hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-06-28 18:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | annella-fic, prompt 13: danger |
Fic: Incoming
Original poster: annella
Title: Incoming, for the Danger prompt.
Author: smutella
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Harry got off on danger."
Wordcount: 515
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
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Merryweather glanced over the files on his desk, and made a decision. He heaved his bulk out of his leather chair and headed to the door of his suite. Upon opening it, he turned to the left, in the direction of Potter's office.
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"Oh god," Draco whimpered, forgetting Harry's instructions of five seconds ago.
"Shhh!" Harry extolled, from his position bent over his desk with Draco's cock just entering his arse. He inhaled deeply and struggled to contain his own moans as Draco slowly penetrated him, his breath puffing against Harry's neck. "No... oh fuck, no Silencing charm..."
Draco wasn't sure why Harry had insisted upon being fucked without the safety of a good Silencing Charm and several impenetrable Imperturbables on his office door. His cock twitched and he bit back another moan. Ah, yes. Harry got off on danger.
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Halfway to Potter's office, Merryweather stopped and cursed under his breath. He'd forgotten the file. Sighing deeply, he turned around and headed back to his office to pick it up.
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Harry's hips were slapping against the side of his desk, and the room was filled with bitten-back grunts and the hot, musky smell of arousal. They could both hear people passing the door, and as Draco reached around to fondle Harry's cock, someone stopped outside.
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File in hand, Merryweather started back down the hall. Just as he reached Potter's office, Shacklebolt stopped him to ask his opinion on the activities of a certain unnamed-as-yet Death Eater.
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Whoever was outside didn't seem to be about to enter, so Draco started thrusting in earnest, trying to get them both off as quickly as possible. Harry bit down on his hand to stop himself crying out when Draco's cock stroked relentlessly against his prostate, and sweat was starting to drip off his forehead and stain the papers he was working on. He didn't care; all he cared about was Draco's hand on his cock, Draco's cock pressing against his soul, and Draco's teeth biting down on the back of his neck as he came in Harry's arse. Harry gasped for air as his own cock erupted, staining the front of his desk with seed.
The doorknob rattled.
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Merryweather opened the door to Potter's office and entered, frowning slightly at the odd smell in the room. No matter; probably a potion Malfoy had been working on.
"Got a case for you, Potter," he said, tossing the file down on the piles of paper covering Potter's desk. Honestly, he didn't know how Potter could find anything in that mess.
"Anything interesting?" Potter asked, picking up the file and glancing into it.
"The usual. Meeting in my office in half an hour with the rest of the team." Merryweather left as quickly as he had arrived, closing the door upon his exit.
Harry leaned back in his chair and exhaled slowly. Thank God Draco was quick off the mark when it came to Apparating back to his own office; and thank God Merryweather hadn't noticed Harry was sitting at his desk without trousers or pants.