digthewriter (digthewriter) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2014-12-22 20:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: digthewriter, dec23, fandom: harry potter, year: 2014 |
Day23. Harry Potter. Harry/Draco. Determined Draco XIV
Title: Determined Draco XIV
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 520
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: The final entry for the DETERMINED DRACO SERIES
Draco pushed Potter off him and stood up off the sofa. He was painfully hard but he knew that he didn’t want his first time with Potter to be on the sofa of their sitting room. He offered his hand to Potter who reluctantly took it.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Draco said. “I am sure about this and you want this, too. I think we should give it a try and you should really stop doubting yourself especially if you feel the way you say you feel about me.”
“But—I just want to make sure that you’re sure, too…”
“I’m sure, Potter. I want this.”
“But you—”
“I don’t love you?” Draco asked and Potter nodded and then shook his head. He looked confused and Draco couldn’t help himself and laughed. “I don’t know if I love you, Potter. Yeah. That’s right. But…I know I feel something.”
Draco pulled Potter in for another kiss and Potter didn’t hesitate in kissing him back or even deepening it. “Harry,” he said after he pulled away from Draco. “If you’re so determined to shag me, then you have to stop calling me Potter.”
“Fine,” Draco said rolling his eyes. “And I don’t know what I want to do—except that I want to take you to my bedroom. Maybe we’ll just continue kissing for the rest of the evening. Are you going to be okay with that?”
Potter nodded frantically and Draco laughed again.
Draco pulled on Potter’s arm and they made their way to Draco’s bedroom. Potter looked around for a moment at the chandelier that hung from the roof and the candlesticks next to Draco’s bed. He touched the deep mahogany cupboard and smiled.
“What is it?” Draco asked.
“I’ve wanted this for so long…it just…it still kind of feels like a dream,” Pott—Harry said.
Draco pulled Harry on to the bed and Harry didn’t hesitate in taking the lead. He helped Draco take his shirt off and then threw his jumper off on the floor, too. They kissed and kissed and kissed, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongue and each other’s skin with their hands. When it became too much for Draco he pushed Harry off again and started to remove his trousers. He tugged on Harry’s trousers. “Take them off,” he said, nearly whining with need.
Harry followed his orders and then they were skin on skin again, now, all the way, under Draco’s blankets. Pure bliss.
Harry took both of their erections in his hand and started to stroke them together. Draco only groaned in pleasure and his hands grabbed Harry’s arse trying to increase the friction between them. Harry was mumbling sweet nothings in Draco’s ear and his hot breath was making Draco lose all self-control.
“Yes. Please. More…” seemed to be the theme of the evening as Harry couldn’t do enough, kiss enough, to satisfy Draco’s ache for him. What had Draco been thinking all these years? Harry loved him and he had no idea. Now, that they were together, everything seemed to click. It all fit.
He’d been so stupid. But now, he was determined to fix it all. To make them work. Forever.
THE END.