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talekayler) wrote2011-02-11 10:08 pm
talekayler) wrote2011-02-11 10:08 pm
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Title: No Words Needed
Word Count: 944
Summary: Draco's Valentine present for Harry is one to remember, and much more satisfying then chocolates or flowers or a new broom.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Rimming, rimming, rimming. And a tad bit of fingering.
A/N: Oh look at that! two fics semi-written in one day! \o/ Also written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
okydoky 's Valentine's Day comment meme, and for the prompt "Draco rims Harry until he cries. As a Valentines present. Of course." from okydoky herself! ^^
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Draco has a wicked tongue.
Harry has known this ever since they had started school. And Draco had proven it all through their years at Hogwarts. Oh, the number of times he had been on the receiving end of the snark Draco could dish out...
But it wasn't until they started dating that Harry discovered the other - better - uses for Draco's tongue.
Draco used it all the time; like while they were sharing a heated kiss, where Draco would cup and massage Harry's arse, lapping at Harry's mouth as if he was trying to find the last traces of dessert there. And Harry found that if he suckled on it, Draco gave this breathy moan that was absolutely divine.
And then there were the times when Draco mouthed his way down Harry's body, sucking kisses onto his skin and trailing his tongue over Harry's collarbone, his nipples, circling his navel before he dipped just the tip inside, flitting that tongue against Harry's hipbone.
And then Draco would urge Harry to lie on his stomach, and Harry's breathing would quicken in anticipation.
Draco never went straight at it. He liked to tease Harry, pulling his cheeks apart ever so slightly before rubbing his hands over the globes. He'd nip along the juncture where thigh met arse and breathe cool air over Harry's hole when it was exposed. Harry's hands fist in the pillow, and he shoves his arse up, trying to get Draco to stop teasing.
Draco laughs, a deep throaty chuckle that shows that this affects him as much as it does Harry. He shoves a pillow under Harry's raised hips and pulls his cheeks apart once more. Harry's breathing almost stops, and his eyes slid closed, trying to savour what he knows is coming.
Draco's breath is hot now, hovering just over his hole. His tongue flicks out, just once, licking a stripe up Harry's crack. He brings it back soon enough, rubbing the flat of his tongue over Harry's hole as he grasps at Harry, pulling his hips back. Harry arches, thrusting his arse back into Draco's face and moans.
Draco gives a series of short licks, the pressure gradually increasing until it's focused on his hole. Harry gasps, his hands clenching and unclenching around the pillow. He rocks his hips back and forth, his erection sliding against the silk bed sheets in a slow glide. But there's not enough friction for him, and good Godric, Draco's tongue isn't even inside his arse yet!
But there it is, the tip tracing along the rim just before it dips into the centre, sliding in as slowly and as far as Draco can get it. Harry's breath hitches and his hips jerk. And then Draco's sucking, his lips sealing around Harry's hole and Harry writhes against the coverlet, trying to buck back, trying to get that tongue inside him.
As if Draco has read his thoughts, he wiggles his tongue, sliding it in and out of Harry's arse in a slow rhythm. Harry whines; he can hear the wet sounds Draco is making and even just imagining what this looks like is enough to make him hard. Draco stabs his tongue in and out; on every extraction, he runs his tongue along the rim just before he dives back in. It makes Harry's toes curl.
"G-Godric, Draco, please," Harry pleads, his hands shaking as they grip the pillow so tightly he fears his nails must have ripped it. His face is hot, and his eyes begin to water.
Draco hums; Harry can feel the vibrations as Draco wiggles his tongue back into Harry's arse. He strokes a finger over Harry's perineum, dropping it down just enough that it grazes Harry's balls teasingly. The finger then slides up and traces along Harry's rim as Draco fucks Harry with his tongue.
Harry gasps, and pants, and moans, but Draco doesn't stray from his slow, teasing pace. He wiggles just the tip of his finger in along side his tongue, pressing it in slowly. When Harry next shoves his hips back, Draco smacks his arse with his other hand, hard enough to be a warning, but light enough to be teasing.
Harry squeezes his eyes shut, his breathing rapid and out of sync. Draco, almost as if he senses how close Harry is getting, moves his finger further inside, loosening the path for his tongue.
And then the finger is gone and Draco is shoving is tongue as far as he can into Harry. Which makes Harry thankful that Draco also has a long tongue. He cries out, his head shooting up off the pillow and his back arching beautifully as he tries to get his arse closer, trying to get more of Draco inside him. His skin tingles, he feels like he's burning; there's a combination of sweat and tears running down his face.
Draco stabs his tongue in and out relentlessly, alternately sucking on the rim as his hand fondles Harry's balls. Harry is shouting nonsense words, urging Draco on, pressing his arse back and he fights not to slide a hand down to grip his aching prick.
But Draco does; somehow he is able to stroke Harry at the same pace he is using to thrust his tongue inside Harry's arse, licking and sucking at the hole. Harry whines, his hips bucking and jerking erratically, and it's only Draco's steady hand on his cheek that keeps Harry still enough.
Harry gasps - arches - and comes, seeing stars, his vision turning white.
Draco crawls up Harry's sweaty and trembling form to place a soft kiss on Harry's temple.
"Happy Valentine's Day, love."
fin
Word Count: 944
Summary: Draco's Valentine present for Harry is one to remember, and much more satisfying then chocolates or flowers or a new broom.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Rimming, rimming, rimming. And a tad bit of fingering.
A/N: Oh look at that! two fics semi-written in one day! \o/ Also written for
okydoky 's Valentine's Day comment meme, and for the prompt "Draco rims Harry until he cries. As a Valentines present. Of course." from okydoky herself! ^^--
Draco has a wicked tongue.
Harry has known this ever since they had started school. And Draco had proven it all through their years at Hogwarts. Oh, the number of times he had been on the receiving end of the snark Draco could dish out...
But it wasn't until they started dating that Harry discovered the other - better - uses for Draco's tongue.
Draco used it all the time; like while they were sharing a heated kiss, where Draco would cup and massage Harry's arse, lapping at Harry's mouth as if he was trying to find the last traces of dessert there. And Harry found that if he suckled on it, Draco gave this breathy moan that was absolutely divine.
And then there were the times when Draco mouthed his way down Harry's body, sucking kisses onto his skin and trailing his tongue over Harry's collarbone, his nipples, circling his navel before he dipped just the tip inside, flitting that tongue against Harry's hipbone.
And then Draco would urge Harry to lie on his stomach, and Harry's breathing would quicken in anticipation.
Draco never went straight at it. He liked to tease Harry, pulling his cheeks apart ever so slightly before rubbing his hands over the globes. He'd nip along the juncture where thigh met arse and breathe cool air over Harry's hole when it was exposed. Harry's hands fist in the pillow, and he shoves his arse up, trying to get Draco to stop teasing.
Draco laughs, a deep throaty chuckle that shows that this affects him as much as it does Harry. He shoves a pillow under Harry's raised hips and pulls his cheeks apart once more. Harry's breathing almost stops, and his eyes slid closed, trying to savour what he knows is coming.
Draco's breath is hot now, hovering just over his hole. His tongue flicks out, just once, licking a stripe up Harry's crack. He brings it back soon enough, rubbing the flat of his tongue over Harry's hole as he grasps at Harry, pulling his hips back. Harry arches, thrusting his arse back into Draco's face and moans.
Draco gives a series of short licks, the pressure gradually increasing until it's focused on his hole. Harry gasps, his hands clenching and unclenching around the pillow. He rocks his hips back and forth, his erection sliding against the silk bed sheets in a slow glide. But there's not enough friction for him, and good Godric, Draco's tongue isn't even inside his arse yet!
But there it is, the tip tracing along the rim just before it dips into the centre, sliding in as slowly and as far as Draco can get it. Harry's breath hitches and his hips jerk. And then Draco's sucking, his lips sealing around Harry's hole and Harry writhes against the coverlet, trying to buck back, trying to get that tongue inside him.
As if Draco has read his thoughts, he wiggles his tongue, sliding it in and out of Harry's arse in a slow rhythm. Harry whines; he can hear the wet sounds Draco is making and even just imagining what this looks like is enough to make him hard. Draco stabs his tongue in and out; on every extraction, he runs his tongue along the rim just before he dives back in. It makes Harry's toes curl.
"G-Godric, Draco, please," Harry pleads, his hands shaking as they grip the pillow so tightly he fears his nails must have ripped it. His face is hot, and his eyes begin to water.
Draco hums; Harry can feel the vibrations as Draco wiggles his tongue back into Harry's arse. He strokes a finger over Harry's perineum, dropping it down just enough that it grazes Harry's balls teasingly. The finger then slides up and traces along Harry's rim as Draco fucks Harry with his tongue.
Harry gasps, and pants, and moans, but Draco doesn't stray from his slow, teasing pace. He wiggles just the tip of his finger in along side his tongue, pressing it in slowly. When Harry next shoves his hips back, Draco smacks his arse with his other hand, hard enough to be a warning, but light enough to be teasing.
Harry squeezes his eyes shut, his breathing rapid and out of sync. Draco, almost as if he senses how close Harry is getting, moves his finger further inside, loosening the path for his tongue.
And then the finger is gone and Draco is shoving is tongue as far as he can into Harry. Which makes Harry thankful that Draco also has a long tongue. He cries out, his head shooting up off the pillow and his back arching beautifully as he tries to get his arse closer, trying to get more of Draco inside him. His skin tingles, he feels like he's burning; there's a combination of sweat and tears running down his face.
Draco stabs his tongue in and out relentlessly, alternately sucking on the rim as his hand fondles Harry's balls. Harry is shouting nonsense words, urging Draco on, pressing his arse back and he fights not to slide a hand down to grip his aching prick.
But Draco does; somehow he is able to stroke Harry at the same pace he is using to thrust his tongue inside Harry's arse, licking and sucking at the hole. Harry whines, his hips bucking and jerking erratically, and it's only Draco's steady hand on his cheek that keeps Harry still enough.
Harry gasps - arches - and comes, seeing stars, his vision turning white.
Draco crawls up Harry's sweaty and trembling form to place a soft kiss on Harry's temple.
"Happy Valentine's Day, love."
fin