hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-02-06 22:26:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | prompt 3: song lyrics, vagabond-fic |
Lyric Challenge
Original poster: vagabondlivvy
Author: vagabondlivvy
Pairing: H/D
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 537
Warnings: Nothing too crazy.
Disclaimer: I'm sure this is the first time you all have heard (seen) this before-- I am not making money from this story. All characters are the creation of one J.K. Rowling.
Summary: When the elevator's rockin', use the stairs.
A/N: The song is "Better Now" by Collective Soul. It's only 10:21 here, so I'm still on time. *snicker*
Harry had never been so embarrassed in his life. He could practically feel his face catching flame with a fierce blush as hundreds of eyes looked him over; some were amused, others simply fascinated watching the Boy-Who-Lived, and yet others were staring at him hungrily, practically salivating.
And Draco Malfoy was something altogether. He stood by himself, smirking as Harry shifted uncomfortably. Harry glared down at him when his wide, imploring eyes and out-thrust lip didn't seem to have an effect. Draco chuckled and waited a moment longer to enjoy the wash of emotions over Harry's face, then finally lifted his hand and gave an elegant flick of his wrist.
The auctioneer called out Draco's bid, his monotone voice announcing that Harry was "Going once, going twice-..SOLD to the handsome gentleman in the black ensemble." Like Harry was an antique cutlery set or the original self-portrait of Mr. so-and-so. It was disgusting. And it had made Harry horny as hell.
He jumped off the stage, grabbed Draco's wrist, and began tugging the blond toward the doors. Draco dug in his heels until Harry was forced to turn around. Impatient, he snapped, "For fuck's sake, Draco! Let's get the hell out of here."
Draco looped his arm through Harry's and sauntered forward with a casual grace that annoyed Harry. "Now, Potter, you know my rule- constant perfection. When no one is watching, there's always someone watching."
Somehow, Harry forced a smile.
Once inside the elevator, Draco leaned back against the glass wall, a cigarette appearing between his lips. He lit the end with his wand and inhaled a deep breath. When he exhaled, he made sure to blow the smoke in Harry's direction.
Harry snapped. Draco's delicate wrist was taken in hand and the cigarette snuffed out against the beautiful hotel flooring. "So impatient, Potter," Draco snorted in amusement.
"Oh, come off it, Draco. You're so desperate to take it up the arse that you'd have fucked your wine glass if you'd been forced to sit in that room a second longer. So just shut up. I'm your recent acquisition.Time to celebrate me."
Harry grabbed Draco by the hips, thrusting their cocks together with a groan so loud he was sure the bum down the street and around the corner had been given a rude awakening. He latched onto the skin above Draco's crisp, white shirt collar, licking and sucking in desperation.
Draco's hands found their way into Harry's back pockets where they gripped the round globes, bringing their bodies as close together as possible.
It was quick and harsh, wet and painful, yet neither of them felt anything other than the liquid fire that raced through their veins, exploding from their pricks to dampen the fronts of their trousers.
Harry felt Draco's laughter from where his forehead had slumped against Draco's chest. "What's so funny?"
Draco nudged Harry's chin and Harry followed Draco's gaze to where he was looking at their forms in the mirrored elevator wall. "Still perfect."
"Us...or your hair?" Harry deadpanned.