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traintracks) wrote2014-02-12 09:50 am
traintracks) wrote2014-02-12 09:50 am
Birthday Fic for Capitu: "Consolation Prize", Harry/Draco, NC-17
Title: Consolation Prize
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
traintracks
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x3
Summary: There are no losers in this game.
Content: post-Quidditch shower sex ('nuff said)
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
harry100's prompt 227, "Champion" but more importantly for capitu's birthday!!!!! I hope it is a fabulous one! Thank you for all you do for this fandom. <3 (Unbeta'd, so my apologizes for any mistakes! But a big thank you to birdsofshore for the teensy Brit-pick! The loo is now the bathroom! \o/)
It's not the locker room showers where they meet afterward anymore but the one at home. Harry's done his best to recreate the ambiance, of course, though he's stopped short of manufacturing the smell of feet.
When they finish their game, and Harry has once again caught the Snitch, it's time for him to claim his prize as the rightful champion.
Draco rolls his eyes and trudges indoors as though it is a trying ordeal.
"Cheer up, Malfoy," Potter tells him. "The odds are all for you catching it again someday."
They've reached the bathroom, and Potter's begun to strip.
Under the water, Draco says it, "Well, Potter. Take your prize." It's bloody difficult not to smile, to keep sneering, but he manages.
Harry-- no, Potter -- looks like an arrogant git. Draco's cock swells.
Potter slams him to the wall. Draco's breath leaves him in a rush.
Potter's on his knees in no time and drawing Draco's cock deep into his mouth. Draco goes fully hard with two bobs of Potter's head. He reaches up and wraps his hands around the showerhead, closing his eyes on the glory that is Harry Potter's mouth.
Draco pants, and Potter hums softly.
Draco would drop his hand into Harry's hair and stroke it. He'd hold his face and thrust like mad. But this is Potter's win. Draco isn't supposed to want it.
Never mind that he let Harry win. Never mind that Harry knows this, knows they're well-matched.
Draco comes a high whine into Harry's mouth, peeks down to watch his spunk dribble out over Potter's lips. Closes his eyes again, because it's too good.
Potter stands, grinning, triumphant.
"Well?" he asks. "What do you want for your consolation prize?"
Draco glances down at Harry's cock. He meets his eyes again…and smiles.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x3
Summary: There are no losers in this game.
Content: post-Quidditch shower sex ('nuff said)
A/N: Written for
harry100's prompt 227, "Champion" but more importantly for capitu's birthday!!!!! I hope it is a fabulous one! Thank you for all you do for this fandom. <3 (Unbeta'd, so my apologizes for any mistakes! But a big thank you to birdsofshore for the teensy Brit-pick! The loo is now the bathroom! \o/)It's not the locker room showers where they meet afterward anymore but the one at home. Harry's done his best to recreate the ambiance, of course, though he's stopped short of manufacturing the smell of feet.
When they finish their game, and Harry has once again caught the Snitch, it's time for him to claim his prize as the rightful champion.
Draco rolls his eyes and trudges indoors as though it is a trying ordeal.
"Cheer up, Malfoy," Potter tells him. "The odds are all for you catching it again someday."
They've reached the bathroom, and Potter's begun to strip.
Under the water, Draco says it, "Well, Potter. Take your prize." It's bloody difficult not to smile, to keep sneering, but he manages.
Harry-- no, Potter -- looks like an arrogant git. Draco's cock swells.
Potter slams him to the wall. Draco's breath leaves him in a rush.
Potter's on his knees in no time and drawing Draco's cock deep into his mouth. Draco goes fully hard with two bobs of Potter's head. He reaches up and wraps his hands around the showerhead, closing his eyes on the glory that is Harry Potter's mouth.
Draco pants, and Potter hums softly.
Draco would drop his hand into Harry's hair and stroke it. He'd hold his face and thrust like mad. But this is Potter's win. Draco isn't supposed to want it.
Never mind that he let Harry win. Never mind that Harry knows this, knows they're well-matched.
Draco comes a high whine into Harry's mouth, peeks down to watch his spunk dribble out over Potter's lips. Closes his eyes again, because it's too good.
Potter stands, grinning, triumphant.
"Well?" he asks. "What do you want for your consolation prize?"
Draco glances down at Harry's cock. He meets his eyes again…and smiles.