Where are my pants?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,894
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.
Where are my pants?
Disclaimer: I do not own this stuff, I only use it. I know that I\'m not asking, but it has not yet been said that I have to ask...has it?
A/N Hey! I’m having MAJOR problems with Heir, but I’m working through them and unless I get another review for Disco, it will not be continued. In the mean time, here\'s some fun that came to me last night. I was just sitting there in bed and suddenly I thought, ‘where are my pants?’-I was in my night shirt and I don’t know where that thought came from, but here\'s what came of it:
Oh! btw, I don’t like the word underwear. I just don’t like it
~~~~~
“Harry, Where are my pants?” Harry looked up from his canvas to see the most inspiring sight he had seen all day: His lover, standing in the doorway, with no pants.
A smirk crossed Harry’s face, “Why are you looking for your pants dear, we have no where to go, do we?” Harry stood from his easel and strode towards the man in the doorway, “I like you better without them anyway.”
The pants-less man raised an eyebrow, “I thought you said ‘no sex in the studio’?”
“I never said no sex in the hall” Harry responded as he gently pushed his blond boyfriend into the hallway behind him.
The blond slowly unbuttoned Harry’s shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders, “You have paint in your hair again.” He ran his fingers through the tousled black locks.
“Did you expect an artiest to be otherwise? You knew what you were getting into, Love. You have always known that I was a messy person.” Harry had removed his lover’s shirt. he had stepped back to admire the beauty of the other man as he finished his little speech.
“Yes, yes I did. I knew you were a messy artist type, but I agreed to live with you anyway. I gave up a rich luxurious life for you. And I love every minuet of it.” The blond slowly removed the dark haired boy’s pants and under clothes.
“Oh and you don’t live in the lap of luxury here?” Harry ran his hand down his lover’s side to his perfect arse.
The blond smiled, “Do you even have to ask? Is there anything you don’t give me?”
Harry kissed him and was drawn in by tugging lips and a stroking tongue. The kiss lasted a good five minutes. “You know,” said Harry when the pulled apart slightly to breath, “I was going to say something, but I can’t now remember what.”
The other man laughed and pulled Harry in for another kiss, this time he reached between Harry’s legs to softly stroke his hardening shaft. Harry’s own hands were not idle. The dark haired man was circling his lover’s entrance with two fingers.
Harry pulled slightly away from the kiss as he reached over to the hall table that stood beside his studio door. He withdrew a small bottle from the drawer and returned to his heated kiss with his blond lover.
The blond took the bottle from Harry’s hand and forcfully, but playfully, pushed Harry away.
“Watch.” He whispered huskly.
Harry’s lover poured some of the oil from the little bottle onto his fingers and set the bottle back on the hall table. He then leaned up agenst the wall opposite from where he had pushed Harry and turned his back as he ran his oil-slickened fingers from his chest around to his arse.
He circled his hole with his fingers and pressed a didget agenst his entrence. He moaned as he prepared himself for the man whos’s eyes he could feel watching him from across the hall.
Harry had been trying not to touch himself, but to only watch as his beautiful lover fucked himself with his long fingers. The blond was working woth two fingers now, and moaning Harry’s name as he went.
Harry could not help himself any longer, he took up the oil from the table and, after pouring a little onto his hand, slowly stroaked himself as he walked up to his lover.
Harry took the other man’s hands into his own and placed them on the wall. He then repaced his lovered fingers with his erect length.
The two moaned in unison as Harry pushed into that hot tight passage.
There was no rythem, neither was there time nor space for those two men in that hallway. Their bodies collided and pounded agenst each other in a timeless place. They both felt that is was almost like breathing. In, out, in, out.
Harry reached one hand around to stroak his lover’s cock. It did not take long for the blond to come.
Only moments later Harry cried out his lover’s name, “Draco!” And came to compleation himself.
* * *
The two curled naked in the hallway. “I never imagined we would be like this Harry.”
“You and me both, Draco. But what else were we supposed to do?”
“Thats not what I ment and you know it. But it relly doesn’t matter. Oh, and Harry, where are my pants?”
~~~~~
Well there you go. The mAlice has returned.
Please review and tell me haw bad it really was.
A/N Hey! I’m having MAJOR problems with Heir, but I’m working through them and unless I get another review for Disco, it will not be continued. In the mean time, here\'s some fun that came to me last night. I was just sitting there in bed and suddenly I thought, ‘where are my pants?’-I was in my night shirt and I don’t know where that thought came from, but here\'s what came of it:
Oh! btw, I don’t like the word underwear. I just don’t like it
~~~~~
“Harry, Where are my pants?” Harry looked up from his canvas to see the most inspiring sight he had seen all day: His lover, standing in the doorway, with no pants.
A smirk crossed Harry’s face, “Why are you looking for your pants dear, we have no where to go, do we?” Harry stood from his easel and strode towards the man in the doorway, “I like you better without them anyway.”
The pants-less man raised an eyebrow, “I thought you said ‘no sex in the studio’?”
“I never said no sex in the hall” Harry responded as he gently pushed his blond boyfriend into the hallway behind him.
The blond slowly unbuttoned Harry’s shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders, “You have paint in your hair again.” He ran his fingers through the tousled black locks.
“Did you expect an artiest to be otherwise? You knew what you were getting into, Love. You have always known that I was a messy person.” Harry had removed his lover’s shirt. he had stepped back to admire the beauty of the other man as he finished his little speech.
“Yes, yes I did. I knew you were a messy artist type, but I agreed to live with you anyway. I gave up a rich luxurious life for you. And I love every minuet of it.” The blond slowly removed the dark haired boy’s pants and under clothes.
“Oh and you don’t live in the lap of luxury here?” Harry ran his hand down his lover’s side to his perfect arse.
The blond smiled, “Do you even have to ask? Is there anything you don’t give me?”
Harry kissed him and was drawn in by tugging lips and a stroking tongue. The kiss lasted a good five minutes. “You know,” said Harry when the pulled apart slightly to breath, “I was going to say something, but I can’t now remember what.”
The other man laughed and pulled Harry in for another kiss, this time he reached between Harry’s legs to softly stroke his hardening shaft. Harry’s own hands were not idle. The dark haired man was circling his lover’s entrance with two fingers.
Harry pulled slightly away from the kiss as he reached over to the hall table that stood beside his studio door. He withdrew a small bottle from the drawer and returned to his heated kiss with his blond lover.
The blond took the bottle from Harry’s hand and forcfully, but playfully, pushed Harry away.
“Watch.” He whispered huskly.
Harry’s lover poured some of the oil from the little bottle onto his fingers and set the bottle back on the hall table. He then leaned up agenst the wall opposite from where he had pushed Harry and turned his back as he ran his oil-slickened fingers from his chest around to his arse.
He circled his hole with his fingers and pressed a didget agenst his entrence. He moaned as he prepared himself for the man whos’s eyes he could feel watching him from across the hall.
Harry had been trying not to touch himself, but to only watch as his beautiful lover fucked himself with his long fingers. The blond was working woth two fingers now, and moaning Harry’s name as he went.
Harry could not help himself any longer, he took up the oil from the table and, after pouring a little onto his hand, slowly stroaked himself as he walked up to his lover.
Harry took the other man’s hands into his own and placed them on the wall. He then repaced his lovered fingers with his erect length.
The two moaned in unison as Harry pushed into that hot tight passage.
There was no rythem, neither was there time nor space for those two men in that hallway. Their bodies collided and pounded agenst each other in a timeless place. They both felt that is was almost like breathing. In, out, in, out.
Harry reached one hand around to stroak his lover’s cock. It did not take long for the blond to come.
Only moments later Harry cried out his lover’s name, “Draco!” And came to compleation himself.
* * *
The two curled naked in the hallway. “I never imagined we would be like this Harry.”
“You and me both, Draco. But what else were we supposed to do?”
“Thats not what I ment and you know it. But it relly doesn’t matter. Oh, and Harry, where are my pants?”
~~~~~
Well there you go. The mAlice has returned.
Please review and tell me haw bad it really was.