hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-03-20 20:11:00 |
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Current mood: | happy |
Current music: | Sia- Breathe Me |
Entry tags: | prompt 6: props, vagabond-fic |
Original poster: vagabondlivvy
Author: vagabondlivvy
Word Count: 448
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: All characters are the creation of J.K. Rowling. I claim no ownership. I simply manhandle them for my own amusement.
Warnings: Slight bondage.
Summary: Witten for the "prop" prompt. Draco uses bonds for a little kinky vertical play.
Draco slowly licked a path up Harry's bare neck, laving the pulse throbbing beneath the tanned flesh. He curled his slick tongue around the small shell of an ear before swirling it around the inside. Harry shivered delicately, but Draco knew the slight convulsion was from more than his caress.
The boy stood proudly in spite of the rope holding his arms captive above his head. His spine was arched, arse thrust backward just so. Draco licked his lips.
Crack!
Draco's palm met Harry's backside. Harry whimpered and tossed his head, shaking off the biting remark threatening to betray him. Chocolate strands of hair shifted forward into his eyes. Draco reached around to cup Harry's cheek, then gently turned his face for a kiss. Harry whimpered then for another reason entirely. He pushed back into the touch like a kitten seeking the kind heat. He purred.
Crack!
Again Draco's hand brought Harry's mind back to the present situation. The blond wasn't interested in gentleness tonight. Harry had known the moment he spotted the rope curled perfectly in the center of the kitchen table. Knew by the way Draco sat serenely in the chair, one leg hooked over the chair arm, and a smirk gracing his lips. Harry knew.
Harry's eyes shifted to the bed. The thick mattress and smattering of pillows called out temptingly, mockingly. Instead of sinking into the pool of silk and warm cotton, he found himself tensing under another fierce slap to the arse.
His skin was alternately burning and tingling with each successive swat and calming caress that followed. Draco peeked around Harry's front. He reached out, took Harry's hard cock in his grip. All it would take was a few quick strokes. When Draco's thumb flicked over the sensitive head, Harry keened low in his throat.
The hand swept around, fingers parting the globes of Harry's arse until the tips could flicker over the tight entrance. He pushed a digit inside, teasing. Harry pushed back against it, pulling Draco in further, clenching his muscles around the knuckle.
Draco shoved Harry away with a cluck of his tongue. He was going to punish Harry for that. Harry's hipbones were clenched in his hands like handles. There was a moment of bated breath and then- Fuck, yes!-Draco finally entered him in one quick thrust.
It was far from comfortable. It burned and made Harry's backside throb like none other, but he groaned all the louder. Soon the pleasure would encompass every nerve ending. Soon he would be coming in Draco's pristine hands. Soon.