At the gym, part 18
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dracoharry100Title: At the gym, 18
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x6
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: subtract
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 17: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/144540.html#cutid1
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Slowly, Draco reemerged to himself. He lay on Potter’s bed, on a wet spot so large he couldn’t believe he’d made it alone. He was naked, his open legs lewdly spread, his arsehole dripped with wet.
Potter rimmed me, he remembered. He rimmed me until I came. A second time. Untouched.
Mortified to have surrendered so completely, so pleasurably, to Potter, of all men, Draco attempted to get to his feet. Clumsy and disoriented, he only managed to get to the edge of Potter’s bed before the man reentered the room with a full tea tray and a beautiful erection.
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“How are you still hard?” Draco whined, then bent his head and breathed, seeking dignity. “I need to leave.”
“Subtract the bullshit, Malfoy,” Potter demanded. He placed the tea tray, then put one tea-heated hand in the middle of Draco’s chest. Draco obeyed Potter’s touch without hesitation, resting again on propped pillows, blushing all the way.
“I’m hard because your arse curves to perfection and your come tastes like candy. I’m hard because the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is naked in my bed. You’re not leaving until I allow it, Malfoy. We’re not done here. Drink your tea.”
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“Subtract what bullshit?” Draco muttered, cross. “I’ve been here hours, yes? I’m sure that’s enough to claim you’ve ‘bested’ me.” He felt his skin burn with fear and embarrassment, so he poured himself some tea and sipped it slowly.
It was lovely.
“Why did you want to be bested?” Potter asked.
Draco waved a careless hand. “It was just a test, Potter. To see if you could fuck. You did fine, but I’ve had enough now.” He looked at Potter sideways to see if he’d been believed.
“Tell me the truth.”
“That was the truth, you arrogant arse,” Draco lied.
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Potter leaned in slightly. Draco stilled, waiting for Potter’s declaration.
“Your lies are for shit, Malfoy. But I’m still hard from looking at you. Tasting you. So fucking try again.”
Draco glared, but Potter didn’t give an inch.
“Subtract,” he demanded.
“The bullshit, yes,” Draco murmured. Looking away, Draco decided honesty would get him out of Potter’s flat, and clutches, the quickest. “I’m under a lot of pressure, Potter. Work and life. Getting fucked – getting sexually dominated – is how I relax. That’s all. Very simple. I should leave.” He finished his tea, but Potter put a hand on his arm.
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“You’ll leave when I say. That, or safeword. You’re ready for cock, and I’m going to fuck you again.”
“But…” Draco quailed at the fervor burning Potter’s eyes. Potter was serious and Draco’d come twice tonight, but he was nonetheless getting hard.
“Legilimency is cheating,” Draco whispered as he nonetheless placed himself under Potter’s strong shoulders.
“Nothing is cheating,” Potter declared. “As long as I honor your safeword and pull come from your balls, you belong to me Draco, and you’ll do exactly as you are told.”
“Yes, sir,” Draco whispered, and felt his cock jerk with his speeding pulse.
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Smiling at Draco’s obedience, Potter gently moved Draco into a position he liked. Off the wet pillow, on his back, his legs on Potter’s shoulders and his hands in Potter’s hair.
“You will tell me,” Potter declared, “when I hit your prostate with my cockhead.”
Draco nodded.
“You will tell me,” Potter growled, “if you like having my cock reaming your perfect arse.”
Draco nodded.
“You will lie here,” Potter husked, “until I fill your hole with my come.”
Draco nodded.
“That’s what I call subtracting out the bullshit,” Potter praised, and he pushed his cock into Draco’s loosened hole.
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Part 19: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/149932.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x6
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: subtract
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 17: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/144540.html#cutid1
Slowly, Draco reemerged to himself. He lay on Potter’s bed, on a wet spot so large he couldn’t believe he’d made it alone. He was naked, his open legs lewdly spread, his arsehole dripped with wet.
Potter rimmed me, he remembered. He rimmed me until I came. A second time. Untouched.
Mortified to have surrendered so completely, so pleasurably, to Potter, of all men, Draco attempted to get to his feet. Clumsy and disoriented, he only managed to get to the edge of Potter’s bed before the man reentered the room with a full tea tray and a beautiful erection.
“How are you still hard?” Draco whined, then bent his head and breathed, seeking dignity. “I need to leave.”
“Subtract the bullshit, Malfoy,” Potter demanded. He placed the tea tray, then put one tea-heated hand in the middle of Draco’s chest. Draco obeyed Potter’s touch without hesitation, resting again on propped pillows, blushing all the way.
“I’m hard because your arse curves to perfection and your come tastes like candy. I’m hard because the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is naked in my bed. You’re not leaving until I allow it, Malfoy. We’re not done here. Drink your tea.”
“Subtract what bullshit?” Draco muttered, cross. “I’ve been here hours, yes? I’m sure that’s enough to claim you’ve ‘bested’ me.” He felt his skin burn with fear and embarrassment, so he poured himself some tea and sipped it slowly.
It was lovely.
“Why did you want to be bested?” Potter asked.
Draco waved a careless hand. “It was just a test, Potter. To see if you could fuck. You did fine, but I’ve had enough now.” He looked at Potter sideways to see if he’d been believed.
“Tell me the truth.”
“That was the truth, you arrogant arse,” Draco lied.
Potter leaned in slightly. Draco stilled, waiting for Potter’s declaration.
“Your lies are for shit, Malfoy. But I’m still hard from looking at you. Tasting you. So fucking try again.”
Draco glared, but Potter didn’t give an inch.
“Subtract,” he demanded.
“The bullshit, yes,” Draco murmured. Looking away, Draco decided honesty would get him out of Potter’s flat, and clutches, the quickest. “I’m under a lot of pressure, Potter. Work and life. Getting fucked – getting sexually dominated – is how I relax. That’s all. Very simple. I should leave.” He finished his tea, but Potter put a hand on his arm.
“You’ll leave when I say. That, or safeword. You’re ready for cock, and I’m going to fuck you again.”
“But…” Draco quailed at the fervor burning Potter’s eyes. Potter was serious and Draco’d come twice tonight, but he was nonetheless getting hard.
“Legilimency is cheating,” Draco whispered as he nonetheless placed himself under Potter’s strong shoulders.
“Nothing is cheating,” Potter declared. “As long as I honor your safeword and pull come from your balls, you belong to me Draco, and you’ll do exactly as you are told.”
“Yes, sir,” Draco whispered, and felt his cock jerk with his speeding pulse.
Smiling at Draco’s obedience, Potter gently moved Draco into a position he liked. Off the wet pillow, on his back, his legs on Potter’s shoulders and his hands in Potter’s hair.
“You will tell me,” Potter declared, “when I hit your prostate with my cockhead.”
Draco nodded.
“You will tell me,” Potter growled, “if you like having my cock reaming your perfect arse.”
Draco nodded.
“You will lie here,” Potter husked, “until I fill your hole with my come.”
Draco nodded.
“That’s what I call subtracting out the bullshit,” Potter praised, and he pushed his cock into Draco’s loosened hole.
Part 19: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/149932.html#cutid1
