You've Got a Hold On Me
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talekaylerTitle: You've Got a Hold On Me
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1017
Summary: He says it’s a way to make sure Harry knows he belongs to someone. After all, isn’t the entire Wizarding world clamoring for his attention? Shouldn’t Draco be allowed to mark Harry’s body as he sees fit?
A/N: I had a prompt war with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bleedforyou1 and curiouslyfic. My third prompt was shower sex, and you can read Bleedy's and Curi's drabbles here.
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Why do we not have lube in the shower? Harry thinks as Draco presses him against the wall of the stall. After all, they have lube in the kitchen, and doesn’t the shower sound like a better place for a fuck?
Harry gasps, wrapping his legs automatically around Draco’s waist as Draco lifts him, slamming him back into the stall and biting at his neck. Harry’s head falls back and he lets loose a loud groan, his legs clenching around Draco. His hands are spread out to the sides, clawing at the water-slick tiles in an effort to find something to hold onto, something to use to thrust back as Draco grabs hold of his cock and pumps.
Draco can be quite animalistic at times, leaving scratches and love bites all over Harry. He says it’s a way to make sure Harry knows he belongs to someone. After all, isn’t the entire Wizarding world clamoring for his attention? Shouldn’t Draco be allowed to mark Harry’s body as he sees fit?
Draco also has an obsession with his neck; he’s always sticking his face in the crook of Harry’s shoulder, breathing in deeply and lapping at the warm skin. Harry turns his head to the side now, so Draco has more room to maneuver. Draco humms his approval, tightening his hold on Harry’s hips.
One of Harry’s wandering hands finally comes across the shower ledge, and he uses it to push himself into Draco’s grip around his cock. Draco’s own cock finds its way into the crease of Harry’s arse, where it rubs slowly, enticingly, teasing him. Harry moans, catching his bottom lip in between his teeth and sucking on it.
“Arms around my neck,” Draco orders, and promptly bites down on Harry’s clavicle. Harry arches, and does what Draco says, latching his arms into a tight hold around Draco and holding on for all his worth. One of Draco’s hands finds its way to Harry’s arse, his finger teasingly rubbing at his hole. Harry’s hips back as much as they can. Harry wants that finger in him now, no more teasing, thanks.
Draco, as if he knows what Harry is thinking, tightens his grip on Harry’s cock and lifts his head. He looks at Harry, a small smile curving the line of his mouth. His finger rubs at the rim and he presses just the tip inside, just enough to get Harry riled up.
Harry’s hold around Draco’s neck borders on painful, but Draco doesn’t say anything. Draco bruises easily, and he’s proud of any one’s Harry gives him. I wear them with pride, he says to Harry. They show that you have a hold on me too. They demonstrate how much of an effect I have on you.
When Draco’s finger is finally – finally – sliding its way inside Harry, Harry closes his eyes and moans, his back sliding against the stall, the heat from the water filling the air with steam, and he can feel the small water droplets, as they bounce from Draco slick skin to his.
Draco mouths at his jawline, pressing his finger further into Harry. He has positioned himself so that his own cock is now in line with Harry’s and they rub together, making Harry gasp and buck and moan and wish again for lube.
Draco’s finger is doing heavenly things to his rim, dipping inside now and then to tease at his inner walls. Harry’s eyes clench closed, but he opens them right away, not wanting to miss the sight of Draco pressed against him, the way the water falls down on him and makes his hair slick, the ends slightly curled where the water hasn’t gotten to it yet, the way the water dribbles down Draco’s chest; it makes Harry want to lap it all up, follow the lines the water has made down his chest and to his cock.
Draco’s fingers leave Harry’s hole for a moment, just to move up a little to brush against his balls, stroking the soft skin there. His other hand is holding tightly to Harry’s hip, supporting him easily.
Draco stands on the tip of his toes, thrusting his own cock against Harry’s and trying to get a better angle. Harry whimpers, tossing his head to the side and sucking in air. It’s steam that fills his lungs; steam from the shower, but also steam from the two of them.
Draco bends his head, swiping his tongue out and across Harry nipples, licking and sucking a path up Harry’s chest, throat, up to his ear to whisper, “Look at me,” before he pulls away.
Harry turns to look at him, his eyes bright with passion and his lips parted. Draco smiles beatifically at him, and presses his finger inside Harry again, and at the same time, pressing their cocks together at just the right angle to make Harry howl and shoot jets of come between them.
His hold around Draco’ neck has loosened, and Draco allows him to slide down enough to stand. He presses a hand to Harry’s cheek, turning his face up to kiss him as Harry takes hold of Draco’s erection. He pumps slowly, languidly until Draco’s caress of his cheek has turned into a tight grip on his shoulder.
He doesn’t look away from Harry as Harry wrings out Draco’s orgasm. His eyes flash, reflecting his desire, passion and love, his need to have Harry here with him. Harry swallows thickly, overcome by what he sees in the grey depths.
His strokes on Draco’s cock lessen until Draco pushes his hand away, the flesh too sensitive for more touch at the moment.
It’s his kiss at the end that Harry always awaits, and Draco does it now. It holds as much emotion in it as Draco’s eyes do – and, Harry is sure – his own, but there is also a large amount of promise behind it. The promise to always be faithful and honest, to always be what the other needs, to give and take in equal measures.
The promise to always be together.
fin
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1017
Summary: He says it’s a way to make sure Harry knows he belongs to someone. After all, isn’t the entire Wizarding world clamoring for his attention? Shouldn’t Draco be allowed to mark Harry’s body as he sees fit?
A/N: I had a prompt war with
bleedforyou1 and curiouslyfic. My third prompt was shower sex, and you can read Bleedy's and Curi's drabbles here.--
Why do we not have lube in the shower? Harry thinks as Draco presses him against the wall of the stall. After all, they have lube in the kitchen, and doesn’t the shower sound like a better place for a fuck?
Harry gasps, wrapping his legs automatically around Draco’s waist as Draco lifts him, slamming him back into the stall and biting at his neck. Harry’s head falls back and he lets loose a loud groan, his legs clenching around Draco. His hands are spread out to the sides, clawing at the water-slick tiles in an effort to find something to hold onto, something to use to thrust back as Draco grabs hold of his cock and pumps.
Draco can be quite animalistic at times, leaving scratches and love bites all over Harry. He says it’s a way to make sure Harry knows he belongs to someone. After all, isn’t the entire Wizarding world clamoring for his attention? Shouldn’t Draco be allowed to mark Harry’s body as he sees fit?
Draco also has an obsession with his neck; he’s always sticking his face in the crook of Harry’s shoulder, breathing in deeply and lapping at the warm skin. Harry turns his head to the side now, so Draco has more room to maneuver. Draco humms his approval, tightening his hold on Harry’s hips.
One of Harry’s wandering hands finally comes across the shower ledge, and he uses it to push himself into Draco’s grip around his cock. Draco’s own cock finds its way into the crease of Harry’s arse, where it rubs slowly, enticingly, teasing him. Harry moans, catching his bottom lip in between his teeth and sucking on it.
“Arms around my neck,” Draco orders, and promptly bites down on Harry’s clavicle. Harry arches, and does what Draco says, latching his arms into a tight hold around Draco and holding on for all his worth. One of Draco’s hands finds its way to Harry’s arse, his finger teasingly rubbing at his hole. Harry’s hips back as much as they can. Harry wants that finger in him now, no more teasing, thanks.
Draco, as if he knows what Harry is thinking, tightens his grip on Harry’s cock and lifts his head. He looks at Harry, a small smile curving the line of his mouth. His finger rubs at the rim and he presses just the tip inside, just enough to get Harry riled up.
Harry’s hold around Draco’s neck borders on painful, but Draco doesn’t say anything. Draco bruises easily, and he’s proud of any one’s Harry gives him. I wear them with pride, he says to Harry. They show that you have a hold on me too. They demonstrate how much of an effect I have on you.
When Draco’s finger is finally – finally – sliding its way inside Harry, Harry closes his eyes and moans, his back sliding against the stall, the heat from the water filling the air with steam, and he can feel the small water droplets, as they bounce from Draco slick skin to his.
Draco mouths at his jawline, pressing his finger further into Harry. He has positioned himself so that his own cock is now in line with Harry’s and they rub together, making Harry gasp and buck and moan and wish again for lube.
Draco’s finger is doing heavenly things to his rim, dipping inside now and then to tease at his inner walls. Harry’s eyes clench closed, but he opens them right away, not wanting to miss the sight of Draco pressed against him, the way the water falls down on him and makes his hair slick, the ends slightly curled where the water hasn’t gotten to it yet, the way the water dribbles down Draco’s chest; it makes Harry want to lap it all up, follow the lines the water has made down his chest and to his cock.
Draco’s fingers leave Harry’s hole for a moment, just to move up a little to brush against his balls, stroking the soft skin there. His other hand is holding tightly to Harry’s hip, supporting him easily.
Draco stands on the tip of his toes, thrusting his own cock against Harry’s and trying to get a better angle. Harry whimpers, tossing his head to the side and sucking in air. It’s steam that fills his lungs; steam from the shower, but also steam from the two of them.
Draco bends his head, swiping his tongue out and across Harry nipples, licking and sucking a path up Harry’s chest, throat, up to his ear to whisper, “Look at me,” before he pulls away.
Harry turns to look at him, his eyes bright with passion and his lips parted. Draco smiles beatifically at him, and presses his finger inside Harry again, and at the same time, pressing their cocks together at just the right angle to make Harry howl and shoot jets of come between them.
His hold around Draco’ neck has loosened, and Draco allows him to slide down enough to stand. He presses a hand to Harry’s cheek, turning his face up to kiss him as Harry takes hold of Draco’s erection. He pumps slowly, languidly until Draco’s caress of his cheek has turned into a tight grip on his shoulder.
He doesn’t look away from Harry as Harry wrings out Draco’s orgasm. His eyes flash, reflecting his desire, passion and love, his need to have Harry here with him. Harry swallows thickly, overcome by what he sees in the grey depths.
His strokes on Draco’s cock lessen until Draco pushes his hand away, the flesh too sensitive for more touch at the moment.
It’s his kiss at the end that Harry always awaits, and Draco does it now. It holds as much emotion in it as Draco’s eyes do – and, Harry is sure – his own, but there is also a large amount of promise behind it. The promise to always be faithful and honest, to always be what the other needs, to give and take in equal measures.
The promise to always be together.
fin
