hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-07-26 20:55:00 |
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Fic: Hurried
Original poster: annella
Title: Hurried, for hd_365
Author: smutella
Summary: Fast and dirty can have its downsides...
Wordcount: Short
Rating: R
A/N: Based on a true story. This is dedicated to a friend (who knows exactly who she is), upon whom this story is based. ;)
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"Hurry the fuck up!" Draco moaned as he writhed underneath Harry.
"Steady on," Harry murmured, "I've only got one finger in!"
Draco's constantly moving body was showing up in stark shadows in the light of the single candle. Harry couldn't remember why they had the candle going; but it had seemed a good idea at the time and really, it just made Draco look fantastic.
"Want you!" Draco panted, and Harry gave up.
"Where's your wand?" he asked, stroking Draco's hair gently with his free hand, the other being rather occupied with two fingers buried knuckle-deep in Draco's arse.
"In, oh fuck, in the bathroom..." Draco hissed and gasped as Harry pressed relentlessly against his prostate. Harry groaned.
"Fuck," he swore, letting go of Draco's hair to lean over and rummage through the top drawer of the nighttable, somehow managing to continue fondling Draco. It was so dark Harry couldn't see what he was doing, and it seemed to take an age for him to finally find the small tube of lubricant. He looked back at Draco and almost came. His lover was on all fours, one hand gripping the edge of the duvet, the other, shaking with lust, running light, lingering strokes over his cock. Without further thought, Harry squeezed a large dollop of lube onto his fingers and all over his erection.
"Ready?" he asked softly, lining his cock up so it just touched the edge of Draco's hole. Draco moaned an affirmation, and started using rougher strokes on himself. Harry grinned, tightened his grip on Draco's hips, and thrust.
It was fast and hard and dirty, what they both needed after the absolutely shitty day they had had. Draco's head almost bumped the headboard with each thrust, and as Harry came closer to orgasm, the candle flared up, sending red shadows around the room. The bed was shifting under them, almost moving across the floor, and as Draco whimpered and came, Harry pushed in one last time and emptied himself into Draco's body.
They collapsed on the bed, Draco for once not complaining about Harry's weight on top of him. Harry was just getting comfortable and thought he might perhaps doze off when Draco suddenly sat bolt upright.
"Harry!"
"What?" Harry groused.
"What the fuck is this?" Draco held the tube of lubricant right in front of Harry's nose. Harry fumbled for his glasses on the chair beside the bed, and peered at the tube.
"Oh fuck. Um. Heel balm."
"NOT LUBE!" Draco shrieked. "YOU FUCKED ME WITH HEEL BALM! I HAVE HEEL BALM UP MY ARSE!"
Harry slapped a hand over his mouth in an effort not to laugh. As Draco went to the bathroom, no doubt to try and wash himself, Harry took a closer look at the tube and couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Don't worry, Draco!" he called between fits of laughter. "It says it's good for deep cracks..."