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the bottom!draco emporium-- Crevice
Title: Crevice
Author: Garter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Harry, Draco, and a table. Other paraphernalia not needed.
Rating: NC-17
Crevice
By Garter
The wood felt soft beneath my hands.
But the world was not real.
And as I lay, facedown, on the old, scarred table, feeling him ram himself inside me, again and again… I could not remember what ever made me wait until now. I shut my eyes, stopping the tears that threatened to flow. Pain? Yes, there was pain. But the elation, the sheer breathtaking beauty of that exquisite pain nearly tore me apart more than any physical torture ever could.
I clutched the wood with my sweaty palms, moaning his name as I heard him scream mine, his cum warming my insides in one orgasmic thrust as he clutched my ass tightly, digging his fingers painfully into my skin. I knew it would bleed. But I didn’t care. I was too drugged to feel pain.
I mewled pathetically as he moved slightly away from me. I longed to feel him inside me forever, his large, hard length digging through me, hitting my prostate again and again, until I cried for desperate release.
But it wasn’t what he had in mind.
“What do you say, Draco? Do you need to go now?” I heard him whisper near my ear, making me flush even deeper.
"Yes," I replied, out of breath. I was fascinated, yet scared of what he intended to do.
He chuckled, massaging the abused flesh of my thighs sensuously. I sighed as his ministrations made me want him even more, and I bucked, offering my cum-stained ass once again for him to play with.
“So impatient.” He laughed softly, teasing me to the point of torment with his fingers as they danced lightly around my delicate sac, carefully avoiding my already weeping erection.
“Harry, please…” I was a pathetic slut. Draco Malfoy reduced to begging for pleasure. But I wanted it… I wanted him so much that it hurt.
And, as if I finally triggered something in him, he grasped my dick, roughly fucking it with his hands. And the feel of his palm—his hot, hot skin against my sensitive shaft—drove me wild. I bucked against his hand with mindless abandon, not caring that I spilled my cum all over his hands, and the table before me.
He stayed through the fast, furious voyage of my climax, soothingly relaxing me with gentle strokes. Touching my most intimate parts with his hands—hands that now knew me so well. Too well.
We stayed there for a while, his cheek against my warm naked back, counting the seconds with our breathing. I smiled against the hard wood, not caring if the splinters bruised my skin.
Who would have thought that this dark, dingy tool shed could seem so bright?
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