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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,837
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.
chapter 2
Author Notes: Someone brought up in a review that this story was posted under a different name, rec_goddess. That was me, but I had forgotten the password to it, and have made this account in it's place. I'm sorry for any confusion this caused. The story has also gone through some small modifications (spelling and grammar, mostly) to make it easier on the eyes. Please, let me know if I missed anything.
And on another note, thanks so much for the reviews! This is the second part that was posted with the old story, and I have a third in the works. It still has no plot, and is unlikely to get any. I'm just no good at it. I hope to post soon.
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Harry Potter would not allow himself to be disappointed. He would, however, let himself think about how much, should he actually care if Malfoy had shown up, he would be disappointed that he, in fact, hadn’t.
Or something of the sort.
Bugger. He was starting to prune.
Reaching forward, he turned the shower off, and blindly grabbed for his towel and glasses, both of which were safely tucked away where no water could reach.
The note had been a mistake. It left him open to the Slytherin, which was, obviously, a Very Bad Idea.
Wiping himself down, he stepped out of the shower stall, sliding his glasses on. This ended up being a Very Good Idea, because Draco Malfoy was laying on one of the benches.
With his pants off.
And his fingers up his arse and around his cock.
Yes, a Very Good Idea. Another Very Good Idea came to Harry, and since it would seem he was on a roll, he acted upon it, dropping his towel and walked directly over to Malfoy, still dripping ridiculously.
Draco, of course, had been delightfully busy in this brief span of time, what with his fingers up his arse and all. He knew exactly what he looked like, as he had been perfecting the pose for the past quarter hour. His skin would be flushed, delicate bones pushed our against the skin where his arms and knees were bent, a good contrast, and as he was told, irresistible.
A Malfoy is always told such things, though it didn’t make them any less true.
He watched Potter approach through lowered lashes, breath hitching slightly, but otherwise maintaining total control. He spread his legs further, allowing room on the bench for the other boy, but when Harry reached out to touch him, he shook his head.
“Don’t.”
And Harry didn’t. His hand hovered above the skin of Draco’s abdomen, fingers flexing, but otherwise he did not move.
He didn’t move when Draco finally closed his eyes and whimpered, fingers and fist speeding up.
He didn’t move when Draco arched, a breath away from skin to skin contact, and he most definitely didn’t move when Draco finished, cum shooting up and across his stomach and Harry’s arm and chest.
But when Draco moved back, away from Harry, he let his fingers drop down and touch the Slytherin’s ankle, frowning. The only reply he received a satisfied quirk of thin lips.
After Draco was done redressing, he turned to look at Potter, features carefully blank. Harry hadn’t moved.
“You might want to take another shower,” and he turned and left.
Harry, deciding this was another Very Good Idea, did.
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A bit more porny. Hopefully just as satisfying. THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE REVIEWS.
And on another note, thanks so much for the reviews! This is the second part that was posted with the old story, and I have a third in the works. It still has no plot, and is unlikely to get any. I'm just no good at it. I hope to post soon.
_______________________________
Harry Potter would not allow himself to be disappointed. He would, however, let himself think about how much, should he actually care if Malfoy had shown up, he would be disappointed that he, in fact, hadn’t.
Or something of the sort.
Bugger. He was starting to prune.
Reaching forward, he turned the shower off, and blindly grabbed for his towel and glasses, both of which were safely tucked away where no water could reach.
The note had been a mistake. It left him open to the Slytherin, which was, obviously, a Very Bad Idea.
Wiping himself down, he stepped out of the shower stall, sliding his glasses on. This ended up being a Very Good Idea, because Draco Malfoy was laying on one of the benches.
With his pants off.
And his fingers up his arse and around his cock.
Yes, a Very Good Idea. Another Very Good Idea came to Harry, and since it would seem he was on a roll, he acted upon it, dropping his towel and walked directly over to Malfoy, still dripping ridiculously.
Draco, of course, had been delightfully busy in this brief span of time, what with his fingers up his arse and all. He knew exactly what he looked like, as he had been perfecting the pose for the past quarter hour. His skin would be flushed, delicate bones pushed our against the skin where his arms and knees were bent, a good contrast, and as he was told, irresistible.
A Malfoy is always told such things, though it didn’t make them any less true.
He watched Potter approach through lowered lashes, breath hitching slightly, but otherwise maintaining total control. He spread his legs further, allowing room on the bench for the other boy, but when Harry reached out to touch him, he shook his head.
“Don’t.”
And Harry didn’t. His hand hovered above the skin of Draco’s abdomen, fingers flexing, but otherwise he did not move.
He didn’t move when Draco finally closed his eyes and whimpered, fingers and fist speeding up.
He didn’t move when Draco arched, a breath away from skin to skin contact, and he most definitely didn’t move when Draco finished, cum shooting up and across his stomach and Harry’s arm and chest.
But when Draco moved back, away from Harry, he let his fingers drop down and touch the Slytherin’s ankle, frowning. The only reply he received a satisfied quirk of thin lips.
After Draco was done redressing, he turned to look at Potter, features carefully blank. Harry hadn’t moved.
“You might want to take another shower,” and he turned and left.
Harry, deciding this was another Very Good Idea, did.
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A bit more porny. Hopefully just as satisfying. THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE REVIEWS.