Stuck in the Middle With You, 22
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dracoharry100Title: Stuck in the Middle With You, 22
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: argument
Rating for this post: Rated PG-13
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!
Start here: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/329496.html
Part 21 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/348833.html#cutid1
(from last week)
Harry had ... expected them both to be aggressive, wild. Rough.
To be fair, they started out that way.
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But when Draco took Harry’s lip between his teeth, then nibbled instead of biting—
When Harry nearly said Draco was ‘fucking fit,’ but heard himself say “you’re beautiful—”
When Draco released a sound, but instead of a growl, it was a sweet whimper—
When Harry chose to caress Draco’s cheek—
When Draco fisted his hands in Harry’s tailored shirt as though to rip, but instead repeatedly lost his grip in attempts to unbutton it—
Then what Harry had feared could turn into a fight (or at least an argument) instead turned into something not just lustful, but almost intensely tender.
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When Harry finally managed to lay back on his couch, Draco casually draped himself on top, and Harry lost himself in the rocking motions of their hips, the hard planes of Draco’s back, the width of his shoulders and the sweet taste of his mouth.
“Bed?” Harry finally asked Draco, gingerly. He didn’t want to cause an argument. Things were going so well. But this beautiful man could be remarkably prickly and defensive.
“Mm,” Draco hummed, but he stood and reached for Harry’s hand. “Your couch here is very nice, but yes, I think we should take ourselves to bed.”
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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/350271.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: argument
Rating for this post: Rated PG-13
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!
Start here: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/329496.html
Part 21 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/348833.html#cutid1
(from last week)
Harry had ... expected them both to be aggressive, wild. Rough.
To be fair, they started out that way.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But when Draco took Harry’s lip between his teeth, then nibbled instead of biting—
When Harry nearly said Draco was ‘fucking fit,’ but heard himself say “you’re beautiful—”
When Draco released a sound, but instead of a growl, it was a sweet whimper—
When Harry chose to caress Draco’s cheek—
When Draco fisted his hands in Harry’s tailored shirt as though to rip, but instead repeatedly lost his grip in attempts to unbutton it—
Then what Harry had feared could turn into a fight (or at least an argument) instead turned into something not just lustful, but almost intensely tender.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
When Harry finally managed to lay back on his couch, Draco casually draped himself on top, and Harry lost himself in the rocking motions of their hips, the hard planes of Draco’s back, the width of his shoulders and the sweet taste of his mouth.
“Bed?” Harry finally asked Draco, gingerly. He didn’t want to cause an argument. Things were going so well. But this beautiful man could be remarkably prickly and defensive.
“Mm,” Draco hummed, but he stood and reached for Harry’s hand. “Your couch here is very nice, but yes, I think we should take ourselves to bed.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/350271.html#cutid1
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