Kiss my...what?
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Tite: Kiss my...what?
Author: bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 558
Rating: R
Warnings: Rimming, slight hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and related characters belong to the lucky copyright holders. I make no money on this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for: leo_palooza’s prompt of “rimming” in August 2010.
Notes: This was my first attempt to write a rimming fic. I should probably stay away from sex scenes, but I was inspired by leo_draconis and her awesome fics, so this was what came out of my brain at the time. I actually forgot I had written this until I was thinking about attempting to write sex again. I’m not sure I should do that. Ever again. But, this is actual proof that I did at least make an effort to do it at one point.And I’m less self-conscious of owning up to that fact now, so that’s at least some progress, yes? I know it’s not that great, but it’s mine, and here it is. Hope any readers enjoy. If you hate it, you’re welcome to say so in a constructive way. Sorry for the length of this note.
Kiss my...what?
Harry, you know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Draco said quietly.
“No, Dray…I-I want to. I owe you. You do it for me often enough. I think it’s time I return the favor.”
Draco glanced at Harry over his shoulder, seeing his normally olive-skinned lover turn the pasty gray of old porridge.
“Harry James Potter, listen to me very closely. You owe me nothing. What we do together, we do because we both want it, not because of some misplaced sense of obligation. It’s obvious you don’t want to do this, so just stop. I’d hate to have you sicking up when we are making love. It’s not exactly a turn-on knowing that my arse repulses you.”
Harry heard the thinly veiled hurt and disappointment in Draco’s voice and hastened to reassure him that his assertions were far from true.
“Draco Malfoy, your arse is not repulsive. Your arse is just as gorgeous as the rest of you. I’m just.-what if I don’t do it right? I want you to enjoy this, but I’ve never done it. I’m scared you’ll hate it,” Harry confessed raggedly.
Draco felt his heart clench at the anxiety in Harry’s voice. “Harry, I could never hate it, so long as you are the one doing it. I love everything about you, including the many ways you’ve yet to use that delectable mouth of yours,” Draco assured him.
Harry bit his lip again, hit by another sudden attack of nerves. Calling forth all his courage, filled with the yearning to please his boyfriend, Harry slowly began stroking down his lover’s spine and across his buttocks, gently pulling Draco’s cheeks apart with his thumbs. The rosy pucker was revealed, causing a steady hunger to stir low in Harry’s belly. Draco looked so good, lying there spread before him like a succulent buffet. Harry was filled with the sudden desire to see his lover come undone beneath him.
Tentatively, Harry brought his lips to Draco’s hole, peppering the entrance with soft, light kisses and hesitant licks. The sensations caused Draco to whimper and bite off a groan.
“Harry, are you trying to kill me with all this teasing? More, please…so damn good. You are a natural at this, just like everything else you’ve ever done….ahhhh.”
Draco’s encouragement ended on an airless gurgle. There were no more words after that. There was nothing for Draco in the world just then but the feeling of Harry’s tongue and lips working in an earth-shattering rhythm against his hole. It was a wonderful feeling. He wished it would never end, but it wasn’t long before he was coming in thick white streams over the duvet, blushing in embarrassment.
He hadn’t come that quickly in ages. He had not expected Harry to be so enthusiastic and thorough his first go. Snorting internally, he curled himself into Harry’s embrace, silently thankful for his boyfriend’s willingness to pleasure him.
“Are you ok, Draco?” Harry asked.
“Yes, Harry, thank you. I’m absolutely perfect. You were wonderful, but next time it’s my turn. You and your natural talent have temporarily liquefied my brain. I may never get it up again, you realize,” Draco pouted.
Harry eyed him wickedly, smirking. “Oh, yes, you will, Draco.”
Draco screamed himself hoarse that night, praising the deities for his adventurous lover.
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on 2015-11-21 09:45 am (UTC)I'm glaI you didn't think it was too awkward, though. That makes me happy. i may just have to something soon. I have a few plot bunnies bouncing around in this head of mine.
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on 2015-11-21 11:47 am (UTC)Loved it to pieces! <3
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