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wook77Title: Sir Shag-a-lot
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Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, one bad pun (which is also the title so the warning might be too late)
Summary: Harry continues keeping his promise for a shag-a-day. The enormity of the promise becomes apparent to Harry.
Disclaimer: All things HP belong to JKR and associated business partners et al. No profit was made but lots of fun was had.
Author's Note: This is dedicated toenchanted_jae and star_dancer54 for the wonderful opportunity to be a part of the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_365 project. This is crossposted both here and at hd_365.
As always, concrit and commentary is welcomed with open arms.
Harry rolled over and groaned. They'd had a late night last night and Harry wanted to hex his alarm clock until it exploded in little bits all over the room. He'd spent the entire night worshiping Draco to make up for the fact that he'd ripped out so much of his hair earlier in the day.
Flopping an arm loosely over his eyes, Harry listened to the shifting sheets as Draco began to stir. They were four days into the New Year and already Harry was beginning to regret his impulsive promise to Draco. Sure, they'd shagged regularly before the promise but it had slowly faded to once a day before fading to once every other day and then every third or so day. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to Draco. Hell, if anything, he was more attracted now than ever before. Instead, it was that they were both adults with commitments and jobs and stress. Some days it was all that he could do to stay awake long enough to make it to bed.
"Hello, lover." Draco purred into Harry's ear. A lick preceded the slide of skin on skin as Draco licked his way down Harry's body.
"You woke up randy." A nip answered Harry's gravelly-voiced response. His prick stirred as Draco continued licking past his chest and paused to dart his mischievous tongue into Harry's belly button.
"I simply want breakfast." Harry could feel the leer against his cock as Draco lapped at the head. Before he could respond, Draco engulfed his prick into his mouth, sucking hard.
"Shite, Draco." The last part of his lover's name became a high pitched moan as Draco continued to bob his head up and down over Harry's cock. The blankets tented and lowered with Draco's movements. When an icy hand grabbed his balls, Harry jerked, ramming his cock to the back of Draco's throat.
"For fuck's sake, Potter. Watch what the hell you're doing!" Draco came slithering out of the blankets to lay on Harry's chest as he yelled at Harry.
"I didn't do it on purpose, Malfoy. It was an accident. You put your cold-arsed hands on my balls. What the hell would you do if I put my cold hands on your balls, eh?" Draco merely smirked as Harry continued to rage. "It's not like I thought, hey, why don't I ram my cock down his…"
Harry's words were cut off by Draco's lips mashing against his own. Still pissed, Harry rolled them over so that he pressed Draco down into the mattress. His feet rubbed Draco's legs, the calluses on his heels chafing against the smooth calf.
"Christ on Crutches, Harry, don't you ever take care of your feet?" Harry merely grinned and rubbed harder. Turning his head to the side, Harry bit down on Draco's earlobe.
"Shit, Potter!" Teeth firmly attached, Harry licked the small bit of lobe in his mouth before he released it. As Draco hissed, whether in disappointment or pain, Harry didn't know, Harry slid further down to take the skin at the juncture of collarbone and shoulder into his mouth.
"More, Harry." Harry grinned around his mouthful.
He knew Draco loved the feel of teeth on his flesh and Harry continued to bite and release around the sensitive flesh. Finally, though, Harry licked at the skin he'd abused. Taking time to nip and lick and suck at the bounty in front of him as he drifted down Draco’s body, Harry finally reached his lover’s cock. Pushing it to the side as he shoved his hands under Draco's arse, Harry sucked in the balls hanging in front of him. He rolled them around in his mouth as he maintained a light suction. Draco's keening moan told Harry that his ministrations were appreciated.
As he sucked at the balls, Harry gently slid a few fingers into his mouth and wetted them. Then he gradually removed them and, without giving Draco any warning, thrust all three into Draco's arse.
"Fuck, Harry!" Draco exclaimed as he jumped, ripping his balls out of Harry's mouth. Harry couldn't help his smile as he scissored and thrust his fingers while his teeth scrapped against the sensitive flesh that pulled out of his mouth.
"Don't like that, Draco?" Harry lapped at Draco's cock from bottom to top before swirling his tongue and licking back down the length. His morning stubble tickled as his cheek drifted against Draco’s cock.
"Who the hell would, Harry?" Harry smirked as he engulfed the prick he’d toyed with. Harry sucked and licked for an instant before pulling of with a “pop”.
"Are you sure you didn't like that? Don't lie to me." It was more of a demand than a question. Draco looked like he was about to protest. However, before he could say anything, Harry finished preparing Draco and swiftly slid up his body and thrust into it with one smooth movement.
As he looked down at Draco, he punctuated his next words with a thrust after each one.
"Don't.lie.to.me.I.can.tell.when.you're.lying.to me."
Harry slid a hand down Draco's body until he held Draco's cock. Jerking in time with his thrusts, he couldn't continue speaking because he could feel the tightening in his balls. Shuddering and crying out his lover's name, Harry came. Draco followed after a few more jerks.
Feeling limp and boneless, Harry lay on top of Draco, head pressed to chest. Draco's fingers slid into Harry's hair. Unable to stop himself, Harry purred at the sensation.
"You're a feckin' cat. You know that, right?" Harry only nodded before stilling underneath Draco's hands.
"You're going to be the death of me, Potter." Harry smirked slightly against Draco's chest. "Are you actually going to keep your promise?" A nod answered Draco before he continued.
"A shag a day? Really?" Harry nodded again after every question.
"That's good, then." Blindly reaching, Harry found Draco's mouth and pressed a finger against it. The rumble under his cheek was the only warning Harry received before Draco sucked his finger into his mouth and bit down while laughing. When Harry yelped, Draco sucked it lightly and then spit it out.
"Come on, Sir Shag-a-lot." Harry snorted at the horrible nickname. "We've work." Harry simply turned over and tossed the blankets over his head.
Author:
wook77Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, one bad pun (which is also the title so the warning might be too late)
Summary: Harry continues keeping his promise for a shag-a-day. The enormity of the promise becomes apparent to Harry.
Disclaimer: All things HP belong to JKR and associated business partners et al. No profit was made but lots of fun was had.
Author's Note: This is dedicated to
enchanted_jae and star_dancer54 for the wonderful opportunity to be a part of the hd_365 project. This is crossposted both here and at hd_365.As always, concrit and commentary is welcomed with open arms.
Harry rolled over and groaned. They'd had a late night last night and Harry wanted to hex his alarm clock until it exploded in little bits all over the room. He'd spent the entire night worshiping Draco to make up for the fact that he'd ripped out so much of his hair earlier in the day.
Flopping an arm loosely over his eyes, Harry listened to the shifting sheets as Draco began to stir. They were four days into the New Year and already Harry was beginning to regret his impulsive promise to Draco. Sure, they'd shagged regularly before the promise but it had slowly faded to once a day before fading to once every other day and then every third or so day. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to Draco. Hell, if anything, he was more attracted now than ever before. Instead, it was that they were both adults with commitments and jobs and stress. Some days it was all that he could do to stay awake long enough to make it to bed.
"Hello, lover." Draco purred into Harry's ear. A lick preceded the slide of skin on skin as Draco licked his way down Harry's body.
"You woke up randy." A nip answered Harry's gravelly-voiced response. His prick stirred as Draco continued licking past his chest and paused to dart his mischievous tongue into Harry's belly button.
"I simply want breakfast." Harry could feel the leer against his cock as Draco lapped at the head. Before he could respond, Draco engulfed his prick into his mouth, sucking hard.
"Shite, Draco." The last part of his lover's name became a high pitched moan as Draco continued to bob his head up and down over Harry's cock. The blankets tented and lowered with Draco's movements. When an icy hand grabbed his balls, Harry jerked, ramming his cock to the back of Draco's throat.
"For fuck's sake, Potter. Watch what the hell you're doing!" Draco came slithering out of the blankets to lay on Harry's chest as he yelled at Harry.
"I didn't do it on purpose, Malfoy. It was an accident. You put your cold-arsed hands on my balls. What the hell would you do if I put my cold hands on your balls, eh?" Draco merely smirked as Harry continued to rage. "It's not like I thought, hey, why don't I ram my cock down his…"
Harry's words were cut off by Draco's lips mashing against his own. Still pissed, Harry rolled them over so that he pressed Draco down into the mattress. His feet rubbed Draco's legs, the calluses on his heels chafing against the smooth calf.
"Christ on Crutches, Harry, don't you ever take care of your feet?" Harry merely grinned and rubbed harder. Turning his head to the side, Harry bit down on Draco's earlobe.
"Shit, Potter!" Teeth firmly attached, Harry licked the small bit of lobe in his mouth before he released it. As Draco hissed, whether in disappointment or pain, Harry didn't know, Harry slid further down to take the skin at the juncture of collarbone and shoulder into his mouth.
"More, Harry." Harry grinned around his mouthful.
He knew Draco loved the feel of teeth on his flesh and Harry continued to bite and release around the sensitive flesh. Finally, though, Harry licked at the skin he'd abused. Taking time to nip and lick and suck at the bounty in front of him as he drifted down Draco’s body, Harry finally reached his lover’s cock. Pushing it to the side as he shoved his hands under Draco's arse, Harry sucked in the balls hanging in front of him. He rolled them around in his mouth as he maintained a light suction. Draco's keening moan told Harry that his ministrations were appreciated.
As he sucked at the balls, Harry gently slid a few fingers into his mouth and wetted them. Then he gradually removed them and, without giving Draco any warning, thrust all three into Draco's arse.
"Fuck, Harry!" Draco exclaimed as he jumped, ripping his balls out of Harry's mouth. Harry couldn't help his smile as he scissored and thrust his fingers while his teeth scrapped against the sensitive flesh that pulled out of his mouth.
"Don't like that, Draco?" Harry lapped at Draco's cock from bottom to top before swirling his tongue and licking back down the length. His morning stubble tickled as his cheek drifted against Draco’s cock.
"Who the hell would, Harry?" Harry smirked as he engulfed the prick he’d toyed with. Harry sucked and licked for an instant before pulling of with a “pop”.
"Are you sure you didn't like that? Don't lie to me." It was more of a demand than a question. Draco looked like he was about to protest. However, before he could say anything, Harry finished preparing Draco and swiftly slid up his body and thrust into it with one smooth movement.
As he looked down at Draco, he punctuated his next words with a thrust after each one.
"Don't.lie.to.me.I.can.tell.when.you're.lying.to me."
Harry slid a hand down Draco's body until he held Draco's cock. Jerking in time with his thrusts, he couldn't continue speaking because he could feel the tightening in his balls. Shuddering and crying out his lover's name, Harry came. Draco followed after a few more jerks.
Feeling limp and boneless, Harry lay on top of Draco, head pressed to chest. Draco's fingers slid into Harry's hair. Unable to stop himself, Harry purred at the sensation.
"You're a feckin' cat. You know that, right?" Harry only nodded before stilling underneath Draco's hands.
"You're going to be the death of me, Potter." Harry smirked slightly against Draco's chest. "Are you actually going to keep your promise?" A nod answered Draco before he continued.
"A shag a day? Really?" Harry nodded again after every question.
"That's good, then." Blindly reaching, Harry found Draco's mouth and pressed a finger against it. The rumble under his cheek was the only warning Harry received before Draco sucked his finger into his mouth and bit down while laughing. When Harry yelped, Draco sucked it lightly and then spit it out.
"Come on, Sir Shag-a-lot." Harry snorted at the horrible nickname. "We've work." Harry simply turned over and tossed the blankets over his head.
