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At the gym, part 16
Title: At the gym, 16
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: future
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!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 15: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/141284.html#cutid1
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“Stop…” Draco sputtered. Harry immediately stepped away, leaving Draco feeling he might, of all things, swoon. Draco frowned as Harry held his hands up in surrender.
“I’ll happily try to ‘best’ you,” Harry murmured, “but never without your consent. “Would you like to sit down? Have a drink? Floo home?”
Draco took a deep breath and decided right now, thinking was a terrible idea. He’d consider the repercussions of bedding Harry in future, if at all. “No,” he said, working to sound utterly decisive and certain. “I wish to go to your bedroom. I prefer to get fucked while horizontal.”
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“Draco,” Harry said, smile thin. “Who’s besting who, here?”
“Whom,” Draco snapped.
Harry stepped in so close that Draco was amazed he couldn’t feel the other man’s touch. He forced himself not to sway closer.
“So, you want to be here?”
Draco nodded.
“Do you want to have sex with me tonight?”
Draco nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. Tonight was good. Future later.
“When you said you wanted me to best you, did you mean dominance and submission games? Did you want me to be in charge?”
Turning his head to look at the wall, Draco nodded.
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“This might be the only time I get to fuck you, yes?”
Draco nodded again, robotically, wishing the conversation was over and he wasn’t being asked to think. Thinking’s for the future, he repeated in his mind like a new mantra. Decisions are for the future.
“Then let go, Draco. Let me take care of you.”
“Stop asking me to think,” Draco whispered, feeling exhausted, anxious and not even remotely sexy.
“I can work with that,” Harry said, and took Draco’s arm, abruptly Apparating them into a bedroom. “Say ‘bubblegum” if you want me to stop. Otherwise, no thinking necessary.”
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Part 17: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/144540.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: future
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!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 15: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/141284.html#cutid1
“Stop…” Draco sputtered. Harry immediately stepped away, leaving Draco feeling he might, of all things, swoon. Draco frowned as Harry held his hands up in surrender.
“I’ll happily try to ‘best’ you,” Harry murmured, “but never without your consent. “Would you like to sit down? Have a drink? Floo home?”
Draco took a deep breath and decided right now, thinking was a terrible idea. He’d consider the repercussions of bedding Harry in future, if at all. “No,” he said, working to sound utterly decisive and certain. “I wish to go to your bedroom. I prefer to get fucked while horizontal.”
“Draco,” Harry said, smile thin. “Who’s besting who, here?”
“Whom,” Draco snapped.
Harry stepped in so close that Draco was amazed he couldn’t feel the other man’s touch. He forced himself not to sway closer.
“So, you want to be here?”
Draco nodded.
“Do you want to have sex with me tonight?”
Draco nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. Tonight was good. Future later.
“When you said you wanted me to best you, did you mean dominance and submission games? Did you want me to be in charge?”
Turning his head to look at the wall, Draco nodded.
“This might be the only time I get to fuck you, yes?”
Draco nodded again, robotically, wishing the conversation was over and he wasn’t being asked to think. Thinking’s for the future, he repeated in his mind like a new mantra. Decisions are for the future.
“Then let go, Draco. Let me take care of you.”
“Stop asking me to think,” Draco whispered, feeling exhausted, anxious and not even remotely sexy.
“I can work with that,” Harry said, and took Draco’s arm, abruptly Apparating them into a bedroom. “Say ‘bubblegum” if you want me to stop. Otherwise, no thinking necessary.”
Part 17: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/144540.html#cutid1
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I am still reserving judgement and wait how the next installments will go. Hugs Lyoness
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Harry is fully aware of Draco's body language, but he's prioritizing Draco's spoken words, largely out of respect. "I don't believe the words you are clearly saying directly to my face" is not a very respectful position, after all.
When the words stop, and all that's left is body language, Harry will reevaluate if necessary. Draco is adamant that Harry will see no reason to do so. We'll find out next week, I guess!
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