Ficlet: Pillow Talk #1
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emmagrant01Title: Pillow Talk #1
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Vignettes from a relationship.
Length: Short (636 words).
Note 1: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anise_anise, who is loved muchly.
Note 2: Part of a series of short fics written out of order, all centered around a theme. I'll post one a day over the next few days. I don't yet know how many there will be.
Start with the first one.
"Harder... yes..."
A drop of something wet hit Draco's cheek and he brushed it away with an impatient swipe. Harry always got sweaty during sex, but at the moment Draco really didn't care. How could he? -- with Harry pounding into him, hitting just the right spot, right there...
"Like that... oh god..." Draco covered his eyes with one hand as the sound of Harry's panting increased. He would feel guilty later -- it always took him a long time, while Harry barely needed friction -- but now all he could think about was the grip of Harry's fingers on his hips, the pressure building in his groin, the steady rise of sensation pushing toward release.
"I'm... I'm... ah..." His words spiraled into an inarticulate howl as it overwhelmed him; his fist a blur on his cock, his mouth open, his body arching into Harry.
The feeling faded into a lovely sated dizziness. He was vaguely aware of Harry's grunts of effort turning into another sound altogether, of the rhythm in his arse becoming erratic and then stopping. Harry collapsed onto him, shaking a bit.
And he was… sweaty. Draco sighed and tried not to think about it. He stroked Harry's arms -- which were less sweaty than his back, Draco knew from almost a year of experience. He shouldn't mind. All of that sweat was the result of Harry's hard work, he reminded himself. Hard work done almost entirely for Draco's benefit.
Harry chose that moment to rub his forehead against Draco's dry cheek.
"Eww!" Draco groaned, pushing him away.
"What?" Harry grinned, now hovering over him. "Afraid you'll get dirty?"
Draco grimaced. "You know I have a thing about sweat."
"Oh, look," Harry said, staring at Draco's forehead. "You're sweaty too. I'll just--"
"No!" Draco said, but he already felt the warm swipe of Harry's tongue on his skin. He closed his eyes. "You fucking… You know I hate that!"
"You secretly love it," Harry whispered between licks.
"I don't. I hate it. I hate you."
"No you don't," Harry replied, his tone one of mock exasperation. "You love me. You're so fucking in love with me that you secretly wrap yourself up in the sweaty sheets when I leave." He licked some more, working his way down Draco's neck.
"Stop it!" Draco said, but he'd started to laugh. He couldn't help it.
"Admit it," Harry said as he buried his nose in Draco's underarm. "You love this."
"No."
"You love me." Harry was tickling him now, trying to pry his arm away from his body. Draco tried to wriggle away, but Harry's weight on him kept him from moving. Harry caught his arm and pressed it into the pillow above his head.
"I hate you," Draco laughed.
"No you don't," Harry said. His voice was muffled against Draco's skin. "You love it when I drip sweat all over you. You love me for it."
"I…" Draco began, and then gasped as Harry's tongue wormed its way into the hair under his arms. It felt... good. "Oh god," he breathed. "I do."
Harry's head popped up. "You do?"
"I what?" Draco asked, feeling himself blush. What had he just said?
Harry's eyes were wide. "You love me?"
Draco stared back at him for several seconds. It wasn't exactly what he'd meant to say, but... it was true. At least, he thought it was. He'd never really been in love before, so he wasn't entirely certain.
He took a deep breath. "Yes."
For once, Harry was lost for words. He stared at Draco for a long moment and then leaned forward.
Draco put a hand over Harry's mouth and grinned. "Oh, no -- not after where your mouth has been!"
Harry kissed him anyway.
And it wasn't that bad, Draco thought -- when he could think again.
~fin~
Read the next one.
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Vignettes from a relationship.
Length: Short (636 words).
Note 1: Written for
anise_anise, who is loved muchly.Note 2: Part of a series of short fics written out of order, all centered around a theme. I'll post one a day over the next few days. I don't yet know how many there will be.
Start with the first one.
"Harder... yes..."
A drop of something wet hit Draco's cheek and he brushed it away with an impatient swipe. Harry always got sweaty during sex, but at the moment Draco really didn't care. How could he? -- with Harry pounding into him, hitting just the right spot, right there...
"Like that... oh god..." Draco covered his eyes with one hand as the sound of Harry's panting increased. He would feel guilty later -- it always took him a long time, while Harry barely needed friction -- but now all he could think about was the grip of Harry's fingers on his hips, the pressure building in his groin, the steady rise of sensation pushing toward release.
"I'm... I'm... ah..." His words spiraled into an inarticulate howl as it overwhelmed him; his fist a blur on his cock, his mouth open, his body arching into Harry.
The feeling faded into a lovely sated dizziness. He was vaguely aware of Harry's grunts of effort turning into another sound altogether, of the rhythm in his arse becoming erratic and then stopping. Harry collapsed onto him, shaking a bit.
And he was… sweaty. Draco sighed and tried not to think about it. He stroked Harry's arms -- which were less sweaty than his back, Draco knew from almost a year of experience. He shouldn't mind. All of that sweat was the result of Harry's hard work, he reminded himself. Hard work done almost entirely for Draco's benefit.
Harry chose that moment to rub his forehead against Draco's dry cheek.
"Eww!" Draco groaned, pushing him away.
"What?" Harry grinned, now hovering over him. "Afraid you'll get dirty?"
Draco grimaced. "You know I have a thing about sweat."
"Oh, look," Harry said, staring at Draco's forehead. "You're sweaty too. I'll just--"
"No!" Draco said, but he already felt the warm swipe of Harry's tongue on his skin. He closed his eyes. "You fucking… You know I hate that!"
"You secretly love it," Harry whispered between licks.
"I don't. I hate it. I hate you."
"No you don't," Harry replied, his tone one of mock exasperation. "You love me. You're so fucking in love with me that you secretly wrap yourself up in the sweaty sheets when I leave." He licked some more, working his way down Draco's neck.
"Stop it!" Draco said, but he'd started to laugh. He couldn't help it.
"Admit it," Harry said as he buried his nose in Draco's underarm. "You love this."
"No."
"You love me." Harry was tickling him now, trying to pry his arm away from his body. Draco tried to wriggle away, but Harry's weight on him kept him from moving. Harry caught his arm and pressed it into the pillow above his head.
"I hate you," Draco laughed.
"No you don't," Harry said. His voice was muffled against Draco's skin. "You love it when I drip sweat all over you. You love me for it."
"I…" Draco began, and then gasped as Harry's tongue wormed its way into the hair under his arms. It felt... good. "Oh god," he breathed. "I do."
Harry's head popped up. "You do?"
"I what?" Draco asked, feeling himself blush. What had he just said?
Harry's eyes were wide. "You love me?"
Draco stared back at him for several seconds. It wasn't exactly what he'd meant to say, but... it was true. At least, he thought it was. He'd never really been in love before, so he wasn't entirely certain.
He took a deep breath. "Yes."
For once, Harry was lost for words. He stared at Draco for a long moment and then leaned forward.
Draco put a hand over Harry's mouth and grinned. "Oh, no -- not after where your mouth has been!"
Harry kissed him anyway.
And it wasn't that bad, Draco thought -- when he could think again.
Read the next one.
