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A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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10
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6,468
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,468
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. Nor any of the lyrics/music used here. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Introduction
Blonde hair slammed against the cherry wood of the door, a soft grunt from impact cutting through the quiet of the room. Hot wet lips attacked his throat, coupled with slim insistent fingers spreading over his side, moving lower and teasing his waistband. His own hands reached for thick hair, pulling those lips to attach to his own. He pressed back against the oh-so-welcome sensation a hard length on his own groin created.
A flurry of emotions and sensations coursed through both bodies, emitting shivers and moans; disheveled and falling apart in all the right ways. Tongues met tongues, fingertips grazed sensitive flesh, buttons were loosened, and finally one found himself pressed against the cherry wood, nose touching sweet-smelling lacquer.
Those devilish hands marked a scorching path down his flesh and molded his very naked back-side to an equally very naked hard length, and he couldn’t help to hold in a very satisfied moan. Expectancy proved a heady aphrodisiac; elbows met with wood, head met with forearms, and he relaxed against imploring touches, inviting the fingers that breached him, making him ready for the more that was to come.
As digits stretched, opened, probed deeper, they brushed something inside wrenching a yelp from his throat. Motions stilled and twin chuckles filled the air.
“Never fails…”
“Just hurry up, will you?”
A soft kiss to his temple, a hand brushing the hair off his forehead and out of his eyes; the fingers left his cavity and he braced himself, knowing what was coming. He felt it before it even arrived, knew exactly what it would be like. He felt the pressure sliding into him, and his breath quickened perceptibly. The lips reattached themselves to his neck; not quite biting, more than licking. They found the one spot they needed, and that, coupled with the length inside him, sent jolts of fire burning down his spine.
The man behind him stilled, both allowing him to grow accustomed to their posture, and to allow himself to gather his bearings before attacking the creature in his arms. Finally he reached a shaky hand behind him, gripping the man’s hip tightly, both coaxing and steadying. One hand gripped his hip in answer, and the other wrapped around his thin waist. When he beckoned with a twist of his hips, he felt the man behind him finally move; a slow and steady rhythm.
A complicated mesh of limbs, he still leaned against the door with one arm, never relinquishing his hold on the other’s side. He felt the arm around his own waist grip tighter as the beat sped with the crescendo of their desire to reach their end. The repulsive but utterly necessary slap of flesh against flesh was dull in their minds as the buzz of the attention to the other body took over. He wanted to lean his head back on the other’s shoulder, wanted to claim his mouth in a bruising kiss, but the angle was too wrong and he whined in the back of his throat against all the sensations his alert synapses cultured.
Finally, as everything started to get too close, to grow too strong, the hand around his waist dragged through the soft curly hair trailing down… down, until it gripped the base of his own poor neglected cock and this new sensation forced a shudder to pass through his body so violently that it caused the man holding him to falter in his movements as the shudder seemed to pass into him as well. The man using his body resumed his actions with renewed vigor, only this time the hand around his length moved in time with the pounding behind him.
He felt his toes curl at the onslaught, and his feet went numb. He was sure they were broken, they were bent so tight, and his head spun as he felt his body stringing tighter and tighter, and he tried to keep up but he was positive he was about to die.
“Please… so close…”
“Almost there…”
He couldn’t catch his breath, his spine was about to snap and he was sure he would be drawing blood on the hip he still gripped, were his nails just a bit longer. His pants turned to whimpers loud enough to cause a fleeting thought about how close he was to the door to pass through his consciousness. He felt the tingles spreading from his chest, burning from the touch of his lover and spreading through his body; heat blossomed everywhere, his face was flushed. So hot...
He felt the breath puffing on his ear, wanted the lips closer still. He knew he was about to EXPLODE, he was so close to exploding. He needed to shout something, beg for mercy, give a warning, something, anything…
“Harry...!”
The word barely left his mouth before his brain stopped. All he could feel were the convulsions as they wracked his core, all consciousness focusing on the white hot pleasure coursing through his veins. He was dimly aware of the body behind him tense and shiver against him, holding him closer. Harsh panting filled the air, both sagging against the stalwart door that was so used to such beatings.
Firm fingers guided his chin back and to the side, forced his lips to meet their own in a gentle, languid kiss; a kiss that showed the depth of emotion and appreciation for the other person. The lips left his to trail softly down his neck, placid and chaste. Breathing evened out, and arms wrapped around his chest, lips trailing once more close to his ears; he could hear the smile that graced their corners.
“I love you too, Draco.”
--
On the other side of that cherry wood door, a splintering crack echoed through the hallway. Lucius Malfoy stood stock still, teeth grit and features firmly set in a sneer so revolted there were no words to describe it. His hand gripped his cane with unyielding pressure as the sounds in the room grew to their crescendo, but at the whispered words of endearment the wood fractured under the unyielding pressure of his hand, and bits of his walking stick flew in all directions.
Of course he didn’t notice.
He was already well on his way to lock himself in his study and do the only thing his enraged mind could think of: find a solution to this new problem.
--
**Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present, a picturesque score of passing fantasy.**
A flurry of emotions and sensations coursed through both bodies, emitting shivers and moans; disheveled and falling apart in all the right ways. Tongues met tongues, fingertips grazed sensitive flesh, buttons were loosened, and finally one found himself pressed against the cherry wood, nose touching sweet-smelling lacquer.
Those devilish hands marked a scorching path down his flesh and molded his very naked back-side to an equally very naked hard length, and he couldn’t help to hold in a very satisfied moan. Expectancy proved a heady aphrodisiac; elbows met with wood, head met with forearms, and he relaxed against imploring touches, inviting the fingers that breached him, making him ready for the more that was to come.
As digits stretched, opened, probed deeper, they brushed something inside wrenching a yelp from his throat. Motions stilled and twin chuckles filled the air.
“Never fails…”
“Just hurry up, will you?”
A soft kiss to his temple, a hand brushing the hair off his forehead and out of his eyes; the fingers left his cavity and he braced himself, knowing what was coming. He felt it before it even arrived, knew exactly what it would be like. He felt the pressure sliding into him, and his breath quickened perceptibly. The lips reattached themselves to his neck; not quite biting, more than licking. They found the one spot they needed, and that, coupled with the length inside him, sent jolts of fire burning down his spine.
The man behind him stilled, both allowing him to grow accustomed to their posture, and to allow himself to gather his bearings before attacking the creature in his arms. Finally he reached a shaky hand behind him, gripping the man’s hip tightly, both coaxing and steadying. One hand gripped his hip in answer, and the other wrapped around his thin waist. When he beckoned with a twist of his hips, he felt the man behind him finally move; a slow and steady rhythm.
A complicated mesh of limbs, he still leaned against the door with one arm, never relinquishing his hold on the other’s side. He felt the arm around his own waist grip tighter as the beat sped with the crescendo of their desire to reach their end. The repulsive but utterly necessary slap of flesh against flesh was dull in their minds as the buzz of the attention to the other body took over. He wanted to lean his head back on the other’s shoulder, wanted to claim his mouth in a bruising kiss, but the angle was too wrong and he whined in the back of his throat against all the sensations his alert synapses cultured.
Finally, as everything started to get too close, to grow too strong, the hand around his waist dragged through the soft curly hair trailing down… down, until it gripped the base of his own poor neglected cock and this new sensation forced a shudder to pass through his body so violently that it caused the man holding him to falter in his movements as the shudder seemed to pass into him as well. The man using his body resumed his actions with renewed vigor, only this time the hand around his length moved in time with the pounding behind him.
He felt his toes curl at the onslaught, and his feet went numb. He was sure they were broken, they were bent so tight, and his head spun as he felt his body stringing tighter and tighter, and he tried to keep up but he was positive he was about to die.
“Please… so close…”
“Almost there…”
He couldn’t catch his breath, his spine was about to snap and he was sure he would be drawing blood on the hip he still gripped, were his nails just a bit longer. His pants turned to whimpers loud enough to cause a fleeting thought about how close he was to the door to pass through his consciousness. He felt the tingles spreading from his chest, burning from the touch of his lover and spreading through his body; heat blossomed everywhere, his face was flushed. So hot...
He felt the breath puffing on his ear, wanted the lips closer still. He knew he was about to EXPLODE, he was so close to exploding. He needed to shout something, beg for mercy, give a warning, something, anything…
“Harry...!”
The word barely left his mouth before his brain stopped. All he could feel were the convulsions as they wracked his core, all consciousness focusing on the white hot pleasure coursing through his veins. He was dimly aware of the body behind him tense and shiver against him, holding him closer. Harsh panting filled the air, both sagging against the stalwart door that was so used to such beatings.
Firm fingers guided his chin back and to the side, forced his lips to meet their own in a gentle, languid kiss; a kiss that showed the depth of emotion and appreciation for the other person. The lips left his to trail softly down his neck, placid and chaste. Breathing evened out, and arms wrapped around his chest, lips trailing once more close to his ears; he could hear the smile that graced their corners.
“I love you too, Draco.”
--
On the other side of that cherry wood door, a splintering crack echoed through the hallway. Lucius Malfoy stood stock still, teeth grit and features firmly set in a sneer so revolted there were no words to describe it. His hand gripped his cane with unyielding pressure as the sounds in the room grew to their crescendo, but at the whispered words of endearment the wood fractured under the unyielding pressure of his hand, and bits of his walking stick flew in all directions.
Of course he didn’t notice.
He was already well on his way to lock himself in his study and do the only thing his enraged mind could think of: find a solution to this new problem.
--
**Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present, a picturesque score of passing fantasy.**