hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-12-06 02:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | jae-fic, prompt 25: weather |
Wednesday: All Wet
Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: All Wet
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, slash, smut
Word count: 593
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 current prompt of weather.
Summary: A break in the weather doesn't last long.
The rain hadn't let up since yesterday, and it pounded a steady rhythm against the window, keeping pace with the steady rhythm Draco was pounding between Harry's legs.
After spending the entire morning in a cloistered conference with Tonks and Shacklebolt, they'd been sent home early, and they were using this unexpected bonus to full advantage. They had barely gotten in the door, shedding their damp outerwear, before Harry turned to Draco and smiled slyly. Draco had grinned back, and Harry had whooped in delight and bolted for the bedroom, stripping off articles of clothing on the way. Draco had been slowed down when he slipped on one of Harry's socks in the hallway, so by the time he hurtled into the bedroom after his lover, Harry was already sprawled naked on the bed. Harry's hand moved to his cock and began to tug it purposefully while Draco was still struggling out of his trousers.
"Don't start without me!" Draco protested, pushing his boxers off his slim hips.
"Slow poke," Harry teased, still fisting himself.
"I'll give you a slow poke," growled Draco, climbing onto the bed and moving to crouch over his lover.
Harry's voice was now rising on each thrust, signaling that he was close to completion. His hand hadn't left his cock since he'd hit the bed, and he was squeezing and pulling on it now at the same tempo as Draco's cock was driving into him. Two more tugs and thrusts, and his back was arching off the bed while he pulsed wetly between their bodies. Draco groaned at the sensation, his hips never slowing their relentless momentum. Harry was coming down from his high, his body sinking slowly back to the duvet, when Draco hit his prostate just right, causing Harry's cock to twitch and his hole to clench once more. Draco's breath hissed through his teeth, and his eyes rolled back as he climaxed deep inside of his lover.
They spent the next quarter of an hour snuggled together beneath the duvet. The quiet mood was ruined by an obnoxious gurgle.
"Hungry?" Harry asked with a snicker.
"Yes, actually," Draco replied with as much dignity as he could muster.
Harry rose to one elbow and peered out the window. "The rain has finally let up," he commented. "Why don't I go get us some take out?"
"If you're sure you don't mind," Draco replied as evenly as possible, trying hard to disguise his delight. He did so love Chinese food.
Harry swatted Draco's arse affectionately. "I'll be back shortly, you spoiled prat," he laughed. Draco grinned smugly and snuggled back beneath the covers.
~*~
Ten minutes after Harry had left, the rain began sheeting down again, and Draco felt a twinge of guilt. Even with the ability to Apparate, Harry was still going to get drenched. Rising from the bed, he wrapped himself in a fluffy robe, grabbed another robe and some towels for Harry, and padded into the living area to await his lover's return. Another fifteen minutes passed before Harry came through the door. Water was streaming from his hair, and his shoes squished with each step.
"Harry!" Draco cried in dismay. "You're soaked through!" He was already taking the soggy bag of Chinese from Harry and handing him a towel. "You shouldn't have gone," he chided. "It's raining cats and dogs out there."
"I know!" Harry exclaimed. "I just stepped in a poodle!"
~fin~
*author flees from angry, pun-hating mob*