Incendiary Touches - Remix
Incendiary Touches - Remix
Author: Sonja.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: Messrs Potter and Malfoy belong to JK Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a bit. I don’t even pretend to have permission to abuse them so.
Summary: When most people look into Draco’s silvery eyes, they see arrogance and superiority. They’re oblivious to the incendiary that lies below the surface. Harry isn’t.
Author's Notes: This is actually an Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood story I wrote back in 2004 under the name LimeySugar. I thought it would make a good Harry/Draco. Maybe. The original can be found here: (http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=22671). If you don’t like the idea of post-coital rimming (felching), then don’t read this. Also, the repetition of names is intentional. Thought I’d make that clear in case someone thought I didn’t know what a pronoun was. Heh.
When most people look into Draco’s silvery eyes, they see arrogance and superiority. They’re oblivious to the incendiary that lies below the surface.
Harry isn’t.
Harry knows how the soft moon-light colour gives way to near charcoal in the heat of passion. Harry knows that when Draco looks at him with those darkened eyes that he’s going to be fucked, well and truly. When Draco’s eyes go dark, Harry knows it means he wants it hard and fast and he won’t take no for an answer; not that Harry could or would ever deny Draco his body or anything else he desired, though he would never admit that to anyone else.
This night, Draco’s eyes are almost black when he pushes Harry face down onto the bed. Harry imagines Draco’s eyes being as black and as hot as coals as they burn a path down his body, and the heat of Draco’s gaze transfers to Harry’s cock as it swells against his stomach.
Harry can feel Draco’s eyes commanding him to his hands and knees; he obeys and is rewarded with a slick finger pressing into him. He waits for Draco to slip another finger inside before rocking forward and back, fucking himself with Draco’s hand. Draco twists his fingers inside of Harry with each of Harry’s backward thrusts, and when he knows Harry is near the edge, he uses his free hand to still his hips. Harry moans as Draco’s fingers slide out, knowing that soon to take their place will be Draco’s cock, and Harry loves to feel Draco’s cock pushed deep inside of him. He loves the burn of hot, hard steel; the way it stretches him and fills him and sets him on fire from the inside out.
Draco presses the head of his cock against Harry’s arsehole and pushes in deep, making Harry cry out and grip handfuls of the duvet. He muffles his screams in the soft bed linens as Draco fucks him hard, slamming his hips violently against Harry’s arse; his fingertips brand Harry indelibly as he holds onto his hips and fucks him.
Harry’s going to come, and Draco knows it, without Draco even laying a finger on his cock. And when he does, he trembles. Harry trembles and his cock jumps and twitches as he comes on Draco’s bed linens with Draco buried inside him. Harry feels one of Draco’s hands let go of his hip and a second later feels Draco’s middle finger, covered with Harry’s own come, press against his lips. Harry opens his mouth and takes the fingers in to suck them clean. He loves the way he tastes on Draco’s sweaty, salty skin.
One, two more thrusts and Draco comes too, again holding Harry’s hips tightly with both hands. He pulls his softening cock from Harry, and watches as come slides down the inside of Harry’s thigh. He bends to catch the drip with his tongue and follows its path back up to Harry’s stretched and reddened hole. Harry trembles when he feels Draco’s tongue push inside, fucking him as thoroughly as his cock had. Draco fists Harry’s hair and pulls his head back to kiss him, his mouth tasting of heat and sex.
When most people look into Draco’s silvery eyes, they see arrogance and superiority. They’re oblivious to the incendiary that lies below the surface.
Harry isn’t.