Kiss Everlasting
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,561
Reviews:
3
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.
Kiss Everlasting
A/N: This is a bit different from my usual style.This is actually my first attempt to write fluff..And I know it's self-contradicting, but that's kind of the point.
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Nothing will be the same, he thought as their lips enclosed softly.
There was no reason, no logic, only them, only the kiss. Only the hair in his eyes, brushing his nose as the kiss grew rougher, more impatient.
Nothing will be the same after this.
They kissed, hugging. They kissed, fighting. They kissed while slamming each other into walls. There was no sense, no thought of precaution or pretense. Only them, and the kiss. There was longing, passion, sex. They didn't speak, they didn't whisper sweet nothings into eachothers ears. There was only them, and the kiss.
Their bodies responded to eachother, lust, longing, passion, love, all merging into the kiss, the grabbing of the other one's hair, a desperate longing, knowing this first might as well be the last, everything shouting out through their lips, wordlessly,but not soundlessly, for true passion is never without sound. Each finding pleasure and comfort in the other's sounds, knowing they aren't alone in their pain, knowing the other one is also there, in the moment, in the kiss, feeling what they feel, hoping as he hopes, crying as he cries.
....
When their secret meeting ends, by a button up of clothes, the raven-haired boy cries. The boy with the white-blond hair walks out, and does not look back. They don't speak, they both know. It will never change between them.
Even if they've changed, nothing will ever change.
Except for what's in their hearts.
And they know.
Love lasts for ever.
Kisses do not.
But the memory of a kiss, the memory of love, lasts longer.
Nothing that life put together, that death can't pull apart.
..
They know, and they cry.
The first was the last,
and so they go to their deaths, knowing, hurting, loving, remembering the kiss.
The kiss will never end.
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Nothing will be the same, he thought as their lips enclosed softly.
There was no reason, no logic, only them, only the kiss. Only the hair in his eyes, brushing his nose as the kiss grew rougher, more impatient.
Nothing will be the same after this.
They kissed, hugging. They kissed, fighting. They kissed while slamming each other into walls. There was no sense, no thought of precaution or pretense. Only them, and the kiss. There was longing, passion, sex. They didn't speak, they didn't whisper sweet nothings into eachothers ears. There was only them, and the kiss.
Their bodies responded to eachother, lust, longing, passion, love, all merging into the kiss, the grabbing of the other one's hair, a desperate longing, knowing this first might as well be the last, everything shouting out through their lips, wordlessly,but not soundlessly, for true passion is never without sound. Each finding pleasure and comfort in the other's sounds, knowing they aren't alone in their pain, knowing the other one is also there, in the moment, in the kiss, feeling what they feel, hoping as he hopes, crying as he cries.
....
When their secret meeting ends, by a button up of clothes, the raven-haired boy cries. The boy with the white-blond hair walks out, and does not look back. They don't speak, they both know. It will never change between them.
Even if they've changed, nothing will ever change.
Except for what's in their hearts.
And they know.
Love lasts for ever.
Kisses do not.
But the memory of a kiss, the memory of love, lasts longer.
Nothing that life put together, that death can't pull apart.
..
They know, and they cry.
The first was the last,
and so they go to their deaths, knowing, hurting, loving, remembering the kiss.
The kiss will never end.