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bottom_dracoTitle: Courting Shadows
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Category: Angst-ish, PWP-ish
Warnings: Dirty talk
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: The sequel to A Dance In the Dark. Harry’s private dance.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Archive: Always.
A/N: A Dance In The Dark is here: http://www.livejournal.com/community/bottom_draco/100388.html
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“So, the might certainly have fallen, haven’t they, Malfoy?”
“Spare me the superiority bit, Potter.” Malfoy said briskly, pushing him into the chair in the corner of one of the ‘private dance’ rooms. “Bit hypocritical, isn’t it, considering you’re in a gay nudie bar.” He seated himself on Harry’s lap and stretched one arm over his head, leaning into him. Harry shivered at the feel of his arms full of Draco Malfoy once again.
“I didn’t testify at your trial so you could do this for the rest of your life.” Malfoy shifted in his lap, turning until his back was pressed against Harry’s chest, his arse resting directly over Harry’s hard cock.
“What would you have had me do, Potter?” He whispered, tipping his back against Harry’s shoulder. He ground his hips down. Harry’s hands came up automatically, grasping his hips and pulling him down harder, but Malfoy pushed them away. “No touching, Potter.” His whole body slid against Harry’s as he moved. “When you pulled me out of the manor when it was burning and when you testified for me and through everything else, I knew I’d be under you for the rest of my life. In a way, it was a relief to be exiled because I knew I wouldn’t ever have to face up to it, but here you are. I guess you’re looking for repayment?”
“Malfoy,” Harry gasped, bracing his hands on the arms of the chair and pushing up. “When I did all that, I just thought—I thought that—“
“You thought I’d owe you for life and I’d stay with you and be your kept boy.” Malfoy interrupted, turning in his lap. He met Harry’s eyes levelly, and they were burning with anger.
“Well, congratulations, I guess I became your whore after all.” He spat, rolling his hips against Harry’s.
“Oh, give it a rest, Malfoy.” Harry snapped. “I know you, remember? It’s not like you’d mind.” He ran his hands down Malfoy’s back, noting with satisfaction that he didn’t push him away this time. He cupped his pale arse and squeezed, chuckling when Malfoy’s hips bucked. “Your rightful place is under me, Malfoy.” He whispered, sliding his thumbs under the edges of the other boy’s shorts and pressing the pad of one against his entrance, feeling it tremble against the pressure as Malfoy trembled now in his arms. “That’s what you really want, isn’t it?” He hissed, pushing his thumb in. Malfoy shuddered and buried his face in Harry’s neck. “You want me to come home to you every night and bend you over and fuck you until you can barely walk--“ He scraped his thumbnail harshly over Malfoy’s prostate. “And then do it all over again.”
“Enough!” Malfoy cried, sitting up. “What do you want from me, Potter?” He asked hoarsely.
Harry smiled inwardly and pulled his thumb from the grasp of Malfoy’s body and pushed the other boy to his feet.
“Bend over the chair.” Harry glanced around and grabbed a bottle of lotion (placed next to a box of tissues, gross, he thought with distaste). He quickly coated his cock and grasped Malfoy’s hips, pulling him back as he pushed forward. He was tight, so tight, and for a moment as Harry struggled to get control, he felt like the 16 year old obsessed with Malfoy’s arse that he’d once been.
Harry angled his thrusts to rub mercilessly over Malfoy’s prostate and slid his hands over his chest, twisting the rings that decorated his nipples harshly. He had always imagined that Malfoy would be out of control in bed, and he had been right, and every whimper and moan that he made only made Harry thrust harder. He moved his hand down and wrapped his fingers around Malfoy’s cock, stroking him in time, but just as he was about to come, Harry stopped moving completely and tightened his fingers on the base of his cock. Malfoy choked, squirming against him.
“What the fuck are you playing at, Potter?” He wailed.
“Say you’ll come back with me.” Harry said through gritted teeth.
“Potter—“ Harry rolled his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing slowly over mayfoy’s prostate.
“Say you’ll come back with me.”
“Yes, fuck, yes, anything, please, just let me come, let me—“ Harry thrust once more and stroked his cock, once, twice, and anyone would have thought Malfoy was being murdered for how loud he screamed as he came. Harry moved inside him, feeling the tight, slick grasp of him ripple around him and came, his fingers curling in Malfoy’s hair.
“You made the right choice.” Harry whispered in the dimness of the room. Malfoy said nothing, and they stayed there for a long while.
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Category: Angst-ish, PWP-ish
Warnings: Dirty talk
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: The sequel to A Dance In the Dark. Harry’s private dance.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Archive: Always.
A/N: A Dance In The Dark is here: http://www.livejournal.com/community/bottom_draco/100388.html
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“So, the might certainly have fallen, haven’t they, Malfoy?”
“Spare me the superiority bit, Potter.” Malfoy said briskly, pushing him into the chair in the corner of one of the ‘private dance’ rooms. “Bit hypocritical, isn’t it, considering you’re in a gay nudie bar.” He seated himself on Harry’s lap and stretched one arm over his head, leaning into him. Harry shivered at the feel of his arms full of Draco Malfoy once again.
“I didn’t testify at your trial so you could do this for the rest of your life.” Malfoy shifted in his lap, turning until his back was pressed against Harry’s chest, his arse resting directly over Harry’s hard cock.
“What would you have had me do, Potter?” He whispered, tipping his back against Harry’s shoulder. He ground his hips down. Harry’s hands came up automatically, grasping his hips and pulling him down harder, but Malfoy pushed them away. “No touching, Potter.” His whole body slid against Harry’s as he moved. “When you pulled me out of the manor when it was burning and when you testified for me and through everything else, I knew I’d be under you for the rest of my life. In a way, it was a relief to be exiled because I knew I wouldn’t ever have to face up to it, but here you are. I guess you’re looking for repayment?”
“Malfoy,” Harry gasped, bracing his hands on the arms of the chair and pushing up. “When I did all that, I just thought—I thought that—“
“You thought I’d owe you for life and I’d stay with you and be your kept boy.” Malfoy interrupted, turning in his lap. He met Harry’s eyes levelly, and they were burning with anger.
“Well, congratulations, I guess I became your whore after all.” He spat, rolling his hips against Harry’s.
“Oh, give it a rest, Malfoy.” Harry snapped. “I know you, remember? It’s not like you’d mind.” He ran his hands down Malfoy’s back, noting with satisfaction that he didn’t push him away this time. He cupped his pale arse and squeezed, chuckling when Malfoy’s hips bucked. “Your rightful place is under me, Malfoy.” He whispered, sliding his thumbs under the edges of the other boy’s shorts and pressing the pad of one against his entrance, feeling it tremble against the pressure as Malfoy trembled now in his arms. “That’s what you really want, isn’t it?” He hissed, pushing his thumb in. Malfoy shuddered and buried his face in Harry’s neck. “You want me to come home to you every night and bend you over and fuck you until you can barely walk--“ He scraped his thumbnail harshly over Malfoy’s prostate. “And then do it all over again.”
“Enough!” Malfoy cried, sitting up. “What do you want from me, Potter?” He asked hoarsely.
Harry smiled inwardly and pulled his thumb from the grasp of Malfoy’s body and pushed the other boy to his feet.
“Bend over the chair.” Harry glanced around and grabbed a bottle of lotion (placed next to a box of tissues, gross, he thought with distaste). He quickly coated his cock and grasped Malfoy’s hips, pulling him back as he pushed forward. He was tight, so tight, and for a moment as Harry struggled to get control, he felt like the 16 year old obsessed with Malfoy’s arse that he’d once been.
Harry angled his thrusts to rub mercilessly over Malfoy’s prostate and slid his hands over his chest, twisting the rings that decorated his nipples harshly. He had always imagined that Malfoy would be out of control in bed, and he had been right, and every whimper and moan that he made only made Harry thrust harder. He moved his hand down and wrapped his fingers around Malfoy’s cock, stroking him in time, but just as he was about to come, Harry stopped moving completely and tightened his fingers on the base of his cock. Malfoy choked, squirming against him.
“What the fuck are you playing at, Potter?” He wailed.
“Say you’ll come back with me.” Harry said through gritted teeth.
“Potter—“ Harry rolled his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing slowly over mayfoy’s prostate.
“Say you’ll come back with me.”
“Yes, fuck, yes, anything, please, just let me come, let me—“ Harry thrust once more and stroked his cock, once, twice, and anyone would have thought Malfoy was being murdered for how loud he screamed as he came. Harry moved inside him, feeling the tight, slick grasp of him ripple around him and came, his fingers curling in Malfoy’s hair.
“You made the right choice.” Harry whispered in the dimness of the room. Malfoy said nothing, and they stayed there for a long while.
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