hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-02-20 22:50:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | prompt 4: romance, vagabond-fic |
Original poster: vagabondlivvy
Author: vagabondlivvy
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Word Count: 490
Disclaimer: All characters are the soul creation of J.K. Rowling. I am not making money from her work.
Warnings: None
Summary: For the "romance" prompt. A short piece in which Harry's romanticism rubs off on Draco.
Draco twirled the stem of the rose between his fingers, the hallway light casting a warm glow on the ruby petals. It was velvet beneath his touch and the scent of it stained his skin. His smile was serene as he brushed the flower across his lips.
Harry was always doing things like this. Planting little love notes around the house for Draco to find. Leaving roses on his pillow. Draco turned to look down at Harry's sleeping form and the way his lips kicked up slightly at the corners as he dreamed. Draco dragged the rose over Harry's lower lip, the same petals that had kissed Draco now tasting Harry's lips.
Harry sighed and turned in Draco's direction. The blond reached out to stroke the curve of his cheek, then ruffled the shaggy head of hair. So slowly, Harry's eyelids flickered as sleep fell away to awareness. His emerald eyes shown nearly ink black as he stared into Draco's gaze.
"Draco-..."
"Ssshhh," Draco pressed his thumb to Harry's lips, silencing him.
They kissed. Draco lightly traced Harry's lower lip with his tongue, flicking at the seam until Harry parted enough for Draco to slip inside. Their tongues slipped over one another as they tasted the slick surfaces. Draco knew the moment Harry's arousal kicked in, not by the lengthening erection under the sheets, but by the little hitch in his breathing, the way his fingers tangled in Draco's hair to reel him into Harry's questing lips.
Instead of letting Harry have his way, Draco pulled back with a shake of his head. He grasped the edge of the sheet and pulled it down Harry's body, his mouth finding the stretches of revealed flesh with teeth and lips and tongue. Harry tasted like he looked, like the sunshine that had tanned his body caramel.
Draco was sure Harry could feel Draco's smile against his taught belly. The muscles twitched when Draco dipped to lick the rim of his bellybutton. A giggle escaped Harry's lips when Draco followed the treasure trail arrowing downward. He was so very sensitive there.
The giggles ended abruptly in a gurgled moan as Draco parted his lips to engulf the whole of Harry's cock in one go. He laved the underside, swirled his tongue around the head.
The arching of Harry's back warned Draco of his lover's rising orgasm and he was there to swallow the cry of pleasure that erupted from Harry's mouth with his own. His hands pumped and stroked Harry's weeping cock as he spurt hot strands of come between their bellies.
Harry didn't even wait for the tremors to fully dissipate before he was reaching down to tug at Draco's pajama bottoms. Draco caught at his fingers, placed a soft kiss against the knuckles.
"No, Harry. Tonight is just for you."