at first bite Harry/Draco, ~1k words Biting. Also bruising, multiple orgasms, and slow boning. It’s a brilliant fucking thing when kinks match up. Even the little ones.
Draco holds his legs, keeping them sharply bent, knees almost to his ears. It lets Harry fuck into him slow and steady, but still bend close to him, Harry’s mouth nuzzling just under his ear.
Each small nip sends a fresh rush of blood to Draco’s cock.
“Like that, do you?” Harry whispers, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. As if he doesn’t love burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck, sucking dark marks into tender, pale skin.
The first time it was a perfect surprise, the way Harry dropped an arm around his shoulder at the table, while they were at the Leaky. A rare public display of affection, brought on by a few pints and the lassitude of alcohol in their veins. Harry leaned in close, inhaled the scent of Draco’s skin, licked a gentle stripe from the join of his shoulder up to the curve of his jaw, by his ear. Draco shuddered, gripped Harry’s knee under the table.
Harry responded by closing his teeth over Draco’s skin and biting down quick and hard, then gentling. Draco whined, unable to keep himself silent, while Harry nuzzled his neck.
After that, Harry really liked to tease him in public, come up behind him, drop a kiss to the nape of his neck, kiss behind his ear. Nip lightly at his jaw, then hug him and take a moment to kiss down his throat, bit just above his collarbone.
It drove Draco mad, and it ended like this, every damned time.
Not that Draco’s going to argue, because it’s so fucking good. Harry’s a neck man, and Draco’s neck is intensely sensitive. As if they were made for each other.
Harry fucks him slow, now. Gentle and easy, long strokes like they could last all night.
Draco teeters on the edge, his prick dripping thin stripes on his belly, sticky with want and need. “Harry,” he whispers, and Harry obliges with another nuzzling bite, this one just between the back curve of his jaw and his ear, then another under his jaw when Draco tilts his head back, inviting him in.
Harry nips down his throat, sucking to leave a mark, then using sharp teeth while Draco shudders. Harry tilts his hips on another stroke, drives deep as he finds the tender hollow of Draco’s throat and bites down hard.
Draco arches under him, baring his throat as he comes, shuddering and clenching around Harry.
“Gorgeous,” Harry murmurs, licking softly at the bruises he’s left behind.
Harry/Draco, ~1k words
Biting. Also bruising, multiple orgasms, and slow boning.
It’s a brilliant fucking thing when kinks match up. Even the little ones.
Draco holds his legs, keeping them sharply bent, knees almost to his ears. It lets Harry fuck into him slow and steady, but still bend close to him, Harry’s mouth nuzzling just under his ear.
Each small nip sends a fresh rush of blood to Draco’s cock.
“Like that, do you?” Harry whispers, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. As if he doesn’t love burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck, sucking dark marks into tender, pale skin.
The first time it was a perfect surprise, the way Harry dropped an arm around his shoulder at the table, while they were at the Leaky. A rare public display of affection, brought on by a few pints and the lassitude of alcohol in their veins. Harry leaned in close, inhaled the scent of Draco’s skin, licked a gentle stripe from the join of his shoulder up to the curve of his jaw, by his ear. Draco shuddered, gripped Harry’s knee under the table.
Harry responded by closing his teeth over Draco’s skin and biting down quick and hard, then gentling. Draco whined, unable to keep himself silent, while Harry nuzzled his neck.
After that, Harry really liked to tease him in public, come up behind him, drop a kiss to the nape of his neck, kiss behind his ear. Nip lightly at his jaw, then hug him and take a moment to kiss down his throat, bit just above his collarbone.
It drove Draco mad, and it ended like this, every damned time.
Not that Draco’s going to argue, because it’s so fucking good. Harry’s a neck man, and Draco’s neck is intensely sensitive. As if they were made for each other.
Harry fucks him slow, now. Gentle and easy, long strokes like they could last all night.
Draco teeters on the edge, his prick dripping thin stripes on his belly, sticky with want and need. “Harry,” he whispers, and Harry obliges with another nuzzling bite, this one just between the back curve of his jaw and his ear, then another under his jaw when Draco tilts his head back, inviting him in.
Harry nips down his throat, sucking to leave a mark, then using sharp teeth while Draco shudders. Harry tilts his hips on another stroke, drives deep as he finds the tender hollow of Draco’s throat and bites down hard.
Draco arches under him, baring his throat as he comes, shuddering and clenching around Harry.
“Gorgeous,” Harry murmurs, licking softly at the bruises he’s left behind.