hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-08-12 00:42:00 |
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Original poster: dripping_cherry
Title: Couture
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters and HP universe are the creation of J.K. Rowling. No profit made. I am not responsible for underage readers.
Wordcount: 1,100ish
Summary: Written for the “C” prompt at hd_365. Harry points out that Draco’s custom-made outfit is a bit tight in certain places.
Draco turned sideways in front of the mirror, admiring himself from every angle. He looked stunning in his black dress robes by Armani Wizard Couture. Yes, he had splurged, but then again his cousin’s wedding wasn’t an every day event. “Whatdya think, love?” he asked Harry, who had just come out of the bathroom with nothing but a white towel around his waist.
The brunet cocked a brow as he looked Draco up and down, then nodded in approval. “I’d shag you.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “You shag me every day, Harry.”
“Well I’d shag you thrice over once I got you out of that outfit.”
Observing Harry’s reflection in the mirror as the brunet walked over to the closet, Draco licked his lips. He knew he looked damn sexy in his Armani, but Harry was definitely a thousand times as shag-worthy in that towel, which accentuated his golden tan.
When Harry reached into the closet for his clothes, the towel dropped from his waist, giving Draco a clear view of his rounded buttocks. Draco gulped. He had had a piece of that arse just that morning, but seeing it again, he suddenly craved more.
Emerald eyes met Draco’s in the mirror. “Actually, let me take a closer look at those robes,” said Harry, coming closer, “I think they might not be the perfect fit.”
“Huh?” said Draco eloquently. “They were custom made…“ he looked down and saw the bulge that had appeared in between his legs.
The blood rushed to his nether regions as Harry, still naked, kneeled down in front of him and unfastened his robes.
“Looks like your trousers get a bit tight when you get a hard-on,” said Harry.
Indeed, his cock seemed ready to burst through his pants. “Didn’t they consider this scenario when taking your measurements?” asked Harry.
Draco cleared his throat, but when he spoke, his voice was hoarse nevertheless. “Most people don’t parade around in dress robes while sporting a raging erection… and I don’t think you’d want them measuring me in this state anyway, would you?”
“I’ll measure you,” Harry said while rubbing a hand up and down his aching bulge.
Before Draco could answer, Harry had reached for his wand and said, “Accio ruler.”
“Er, Harry--- we’re going to be late,” Draco said as the brunet unzipped his trousers.
“Fashionably late,” Harry corrected.
Draco closed his eyes when he felt Harry’s hand wrap around his cock to give it a few expert strokes before measuring it.
“Mmm, eight and a half inches,” Harry announced with a devious smile before giving the tip of Draco's cock a teasing lick.
This wasn’t a time for games, nor was Draco in the mood for one. Using all his strength to lift his naked boyfriend, he carried him over to the bed and threw him onto the mattress.
Harry raised his brow. “I thought you said you didn’t want to be late.”
“That’s why we’re getting straight to the point,” said Draco as he shrugged off his robes, stepped out of his trousers, and reached for the jar of lubricant on the nightstand. As he slathered the slick substance onto his cock, Harry raised his legs, offering him easier access and a breathtaking view.
Draco allowed himself to go straight for the plunge since his boyfriend had been well prepared—and well fucked—only a few hours ago. Harry’s muscles swallowed Draco’s length eagerly as he buried himself inside his body.
He kissed Harry while allowing him time to adjust to the intrusion. Sucking on the brunet’s lower lip, he savored its silky softness and sweet taste. When he finally felt Harry bucking beneath him, Draco knew it was time to begin moving.
He slowly pulled his cock all the way out, teasing his lover’s entrance before plunging back in and feeling a delightful shiver pass through him. “So how do you like having my eight and a half inches sliding in and out of your arse?” he asked.
“Oh gods, I love it!” Harry cried, eyes closed, then bit his lip while meeting Draco’s thrust.
“Tell me how it feels.”
Harry moaned. “It’s hard, and I feel so very—full.” His eyes snapped open and the shock of green gave Draco butterflies. “I can’t get enough of you,” Harry said, running his hands up and down Draco’s arms.
Draco continued his slow thrusts; he didn’t care if they were late. Right now, Harry was his world and all he wanted was to make sure they both saw stars.
“I love it when you take it all the way out,” Harry confided almost shyly.
“Really?” Draco withdrew from Harry completely before entering him again.
The brunet nodded. “It feels so hot when you slide it back in.”
Draco’s cock twitched at those words. He felt said heat around his cock as well, and Harry’s arse was deliciously slick from the generous amount of lube Draco had applied. He wanted to continue loving Harry the way he liked it, until he would feel his lover’s seed spurting in between their bodies, but the sounds Harry was making sent wave after wave of lust through him, making him thrust ever faster as he sought his own release.
Harry’s body soon tightened, and his breath quickened. Draco reached in between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Harry’s cock, pumping to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Draco could already feel beads of sweat running down his temples, but watching his lover writhing beneath him, he continued riding him even harder. Finally, Harry arched up against him while digging his heals into his lower back. Warmth trickled down Draco’s fingers and Harry’s muscles began to spasm around his cock. One look at Harry’s swollen, parted lips and Draco couldn’t resist kissing him roughly, sucking and nipping as he drove his cock inside his lover again and again, until at last his vision went black and stars exploded behind his eyelids.
Draco never broke the kiss as he filled Harry with his seed. Only when his orgasm receded did he finally pull away. “Gods,” he said, in awe as to how, after how long they'd been together, the sex could still get better every time.
“Yeah,” Harry agreed.
Draco resisted looking at his watch. He had a feeling they were already very fashionably late—and he still needed another shower.
“Remember you said you’d fuck me thrice over,” he said, finally lifting himself off Harry. “I’ll hold you to that promise when we get back.”
Harry grinned.