Prompt Responses (H/D)
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wook77More responses to the prompts I requested... All are H/D.
As always, commentary and concrit welcomed with open arms.
Title: The Spinner’s Mix: How nice a dame
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wook77
Wordcount: 874
Pairing: Harry/?Stranger?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry goes to the Spinner’s Mix. While there, he meets a stranger. It didn’t matter who it was, he wanted to feel, to just be.
A/N: forluciology’s prompt of H/D - A club, with "Luck be a lady tonight". Semi-songfic because I use lyrics from Luck be a Lady Tonight from Guys and Dolls. (shudders to even type the previous. Gah, I wrote a songfic, I’m such a poser.)
The Spinner’s Mix was a wizarding club with a DJ that remixed songs from both the Muggle world and the Wizarding one. It was located in a hybrid part of town, half-Muggle and half-Wizard. Since the area was so mixed, the inhabitants were used to the odd dress and mannerisms of the visiting wizards and witches.
The line in front of the club snaked around the building. Thankfully, being the Slayer-of-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, all Harry had to do to gain entrance was to flash his id to the bouncer. The line groaned as Harry slipped into the club.
The music was pounding and there were countless bodies gyrating on the dance floor. Lights flashed overhead, strobe lights interspersed with colored lights swirling throughout the dance floor. There were fairy lights that floated around and followed people for a time.
Harry paused after entering and surveyed the club. There were two stories, the top one where he stood now and the dance floor. Across the room, the DJ stood, spinning the music that drove the frenzy down below.
Smiling to himself, Harry pushed his way through the throng of people until he reached the bar. Shouting over the noise, he quickly ordered a Humdinger, a mixed drink only available at the Spinner’s Mix. Drink in hand, he made a circuit of the top floor, nodding to the few people he knew. George Weasley and Lee Jordan stood close together and after a brief wave, Harry moved past.
Sitting his drink down on an empty table, he proceeded down the steps to lose himself in the music. The beat was so loud that Harry felt his pants vibrating against his shins. The song was heavy and almost hypnotic in its beat. Soon, he found himself pushing and grinding with the rest of the bodies.
A set of hands settled on his waist again and he pushed back against them. He felt an answering thrust and the pair moved in time with each other. It didn’t matter who it was, he wanted to feel, to just be. Harry felt the erection behind him and knew it was a man that grabbed him. From the feel of the body, the man was slender. Leaning his head back, he rested on the shoulder as they danced.
As Harry pushed back against the man behind him, the rest of the dance floor receded until it was a blur of color, moving in time to the music. The world centered on the two bodies, of the feel of the stranger’s hands pulling him closer, chest to back. Those tempting hands rubbed and stroked Harry’s chest and stomach. A groan escaped his lips as the stranger pushed his fingertips into the waistband of Harry’s pants.
“Do you want to take this somewhere else?” The man asked in a low drawl as they continued to grind against one another. Harry only nodded.
Hands still pushed into Harry’s waistband, the stranger guided Harry until they reached a private room. It was dark, so dark that Harry couldn’t see who the other person was as he twisted around to kiss. The brief light from the doorway illuminated blond hair, his favorite, before the stranger kicked it shut.
Mouths touched and pushed and thrust as they battled. The need roared to life within Harry as he quickly pulled off the t-shirt the stranger wore. Another tug and the belt was quickly undone. Plunging his hands into the barely undone trousers, Harry rubbed the erection in his hands.
He quickly sank to his knees and before the stranger could react, engulfed the cock in his mouth. The moan emitted by the stranger was well worth the control it took to suppress his gag reflex as he sucked, up and down, on the prick. Rubbing his one hand at the base as he sucked and licked, Harry rubbed his fingers over the man’s arse. He trailed his fingers across the pucker and back up to semi-painfully clench those cheeks.
“Enough.” That drawl again and Harry was pulled off the cock with a pop. Crashing their lips together, the stranger undid Harry’s belt and buttons, driving his hand into Harry’s pants as he lowered the zipper.
“Harder.” Harry breathed out as the man grabbed his erection. With rough, fierce movements, the stranger brought Harry to the brink. When the man held both their pricks together and continued to tug and rub, Harry couldn’t hold on any longer and came. Reaching out, he held the other man’s erection until he, too, came.
Pushing their hands together, Harry mixed their seed together and then brought a finger to the lips of the man. Sucking in one of Harry’s fingers, the man lifted his own hand to Harry’s lips. Grinning, he sucked it in and cleaned it with his tongue.
When their hands were clean, the stranger started redressing Harry.
“Luck be a lady tonight, eh?” Harry laughed at the line from his current partner.
“I’m no lady.” The stranger laughed at Harry’s statement.
“But luck let me see how nice a ‘dame’ you are.”
“A lady wouldn’t flirt with strangers, she’d have a heart, she’d have a soul, A lady wouldn't make little snake eyes at you.” Harry quoted back.
“Are you saying that you don’t have a soul?”
“I lost it years ago.” Harry turned and walked out of the room, never looking back.
Title: The Spinner’s Mix: Lost Souls
Author:wook77
Wordcount: 527
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Harry/Stranger
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Harry comes home to his lover after a night spent at The Spinner’s Mix.
A/N: fordream_wia_dream’s prompt “Why won't you love me, For who I am, Where I am, He said: 'Cause that's not the way the world is baby This is how I love you, baby. The arc of a love affair, Waiting to be restored, You take two bodies and you twirl them into one, Their hearts and their bones, And they won't come undone”. Set in the same universe as “How nice a dame”.
When Harry got home after his night at the Spinner’s Mix, the house was dark. Sighing, Harry undid his belt as he made his way to the bedroom. Pulling it loose, Harry quickly undid his trousers and kicked them off. As he entered the bathroom, scratching at a dried spot of come on his stomach, Harry flipped the light switch as he shut the door.
After a quick shower, Harry pulled on some pants and crawled into bed. His lover’s back was turned towards him. When Harry wrapped himself around him, his lover pulled free and shifted further to the far edge. Harry edged over until his lover’s voice stopped him.
“Don’t.” The command was angry.
“Fine.” Harry snipped before he turned his back. Harry had no idea how long they lay awake, backs turned, a few inches apart physically but miles apart emotionally. Finally, sleep claimed him.
When Harry awoke, his lover lay reaching towards him. Slowly, so as not to wake him, Harry reached his fingers out until they touched, tip to tip. A murmur that he couldn’t understand and his lover shifted closer. Emboldened, Harry brushed his fingers down the palm until they he could grasp the, and he hesitated to use the word, dainty wrist. Just as his fingers closed around it, the former Boy-Who-Lived watched as his lover opened his eyes.
“Where were you last night?” There was no sleep induced hesitation as his lover demanded information.
“The Spinner’s Mix, where I always go.” Disappointed eyes met his.
“Did you fuck someone else last night?” The accusation cut Harry and he reacted angrily.
“Yes, alright?! Is that what you want to hear? Yes, I fucked someone else.” A flinch and Harry regretted his harshness.
“Do you care about me at all?” The sadness in the voice slashed open Harry’s heart.
“Yes.” Harry’s adamant vow was soft.
“I don’t think you do, Harry. Why won't you love me, for who I am, where I am?” Still clutching at the slight wrist in his hand, Harry’s heart began to race.
“That’s not the way the world is. This is how I love you.” A blink and his lover disappeared and a hard stranger took his place.
“Who did you fuck last night?” The cold demand had a tone Harry hadn’t heard since his days in Hogwarts. It opened up a chasm greater than the few inches separating them
“I didn’t see him.”
“Don’t mince words, Harry.” The sneer on the face made Harry flinch. “Was it good? Was it good enough to ruin everything?” Harry couldn’t maintain eye contact.
“It was… it wasn’t anything like what we have.” A rough tug and the wrist pulled free of Harry’s grasp.
“You didn’t see him at all?” Harry shook his head. “Not one single feature?” Harry shook his head again before stopping.
“I saw his hair. The light reflected off it before he shut the door. I remember because it was blond and blond has always been my favorite because of you, Draco.” A disparaging snort answered him.
“Flattery will not help you, Harry.” Watching as his lover rolled out of bed and quickly dressed, Harry’s heart leapt to his throat.
“You were right last night, you know. You really don’t have a soul, Harry.” A crack of Apparation and Draco disappeared.
Before anyone asks, the answer is “No, I shan’t continue this. I like where it ended.”
Title: Hammock
Author:wook77
Wordcount: 575
Pairing: H/D
Summary: Harry gets creative in the yard after seeing Snape and Draco together.
A/N: foralbichorizon’s prompt of “H/D - sex in a rope hammock”. Also, apologies for the shitty summary, I just couldn’t think of one.
The day had been long and tedious. Harry was glad to be home. After spending too many hours shoving the piles of paperwork on his desk around, all Harry wanted was a cold drink and a nap. Hearing voices from the back of the house, he knew that his chance at a nap disappeared.
He quickly threaded his way through the house until he saw Draco sitting in the backyard, entertaining his least favorite person in the world. A sneer lit Professor Snape’s lips as he saw Harry.
“How nice of you to finally join us, Potter. Hard day doing nothing, I presume?” Instantly, Harry felt eleven again.
“It was quite unproductive, thank you for asking.” Harry smiled as he walked past the derisive professor and leaned in to kiss Draco on the lips.
“I’m quite sure.” Harry turned once more to address Snape.
“Are you staying for dinner, then, Professor?” Still using a polite conversational tone, Harry fervently wished that Snape had other things to do. He didn’t quite care what those things were, he just wanted Snape gone.
“Alas, Potter, I am unable to join you, Remus is waiting.” Harry did his best to suppress the shudder that wanted to course through his system at the mental picture.
“Tell Remus I said hello, then.” Harry kissed Draco on the cheek before making his way across the yard to the hammock. A blissful sigh left his lips as he rolled into it and crossed his arms over his eyes. Voices continued to murmur across the yard as he drifted to sleep.
“That was quite rude, you realize.” Harry’s smile answered for him as he felt Draco’s presence next to him. “Severus is a friend.” Letting a rude snort answer for him, Harry tugged at Draco until they were both reclining on the hammock.
“Mmm, this is nice. Let’s stay here all night, yeah?” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling them together until Draco lay on top of Harry.
“You’ll get rope marks on your back, Harry.”
“That’s ok with me.” They stayed silent until Harry spoke Draco’s name.
“Yes, Harry?” Draco propped his chin on Harry’s chest. The pressure was comforting.
“Let’s shag.”
“How romantic, Potter.” When Harry didn’t laugh with him, Draco quieted. “You mean right here and now?”
“Yeah, right here and now, Draco.” Harry reached up and toyed with Draco’s buttons.
“We’ll fall out.”
“Not if we’re careful.” Shirt undone, Harry pushed it off his lover’s shoulders and tweaked a nipple. At the slight moan, Harry lifted his head until he could nip the other nipple.
“What’s gotten into you, Harry?” It sounded like a rhetorical question to Harry so he didn’t answer. Instead, he latched his lips onto Draco’s as he undid both sets of trousers. The answering moan increased Harry’s arousal and soon, he had both cocks in his hands. The friction was unbelievable, even after all these years. When Draco’s hand joined his, Harry knew he wasn’t going to last long.
When Draco bit Harry’s neck, Harry came with a hoarse shout. A triumphant look on Draco’s face and Harry thrust his softening cock into Draco’s groin. With the increased pressure, Draco came as well.
“Told you we wouldn’t fall out.” Harry muttered as Draco collapsed onto him.
“Mmm, far be it for me to argue with the Boy Wonder.” The rope swing continued to rock as the lovers lay, sticky and replete in the setting sun.
Title: Fantasy Come True
Author:wook77
Wordcount: 558
Pairing: H/D
Summary: Draco awakes in the morning to realize his fantasy really did come true last night.
A/N: fornightmarephase’s prompt of “H/D – ‘I never thought you one for a bathroom full of duckies.’ ‘What were you expecting? A cave with skulls and a toilet?’”
The night had been hot and sexy and wonderful. It was nice waking up next to someone, even if that someone was currently snoring loudly in his ear. Shifting, Draco pressed back against the body curled around his. His morning erection hardened when the hand pinched one of his nipples. Opening his eyes, Draco watched the tanned and scarred hand drift lazily up and down his chest.
At the sight of the hand, memories came flooding back. His partner was none other than the Golden Boy himself, the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Become-The-Man-That-Vanquished-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A silly grin passed across his face before he squelched it. His fantasy, played out in so many ways throughout his Sixth Year, while on the run and through the years of the war, had become reality.
And what a reality it was, he thought to himself before capturing the hand as it delved further down his body. Draco could feel Harry lipping at the back of his neck, through his hair. The smile, this time a bit more serious, reappeared.
“Mmm, morning.” Harry mumbled as he shifted towards Draco’s shoulder.
“Good morning.” Draco’s voice was slightly formal and he wasn’t sure what to say or how to say it. They’d been enemies and reluctant allies for far too long. Last night might have been a mistake, after all. Hormones getting the best of them after sharing a drink at the pub or it could have been the drink, although Draco didn’t remember drinking all that much. He certainly didn’t feel the effects of too much drink.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Another mumble whispered across his collarbone as Harry shifted closer.
“It is a natural function, Potter.”
“Not at this hour of the morning and it’s Harry.” A small nip at the juncture of neck and shoulder and Draco bit back a moan.
“What’s Harry?” Draco was losing the ability to think as Harry moved their entwined hands onto Draco’s prick.
“My name, prat.” This time, as the hands grasped his cock and rubbed the head, Draco couldn’t help the moan as it burst out of his lips.
“I knew tha..AT. Oh god, don’t stop.” Harry’s erection pressed into Draco’s cleft as Harry pressed their bodies so close that they melded together. Rocking back and forth, the new lovers were slow to find the rhythm but once they reached it, it didn’t take long for them to climax.
“That’s a nice way to wake up, Draco.” His name on Harry’s lips sounded right and that scared Draco for a second. Thoughts of his father and his mother raced through his brain before he remembered that neither could care, the first due to his death and the second due to her incarceration and subsequent insanity.
“Toilet?” Draco gestured blindly behind them as he thought about what his parents would have said had this occurred earlier.
“Right, thanks.” His back chilled and matched the coldness of his thoughts. He heard the door open and then laughter.
Rolling over and leaving his thoughts behind, Draco called out, “What’s so funny?”
“I never thought you one for a bathroom full of duckies.”
“‘What were you expecting? A cave with skulls and a toilet?” Harry popped his head out of the bathroom and grinned. Draco grinned back. His worries about his parents were left on the bed as he crossed the room to Harry.
Title: Unknown Fantasy Comes True
Author:wook77
Wordcount: 760
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Summary: Draco’s misbehaved and Harry teaches him a lesson.
Warnings: Contains spanking
A/N: formaddykitty’s prompt of “H/D - bottom!Draco, light spanking, established relationship” - I’m seeing it as a continuation of the pair in “Fantasy Come True”
They’d moved three times in the past four years. Every time they found a comfortable spot, the press would find them and Harry would insist that they find anther home. Each and every time they moved Harry would insist that the bathroom be filled with duckies and Draco would smile.
In the six years they’d dated, Harry had constantly teased Draco for his obsession with the cute rubber duckies. It brought back memories of their first night together and the next morning. That wasn’t to say that the relationship was always steady and wonderful. Instead, it was filled with arguments and hot make-up sex followed by more arguments and even more hot make-up sex.
This time, however, Draco thought he might have gone too far. As Harry’s face darkened, Draco just knew he’d pushed Harry beyond the breaking point. Self-preservation kicked in and Draco turned and sprinted towards the bedroom and his wand. The thudding of feet told him Harry was close behind, too close as Harry had always run faster than he.
Slamming the door and then leaning against it, his eyes racked the room, searching frantically for his wand. When he found it, his hopes for avoiding punishment disappeared because it was completely across the room. The door slammed and Draco pushed back. Harry kept throwing his weight against the door and random bits of curse words popped through every time the door bounced a bit open.
Finally, the door burst open. Draco flew across the room. Turning quickly, he held his hands straight out in front of him.
“I didn’t mean it.” The dark look on Harry’s face didn’t bode well and Draco frenetically hunted for something else to placate his lover.
“Oh really? Malfoy, you know I’m not going to let it pass.” Draco was both apprehensive and intrigued by what Harry would come up with to punish him. There had been the corset, the dress, the high heels, the everlasting erection and the ties. This time, Draco knew he’d gone beyond any punishment that would be pleasurable to him.
“Now, Harry, it’s not as bad as it seems.” Harry shook his head and crooked a finger towards Draco. When he shook his head negatively, Harry crooked his finger again.
“Get over here, Malfoy.” Slowly dragging his feet across the bleached hardwood floors, Draco finally stood in front of Harry. “Strip.” Obeying, Draco took off his trousers and shirt. “Pants as well.” Draco shucked his pants and waited, his prick bobbing.
When Harry sat, Draco’s prick gave a leap as Harry eyed it. A sigh slipped past his lips as Harry ignored his cock. Instead, Harry tugged Draco until he was facedown on Harry’s lap. A resounding slap sounded through the air, followed by pain from his arse.
“What the fuck do you think, OW, goddamn it, Potter! Are you spanking me?!” After each of his outbursts, Draco’s arse sent another wave of pain up his spine from the smacking of Harry’s hand against his arse.
“You…” A crack and Draco knew his arse would be flaming red by this point.
“Are…” Another crack and Draco’s cock twitched.
“Never…” Another and Draco could feel the dampening of Harry’s trousers where Draco’s cock leaked against them.
“Doing…” A moan after the next spank and Draco’s face heated.
“That…” Oh Sweet God Above, he pled as Harry’s hand connected.
“Again! Am I understood?” Draco buried his face against the scratchy wool of Harry’s trousers, trying to hide the blush and the heat of arousal against them.
“Yes.” Draco’s response was blurred by the fabric and the leg he pushed against.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Harry’s voice was taunting and Draco knew it.
“Yes!” He shouted as he pulled his face away from the leg.
“Yes, what?” His cock twitched again as Harry’s voice switched to a forceful purr.
“Yes, Master!” When Harry’s hands rubbed and soothed his arse, Draco could swear that his cock was doing the Mambo as it danced against the wool, scratchy and encouraging.
“Very good, Draco. Come here and give me a kiss, yeah? You know I hate punishing you.” Draco stood up before settling his sore bum in Harry’s lap, legs wrapped wantonly around Harry and the chair.
“I think you get off on it.” To prove his point, Draco pushed down against Harry’s erection.
“I think you get off on it.” Proving his point, Harry gripped Draco’s prick and gave a rough tug. With a shout, Draco erupted across both of them.
“That I do, Harry, that I do.”
Finally, I have 9 original prompts (2 are SW, 1 is G/L and the rest is H/D) to go and 3 secondary prompts. Nothing promised on the 3 secondary (meaning the prompter gave me my choice between 2).
As always, commentary and concrit welcomed with open arms.
Title: The Spinner’s Mix: How nice a dame
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 874
Pairing: Harry/?Stranger?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry goes to the Spinner’s Mix. While there, he meets a stranger. It didn’t matter who it was, he wanted to feel, to just be.
A/N: for
luciology’s prompt of H/D - A club, with "Luck be a lady tonight". Semi-songfic because I use lyrics from Luck be a Lady Tonight from Guys and Dolls. (shudders to even type the previous. Gah, I wrote a songfic, I’m such a poser.)The Spinner’s Mix was a wizarding club with a DJ that remixed songs from both the Muggle world and the Wizarding one. It was located in a hybrid part of town, half-Muggle and half-Wizard. Since the area was so mixed, the inhabitants were used to the odd dress and mannerisms of the visiting wizards and witches.
The line in front of the club snaked around the building. Thankfully, being the Slayer-of-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, all Harry had to do to gain entrance was to flash his id to the bouncer. The line groaned as Harry slipped into the club.
The music was pounding and there were countless bodies gyrating on the dance floor. Lights flashed overhead, strobe lights interspersed with colored lights swirling throughout the dance floor. There were fairy lights that floated around and followed people for a time.
Harry paused after entering and surveyed the club. There were two stories, the top one where he stood now and the dance floor. Across the room, the DJ stood, spinning the music that drove the frenzy down below.
Smiling to himself, Harry pushed his way through the throng of people until he reached the bar. Shouting over the noise, he quickly ordered a Humdinger, a mixed drink only available at the Spinner’s Mix. Drink in hand, he made a circuit of the top floor, nodding to the few people he knew. George Weasley and Lee Jordan stood close together and after a brief wave, Harry moved past.
Sitting his drink down on an empty table, he proceeded down the steps to lose himself in the music. The beat was so loud that Harry felt his pants vibrating against his shins. The song was heavy and almost hypnotic in its beat. Soon, he found himself pushing and grinding with the rest of the bodies.
A set of hands settled on his waist again and he pushed back against them. He felt an answering thrust and the pair moved in time with each other. It didn’t matter who it was, he wanted to feel, to just be. Harry felt the erection behind him and knew it was a man that grabbed him. From the feel of the body, the man was slender. Leaning his head back, he rested on the shoulder as they danced.
As Harry pushed back against the man behind him, the rest of the dance floor receded until it was a blur of color, moving in time to the music. The world centered on the two bodies, of the feel of the stranger’s hands pulling him closer, chest to back. Those tempting hands rubbed and stroked Harry’s chest and stomach. A groan escaped his lips as the stranger pushed his fingertips into the waistband of Harry’s pants.
“Do you want to take this somewhere else?” The man asked in a low drawl as they continued to grind against one another. Harry only nodded.
Hands still pushed into Harry’s waistband, the stranger guided Harry until they reached a private room. It was dark, so dark that Harry couldn’t see who the other person was as he twisted around to kiss. The brief light from the doorway illuminated blond hair, his favorite, before the stranger kicked it shut.
Mouths touched and pushed and thrust as they battled. The need roared to life within Harry as he quickly pulled off the t-shirt the stranger wore. Another tug and the belt was quickly undone. Plunging his hands into the barely undone trousers, Harry rubbed the erection in his hands.
He quickly sank to his knees and before the stranger could react, engulfed the cock in his mouth. The moan emitted by the stranger was well worth the control it took to suppress his gag reflex as he sucked, up and down, on the prick. Rubbing his one hand at the base as he sucked and licked, Harry rubbed his fingers over the man’s arse. He trailed his fingers across the pucker and back up to semi-painfully clench those cheeks.
“Enough.” That drawl again and Harry was pulled off the cock with a pop. Crashing their lips together, the stranger undid Harry’s belt and buttons, driving his hand into Harry’s pants as he lowered the zipper.
“Harder.” Harry breathed out as the man grabbed his erection. With rough, fierce movements, the stranger brought Harry to the brink. When the man held both their pricks together and continued to tug and rub, Harry couldn’t hold on any longer and came. Reaching out, he held the other man’s erection until he, too, came.
Pushing their hands together, Harry mixed their seed together and then brought a finger to the lips of the man. Sucking in one of Harry’s fingers, the man lifted his own hand to Harry’s lips. Grinning, he sucked it in and cleaned it with his tongue.
When their hands were clean, the stranger started redressing Harry.
“Luck be a lady tonight, eh?” Harry laughed at the line from his current partner.
“I’m no lady.” The stranger laughed at Harry’s statement.
“But luck let me see how nice a ‘dame’ you are.”
“A lady wouldn’t flirt with strangers, she’d have a heart, she’d have a soul, A lady wouldn't make little snake eyes at you.” Harry quoted back.
“Are you saying that you don’t have a soul?”
“I lost it years ago.” Harry turned and walked out of the room, never looking back.
Title: The Spinner’s Mix: Lost Souls
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 527
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Harry/Stranger
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Harry comes home to his lover after a night spent at The Spinner’s Mix.
A/N: for
dream_wia_dream’s prompt “Why won't you love me, For who I am, Where I am, He said: 'Cause that's not the way the world is baby This is how I love you, baby. The arc of a love affair, Waiting to be restored, You take two bodies and you twirl them into one, Their hearts and their bones, And they won't come undone”. Set in the same universe as “How nice a dame”. When Harry got home after his night at the Spinner’s Mix, the house was dark. Sighing, Harry undid his belt as he made his way to the bedroom. Pulling it loose, Harry quickly undid his trousers and kicked them off. As he entered the bathroom, scratching at a dried spot of come on his stomach, Harry flipped the light switch as he shut the door.
After a quick shower, Harry pulled on some pants and crawled into bed. His lover’s back was turned towards him. When Harry wrapped himself around him, his lover pulled free and shifted further to the far edge. Harry edged over until his lover’s voice stopped him.
“Don’t.” The command was angry.
“Fine.” Harry snipped before he turned his back. Harry had no idea how long they lay awake, backs turned, a few inches apart physically but miles apart emotionally. Finally, sleep claimed him.
When Harry awoke, his lover lay reaching towards him. Slowly, so as not to wake him, Harry reached his fingers out until they touched, tip to tip. A murmur that he couldn’t understand and his lover shifted closer. Emboldened, Harry brushed his fingers down the palm until they he could grasp the, and he hesitated to use the word, dainty wrist. Just as his fingers closed around it, the former Boy-Who-Lived watched as his lover opened his eyes.
“Where were you last night?” There was no sleep induced hesitation as his lover demanded information.
“The Spinner’s Mix, where I always go.” Disappointed eyes met his.
“Did you fuck someone else last night?” The accusation cut Harry and he reacted angrily.
“Yes, alright?! Is that what you want to hear? Yes, I fucked someone else.” A flinch and Harry regretted his harshness.
“Do you care about me at all?” The sadness in the voice slashed open Harry’s heart.
“Yes.” Harry’s adamant vow was soft.
“I don’t think you do, Harry. Why won't you love me, for who I am, where I am?” Still clutching at the slight wrist in his hand, Harry’s heart began to race.
“That’s not the way the world is. This is how I love you.” A blink and his lover disappeared and a hard stranger took his place.
“Who did you fuck last night?” The cold demand had a tone Harry hadn’t heard since his days in Hogwarts. It opened up a chasm greater than the few inches separating them
“I didn’t see him.”
“Don’t mince words, Harry.” The sneer on the face made Harry flinch. “Was it good? Was it good enough to ruin everything?” Harry couldn’t maintain eye contact.
“It was… it wasn’t anything like what we have.” A rough tug and the wrist pulled free of Harry’s grasp.
“You didn’t see him at all?” Harry shook his head. “Not one single feature?” Harry shook his head again before stopping.
“I saw his hair. The light reflected off it before he shut the door. I remember because it was blond and blond has always been my favorite because of you, Draco.” A disparaging snort answered him.
“Flattery will not help you, Harry.” Watching as his lover rolled out of bed and quickly dressed, Harry’s heart leapt to his throat.
“You were right last night, you know. You really don’t have a soul, Harry.” A crack of Apparation and Draco disappeared.
Before anyone asks, the answer is “No, I shan’t continue this. I like where it ended.”
Title: Hammock
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 575
Pairing: H/D
Summary: Harry gets creative in the yard after seeing Snape and Draco together.
A/N: for
albichorizon’s prompt of “H/D - sex in a rope hammock”. Also, apologies for the shitty summary, I just couldn’t think of one.The day had been long and tedious. Harry was glad to be home. After spending too many hours shoving the piles of paperwork on his desk around, all Harry wanted was a cold drink and a nap. Hearing voices from the back of the house, he knew that his chance at a nap disappeared.
He quickly threaded his way through the house until he saw Draco sitting in the backyard, entertaining his least favorite person in the world. A sneer lit Professor Snape’s lips as he saw Harry.
“How nice of you to finally join us, Potter. Hard day doing nothing, I presume?” Instantly, Harry felt eleven again.
“It was quite unproductive, thank you for asking.” Harry smiled as he walked past the derisive professor and leaned in to kiss Draco on the lips.
“I’m quite sure.” Harry turned once more to address Snape.
“Are you staying for dinner, then, Professor?” Still using a polite conversational tone, Harry fervently wished that Snape had other things to do. He didn’t quite care what those things were, he just wanted Snape gone.
“Alas, Potter, I am unable to join you, Remus is waiting.” Harry did his best to suppress the shudder that wanted to course through his system at the mental picture.
“Tell Remus I said hello, then.” Harry kissed Draco on the cheek before making his way across the yard to the hammock. A blissful sigh left his lips as he rolled into it and crossed his arms over his eyes. Voices continued to murmur across the yard as he drifted to sleep.
“That was quite rude, you realize.” Harry’s smile answered for him as he felt Draco’s presence next to him. “Severus is a friend.” Letting a rude snort answer for him, Harry tugged at Draco until they were both reclining on the hammock.
“Mmm, this is nice. Let’s stay here all night, yeah?” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling them together until Draco lay on top of Harry.
“You’ll get rope marks on your back, Harry.”
“That’s ok with me.” They stayed silent until Harry spoke Draco’s name.
“Yes, Harry?” Draco propped his chin on Harry’s chest. The pressure was comforting.
“Let’s shag.”
“How romantic, Potter.” When Harry didn’t laugh with him, Draco quieted. “You mean right here and now?”
“Yeah, right here and now, Draco.” Harry reached up and toyed with Draco’s buttons.
“We’ll fall out.”
“Not if we’re careful.” Shirt undone, Harry pushed it off his lover’s shoulders and tweaked a nipple. At the slight moan, Harry lifted his head until he could nip the other nipple.
“What’s gotten into you, Harry?” It sounded like a rhetorical question to Harry so he didn’t answer. Instead, he latched his lips onto Draco’s as he undid both sets of trousers. The answering moan increased Harry’s arousal and soon, he had both cocks in his hands. The friction was unbelievable, even after all these years. When Draco’s hand joined his, Harry knew he wasn’t going to last long.
When Draco bit Harry’s neck, Harry came with a hoarse shout. A triumphant look on Draco’s face and Harry thrust his softening cock into Draco’s groin. With the increased pressure, Draco came as well.
“Told you we wouldn’t fall out.” Harry muttered as Draco collapsed onto him.
“Mmm, far be it for me to argue with the Boy Wonder.” The rope swing continued to rock as the lovers lay, sticky and replete in the setting sun.
Title: Fantasy Come True
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 558
Pairing: H/D
Summary: Draco awakes in the morning to realize his fantasy really did come true last night.
A/N: for
nightmarephase’s prompt of “H/D – ‘I never thought you one for a bathroom full of duckies.’ ‘What were you expecting? A cave with skulls and a toilet?’” The night had been hot and sexy and wonderful. It was nice waking up next to someone, even if that someone was currently snoring loudly in his ear. Shifting, Draco pressed back against the body curled around his. His morning erection hardened when the hand pinched one of his nipples. Opening his eyes, Draco watched the tanned and scarred hand drift lazily up and down his chest.
At the sight of the hand, memories came flooding back. His partner was none other than the Golden Boy himself, the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Become-The-Man-That-Vanquished-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A silly grin passed across his face before he squelched it. His fantasy, played out in so many ways throughout his Sixth Year, while on the run and through the years of the war, had become reality.
And what a reality it was, he thought to himself before capturing the hand as it delved further down his body. Draco could feel Harry lipping at the back of his neck, through his hair. The smile, this time a bit more serious, reappeared.
“Mmm, morning.” Harry mumbled as he shifted towards Draco’s shoulder.
“Good morning.” Draco’s voice was slightly formal and he wasn’t sure what to say or how to say it. They’d been enemies and reluctant allies for far too long. Last night might have been a mistake, after all. Hormones getting the best of them after sharing a drink at the pub or it could have been the drink, although Draco didn’t remember drinking all that much. He certainly didn’t feel the effects of too much drink.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Another mumble whispered across his collarbone as Harry shifted closer.
“It is a natural function, Potter.”
“Not at this hour of the morning and it’s Harry.” A small nip at the juncture of neck and shoulder and Draco bit back a moan.
“What’s Harry?” Draco was losing the ability to think as Harry moved their entwined hands onto Draco’s prick.
“My name, prat.” This time, as the hands grasped his cock and rubbed the head, Draco couldn’t help the moan as it burst out of his lips.
“I knew tha..AT. Oh god, don’t stop.” Harry’s erection pressed into Draco’s cleft as Harry pressed their bodies so close that they melded together. Rocking back and forth, the new lovers were slow to find the rhythm but once they reached it, it didn’t take long for them to climax.
“That’s a nice way to wake up, Draco.” His name on Harry’s lips sounded right and that scared Draco for a second. Thoughts of his father and his mother raced through his brain before he remembered that neither could care, the first due to his death and the second due to her incarceration and subsequent insanity.
“Toilet?” Draco gestured blindly behind them as he thought about what his parents would have said had this occurred earlier.
“Right, thanks.” His back chilled and matched the coldness of his thoughts. He heard the door open and then laughter.
Rolling over and leaving his thoughts behind, Draco called out, “What’s so funny?”
“I never thought you one for a bathroom full of duckies.”
“‘What were you expecting? A cave with skulls and a toilet?” Harry popped his head out of the bathroom and grinned. Draco grinned back. His worries about his parents were left on the bed as he crossed the room to Harry.
Title: Unknown Fantasy Comes True
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 760
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Summary: Draco’s misbehaved and Harry teaches him a lesson.
Warnings: Contains spanking
A/N: for
maddykitty’s prompt of “H/D - bottom!Draco, light spanking, established relationship” - I’m seeing it as a continuation of the pair in “Fantasy Come True”They’d moved three times in the past four years. Every time they found a comfortable spot, the press would find them and Harry would insist that they find anther home. Each and every time they moved Harry would insist that the bathroom be filled with duckies and Draco would smile.
In the six years they’d dated, Harry had constantly teased Draco for his obsession with the cute rubber duckies. It brought back memories of their first night together and the next morning. That wasn’t to say that the relationship was always steady and wonderful. Instead, it was filled with arguments and hot make-up sex followed by more arguments and even more hot make-up sex.
This time, however, Draco thought he might have gone too far. As Harry’s face darkened, Draco just knew he’d pushed Harry beyond the breaking point. Self-preservation kicked in and Draco turned and sprinted towards the bedroom and his wand. The thudding of feet told him Harry was close behind, too close as Harry had always run faster than he.
Slamming the door and then leaning against it, his eyes racked the room, searching frantically for his wand. When he found it, his hopes for avoiding punishment disappeared because it was completely across the room. The door slammed and Draco pushed back. Harry kept throwing his weight against the door and random bits of curse words popped through every time the door bounced a bit open.
Finally, the door burst open. Draco flew across the room. Turning quickly, he held his hands straight out in front of him.
“I didn’t mean it.” The dark look on Harry’s face didn’t bode well and Draco frenetically hunted for something else to placate his lover.
“Oh really? Malfoy, you know I’m not going to let it pass.” Draco was both apprehensive and intrigued by what Harry would come up with to punish him. There had been the corset, the dress, the high heels, the everlasting erection and the ties. This time, Draco knew he’d gone beyond any punishment that would be pleasurable to him.
“Now, Harry, it’s not as bad as it seems.” Harry shook his head and crooked a finger towards Draco. When he shook his head negatively, Harry crooked his finger again.
“Get over here, Malfoy.” Slowly dragging his feet across the bleached hardwood floors, Draco finally stood in front of Harry. “Strip.” Obeying, Draco took off his trousers and shirt. “Pants as well.” Draco shucked his pants and waited, his prick bobbing.
When Harry sat, Draco’s prick gave a leap as Harry eyed it. A sigh slipped past his lips as Harry ignored his cock. Instead, Harry tugged Draco until he was facedown on Harry’s lap. A resounding slap sounded through the air, followed by pain from his arse.
“What the fuck do you think, OW, goddamn it, Potter! Are you spanking me?!” After each of his outbursts, Draco’s arse sent another wave of pain up his spine from the smacking of Harry’s hand against his arse.
“You…” A crack and Draco knew his arse would be flaming red by this point.
“Are…” Another crack and Draco’s cock twitched.
“Never…” Another and Draco could feel the dampening of Harry’s trousers where Draco’s cock leaked against them.
“Doing…” A moan after the next spank and Draco’s face heated.
“That…” Oh Sweet God Above, he pled as Harry’s hand connected.
“Again! Am I understood?” Draco buried his face against the scratchy wool of Harry’s trousers, trying to hide the blush and the heat of arousal against them.
“Yes.” Draco’s response was blurred by the fabric and the leg he pushed against.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Harry’s voice was taunting and Draco knew it.
“Yes!” He shouted as he pulled his face away from the leg.
“Yes, what?” His cock twitched again as Harry’s voice switched to a forceful purr.
“Yes, Master!” When Harry’s hands rubbed and soothed his arse, Draco could swear that his cock was doing the Mambo as it danced against the wool, scratchy and encouraging.
“Very good, Draco. Come here and give me a kiss, yeah? You know I hate punishing you.” Draco stood up before settling his sore bum in Harry’s lap, legs wrapped wantonly around Harry and the chair.
“I think you get off on it.” To prove his point, Draco pushed down against Harry’s erection.
“I think you get off on it.” Proving his point, Harry gripped Draco’s prick and gave a rough tug. With a shout, Draco erupted across both of them.
“That I do, Harry, that I do.”
Finally, I have 9 original prompts (2 are SW, 1 is G/L and the rest is H/D) to go and 3 secondary prompts. Nothing promised on the 3 secondary (meaning the prompter gave me my choice between 2).
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Date: 2005-11-21 11:16 am (UTC)Spinner's Mix - I can't help feeling Oh Harry, what have you done you silly man, yet I understand why perfectly. I'm certain that Harry would come out of the war touched in some way by darkness. Great description of the club and I'm glad to see that Draco's still got some pride. :)
I liked all the others too. I think they did very well not to fall out of the hammock. The waking up scene in Fantasy Come True was just lovely. It made me feel like grabbing hubby and going back to bed for a snuggle. I would love to know what Draco did to make Harry so cross that he got spanked. It's funny how we all have our varied kinks. Spanking is not really my thing in fics, bondage on the other hand... *smirks*
ps I loved seeing Guys & Dolls. The cast was amazing.
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Date: 2005-11-21 06:24 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed what I did with your prompt. I know that wasn't what you really wanted when you prompted but that's what came... the description of the club was actually written for another story I canned but knew I could use some of the stuff (damn George and Lee anyway for not liking what I was doing with them).
The waking scene was one of my favorite to write. I like that softness of the morning...
Haven't seen Guys & Dolls, but I hear it's amazing. I'll have to rent it or something.
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Date: 2005-11-21 11:06 pm (UTC)It's probably the lack of new, completed multi-chaptered fics that they mean and not WIP's or one shots.
I know that wasn't what you really wanted
I'm a hopeless romantic and adore happy endings. That doesn't mean I don't like fics that pull at the heart - which I did. Anyway, there are countless fics where the boys meet at a club & have a happy relationship.
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:21 pm (UTC)I really really wanted to write a dancing/grinding fic for you but it ended up sounding cheesey and lame so I canned it.
I love a happy ending as well but this one just wouldn't give itself one without sounding cliched and lame. (can you tell I hate to be lame? *snirt*)