Benefits of a Small Bed
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talekaylerTitle: Benefits of a Small Bed
Word Count: 989
Rating: R
Challenge: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leo_draconis’s H/D Shared Bed Fest! Go write for it! Leave a prompt! Or three dozen!
Summary: On an Auror mission, Draco and Harry are forced to share a small room with an even smaller bed, and both of them sleep on the same side.
A/N: All mistakes are my own!
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Harry opened the door to the small Muggle hotel room and cringed. The room was no bigger than an over large broom cupboard, and the small bed took up more than half of it. Through the door at the end, Harry could make out a reasonably sized bath, andonly slightly wished that that held true for the room itself.
He squeezed in through the doorway and dumped his Auror bag on the left side of the bed. Draco, his partner for this assignment, followed after him. He sniffed disdainfully upon seeing the size of the room.
“Lovely,” he deadpanned, then froze when he saw the bed. “That’s it?” Harry thought Draco had managed to crack the ceiling and caused a bit of the plaster to rain down. He shot a spell up at it just in case. A caved in roof was more than he wanted to take on right now.
“We’ll just have to deal, Malfoy,” Harry said, and began to rummage in his bag for a change of clothes. He wasn’t about to sleep in his Auror robes again, not after the hellish day they had just had.
Draco strode past him, heading directly for the washroom and said over his shoulder, “I get the washroom first.”
Harry stared after him, open mouthed, as the door clicked shut. His fist clenched in his pyjamas and he fought to regain control of his breathing. He threw them on and managed to get his teeth cleaned with the aid of magic. He would have liked to wait for when Draco had left the bathroom – if he thought that there would still be water. Harry didn’t think the chances of that happening were very good.
Blasted Auror missions.
He settled down onto the bed, which was surprisingly soft, and pulled the covers up around him. Harry thought it was smaller than the ones in the dormitories at Hogwarts, but he could be mistaken. After all, they were fully grown men now, not scrawny teenagers. There wasn’t enough room to enlarge it into a decent size, either, so he didn’t bother. He didn’t fancy having Draco crawl over him to get into the bed. Much.
With a flick of his wand, the forlorn light hanging in the middle of the ceiling went out.
Harry heard Draco curse when he opened the door. “Couldn’t you have waited, Potter?” he hissed.
“Oh, you don’t have far to go,” Harry snapped back, and hunkered down underneath the covers. “You’re a wizard; do something about it,” he said, and determinedly shut his eyes. Until, that is, Draco started to shove him over onto the other side of the bed.
“Shove over, Potter,” he hissed. “I get the left side.”
Harry snarled, “Oh no you don’t! You got the washroom, I get left side!”
Draco grumbled and probably said something unsavoury, but Harry didn’t want to dwell on that too much. He tried to ignore it when Draco squeezed onto the bed, his warmth spreading over the small amount of space between them and making Harry burn. Their thighs brushed. Draco pushed at his back and said, “More room, please.”
Harry huffed and ignored him.
.::.
Harry’s feet were cold when he woke up, but the rest of him was delightfully warm. He sighed and dragged the warmth closer, his nose brushing silk. It almost made up for the cold feet. He arched up into it, his morning wood brushing against something firm enough to provide just the right amount of friction. He moaned. Who knew hotel blankets could be so perfect?
Hotel.
Harry’s sleep dulled mind sharpened quickly, bringing him back to the present. A present in which consisted of Draco spread out over top of him, hair mussed, drool on the corner of his mouth, and his own morning erection. A small part of Harry thought this was quite the present indeed.
Okay, maybe not that small of a part, Harry amended when Draco moved, his groin rubbing against Harry’s. His hands clamped down on Draco’s arse.
“Mmm, Potter,” Draco said, moving his head to mouth along the line of Harry’s throat. Harry froze and told himself that his hands were not caressing Draco Malfoy’s arse, he was just ensuring that Draco didn’t fall off.
Draco rocked his hips once, twice, before Harry felt the flutter of his eyelashes against his neck. He felt Draco tense and waited for the inevitable reaction.
Instead, what he got was, “Why are your hands on my arse, Potter?”
So Harry countered with, “Why are you on top of me?”
Draco shifted up until he was resting on his elbows, looking down at Harry. “Maybe I like being on top of you,” he purred, and Harry’s cock throbbed where it was trapped in his pyjamas. Draco ground down, pressing their erections together.
Harry didn’t bother questioning what they were doing. It just felt too natural to ruin it. His hands tightened their grip and yanked Draco down as he arched up. Draco gasped, his eyes going wide and his hands fisting the pillow on either side of Harry’s head.
“Merlin, Potter,” he moaned, increasing his pace and panting. “I want to see you.”
“Later,” Harry gasped, and came with a long drawn out moan. Draco shuddered and followed helplessly, collapsing down onto Harry. Every breath he took ghosted across Harry’s chest.
“I’m holding you to that,” Draco said after a moment.
Harry hummed and turned them so they were lying on their sides. “One of the best ways to wake up, I think.”
“Of course it is,” Draco replied, with just a touch of haughtiness. Harry curled around him and ignored him, relishing the silence when Draco quieted as well. He ran a hand down Harry’s back and pressed a gentle kiss to Harry’s forehead. Harry closed his eyes, just about to fall back to sleep until…
“Fucking hell, Potter!” Draco screeched. “Your feet are freezing!”
fin
Word Count: 989
Rating: R
Challenge: Written for
leo_draconis’s H/D Shared Bed Fest! Go write for it! Leave a prompt! Or three dozen!Summary: On an Auror mission, Draco and Harry are forced to share a small room with an even smaller bed, and both of them sleep on the same side.
A/N: All mistakes are my own!
--
Harry opened the door to the small Muggle hotel room and cringed. The room was no bigger than an over large broom cupboard, and the small bed took up more than half of it. Through the door at the end, Harry could make out a reasonably sized bath, and
He squeezed in through the doorway and dumped his Auror bag on the left side of the bed. Draco, his partner for this assignment, followed after him. He sniffed disdainfully upon seeing the size of the room.
“Lovely,” he deadpanned, then froze when he saw the bed. “That’s it?” Harry thought Draco had managed to crack the ceiling and caused a bit of the plaster to rain down. He shot a spell up at it just in case. A caved in roof was more than he wanted to take on right now.
“We’ll just have to deal, Malfoy,” Harry said, and began to rummage in his bag for a change of clothes. He wasn’t about to sleep in his Auror robes again, not after the hellish day they had just had.
Draco strode past him, heading directly for the washroom and said over his shoulder, “I get the washroom first.”
Harry stared after him, open mouthed, as the door clicked shut. His fist clenched in his pyjamas and he fought to regain control of his breathing. He threw them on and managed to get his teeth cleaned with the aid of magic. He would have liked to wait for when Draco had left the bathroom – if he thought that there would still be water. Harry didn’t think the chances of that happening were very good.
Blasted Auror missions.
He settled down onto the bed, which was surprisingly soft, and pulled the covers up around him. Harry thought it was smaller than the ones in the dormitories at Hogwarts, but he could be mistaken. After all, they were fully grown men now, not scrawny teenagers. There wasn’t enough room to enlarge it into a decent size, either, so he didn’t bother. He didn’t fancy having Draco crawl over him to get into the bed. Much.
With a flick of his wand, the forlorn light hanging in the middle of the ceiling went out.
Harry heard Draco curse when he opened the door. “Couldn’t you have waited, Potter?” he hissed.
“Oh, you don’t have far to go,” Harry snapped back, and hunkered down underneath the covers. “You’re a wizard; do something about it,” he said, and determinedly shut his eyes. Until, that is, Draco started to shove him over onto the other side of the bed.
“Shove over, Potter,” he hissed. “I get the left side.”
Harry snarled, “Oh no you don’t! You got the washroom, I get left side!”
Draco grumbled and probably said something unsavoury, but Harry didn’t want to dwell on that too much. He tried to ignore it when Draco squeezed onto the bed, his warmth spreading over the small amount of space between them and making Harry burn. Their thighs brushed. Draco pushed at his back and said, “More room, please.”
Harry huffed and ignored him.
.::.
Harry’s feet were cold when he woke up, but the rest of him was delightfully warm. He sighed and dragged the warmth closer, his nose brushing silk. It almost made up for the cold feet. He arched up into it, his morning wood brushing against something firm enough to provide just the right amount of friction. He moaned. Who knew hotel blankets could be so perfect?
Hotel.
Harry’s sleep dulled mind sharpened quickly, bringing him back to the present. A present in which consisted of Draco spread out over top of him, hair mussed, drool on the corner of his mouth, and his own morning erection. A small part of Harry thought this was quite the present indeed.
Okay, maybe not that small of a part, Harry amended when Draco moved, his groin rubbing against Harry’s. His hands clamped down on Draco’s arse.
“Mmm, Potter,” Draco said, moving his head to mouth along the line of Harry’s throat. Harry froze and told himself that his hands were not caressing Draco Malfoy’s arse, he was just ensuring that Draco didn’t fall off.
Draco rocked his hips once, twice, before Harry felt the flutter of his eyelashes against his neck. He felt Draco tense and waited for the inevitable reaction.
Instead, what he got was, “Why are your hands on my arse, Potter?”
So Harry countered with, “Why are you on top of me?”
Draco shifted up until he was resting on his elbows, looking down at Harry. “Maybe I like being on top of you,” he purred, and Harry’s cock throbbed where it was trapped in his pyjamas. Draco ground down, pressing their erections together.
Harry didn’t bother questioning what they were doing. It just felt too natural to ruin it. His hands tightened their grip and yanked Draco down as he arched up. Draco gasped, his eyes going wide and his hands fisting the pillow on either side of Harry’s head.
“Merlin, Potter,” he moaned, increasing his pace and panting. “I want to see you.”
“Later,” Harry gasped, and came with a long drawn out moan. Draco shuddered and followed helplessly, collapsing down onto Harry. Every breath he took ghosted across Harry’s chest.
“I’m holding you to that,” Draco said after a moment.
Harry hummed and turned them so they were lying on their sides. “One of the best ways to wake up, I think.”
“Of course it is,” Draco replied, with just a touch of haughtiness. Harry curled around him and ignored him, relishing the silence when Draco quieted as well. He ran a hand down Harry’s back and pressed a gentle kiss to Harry’s forehead. Harry closed his eyes, just about to fall back to sleep until…
“Fucking hell, Potter!” Draco screeched. “Your feet are freezing!”
fin
