hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-02-26 00:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt 5: fire, star-fic |
Sunday's Post
Original poster: star_dancer54
Title: Fire and Ice
Author: Stardancer star_dancer54
Rating: R, weak NC-17 – I know, I’m a tease.
Warnings: Sex, indeterminate top/bottom. All I’ll tell you is that it’s definitely Harry with Draco. Or vice versa :D
A/N: Inspired by Robert Frost’s poem by the same name, in particular "Some say the world will end in fire, / Some say in ice. / From what I've tasted of desire / I hold with those who favor fire.”
Words: 401
It started with a lick, straight down from his sternum to the dip of his navel. It lit a slow burn inside him, and he couldn’t help but arch into the touch. He closed his eyes with a hiss. The hot, burning tongue rested there for a moment before withdrawing to be replaced by chill hands.
He trembled.
He stared down into eyes lit by the candles about the bed and couldn’t bring himself to fear what was held in those eyes any longer.
The tongue dipped out from between parted lips and he could have sworn that it glowed from the heat. A droplet of saliva hung and then fell to his abdomen.
He shuddered.
Even that small drop felt like lava, forcing the smoldering within him higher. The slick tongue slid lower, teasing at the line of hair that led to his groin. Teeth flashed, and a spark of pain flickered through his body. A soft whine escaped his throat, answered by a low growl.
His hips moved restlessly, but icy hands gripped them and forced them down hard enough to bruise. He whined again and this time his reward was a swift nip to the base of his arousal.
He gasped.
The small injury was raked over by the searing tongue. It withdrew, and a frigid nose nuzzled at the wound. His eyes fell shut and he shivered, making small noises deep in his throat.
The chill of his lover’s nose left him, and heated breath caressed fevered flesh. His eyes opened of their own accord and he stared down at his demon of a lover. Slitted eyes gazed up at him, narrowed as though his lover was looking at the sun. The tongue danced a blazing path along the thick vein up his cock, and he had to throw his head back.
“P-please…”
His lover’s scorching tongue slipped away from his skin, and he cried out in agony. It was embarrassingly easy for his lover to shatter him like incandescently hot glass plunged into arctic water, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop the mad little sounds that broke his throat coming out, or the desperate twitches that those numbing hands couldn’t quite stop.
He didn’t know if he could ever stop, and as that burning, blazing, blistering mouth wrapped around his cock and orgasm was torn screaming from him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.