Title: A Little To The Left..
Summary: "Come on, Harry, just a bit more to the left." Draco Malfoy was panting with exertion, sweat making his normally immaculate blond hair stick to his forehead."
Rating: M
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns these beautiful beings, I merely own the plot.
A/N: Just a silly little drabble that was fluttering around in my head whilst trying to write my long fic - Drunk (When I Wake Up). It wouldn't leave me alone, so here it is. It amused me to write it, hope you enjoy! If you liked it, please review! Reviews and caffeine make my day =)
"Come on, Harry, just a bit more to the left." Draco Malfoy was panting with exertion, sweat making his normally immaculate blond hair stick to his forehead.
"I, I, can't hold it, much longer, Draco." Harry's words came out in between grunts, and his thighs were beginning to tremble with effort.
"Oh for fucks sake, Potter. Just a little more." Draco groaned in frustration.
"Okay, okay." Harry's glasses were slipping a little, but he didn't have a hand free to right them. He shifted slightly. "How's that?"
"Push it harder! No, Potter, harder. Merlin's beard, yes, like that." Harry took a moment to study Draco, his eyes half closed in concentration. "Stop looking at me, Harry, and pay attention." Harry chuckled slightly at the blond's tempestuous switching between his first and last names, but did switch his full attention to the task at hand.
"How's that?" He gasped, not sure how much longer he could last.
"Oh yes, Harry, right there."
"There? Right there? Are you sure?"
"Ohh, yes. Quite sure." Draco sighed, his arms trembling.
Then there was a moments silence before between them, they lowered their new sofa to the floor.
Draco stepped back to survey the beautiful, but extremely heavy, cream sofa's position in their living room. Harry flopped unceremoniously onto it, and shut his eyes tiredly.
"I don't like it." Draco announced. Harry cautiously opened one eye. Draco was scowling. "I don't like it." He repeated. "Get up. Let's try it over there." He gestured to the other side of the room. Harry shut his eye.
"That's where we put it the first time. You didn't like it then, you won't like it now."
"But Harry," Draco wheedled in his best, 'oh pretty please' voice, "It just doesn't look right here."
"I think it's just fine as it is." Harry replied, not bothering to open his eyes again. "It was fine in all of the ten places you've wanted it." He felt Draco come closer to him, and reached his arm out. He caught him off balance, and Draco toppled onto him with an ineloquent 'oof'.
"Mmm, in fact, I think it just got even better." He purred. Draco sneered at him.
"Don't think you can distract me, Potter."
"We'll see about that." Harry tilted his head up to capture Draco's soft lips with his own, his hands reaching up to card through silky blond hair. He felt Draco's body relax into him, and then he slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry gently ran a hand down Draco's spine to cup his arse and delighted at the little shiver the motion elicited.
Then Draco bit down on his lip and pulled away.
"Ow! Draco!"
"I told you that you couldn't distract me." Draco smirked. "Now get up."
"Obnoxious brat." Harry said ruefully, rising to his feet. He knew when he was beaten.
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