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birdsofshoreTitle: Unexpected
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Pairing: Harry / Draco
Word count: 5 x 100
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nothing really
Summary: Fordicta_contrion, a little recreational hair-pulling for your birthday. Thank you for being the wonder that you are: weaver of amazing words, beta extraordinaire, brilliant commenter, and creator of the hottest, dirtiest, most deliciously brain-melting smut ever. ♥
Thank you so much to lovelylumosed_quill for the help.
1.
It feels exactly as good as I thought it would. No, better. Potter’s eyes screw up tight, his breath a furious hiss as I get a big handful of hair and pull, yanking his head back.
No wands. No spells. Just fists and boots and a feverish thrum in the blood.
Far too soon, McGonagall breaks it up, but I know he’ll feel the sting on his scalp, just as I’ll bear his bruises.
Preparing for bed that night, I stare at my hand and wonder why I can still feel an unexpected softness tickling against my palm.
2.
Wasn’t expecting Potter to be at Zabini’s tonight. Wouldn’t have thought he’d be half-drunk. Didn’t guess he’d be such a laugh without Granger and Weasley there like fucking bookends. He looks rumpled, his eyes warm and sleepy like he’s rolled straight out of bed, and something in me purrs approval.
He’s waiting outside the loo after I piss. I never expected this: the hot urgent press of his body, right there against the wall. I tug him closer, his hair slightly damp and curling at the nape. Then some idiot blunders out from another room and Potter stumbles away, dazed.
3.
This bed at the Leaky Cauldron creaks like a bastard. Potter’s breathy groans mingle with the grumbling of the bedframe, and I’d hex anyone who dared to interrupt us now. Fuck, the taste of his mouth, and the tight sweet clench of his arse as he rides me. I wind both hands deep into his hair and thrust upwards, pouring ten years of frustration and resentment into his body.
I don’t last long. Not long at all. It seems obvious now that this was always going to happen. The only surprising thing is that Potter comes first, and quite untouched.
4.
“Kneel,” I tell him, and he’s at my feet in one smooth movement. He needs a haircut -- he always needs a haircut -- and I take a generous fistful and tilt his face up towards mine.
Even on his knees there’s a bold defiance about him. It’s his eyes that get me, every single time. The fearlessness, the trust…
I swallow hard. “Come on, then. Or have you forgotten how to suck my cock?”
He smirks, brazen. “Not likely. Not with all the practise I get.”
Then his lips slide around me, scrambling all thoughts, exactly as he intended.
5.
We start slow, with Harry on his stomach. My arse is still tender from last night. He looks incredible, laid out beneath me as I fuck in, deep and lingering. I gather a handful of hair, clutch it tight like a treasure, and tip his head back until the arch of his spine makes my breath catch in my throat.
“Draco,” he breathes. “More. Harder.” I give him all he asks for, until we’re a sated tangle of limbs and lazy kisses. I never expected this - no, never. And it feels better, far better, than I ever thought it could.
Author:
birdsofshorePairing: Harry / Draco
Word count: 5 x 100
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nothing really
Summary: For
dicta_contrion, a little recreational hair-pulling for your birthday. Thank you for being the wonder that you are: weaver of amazing words, beta extraordinaire, brilliant commenter, and creator of the hottest, dirtiest, most deliciously brain-melting smut ever. ♥Thank you so much to lovely
lumosed_quill for the help.1.
It feels exactly as good as I thought it would. No, better. Potter’s eyes screw up tight, his breath a furious hiss as I get a big handful of hair and pull, yanking his head back.
No wands. No spells. Just fists and boots and a feverish thrum in the blood.
Far too soon, McGonagall breaks it up, but I know he’ll feel the sting on his scalp, just as I’ll bear his bruises.
Preparing for bed that night, I stare at my hand and wonder why I can still feel an unexpected softness tickling against my palm.
2.
Wasn’t expecting Potter to be at Zabini’s tonight. Wouldn’t have thought he’d be half-drunk. Didn’t guess he’d be such a laugh without Granger and Weasley there like fucking bookends. He looks rumpled, his eyes warm and sleepy like he’s rolled straight out of bed, and something in me purrs approval.
He’s waiting outside the loo after I piss. I never expected this: the hot urgent press of his body, right there against the wall. I tug him closer, his hair slightly damp and curling at the nape. Then some idiot blunders out from another room and Potter stumbles away, dazed.
3.
This bed at the Leaky Cauldron creaks like a bastard. Potter’s breathy groans mingle with the grumbling of the bedframe, and I’d hex anyone who dared to interrupt us now. Fuck, the taste of his mouth, and the tight sweet clench of his arse as he rides me. I wind both hands deep into his hair and thrust upwards, pouring ten years of frustration and resentment into his body.
I don’t last long. Not long at all. It seems obvious now that this was always going to happen. The only surprising thing is that Potter comes first, and quite untouched.
4.
“Kneel,” I tell him, and he’s at my feet in one smooth movement. He needs a haircut -- he always needs a haircut -- and I take a generous fistful and tilt his face up towards mine.
Even on his knees there’s a bold defiance about him. It’s his eyes that get me, every single time. The fearlessness, the trust…
I swallow hard. “Come on, then. Or have you forgotten how to suck my cock?”
He smirks, brazen. “Not likely. Not with all the practise I get.”
Then his lips slide around me, scrambling all thoughts, exactly as he intended.
5.
We start slow, with Harry on his stomach. My arse is still tender from last night. He looks incredible, laid out beneath me as I fuck in, deep and lingering. I gather a handful of hair, clutch it tight like a treasure, and tip his head back until the arch of his spine makes my breath catch in my throat.
“Draco,” he breathes. “More. Harder.” I give him all he asks for, until we’re a sated tangle of limbs and lazy kisses. I never expected this - no, never. And it feels better, far better, than I ever thought it could.
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Date: 2016-04-20 07:32 pm (UTC)For instance.
“Granger and Weasley there like fucking bookends” - I may have giggled a bit. Out loud. While not alone. This is an amazing image and one of those ones that I just know is going to stick in my brain. And it’s such a brilliantly Draco observation, too!! I can so easily imagine him thinking it.
Harry making the first move!! Go Harry!! And being dazed and stumbling away….oh, Harry. (Of course Draco is that good, what were you expecting?)
pouring ten years of frustration and resentment into his body - how? How do you do this? Capture SO MUCH about their relationship and history and what this means to him in, oh, ten words? Do you offer classes?
And then! The only surprising thing is that Potter comes first, and quite untouched.!!! I was so surprised and so hooked. Even more hooked. Again, saying so much about someone’s whole experience and state of mind. And in this visceral, very hot way. Which, btw? This is very hot. Very.
Okay, then, when Draco tells him to kneel, and their relationship has settled into being enough of a thing that they’re talking now, and that it’s become practiced. And seeing that fieriness from Harry!! Loved it!!
And that ending…man oh man. It made me realize what a fantastic, beautiful job you’d done of a constructing a whole world, that by the time I got there I knew how old they were and could tell how things had grown between them, and why, and what they got out of it. And seeing it become this different thing, and a thing that still exceeds all expectations, was really beautiful and moving!! And the motif of hair-pulling wrapped up perfectly. I loved that evolution, too, on its own and how it paralleled their relationship, from Draco yanking Harry’s head back to tipping it back, his hair going from a big handful to something like a treasure. It’s so beautiful! I have so many feels!
How? I just want to know how, how, how you do this, build this beautiful, intricate, complex thing in 500 words? I really will sign up for a class. Just sit at your feet and watch you write wonderful smutty drabbles.
Thank you so much, my dear. This was the perfect way to wrap up the day of, and lovely to revisit today. I adore it, and adore you, and am so excited and honored to get a few of your words!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2016-04-20 09:10 pm (UTC)There is going to be no class, you loon. I haven't the slightest clue what I am doing here. I want YOU to teach me UST, and dirty talking, and oh, I have a list. A whole list. ♥
Thank you for being such an inspiring person to write for. And not so intimidating that nothing will come out at all!