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Disclaimer: Fist and foremost, neither of these characters belong to me. I am making no money off of this. Second of all, this is rater NC-17. SLASH! That means male on male sex ahead. You have been warned! Dedication: This is actually a little bit of PWP that I promised a friend of mine. You know who you are... Author's note: PWP. Plot? What plot? ;-) Okay You-For-Whom-This-Is-Written, there's a few little bits in here that I generally save for my own private fantasies involving myself and everyone's favorite potions master, but I figured I give you a bit of a thrill. And you may notice I borrowed a few ideas, but technically you did give them to me! ;-) I hope you enjoy! Bored By: Lady Feylene Draco Malfoy leaned casually up on one arm, his light blue gaze dragging up and down Harry Potter's lean form. Harry was lying on his stomach in bed, reading through his divinations homework. The pale blond boy was growing increasingly bored and agitated. He hadn't expected Harry to continue with his homework when he had come in. Harry was supposed to drop whatever he was doing and devote himself to fulfilling Draco's every whim and want. "I'm bored!" Draco whined, sitting up. He tossed his silver blonde hair out of his face and sneered down at Harry. "And you want me to do what about it?" Harry asked, with a rather bored tone. He was well used to Draco's theatrics and didn't let it bother him. The two boys had been friends for a while now, though their more intimate relationship had developed more recently. Draco was demanding, but Harry was used to it by now. "I don't know! I don't care! Anything!" Draco crossed his arms, leaning back with a haughty expression on his face. "Fine." Harry closed his book. They were alone in the dorm room, and Harry knew for a fact they would be alone for a good long time. He slid to the side of the bed and reached a hand under his mattress, pulling out a bottle. "What's that?" Draco asked, raising an elegant eyebrow. "Wine." Harry said. He uncorked the bottle, and took a sip. "Ron and I managed to snitch it a couple of days ago. Here, have some." He offered the bottle to Draco. The Slytherin boy took it with a sneer, and Harry just shook his head. Draco took a swig, and handed the bottle back to Harry. "It's good, isn't it?" Harry asked. It really wasn't, but that wasn't the point. It was the thrill of doing something you shouldn't. "I suppose." Draco drawled, scowling. Harry smiled, and put the bottle down. He raked his hair out of his eyes, and just looked at Draco for a moment. He took in the silver blond hair, the pointed features, the grey blue eyes...the Slytherin boy really was beautiful. Harry took another sip of wine, and leaned forward to kiss Draco gently on the lips. Draco's arms snaked about Harry the minute the other boy's lips met his. This was what he was waiting for! Draco could taste the wine on Harry's lips and tongue. It was a new sensation, and it excited him. He stroked Harry's tongue with his own, his hands tangling in his lover's hair. He was in a bit of a rush to get on with it, having been kept waiting longer then he had expected. Draco pushed at Harry, attempting to shove his lover onto his back. Harry resisted, his lips gentle on Draco's, but insistent. Their tongues danced together, Draco's brutal and rough, Harry's soft and gentle. Draco was trying to gain control, but Harry wasn't letting him. The Gryffindor boy was stronger then he looked, and his hands on Draco's shoulders kept them in a sitting position. "Don't toy with me!" Draco growling against Harry's lips. The other boy chuckled, moving his lips down Draco's jawline to plant kisses down the ivory column of his throat. He slid his tongue along Draco's neck, feeling the other boy shudder under his lips. Harry, feeling daring, nipped gently at the wintery skin beneath his lips. Draco gasped as Harry's teeth closed around his skin, lifting it up and caressing gently with his tongue. Now Harry was the dominator urging Draco down onto the bed on his back. Draco went willingly, closing his eyes to the pleasure of Harry's mouth on his throat. Harry's hands went to the fastenings on the front of Draco's robes, pulling them open with deft fingers. Harry glanced up at Draco, whose head was thrown back against the pillows. He continued moving his lips downwards, kissing and licking down Draco's chest. He dragged his tongue up Draco's sternum, biting softly at the hollow of his throat. He kissed the tender spot, before sliding Draco's robes off completely. "Turn over." Harry whispered, leaning over Draco so his mouth was right by his ear. Draco only nodded, flipping himself over to lay on his stomach. Harry slipped off his own robes, and stretched out over his lover for a moment, simply lying on Draco, feeling the smooth skin of his back against his chest. He nipped the back of Draco's neck, and dragged his tongue across Draco's shoulder blades. Then he sat up, straddling Draco's waist. Smiling coyly, Harry grabbed the bottle of wine, that had been sitting forgotten on the bedside table. He dribbled some of the sweet red liquid on Draco's back, right over his spine. Draco shuddered as the cold liquid hit his back, and Harry grinned. The wine made a red trail down Draco's spine, and a bit pooled in the small of his back. Harry gazed down at his lover, enjoying the contrast of the dark wine on the pale skin. Harry bent forward, licking a bit of the wine off of Draco's back. The Slytherin boy shuddered again, as Harry's tongue caressed him gently and methodically. His tongue was slow but firm, detailing every bit of Draco's spine. The wine soaked skin tasted so good, and Harry took his time traveling down Draco's spine. "Oh god..." Draco moaned as Harry bit his back gently, his hands massaging Draco's shoulders as he did so. The pale boy buried his head in the pillow and Harry's tongue and teeth found the small of his back, lapping at the skin and wine there. Harry then dragged his tongue all the way up Draco's spine, to kiss the junction of skull and neck. "Please..." Draco moaned, not wanting to wait any longer. He was beyond delirium now, amazed at the sensations Harry's tongue had created in him. He was on fire, and aching for release. Wasn't Harry as far gne as he was too? Harry nodded, kissing Draco's shoulders. He was beginning to sweat, and the slightly salty taste of his skin was as intoxicating as the wine. Harry propped himself up on his arms positioning himself behind Draco. He paused, as he always did, right before entering his lover. But only for a moment. He thrust himself in with one smooth motion, and was rewarded as Draco gasped and shuddered beneath him. There was nothing compared to the feeling of being completely inside of his lover. Nothing quite so fulfilling or arousing as that one moment when Draco took him in completely. Harry rested inside of him for a moment, before the impatient shifting of Draco's hips brought himself back. He began thrusting slowly, smiling as Draco moved his hips to meet his thrusts. He shifted his weight to one arm, reaching down to take Draco in his hand. It was always passionate between them. Harry increased his thrusting, biting at his lower lip. The pleasure was incredible! Draco felt it as well, moaning raggedly beneath Harry. The two boys moved as one, their pleasure building. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the stimulus from Harry's hips and hand. He raised himself off of the bed to meet Harry's rhythm better, moving his hips in time. "I'm almost there." Draco hissed, grabbing fistful's of blanket as the pleasure and pain and sheer raw emotion washed over him. Harry was beyond words, and could only gasp in reply. His eyes were shut as well, and he threw his head back as they finished together. Afterwards, they lay together, a tangle of limbs. Both were damp with sweat, and thoroughly exhausted. Harry lay draped across Draco, their legs intertwined. They were breathing hard, and neither could speak yet. "Still bored?" Harry managed to say, with a tired grin. Draco only chuckled. The End (for now) |