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Title: Slithering, a sequel - 73
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x6
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: raid
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!

Summary: Draco gives Harry a very different distraction.

Author's 2nd Note: This is a sequel to "Slither In," which starts here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/286839.html
and ends here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/460335.html

Author's third note: I now have a detailed outline that extends all the way to the ending. Expect this fic to be complete in... July? If not July, then August.

Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 72: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/291347.html#cutid1


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“Fuck.” Harry’s heart was suddenly trying to tear his chest open. He dropped his parchment and quill by Draco’s door.

“Hell, yes.” Ignoring the warning in his mind, screaming this was a BAD IDEA, Harry grabbed Draco. Kissed him.

“Gonna fuck you good,” Draco said, trying to simultaneously tear off his and Harry’s clothes. “You’ll never forget tonight.”

“Jesus. Yes,” Harry whined. This was a terrible idea. He’d be ruined when this was done. Raided. Sacked.

“We record tonight,” Draco panted. He was trying to rip off his shoes, but his trousers were in the way. “Sex, sleep talk, everything.”

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Draco looked up at Harry. Hopeful, nervous and so sexy Harry wanted to bite him.

“Then we’ll have all the memories we need, and we’ll stay apart because we can get a Pensieve fix whenever we want.”

“I know the spell your mother used,” Harry agreed, helping Draco untangle trousers from shoes. “She told Andromeda. It was somnum loqui. That’s how she listened to you talk in your sleep.”

“Great,” Draco said. “We’ll use it tonight. We’ll record it all. I’ll finally know what I say.”

“Anything you want, Draco,” Harry said, and threw himself, finally naked, onto the bed.

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That night Draco seemed possessed. Harry didn’t have to make a single decision, offer one suggestion. Yet everything Draco did was exactly what Harry wanted.

Every kiss was perfect. Every thrust of Draco’s gorgeous cock. Every murmured word. Every caress, every firm grasp and every confident push.

Everything he took was something Harry wanted to give. Everything he gave was just what Harry wanted to receive.

And his beauty…. Draco shone. With confidence, with prowess, and with sweat.

Harry’s wank bank was set for the rest of his life. He would never need to jerk off outside his Pensieve again.

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Harry had his first orgasm that night on his back while Draco fucked him.

Harry came again while Draco fucked him from behind and treated him to the slowest, most torturous, most delicious handjob.

Harry came a third time while he rode Draco hard. Harry’s old friend of a wedge pillow was back under Draco’s arse; adding energy and thrust to their every bounce.

Harry assumed he would be embarrassed, later, to hear himself in these memories, but if — while Draco’s cock was slamming his prostate — he was less than poetic… well. Repetition was neither a sin, nor an insult.

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“Wanna blowjob?” Harry finally asked, not actually sure he had the energy to give Draco a good one.

“Nah,” Draco said. “Your arse is where I wanted to come. Like watching your face while we fuck. You love my cock. Makes me feel like a man.”

They barely remembered to have Harry cast somnum loqui before they fell asleep.

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In the morning, Harry woke feeling spectacular, sore and adored.

This did not last.

Draco woke shortly after Harry did, and went from cuddled close to Harry’s back, to leaping away and rushing to the shower with hardly a word spoken.

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They parted, awkward and grumpy. The last thing Draco said to Harry was “you, uh, still have my permission to keep all our recordings, jerk off to them, anything. Anything but showing them to anyone else. Okay?” Then he shut the door in Harry’s face.

Harry returned to his room and felt himself deflate, suddenly exhausted all over again. He put his recordings in his Pensieve, put the DADA notes he barely remembered on his desk. Then he fell onto his bed, still fully dressed, and did not wake until Ron and Hermione banged on his door, just before lunch.

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To Be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/293621.html#cutid1

Date: 2019-07-16 10:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lyonessheart
oh those two...

Date: 2019-07-17 01:28 am (UTC)
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*head desk*

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