Stuck in the Middle With You, 35
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dracoharry100Title: Stuck in the Middle With You, 35
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: chaos
Rating for this post:? Great big R! RATED R
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 34 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/360711.html#cutid1
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Fussing, Harry carefully put the shower to the perfect temperature. He fetched his fanciest bath products, found two extremely large, fluffy towels. Then he followed Draco into the hot water and pushed him up against the warm, wet shower wall.
Draco kissed him, then grinned mischievously. “Who knew such a chaos agent would have such a decadent bathroom?”
“Turn around,” Harry growled, aiming for playful and hoping to hit it.
“And why should I?” Draco wondered, smiling, his arms draped over Harry’s shoulders.
Harry wanted to laugh, he wanted to bite, and he wanted to come. But first, he responded.
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“I can’t rim you again otherwise?” Harry aimed to look innocent and missed by a mile. Draco’s eyes widened.
He turned right around, though.
Harry cushioned the floor, put his wand aside, and knelt. Using soap and fingers instead of magic, he cleansed Draco’s skin, making sure to tease and delay. When Draco whined in abandon, Harry knew the man was done waiting patiently. Eager, he bent to his task.
Draco’s arse was perhaps the finest Harry had ever had. How did he manage?
“Fuck me,” he heard Draco pant, and realized it wasn’t his first time begging the request.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/376157.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: chaos
Rating for this post:? Great big R! RATED R
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 34 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/360711.html#cutid1
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Fussing, Harry carefully put the shower to the perfect temperature. He fetched his fanciest bath products, found two extremely large, fluffy towels. Then he followed Draco into the hot water and pushed him up against the warm, wet shower wall.
Draco kissed him, then grinned mischievously. “Who knew such a chaos agent would have such a decadent bathroom?”
“Turn around,” Harry growled, aiming for playful and hoping to hit it.
“And why should I?” Draco wondered, smiling, his arms draped over Harry’s shoulders.
Harry wanted to laugh, he wanted to bite, and he wanted to come. But first, he responded.
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“I can’t rim you again otherwise?” Harry aimed to look innocent and missed by a mile. Draco’s eyes widened.
He turned right around, though.
Harry cushioned the floor, put his wand aside, and knelt. Using soap and fingers instead of magic, he cleansed Draco’s skin, making sure to tease and delay. When Draco whined in abandon, Harry knew the man was done waiting patiently. Eager, he bent to his task.
Draco’s arse was perhaps the finest Harry had ever had. How did he manage?
“Fuck me,” he heard Draco pant, and realized it wasn’t his first time begging the request.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/376157.html#cutid1
