The Watcher
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,921
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Watcher
Pairing: HP/DM with a side helping of SS
Disclaimer: Not mine but JKR\'s *rage, weep, hiccup*
Beta: The brilliant & grammatically correct noesnifunifa
The Watcher
Severus watches.
He never touches.
His hands are tainted with the blood and pain of the innocent. He cannot allow those same hands the pleasure of such untainted flesh.
Tonight he sits in his usual chair, close, but not too close, and watches as Draco endures the heat of Harry’s mouth sliding around his cock.
As always, when Draco looks his way, his eyes are challenging. When he catches Severus’ gaze, he does not look away, but mumbles disjointed filth, a sirens call: ‘come touch us, come fuck us’, as his hips thrust up in a mesmerising rhythm, arms grasping at the bedstead. He fucks Harry and Severus both, Harry with his cock and Severus with his eyes.
When he comes, he screams both of their names until they eventually merge into one incoherent word. ‘Sevhar.’
Harry swallows every drop and looks extremely pleased with himself as he flops back onto his elbows, trying to catch his breath. However, Draco wastes no time on rest. He grasps one of Harry’s ankles and pulls the giggling Gryffindor towards him roughly, which makes Harry wriggle around evasively for a time until Draco finally manages to get purchase on Harry’s slippery flesh.
When Harry looks at Severus, he is not so blatant. He shoots him a coy look from beneath thick black lashes. When Severus has the willpower to drag his eyes away from Harry’s bruised and panting mouth and look him in the eyes, Harry flushes an enchanting pink. He thrusts into Draco’s mouth languidly, and whines out his pleasure like a delighted puppy.
When Harry comes, Severus and Draco’s names are nothing more than a reverent breath.
Severus watches silently as Draco crawls up Harry’s body for lazy licks and shameless cuddles. Their soft and sated ‘hums’ and wet-sounding kisses do more to his tortured cock than their previous mischiefs. Severus wonders how they taste, of each other no doubt, and it takes all his self-discipline not to lurch over to the bed and find out.
~
Draco always leaves first.
He dresses methodically, diligently smoothing down wrinkles and stray silver hairs until he is immaculate once more. He glides over to Severus gracefully and places a chaste kiss on his thin lips. Then he winks at Harry and takes his reluctant leave.
Harry drags it out.
He dresses slowly but carelessly. His hair sticks up in a multitude of directions, but Harry pays it no mind. When he trots over to Severus’ chair, eyes cast down at the floor, rather than kissing his mouth, he rubs their cheeks together - silk on stubble - and sighs before fleeing the room, almost tripping on his untied shoelaces in the process.
All the while Severus sits pokerfaced, his fingers grasping the arms of his chair desperately.
His boys; outwardly so in control, so worshiped, Harry inciting reverent awe, Draco demanding breathtaking fear. Only for him are they so wanting and needy.
They will return tomorrow, at midnight, without fail. They will stand at his chamber door, one smirking, the other biting his worried lips, but both slightly uncertain and both begging silently for his attention.
He will let them in and they will both sigh with relief and spend the next two hours clambering for his approval, be it through talk of Potions or the Dark Arts or their wit and guile at not being found out yet. Their love for each other (and Severus) is still a secret because they both play their roles so magnificently. He cannot help but smile indulgently as they bask in his gaze and their own cleverness.
Eventually, the shy touches will begin and they will lose themselves in hot, wet kisses, which will ultimately escalate beyond their control.
But he will only watch.
You see; if he doesn’t touch, then he can delude himself into believing that what he does, he does only for them.
Fin~
*grin* Hope you like it *waves and walks away singing*
\'So you see how twisted it becomes
See how quickly twisted it becomes
When the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead
That ain\'t love, no that ain\'t love\'
Babyshambles - Arcady
Disclaimer: Not mine but JKR\'s *rage, weep, hiccup*
Beta: The brilliant & grammatically correct noesnifunifa
The Watcher
Severus watches.
He never touches.
His hands are tainted with the blood and pain of the innocent. He cannot allow those same hands the pleasure of such untainted flesh.
Tonight he sits in his usual chair, close, but not too close, and watches as Draco endures the heat of Harry’s mouth sliding around his cock.
As always, when Draco looks his way, his eyes are challenging. When he catches Severus’ gaze, he does not look away, but mumbles disjointed filth, a sirens call: ‘come touch us, come fuck us’, as his hips thrust up in a mesmerising rhythm, arms grasping at the bedstead. He fucks Harry and Severus both, Harry with his cock and Severus with his eyes.
When he comes, he screams both of their names until they eventually merge into one incoherent word. ‘Sevhar.’
Harry swallows every drop and looks extremely pleased with himself as he flops back onto his elbows, trying to catch his breath. However, Draco wastes no time on rest. He grasps one of Harry’s ankles and pulls the giggling Gryffindor towards him roughly, which makes Harry wriggle around evasively for a time until Draco finally manages to get purchase on Harry’s slippery flesh.
When Harry looks at Severus, he is not so blatant. He shoots him a coy look from beneath thick black lashes. When Severus has the willpower to drag his eyes away from Harry’s bruised and panting mouth and look him in the eyes, Harry flushes an enchanting pink. He thrusts into Draco’s mouth languidly, and whines out his pleasure like a delighted puppy.
When Harry comes, Severus and Draco’s names are nothing more than a reverent breath.
Severus watches silently as Draco crawls up Harry’s body for lazy licks and shameless cuddles. Their soft and sated ‘hums’ and wet-sounding kisses do more to his tortured cock than their previous mischiefs. Severus wonders how they taste, of each other no doubt, and it takes all his self-discipline not to lurch over to the bed and find out.
~
Draco always leaves first.
He dresses methodically, diligently smoothing down wrinkles and stray silver hairs until he is immaculate once more. He glides over to Severus gracefully and places a chaste kiss on his thin lips. Then he winks at Harry and takes his reluctant leave.
Harry drags it out.
He dresses slowly but carelessly. His hair sticks up in a multitude of directions, but Harry pays it no mind. When he trots over to Severus’ chair, eyes cast down at the floor, rather than kissing his mouth, he rubs their cheeks together - silk on stubble - and sighs before fleeing the room, almost tripping on his untied shoelaces in the process.
All the while Severus sits pokerfaced, his fingers grasping the arms of his chair desperately.
His boys; outwardly so in control, so worshiped, Harry inciting reverent awe, Draco demanding breathtaking fear. Only for him are they so wanting and needy.
They will return tomorrow, at midnight, without fail. They will stand at his chamber door, one smirking, the other biting his worried lips, but both slightly uncertain and both begging silently for his attention.
He will let them in and they will both sigh with relief and spend the next two hours clambering for his approval, be it through talk of Potions or the Dark Arts or their wit and guile at not being found out yet. Their love for each other (and Severus) is still a secret because they both play their roles so magnificently. He cannot help but smile indulgently as they bask in his gaze and their own cleverness.
Eventually, the shy touches will begin and they will lose themselves in hot, wet kisses, which will ultimately escalate beyond their control.
But he will only watch.
You see; if he doesn’t touch, then he can delude himself into believing that what he does, he does only for them.
Fin~
*grin* Hope you like it *waves and walks away singing*
\'So you see how twisted it becomes
See how quickly twisted it becomes
When the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead
That ain\'t love, no that ain\'t love\'
Babyshambles - Arcady