Ficlet: Pillow Talk #5
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emmagrant01Title: Pillow Talk #5
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. There will be five in all. (This is the fourth.)
Start with the first one.
Draco loved the taste of Harry. He loved the way he smelled, even when he was sweaty and dirty -- and sometimes, especially then. He loved the way he sounded when Draco was making love to him: little gasps and humming sounds, rarely complete words.
And then there were moments like this.
He had Harry's cock in his mouth, sucked down to the point where he was nearly gagging, and Harry was shifting his hips and stroking Draco's head. And Draco knew exactly what it meant.
He came off Harry's prick and teased his balls with the tip of his tongue. Harry groaned and shifted his hips up a little more.
Draco sighed and sat back on his elbows. After a few seconds, Harry's head popped up.
"Why'd you stop?"
Draco let his fingers play over the inside of Harry's thigh. "What do you want me to do?"
Harry blinked at him for a moment, and then blushed. "I liked what you were doing."
"And what was I doing?"
"You were... licking me." Harry's head fell back against the pillow.
"Do you want me to keep licking you like that?" Draco asked, grinning.
"Yes," Harry replied. The word sounded like it was lodged in his throat.
Draco leaned in and trailed his tongue over Harry's balls again. After about a minute, Harry moved again.
It was very hard not to laugh. "Do you want me to lick you somewhere else?"
The sigh he heard from above him was one of exasperation. "Draco…"
Draco crawled up and stretched himself out over Harry, who was now hiding his face with his hands. "Why can't you say it?"
"I don't know," Harry mumbled. "Why do you want me to say it?"
"Because we have been together for twelve fucking years!" Draco laughed. "We've done just about everything there is to do in bed, and for some ridiculous reason, you're still embarrassed to ask for what you want."
"I know it doesn't make any sense," Harry replied. "I just am."
Draco tugged at his wrists, and Harry reluctantly allowed his hands to be pulled away from his face. Draco kissed the tip of his nose and smiled. "I won't do it again until you ask me, specifically."
Harry winced. "Oh, come on--"
"I'll even help you," Draco said. "Just repeat after me: Draco, I want you to lick my arsehole."
Harry pulled a pillow over his head.
"Come on," Draco laughed, taking advantage of the opportunity to tickle Harry. "You do it to me all the time. If you can do it, why can't you say it?"
"I don't know," was Harry's muffled reply.
Draco tugged at the pillow, but only managed to uncover one ear. "Tell me you want me to fuck your arse with my tongue," he whispered into it. "Tell me you want me to lick and suck your hole, and stick my tongue in as far as it will go, while you wank yourself. I know it's what you want, but I want to hear you say it."
The next thing Draco knew, he was on his back with Harry's tongue in his mouth, sliding against his own. Draco moaned then -- they hardly ever kissed like this any more -- and let himself be ravaged. Harry soon moved to his throat, which allowed Draco to make a few unintelligible sounds of his own.
Harry worked his way down Draco's torso, and then roughly rolled him over. Draco felt the cheeks of his arse being parted and Harry's damp breath against his arsehole.
"Oh god," he groaned.
"How about instead of telling you," Harry whispered, and then paused to lick at the taut skin under his mouth, "I show you?"
"God, I love you," Draco said, and then found himself quite incapable of saying another word.
fin
Go to the next part.
Note: I have no idea how the hell the last three of these have turned out to have the exact same number of words! :-P
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. There will be five in all. (This is the fourth.)
Start with the first one.
Draco loved the taste of Harry. He loved the way he smelled, even when he was sweaty and dirty -- and sometimes, especially then. He loved the way he sounded when Draco was making love to him: little gasps and humming sounds, rarely complete words.
And then there were moments like this.
He had Harry's cock in his mouth, sucked down to the point where he was nearly gagging, and Harry was shifting his hips and stroking Draco's head. And Draco knew exactly what it meant.
He came off Harry's prick and teased his balls with the tip of his tongue. Harry groaned and shifted his hips up a little more.
Draco sighed and sat back on his elbows. After a few seconds, Harry's head popped up.
"Why'd you stop?"
Draco let his fingers play over the inside of Harry's thigh. "What do you want me to do?"
Harry blinked at him for a moment, and then blushed. "I liked what you were doing."
"And what was I doing?"
"You were... licking me." Harry's head fell back against the pillow.
"Do you want me to keep licking you like that?" Draco asked, grinning.
"Yes," Harry replied. The word sounded like it was lodged in his throat.
Draco leaned in and trailed his tongue over Harry's balls again. After about a minute, Harry moved again.
It was very hard not to laugh. "Do you want me to lick you somewhere else?"
The sigh he heard from above him was one of exasperation. "Draco…"
Draco crawled up and stretched himself out over Harry, who was now hiding his face with his hands. "Why can't you say it?"
"I don't know," Harry mumbled. "Why do you want me to say it?"
"Because we have been together for twelve fucking years!" Draco laughed. "We've done just about everything there is to do in bed, and for some ridiculous reason, you're still embarrassed to ask for what you want."
"I know it doesn't make any sense," Harry replied. "I just am."
Draco tugged at his wrists, and Harry reluctantly allowed his hands to be pulled away from his face. Draco kissed the tip of his nose and smiled. "I won't do it again until you ask me, specifically."
Harry winced. "Oh, come on--"
"I'll even help you," Draco said. "Just repeat after me: Draco, I want you to lick my arsehole."
Harry pulled a pillow over his head.
"Come on," Draco laughed, taking advantage of the opportunity to tickle Harry. "You do it to me all the time. If you can do it, why can't you say it?"
"I don't know," was Harry's muffled reply.
Draco tugged at the pillow, but only managed to uncover one ear. "Tell me you want me to fuck your arse with my tongue," he whispered into it. "Tell me you want me to lick and suck your hole, and stick my tongue in as far as it will go, while you wank yourself. I know it's what you want, but I want to hear you say it."
The next thing Draco knew, he was on his back with Harry's tongue in his mouth, sliding against his own. Draco moaned then -- they hardly ever kissed like this any more -- and let himself be ravaged. Harry soon moved to his throat, which allowed Draco to make a few unintelligible sounds of his own.
Harry worked his way down Draco's torso, and then roughly rolled him over. Draco felt the cheeks of his arse being parted and Harry's damp breath against his arsehole.
"Oh god," he groaned.
"How about instead of telling you," Harry whispered, and then paused to lick at the taut skin under his mouth, "I show you?"
"God, I love you," Draco said, and then found himself quite incapable of saying another word.
Go to the next part.
Note: I have no idea how the hell the last three of these have turned out to have the exact same number of words! :-P
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Date: 2005-09-12 03:50 am (UTC)How absolutely sad that they don't kiss so much anymore.
Ummm... is that sad? *laughs nervously*
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Date: 2005-09-12 03:55 am (UTC)I thought it was sad. Kissing is such a simple thing to do. Then again, it's my favorite part of a relationship most of the time so if the kissing goes, I know there's something wrong with the relationship...so it could just be my own basic assumptions on that one.
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Date: 2005-09-12 04:04 am (UTC)God, this series is turning out to be pretty TMI! :-P
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Date: 2005-09-12 04:19 am (UTC)I love the reality of the series. We each have our little foibles and I think it's great that yours come out even though you may not realize it ;)
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Date: 2005-09-12 04:07 am (UTC)