Because There Are No Towels
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,014
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Because There Are No Towels
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Like any respectable wizard, Draco Malfoy enjoyed wearing robes. He had at least one robe for any and every occasion. Normally he had more then one because really if you have to be in the garden for three days in a row you don’t want to wear the same outfit all three days, now do you?
However much Draco liked his robes, he was not opposed to occasionally putting himself into a good pair of pants and a cotton jumper. But, being a respectable wizard, draco had far less pairs of slacks then he had robes, this led to a small problem one Saturday mourning when he could not find his last pair of clean pants.
The small problem led to the incident that you can read of in a lovely little essay called ‘where are my pants?’ The pants in question were later found under the bed that Draco shared with his lover Harry Potter, that, however, is not the story I am telling today.
Tonight I have come to tell another heartwarming tale of Draco Malfoy, an ex-Death Eater turned Potions Master/Gardener, and Harry Potter, An ex-Hero turned Artiest.
***
Harry Potter loved to paint. He loved to paint landscapes and seascapes. He loved to paint scenes of deception and deceit, as well as pictures of innocence and purity. But most of all, he loved to paint Draco.
He would wake up early and sketch Draco while the blond was still asleep, only to paint the image later in the day, or he would tear his lover away from yet another potion to pose for hours to end up with a picture of the other man’s eye.
Harry’s true obsession was Draco. For Draco he would do anything.
That is why, on another beautiful Saturday afternoon, about a week after the not yet forgotten pants incident, Draco awoke to the smell of Harry’s eggs benedict, not coming from the kitchen as it usually did, but from his lap. His eyes opened to see his lover’s face looking back at him and sighed with contentment.
“What\'s the occasion, love?” Draco, who could never eat before his mourning shower, asked as he put the tray on the bedside table
“No occasion, Just because I love you.” Harry grinned as his boyfriend climbed out of bed to take his shower. Neither wore pajamas when they slept.
.~*~.~*~.~*~.
“Harry, did you do laundry this mourning?” Draco called out from inside the shower.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because there are no towels!” Draco stood soaping wet in the doorway to the bedroom.
Harry turned to look at him and rather than going to get one of the towels that lay in the basket by the door, pulled his wet lover to him and kissed him passionately. “Do we really need towels anyway?” Harry asked as his mouth left Draco’s.
Draco smiled and pulled Harry out of his now wet cloths while pushing him towards the bed. Harry was soon as naked as his lover and both fell onto the bed in a pile of damp limbs. Draco soon found himself on top of the black haired man.
Harry moaned as Draco kissed his way from Harry’s lips to his left ear, where he nibbled lightly on the lobe. He then proceeded to kiss, nibble and bite his way down Harry’s neck and chest. He paid special attention to each nipple knowing that they were very sensitive.
Harry responded to Draco’s every movement with moans and sighs. Draco smiled into Harry’s skin as he moved further down his Lover’s body.
When he reached his boyfriend’s erection, Draco licked it from base to tip before placing a gentle kiss on the head. Harry gasped out in pleasure as Draco slowly took the engorged member into his mouth.
Harry tried to buck into his lover’s mouth, but was stopped by a pair of strong hands holding down his hips. Harry moaned as Draco’s tongue explored his erection.
As he sucked on Harry’s hardened shaft, Draco’s fingers moved to play over Harry’s tight, wet opening. The water that still covered both of their bodies had relaxed Harry enough that Draco could enter him.
Mouth still firmly attached to his lover, Draco scooted his knees forward to place them under Harry’s back. Harry, anticipating Draco’s next move moaned lustfully, hands gripping tightly at the sheets.
Harry cried out in pleasure as Draco entered him. This was why Harry was so obsessed with his lover. Who else was this flexible?
Harry quickly reached his climax, which Draco swallowed, even in his strained position.
Draco straightened his position and began to pound more roughly into his boyfriend. It did not take him long to come inside his lover.
***
In the aftermath, the two boys curled together in still damp happiness. That was when Harry produced something from under his pillow.
“Draco,” Harry said in a near whisper, “Will you marry me?” He opened his hand to reveal a silver ring shaped like a snake with little emerald eyes.
Draco was stunned to silence for a moment. When he recovered, he threw himself at Harry, “Yes, yes I will.\"
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Like any respectable wizard, Draco Malfoy enjoyed wearing robes. He had at least one robe for any and every occasion. Normally he had more then one because really if you have to be in the garden for three days in a row you don’t want to wear the same outfit all three days, now do you?
However much Draco liked his robes, he was not opposed to occasionally putting himself into a good pair of pants and a cotton jumper. But, being a respectable wizard, draco had far less pairs of slacks then he had robes, this led to a small problem one Saturday mourning when he could not find his last pair of clean pants.
The small problem led to the incident that you can read of in a lovely little essay called ‘where are my pants?’ The pants in question were later found under the bed that Draco shared with his lover Harry Potter, that, however, is not the story I am telling today.
Tonight I have come to tell another heartwarming tale of Draco Malfoy, an ex-Death Eater turned Potions Master/Gardener, and Harry Potter, An ex-Hero turned Artiest.
***
Harry Potter loved to paint. He loved to paint landscapes and seascapes. He loved to paint scenes of deception and deceit, as well as pictures of innocence and purity. But most of all, he loved to paint Draco.
He would wake up early and sketch Draco while the blond was still asleep, only to paint the image later in the day, or he would tear his lover away from yet another potion to pose for hours to end up with a picture of the other man’s eye.
Harry’s true obsession was Draco. For Draco he would do anything.
That is why, on another beautiful Saturday afternoon, about a week after the not yet forgotten pants incident, Draco awoke to the smell of Harry’s eggs benedict, not coming from the kitchen as it usually did, but from his lap. His eyes opened to see his lover’s face looking back at him and sighed with contentment.
“What\'s the occasion, love?” Draco, who could never eat before his mourning shower, asked as he put the tray on the bedside table
“No occasion, Just because I love you.” Harry grinned as his boyfriend climbed out of bed to take his shower. Neither wore pajamas when they slept.
.~*~.~*~.~*~.
“Harry, did you do laundry this mourning?” Draco called out from inside the shower.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because there are no towels!” Draco stood soaping wet in the doorway to the bedroom.
Harry turned to look at him and rather than going to get one of the towels that lay in the basket by the door, pulled his wet lover to him and kissed him passionately. “Do we really need towels anyway?” Harry asked as his mouth left Draco’s.
Draco smiled and pulled Harry out of his now wet cloths while pushing him towards the bed. Harry was soon as naked as his lover and both fell onto the bed in a pile of damp limbs. Draco soon found himself on top of the black haired man.
Harry moaned as Draco kissed his way from Harry’s lips to his left ear, where he nibbled lightly on the lobe. He then proceeded to kiss, nibble and bite his way down Harry’s neck and chest. He paid special attention to each nipple knowing that they were very sensitive.
Harry responded to Draco’s every movement with moans and sighs. Draco smiled into Harry’s skin as he moved further down his Lover’s body.
When he reached his boyfriend’s erection, Draco licked it from base to tip before placing a gentle kiss on the head. Harry gasped out in pleasure as Draco slowly took the engorged member into his mouth.
Harry tried to buck into his lover’s mouth, but was stopped by a pair of strong hands holding down his hips. Harry moaned as Draco’s tongue explored his erection.
As he sucked on Harry’s hardened shaft, Draco’s fingers moved to play over Harry’s tight, wet opening. The water that still covered both of their bodies had relaxed Harry enough that Draco could enter him.
Mouth still firmly attached to his lover, Draco scooted his knees forward to place them under Harry’s back. Harry, anticipating Draco’s next move moaned lustfully, hands gripping tightly at the sheets.
Harry cried out in pleasure as Draco entered him. This was why Harry was so obsessed with his lover. Who else was this flexible?
Harry quickly reached his climax, which Draco swallowed, even in his strained position.
Draco straightened his position and began to pound more roughly into his boyfriend. It did not take him long to come inside his lover.
***
In the aftermath, the two boys curled together in still damp happiness. That was when Harry produced something from under his pillow.
“Draco,” Harry said in a near whisper, “Will you marry me?” He opened his hand to reveal a silver ring shaped like a snake with little emerald eyes.
Draco was stunned to silence for a moment. When he recovered, he threw himself at Harry, “Yes, yes I will.\"
~~~~~
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