cups my balls, feeling them, rolling them around, lightly squeezing and teasing and touching and please touch me more. Fingers probe backwards, stroking the skin behind my sack, then making achingly slow circles around my entrance, and it’s not enough. You know I need more, and that’s why your mouth curls up at the corner, and you pull your hand away, but as you do, you graze the underside of the shaft, and I can’t stop the whimper that shoots straight from my groin to my throat.
You like that too much, you know.
And you do know. I can tell by the glint in your eyes as you lean over me to seize my lower lip with your teeth, tasting the captured flesh with your tongue. Your hands are on my chest, then down to my hips, and suddenly, my lip is free and begging to be bitten again but your mouth is already busy as your tongue slowly begins to make the same pilgrimage your fingers did only moments before. Warm, velvety tongue, trailing through the salty moisture of our mingled sweat, along my stomach and over the rise and dip of my hips, down, and down and my god, your mouth is hovering over my cock. You breathe out slowly, and hot air, so terribly wonderfully hot, envelops the head, flows over the shaft, rustles the hair at its base.
I strain up towards your open mouth, but you pull away, just out of reach, and you’re such a bastard.
Your hands are under my balls again, cradling them, touching them, but it only makes my cock achingly aware that it’s being utterly ignored. I don’t know if I love it or hate it when you purse your lips and blow a cool jet of air along my entire length, but that wouldn’t matter because you’re having far too much fun watching me twitch and squirm under your cruel ministrations. Just when I think I might go insane if you hesitate for even another moment, my world explodes. Your mouth is so hot and moist as you swallow me whole, and your tongue explores every detail of my cock, memorizing it, as though you didn’t already know every single ridge and crevice.
So greedy when you devour me, swallowing so the muscles of your throat and tongue pulse around me. Your lips are almost to the base of my cock, and your chin rests briefly on my balls before you slowly work your way back up, swirling your tongue along the underside. As your mouth slides upwards, your hand wraps around me below your lips, and with a light squeeze that makes me gasp, you pull the foreskin down and attack the head with your tongue like a piece of candy, lapping up the dribble of pre-come as it leaks out. The tip of your tongue probes the slit, as if seeking entrance, and I’m almost incoherent with the touch of it.
My eyes were hovering open, but I close them because seeing is too much; I can barely handle the sensations you’re giving me, the things I can’t escape. In the darkness, I’m living in a world of touch, and for the moment, I envy the blind.
Your hands have abandoned my cock, but your tongue is still working slow patterns up and down the surface, holding me at a painful and desperate plateau. One finger traces over my hip and reaches towards my back, and I know what you’re looking for; that one spot in the small of my back that must be hardwired directly to the base of my penis. You find it, and I can’t help myself as my hips lurch, slamming me deep into your waiting mouth again, and that’s exactly what you had planned, you bastard. Playing me like a finely tuned instrument in a one-man band. Strumming, blowing, fiddling, playing, touching, touching, touching and I love how you touch me.
Your lips are still playing their symphony with my cock when I feel one finger, slick with lubrication, lightly probe my entrance, and my entire focus changes. I hardly notice when your mouth finally leaves me, I’m so intent on the new sensation. That finger gently works the ring of muscle, pushing it around in circles before you finally slide it in. I buck, but your other hand is already there, holding my hips down, and all I can do is whimper as you gyrate that one finger in my arse, stretching, tormenting.
Another finger joins the first, and I gasp when you scissor them, hook them around, feeling me, touching me from the inside. I think I stop breathing for a moment when you add the third finger, and I’m all but incoherent. You leave your fingers like that for a moment, just there, perfectly still, waiting.
When I catch my breath, I risk opening one eye, then the other just a bit. Your face is blurry from so far away - you never let me keep my glasses on - but I can see how flushed you are, the sheen of sweat, the rise and fall of your shoulders as you breathe and struggle to maintain control, and I almost lose control myself, just looking at you while you touch me.
Your movements are slow and deliberate as you slide your fingers out of me, then slowly lean forward, crawl up, hover over me, push my legs up and back, and why are you moving so slowly? You’re gentle with me, and you know just how to use that perverse form of cruelty. A hand is wrapped around my waist, and you lift me up and prop a pillow under my arse.
I’m so vulnerable like this. With my hips higher than my shoulders, my hands tied back above my head, and my legs spread open and waiting desperately. I close my eyes again, and you take this as your cue.
Your hips brush against the backs of my legs, and I feel the unmistakable feel of you poised at my hole, pressing lightly, begging for entrance, as if you needed an invitation. Hands rest on my shoulders, holding me down, and your teeth seize my left nipple just as you push into me completely in one smooth stroke.
I cry out from the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure that always comes from the first thrust of you inside me, and it ends in a strangled whimper as your tongue flicks my nipple which is still trapped tightly between your teeth.
I can’t bring myself to open my eyes, and my entire world revolves around you as you slowly pull almost completely out of me, then push back in even more slowly, grazing my prostate as you do, and I’m seeing lights flashing on the insides of my eyelids.
Open your eyes, you whisper below me, but I can’t, I just can’t, I’m so close. I whimper and shake my head, but your tongue is on my other nipple now and I can’t talk. You tell me to open my eyes again, and I’m about to argue when your hand wraps around my cock and squeezes and my eyes snap open and you’re there, grinning broadly at me. You’re far too pleased with your success, but you knew you’d have it your way; you’d have me. You swore you’d have me, and you keep me captive with your touch.
My eyes fall shut again, but just as they do, you pull out and thrust back into me swiftly, forcing my cock to shove up into your hand, and I’m looking at you through the haze. Your mouth is opened in a perfect little “o”, and even your eyes flutter closed for a moment, and my wild imagination tells me I’m seeing an angel or a piece of fine sculpture, but then you release my desperate cock, and you’re my own personal tormenter.
Please touch me, I need you to touch me again.
You don’t listen, not exactly, but you lean down, lying against me as much as you can, and my cock is trapped between our stomachs. It’s so warm, and so much smoother than your hand, and I inhale convulsively.
I’m overwhelmed as you begin a steady rhythm, fucking me slowly, rubbing my cock with your stomach and pushing against my prostate each time you thrust. I think I’m making noises, but the sounds are lost to the thrumming of blood in my ears, my heart pounding in time to you pounding into me.
Your head is hunched over, and your hair brushes against my nipple, and it’s like a chain reaction. My back arches, I tighten around you. You gasp, and I feel your cock twitch inside me. Your slow rhythm suddenly becomes desperate, and it’s all so fast and furious. Ripping through me as your skin strokes my cock in time, and it’s building up, almost painful now.
In one sudden movement, you drive into me so deep that my arse lifts clear off the pillow, and with a yelp, I’m coming. Your hand quickly grasps my cock, and I feel you pulse inside me, filling me in hot spurts as you simultaneously stroke every last drop from me. You don’t release me until you pull out yourself slow from exhaustion.
When you finally collapse on top of me, my world is wrapped in a cottony silence. Your eyes are half-closed as you gaze up at me, and you trail a finger through my own sticky come on my chest, then lick your finger contentedly, and my heart gives a little flutter.
You crawl up beside me, warm and comfortable in the afterglow, and you drape an arm across me, laying your hand flat against my chest. I feel my own heart thudding against the palm of your hand, and your breath is hot against my neck, and your body is curled around mine, cradling me, touching me, and I love how you touch me.
*FIN*
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Feedback will get you much love and cookies. Bear in mind, this is my FIRST time actually writing smut, and I wrote this on a bit of a whim last night.