Slithering, a sequel. Part 11
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel (11)
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Challenge: Challenge 478: Stay
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Draco pleads his case, and Harry listens. Then Harry acts.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to "Slither In," which starts here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/286839.html
and ends here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/460335.html
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
part 10: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/112048.html
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Wand in hand, Harry opened his door. Malfoy looked… bedraggled. Instead of looking at Harry, his eyes were cast at the floor. Instead of threatened by Harry’s outstretched wand, his own drooped from his robe pocket. His hands were not at his hips, or reaching out to attack. They didn’t offer a handshake. Limp, they barely clutched each other, crossed in front of Malfoy’s robe-covered cock.
Remembering, Harry licked his lips. Malfoy didn’t see, eyes still demurely hidden under blond fringe.
Flicking his wand, Harry searched for dangers, but found only what he saw.
Finally, Malfoy spoke. “May I stay?”
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Trying (and utterly failing) to feel triumphant, Harry ushered Malfoy into his messy room. “Have a seat,” he suggested. Malfoy obeyed quickly, choosing the edge of the bed, instead of the chair or windowsill.
Harry looked at Malfoy with dismay. What was he supposed to do now? He didn’t want to fuck this sad clown. He sat on his desk, feet on his chair, and looked at this silent, humbled Malfoy.
“What do you want?” Harry eventually sighed.
“To stay,” Malfoy answered immediately.
“And?” Harry demanded. He gestured broadly. “Get a blowjob? Fuck my arse? Be my boyfriend?”
Malfoy winced.
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“I was an arse,” Malfoy murmured to the floor. “But the sex was… brilliant. I miss it, even though we only had one night.” He looked shyly through his lovely pale fringe. Harry felt his resolve slip slightly.
“If you let me stay,” Malfoy tried, “I won’t refuse you anything, not straightaway. We can… discuss it. I’ll consider anything.”
“Hmm,” Harry said, balancing his wand on one hand and pretending to feel calm. “You already know I like getting fucked.”
“I’m definitely willing to do anal,” Malfoy said quickly. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise. You were…” he winced again. “clear.”
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“Very well,” Harry said, deciding to test him. “You can stay. Strip. Lay on my bed. Stroke yourself hard, then I’ll climb on and take a ride.”
Malfoy jerked his head up in shock. “Really?” he whispered, then seemed to think better of awaiting Harry’s answer. He yanked his robes off to reveal nothing but loose, silky pants that went from his waist to just above the knee. He sat on Harry’s bed, yanked off both shoes and then both socks, stuffing the second into the first. Then, blushing to his ears, he yanked off his pants and lay down.
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Still in pajamas and dressing gown, wand still gripped firmly in his right hand, Harry hopped down and strolled the few steps to his bed. Pretending he didn’t care that Malfoy was blushing and silent, he trailed his fingers along Malfoy's shin, knee, thigh. He placed Malfoy's hand on his flaccid cock, then made a show of staring until Malfoy began to caress himself.
“Better,” Harry said, then went back to trailing fingertips along the smooth, warm skin of his new prize.
“I might be glad to have you stay.” Harry mused. “Only, how do you feel about kissing me?”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/116272.html
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Challenge: Challenge 478: Stay
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Draco pleads his case, and Harry listens. Then Harry acts.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to "Slither In," which starts here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/286839.html
and ends here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/460335.html
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
part 10: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/112048.html
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Wand in hand, Harry opened his door. Malfoy looked… bedraggled. Instead of looking at Harry, his eyes were cast at the floor. Instead of threatened by Harry’s outstretched wand, his own drooped from his robe pocket. His hands were not at his hips, or reaching out to attack. They didn’t offer a handshake. Limp, they barely clutched each other, crossed in front of Malfoy’s robe-covered cock.
Remembering, Harry licked his lips. Malfoy didn’t see, eyes still demurely hidden under blond fringe.
Flicking his wand, Harry searched for dangers, but found only what he saw.
Finally, Malfoy spoke. “May I stay?”
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Trying (and utterly failing) to feel triumphant, Harry ushered Malfoy into his messy room. “Have a seat,” he suggested. Malfoy obeyed quickly, choosing the edge of the bed, instead of the chair or windowsill.
Harry looked at Malfoy with dismay. What was he supposed to do now? He didn’t want to fuck this sad clown. He sat on his desk, feet on his chair, and looked at this silent, humbled Malfoy.
“What do you want?” Harry eventually sighed.
“To stay,” Malfoy answered immediately.
“And?” Harry demanded. He gestured broadly. “Get a blowjob? Fuck my arse? Be my boyfriend?”
Malfoy winced.
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“I was an arse,” Malfoy murmured to the floor. “But the sex was… brilliant. I miss it, even though we only had one night.” He looked shyly through his lovely pale fringe. Harry felt his resolve slip slightly.
“If you let me stay,” Malfoy tried, “I won’t refuse you anything, not straightaway. We can… discuss it. I’ll consider anything.”
“Hmm,” Harry said, balancing his wand on one hand and pretending to feel calm. “You already know I like getting fucked.”
“I’m definitely willing to do anal,” Malfoy said quickly. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise. You were…” he winced again. “clear.”
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“Very well,” Harry said, deciding to test him. “You can stay. Strip. Lay on my bed. Stroke yourself hard, then I’ll climb on and take a ride.”
Malfoy jerked his head up in shock. “Really?” he whispered, then seemed to think better of awaiting Harry’s answer. He yanked his robes off to reveal nothing but loose, silky pants that went from his waist to just above the knee. He sat on Harry’s bed, yanked off both shoes and then both socks, stuffing the second into the first. Then, blushing to his ears, he yanked off his pants and lay down.
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Still in pajamas and dressing gown, wand still gripped firmly in his right hand, Harry hopped down and strolled the few steps to his bed. Pretending he didn’t care that Malfoy was blushing and silent, he trailed his fingers along Malfoy's shin, knee, thigh. He placed Malfoy's hand on his flaccid cock, then made a show of staring until Malfoy began to caress himself.
“Better,” Harry said, then went back to trailing fingertips along the smooth, warm skin of his new prize.
“I might be glad to have you stay.” Harry mused. “Only, how do you feel about kissing me?”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/116272.html
