Pushing the Limits
May. 8th, 2013 01:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bleedingangel84Rating: R
Word Count: 592
Genre: Uhm, Romance/PWPFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR and other copyright holders. They aren’t mine, I just play with them.
Warnings: Language, sexual situations, exhibitionism, slight dub-con (maybe, but not really)
Written for: JMDC challenge #87-sacrifice; ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
dove_drabbles Prompt #8
Summary: Draco tests the limits of Harry’s daring.
Author’s notes: Not beta’ed. Please tell me of any errors/mistakes. This is possibly the most explicit thing I’ve attempted to write. I don’t know why my brain went in this direction, but it did. I guess the prompts inspired in more ways than one. If it’s completely horrible, please feel free to say so. I wasn’t sure what rating to give this, so if it needs bumping up or down, let me know that, too. Feedback and concrit is more than welcomed.
Pushing the Limits
“Har-ry! Pleease? You know I’ll make it feel good. It’s not like it will require some huge sacrifice on your part. We’ve done it before, after all.”
There was a Slytherin party in full swing. All of the upper years from every house were in attendance. Most had either paired off in dark corners or disappeared in groups to the dorms, but Harry was reluctant to declare their relationship in such an explicit and undeniable way. It was mortifying to think of anyone but Draco seeing him in such a vulnerable position.
Draco knew his kinks now, and was determined to give Harry the greatest pleasure he could, even if it caused Harry some temporary discomfort. He wanted to fulfill the ultimate fantasy that he knew his Gryffindor paragon would never acknowledge.
“Not in public, we haven’t. Draco, I-I can’t. That’s private.”
“The Slytherin common room is hardly public, Harry. Now, if I were asking you to allow me to fuck you in the Great Hall, that would be a different thing altogether, but this? This is nothing."
“To you it’s nothing, Malfoy. But everyone knows you’re a flaming exhibitionist. That’s not me.”
“So it’s Malfoy again, hmm? “ Draco’s voice was a low purr that went straight to Harry’s cock. “You know you want this, Harry. You know you want me. Right here, right now. No waiting. No hiding.”
Harry hissed in need as Draco began sucking on his neck. It wasn’t long before his amorous boyfriend’s hands had worked his trousers open. Draco’s soft hands working in a steady rhythm against the sensitive flesh brought Harry too close for comfort. Just when he felt he couldn’t hold back any longer, Draco stopped.
Harry released a noise somewhere between a whine and a groan, attempting to rub himself off against his boyfriend, beyond caring who saw or what they said. He would’ve promised anything in that moment, just to get some relief for his aching erection.
“Draco, you don’t play fair, you know that, right?” Harry pouted.
“All is fair in love and war, Potter. Do you want to come? I promise, I’ll make you scream with pleasure.”
“You know I do, you bastard. What did you do, slip me an aphrodisiac potion to make me more sensitive?” I’ve never felt so much from just a hand job.”
“Are you insulting my natural skills, Potter? That sounds like a challenge.”
“Draco, dearest, in case you haven’t noticed, your hand is still on my cock. Less talk, more wank. Now.”
“Not until you agree to let me. I want everyone to hear their savior screaming my name. I want to own you, Harry. I want everyone to see how unbelievably gorgeous you are when you come undone for me.”
Harry’s breath was released in slow pants as he felt his boyfriend’s mouth travel the expanse of his body, quickly divesting him of his vest and trousers as they tripped toward the common room sofa. He nearly sobbed at the feeling of slow, sweet torture as his lover brought him nearer the brink of orgasm.
The only thing he could say was his love’s name. The sensation of his lover’s tongue on him and in him drove him past dignity, crushing all inhibitions in the wake of rising passion.
It was a long time before coherent speech returned, and when it did, Harry’s voice was hoarse with his screams.
“You know that you owe me now. And don’t even think about trying to weasel out of it. Turnabout is fair play, after all.”
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on 2013-05-09 10:03 am (UTC)Please don't worry. It was brilliant. You made it hot without becoming explicit.
Excellent work! :D
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on 2013-05-11 03:53 am (UTC)Very hot! Thanks for the entry!
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on 2013-05-21 07:07 am (UTC)*is incoherent*
O.O
That was so suggestive and HOT! Good job!! Now I feel ashamed of my JMDC entry :P
*goes back to read again*
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on 2013-05-21 07:34 am (UTC)Btw, I love your icon. That is so cute! <3
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on 2013-05-21 07:36 am (UTC)But this is excellently done ^^
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on 2014-03-10 09:34 pm (UTC)HOT!!!
DAMN!!!!! :D
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