hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-05-13 01:49:00 |
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Original poster: idamonae
Title: When You're Talking in Your Sleep
Rating: NC-17
Warning: D/s, bondage, LM/HP (sort of)
Disclaimer: I don’t own it. I’m not making any money. Please don’t sue. Title is jacked from a song. I don't own it either. Still not making a dime.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Summary: Harry dreams
“On your knees, now.” He obeys the command without question, his movements quick and concise as he kneels on the cold, concrete floor. He runs his hands over the smooth surface while he dips into a respectful bow, touching his forehead to the floor before rising back onto his knees, head bowed. He does not speak. He will be punished if he makes a sound. His bare skin is clenching over his muscles while they rise and fall in a rhythmic dance beneath the surface. He has been chosen. He shivers with pleasure when he hears his master’s voice. “You’re such a well behaved pet. Perhaps later I’ll let you sit in my lap, would you like that, pet?” He doesn’t respond, but remains perfectly still, waiting.
He never does make it to Master’s lap. Later, when his wrists are tied with ropes that burn, and he’s bent over the footboard of Master’s bed, staring longingly at the pillows and soft adornments, all he can concentrate on are the sharp edges of the board as they slice into the delicate flesh around his waist, and how hard and cold the wood feels against his cock. Master is teasing him, making him wait. He can feel the slippery slide of the oil as his Master touches him. Master wouldn’t hurt him this way. Instead, Master is gentle and efficient, preparing him thoroughly so Master can enjoy himself later. The gentle caress against his flesh is a bittersweet relief, as he feels his own penis swell in anticipation and arousal. “Good pet, you like this don’t you? You can’t wait to feel me taking you, thrusting hot and hard inside you.” Master chuckles. “I can’t wait for that either, pet. You’re so beautiful, so hot and tight.” Master presses a kiss to the nape of his neck, and he shivers at the touch, arching back to feel those dry lips against his skin. Master’s hair is feathering across his shoulders, and it feels so nice, so soft.
He risks a glance back at the man who will soon take him. Soon claim him, and stills.
The cool grey eyes at meet his aren’t quite the ones he was expecting. “Malfoy?”
Master’s eyes harden even further. “Who was it you were expecting, Potter?” Malfoy laughs, and the sound tares at Harry’s nerves, and his eyes haze up before everything melts away, and he can no longer feel the cold harsh wood and the equally harsh ropes pulling at his wrists. He feels something else altogether, something warm and pleasant, and the sensation continues to build in his belly.
Harry opened an eye cautiously, and saw familiar blonde fuzz attached to a fuzzy pale frame. Everything looked hazy, but the body beneath his hands felt familiar, so he relaxed into the touch of his lover. “Draco,” he croaked, and carded a hand through his lover’s soft locks.
Draco looked up at him and sneered. “Expecting someone else, were we?”
Harry shuddered, whoa, deja vu, goose bumps rising on his arms. “No, love. Of course not.”
Draco managed a pout that Harry could see even without his specs. “I’m glad, you were sure making a racket. What were you dreaming about anyhow?”
Your father fucking me Harry blushed. Somehow, telling the truth didn’t seem like a very good idea. “Ropes,” he croaked, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“Bondage again? What is it with you and bondage. Do you know how delicate my wrists are?”
Harry shook his head. “Nevermind, com’ere.” He pulled his love up for a gentle kiss. “Let’s make love.”
Draco rolled his eyes and kissed Harry’s nose. “That’s what I was trying to do, idiot.” He allowed Harry to pull him closer and then roll them over. Harry looked down into soft grey eyes and smiled. This was right. This man here was his true Master. It wasn’t until he had slid inside Draco and was clutching at him desperately that he caved. Draco gasped and arched up into him. “Harry? Harry what’s wrong?”
“Draco,” Harry shuddered. “About the ropes?”
“Yes?” Draco stopped moving and wrapped his leg more tightly around Harry’s hip.
Harry gasped and reached down to suck Draco’s neck. “I was thinking. Maybe you’d tie me up?”
Draco smirked. “Anytime, love. Just finish this first.”
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