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At the gym, part 21
Title: At the gym, 21
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated R
Challenge: high
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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 20: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/152162.html#cutid1
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Draco walked himself right into Harry’s home and sat himself down on Harry’s soft blue couch. Under normal circumstances he would never do such a thing without an explicit invitation, but these circumstances were so far from normal Draco didn’t think he knew what ‘normal’ would even look like.
“I cannot continue like this. I cannot repeat last weekend.” Draco eventually said, unable to raise his eyes as high as Harry’s eyes. “But I don’t want this… our… association to end.”
“I don’t understand,” Harry said. He sat down on his sturdy wooden coffee table and looked into Draco’s face.
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Eyes on the ceiling, face burning, Draco explained. “I need to be able to tell you to slow down, or do something else, or be less demanding, without fearing I’ve just sent myself packing. Forever.”
“You need more control,” Harry said.
“Yes. I need just slightly more control.”
“But not all of it.”
“Not even half,” Draco agreed. “I wrote my safeword down because I wasn’t thrilled with the way you ordered me around. But I never sent it because I enjoyed surrendering. To you.”
“Drop the attitude?” Harry guessed.
“That would help tremendously,” Draco said, stress draining from him.
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“Why did you use the word ‘best’ in the hotel bar, then?” Harry asked, leaning forward slightly, hands clasped. He’d all but pricked his ears up high and started wagging his tail, Draco thought, forcing down a laugh. He was glad Harry wanted to listen. Very glad indeed. He’d not been confident of that before he’d arrived.
“I’ve been wondering that myself,” Draco admitted. “It just emerged, spontaneously, and it became the most important thing I said all weekend.”
Harry nodded, but said nothing.
“I believe,” Draco said, unable to look Harry in the face, “it was about our… past.”
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“All right…” Harry tried. He clearly needed more.
“You bested me unambiguously, repeatedly, when we were boys. At Quidditch, the house cup, at fame, at pleasing teachers, at getting away with rule-breaking, even with attracting my father’s attention. Indeed, I hated you to high heaven, while simultaneously envying you so deeply it hurt. Eventually I became a gay boy who found you physically attractive yet in every other way repulsive.”
“Hm,” Harry said. “Hard to move from there, to having me worship your body all night.”
“Yet, we did. Does it surprise you I found it a challenging situation, emotionally?”
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Part 22: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/156041.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated R
Challenge: high
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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 20: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/152162.html#cutid1
Draco walked himself right into Harry’s home and sat himself down on Harry’s soft blue couch. Under normal circumstances he would never do such a thing without an explicit invitation, but these circumstances were so far from normal Draco didn’t think he knew what ‘normal’ would even look like.
“I cannot continue like this. I cannot repeat last weekend.” Draco eventually said, unable to raise his eyes as high as Harry’s eyes. “But I don’t want this… our… association to end.”
“I don’t understand,” Harry said. He sat down on his sturdy wooden coffee table and looked into Draco’s face.
Eyes on the ceiling, face burning, Draco explained. “I need to be able to tell you to slow down, or do something else, or be less demanding, without fearing I’ve just sent myself packing. Forever.”
“You need more control,” Harry said.
“Yes. I need just slightly more control.”
“But not all of it.”
“Not even half,” Draco agreed. “I wrote my safeword down because I wasn’t thrilled with the way you ordered me around. But I never sent it because I enjoyed surrendering. To you.”
“Drop the attitude?” Harry guessed.
“That would help tremendously,” Draco said, stress draining from him.
“Why did you use the word ‘best’ in the hotel bar, then?” Harry asked, leaning forward slightly, hands clasped. He’d all but pricked his ears up high and started wagging his tail, Draco thought, forcing down a laugh. He was glad Harry wanted to listen. Very glad indeed. He’d not been confident of that before he’d arrived.
“I’ve been wondering that myself,” Draco admitted. “It just emerged, spontaneously, and it became the most important thing I said all weekend.”
Harry nodded, but said nothing.
“I believe,” Draco said, unable to look Harry in the face, “it was about our… past.”
“All right…” Harry tried. He clearly needed more.
“You bested me unambiguously, repeatedly, when we were boys. At Quidditch, the house cup, at fame, at pleasing teachers, at getting away with rule-breaking, even with attracting my father’s attention. Indeed, I hated you to high heaven, while simultaneously envying you so deeply it hurt. Eventually I became a gay boy who found you physically attractive yet in every other way repulsive.”
“Hm,” Harry said. “Hard to move from there, to having me worship your body all night.”
“Yet, we did. Does it surprise you I found it a challenging situation, emotionally?”
Part 22: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/156041.html#cutid1
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