dracoharry100 | Stuck in the Middle With You, 37

Title: Stuck in the Middle With You, 37
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: play
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 36: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/376157.html#cutid1

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“Ohhh,” Draco whined as Harry slowly pulled out, pressing his cockhead against Draco’s prostate as he did. “Gonna come. Don’t stop, Harry. Please.”

“Won’t stop,” Harry promised, pressing in and twisting his hips just slightly. “I’ll help you come. I’ll make it good.”

“So good,” Draco gasped, too far gone to tease or be coy any longer. “So good, fuck.” He writhed in Harry’s hands and on his cock. Harry considered slowing down further, but it didn’t feel right to toy with Draco like that when Harry was so desperate to come (and so tired) and Draco was so close.

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So Harry kept his rhythm, gripped Draco’s cock tighter, played the man like a harp and felt his third orgasm flare. Finally free to snap up his own pleasure, Harry sped his strokes until either magic or electricity erupted down his spine. Pleasure filled him as he filled Draco.

Panting, he dropped his forehead between Draco’s shoulderblades. His cock slowly slid ever so slowly out, and he let it.

“Sleep with me?” He finally said. The shower was still hot and the bathroom smelled good, but Harry was exhausted. He wanted them to curl up, sleep, and drift away together.

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“Yeah,” Draco agreed, nearly breathless. “Yeah. Sleep.”

Harry could crow his victory later. For now he tossed Draco a fluffy purple towel. They both dried themselves off efficiently, then drooped single-file toward Harry’s bed and quietly climbed in. Played out, Harry didn’t have the energy to even consider insecurity or what-ifs, and so without thinking it over, he just pulled Draco into his arms so they could sleep cuddled together.

“Maximum skin contact,” Draco mumbled. Harry just nodded.

“Talk tomorrow, sleep now,” Harry instructed, pulling up the soft duvet. Then both men closed their eyes and slid easily into dreams.

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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/377712.html#cutid1