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traintracksTitle: Cold Days, Warm Nights
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 525
Warnings: school-aged (otherwise unspecified), a terrible title
Summary: In the middle of the night, up in Gryffindor tower, Potter and Malfoy have a secret.
A/N: Written fortorino10154's Blowjob Friday!
The air was cold, but under the blankets it was very warm. His legs were especially toasty where Draco lay between them. Harry's cock was more than cozy in the suckling heat of Draco's mouth.
"Nnf," Harry couldn't help but moan when Draco tortured his slit. Harry tangled his hand in the boy's hair and moved slowly, back deep into his mouth. He'd worked a few spells so the others wouldn't hear or see them and would keep sleeping through the harsh winter night. But Harry still considered any noise a risk, such that when Draco sucked off, nuzzled his wet cock, and whispered, "Harry…" he felt the obligation to slap his face lightly. He felt Draco smile against his hip, then he went down on Harry once more.
It wasn't too long before Harry was bucking into that wicked mouth, both hands shoved in Draco's hair, head tossing on the pillow. When he came, Draco swallowed it, humming as though it were a pleasure.
Harry panted, and Draco crawled up his body until his disheveled head cleared the blankets and he held himself over Harry, smiling.
"You're a ponce," Harry told him.
Draco leaned down and murmured against his lips, "Even more than you know. I just came on your sheets and didn't clean it up. It's somewhere down by your bare feet." He was smiling the while he said it.
"Sod off, Malfoy," Harry laughed.
"You first."
And then they were kissing. And that was the worst part by far. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, tasting the sharp cream of his own spunk, and Draco's lips were soft, his tongue licking deep into Harry's mouth, his body…wonderful.
It would be just that much harder to pretend he hated him tomorrow.
"I'll see you at breakfast," Draco whispered, nuzzling his jaw, eyes closing in what looked like contentedness, showing all he couldn't during the day.
"Not if I see you first," Harry joked.
But it fell flat. "Right," Draco said, swallowing, his eyes going hard and cold.
He was pulling away, about to spell on his clothes, when Harry jerked him back down, rolled them over, and kissed him so hard, he'd no doubt their lips would bruise. He held Draco down and kissed him until the other boy groaned into his mouth. Then they blinked at each other in the dark, until Draco whispered, "I have to go," and slithered out from under him. He was only in his socks, and Harry stifled a little laugh as he looked at Draco's bare white bum, watched him look for his pants, finally watched him dress once more. He leaned his head on his hand and watched…and watched…and got his fill for another twenty-four hours.
Tomorrow they'd sneer and jibe and fight.
Tomorrow they'd be Malfoy and Potter, Slytherin and Gryffindor.
But tonight -- as Draco leaned down to kiss Harry hard once more, unable, it seemed, to leave without that -- they were lovers. And Harry loved him.
They held hands until they couldn't reach any longer, and then Draco was gone and Harry was alone with a bed significantly colder than before.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 525
Warnings: school-aged (otherwise unspecified), a terrible title
Summary: In the middle of the night, up in Gryffindor tower, Potter and Malfoy have a secret.
A/N: Written for
torino10154's Blowjob Friday!The air was cold, but under the blankets it was very warm. His legs were especially toasty where Draco lay between them. Harry's cock was more than cozy in the suckling heat of Draco's mouth.
"Nnf," Harry couldn't help but moan when Draco tortured his slit. Harry tangled his hand in the boy's hair and moved slowly, back deep into his mouth. He'd worked a few spells so the others wouldn't hear or see them and would keep sleeping through the harsh winter night. But Harry still considered any noise a risk, such that when Draco sucked off, nuzzled his wet cock, and whispered, "Harry…" he felt the obligation to slap his face lightly. He felt Draco smile against his hip, then he went down on Harry once more.
It wasn't too long before Harry was bucking into that wicked mouth, both hands shoved in Draco's hair, head tossing on the pillow. When he came, Draco swallowed it, humming as though it were a pleasure.
Harry panted, and Draco crawled up his body until his disheveled head cleared the blankets and he held himself over Harry, smiling.
"You're a ponce," Harry told him.
Draco leaned down and murmured against his lips, "Even more than you know. I just came on your sheets and didn't clean it up. It's somewhere down by your bare feet." He was smiling the while he said it.
"Sod off, Malfoy," Harry laughed.
"You first."
And then they were kissing. And that was the worst part by far. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, tasting the sharp cream of his own spunk, and Draco's lips were soft, his tongue licking deep into Harry's mouth, his body…wonderful.
It would be just that much harder to pretend he hated him tomorrow.
"I'll see you at breakfast," Draco whispered, nuzzling his jaw, eyes closing in what looked like contentedness, showing all he couldn't during the day.
"Not if I see you first," Harry joked.
But it fell flat. "Right," Draco said, swallowing, his eyes going hard and cold.
He was pulling away, about to spell on his clothes, when Harry jerked him back down, rolled them over, and kissed him so hard, he'd no doubt their lips would bruise. He held Draco down and kissed him until the other boy groaned into his mouth. Then they blinked at each other in the dark, until Draco whispered, "I have to go," and slithered out from under him. He was only in his socks, and Harry stifled a little laugh as he looked at Draco's bare white bum, watched him look for his pants, finally watched him dress once more. He leaned his head on his hand and watched…and watched…and got his fill for another twenty-four hours.
Tomorrow they'd sneer and jibe and fight.
Tomorrow they'd be Malfoy and Potter, Slytherin and Gryffindor.
But tonight -- as Draco leaned down to kiss Harry hard once more, unable, it seemed, to leave without that -- they were lovers. And Harry loved him.
They held hands until they couldn't reach any longer, and then Draco was gone and Harry was alone with a bed significantly colder than before.
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