Title: Better Than
Rating: T
Pairing: HP/DM
Genre: Humor, drabble.
Warnings: none.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. It's all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made.
Summary: Draco's trapped. Harry won't let him go. Harry's a bastard.
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Draco whimpered as Harry pressed him harder into the cold marble countertop. His entire body was singing, all of his energy focused in one tiny spot, a spot that was currently begging for his attention…Oh GOD did this position ache. "Please! I give! I GIVE!" he cried, his voice crackling in an un-masculine screech as he bucked and twisted in his lover's merciless hold. "PLEASE Harry…." He panted. "Please." The other wizard smiled wickedly, bending to lick a trail of gooey saliva across the nape of Draco's neck. He kissed the white blond head softly and chuckled.
"You're sure?" He asked, amused.
Draco was near tears, his need for release so great. "Yes!" He barked, straining in the other man's arms. Said man grinned wider, and using a complex maneuver likely learned in Auror training (that bastard), nicked his treasure from the Malfoy heir's finely sculpted hands. He bit into the chocolate cookie and savored its sweet, sweet taste. OH yes….this was heaven. Stepping back lightly, he released Draco from his death grip and allowed his young lover to twist his arm back into place. Draco rubbed his swollen elbow, whimpering. "Bastard!" He snarled, his lip curling in a most unattractive manner. "No sex for you!" He stomped away to the bedroom, slamming the solid pine door behind him.
Harry shrugged and went back to his cookie.
Mmmmmm. Chocolate.
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