Top Harry Drabbles: Harry/Jace Herondale(Shadowhunters)
Chapter Summary: In which the shadow world does not know about Harry Potter but Harry knows about it. Also... Jace Herondale and Harry Potter are fucking.
"Jace… darling…What's wrong?"
"You… fuck… you say that… now," Jace croaked out, rocking a little, trying to get friction, to… His hands were tied behind his back, his arms folded inward and he groaned, ducking his head onto Harry's shoulder and biting into the skin he found. "You're… ah!"
Fingers combed through his hair and breath tickled his skin even as a hand curled around the nape of his neck. "Something's bothering you."
"It's… nothing," Jace muttered, sucking in a tight breath as Harry's hand squeezed in warning as Jace tried to move. "Fuck me!"
"You asked me to tie you up," Harry whispered, his voice low and breathy and husky and he wouldn't move. "We haven't done this in a while. Granted, you're gorgeous and it's doing things to me to see you on my lap at my perusal. But…"
"Move!"
Harry reached up a hand to rub a nipple, reaching in to lick at it. Jace whined and rocked deeper, almost leaning on Harry's shoulders now. Pleasure grew at the base of his spine and in his stomach, warmth invading his everything. Harry's other hand stroked his thighs, rubbing teasing circles into his skin.
"Jace," Harry remarked, nipping into his skin and licking a trail of wet kisses up his bare collarbone before nudging Jace's chin up.
Jace shuddered as his heart raced and his cock spurted pre come, aching with need. His whole world had become the light touches on his skin and the cock inside him, the feeling of being full infecting him. His fingers clenched and unclenched and he wanted to be able touch, to grasp onto the mattress underneath them.
"You…" Jace trailed off as Harry licked up his throat, pressing a kiss at the base of his skin. Jace shivered and just as he opened his mouth to… say something, Harry thrust up into him and pleasure shot through him. The angle was just right and hot and Jace whined, pleasure touching every nerve in his body. "Fuck."
Harry's breathing grew louder as he reached out to grasp Jace's shoulders, maneuvering him around enough that he could pull out. Jace let out a strangled moan at the manhandling, whining as Harry thrust back in, deeper and fuller this time.
"You're beautiful when you lose control," Harry murmured, cupping his chin and smoothing a thumb over his cheek. Jace met Harry's dilated pupils carefully, seeing the heat in them.
"You… taking advantage of me then?"
Harry snorted, nipping a kiss onto the skin at the crook of Jace's neck. "No. Never. Just fucking you. Isn't that why you called? A booty call? Shit, Jace."
Jace huffed out a laugh, breathless and loose. He took a breath and raised himself up before sinking back down onto Harry's cock. Harry groaned and wrapped an arm around Jace's waist, digging his nails into Jace's back.
"You been going to the gym more?" Harry croaked out.
Jace shook his head and dropped his head onto Harry's shoulder. More like running from Valentine, being… Jace shuddered and Harry stayed still, quiet for a minute.
"Jace?"
"Don't want to talk about it," Jace muttered. "Just fuck me."
"Alright. You close?"
Jace nodded, not trusting himself to talk, despite the low ache of recently healed ribs and the burns that were hidden by runes. Fingers curled around his neck, smoothed over hair and trailed down his chest, tweaking his nipples. Pleasure boiled through him and he pulled up to catch the look in Harry's eyes.
Fondness mixed with arousal and concern.
Harry sighed and thrust up into him again, hitting his prostate again and again and Jace keened out, as one of Harry's hands traced his sides, bringing up goosebumps. His fingers trailed over his chest, keeping above his waist and not even coming close to his cock and Jace almost let out a growl.
"Come for me then," Harry whispered, his eyes intent on Jace. "Don't think about anything else. Just me and you and you taking my cock like you were made for it. Submitting to me. Think about my hands on you and my fingers in you, opening you up and getting you all wet. Marking you up."
Harry's eyes flashed and he leaned over to nuzzle into Jace's neck, biting into his skin. Not enough to break skin but enough to send Jace over the edge.
White hot pleasure jolted through him and darkness filled his vision. A sound left his throat as if it had been choked out of him. He slumped onto Harry's shoulder and both of Harry's arms wrapped around him, as he chased his own orgasm.
"Good boy," Harry whispered breathlessly. "So beautifully trussed up for me. You came without me touching your cock."
Jace whined even as he continued to tremble, his cock still spurting come. Harry's hand traveled to his neck and Jace followed the gentle order to lean against Harry, feeling the man untie him. The silk ropes fell to the mattress with a soft thump and Jace shuddered as Harry massaged his thighs, his legs, bringing his arms back around and massaging them too.
Harry's hands withdrew and Jace whined louder at the loss of warmth.
"Shhh, it's alright. Just cleaning you up," Harry murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He brushed some hair off of Jace's forehead before lying them both down onto the bed.
Jace slumped into Harry's chest, his eyes already drooping closed. A blanket rose and covered his bare back and bottom and he groaned, enjoying the extra warmth.
"Jace… water," Harry said, fondness in his voice. "You need to get some water into your body."
Jace blearily opened his eyes and opened his mouth, sipping on the water that Harry had pulled over. He shivered and greedily gulped down a few swallows before falling back onto Harry.
"Get some sleep," Harry said quietly, stroking Jace's back in circles. "I'll be here when you wake up."
Jace's eyes drooped closed again and he was asleep in seconds.
Harry peered down at the man that slept on top of him, his fingers combing through Jace's hair. Jace had a few new scars since they had seen each other last and despite Jace trying to hide them, Harry could tell that Jace had a few bruised or possibly had broken ribs.
There were burn scars that Harry could see even though the shadowhunter had activated a rune of hiding. He wondered what was going on in the shadow world now, his fingers still idly stroking Jace's back. Perhaps it was time to show himself again.
Jace just thought he was a mundane though. And…Harry was loathe to shake up the man's world.