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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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3,381
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2
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Disclaimer: Nope, not I. I do not own these guys.
Warnings: Adult Language, sexual situation.
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Sheets tangled around Draco’s leg as he maneuvered himself in between Harry’s legs. Once he found himself reasonably situated, he slid his prick into Harry’s eager hole. No preparation was needed as the opening was still slick with come and saliva from their activities before their small catnap. Fingers latching onto Harry’s hips, Draco squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed himself balls deep into his lover. Holding onto his control with all his might, Draco smirked as he heard the brunette beneath him whimpering. His limbs were shaking, but refused to move until he had Harry begging. Only when Harry dug his fingernails into the Slytherin’s shoulders and was pleading in a tearful voice did Draco finally move.
Draco had been with his fair share of men before, but Harry’s hole gripped him unlike any other. With each thrust, it felt like his cock was sliding home. Sweat poured off Draco’s body as he rocked them both hard enough to move the bed across the parquet.
“My dirty whore. You are my filthy little slut. Admit it,” Draco hissed possessively.
Harry bit his lip and pressed his nails so hard into Draco’s flesh the crescent-shaped marks began to drop dots of crimson, staining the white satin sheets. “Yes,” Harry finally cried out pitifully. “Your whore. Your slut. All yours.”
Draco growled and bent down to capture Harry’s lips in a searing kiss. He gave one final hard push as his climax overtook him, filling Harry to capacity. Cock not even being touched, Harry followed shortly thereafter, shuddering violently. Coming down from their high, Draco broke the kiss in favor of pressing his forehead against his lover’s, both panting from exertion.
“Mine,” Draco whispered, brushing a few dampened strands of hair off of Harry’s face.
Harry gave him a weary, but dazzling smile and wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. “Yours,” he repeated quietly.
Once more they fell into a fitful slumber, Draco’s cock still inside it’s home.
Warnings: Adult Language, sexual situation.
Feedback: Is appreciated.
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Sheets tangled around Draco’s leg as he maneuvered himself in between Harry’s legs. Once he found himself reasonably situated, he slid his prick into Harry’s eager hole. No preparation was needed as the opening was still slick with come and saliva from their activities before their small catnap. Fingers latching onto Harry’s hips, Draco squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed himself balls deep into his lover. Holding onto his control with all his might, Draco smirked as he heard the brunette beneath him whimpering. His limbs were shaking, but refused to move until he had Harry begging. Only when Harry dug his fingernails into the Slytherin’s shoulders and was pleading in a tearful voice did Draco finally move.
Draco had been with his fair share of men before, but Harry’s hole gripped him unlike any other. With each thrust, it felt like his cock was sliding home. Sweat poured off Draco’s body as he rocked them both hard enough to move the bed across the parquet.
“My dirty whore. You are my filthy little slut. Admit it,” Draco hissed possessively.
Harry bit his lip and pressed his nails so hard into Draco’s flesh the crescent-shaped marks began to drop dots of crimson, staining the white satin sheets. “Yes,” Harry finally cried out pitifully. “Your whore. Your slut. All yours.”
Draco growled and bent down to capture Harry’s lips in a searing kiss. He gave one final hard push as his climax overtook him, filling Harry to capacity. Cock not even being touched, Harry followed shortly thereafter, shuddering violently. Coming down from their high, Draco broke the kiss in favor of pressing his forehead against his lover’s, both panting from exertion.
“Mine,” Draco whispered, brushing a few dampened strands of hair off of Harry’s face.
Harry gave him a weary, but dazzling smile and wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. “Yours,” he repeated quietly.
Once more they fell into a fitful slumber, Draco’s cock still inside it’s home.