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talekayler) wrote2011-07-06 04:00 am
talekayler) wrote2011-07-06 04:00 am
Fic: Lemon Drop
Title: Lemon Drop
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
talekayler
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1140
Summary: Draco and Harry try out a new flavour of lube. Harry’s reaction isn’t quite what Draco expected.
Contains: Rimming, and a wee bit of silliness. Strict PWP, basically.
Author's Notes: I was looking around for flavours of lubricant (IDEK), and came upon a list. One such flavour on the list was ‘lemon drop’, and I just couldn’t resist. I wrote this and promptly forgot about it, so I thought I might as well post it while I remembered. Any and all mistakes are my fault and can be attributed to the sun that has decided to rise before it should.
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Harry moaned, his head falling to rest on the bed between his forearms. He shoved his arse back, shuddering when he felt Draco moan as well. Draco's grip on Harry’s hips tightened, spreading the cheeks as far as he could in order to taste Harry better.
“What – what flavour is this one?” Harry panted, and promptly bit down on his lower lip when Draco curled his tongue.
With a last swipe, Draco leaned back just enough to say, “Lemon drop.”
It took a moment for Harry to register those words. Then he was scrambling up and away until he was pressed against the headboard. “Lemon drop?” he screeched.
Draco wore a befuddled expression. His face shone slightly from he lube and his own saliva; he wiped a little off with his thumb. “What’s wrong with that? After all, you’re not the one that can taste it.” Draco slid the tip of this thumb into his mouth and sucked it clean. “What have you got against lemon drops in the first place? They’re a Muggle sweet, aren’t they? Surely you must have had–” And then he stopped, seeming to remember Harry’s childhood. He frowned.
Harry shook his head; the flush that was on his cheeks, his neck and that spilled onto his chest was not all entirely lust related. “No, they – well, to be honest, they remind me of professor Dumbledore.”
Draco choked. “What?”
Harry squirmed against the headboard. “I know you didn’t interact with him a lot, but I was in his office frequently. The password to his office in second year was ‘lemon drop’, and I think he had a dish of them on his desk.”
Draco was silent for a moment, staring at Harry as if he was unsure what he should be thinking. “I’m pretty sure I should be insulted that our actives reminded you of our deceased Headmaster.”
Harry gaped. He shoved away from the headboard and flew at Draco, causing the bed to sway as he pinned Draco beneath him. Distantly, Draco remembered wanting to make the bed rock in a different way entirely.
“It’s not that,” Harry said, glaring down at Draco. He held Draco’s wrists pinned above his head, and shifted until he fit perfectly in between Draco’s legs. His eyes were brilliant without the cover of his glasses, and he met Draco’s stare determinedly.
“Then what is it?” Draco asked, and arched his hips off the bed. Harry’s eyes widened when he felt the brush of Draco’s cock against his hip.
“You’re still hard?” he whispered.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. “Look at the position we’re in, Potter. Who wouldn’t be hard?” He arched up underneath Harry. “Even if you do end up calling out the wrong name.”
Harry’s face twisted. “That’s disturbing,” he said. As he bent his head to bury it in the curve of Draco’s shoulder, he continued, “And I would do no such thing. I never could.” He gently bit Draco’s shoulder, then soothed it by sucking on it until a faint mark appeared. Draco’s eyes fell closed and he writhed, a groan escaping past his lips. Harry rolled his hips forward, bringing their cocks into alignment and began to slowly grind them together.
“For fucks sake, Potter–” Draco began, wriggling in Harry’s grasp. Harry shut him up with a kiss, and continued the slow glide of his hips. His hands shifted from their grip around Draco’s wrists, moving up and capturing his hands instead. Draco automatically interlaced their fingers, his grip tightening to just this side of pain.
“Harry,” Draco whined. Any attempts he made to increase the pace were only met with Harry slowing them down again, using his own hips to hold Draco’s down if he needed to. “Don’t be such a tease.” His voice broke on the last word, hitching at the next slow roll of Harry’s hips. Draco jerked and his head thrashed from side to side.
Harry untangled one of his hands from Draco’s grip and fumbled around on the bedspread, never pausing in the continuously teasing roll of his hips. His hand latched onto the plastic tube and he flipped open the cap; he recaptured Draco’s mouth, kissing him with a fierceness that was at odds with the movement of their hips.
Harry managed to get a decent hold on the tube, angling it so that when he squeezed, the lube shot out and covered where their cocks were rubbing along one another. They gasped into each other’s mouths at the cold sensation; Draco shuddered and wrapped his legs around Harry’s calves, drawing him as close as possible.
Harry dropped his hand down to their cocks, rubbing the cool gel over the lengths and wanking them, twisting his wrist and playing with the foreskins. The scent of lemon permeated the room, making Draco’s mouth water; he could still taste it on his tongue, and Harry's own. Harry nipped at his lip, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it.
Draco’s free hand clamped down on Harry’s arse, dragging him closer as he arched up, thrusting himself alongside Harry and into the grip Harry held on their cocks. “So… close,” he rasped, kissing Harry fiercely. Their hips were moving at a furious pace now, thrusting against one another, their hands clasped together on the bedspread over Draco’s head, their groans and the rocking of the bed echoing in the room.
Draco tensed, just before his neck arched back and he came in a hot, messy spurt, his come spilling into Harry’s hand and splashing onto his chest and stomach. Harry followed after him, burying his face in Draco’s neck and sucking on the skin, grunting his own release. He collapsed down onto Draco, panting a little and feeling extremely sated.
Draco rolled them to the side, hooking one leg over Harry’s. “That wasn’t what we had planned for tonight,” he said, once he was sure he was able to speak in coherent sentences.
Harry gave a muffled laugh and brought their entwined hands down, kissing the back of Draco’s hand. “No,” he said, “but it still amazing as hell.”
Draco gave him a cocky grin. “It’s always amazing as hell when it’s us.”
Harry kissed the corner of his mouth. “Mmm,” he said against Draco’s lips. “And I’m sure we’ll get around to finishing what we had originally planned later. Eventually.”
“We had better,” Draco said, as Harry reached for his wand to clean them up and pull the sheets over them. “There’s no way I’m letting you go back on your word.” His eyes were alight with a feverish light as he looked at Harry, filled with promises of debauching.
“I always keep my promises,” Harry told him.
Oh, he sure does, Draco thought as they settled down for a satisfying sleep. And he often exceeds them too.
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Author:
talekaylerRating: NC-17
Word Count: 1140
Summary: Draco and Harry try out a new flavour of lube. Harry’s reaction isn’t quite what Draco expected.
Contains: Rimming, and a wee bit of silliness. Strict PWP, basically.
Author's Notes: I was looking around for flavours of lubricant (IDEK), and came upon a list. One such flavour on the list was ‘lemon drop’, and I just couldn’t resist. I wrote this and promptly forgot about it, so I thought I might as well post it while I remembered. Any and all mistakes are my fault and can be attributed to the sun that has decided to rise before it should.
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Harry moaned, his head falling to rest on the bed between his forearms. He shoved his arse back, shuddering when he felt Draco moan as well. Draco's grip on Harry’s hips tightened, spreading the cheeks as far as he could in order to taste Harry better.
“What – what flavour is this one?” Harry panted, and promptly bit down on his lower lip when Draco curled his tongue.
With a last swipe, Draco leaned back just enough to say, “Lemon drop.”
It took a moment for Harry to register those words. Then he was scrambling up and away until he was pressed against the headboard. “Lemon drop?” he screeched.
Draco wore a befuddled expression. His face shone slightly from he lube and his own saliva; he wiped a little off with his thumb. “What’s wrong with that? After all, you’re not the one that can taste it.” Draco slid the tip of this thumb into his mouth and sucked it clean. “What have you got against lemon drops in the first place? They’re a Muggle sweet, aren’t they? Surely you must have had–” And then he stopped, seeming to remember Harry’s childhood. He frowned.
Harry shook his head; the flush that was on his cheeks, his neck and that spilled onto his chest was not all entirely lust related. “No, they – well, to be honest, they remind me of professor Dumbledore.”
Draco choked. “What?”
Harry squirmed against the headboard. “I know you didn’t interact with him a lot, but I was in his office frequently. The password to his office in second year was ‘lemon drop’, and I think he had a dish of them on his desk.”
Draco was silent for a moment, staring at Harry as if he was unsure what he should be thinking. “I’m pretty sure I should be insulted that our actives reminded you of our deceased Headmaster.”
Harry gaped. He shoved away from the headboard and flew at Draco, causing the bed to sway as he pinned Draco beneath him. Distantly, Draco remembered wanting to make the bed rock in a different way entirely.
“It’s not that,” Harry said, glaring down at Draco. He held Draco’s wrists pinned above his head, and shifted until he fit perfectly in between Draco’s legs. His eyes were brilliant without the cover of his glasses, and he met Draco’s stare determinedly.
“Then what is it?” Draco asked, and arched his hips off the bed. Harry’s eyes widened when he felt the brush of Draco’s cock against his hip.
“You’re still hard?” he whispered.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. “Look at the position we’re in, Potter. Who wouldn’t be hard?” He arched up underneath Harry. “Even if you do end up calling out the wrong name.”
Harry’s face twisted. “That’s disturbing,” he said. As he bent his head to bury it in the curve of Draco’s shoulder, he continued, “And I would do no such thing. I never could.” He gently bit Draco’s shoulder, then soothed it by sucking on it until a faint mark appeared. Draco’s eyes fell closed and he writhed, a groan escaping past his lips. Harry rolled his hips forward, bringing their cocks into alignment and began to slowly grind them together.
“For fucks sake, Potter–” Draco began, wriggling in Harry’s grasp. Harry shut him up with a kiss, and continued the slow glide of his hips. His hands shifted from their grip around Draco’s wrists, moving up and capturing his hands instead. Draco automatically interlaced their fingers, his grip tightening to just this side of pain.
“Harry,” Draco whined. Any attempts he made to increase the pace were only met with Harry slowing them down again, using his own hips to hold Draco’s down if he needed to. “Don’t be such a tease.” His voice broke on the last word, hitching at the next slow roll of Harry’s hips. Draco jerked and his head thrashed from side to side.
Harry untangled one of his hands from Draco’s grip and fumbled around on the bedspread, never pausing in the continuously teasing roll of his hips. His hand latched onto the plastic tube and he flipped open the cap; he recaptured Draco’s mouth, kissing him with a fierceness that was at odds with the movement of their hips.
Harry managed to get a decent hold on the tube, angling it so that when he squeezed, the lube shot out and covered where their cocks were rubbing along one another. They gasped into each other’s mouths at the cold sensation; Draco shuddered and wrapped his legs around Harry’s calves, drawing him as close as possible.
Harry dropped his hand down to their cocks, rubbing the cool gel over the lengths and wanking them, twisting his wrist and playing with the foreskins. The scent of lemon permeated the room, making Draco’s mouth water; he could still taste it on his tongue, and Harry's own. Harry nipped at his lip, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it.
Draco’s free hand clamped down on Harry’s arse, dragging him closer as he arched up, thrusting himself alongside Harry and into the grip Harry held on their cocks. “So… close,” he rasped, kissing Harry fiercely. Their hips were moving at a furious pace now, thrusting against one another, their hands clasped together on the bedspread over Draco’s head, their groans and the rocking of the bed echoing in the room.
Draco tensed, just before his neck arched back and he came in a hot, messy spurt, his come spilling into Harry’s hand and splashing onto his chest and stomach. Harry followed after him, burying his face in Draco’s neck and sucking on the skin, grunting his own release. He collapsed down onto Draco, panting a little and feeling extremely sated.
Draco rolled them to the side, hooking one leg over Harry’s. “That wasn’t what we had planned for tonight,” he said, once he was sure he was able to speak in coherent sentences.
Harry gave a muffled laugh and brought their entwined hands down, kissing the back of Draco’s hand. “No,” he said, “but it still amazing as hell.”
Draco gave him a cocky grin. “It’s always amazing as hell when it’s us.”
Harry kissed the corner of his mouth. “Mmm,” he said against Draco’s lips. “And I’m sure we’ll get around to finishing what we had originally planned later. Eventually.”
“We had better,” Draco said, as Harry reached for his wand to clean them up and pull the sheets over them. “There’s no way I’m letting you go back on your word.” His eyes were alight with a feverish light as he looked at Harry, filled with promises of debauching.
“I always keep my promises,” Harry told him.
Oh, he sure does, Draco thought as they settled down for a satisfying sleep. And he often exceeds them too.
fin
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