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bottom_dracoTitle: Sunday Mornings
Author: minerva alistor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lots of sex and cuddling
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jennavere!
Sunday Mornings for Jennavere
When Draco opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his beautiful boyfriend; head tossed to the side, mouth wide and snoring, hair a riot. A slow smile spread across Draco’s face as he watched Harry sleep from the vantage point of the black haired man’s chest. Draco lowered his ear to Harry’s heart, listened for a moment, reveling in the feel of being anchored in the protective halo of Harry’s arms. When Harry was awake, Draco liked to pretend that the fact that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, even as they slept, was a bother. In truth, Draco couldn’t imagine being happier with the situation.
Well, he might be a little happier if Harry was awake. It was Sunday morning, which meant the Sunday Morning Lie in Bed Until Noon and Cuddle, Snog, Shag Ritual. Draco thought that it was quite past time to get things moving, since it was already half eight.
He pulled himself on top of Harry and straddled his hips. A small “mmm” floated from his throat. His wonderful, perfect boyfriend had a raging sleep hard-on. Could things possibly get any better?
“Harry,” Draco sang, moving his hips ever so slightly over Harry’s erection.
“Mmph,” Harry replied. His arms had been dislodged when Draco moved, and one now snaked up so that Harry could rub his nose with the palm of his hand.
“Wake up, you cloyingly cute little shite,” Draco said, more loudly than before. He tickled his fingers down Harry’s stomach.
Harry’s eyes fluttered open at last, flashing in the morning light and startling Draco a bit, just like they always did. Harry was a palette of extremes; the angel white skin, the night black hair, the leaf green eyes. There were no half tones, no pastels. He was the antithesis of Draco. Draco loved this about Harry. Actually, he loved everything about Harry.
Harry looked up at Draco. His eyebrows crinkled like fuzzy inchworms.
“’M tired,” he whined. One arm draped over his eyes, blocking the light and Draco’s favorite feature.
Okay, so there was one thing Draco didn’t love about Harry. The fact that he, very occasionally, didn’t do what Draco wanted him to do.
Draco used his thighs, which were still on either side of Harry’s hips, and his weight to turn Harry’s limp body slightly to the side. He landed a resounding smack on Harry’s bare ass.
“Get up, Potter! I want you to play with me!”
Harry’s arm languidly swept away from his eyes. They were wide opened and flashing, a jewel against a velvet backdrop.
“Did you just spank me?” Harry asked. His voice was low and dangerous.
Draco cheekily tilted Harry to the side and smacked his ass again.
With a roar, Harry lunged forward. Draco squealed like a small girl, giggling the while.
An intense wrestling match ensued and Draco played dirty, biting Harry on the thigh, tickling his feet and once, sticking a totally unlubed finger up Harry’s ass. That had been the watershed moment for Harry, the moment that gave him the strength and indignation to finally get Draco where he wanted him. Which was bum up, draped over his knees. He was delighted to feel Draco’s cock poking into his thigh.
“You bloody perv,” Harry chastised, though his own erection had not subsided in the least but was throbbing a tune up his spine.
“Oh, and what, you’re going to punish the bad wittle Draco for violating you in such an evil – OH!”
Harry smacked Draco on the ass. Hard.
Draco gasped and ground his cock into Harry’s leg.
“I’m going to punish you for a lot of things. You’ve only been awake for about fifteen minutes and already you’ve managed to be very, very bad. Let’s see, first you woke me up. Five licks,” Harry said. He laid five palm flat whacks on Draco’s rapidly blushing bum.
Draco groaned and wiggled against Harry’s leg some more.
“Then, you cheated during our fight. You bit me. Totally against the rules. Five more licks,” Harry announced. He followed it with five more whacks.
Draco, fingers digging into Harry’s other thigh, gasped and rutted. A little circle of moisture provided a nice, slippery place to rub against Harry’s muscular leg.
“You tickled my feet, which you know I cannot abide,” Harry continued. “That’s a fairly serious offense. I think seven licks for that.”
Seven licks were delivered. Draco keened. He dug his fingers in and looked back over his shoulder at Harry.
“Don’t forget the worst one,” he panted.
“Cheeky, cheeky, Malfoy. Yes, there was that unfortunate slip of your finger,” Harry teased. “Ten licks?” he asked.
“Do you think that’s enough?” Draco gasped. “I mean, I didn’t even use spit.”
“You’re right,” Harry agreed. “We’ll do fifteen licks. Then I’m going to add five because you are so obviously enjoying what is suppose to be your punishment.”
Harry thwacked away, and by lick fourteen, Draco was pushing his hips into Harry’s thigh in time with each landed blow. As if the force of Harry’s hand against his ass was pushing it out, Draco let out a breathy ‘yes’ to punctuate each loud smack.
When Harry was finished (he even gave Draco one to grow on) he gently eased Draco’s reddened bottom with his fingertips.
“You are so awful. I love you. Now, I’m going back to sleep,” Harry said. He yawned dramatically for effect and fell backwards across the bed.
Draco crawled on top of him, once again straddling his hips. He wrapped his hand around Harry’s bobbing and leaking cock.
“You don’t fool me, Harry. You’re not going back to sleep. You’re going to sit your ass back up and fuck me silly, that is what you’re going to do.”
Harry sat up, touching his forehead to Draco’s. His hands snaked around to Draco’s bum and pulled it forward. They both moaned as their erections made first contact of the day. Draco’s arms curled around Harry’s neck and he lowered his head to Harry’s and kissed him.
“Where’s the lube, your highness?” Harry asked when they were done.
Draco, leaned back and reached towards the floor. He could just see the corner of the tube poking out from under the bed. One of Harry’s strong hands slid upward, protectively balancing Draco so he would not fall. Draco’s fingers scrabbled over the hardwood for a moment before finally grasping the tube.
“Here,” he said, handing it over. Harry took it and flipped the lid with his teeth. Draco circled his hips against Harry’s in anticipation.
“I want you to use your fingers first. Get me really begging for it,” Draco panted in Harry’s ear.
Harry’s hand slid around Draco’s waist, leaving a glittering trail of lube, before floating down between his cheeks. He slid one finger in just to the knuckle, teasing Draco mercilessly.
“As you wish,” he muttered, lips moving against Draco’s cheek.
Each time Draco tried to push back onto his finger, Harry took it away, eliciting a whine and usually a hard nip to the earlobe from Draco. Finally, the blond reached back and pushed Harry’s hand forward, so that the finger was where Draco wanted it to be.
“Yesss,” he hissed. “Now, more.”
Harry accommodated him with another finger. Draco leaned forward, lifting his hips slightly so Harry had more room to play.
“Fuck me with them,” he demanded.
Harry, his other hand flat under Draco’s bum to provide a little support, moved his fingers in and out.
“Harry!” Draco whined, arching his back and pushing against Harry’s movements.
“Harder! And press, you know, OH FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE!” he cried.
Draco dug his fingers into Harry’s shoulders. He bit down on his bottom lip, screwed up his eyes and rode Harry’s hand.
“Draco, I want you. Are you ready?” Harry asked, voice strained and needy. He twisted his fingers against Draco’s ring, loosening him even more.
“Not..until..I..tell..you,” Draco gasped out between breaths. Harry groaned. One of Draco’s hand slid down Harry’s torso and wrapped around his lover’s cock.
“Draco!” Harry whined.
Draco concentrated on not coming. He could feel Harry mouthing at his neck, his breaths hot and heavy against Draco’s skin. Draco’s jaw tightened, his eyes fluttered in their sockets and a wave of molten light started to spread through his thighs.
“Stop!” he yelled, lifting himself off of Harry’s fingers.
Harry wrapped both his hands firmly around Draco’s waist and pulled him down for a kiss. He tried to push the blond over on his back, only to meet with resistance.
“No, like this,” Draco whispered. “I want you right next to me.”
Harry’s eyes were glazed with lust. Draco watched with fascination as Harry’s eyelids drooped lower as Draco lowered himself onto Harry’s cock. When he sitting flush in Harry’s lap, he leaned back and wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist. Harry pushed his own knees together to prop Draco up.
Slowly and languidly, Draco lifted himself up and down. Harry’s face was buried in his chest and Draco’s arms were cradling Harry’s head. Draco pushed down so that Harry was fully inside him again and just rolled his hips, building the pressure, sliding every inch of his body against Harry’s.
“Okay, now throw me on my back and fuck me as hard as you can,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear. His voice was thick and sweet with desire.
Harry growled. He lifted Draco up and stood, turned them around and fell on top of the blond. Draco could have sworn that Harry was thrusting into him before their bodies even hit the mattress.
Harry hooked Draco’s knees in the crook of his elbows and plowed into him.
“Is that all you’ve got, Potter? Stop teasing me and fuck me already,” Draco commanded.
An evil smirk appeared on Harry’s face. It would have frightened Draco if he didn’t trust Harry so much. Harry lifted Draco’s legs over his shoulders, almost bending the blond in two. He leaned forward, anchored his weight by laying his hands flat on either side of Draco’s shoulders and locked eyes.
“You’re feeling a little bossy this morning, yes?” Harry asked.
Draco simply licked his lips.
“Fuck me, Harry. I’m not messing. I want you to pound me into the floor, through the wall, I want to feel every single – ”
Draco’s last words were lost in a sharp intake of breath. Harry was, as usual, following orders.
“Is this what you wanted?” Harry panted. Sweat was dripping off his forehead onto Draco’s chest. His toes were digging into the mattress, providing a springboard for his thrusts.
“God yes!” Draco cried.
The entire bed creaked and moaned as if it were a ship at sea. The headboard banged against the wall hard and long enough that it left a dent. When they were done, the bed was two inches further to the left than when they had started. They had even managed to dislodge the left side nightstand.
It didn’t last long as they’d both been some ways along the path to coming before when Harry slid into Draco. They came together with loud, barking cries and a gnawing kiss.
Draco pulled his legs off of Harry’s shoulders and let them fall to the bed on either side of Harry. He was clinging to Harry for dear life.
“Don’t pull out yet,” he begged.
Harry stayed put. He feathered his fingers through Draco’s damp hair, pressed kisses to his hot cheeks and sweaty eyelids.
Several minutes later, he eased out of Draco as he rolled them over so that Draco was once again resting on his chest. Draco curled into a contented ball against the curve of Harry’s side. One hand rested low on Harry’s belly while the other braided fingers with Harry’s hand. He wedged his leg between Harry’s, nudged Harry’s ribs with his nose. A long, contented sigh was the only sound in the room.
“Harry?”
“Yes?”
“Pet my hair,” Draco murmured.
Draco didn’t even have to look up to know that Harry was smirking smugly as he tenderly stroked the blond’s head.
“Harry?”
“Yes?”
“I wish every morning could be Sunday,” Draco sighed. He tilted his head up to look at Harry.
The smug smirk disintegrated into a gentle smile. Harry cupped Draco’s chin and let his thumb trace Draco’s lips, his chin.
“We can just pretend,” he told Draco at last.
Draco’s chest swelled. He was in danger of saying something extremely sappy if he didn’t take action.
“Flip!” Draco demanded. Harry turned to his side. Draco encircled Harry’s waist with one arm, wrapped the other one underneath Harry’s neck and spooned behind him. He pressed his cheek against the back of Harry’s head, breathing in Harry’s salt and letting Harry’s wet, crazy hair stick to his face.
“Potter, that is very possibly the best idea you’ve ever had. Other than being with me, of course.”
“I love you, Draco.”
“And I love you. Now shut up and let me cuddle you in peace.”
Draco was pretty sure that Harry was smirking smugly yet again.
Author: minerva alistor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lots of sex and cuddling
This is a story for my lovely friend
jennavere!Sunday Mornings for Jennavere
When Draco opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his beautiful boyfriend; head tossed to the side, mouth wide and snoring, hair a riot. A slow smile spread across Draco’s face as he watched Harry sleep from the vantage point of the black haired man’s chest. Draco lowered his ear to Harry’s heart, listened for a moment, reveling in the feel of being anchored in the protective halo of Harry’s arms. When Harry was awake, Draco liked to pretend that the fact that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, even as they slept, was a bother. In truth, Draco couldn’t imagine being happier with the situation.
Well, he might be a little happier if Harry was awake. It was Sunday morning, which meant the Sunday Morning Lie in Bed Until Noon and Cuddle, Snog, Shag Ritual. Draco thought that it was quite past time to get things moving, since it was already half eight.
He pulled himself on top of Harry and straddled his hips. A small “mmm” floated from his throat. His wonderful, perfect boyfriend had a raging sleep hard-on. Could things possibly get any better?
“Harry,” Draco sang, moving his hips ever so slightly over Harry’s erection.
“Mmph,” Harry replied. His arms had been dislodged when Draco moved, and one now snaked up so that Harry could rub his nose with the palm of his hand.
“Wake up, you cloyingly cute little shite,” Draco said, more loudly than before. He tickled his fingers down Harry’s stomach.
Harry’s eyes fluttered open at last, flashing in the morning light and startling Draco a bit, just like they always did. Harry was a palette of extremes; the angel white skin, the night black hair, the leaf green eyes. There were no half tones, no pastels. He was the antithesis of Draco. Draco loved this about Harry. Actually, he loved everything about Harry.
Harry looked up at Draco. His eyebrows crinkled like fuzzy inchworms.
“’M tired,” he whined. One arm draped over his eyes, blocking the light and Draco’s favorite feature.
Okay, so there was one thing Draco didn’t love about Harry. The fact that he, very occasionally, didn’t do what Draco wanted him to do.
Draco used his thighs, which were still on either side of Harry’s hips, and his weight to turn Harry’s limp body slightly to the side. He landed a resounding smack on Harry’s bare ass.
“Get up, Potter! I want you to play with me!”
Harry’s arm languidly swept away from his eyes. They were wide opened and flashing, a jewel against a velvet backdrop.
“Did you just spank me?” Harry asked. His voice was low and dangerous.
Draco cheekily tilted Harry to the side and smacked his ass again.
With a roar, Harry lunged forward. Draco squealed like a small girl, giggling the while.
An intense wrestling match ensued and Draco played dirty, biting Harry on the thigh, tickling his feet and once, sticking a totally unlubed finger up Harry’s ass. That had been the watershed moment for Harry, the moment that gave him the strength and indignation to finally get Draco where he wanted him. Which was bum up, draped over his knees. He was delighted to feel Draco’s cock poking into his thigh.
“You bloody perv,” Harry chastised, though his own erection had not subsided in the least but was throbbing a tune up his spine.
“Oh, and what, you’re going to punish the bad wittle Draco for violating you in such an evil – OH!”
Harry smacked Draco on the ass. Hard.
Draco gasped and ground his cock into Harry’s leg.
“I’m going to punish you for a lot of things. You’ve only been awake for about fifteen minutes and already you’ve managed to be very, very bad. Let’s see, first you woke me up. Five licks,” Harry said. He laid five palm flat whacks on Draco’s rapidly blushing bum.
Draco groaned and wiggled against Harry’s leg some more.
“Then, you cheated during our fight. You bit me. Totally against the rules. Five more licks,” Harry announced. He followed it with five more whacks.
Draco, fingers digging into Harry’s other thigh, gasped and rutted. A little circle of moisture provided a nice, slippery place to rub against Harry’s muscular leg.
“You tickled my feet, which you know I cannot abide,” Harry continued. “That’s a fairly serious offense. I think seven licks for that.”
Seven licks were delivered. Draco keened. He dug his fingers in and looked back over his shoulder at Harry.
“Don’t forget the worst one,” he panted.
“Cheeky, cheeky, Malfoy. Yes, there was that unfortunate slip of your finger,” Harry teased. “Ten licks?” he asked.
“Do you think that’s enough?” Draco gasped. “I mean, I didn’t even use spit.”
“You’re right,” Harry agreed. “We’ll do fifteen licks. Then I’m going to add five because you are so obviously enjoying what is suppose to be your punishment.”
Harry thwacked away, and by lick fourteen, Draco was pushing his hips into Harry’s thigh in time with each landed blow. As if the force of Harry’s hand against his ass was pushing it out, Draco let out a breathy ‘yes’ to punctuate each loud smack.
When Harry was finished (he even gave Draco one to grow on) he gently eased Draco’s reddened bottom with his fingertips.
“You are so awful. I love you. Now, I’m going back to sleep,” Harry said. He yawned dramatically for effect and fell backwards across the bed.
Draco crawled on top of him, once again straddling his hips. He wrapped his hand around Harry’s bobbing and leaking cock.
“You don’t fool me, Harry. You’re not going back to sleep. You’re going to sit your ass back up and fuck me silly, that is what you’re going to do.”
Harry sat up, touching his forehead to Draco’s. His hands snaked around to Draco’s bum and pulled it forward. They both moaned as their erections made first contact of the day. Draco’s arms curled around Harry’s neck and he lowered his head to Harry’s and kissed him.
“Where’s the lube, your highness?” Harry asked when they were done.
Draco, leaned back and reached towards the floor. He could just see the corner of the tube poking out from under the bed. One of Harry’s strong hands slid upward, protectively balancing Draco so he would not fall. Draco’s fingers scrabbled over the hardwood for a moment before finally grasping the tube.
“Here,” he said, handing it over. Harry took it and flipped the lid with his teeth. Draco circled his hips against Harry’s in anticipation.
“I want you to use your fingers first. Get me really begging for it,” Draco panted in Harry’s ear.
Harry’s hand slid around Draco’s waist, leaving a glittering trail of lube, before floating down between his cheeks. He slid one finger in just to the knuckle, teasing Draco mercilessly.
“As you wish,” he muttered, lips moving against Draco’s cheek.
Each time Draco tried to push back onto his finger, Harry took it away, eliciting a whine and usually a hard nip to the earlobe from Draco. Finally, the blond reached back and pushed Harry’s hand forward, so that the finger was where Draco wanted it to be.
“Yesss,” he hissed. “Now, more.”
Harry accommodated him with another finger. Draco leaned forward, lifting his hips slightly so Harry had more room to play.
“Fuck me with them,” he demanded.
Harry, his other hand flat under Draco’s bum to provide a little support, moved his fingers in and out.
“Harry!” Draco whined, arching his back and pushing against Harry’s movements.
“Harder! And press, you know, OH FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE!” he cried.
Draco dug his fingers into Harry’s shoulders. He bit down on his bottom lip, screwed up his eyes and rode Harry’s hand.
“Draco, I want you. Are you ready?” Harry asked, voice strained and needy. He twisted his fingers against Draco’s ring, loosening him even more.
“Not..until..I..tell..you,” Draco gasped out between breaths. Harry groaned. One of Draco’s hand slid down Harry’s torso and wrapped around his lover’s cock.
“Draco!” Harry whined.
Draco concentrated on not coming. He could feel Harry mouthing at his neck, his breaths hot and heavy against Draco’s skin. Draco’s jaw tightened, his eyes fluttered in their sockets and a wave of molten light started to spread through his thighs.
“Stop!” he yelled, lifting himself off of Harry’s fingers.
Harry wrapped both his hands firmly around Draco’s waist and pulled him down for a kiss. He tried to push the blond over on his back, only to meet with resistance.
“No, like this,” Draco whispered. “I want you right next to me.”
Harry’s eyes were glazed with lust. Draco watched with fascination as Harry’s eyelids drooped lower as Draco lowered himself onto Harry’s cock. When he sitting flush in Harry’s lap, he leaned back and wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist. Harry pushed his own knees together to prop Draco up.
Slowly and languidly, Draco lifted himself up and down. Harry’s face was buried in his chest and Draco’s arms were cradling Harry’s head. Draco pushed down so that Harry was fully inside him again and just rolled his hips, building the pressure, sliding every inch of his body against Harry’s.
“Okay, now throw me on my back and fuck me as hard as you can,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear. His voice was thick and sweet with desire.
Harry growled. He lifted Draco up and stood, turned them around and fell on top of the blond. Draco could have sworn that Harry was thrusting into him before their bodies even hit the mattress.
Harry hooked Draco’s knees in the crook of his elbows and plowed into him.
“Is that all you’ve got, Potter? Stop teasing me and fuck me already,” Draco commanded.
An evil smirk appeared on Harry’s face. It would have frightened Draco if he didn’t trust Harry so much. Harry lifted Draco’s legs over his shoulders, almost bending the blond in two. He leaned forward, anchored his weight by laying his hands flat on either side of Draco’s shoulders and locked eyes.
“You’re feeling a little bossy this morning, yes?” Harry asked.
Draco simply licked his lips.
“Fuck me, Harry. I’m not messing. I want you to pound me into the floor, through the wall, I want to feel every single – ”
Draco’s last words were lost in a sharp intake of breath. Harry was, as usual, following orders.
“Is this what you wanted?” Harry panted. Sweat was dripping off his forehead onto Draco’s chest. His toes were digging into the mattress, providing a springboard for his thrusts.
“God yes!” Draco cried.
The entire bed creaked and moaned as if it were a ship at sea. The headboard banged against the wall hard and long enough that it left a dent. When they were done, the bed was two inches further to the left than when they had started. They had even managed to dislodge the left side nightstand.
It didn’t last long as they’d both been some ways along the path to coming before when Harry slid into Draco. They came together with loud, barking cries and a gnawing kiss.
Draco pulled his legs off of Harry’s shoulders and let them fall to the bed on either side of Harry. He was clinging to Harry for dear life.
“Don’t pull out yet,” he begged.
Harry stayed put. He feathered his fingers through Draco’s damp hair, pressed kisses to his hot cheeks and sweaty eyelids.
Several minutes later, he eased out of Draco as he rolled them over so that Draco was once again resting on his chest. Draco curled into a contented ball against the curve of Harry’s side. One hand rested low on Harry’s belly while the other braided fingers with Harry’s hand. He wedged his leg between Harry’s, nudged Harry’s ribs with his nose. A long, contented sigh was the only sound in the room.
“Harry?”
“Yes?”
“Pet my hair,” Draco murmured.
Draco didn’t even have to look up to know that Harry was smirking smugly as he tenderly stroked the blond’s head.
“Harry?”
“Yes?”
“I wish every morning could be Sunday,” Draco sighed. He tilted his head up to look at Harry.
The smug smirk disintegrated into a gentle smile. Harry cupped Draco’s chin and let his thumb trace Draco’s lips, his chin.
“We can just pretend,” he told Draco at last.
Draco’s chest swelled. He was in danger of saying something extremely sappy if he didn’t take action.
“Flip!” Draco demanded. Harry turned to his side. Draco encircled Harry’s waist with one arm, wrapped the other one underneath Harry’s neck and spooned behind him. He pressed his cheek against the back of Harry’s head, breathing in Harry’s salt and letting Harry’s wet, crazy hair stick to his face.
“Potter, that is very possibly the best idea you’ve ever had. Other than being with me, of course.”
“I love you, Draco.”
“And I love you. Now shut up and let me cuddle you in peace.”
Draco was pretty sure that Harry was smirking smugly yet again.
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nicely done
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Date: 2005-08-27 03:48 am (UTC)Donna
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Date: 2005-08-27 07:49 am (UTC)Wicked boss. If you keep this up, we're going to have to coerce you into writing the next book ;> And by coerce, I include much begging. Possibly chocolate, and if we're lucky there'll be cream.
Ahem. Yes, much heart for you, hun!
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Great job, love...
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Date: 2006-02-13 07:31 pm (UTC)I adore bratty and bossy bottom!draco and smug!harry.
Okay, so there was one thing Draco didn't love about Harry. The fact that he, very occasionally, didn't do what Draco wanted him to do. - That's so true...
An intense wrestling match ensued and Draco played dirty, biting Harry on the thigh, tickling his feet and once, sticking a totally unlubed finger up Harry's ass. *ROFL*
“Harry?”
“Yes?”
“Pet my hair,” Draco murmured. *melts*
I'll definitely add this to my memories. ;)
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