hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-06-21 02:01:00 |
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Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: In the Early Morning Hours
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, slash, smut
Word count: 1260
Teaser: Harry shifted to his back and stretched, and Draco's slowly growing erection surged to life at the sight.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for the danger prompt. If you squint, you can find it.
Summary: Grateful for Harry's TLC the night before, Draco returns the favor.
Dawn was just beginning to streak the sky a rosy pink when Draco woke and blinked open sleepy eyes. Beside him, Harry slept soundly, his lips parted to allow his breath to escape in small puffs. His dark hair was tousled from sex and sleep, and the familiar sight was oddly reassuring to Draco.
At times like these, Draco believed he could watch Harry sleep for hours. His lover was so relaxed and open...almost vulnerable, and it was a side of him that no one else ever saw. Draco felt a sudden upswell of love for this man, followed immediately by a sense of regret for his behavior that had led to them arguing the night before. He was incredibly grateful for Harry's understanding and patience. Without it, last night may have ended on an entirely different note. Draco's breathing became shallow as he realized how dangerously close he had been to pushing Harry away just when he had needed him the most. Thank Merlin Harry could add stubborn to his list of personality traits.
After last night's emotional outburst, Draco had wanted a quick, hard fuck. At least, that's what he'd thought he wanted. What he'd needed, however, was slow and tender lovemaking, the kind that lovers used to reconnect and reaffirm their bond, and that's what Harry had given him.
Now, in the early morning hours, Draco felt compelled to return the favor.
He began by touching Harry's face very lightly with just his fingertips: brow, nose, cheekbones, chin, lips. Harry's eyelids fluttered as Draco's thumb gently stroked his lower lip, and Draco felt a smile form beneath his touch. Harry shifted to his back and stretched, and Draco's slowly growing erection surged to life at the sight. Tamping down his own desire, he scooted close to Harry once more and rested his palm momentarily over his lover's heart.
Harry hummed in reaction but otherwise remained still and passive, and Draco knew that meant his partner was allowing him to take control of their lovemaking this morning. He pressed a lingering kiss to Harry's lips in gratitude, then propped himself up on an elbow and began a leisurely exploration of Harry's body. Draco's free hand traveled slowly across Harry's chest and lightly over his ribs before moving to his taut stomach and caressing him there for a long moment. Draco pulled the sheet down and watched in rapt fascination as Harry's cock gradually swelled and lengthened without being touched by either of them.
It was a mouth watering sight, and Draco was unable to resist the temptation to taste. He slid down, grasped Harry's cock, and flicked his tongue lightly over the tip. Harry gasped, and a quiver rippled through his body. Draco's tongue darted out again, but this time it lingered, swirling around the head of Harry's cock and delving into the leaking slit to lap up his lover's essence. Harry's breath hissed out again, and his hand moved to Draco's head and tightened momentarily in his blond hair.
Emboldened, Draco shifted to lie between Harry's legs, which spread wide to oblige him, then engulfed the entire head of Harry's cock within his mouth. A short, breathy cry encouraged him to continue, and continue he did, applying suction to the tip of Harry's prick, then lowering his head to take even more of the shaft into his mouth. The fingers in his hair tightened almost painfully, but Draco was heedless of the discomfort, focusing instead on pleasuring Harry with his lips and tongue. He took his time, alternating between sucking and licking, his tongue swirling around and pressing frequently against the throbbing vein on the underside of Harry's cock. His lover had progressed from an occasional soft cry of pleasure to a steady litany of moans and gasps.
Each whimper, each sigh, caused Draco's cock to throb in arousal, and he was seized by a sudden need to be inside of Harry when his lover climaxed. Releasing his prize, he sat up and fumbled for the jar kept on the nightstand and slicked his trembling fingers. Leaning over, he closed his lips once more over the tip of Harry's prick at the same time as he pressed a lubricated finger past the ring of muscle at the entrance to Harry's body. Harry's back arched uncontrollably, and Draco added another finger, thrusting the digits slowly in and out before curling them to brush the bundle of sensitive nerves within Harry's passage. An inarticulate cry burst from Harry's throat, letting Draco know how close to orgasm he was. Unable to wait any longer, Draco rose over Harry, who raised his knees in entreaty, and positioned himself. Seizing Harry's mouth in a bruising kiss, Draco flexed his thighs and hips, driving his cock deep into the welcoming heat of his lover's body.
The intense pleasure caused both of them to groan.
Draco feasted on Harry's mouth while he continued to thrust until he was fully hilted. He then lifted his head and brushed the hair from his lover's brow as he drank in the sight of Harry's dilated green eyes. Draco smiled softly and pressed a gentle, almost chaste kiss to Harry's swollen lips, conveying in that simple gesture the words as yet unspoken between them. Harry returned the smile, then twined a lock of blond hair around his fingers and drew Draco down for another lingering kiss. Their lips slid against each other's and their tongues met and engaged in a familiar dance. Harry finally broke free and drew a much needed breath. He then wrapped his legs around Draco's waist and lifted his hips in an unmistakable signal.
Draco needed no further urging. He drew back, then thrust forward again smoothly, repeating the motion until he had established a steady rhythm. Harry's hips surged up to meet him, and their voices mingled as their bodies merged. Draco increased his pace, plunging faster and harder into Harry's writhing body, enjoying the sounds of his lover's passionate cries. Harry's voice broke as his pleasure crested, and he stiffened and shuddered beneath Draco, coating their bellies with spurts of come. Draco twisted and rolled his hips in the cradle of Harry's thighs, grinding the head of his cock against Harry's prostate to intensify and prolong the other's orgasm. Harry's voice rose to a near scream, and his body continued to clench and spasm even after he'd finished ejaculating.
As Harry clamped down on him, Draco could no longer resist the primal need to thrust, and he resumed pounding into Harry's trembling body again and again until his own climax rushed forth in hot bursts of creamy pleasure. Draco gritted his teeth against his own scream of completion as his cock jerked and pulsed inside of Harry.
They collapsed together in a sweaty, panting tangle, their bodies relaxed and replete, their pulses gradually returning to normal. Draco's face was buried against Harry's neck, and he sighed finally, inhaling his lover's unique, beloved scent. Placing a playful nip at the juncture of Harry's neck and shoulder, Draco then lifted his head, grinning smugly at Harry's blissful expression. "Good morning, lover," he greeted in a sex-husky voice.
"Mmmm," Harry murmured, stretching contentedly beneath him. "It is, indeed."