dracoharry100 | Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 22.

Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 22.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: circle
Rating: NC-17
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 and Harry contemplate one another.
Author's Note: Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 21: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/120970.html#cutid1

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“Fuck me,” Draco whispered, feeling stunned as Harry completely overpowered him – without a whisper of magic. Or skin contact.

“Is that a command, or an exclamation?” Harry asked, sounding amused.

“Yes,” Draco sputtered, regaining control of his senses. “You should fuck me; hard, fast and dirty. Then we catch our breath, start over. Only the second time, we’ll go slow, patient.”

“What if I want slow and patient to start?” Harry said, his lopsided smile wrecking Draco’s hard-won calm.

“It’s a merry-go-round,” Draco shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t matter where we get on.”

“As long as we ride,” Harry agreed.

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“I, yeah,” Draco said, licking his lips, unsure what he’d agreed, except Harry was going to fuck him. Now.

Harry came to rest against Draco’s side, leaning on an elbow, other hand splayed wide, high on Draco’s belly. He inched that hand down.

“Hard, you say? Fast?” His hand was millimetres from Draco’s prick, and Draco was straining to stay still. “Dirty?”

“Oh fuck,” Draco said. It was the only thing that came to mind, hopelessly muddled into circles of “yes.” “Please.” “Harry.”

“Is teasing unkind?” Harry mused, smile beautiful and evil. Draco nodded and Harry laughed: low and warm.

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Narrowing his eyes, Draco tried to regain his control. “You like teasing?” he asked, putting his own hand onto Harry’s abs.

“It can be fun,” Harry said, rubbing a small circle into Draco’s skin and still, somehow, maddeningly, avoiding Draco’s leaking cock.

“I see,” Draco said, deliberately giving a non-answer and seasoning it with his own most enigmatic smile. “What about kissing?” He smoothed his hand up from Harry’s abs, to Harry’s waist. There, he gripped.

Harry smiled and leaned in, stopping only millimetres away. “Love it,” he breathed.

So Draco pulled him in by the waist and kissed him.

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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/123505.html#cutid1