hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-02-15 02:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | jae-fic, prompt 4: romance |
February 15: Hearts and Hard Ons
Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Hearts and Hard Ons
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Slash, smut, sex
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the Romance prompt.
Summary: My lion has a what?!
"Sweetheart?"
Harry looked up from his Quidditch magazine to see Draco peeking into their bedroom, only his head visible at the edge of the doorway.
"Honeybunch?" he replied, lips quirking into a smile.
Draco beamed at him and said, "I had a gift for you for Valentine's Day, but because we ended up at the Ministry so late last night, I forgot to give it to you." He entered the room, hiding something behind his back. As he approached the bed, Harry set his magazine aside and waited patiently.
"Close your eyes," grinned Draco. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, but not before rolling them in exasperation first. He felt the bed dip beneath Draco's weight, and then something soft brushed against his cheek. "Open 'em," whispered Draco.
Harry opened his eyes and beheld his gift with a delighted laugh. It was a stuffed lion, tan in color, but its mane and tail tuft were red, and a red heart was embroidered on its chest. "Aw," Harry smiled, "thank you, babe, it's adorable!"
"I was going to get you a teddy bear, but then I saw the lion, and of course all Gryffindors need a pet lion, right?" gushed Draco. He barely paused for breath before continuing, "They had a bigger one, but it was purple, and this one is almost Gryffindor colors, and its mane sort of sticks up like your hair, and it has a heart on..." Draco would have continued rambling, but Harry cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth.
Startled gray eyes lifted to meet Harry's regard, and then those eyes crinkled at the corners, and Harry felt Draco smile against his palm. "Guess what?" he rasped.
"Mmmfrgle?" came the muffled reply.
"I have a hard on, too!" leered Harry, and he abruptly rolled, pinning his lover to the bed beneath him. Draco barely got a squeak out before his mouth was seized in an enthusiastic snog.
Harry's hand trailed down Draco's chest and between his legs. "Seems you have some catching up to do," he observed, giving the blond's semi-erect cock an encouraging squeeze.
"Haaaaaary," moaned Draco, arching his hips and thrusting his groin into his lover's hand with shameless abandon. A few more squeezing caresses, and he had a hard on to rival Harry's.
"Hmmmmm," murmured Harry, continuing to stroke Draco through his trousers. "However shall I thank you for that wonderful gift?"
"Fuck me!" gasped Draco, writhing beneath Harry's caresses.
"Fuck you?" exclaimed Harry, seemingly startled at the suggestion. "Oh, I couldn't possibly!" His hand was still working between Draco's legs, and he hid his grin in the crook of the blond's neck.
"Potter," growled Draco, "if you don't fuck me this instant, I'll..." The rest of his words trailed off as Harry captured his lips once more. In between snogging and pawing at one another, they managed to lose their clothing. Some articles ended up on the floor while others remained strewn haphazardly across the bed.
Draco's legs were open in invitation, but Harry had yet to take the hint, as he was still lying next to him, stroking his skin and kissing his lips, his cheeks, his throat and even his ear. "Harry," he panted, "I'm ready for my fuck now."
"If I must," sighed Harry, pretending to be encumbered by his assigned task. "Ow!" he cried as he got a smart cuff to the side of the head for his cheek. He laughed at Draco's expression: two parts lust and one part annoyance. Lubricating his fingers, he swirled some around the entrance to Draco's body, a task made difficult as his lover mewled and twisted on the bed. He slathered the remaining lube on the head of his own cock, then moved between Draco's thighs.
Draco wrapped his long legs around Harry's waist immediately, urging him to get on with it. He held his breath as he felt Harry's cock nudge his opening, and then he released his breath on a gasp when that cock plunged inside of him. One hand fisted itself into his lover's dark hair, and the other hand reached up to grip the headboard.
Harry drove forward until he was firmly and completely within Draco's trembling body. Wincing a bit, he disentangled the other's fingers from their death grip in his hair and moved the back of Draco's hand to the pillow by his head, keeping their palms pressed together. His heart lurched when Draco automatically entwined their fingers. He moved his gaze from their clasped hands to Draco's dilated silver eyes, and the look of utter trust and devotion he saw there left him breathless. "I love you," he said, voice husky with emotion. Before Draco could respond, he lowered his head and kissed him.
Harry set a leisurely pace, moving in slow, sensuous strokes between Draco's legs. His tongue slid inside his lover's mouth, matching the languorous pace of his body. Draco's tongue danced with his own, even as his hips danced to Harry's rhythm.
Harry gradually increased the pace, quickening the tempo of his thrusts, breaking free of Draco's mouth so they could both inhale some much needed oxygen. Their bodies moved together with increasing urgency, until their lovemaking reached a crescendo. Seldom did they ever climax at exactly the same instant, but this time, they did. Harry felt sparks of magic flicker along his skin, and he knew Draco felt it, too.
"Harry Harry Harry," Draco chanted, his cock spurting against the stomach of his lover, his beloved, while at the same time, Harry emptied himself within his pulsing body. The shock of it prickled over his skin, leaving him breathless and trembling at the end. Harry collapsed on top of him, and Draco welcomed the weight pressing him into the bed. He ran his free hand up and down Harry's back, enjoying the quiver of muscles beneath his gentle touch. His other hand remained beside his head, twined with his lover's.
Harry finally propped himself up on his forearm. Looking down at Draco, he took in the other's completely open expression, and his pulse jumped in response. He dropped a quick kiss to his lover's nose and whispered wonderingly, "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"It's simple," replied Draco. "You loved me."