"Resolutions Kept", Harry/Draco, NC-17
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traintracksTitle: Resolutions Kept
Author:traintracks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100x11
Content: 8th year, prefect bathroom sex
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harry100's prompt #210: resolutions.
As Harry sinks into the perfumed bubbles of the gargantuan prefects' pool, he's silently chanting his new mantra, "I will not jerk off to thoughts of Malfoy, I will not jerk off to thoughts of Malfoy, I will not jerk off to thoughts of Malfoy…"
Because that's really all he's been doing lately. Ever since they've come back to school. Ever since Malfoy's filled out and gotten less mean and started giving Harry these…looks.
"I will NOT jerk off to thoughts of—"
The door to the bathroom opens behind him. Harry turns and the last word tumbles out. "Malfoy."
"Potter," Draco half-sneers. But he's also blinking and looking squirrelly and like he might just turn around and stalk out. "Didn't know you'd be in here," he says with a definite pout.
"I am a prefect," Harry feels the need to point out.
"Yeah well so am I," Draco returns.
"Fine."
"All right then."
But Draco still looks like he would rather befriend a Blast-Ended Skrewt than go starkers in front of Harry.
"Do you bloody MIND?" Draco huffs.
Harry turns back around, clearing his throat. "Whatever."
But as Draco exhales and then undresses, Harry peeks a few looks anyway.
And Merlin's soggy shorts, Draco Malfoy is HUNG. Hung like a centaur – Harry's heard. Harry catches glimpses out of the corner of his eye, but even just that… Fucking hell!
And it's not just big; it's half-erect.
Harry swallows as Malfoy descends into the bubbles several feet away, then crosses the pool to lounge directly across from Harry, his arms along the side.
They stare at each other.
"What," Draco says.
"What yourself," Harry answers. They've been through a bloody WAR and fought on the same side and THIS is what they've come to? What yourself? Harry compresses his lips.
"I don't need your shit tonight, Potter."
"Oh MY shit!" Harry laughs. "Yes, you have no shit, Draco. You sling no shit, like, EVER, right?"
Draco swims toward him a little. Harry supposes it's supposed to be a threatening breast stroke. He's not scared. Getting hard, yes, but he's not bloody scared. Least not of Draco hurting him. Even wandless they could both do a lot of damage to each other.
But it's not that.
He knows Draco would never hurt him.
Not anymore.
"What's your problem, Potter?"
"MY problem?"
"Quit bloody repeating everything I say!" Draco shouts, swimming closer.
"Sod off, I was here first," Harry says as though he's a third year all over again, thirteen and hot-headed and like the last thing he wants in his face is Draco Bloody Malfoy. The mantra repeats in Harry's head. And he's hard as the marble all around them. And he's sweating. And he wants him.
"Yeah, well, how about I kick your arse?" Draco says, and Merlin help him, Harry starts pre-coming.
"I can take you any day of the week and twice on Sunday, Malfoy."
"That right?" Draco swims closer, a foot away now.
"Fuck yes."
Closer still.
"I'd like to see you try," Draco says. Harry can feel his breath, he's so close. Draco's knees settle on either side of his thighs along the bench where he's sitting.
"Come a little closer, Malfoy," Harry dares, his voice hard as his cock.
"You think I won't?"
"That's right, you bastard. I think you—"
And then Draco's pressed to him full-on, straddling him, and their cocks mash together, and Draco's moving, rocking, and Harry can only gasp, can only grab Draco's hips under the water and yank him down and thrust up and fuck and fuck and FUCK!
Draco wraps his arms around him, and this is somewhere between dueling and an embrace. They're breathing against each other's mouths, not kissing. And Harry can only keep going. Can only stare into Draco's hard grey eyes as they do it. As they watch each other.
"I fucking hate you," Draco tells him breathlessly.
"I hate you more," Harry jibes.
And then Draco breaks – breaks into this beautiful smile – and Harry can't stand it and strikes, sealing their mouths together, touching tongues, going deep.
Harry's hand slips around to Draco's arse, the sweet crack, and he dips a finger down.
"Fuck you, Harry Potter." Draco drops a hand between them. As Harry's finger finds his hole and tickles its way into him, Draco fists them both and starts to pull, still bucking.
"Fuck YOU, Draco Malfoy," Harry can't help but say. Because he's a shit.
Draco laughs. "Oh my God, STOP THAT." But his hand and his hips move faster, and the water's splashing about like mad, and it's bloody perfect.
Then just before Harry knows he's going to come all over Draco Malfoy's huge cock, he has the interesting thought that, hey, at least he's not defying the mantra.
"Oh fuck Potter!" Draco's eyes squeeze shut. As he comes, Harry surprises him with another kiss, swallowing the sounds. He holds Draco by the hair and fucks his finger into him and kisses the sounds away.
Then he's coming, too, filling Draco's jacking fist, doing unspeakable harm to the prefects' pool, although nothing that hasn't been done to it before, Harry's sure. Then he isn't thinking at all, because he's coming with Draco Malfoy and kissing him and Draco's kissing him back and mewling now, moving slowly on his finger like it just feels so fucking good inside of him.
Then they're done and they're panting. They did it, Harry thinks dumbly. I did it with Draco Malfoy. And frankly, he's just shocked it took them this damned long.
Draco sits back a little as Harry withdraws his finger. He licks his lips. "I fucking needed that," Draco murmurs, smiling now just a little.
"Oh and I didn't?" Harry rejoins.
Draco laughs and shoves him. "Don't bloody start. I can't get hard again that fast."
"D'you want to…come up to my room?" Harry feels suddenly shy. If he had shoes to scuff on a floor, he would. "Like…for the night?"
Draco floats there in front of him, the water licking his nipples. "Your mates gone home for holiday?"
"Yeah. Yours?"
"Yeah."
"So…?"
"Yeah, okay."
They've fought a war together, but now they are boys. They are boys with a crush, having had sex for the first time, now embarrassed and happy.
Draco moves off, surges out of the pool, and Harry watches the muscles in his arms, the way the water pours off his long body. He wonders if Draco would be his boyfriend.
Draco holds out a hand to help him out of the pool.
Harry, smiling, thinks yes.
Author:
traintracksFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100x11
Content: 8th year, prefect bathroom sex
A/N: This is for
harry100's prompt #210: resolutions.As Harry sinks into the perfumed bubbles of the gargantuan prefects' pool, he's silently chanting his new mantra, "I will not jerk off to thoughts of Malfoy, I will not jerk off to thoughts of Malfoy, I will not jerk off to thoughts of Malfoy…"
Because that's really all he's been doing lately. Ever since they've come back to school. Ever since Malfoy's filled out and gotten less mean and started giving Harry these…looks.
"I will NOT jerk off to thoughts of—"
The door to the bathroom opens behind him. Harry turns and the last word tumbles out. "Malfoy."
"Potter," Draco half-sneers. But he's also blinking and looking squirrelly and like he might just turn around and stalk out. "Didn't know you'd be in here," he says with a definite pout.
"I am a prefect," Harry feels the need to point out.
"Yeah well so am I," Draco returns.
"Fine."
"All right then."
But Draco still looks like he would rather befriend a Blast-Ended Skrewt than go starkers in front of Harry.
"Do you bloody MIND?" Draco huffs.
Harry turns back around, clearing his throat. "Whatever."
But as Draco exhales and then undresses, Harry peeks a few looks anyway.
And Merlin's soggy shorts, Draco Malfoy is HUNG. Hung like a centaur – Harry's heard. Harry catches glimpses out of the corner of his eye, but even just that… Fucking hell!
And it's not just big; it's half-erect.
Harry swallows as Malfoy descends into the bubbles several feet away, then crosses the pool to lounge directly across from Harry, his arms along the side.
They stare at each other.
"What," Draco says.
"What yourself," Harry answers. They've been through a bloody WAR and fought on the same side and THIS is what they've come to? What yourself? Harry compresses his lips.
"I don't need your shit tonight, Potter."
"Oh MY shit!" Harry laughs. "Yes, you have no shit, Draco. You sling no shit, like, EVER, right?"
Draco swims toward him a little. Harry supposes it's supposed to be a threatening breast stroke. He's not scared. Getting hard, yes, but he's not bloody scared. Least not of Draco hurting him. Even wandless they could both do a lot of damage to each other.
But it's not that.
He knows Draco would never hurt him.
Not anymore.
"What's your problem, Potter?"
"MY problem?"
"Quit bloody repeating everything I say!" Draco shouts, swimming closer.
"Sod off, I was here first," Harry says as though he's a third year all over again, thirteen and hot-headed and like the last thing he wants in his face is Draco Bloody Malfoy. The mantra repeats in Harry's head. And he's hard as the marble all around them. And he's sweating. And he wants him.
"Yeah, well, how about I kick your arse?" Draco says, and Merlin help him, Harry starts pre-coming.
"I can take you any day of the week and twice on Sunday, Malfoy."
"That right?" Draco swims closer, a foot away now.
"Fuck yes."
Closer still.
"I'd like to see you try," Draco says. Harry can feel his breath, he's so close. Draco's knees settle on either side of his thighs along the bench where he's sitting.
"Come a little closer, Malfoy," Harry dares, his voice hard as his cock.
"You think I won't?"
"That's right, you bastard. I think you—"
And then Draco's pressed to him full-on, straddling him, and their cocks mash together, and Draco's moving, rocking, and Harry can only gasp, can only grab Draco's hips under the water and yank him down and thrust up and fuck and fuck and FUCK!
Draco wraps his arms around him, and this is somewhere between dueling and an embrace. They're breathing against each other's mouths, not kissing. And Harry can only keep going. Can only stare into Draco's hard grey eyes as they do it. As they watch each other.
"I fucking hate you," Draco tells him breathlessly.
"I hate you more," Harry jibes.
And then Draco breaks – breaks into this beautiful smile – and Harry can't stand it and strikes, sealing their mouths together, touching tongues, going deep.
Harry's hand slips around to Draco's arse, the sweet crack, and he dips a finger down.
"Fuck you, Harry Potter." Draco drops a hand between them. As Harry's finger finds his hole and tickles its way into him, Draco fists them both and starts to pull, still bucking.
"Fuck YOU, Draco Malfoy," Harry can't help but say. Because he's a shit.
Draco laughs. "Oh my God, STOP THAT." But his hand and his hips move faster, and the water's splashing about like mad, and it's bloody perfect.
Then just before Harry knows he's going to come all over Draco Malfoy's huge cock, he has the interesting thought that, hey, at least he's not defying the mantra.
"Oh fuck Potter!" Draco's eyes squeeze shut. As he comes, Harry surprises him with another kiss, swallowing the sounds. He holds Draco by the hair and fucks his finger into him and kisses the sounds away.
Then he's coming, too, filling Draco's jacking fist, doing unspeakable harm to the prefects' pool, although nothing that hasn't been done to it before, Harry's sure. Then he isn't thinking at all, because he's coming with Draco Malfoy and kissing him and Draco's kissing him back and mewling now, moving slowly on his finger like it just feels so fucking good inside of him.
Then they're done and they're panting. They did it, Harry thinks dumbly. I did it with Draco Malfoy. And frankly, he's just shocked it took them this damned long.
Draco sits back a little as Harry withdraws his finger. He licks his lips. "I fucking needed that," Draco murmurs, smiling now just a little.
"Oh and I didn't?" Harry rejoins.
Draco laughs and shoves him. "Don't bloody start. I can't get hard again that fast."
"D'you want to…come up to my room?" Harry feels suddenly shy. If he had shoes to scuff on a floor, he would. "Like…for the night?"
Draco floats there in front of him, the water licking his nipples. "Your mates gone home for holiday?"
"Yeah. Yours?"
"Yeah."
"So…?"
"Yeah, okay."
They've fought a war together, but now they are boys. They are boys with a crush, having had sex for the first time, now embarrassed and happy.
Draco moves off, surges out of the pool, and Harry watches the muscles in his arms, the way the water pours off his long body. He wonders if Draco would be his boyfriend.
Draco holds out a hand to help him out of the pool.
Harry, smiling, thinks yes.
