Sex Scene

Title: Sex Scene
Author: RandomDeviant
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: M/M, anal, oral
Disclaimer: J.K. owns them, I\'m just ruining the fandom with my attempts to write a fic about them.
Summary: Just a simple sex scene.
A/N: I\'m posting this because I need to know if I can write sex or not. If I get good reviews then this will be included in the novel-length H/D I\'m working on. If not then I\'ll just write a PG-13 story and be sad. Advice, opinions, criticisms are needed, wanted, and begged for. Brutal honesty will be rewarded with my never writing crappy fanfic again. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!

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Timidly, Harry reach out his hand and let his fingertips just barely ghost across Draco’s collar bone and almost moaned as he felt the shiver pass over Draco’s skin. He didn\'t pull away though and Harry took that as permission, letting just the pads of his fingers trace along the boy’s shoulder, down his arm and back up, across his collar bone once again and then up Draco’s pale neck, all the while following with his eyes. Draco’s skin was smooth and thin, not rough like Harry’s own and he reveled in the feel of it. As his fingers came up to Draco’s cheek Harry leaned in and took Draco’s lips in a soft but firm kiss, never letting up on his caresses. His head was spinning and his face hot as he ran his palms up Draco’s sides and over his firm toned stomach. He moved his kiss across Draco’s jaw line, nibbling here and there as his fingers played around the boy’s bellybutton. \"You taste so good,\" Harry whispered against Draco\'s pulse point, feeling the boy\'s heartbeat against his cheek before beginning his exploration in earnest.

\"Don\'t stop,\" Draco moaned when Harry suckled below his ear and he pulled the boy closer so that their chests were touching as he ran his hands up and down Harry’s back. They shivered against each other, both feeling light headed and warm as they kissed and touched. With more daring than he thought he possessed, Draco slowly slipped his hand down Harry’s stomach to the warm bulge in the boy’s pants, kneading the hardness with his palm. Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth at the feeling and pressed his hips forward for more.

Wanting to give Draco the same pleasure, Harry moved his hand to cradle Draco’s hip before slipping it over to his groin and teasing the erection there with the heel of his palm. The two looked to each other with flushed faces and eyes clouded with arousal.

“I want you,” Harry said, bringing Draco’s hand up to place a chaste kiss on his palm.

“Let me see you,” Draco whispered. Harry nodded and went to undo his belt when his hands were swatted away. Harry’s mind was spinning at just the thought of having Draco see him, all of him. It was exciting and sexy and made the small of his back tingle in little spikes. He’d never been naked in front of anyone in this way, and part of Harry knew he should be more nervous, but it was only a very small part. He wanted this, wanted to be seen and touched and he wanted to see and touch and he didn’t have the heart to care when every part of him was screaming that this was right. He shuddered when the cool dungeon air hit his bare legs as his too-big jeans fell from his hips and he stepped out of them. When he felt Draco‘s fingertips hook over the waste-band of his boxers, Harry bit into his cheek to keep from groaning and almost brought blood when they were pushed to the floor. He met Draco’s eyes as the boy stood, and he grew impossibly harder when Draco hummed and ran hands across his bare thighs before running one finger up the underside of his cock.

“You’re a good size,” Draco whispered, tracing the same line back down. Hearing those words from Draco was enough to make him come right then and there but Harry willed himself not to.

“Let me see you,” Harry gave Draco’s words back to him. He wanted to protest when Draco’s teasing finger left his erection but lost the thought as he watched Draco’s slim fingers undo his belt buckle and zipper before pulling both pants and boxers down and off. This time Harry couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips at seeing so much of that wonderful skin. Draco was muscular, but not bulky, just fit and strong. He was all sharp angles, his collar bones perfect and straight, his hip bones jutting down evenly to a nest curls that were even lighter blonde than his hair.

“You’re different than me,” Harry whispered, running his hands down the boy’s flat stomach slowly.

“Is that a bad thing?” Draco asked softly, hissing when Harry touched his foreskin just barely.

“No, I’ve just never. . .” Harry trailed off. Draco took Harry’s hand and wrapped it loosely around his cock.

“You push it back,” Draco said, moving Harry’s hand in slow shallow thrusts. It felt different in his palm, softer and Harry loved the feel of it.

“So sexy,” Harry whispered, blushing at his own words as he watched Draco’s cock-head show on every stroke.

“Feels good,” Draco moaned and Harry’s own cock twitched as his free hand slid up to Draco’s nape to pull him into a kiss. Harry was light-headed at the sensations. Someone was touching him *there* and he was touching someone, Draco, *there* and Draco was doing the most amazing things with his tongue. Harry tried to give back but his hand and mouth refused to fall into the same pace but it didn’t matter because Draco was trembling just like he was.

What felt like fingertips caressed the back of his bellybutton and Harry knew that he couldn’t take much more. For a moment he wanted to pull away, wanted to make this last. He had almost made up his mind when Draco leaned in, guiding him back towards the four poster until the backs of his knees hit and he sank back onto the bed, Draco following him down. They lay there in a tangle, moving against each other amid sloppy delicious kisses, and all thoughts of stopping fell from Harry’s mind as he realized that the slick silk sheets weren’t half as soft as Draco’s skin against his own. Harry sucked on Draco’s bottom lip, nicking at it with his teeth on every other stroke to Draco’s cock until the blonde pulled away.

“Can I. . .I want to taste you,” Draco whispered and Harry was almost fearful at the want in Draco’s eyes. He nodded, not able to find words just then, and moaned when Draco kissed his temple just barely. It was the first of a long line of wet kisses down his neck and chest, over his hip bones and thighs. Draco’s fingertips traced along behind his lips making Harry’s skin goose all over as the blonde moved down his body until those same fingertips came to play in the nest of tiny black curls at his crotch. There was hot breath rolling over the head of his cock and Harry’s eyes flew open and he watched as the pink tip of Draco’s tongue peeked out and slid over the slit. Harry moaned and shoved his fingers into his mouth to keep from screaming out. Draco’s tongue was hot and slick and wet and felt so good as it teased his crown before following the largest vein down the length of his prick. Though he’d never questioned it before, Harry knew now that this had to have been what tongues were meant for. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes as Draco’s lips joined that unbelievable tongue and Harry’s cock was pulled so slowly across coral-colored lips and into the heat of Draco’s mouth. It was too much and not enough and Harry’s hands flew to Draco’s shoulders and he tugged, trying to pull him up and push him back down at the same time, fighting both his urges.

He pulled Draco up, hissing as the cool air hit his hot wet cock, and crushed his lips against Draco’s as he pushed the boy back onto the bed and covered his body with his own and felt Draco‘s legs come up to wrap around his waste. His tongue begged it’s way into that sweet mouth and he hummed. Draco tasted like come and spit, passion and old grudges, and Harry moaned as he slid his hand between their bodies to Draco’s cock. His eyes flew open in surprise when Draco took hold of his wrist, pulling his hand up to take Harry’s finger into his mouth. Draco suckled it, his tongue swirling wetly around it’s length before he pulled it out with a soft pop. Harry looked into crystal gray eyes as his hand was guided down Draco’s body, across a soft pale stomach, beside Draco’s pink-red erection, over soft napped balls, and down to the place where Harry suddenly wanted so badly to be.

The first touch of his split-slick finger to Draco’s velvet pucker made Harry’s eyes roll back into his head and his jaw go slack. He never noticed when Draco’s hand fell away, too busy caressing the soft tightness and feeling it slowly give under his touch until the his finger made it’s way inside.

The hitch of breath against his chest made Harry open his eyes. Draco’s diamond hair was in tangles against the dark green pillowcase, his cheeks a shade of pink that Harry thought he’d never seen before, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. . .Harry squeezed his own erection to try and force back the orgasm that threatened.

He moved his finger in slow circles with tiny shallow thrusts until Draco moaned and bared down on his hand, silently asking for more. Harry watched as the blond reach out a trembling hand to the bedside table and picked up a small silver decanter. Harry slowly pulled back, letting his finger slip from Draco’s body. Harry took in the heady smell of sandalwood as Draco pulled the stopper. Harry sighed as Draco took his hand and tipped out the thick amber liquid over his fingers. It warmed in his hand as he reach back down and slipped his finger into Draco‘s body. There was hardly any resistance this time and Harry brought a second finger up to tease the skin around Draco’s opening before pushing it gently in along side the first. Harry groaned and slammed his eyes shut when he felt a hot wet hand close around his erection, stroking him so slowly it was almost painful. He leaned down, latching on to the skin at the hollow of Draco’s throat, lavishing it with equally slow kisses as he worked his fingers in and out of Draco‘s most secret place.

“Harry. . .please,” Draco sobbed and Harry stilled. His whole body shivered at knowing what Draco wanted, what *he* wanted. He pulled his fingers from Draco’s body and looked into quicksilver eyes. Draco nodded, giving Harry’s erection a final squeeze before bringing his hands up to Harry’s face and pulling him into a tender kiss. It was a promise; made up of teeth and lips and tongue.

Harry stroked himself slowly before gripping his cock at the base and guiding it toward Draco’s pucker. He moaned as the head slid in, but stilled when Draco hissed into his mouth. He wanted so badly to just slam into that tight heat, but held back, not wanting to cause pain. It was sweet slow torture, sinking in inch by inch, as Draco’s muscles relaxed and pulsed around him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside.

When the tip of his cock nudged a spot inside Draco, the blonde cried out and for a moment Harry went stock still, only to realize that it was pleasure twisting Draco’s face and not pain. Draco moaned and Harry took up his thrusts in earnest now, wanting to give that feeling to Draco again, to see those sharp features relax and Draco‘s mouth form that perfect ‘O‘.

The air was filled with pants and moans, with sobbed cries of ’yes’ and ’gods’ and ’more’ and ’please’ and Harry never knew whether they were from Draco or himself, too busy focusing on the tight hot squeeze around his cock, the feel of Draco’s hands running up and down his back, with kissing and licking at Draco’s throat just to taste him. It was fast and then slow again, sometimes lazy and other times hurried, but always real.

When Draco came after a single stroke from Harry’s sweat-slick hand, it drew the orgasm from him in a rush. It was every cliché Harry had ever heard but it was *his* and it was *real*. This moment, the flush of Draco’s cheeks and chest as he came, the sound of his own name panted across the shell of his ear, the feel of coming deep inside that slick clenching heat, the smell of sweat and sandalwood, the feel of soft cheeks meeting the skin of his hips, the hands that gripped his own fiercely . . .it was his.

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