Sex Scene

Title: Sex Scene *REVISED*
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: This is the revised version of \'sex scene\'. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the original post with constructive comments!!! 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!!!!


Timidly, Harry reach out his hand and let his fingertips just barely ghost across Draco’s collar bone, almost moaning as he felt the shiver pass over Draco’s skin at the touch. The blonde 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 of curls that were even lighter blonde than his hair. Draco’s thick hooded cock stood tall, the tip just touching the bottom of his bellybutton.

“You’re different than me,” Harry said of Draco‘s foreskin, 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. . .it‘s different,” Harry said. Draco took Harry’s hand and wrapped it loosely around his erection.

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

“Is that okay?” Harry whispered as he watched Draco’s cock-head show on every stroke.

“Feels great,” 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 full bottom lip, nipping 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. “Oh god,“ Harry moaned and shoved his fingers into his mouth to keep from screaming out. Draco’s tongue was warm 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. “Oh my god, don’t stop.“ Tears burned at the corners of his eyes as Draco’s lips joined that unbelievable tongue and Harry’s cock was pulled slowly across coral-colored lips and into the overwhelming 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.

“Stop. . .I can’t. . .“ He said as he pulled Draco up, hissing as the cool air hit his hot wet cock. He crushed his lips against Draco’s as he pushed the boy back onto the bed and covered his body with his own, Draco‘s legs coming up to wrap around his waist. 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. “Draco, I don’t--I‘ve never--”

“It’s okay, just be gentle,” Draco said softly, bringing his free hand up to cup Harry’s cheek. “I want this.” Harry couldn‘t respond as the first touch of his split-slick finger to Draco’s velvet pucker made his 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. “I’m sorry, I didn’t--”

“It‘s okay, just. . .new,” Draco said softly, trailing his hands over Harry’s thighs. His white-blonde hair was in tangles against the dark green pillowcase, his cheeks a shade of pink that Harry was sure he’d never seen before. He groaned and squeezed his own erection to try and force back the orgasm that threatened at just seeing Draco that way.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” Harry asked, placing a small kiss on Draco’s chin.

“’s okay, just don’t stop,” Draco said breathlessly, and Harry didn’t. For a long time Harry moved his finger in slow circles with tiny shallow thrusts, fit to burst at the feel of Draco’s body pulsing around his finger. When Draco keened and bared down on his hand, Harry stilled. “More, please more.”

“What do I do?” Harry asked, and watched as the blond reach out a trembling hand to the bedside table and picked up a small silver decanter.

“Give me your hand,“ Draco said and Harry slowly pulled back, letting his finger slip from Draco’s body. The heady smell of sandalwood filled the air as Draco pulled the stopper. “This will make it easier. Just go slow,” Draco said, taking his hand and tipping out the thick amber liquid over his fingers.

“Feels nice,“ Harry said, the liquid warming quickly 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. “You’re so tight.”

“Oh god,” Draco moaned and pulled Harry down to lay slow wet kisses across his shoulder. Harry latched 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 opening. For what felt like hours they kissed and touched as Draco’s body relaxed and his hole slowly loosened until Harry was pumping three fingers into him with ease.

“Harry. . .please,” Draco sobbed and Harry slammed his eyes shut when he felt a hot wet hand close around his erection, stroking him so slowly it was almost painful. 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.

“Are you sure,” Harry asked, running his thumb over Draco’s bottom lip.

“Yes. . .I want to feel you. . .inside me,” Draco whispered, hot breath ghosting over Harry’s cheek.

“I want you so much,” Harry said softly, trailing his hand down to his aching erection. He stroked himself slowly before gripping his cock at the base and guiding it toward Draco’s pucker. It felt strange but good against the tip of his cock, and Harry bit his lip at the resistance Draco’s opening gave as he pressed forward as slowly as he could stand to. The surge of heat that went through him as just the head of his cock slid in was almost overpowering and Harry just knew he’d come. Draco’s body was *squeezing* him and the friction was heaven and Harry pushed his hips forward wanting more but stilled when Draco hissed into his mouth.

“Draco, I--“

“No, I--please, Harry, please don’t stop,” Draco whimpered beneath him. Harry ran a hand up Draco’s chest and over his arm, clasping Draco’s hand and intertwining their fingers in a tight grip before pressing his mouth to Draco’s in a slow thrilling kiss. Long moments were spent just tasting each other, Harry’s tongue caressing the inside of Draco’s top lip as Draco nipped at his bottom one. Gently, Harry began to circle his hips, driving his cock forward into Draco’s body. 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 around him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside until his full length was surrounded by unbelievable warmth.

‘You feel so good Draco, so good,” Harry moaned, licking at Draco’s jaw as he pulled his hips back just a bit before thrusting back in just barely.

\"Yesss,\" Draco hissed in a fierce whisper, his head sinking back into the pillow as his hand gripped Harry‘s shoulder, “oh god yes.”

From then on the air was filled with breathy pants and deep moans, sobbed cries of ’yes’ and ’gods’ and ’more’ and ’please’ hung between them as each thrust drove both closer to bliss. 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 hand running up and down his back, with kissing and licking at Draco’s throat and chest just to taste him. It was fast and then slow again, sometimes lazy and other times hurried. The head of Draco’s cock, just barely wet with pre-come, slicked against the bottom of his belly on every back-thrust and the feel of it, of knowing that it was for him, because of him, was making Harry’s balls clench with excitement.

“You feel so good. . .Harry. . .gods,” Draco panted, dull nails digging into Harry’s shoulder.

“I can feel. . .your heartbeat, Draco. . .every time. . .,” Harry whispered. Tiny beads of sweat ran in little rivulets down his temple as he worked his hips, Draco’s long pale legs squeezing his waist with every thrust. Harry swirled his tongue across collar bone and shoulder, placing small bites and sucks as he went. Draco’s breaths rasped against his ear, moist and cool against his heated skin until the tip of his cock nudged a spot inside Draco, making the blonde cry out. Harry went stock still as he lifted his head and saw that Draco‘s brows were drawn together and his eyes shut tight. “More,” Draco moaned, guttural and rough, and Harry realized that it was pleasure, not pain, that was twisting Draco’s flush pink face. Harry took up his thrusts in earnest now, wanting to give that feeling to Draco again, to see those sharp features tighten and Draco‘s mouth form that perfect ‘O‘. He jutted his hips, looking for the right angle, and when his cock brushed that hard hot nub inside Draco’s body, Draco screamed his name into the dungeon air, “HARRY!“ and he was sure he’d never heard anything as brilliant as that sound.

Draco pushed down onto his cock eagerly, and Harry bit his lip almost bloody to keep from pounding into him harshly, to keep his movements long and deep as he aimed for that sweet spot with every thrust. Harry groaned when Draco’s hand left his shoulder and traveled down to take hold of his thick hooded erection. The sight of pale fingers working foreskin over sensitive flesh to expose a glistening cock-head over and over made Harry’s mouth water and he reach down, pushing Draco’s hand away to wrap his fist around the silky length.

A single stroke from Harry’s sweat-slick hand, and Draco was coming, his back arching violently off the bed, forcing his chest up into Harry’s own. The feeling of Draco’s come shooting hotly across his stomach, the flush of the blonde’s cheeks and chest as he came, the sound of his own name panted across his chin, the smell of sweat and sex and sandalwood, the feel of soft cheeks meeting the skin of his hips, the hand that gripped his own fiercely. . .all combined and drew Harry’s orgasm out from him in a rush and he was coming deep inside the slick clenching heat of Draco’s body. It was every cliché Harry had ever heard; lights sparked blindingly behind his eyelids, his whole body felt like it was on fire that was made of ice, all his muscles and joints seemed to lock and tighten and his heart stopped beating as the blood seared through his veins. But none of those feelings was as good as knowing that this was *his* and it was *real*.