Gift for Pepper202
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nicevennTitle: Worth Crashing For
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dripping_cherry
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers.
Wordcount: 801
Summary: A fight in the locker room leads to sex in the showers. PWP. Written forpepper202, who wanted make-up sex in the locker room. I hope you like it!
“Did you expect me to let you win just because we’re together, Malfoy? Is that why you’re all riled up?”
Harry’s nostrils flared as he glowered at his boyfriend. Draco took an involuntary step back. The only time Harry ever called him by his surname anymore was when he was pissed off, which, Draco had to admit, wasn’t a rare occurrence.
“Of course not! I just thought you’d play fair—"
“What am I, a Hufflepuff?” Harry stuffed his Quidditch robes inside his locker and slammed the door shut. “Besides, feints are perfectly legal. It isn’t my fault you crashed.”
Draco felt the dull throbbing of his various injuries. If he had not felt obligated to take his anger out on Harry, he would have gone to the hospital wing and waited for his friends to bring him sweets. “Whose fault is it, then?”
“Yours,” said Harry, “because you’re such an inept flier.”
Draco’s jaw dropped. “You know what? Fuck you!”
Ignoring the angry looks from Harry’s Gryffindor devotees, Draco turned on his heals and stomped off to the Slytherin locker room, where he peeled off his dirty uniform and headed for the showers.
Steam began to rise from the water as Draco turned up the heat. He stepped underneath the stream of scalding water, hissing as it burned his skin. Wincing from the sting of the wetted scratches on his face, Draco reached for the soap, eager to wash away the dirt and grime, but hesitating because he knew that it would make the stinging worse. As he twisted the bar in his hand to lather it up, he decided to postpone the unpleasantness by tending to his erection instead.
Draco’s slippery hand glided effortlessly up and down his cock, and he shuddered, feeling the built-up anger begin to let up. Lost in the pleasant sensation spreading through his groin, he started when a body pressed up against him from behind and cold hands rested on his hips.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said into his shoulder. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” Not getting a response from Draco, he added, “I didn’t think you would, because you truly are an adept flier—“
“Prat,” said Draco, but he let his head fall back against Harry’s chest as he continued to stroke himself.
Harry watched him over his shoulder, lazily kissing the crook of his neck. “Does that feel good?”
“What do you think?”
Harry picked up the soap from the holder on the wall. “I think it would feel better if I did…this.” As he completed the sentence, Harry pushed a finger inside Draco, making him gasp.
Draco moaned as Harry began to thrust in and out, involuntarily stepping wider apart as he brushed his fingertip over Draco’s sweet spot. When a second finger joined the first, he began to thrust back onto the digits, eager to feel Harry inside him. “Fuck me,” he said.
Harry pulled out, lathered some soap onto his cock and pressed the tip against Draco’s opening. Draco leaned forward, resting his hands on the shower wall as Harry pushed forward, slowly, until he was completely buried.He felt a burning sensation, intensified by the soap, spreading through his backside, but it only heightened his arousal. Wrapping his fingers around his cock again, he stroked himself in time to Harry’s measured thrusts.
“We should fight more often,” Harry said as he plunged forward forcefully, earning a yelp from Draco.
“Or we can skip the fighting and just shag.”
“That’s another option,” Harry agreed.
Draco felt a shiver run up his spine when Harry took his earlobe in between his teeth and tugged. Harry’s hand replaced his own with a firmer grip on his cock, and he bit his lip to suppress a moan.
“Faster,” Draco begged.
The heat, together with the intensity of his approaching orgasm, was making Draco lightheaded, and he grasped desperately at the tile wall. He could hear Harry’s moans and ragged breathing over the sound the running water. Knowing that it would be over all too soon, he returned Harry’s thrusts, angling his hips so that Harry’s cock stimulated his prostate.
“Fuck!” Harry shouted as he buried himself deep inside Draco and wanked him furiously. Draco’s cock jerked in Harry’s hand, spurting cum over his fingers as he cried out in pleasure.
Panting, Draco rested his head on his forearm against the wall. His muscles continued to clamp down painfully on Harry’s cock as he slowly pulled out. Harry’s lips were searching for his own, so he turned his head as far as he could to return the sloppy kiss.
Once they regained their breath, Harry picked up the soap again and began to wash Draco’s body, stopping to kiss every bruise, cut, and scrape. His loving attention, Draco decided, was definitely worth crashing for.
The End
Author:
dripping_cherryPairing: H/D
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers.
Wordcount: 801
Summary: A fight in the locker room leads to sex in the showers. PWP. Written for
pepper202, who wanted make-up sex in the locker room. I hope you like it!“Did you expect me to let you win just because we’re together, Malfoy? Is that why you’re all riled up?”
Harry’s nostrils flared as he glowered at his boyfriend. Draco took an involuntary step back. The only time Harry ever called him by his surname anymore was when he was pissed off, which, Draco had to admit, wasn’t a rare occurrence.
“Of course not! I just thought you’d play fair—"
“What am I, a Hufflepuff?” Harry stuffed his Quidditch robes inside his locker and slammed the door shut. “Besides, feints are perfectly legal. It isn’t my fault you crashed.”
Draco felt the dull throbbing of his various injuries. If he had not felt obligated to take his anger out on Harry, he would have gone to the hospital wing and waited for his friends to bring him sweets. “Whose fault is it, then?”
“Yours,” said Harry, “because you’re such an inept flier.”
Draco’s jaw dropped. “You know what? Fuck you!”
Ignoring the angry looks from Harry’s Gryffindor devotees, Draco turned on his heals and stomped off to the Slytherin locker room, where he peeled off his dirty uniform and headed for the showers.
Steam began to rise from the water as Draco turned up the heat. He stepped underneath the stream of scalding water, hissing as it burned his skin. Wincing from the sting of the wetted scratches on his face, Draco reached for the soap, eager to wash away the dirt and grime, but hesitating because he knew that it would make the stinging worse. As he twisted the bar in his hand to lather it up, he decided to postpone the unpleasantness by tending to his erection instead.
Draco’s slippery hand glided effortlessly up and down his cock, and he shuddered, feeling the built-up anger begin to let up. Lost in the pleasant sensation spreading through his groin, he started when a body pressed up against him from behind and cold hands rested on his hips.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said into his shoulder. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” Not getting a response from Draco, he added, “I didn’t think you would, because you truly are an adept flier—“
“Prat,” said Draco, but he let his head fall back against Harry’s chest as he continued to stroke himself.
Harry watched him over his shoulder, lazily kissing the crook of his neck. “Does that feel good?”
“What do you think?”
Harry picked up the soap from the holder on the wall. “I think it would feel better if I did…this.” As he completed the sentence, Harry pushed a finger inside Draco, making him gasp.
Draco moaned as Harry began to thrust in and out, involuntarily stepping wider apart as he brushed his fingertip over Draco’s sweet spot. When a second finger joined the first, he began to thrust back onto the digits, eager to feel Harry inside him. “Fuck me,” he said.
Harry pulled out, lathered some soap onto his cock and pressed the tip against Draco’s opening. Draco leaned forward, resting his hands on the shower wall as Harry pushed forward, slowly, until he was completely buried.He felt a burning sensation, intensified by the soap, spreading through his backside, but it only heightened his arousal. Wrapping his fingers around his cock again, he stroked himself in time to Harry’s measured thrusts.
“We should fight more often,” Harry said as he plunged forward forcefully, earning a yelp from Draco.
“Or we can skip the fighting and just shag.”
“That’s another option,” Harry agreed.
Draco felt a shiver run up his spine when Harry took his earlobe in between his teeth and tugged. Harry’s hand replaced his own with a firmer grip on his cock, and he bit his lip to suppress a moan.
“Faster,” Draco begged.
The heat, together with the intensity of his approaching orgasm, was making Draco lightheaded, and he grasped desperately at the tile wall. He could hear Harry’s moans and ragged breathing over the sound the running water. Knowing that it would be over all too soon, he returned Harry’s thrusts, angling his hips so that Harry’s cock stimulated his prostate.
“Fuck!” Harry shouted as he buried himself deep inside Draco and wanked him furiously. Draco’s cock jerked in Harry’s hand, spurting cum over his fingers as he cried out in pleasure.
Panting, Draco rested his head on his forearm against the wall. His muscles continued to clamp down painfully on Harry’s cock as he slowly pulled out. Harry’s lips were searching for his own, so he turned his head as far as he could to return the sloppy kiss.
Once they regained their breath, Harry picked up the soap again and began to wash Draco’s body, stopping to kiss every bruise, cut, and scrape. His loving attention, Draco decided, was definitely worth crashing for.
The End
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