Title: Sleep Together
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and associates own these characters. I am writing this story for fun and not profit.
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Words: 3319
Rating: Mature...Hard R, potentially bordering on NC-17
Warnings: Sexual situations. This ficlet is the entire reason for the Mature rating and is the only one in this set so far that has this rating. It has descriptive sex between two men. If that's not your cup of tea, I strongly suggest you don't read it. Do not whine to me later that you had no idea what was coming as you have been warned.
Summary: Draco has managed to lure his prey back to his lair.
Author's Notes: The fourth in a series of song-based ficlets/vignettes. Ficlet is based on Sleep Togther by Garbage. This is the second in a set and is a Draco POV.
Sleep Together
The twist of Apparation faded from his gut as it spilled them into his room, their bodies still entwined from the heated dance they had engaged in; the moment that sweet 'yes' had fallen from his quarry's lips, he had wasted no time in getting them away from the club and heavy, prying eyes. Staring down into emerald eyes, clouded over in lust, Draco still couldn't believe that he had managed to coax the skittish beauty into his lair – but now that he had him there, there was no way he was going to let the raven escape. Whether Potter fully realized it or not, Draco had staked his claim and a Malfoy never relinquished their treasures once found.
Capturing the pink lips that had been driving him mad from the moment he'd spied them from across the room, Draco dragged the shorter man into the cradle of his body, drinking from that lush, honey-tinged mouth as a man dying of thirst. Groaning when the brunet met him with equal fervor, he tugged impatiently at the snug, green shirt that molded to the sleek, nicely defined chest he'd noticed the moment Potter had ventured into the club, (not that he'd known it was Potter; that was a pleasant surprise) sliding his hands hungrily up golden-tinted flesh, drawing a low, rumbling moan from the lips beneath his.
Draco had gone out that night, desperate to ease the aching need that had slowly built over the course of the day, the kind of hunger that only another hot, fit body could slake, but had quickly grown disenchanted with the limited pickings. Not that there was anything overtly wrong with the club's offerings – they were in fact, quite striking – but the prey surrounding him were far too easily persuaded by his ample charms and fell too readily to his whims.
It made the hunt boring, mundane, when the chosen didn't run; or at the very least put up a token resistance. He wanted a challenge; someone who would look him in the eye defiantly and sneer at his efforts, teasing and denying him his desires until the very last moment, when they would surrender ever-so-sweetly. Only then would the prize be worthy.
That's when he had entered, and instantly, the air charged, making the fine hairs on his nape and arms stand on end.
Casting a lazy eye over to the door, he jolted when that whipcord body maneuvered its way through the crowd, pulling up a stool at the bar and waved his hand casually, attempting to get the barkeep's attention. Licking his lips slowly, he drew away from the insipid, little blond, playing so desperately for his interest and glided closer, keeping bodies between himself and the raven beauty in order to study him fully – it wouldn't do to alert the quarry of his imminent downfall, after all.
Letting his eyes travel the fit, compact form languidly as the man leaned into the bar, he lingered on the tight, muscled arse, lovingly hugged by snug, black leather and, undignified as it was, nearly drooled at the sight. Visions of that gorgeous arse arching beneath him as he slid his cock into the owner's waiting, snug sheath, made his cock stiffen painfully and ripped a groan of pure, unadulterated lust from his throat. Raising his gaze, it momentarily clashed with bright, truculent eyes and he sucked in a breath of genuine excitement.
Oh, yes, this one would fight him; deliciously so.
Drawing back into the shadows, Draco watched as the beauty flicked his eyes away dismissively, and it only made him covet the man even more. This one blatantly challenged him, not only with his presence, but also with his cool, uninterested smile. He might have felt offended by the blatant dismissal, if it weren't for the faint tremor that shook the brunet's body when their eyes first clashed, followed by a subtle shifting in his seat, which told him that the other man was affected much more than he wanted to let on. And Draco knew then he had to possess him.
Challenge set; challenge met. By the end of the night, the raven would be his.
What came next, had been a delicious game of cat and mouse, his raven beauty staying just a step or two ahead of him as he stalked him across the floor; and while he wasn't a patient man typically, in this he had been willing to take his time. The prize was worthy of his patience and he had no doubt that he would eventually run the man down, wrapping him in the slow, intricate web he was spinning. Plus the prolonged hunt ignited the the smoldering burn in the bit of his stomach, fanning it into an achingly sweet inferno just waiting to be unleashed on its chosen prey.
That his chosen ended up being Potter had only made the conquest sweeter.
Pulling away from that addictive mouth, he latched onto Potter's slightly damp throat, his teeth scraping over the salty skin and smirked when the brunet arched his neck, pressing it harder against his mouth as he whimpered quietly in need. Deftly walking the heavenly feast back against his bed, Draco removed his mouth from that long, slim column when he all but tore the shirt from Potter's body.
Toppling the other man down onto his bed, he stood above him, taking in his fill of thin, corded limbs. The brunet looked positively sinful splayed across his black, silk sheets, Potter's ruffled hair blending beautifully with the material as red, kiss-swollen lips parted and electric green eyes burned with desire. Delectable. Tearing off his own shirt, the buttons flying to the four corners of the room, he dropped it to the floor and kicked off his shoes before kneeling on the edge of the bed. Licking his lips, he crawled up Potter's body, sliding his hands over leather clad legs, parting them slightly, and cupped that exquisite arse and yanked, bringing their cocks together.
Groaning as they slid together, Draco skated his hands over Potters hips and all that pale, bared skin as he sunk down, capturing the other man's mouth in a heated kiss that left his head reeling. Frotting against him, Draco hissed when nails bit into his skin, raking down his back, and likely leaving long, red gouges in their wake as Potter cupped his arse and arched, grinding their erections together in an effort to get more friction. So lovely...he had known his quarry would never lie beneath him passively.
Tearing his mouth away from Potter's, Draco trailed hot, wet, biting kisses down his neck, sucking the rapidly thrumming pulse into his mouth and bit down sharply, marking Potter, drawing a startled cry from his prey. Laving his tongue over the tender, rapidly purpling skin, he smirked when Potter's breath hitched sharply and set about systematically claiming the taut body beneath his with lips, tongue, teeth and nails, marking his quarry with all the pent up, boyish desire that had haunted him during their Hogwarts days.
There was nothing more aggravating, facing your schoolyard nemesis, torn between wanting nothing more than to throttle the boy for his self-righteous views and actions, and wanting to pin them down and fuck him into the floor. Potter had always been far too lovely for either of their own good.
Grabbing his wand, he gave an impatient flick of his hand, spelling off their clothing, but not vanishing them completely, as he had every intentions of seeing that perfect arse molded in snug, black leather again; he really needed to thank whomever had talked Potter into that purchase. Staring down into green eyes, hazy with lust, and just a touch of wariness, he smiled predaciously, enjoying that subtle flash of apprehension.
Usually, he'd take his time unwrapping his chosen mark, unveiling each part one inch at a time, preferring to tease them senseless, but this moment had been years in the making and he couldn't contain his growing excitement. Besides, everything between he and Potter had always been violently passionate. And the man did whimper so prettily in the back of his throat when faced with whatever he'd uncovered in Draco's eyes, further inflaming his senses.
Pressing their bodies together, he groaned harshly, the air ripped from his lungs as their cocks slid along one another almost painfully, only a fine sheen of sweat and pre-come easing the abrasive friction between the two of them, and delighted in the strangled moan that slipped past the raven's lips as he captured them. The feeling of all that hot, slick flesh drove him crazy, catching every cell aflame, spilling desire into his veins like a molten river. It was just like he'd always envisioned between him and Potter – a spitting, biting, scratching, grappling bid for dominance.
Which made the other man's concession like honey on his tongue.
"Can't..." the brunet gasped, ferociously sinking his teeth into Draco's bottom lip, drawing blood and making him yelp indignantly. Smirking, Potter raked his hands over his torso, the callused tips of his fingers biting as he arched, the heavy press of cock to cock nearly incapacitating Draco as the brunet rasped sexily against his ear. "Can't wait to have your cock inside me."
The words were a sucker punch to the gut, rendering Draco completely speechless as he'd expected a bit more of a struggle; but he hadn't been sorted into Slytherin for no reason and he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Rolling his hips against the smirking man underneath him, a flash of triumph rippled across his nerves when Potter cried out, the smirk melting away as he bucked his hips helplessly, seeking more friction.
"Never took you for a bottom boy, Potty," he taunted gleefully, sinking his teeth into pink nipple as he bit his way down Potter's chest, almost losing himself in the taste (salt and sunshine), texture (satin) and smell (musk with a hint of apples and wood) of his skin.
"Don't get...fuck...don't get too excited, Ferret," the brunet rasped, his fingers sinking into pale, blond hair and twisting, clutching helplessly as Draco licked a strip down the faint trail leading to his groin. "I don't bottom exclusively."
Using the grip on his hair, Potter tugged Draco up his body and leaned up, sealing their mouths together in a fervid kiss that sent his head swimming and his toes curling, allowing Potter the upper hand as he wrapped and arm around Draco's waist and rolled them over, straddling his waist. No wilting flower or passive kitten this one – he gave his all and took as much as he gave.
"I just really want cock tonight," Potter hissed quietly, flicking his tongue over the shell before his teeth sunk into the lobe, his hot breath whispering against his ear as he breathed fervently. "Your cock."
Raking his nails over Draco's chest, Potter licked, sucked and bit a hot trail down it, his hands roaming all over his body voraciously, each touch and kiss branding him as deeply as when he claimed the brunet earlier. Gasping when Potter buried his nose into the coarse, blond curls at the apex of his thighs, he tangled his fingers into the thatch of wild curls Potter called hair, marveling at the silky texture, and tugged, trying to bring him back up his body.
"Filling me," Potter husked breathlessly, stubbornly refusing to relinquish his advantage and dipped his head to give Draco's leaking cock an experimental swipe of tongue. "Bringing that delicious burn."
Potter licked a long, wet stripe up his aching cock, stealing the breath from his lungs and chuckled when Draco's hips bucked reflexively; holding them still, he dipped his head again to brush a soft kiss on the crown, swirling his far too talented tongue over it and sucked it into his hot, moist mouth. Fuck, he had to find a way to halt this or it would be over before he even had a chance to sink balls deep into the perfectly formed arse that had him drooling all night.
"Stretching..." Potter breathed, sliding his hands over Draco's torso to tweak his nipples sharply, making Draco swear under his breath and scrabble at his shoulders as the brunet watched the flesh flush and peak temptingly. "Stretching me so full, I'm nearly coming from that alone."
Using Potter's momentary distraction against him, Draco flipped out from under him, grabbing the brunet around the waist and manhandled him onto his hands and knees; gliding his hands up his back, he molded himself to the slightly smaller man's body and slid his cock between Potter's thighs as he sunk his teeth into the crook of his neck, delighting in the heated moan the rumbled through the body beneath him.
"On your hands and knees, Potty," he taunted softly, relishing in the subtle bucking of hips that tried to dislodge him, but stilled when he thrust his pelvis softly, rubbing his cock against Potter's crack. Sliding one hand down his back, he traced a finger between the globes of Potter's arse, teasing the furled, pink hole and inhaled sharply when it met with slick, already stretched flesh, and growled appreciatively. "Dirty, little slut. Always figured you for a closet cock whore."
"Nothing in the closet about this, Malfoy," Potter grit between his teeth, arching his arse tauntingly, rubbing it teasingly against his cock while seeking more of Draco's probing fingers, choking back a whimper when he slid a single digit into that slicked, warm hole. "Now shut up and fuck me."
"If you insist..." he whispered, sliding a second finger in and pumping, circling and scissoring them to stretch him further, groaning when Potter's hips arched enticingly, a loud cry bubbling over his lips as his fingers scraped over that bundle of nerves.
Making quick work of stretching him, going up to three fingers as he rendered the man beneath him into a shivering, mewling mess, he slicked his cock, biting his lip to keep from whimpering and lined himself up at Potter's entrance, whispering fervently against his ear.
"Gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling it for a week."
"Then stop prattling about it and do it..." Potter challenged, his words cut off by a gasp as Draco slid in, driving himself into that tight heat with one, smooth thrust, leaving the man beneath him trembling. "Oh fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck..."
"Gods," Draco gasped, clenching his eyes shut as the tight, hot sheath clamped around him reflexively at the unexpected intrusion. Panting softly, he froze, holding himself almost deathly still as he waited for Potter to adjust and for himself to gain a measure of control."So tight..."
Pressing a kiss against the sweaty nape of Potter's neck, he rubbed his back and sides soothingly, passing over the skin in light, teasing strokes, stoking the smoldering fire beneath it as he uncharacteristically whispered, "You okay?"
"Fine," Potter nodded, squirming deliciously under his hands and then arched his arse in invitation, impaling himself impossibly further on Draco's cock, drawing a long, rumbling moan from the back of his throat as the brunet demanded. "Fuck me, Malfoy...if you can."
"You'll pay for that, Potter," he growled, pulling back slowly until only an inch was sheathed, drawing the feeling out and the snapped his hips forward, slamming back into that tight heat, dragging another inarticulate cry from Potter. Smiling smugly when the man continued to whimper and rocked helplessly on Draco's cock, he experimented with angles until he found one that made the raven buckle with a keening cry. Clenching Potter's hips, he set a fast, driving, almost brutal pace, each whimper and cry from Potter fueling his own pleasure, lust singing through his veins like liquid fire.
Digging his fingers into Potter's skin, he moaned as the man began to shiver and tremble, signaling his impending climax and he sped up his thrusts, angling his cock so that it dragged over Potter's prostate, and gasped when the brunet cried out, his muscles clamping as he came with shuddering intensity, calling out Draco's name.
Biting his lip, he thrust a few more times, his strokes choppy and shallow, before own orgasm washed over him, exploding with an intensity he'd never felt before, his sight whiting out as wave after wave flooded him. Crying out, his eyes fluttered shut as he tensed, suspending over Potter's back as it drew out and then sunk bonelessly against it, breathing heavily. They lay like that for a few moments while catching their breaths, and then, with a whimper of discontent, Draco slid out of Potter, falling to the bed on his back, staring at that gorgeous, curled up figure in awe.
"Fuck," Potter muttered, uncurling himself and stretching his limbs out, falling next to him in a sated heap, the satisfied grin on his face belying the heated glare he tossed Draco's way. "I'm not going to be able to sit tomorrow, you bastard."
"That's what you get for being an insufferable tease tonight," he smirked, smoothing the thick black curls back from his boyfriend of two years face as he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"Hey," Harry protested softly, tangling their fingers together as he tipped his head and captured Draco's lips in a chaste kiss. "Let me remind you that this was your game. I was just playing along. Personally, I would have preferred staying home and fucking each others brains out, but you wanted a chase. So I made damned sure you got your money's worth."
"It was quite good," he hummed, smirking at the pouting brunet, stealing yet another kiss from those sardonic lips. "You almost had even me convinced with that reluctant victim act. You've gotten far too good at that."
"Glad I could satisfy your deviant streak," Harry rasped dryly, getting up with only the tiniest wince and walking towards the bathroom to wash up Draco presumed.
"And don't think I didn't notice you lusting after that Weasley look alike," he called out, his tone faintly barbed as he recalled how his lover's eyes had hooded and he'd licked his lips as if picturing bedding the redheaded tramp.
"Like you weren't drooling yourself," Harry snorted, his voice echoing slightly within the confines of the bathroom. "I know better."
"Whatever," he groused, refusing to acknowledge the brunet's observation, even if it was the truth. He had to admit that he'd wanked a time or two after seeing the long-haired Weasley, but he'd deny it until he was blue in the face if someone were to call him on it. Then again, perhaps he could talk Harry into getting a couple of Weasley's hairs and having themselves a polyjuice night. "Just remember you're mine and there will be no more than lusting involved."
"As if I could ever forget," Harry snickered softly, coming out of their bathroom and flicking a hand over the sheets to clean them, then used the same charm on Draco, eliciting a a small frisson of desire in the blond; he loved when Harry manipulated his magic that way. Opening his eyes when he felt lips on his, he responded in kind, enjoying the slow, sweet kiss as Harry whispered softly against his mouth. "Possessive prat. Next time, it's my turn."
"I look forward to whatever your warped Gryffindor brain dreams up," he replied, already anticipating this lover's next game, knowing that whatever it was, he'd enjoy it immensely.
"You still have your Slytherin Quidditch uniform, yeah?" Harry asked, a heated sparkle lighting his eyes and a deliciously wicked smile spreading across his face as he stared at Draco.
And he couldn't help but whimper helplessly under those devilishly glinting eyes, lust spiking through his system at the visuals that comment produced and thanked the stars once more for his gorgeous, adventurous Gryffindor lover.
