Happy Birthday Fiona!!!!
Jan. 19th, 2006 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lurkittyTo Professor Fiona Fawkes, my sweet friend, confidante and soon to be roomie, an unabashed piece of smut of her favourite shipping variety, upon the occasion of the anniversary of her birth. May you have many happy returns of the day, and, in the end, sweet dreams (of Draco).
Rated NC/17 (Do not enter if you don't like smut)
Harry/Draco
Not a clue how many words
Draco Malfoy awoke shivering. The crisp sheet he had taken the time to iron (something his snoring bedmate would never have thought to do) was barely covering half his lean torso. His feet were completely left to the elements. A light snow was accumulating outside the dirty window, and he could feel a frigid draft. None of these facts improved his darkening mood, made worse by the sight of Harry Potter, warm and cozy beneath both their shares of blanket.
“Wake up, Potter!” Malfoy boomed as he grabbed Harry's shoulder none too gently. “I said wake up!”
“Unh!... Draco!...What's up?” Harry managed, groggily. “ Are we under attack?”
“You've stolen the covers for the last time, Potter! And I mean to have my due.” There was a cold resolve in Draco's voice.
“Here,” Harry unwound himself from the blankets, “Now come snuggle and go back to sleep.”
“It's not that simple, Potter.” With that he swept the blankets off Harry's naked form. “Now on the floor at the foot of the bed. NOW!”
Harry knew better than to argue when Draco was in this sort of mood. Arguing just made Draco angry, and at this point, the situation could simply turn into something fun. He complied despite the touch of the cold floorboards.
Malfoy began what Harry hoped would be a short narrative. “Crabbe had a book that he thought was pornography. It was about Turkish Hareems. I once read that Turkish slave girls had to enter their master's bed crawling from the bottom and kissing them all the way up. Tonight, Potter, you're my slave.” Draco rearranged the blankets and and huddled into the warm spot left by Harry.
Of all the things Draco could have come up with, this did not seem so bad, Harry thought to himself as he loosed the covers at the end of the bed. There being no foot rail on the bare frame, it was easy to crawl underneath the blankets and begin tenderly fondling his lover's feet. But just as he reached for Draco's right foot, it moved out his grasp and lodged itself firmly against Harry's head. In his unstable position, it was easy for Draco to shove Harry right back on to the floor, where he landed with a resounding thud.
“Hey!” cried Harry, forgetting his slave role, “what was that about?” He was beginning to tire of this game, and figure that what he had done in his sleep was nothing to be punished for.
“You were supposed to start crawling at the door!” Draco snapped. Harry recognized the dangerous tone in Malfoy's voice and decided appeasement was the better part of valour this night. He turned and crawled to the door, then made a show of crawling like a cat toward his bedmate. Harry hoped that this exaggerated, sensuous motion would bring Draco into a more playful mood. He reached he bottom of the bed without further incident, and climbed up underneath the blankets again. Harry brought his face close to Draco's finely manicured foot. His inamorato was always a fastidious soul. The foot smelled of scented soap, and only the barest hint of masculine musk. He gently breathed on the skin, then kissed the sensitive instep, rubbing the foot gently. There was no resistance to his actions, only a relaxed intake of breath to acknowledge his actions. Harry gently nuzzled and licked the toes before moving on and giving the same treatment to the other foot. He then slowly worked his way around the ankle and up the inside of the calf to Draco's knee. He kissed and tongued the back of the knee, making his lover's legs jerk and squirm and open wide to his advances.
Harry moved up the inner surface of the thigh with soft circular motions of his tongue, drawing ever nearer to his loved one's beautiful organ. He came to the point where his nose nudged up against a testicle, and Draco moved as if to suggest Harry suck it then. Instead, Harry moved up and began caressing the soft skin of his lover's belly with his tongue. He could hear Draco's ragged panting, and feel him move beneath him, anxiously awaiting some direct contact with his member.
Harry at last came round to the center of that smooth belly. He found Draco's engorged penis pulsing, begging for release. Seizing it at the base with his hand, he began licking it from the base to the top swirling around the tip with his tongue as he would a Pelligham's Ever-Frosty Treat (won't melt till you eat). The salty taste of precum spoke of his success. At last, he took the cock deeply into his mouth, fighting back the urge to choke as it hit the back of his throat. He found he did not need to repeat this downward motion too many times before Draco arched into him and he felt hot liquid shooting down the back of his throat. He swallowed every drop, and lovingly caressed the pulsing member until Draco quietened.
Harry then moved up next to Malfoy and peered into his lover's face.
“Next time,” Malfoy murmored, “you're not getting off so easy...”and he drifted off to sleep.
“Hmmm...” thought Harry, “seems I didn't get off at all!”
Rated NC/17 (Do not enter if you don't like smut)
Harry/Draco
Not a clue how many words
Draco Malfoy awoke shivering. The crisp sheet he had taken the time to iron (something his snoring bedmate would never have thought to do) was barely covering half his lean torso. His feet were completely left to the elements. A light snow was accumulating outside the dirty window, and he could feel a frigid draft. None of these facts improved his darkening mood, made worse by the sight of Harry Potter, warm and cozy beneath both their shares of blanket.
“Wake up, Potter!” Malfoy boomed as he grabbed Harry's shoulder none too gently. “I said wake up!”
“Unh!... Draco!...What's up?” Harry managed, groggily. “ Are we under attack?”
“You've stolen the covers for the last time, Potter! And I mean to have my due.” There was a cold resolve in Draco's voice.
“Here,” Harry unwound himself from the blankets, “Now come snuggle and go back to sleep.”
“It's not that simple, Potter.” With that he swept the blankets off Harry's naked form. “Now on the floor at the foot of the bed. NOW!”
Harry knew better than to argue when Draco was in this sort of mood. Arguing just made Draco angry, and at this point, the situation could simply turn into something fun. He complied despite the touch of the cold floorboards.
Malfoy began what Harry hoped would be a short narrative. “Crabbe had a book that he thought was pornography. It was about Turkish Hareems. I once read that Turkish slave girls had to enter their master's bed crawling from the bottom and kissing them all the way up. Tonight, Potter, you're my slave.” Draco rearranged the blankets and and huddled into the warm spot left by Harry.
Of all the things Draco could have come up with, this did not seem so bad, Harry thought to himself as he loosed the covers at the end of the bed. There being no foot rail on the bare frame, it was easy to crawl underneath the blankets and begin tenderly fondling his lover's feet. But just as he reached for Draco's right foot, it moved out his grasp and lodged itself firmly against Harry's head. In his unstable position, it was easy for Draco to shove Harry right back on to the floor, where he landed with a resounding thud.
“Hey!” cried Harry, forgetting his slave role, “what was that about?” He was beginning to tire of this game, and figure that what he had done in his sleep was nothing to be punished for.
“You were supposed to start crawling at the door!” Draco snapped. Harry recognized the dangerous tone in Malfoy's voice and decided appeasement was the better part of valour this night. He turned and crawled to the door, then made a show of crawling like a cat toward his bedmate. Harry hoped that this exaggerated, sensuous motion would bring Draco into a more playful mood. He reached he bottom of the bed without further incident, and climbed up underneath the blankets again. Harry brought his face close to Draco's finely manicured foot. His inamorato was always a fastidious soul. The foot smelled of scented soap, and only the barest hint of masculine musk. He gently breathed on the skin, then kissed the sensitive instep, rubbing the foot gently. There was no resistance to his actions, only a relaxed intake of breath to acknowledge his actions. Harry gently nuzzled and licked the toes before moving on and giving the same treatment to the other foot. He then slowly worked his way around the ankle and up the inside of the calf to Draco's knee. He kissed and tongued the back of the knee, making his lover's legs jerk and squirm and open wide to his advances.
Harry moved up the inner surface of the thigh with soft circular motions of his tongue, drawing ever nearer to his loved one's beautiful organ. He came to the point where his nose nudged up against a testicle, and Draco moved as if to suggest Harry suck it then. Instead, Harry moved up and began caressing the soft skin of his lover's belly with his tongue. He could hear Draco's ragged panting, and feel him move beneath him, anxiously awaiting some direct contact with his member.
Harry at last came round to the center of that smooth belly. He found Draco's engorged penis pulsing, begging for release. Seizing it at the base with his hand, he began licking it from the base to the top swirling around the tip with his tongue as he would a Pelligham's Ever-Frosty Treat (won't melt till you eat). The salty taste of precum spoke of his success. At last, he took the cock deeply into his mouth, fighting back the urge to choke as it hit the back of his throat. He found he did not need to repeat this downward motion too many times before Draco arched into him and he felt hot liquid shooting down the back of his throat. He swallowed every drop, and lovingly caressed the pulsing member until Draco quietened.
Harry then moved up next to Malfoy and peered into his lover's face.
“Next time,” Malfoy murmored, “you're not getting off so easy...”and he drifted off to sleep.
“Hmmm...” thought Harry, “seems I didn't get off at all!”
