hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-02-03 17:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | ida-fic, prompt 3: song lyrics |
Prettier Than Words Now: Flashdance III
Original poster: idamonae
Title: Flashdance III
Author: idamonae
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 658
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The boys belong to JK Rowling. Not a dime is being made.
Song lyrical inspiration in this selection is from Matthew Good Band's "Flashdance II"
Summary: Draco takes his clothes off....whenever it suits him.
I take my clothes off whenever it suits me. If that happens to be quite often, than that’s my prerogative. If you lived with my lover, you’d walk around naked all the time too, if only to see those gorgeous emeralds darken when they finally caught a glimpse of you. I love the way his eyes follow me. I’ll wander into the kitchen in the morning, naked and gleaming…water droplet’s from my shower still glistening on my milky skin – and pretend he’s not there. He’s always there though, like clockwork, reading his paper and sipping tea and leaving disgusting crumbs all over the table because he’s too firm with the knife while spreading marmalade on his toast. His hands are always too heavy, but they feel so good when they’re heavy on me, stroking me, cradling me. His hands are on me now. He’s growling at me for teasing him. It’s Friday morning and he says he’s late for a meeting. I’ve already told him he had best make it a quickie, but now he’s too busy lapping at my throat with his talented tongue. He’s gripping my ass, massaging my cheeks in firm, even strokes. The tips of his fingers are teasing at my entrance, and I hear myself moan. I want him to penetrate me. I want him to take all of me. He’s lifted me up onto the kitchen table and my head is so light…
I cry out to him, but he just chuckles into my neck. His fingers are probing into me now, searching, stretching. I groan, feeling full. I rock my hips, eager to rut against him. I want to feel my sticky skin against his. My penis is throbbing, leaking, dripping. He’s biting into my neck and I feel like the walls are caving in. I thrust myself down onto his fingers, desperate for the burn. I know I’m fucking myself like a wanton whore, but I’m a slut for him, especially in the mornings when I wake up with his erection pressed against my arse. I always rub back against him to see if he’s awake, but he always cheats me. He’ll leave and rush down to his paper and toast, and I’ll lay in bed and growl while I fist my cock. This morning I want his though. I want it in me. I call his name, my eagerness to be filled becoming painful. He flips me around, arranging me so he can fuck my hole while I’m bent over the table. My grip on the surface of the wood falters and I slip…my chest lands in the butter dish. It doesn’t matter though. I’m going to come soon. He’s pulled his cock out of his pants, and I can feel the tip of it teasing me. He pushes inside my anus with a grunt, and I moan as I’m stretched even further. I push my hips back greedily, and wail in delight when he allows it. His thrusts are hard and fast, and it won’t be long before he fills me with hot semen. I can feel his heart racing. I’d had half the mind to crawl naked into his lap and give him a dance, but being fucked like this is more satisfying. I want it harder, and he’s giving it to me. There’s something so pretty about this. It’s rough and wild, and so wonderful. The ache in my chest is always there; prettier than words now, prettier than – prettier than me. I’m coming now. My lust coating the tips of my fingers and I’m squeezing tight around him, wanting to milk him for all he’s worth. He thrusts deep and comes, but slips out even while his cock is still pumping. His come drips down my thighs and I moan at the sensation. He turns me around and devours my mouth. “I want you naked when I get home.” He growls.
“Yes, Harry.”
I’m calling in sick.
xxxx
Flashdance II - Matthew Good (Band)
She was a dancer I was out work
She had a law degree, I used to be a clerk
She takes her clothes off for the Japanese
I take my clothes off whenever it suits me
Barely living, but we're living large
Well it ain't the ending that I fear
So lets go downtown
And walk around til you feel like the walls are caving in
You could sail beside the world tonight
And they were taken, and they would ruin you
You could sell us every words tonight
She had a name like April Spring
But her mother called her Judy
She takes her clothes off for the Japanese
She says they're nicer than most would be
Barely living, but we're living large
Well ain't the middle that I fear
Put in the ground
And we'll lay around til you feel like your walls are caving in
you could sail beside the world tonight
And they were taken
And they would ruin you
Well her hate is still prettier in person
Prettier than words now, prettier than, prettier than me
You could sail beside the world tonight
You're turning into the biggest it all gets
And my head is so light
You're turning into the biggest it all gets
And my head is so light, so light
You could sail beside the world tonight
And they were taken, and they would ruin you
Well her hate is prettier in person
Prettier than words now, prettier than me...