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First Watch, 5
Title: First Watch, part 5
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: trouble
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!
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Harry and Malfoy are working on something explosive. Come take a peek.
Author's note: Comments are love!
Part 1: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/148593.html
Part 4: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/155679.html#cutid1
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Harry slid back into Draco’s body, meeting surprising physical resistance; despite the way Draco canted his hips, pulled open his cheeks, pushed himself on. Draco’s entrance and channel had tightened. Probably from the muscle spasms that accompanied flooding Harry’s throat like a firehose.
Harry fucked in slow, in deference to Draco’s situation: tender, fully fucked, already orgasmed. He needed to make this good, needed Draco to accept this arrangement for their entire stakeout. He’d longed to be in exactly this position for far too long to fuck this up now.
But when Draco moaned out, “harder now,” Harry immediately complied.
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Panting, Harry rested his forehead against Draco’s nape. He was still hard, still inside. But he’d finally come in Malfoy’s heavenly arse.
He’d left little indentations in Draco’s bared hips. He hoped they’d become finger-marks.
“Go,” he breathed, dropping a little kiss on Draco’s sweaty neck. He pulled out and waved cleansing magic over their skin. “Rest. I’ll wake you when I’m tired, or if your surveillance spells show any trouble.”
Harry watched Draco slowly pull up his pants and trousers, and limp into the tent.
Lovely, Harry thought, smug and satisfied.
He let Draco sleep seven hours.
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Part 6: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/161400.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: trouble
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!
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Harry and Malfoy are working on something explosive. Come take a peek.
Author's note: Comments are love!
Part 1: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/148593.html
Part 4: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/155679.html#cutid1
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Harry slid back into Draco’s body, meeting surprising physical resistance; despite the way Draco canted his hips, pulled open his cheeks, pushed himself on. Draco’s entrance and channel had tightened. Probably from the muscle spasms that accompanied flooding Harry’s throat like a firehose.
Harry fucked in slow, in deference to Draco’s situation: tender, fully fucked, already orgasmed. He needed to make this good, needed Draco to accept this arrangement for their entire stakeout. He’d longed to be in exactly this position for far too long to fuck this up now.
But when Draco moaned out, “harder now,” Harry immediately complied.
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Panting, Harry rested his forehead against Draco’s nape. He was still hard, still inside. But he’d finally come in Malfoy’s heavenly arse.
He’d left little indentations in Draco’s bared hips. He hoped they’d become finger-marks.
“Go,” he breathed, dropping a little kiss on Draco’s sweaty neck. He pulled out and waved cleansing magic over their skin. “Rest. I’ll wake you when I’m tired, or if your surveillance spells show any trouble.”
Harry watched Draco slowly pull up his pants and trousers, and limp into the tent.
Lovely, Harry thought, smug and satisfied.
He let Draco sleep seven hours.
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Part 6: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/161400.html#cutid1
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