If You Would Just-
Jan. 27th, 2011 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talekaylerTitle: If You Would Just-
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Fighting, felching, dub-con, violence
Word Count: 2500
Beta: To the very awesome![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
subtlefire , because 1. ) she took this one on with short notice, 2.) her speedy job and 3.) put up with me. :D You are the AWESOME.
A/N: Giving this tothepretender501 , because she has been demanding asking for felching, because she sounded woe-begone last night, and she needs warmth tonight! <3
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“YOU UTTER ARSE, POTTER!” Draco raged, his fist swinging widely.
Harry ducked and darted off to the side. “Will you at least listen to me?”
Draco chased after him, picked up the photo that had been taken of them while in Morocco on holiday, and chucked it at him. The frame clipped Harry’s ear before it smashed into the opposite wall, landing on the wooden planks with a tinkle of glass shards and the thump of the pine frame. Draco snarled at him, his hands fisted at his sides. “Why should I? Give me one good reason to.”
Harry didn’t want a fight. He hated fighting with Draco; it brought back memories of those painful times at Hogwarts, all those hurtful words and insults and exchanged hexes and curses. But despite all that, his ire was increasing. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, mockingly. “Maybe because you have a tendency to stop listening and make your own conclusions without the full story?”
“Don’t you dare insult me! Not after that!” He was shaking, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles stood out as a blinding white against his already pale skin. “Not after what you were doing,” Draco choked out, his eyes swimming.
Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Please Draco, let me finish–”
Draco cut off Harry’s words with a slash of his hand. “Don’t you ‘please’ me, Potter!” He stalked forwards, his nostrils flaring. “I thought I meant more to you than this. Enough to actually deserve a proper explanation as to why you were packing up and leaving me to go to New Zealand of all places!”
“I was not leaving you,” he spat vehemently, backing away one small step at a time as Draco advanced.
Draco barked a derisive laugh. “You had your trunk packed, maps laid out, documents authorizing travel for one, provisions, itinerary – it was all there!” He had Harry backed into a corner now.
Harry said perhaps the worst thing he could have at that point, “You weren’t supposed to be back from the conference so soon.”
Draco’s face went through too many expressions at once. Vindictive glee was the first, finding that yes, Harry really had planned on leaving him; a vague sense of surprise that it was true, because even after all that, Draco would have at least hoped that he was wrong; betrayal shortly thereafter, coupling with the anger to create an expression so broken it physically hurt to see. And something Harry hadn’t seen on his beautiful pale face for a long time: pure, unadulterated anger.
Harry backpedalled. “No, that’s–”
Draco punched him in the stomach. Hard.
Harry doubled over, arms rising to clutch protectively around his middle. He coughed, trying to get his breath back, tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. Before he could straighten, Draco’s hand shot out again, swiping across his face, sending his glasses flying and leaving him with a bloom of red across his cheek. Harry stumbled backwards, his right hand coming up to balance himself against the wall.
Draco towered over him. He watched as a single pain-induced tear was squeezed out, falling to land on the floor with a gentle plip that sounded terribly out of place. “You have no right,” he said, his voice dangerously low, “to shed a tear in this situation, regardless of its origin.”
He turned away, the swish of his robes sending the light scent of his cologne in Harry’s direction. Cologne Harry had bought for him the Christmas before last, after Draco had painstakingly gone through the process of dropping subtle hints that were easy enough for Harry to get. Harry wasn’t about to let this stupid misunderstanding take that away from him.
He grabbed Draco’s wrist, hauling him back and pulling him off balance. Draco reacted instinctively, his right hand striking Harry once more before Harry managed to snag that too.
Holding him down, preventing him from fighting back, seemed to set Draco off. He flailed, trying to pull his wrists from Harry’s grip, kicking and screaming himself hoarse. “You lying, cheating bastard! Was all this a joke to you? Do I just get to be cast off?”
“I’m tired of being accused of things that have not and will never happen!” Harry encircled Draco with one arm, pulling him close so they were chest to chest. His other rose to grab the back of Draco’s neck, fisting his hair. Draco’s cheeks were shining, his breathing erratic as he tried to pull himself away. Harry tightened his grip on Draco’s hair, using it to pull him closer and smash their lips together.
Draco screamed in outrage and Harry took the opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth. Draco bit down on it, making Harry hiss and pull back. “Don’t–”
Harry ignored the warning, kissing him again and again, heedless of the bites that Draco dealt him at every attempt. He could taste blood from his tongue; it felt swollen and sore, prickling with pain, but it was worth it. Draco sobbed, his next ‘don’t’ sounding more like a plea against Harry’s lips. His eyes were screwed shut, the line of his shoulders strong enough to withstand the weight of ten pewter cauldrons.
Harry shifted, relaxing the hold on Draco’s hair, and adjusted their bodies into a more comfortable fit. They always fit together so well. With his arms freed, Draco lifted them and planted his hands on Harry’s chest, but he didn’t push him away, not yet. Gently, Harry kissed him again, moving his lips softly in a gentle glide. He could feel Draco’s huffed sobs and flicked his tongue out once more, tasting his own blood mixed with Draco’s unique flavour.
Draco whimpered, his hands fisting the material of Harry’s shirt and gave a very faint pull. Harry cupped his face, tilting his head this way and that and leaving no corner of his mouth unexplored. He rubbed his thumbs over the cheekbones, then traced the line of Draco’s throat with his fingers, eventually settling his hands on Draco’s shoulders. Draco’s hips moved the smallest bit closer, the tension abating from his body as Harry kissed and touched him.
He ran a possessive hand down Draco’s chest, flicking open the fastenings and urging the robe down to the floor. Draco whimpered, but did nothing to stop him. Harry broke the kiss in favour of sucking at Draco’s neck, nudging his head up and to the side to get better access. He made short work of the buttons on his shirt, pushing that to the floor to join the robe. His hands drifted lower, settled on the buckle of Draco’s belt before it was eased open, and then popped the button and slid the zip to his trousers down in one smooth movement. He pulled the material down as far as he could, the loose fabric sliding down Draco’s legs. The belt hit the floor with a solid thunk. Draco shivered, completely exposed to the cool air of the house.
Harry’s jeans followed in short order, and he wriggled his hips and shimmied out of them, kicking them away. He pulled away from Draco in order to pull his tee shirt over his head, thankful that his glasses were already gone.
As Harry was removing his shirt, Draco used the opportunity to back away, shaking his head. “No, you can’t do this to me,” he muttered. “You can’t – you can’t use me–”
Harry grabbed him and claimed his lips once more. Draco pushed at his shoulders, but Harry refused to give. Draco was not running away from this; Harry was not letting go of him.
He bent his knees, taking them to the floor and pulling Draco with him by the shoulders. Draco gave a muffled protest, the words made indistinguishable by Harry’s kiss.
He pushed Draco backwards, until his back made contact with the floor. He only broke the kiss for short moments, long enough to catch his breath, but not too long that Draco was able to protest. His grey eyes still shone with unshed tears, his face red and blotchy and eyelashes glistening. He shivered under Harry’s touch, smelled like he always did, the complex combination of sandalwood and patchouli and something like citrus.
He nuzzled Draco’s neck, murmuring gentle assurances and devotions against his skin. Draco ignored him, his faced turned away before Harry brought his face back to centre and kissed him soundly. Draco’s hands came up to clutch at Harry’s shoulders.
Harry trailed a hand down Draco’s chest, pausing briefly to rub his thumb over a nipple before continuing down to dance over his ribs, trace his navel. He dotted Draco’s shoulders with kisses, sucking marks into his skin, placing gentle nips and smoothing them away with his tongue.
By the time his hand reached Draco’s arse, it had been lubricated with a spell. He nudged Draco’s legs apart, which Draco only did half-heartedly, his breathing shallow. Harry circled the tightly furled muscle with one slick fingertip before gently easing it inside. Draco gave a small ‘ah’ and his hips twitched upwards.
Harry pumped his finger in and out, before working in a second, then a third. Draco had his eyes squeezed shut, clawing at Harry’s back and shoulders and squeezing his hips with his knees. He whimpered and whined, trying to clamp down on the noise by biting his lip. Harry licked at it, getting Draco to release the abused flesh before he sucked Draco’s bottom lip into his mouth.
He removed his fingers and grasped Draco’s cock instead, smoothing the extra lubricant over his shaft and positioning himself before thrusting inside shallowly. Draco huffed, a faint sliver of grey showing between his eyelashes as he watched.
Harry shifted, lifting Draco’s legs and moved inside further. He pulled out until just the tip remained before sliding in to the hilt. Draco whined, his eyes falling completely shut and his arms bringing Harry down in top of him.
Harry’s thrusts were shallow, long, slow drives in and out of Draco’s body that caused him to thrash and made his cock bounce. Gradually, Harry increased the pace and grasped hold of Draco’s cock and stroked it.
He was completely focused on Draco; Draco who was thrashing on every thrust Harry made, every brush of Harry’s cock against his prostate; Draco who was giving a high keen in the back of his throat; Draco who was screaming at him, screaming at Harry to fuck off and screaming at him to fuck him harder.
Harry pulled at Draco’s cock, sliding his thumb over the slit and squeezing. Draco thrashed, turned his face to the side and bit into his fist, screaming and coming and coming.
Harry watched him, breathless as he always was when Draco climaxed. He gave a last shudder, a last spurt, but his hips still bucked weakly up into Harry’s shallow thrusts. Harry quickened his pace, burying himself deep as Draco clenched around him. He grunted, spilling his release inside Draco.
Harry braced himself above him, panting, and fought the urge to collapse. He watched Draco regain his breath, his body still alternately clenching and relaxing. His hold on Draco’s legs turned lax, allowing them to fall to either side.
Harry pulled out, watching in abstract fascination as his come dribbled out of Draco’s slick arsehole. He swallowed, ran a hand along the outside of Draco’s trembling thigh, and lowered himself, nudging Draco’s spent cock with the tip of his nose. It gave a small twitch, as if to say thanks for that.
He slid his tongue down, flicking it between Draco’s balls, and then further down still to his hole, lapping up his own ejaculate. There was a hitch in Draco’s breathing and his thighs shook.
Harry traced the ring of muscle with the tip of his tongue, just barely dipping it into the hole itself, before he flattened his tongue and licked a broad stripe up Draco’s crack. Draco’s hands flew to his hair, bunching the locks between his fingertips and urging him forward, pressing Harry’s face into his arse.
Taking the hint, Harry gave another slow glide of his tongue, gathering more of his come with every swipe. Draco moaned, then gave a harsh shout when Harry slid his tongue inside, lapping at his inner walls. He moved his tongue in and out, an echo of his pervious actions.
Withdrawing, he pressed his lips against Draco’s hole, breathing in the musky scent, and sucked. He held Draco’s hips down against the floor and danced his fingers over the sharp lines of his hipbones, tracing small circles and designs onto the skin.
Harry sucked and licked, pulling heart stopping cries and whimpers from Draco, and only moved his head away from time to time to nibble on the pale thighs. He placed a last soft kiss on Draco’s arsehole, then one to each side, before moving up to mouth at his balls, once more heavy and tight. His nose brushed the curls surrounding Draco’s cock, fully erect for the second time. He placed sucking kisses along its length, savouring the musky scent that clung to Draco before he drew as much as he could into his mouth.
Draco gave something akin to a howl, bucking up into Harry’s mouth and yanking on his hair. Harry ran a finger down the crease of Draco’s arse, coming to rest at the still stretched hole. He pressed forwards gently until just the tip of his finger passed through and drew back enough with his mouth to apply suction to the tip of Draco’s cock.
Draco came again with a shout, hands tightening in Harry’s hair, his body wracked with shudders. Harry swallowed every last drop, licking and sucking until Draco groaned and released his hair, his hands clamouring to find a way to wind about Harry’s shoulders. Harry crawled up his body, placing a row of kisses on his chest.
He relaxed on his forearms just beneath Draco’s arms, his hands finding their way to wrap around his shoulders. Draco had his eyes closed tightly, his head turned to the side and belying the relaxation of his body. Harry placed a last kiss on the line of Draco’s jaw.
“What’s in New Zealand, Draco?”
Draco gave a choked laugh, a last tear slipping down his cheek to tangle in his hair. “You had better not be.”
Harry nuzzled his neck, sucking a faint kiss on the spot where it met his shoulder. “Your father,” he said, turning his head just enough for Draco to be able to hear him properly.
Draco stilled, his hands tightening their hold on Harry’s shoulders. “I was going to New Zealand to bring him back. I know how much your family means to you, Draco, and even if Lucius and I never get along, he still loves you. I got his exile renounced, and was hoping to have him back in London before you returned from the conference.”
There was a moment of silence before Draco said, “Don’t ever do that again.” He turned his head to stare at Harry straight on, wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist and tightened the grip around his shoulders. “Don’t ever make me think that you’re leaving me again.”
Harry kissed him, long and deep, before drawing back enough to say, “I'm not going anywhere without you."
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Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Fighting, felching, dub-con, violence
Word Count: 2500
Beta: To the very awesome
subtlefire , because 1. ) she took this one on with short notice, 2.) her speedy job and 3.) put up with me. :D You are the AWESOME.A/N: Giving this to
thepretender501 , because she has been --
“YOU UTTER ARSE, POTTER!” Draco raged, his fist swinging widely.
Harry ducked and darted off to the side. “Will you at least listen to me?”
Draco chased after him, picked up the photo that had been taken of them while in Morocco on holiday, and chucked it at him. The frame clipped Harry’s ear before it smashed into the opposite wall, landing on the wooden planks with a tinkle of glass shards and the thump of the pine frame. Draco snarled at him, his hands fisted at his sides. “Why should I? Give me one good reason to.”
Harry didn’t want a fight. He hated fighting with Draco; it brought back memories of those painful times at Hogwarts, all those hurtful words and insults and exchanged hexes and curses. But despite all that, his ire was increasing. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, mockingly. “Maybe because you have a tendency to stop listening and make your own conclusions without the full story?”
“Don’t you dare insult me! Not after that!” He was shaking, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles stood out as a blinding white against his already pale skin. “Not after what you were doing,” Draco choked out, his eyes swimming.
Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Please Draco, let me finish–”
Draco cut off Harry’s words with a slash of his hand. “Don’t you ‘please’ me, Potter!” He stalked forwards, his nostrils flaring. “I thought I meant more to you than this. Enough to actually deserve a proper explanation as to why you were packing up and leaving me to go to New Zealand of all places!”
“I was not leaving you,” he spat vehemently, backing away one small step at a time as Draco advanced.
Draco barked a derisive laugh. “You had your trunk packed, maps laid out, documents authorizing travel for one, provisions, itinerary – it was all there!” He had Harry backed into a corner now.
Harry said perhaps the worst thing he could have at that point, “You weren’t supposed to be back from the conference so soon.”
Draco’s face went through too many expressions at once. Vindictive glee was the first, finding that yes, Harry really had planned on leaving him; a vague sense of surprise that it was true, because even after all that, Draco would have at least hoped that he was wrong; betrayal shortly thereafter, coupling with the anger to create an expression so broken it physically hurt to see. And something Harry hadn’t seen on his beautiful pale face for a long time: pure, unadulterated anger.
Harry backpedalled. “No, that’s–”
Draco punched him in the stomach. Hard.
Harry doubled over, arms rising to clutch protectively around his middle. He coughed, trying to get his breath back, tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. Before he could straighten, Draco’s hand shot out again, swiping across his face, sending his glasses flying and leaving him with a bloom of red across his cheek. Harry stumbled backwards, his right hand coming up to balance himself against the wall.
Draco towered over him. He watched as a single pain-induced tear was squeezed out, falling to land on the floor with a gentle plip that sounded terribly out of place. “You have no right,” he said, his voice dangerously low, “to shed a tear in this situation, regardless of its origin.”
He turned away, the swish of his robes sending the light scent of his cologne in Harry’s direction. Cologne Harry had bought for him the Christmas before last, after Draco had painstakingly gone through the process of dropping subtle hints that were easy enough for Harry to get. Harry wasn’t about to let this stupid misunderstanding take that away from him.
He grabbed Draco’s wrist, hauling him back and pulling him off balance. Draco reacted instinctively, his right hand striking Harry once more before Harry managed to snag that too.
Holding him down, preventing him from fighting back, seemed to set Draco off. He flailed, trying to pull his wrists from Harry’s grip, kicking and screaming himself hoarse. “You lying, cheating bastard! Was all this a joke to you? Do I just get to be cast off?”
“I’m tired of being accused of things that have not and will never happen!” Harry encircled Draco with one arm, pulling him close so they were chest to chest. His other rose to grab the back of Draco’s neck, fisting his hair. Draco’s cheeks were shining, his breathing erratic as he tried to pull himself away. Harry tightened his grip on Draco’s hair, using it to pull him closer and smash their lips together.
Draco screamed in outrage and Harry took the opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth. Draco bit down on it, making Harry hiss and pull back. “Don’t–”
Harry ignored the warning, kissing him again and again, heedless of the bites that Draco dealt him at every attempt. He could taste blood from his tongue; it felt swollen and sore, prickling with pain, but it was worth it. Draco sobbed, his next ‘don’t’ sounding more like a plea against Harry’s lips. His eyes were screwed shut, the line of his shoulders strong enough to withstand the weight of ten pewter cauldrons.
Harry shifted, relaxing the hold on Draco’s hair, and adjusted their bodies into a more comfortable fit. They always fit together so well. With his arms freed, Draco lifted them and planted his hands on Harry’s chest, but he didn’t push him away, not yet. Gently, Harry kissed him again, moving his lips softly in a gentle glide. He could feel Draco’s huffed sobs and flicked his tongue out once more, tasting his own blood mixed with Draco’s unique flavour.
Draco whimpered, his hands fisting the material of Harry’s shirt and gave a very faint pull. Harry cupped his face, tilting his head this way and that and leaving no corner of his mouth unexplored. He rubbed his thumbs over the cheekbones, then traced the line of Draco’s throat with his fingers, eventually settling his hands on Draco’s shoulders. Draco’s hips moved the smallest bit closer, the tension abating from his body as Harry kissed and touched him.
He ran a possessive hand down Draco’s chest, flicking open the fastenings and urging the robe down to the floor. Draco whimpered, but did nothing to stop him. Harry broke the kiss in favour of sucking at Draco’s neck, nudging his head up and to the side to get better access. He made short work of the buttons on his shirt, pushing that to the floor to join the robe. His hands drifted lower, settled on the buckle of Draco’s belt before it was eased open, and then popped the button and slid the zip to his trousers down in one smooth movement. He pulled the material down as far as he could, the loose fabric sliding down Draco’s legs. The belt hit the floor with a solid thunk. Draco shivered, completely exposed to the cool air of the house.
Harry’s jeans followed in short order, and he wriggled his hips and shimmied out of them, kicking them away. He pulled away from Draco in order to pull his tee shirt over his head, thankful that his glasses were already gone.
As Harry was removing his shirt, Draco used the opportunity to back away, shaking his head. “No, you can’t do this to me,” he muttered. “You can’t – you can’t use me–”
Harry grabbed him and claimed his lips once more. Draco pushed at his shoulders, but Harry refused to give. Draco was not running away from this; Harry was not letting go of him.
He bent his knees, taking them to the floor and pulling Draco with him by the shoulders. Draco gave a muffled protest, the words made indistinguishable by Harry’s kiss.
He pushed Draco backwards, until his back made contact with the floor. He only broke the kiss for short moments, long enough to catch his breath, but not too long that Draco was able to protest. His grey eyes still shone with unshed tears, his face red and blotchy and eyelashes glistening. He shivered under Harry’s touch, smelled like he always did, the complex combination of sandalwood and patchouli and something like citrus.
He nuzzled Draco’s neck, murmuring gentle assurances and devotions against his skin. Draco ignored him, his faced turned away before Harry brought his face back to centre and kissed him soundly. Draco’s hands came up to clutch at Harry’s shoulders.
Harry trailed a hand down Draco’s chest, pausing briefly to rub his thumb over a nipple before continuing down to dance over his ribs, trace his navel. He dotted Draco’s shoulders with kisses, sucking marks into his skin, placing gentle nips and smoothing them away with his tongue.
By the time his hand reached Draco’s arse, it had been lubricated with a spell. He nudged Draco’s legs apart, which Draco only did half-heartedly, his breathing shallow. Harry circled the tightly furled muscle with one slick fingertip before gently easing it inside. Draco gave a small ‘ah’ and his hips twitched upwards.
Harry pumped his finger in and out, before working in a second, then a third. Draco had his eyes squeezed shut, clawing at Harry’s back and shoulders and squeezing his hips with his knees. He whimpered and whined, trying to clamp down on the noise by biting his lip. Harry licked at it, getting Draco to release the abused flesh before he sucked Draco’s bottom lip into his mouth.
He removed his fingers and grasped Draco’s cock instead, smoothing the extra lubricant over his shaft and positioning himself before thrusting inside shallowly. Draco huffed, a faint sliver of grey showing between his eyelashes as he watched.
Harry shifted, lifting Draco’s legs and moved inside further. He pulled out until just the tip remained before sliding in to the hilt. Draco whined, his eyes falling completely shut and his arms bringing Harry down in top of him.
Harry’s thrusts were shallow, long, slow drives in and out of Draco’s body that caused him to thrash and made his cock bounce. Gradually, Harry increased the pace and grasped hold of Draco’s cock and stroked it.
He was completely focused on Draco; Draco who was thrashing on every thrust Harry made, every brush of Harry’s cock against his prostate; Draco who was giving a high keen in the back of his throat; Draco who was screaming at him, screaming at Harry to fuck off and screaming at him to fuck him harder.
Harry pulled at Draco’s cock, sliding his thumb over the slit and squeezing. Draco thrashed, turned his face to the side and bit into his fist, screaming and coming and coming.
Harry watched him, breathless as he always was when Draco climaxed. He gave a last shudder, a last spurt, but his hips still bucked weakly up into Harry’s shallow thrusts. Harry quickened his pace, burying himself deep as Draco clenched around him. He grunted, spilling his release inside Draco.
Harry braced himself above him, panting, and fought the urge to collapse. He watched Draco regain his breath, his body still alternately clenching and relaxing. His hold on Draco’s legs turned lax, allowing them to fall to either side.
Harry pulled out, watching in abstract fascination as his come dribbled out of Draco’s slick arsehole. He swallowed, ran a hand along the outside of Draco’s trembling thigh, and lowered himself, nudging Draco’s spent cock with the tip of his nose. It gave a small twitch, as if to say thanks for that.
He slid his tongue down, flicking it between Draco’s balls, and then further down still to his hole, lapping up his own ejaculate. There was a hitch in Draco’s breathing and his thighs shook.
Harry traced the ring of muscle with the tip of his tongue, just barely dipping it into the hole itself, before he flattened his tongue and licked a broad stripe up Draco’s crack. Draco’s hands flew to his hair, bunching the locks between his fingertips and urging him forward, pressing Harry’s face into his arse.
Taking the hint, Harry gave another slow glide of his tongue, gathering more of his come with every swipe. Draco moaned, then gave a harsh shout when Harry slid his tongue inside, lapping at his inner walls. He moved his tongue in and out, an echo of his pervious actions.
Withdrawing, he pressed his lips against Draco’s hole, breathing in the musky scent, and sucked. He held Draco’s hips down against the floor and danced his fingers over the sharp lines of his hipbones, tracing small circles and designs onto the skin.
Harry sucked and licked, pulling heart stopping cries and whimpers from Draco, and only moved his head away from time to time to nibble on the pale thighs. He placed a last soft kiss on Draco’s arsehole, then one to each side, before moving up to mouth at his balls, once more heavy and tight. His nose brushed the curls surrounding Draco’s cock, fully erect for the second time. He placed sucking kisses along its length, savouring the musky scent that clung to Draco before he drew as much as he could into his mouth.
Draco gave something akin to a howl, bucking up into Harry’s mouth and yanking on his hair. Harry ran a finger down the crease of Draco’s arse, coming to rest at the still stretched hole. He pressed forwards gently until just the tip of his finger passed through and drew back enough with his mouth to apply suction to the tip of Draco’s cock.
Draco came again with a shout, hands tightening in Harry’s hair, his body wracked with shudders. Harry swallowed every last drop, licking and sucking until Draco groaned and released his hair, his hands clamouring to find a way to wind about Harry’s shoulders. Harry crawled up his body, placing a row of kisses on his chest.
He relaxed on his forearms just beneath Draco’s arms, his hands finding their way to wrap around his shoulders. Draco had his eyes closed tightly, his head turned to the side and belying the relaxation of his body. Harry placed a last kiss on the line of Draco’s jaw.
“What’s in New Zealand, Draco?”
Draco gave a choked laugh, a last tear slipping down his cheek to tangle in his hair. “You had better not be.”
Harry nuzzled his neck, sucking a faint kiss on the spot where it met his shoulder. “Your father,” he said, turning his head just enough for Draco to be able to hear him properly.
Draco stilled, his hands tightening their hold on Harry’s shoulders. “I was going to New Zealand to bring him back. I know how much your family means to you, Draco, and even if Lucius and I never get along, he still loves you. I got his exile renounced, and was hoping to have him back in London before you returned from the conference.”
There was a moment of silence before Draco said, “Don’t ever do that again.” He turned his head to stare at Harry straight on, wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist and tightened the grip around his shoulders. “Don’t ever make me think that you’re leaving me again.”
Harry kissed him, long and deep, before drawing back enough to say, “I'm not going anywhere without you."
fin
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Date: 2011-01-27 04:34 am (UTC)Oh and the H/D action was quite hot. Such as nice image ^///^.
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Date: 2011-01-27 10:48 am (UTC)Angry sex, FTW!!
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Date: 2011-01-28 01:49 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-01-27 10:52 am (UTC)This was so incredibly sweet and HoT! And just WOW!
<3 <3 <3
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Date: 2011-01-27 08:35 pm (UTC)I wish someone would fight for me like that.
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Date: 2011-01-28 01:57 am (UTC)*huggles you*
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Date: 2011-02-11 07:17 pm (UTC)Great job.
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Date: 2011-02-11 07:28 pm (UTC)