Slash. H/D. I hope you enjoy it :)
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You are beneath me, and I mean that in the nicest way
possible. You like to touch me
everywhere, pet my hair, and I like to kiss
you back, ever since the first time I tried it.
You only think you need to tug so hard that you scratch my
arms with your fingernails as you
bring me closer. You clearly imagine that
your hand on my bottom will push me more towards
you. Any closer would be
under your skin, Harry.
But I'm already there, aren't I?
Skin meets skin, Harry, mouth meets mouth.
"Harry,"
You are addicted to me since yesterday. When I kissed your
neck I felt the pulse under your skin
stutter and die for a moment, and when
your hands rushed up to hold me, "hard--", I felt your
shudder all the
way to my toes, like electricity between us.
You moaned through your barely open mouth, wanting to tell me
how much all of it pleased you,
and every sigh was warm as it slid over my
lips. I knew. Kissing your lips pleased you all the
more, and I knew that as
well. And even though it's just as good when we're both dressed --
something
we prove to each other, occasionally -- today you are my delicious
early-Birthday
present, and I take my time unwrapping you.
I see how gleefully you pull me in, only satisfied when I feel
you're above and below me, to the
side and everywhere around me. Then you
can make me kiss away your smug grin. Is that your
foot rubbing the back of
my ankle...and we're lying chest to chest. Oh Harry.
You're all aphrodisiac, you see -- and all of me is enjoying
it.
The principle is to try it. For example, who knew your earlobe
was so sensitive until I had a go?
We are both glad I tried it, of course,
because you sure made a lot of noise that time. Mewling
sounds like you
couldn't believe I could make love to you without leaving the hallway. Like
you'd be embarrassed if I stopped. Me, I'm just grateful your friends didn't
walk in on us. And I
couldn't believe you'd make sounds like that for
me.
Right now if you move "up--" it will feel better for you trust
me. And was that a gasp? What did
I tell you? You're welcome, you ungra-ah.
Do that again, oh anytime. I like how this works. This
whole reciprocal
mush, and how you pull at me, in tiny jerks until I have no choice but to slide
down, I don't even mind that.
Being sweaty with you is also in fact not too bad. I don't
mind to work hard, if you shiver
amusingly like that, and arch up to push
your heat at me and have me push down because I can't
stop wanting to feel
every inch of you increasingly more. I won't let go of your mouth either,
since you've made it so useful. Don't you move either, you're not done with
me yet.
Hmm, I might ask you to lick my lips again "like that, like
that--", because you do it
exceptionally well. No one has ever licked me
quite like that, let me assure you, even after I did
it to them. I love how
you bothered to learn that about me. I guess you found the equivalent of
your earlobes, hmm? I have to kiss away the smugness again,
sigh.
You want me to talk because, you think, now I'll stutter or
gasp unexpectedly, and you'll be so
happy to have done that thing you do,
with your tongue. Is that how you like it? Me, gasping,
pleading with you,
into your mouth? I thought you liked it rough yesterday?
That too.
I understand. You just like to take away my breath, Harry. You
think I could live off only you.
I don't know, but lately I feel like I've been trying for a
while.
And I can't help but smile into your skin, as I think to
myself.
Yesterday you smiled into my skin, and whispered, like a
caress, nonsense about happiness.
Today, I'll let you convince me.
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