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Drabble: A Lot of Gryffindor
Title: A Lot of Gryffindor
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nicevenn
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 316
Beta:nursedarry
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement in intended.
Summary: Draco's first time isn't what he expected.
A/N: This was written as a gift forsusan5124 for correctly guessing which Hols fic I wrote! Her prompts were first time and "Ah! You said it wouldn't hurt!"
"Ah! You said it wouldn't hurt!"
Draco held Harry firmly by the hips to prevent him from going any deeper.
"No, I said I didn't think it would hurt," Harry said, panting (which Draco thought was ridiculous, as he hadn't even got the head in yet). "I wouldn't actually know—"
Draco knew he ought to be angry, but looking up into the other boy's lust-glazed eyes, he couldn't quite manage. He let go of Harry's hips and gripped the sheets instead. "Just get on with it, then."
Harry's lips curved into a crooked smile. "I knew you had some Gryffindor in you."
Draco felt a stab of pain as Harry pushed forward. His muscles gave way, allowing Harry's lubed cock to glide in effortlessly while they both gasped and moaned. It was the most erotic thing Draco had ever felt.
"A lot of Gryffindor," Harry amended, once his hips were pressing against the back of Draco's thighs.
Before Draco could argue about the exact quantity of Gryffindor inside him, Harry kissed him. Their tongues slid together slowly as Harry began to rock. The burn began to subside, and in its place Draco felt an odd sensation of fullness mingled with an insatiable need for more, more, more.
It was the perfect first time, Draco thought; that is, until Harry's breath hitched and he threw his head back with a silly, enraptured look on his face.
"Damn you, Potter," Draco said as he reached in between their bodies to take himself in hand. His strokes were as jerky and rough as Harry's final thrusts. He came with a groan, heat sliding down his hand and dribbling onto his lower belly.
"All right?" Harry asked afterwards, looking down at Draco with concern.
Draco thought Harry should have asked him that before he'd lost control, but it had felt good and, again, he found himself unable to be angry.
"More than all right."
Author:
nicevennRating: NC-17
Word Count: 316
Beta:
nursedarryDisclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement in intended.
Summary: Draco's first time isn't what he expected.
A/N: This was written as a gift for
susan5124 for correctly guessing which Hols fic I wrote! Her prompts were first time and "Ah! You said it wouldn't hurt!""Ah! You said it wouldn't hurt!"
Draco held Harry firmly by the hips to prevent him from going any deeper.
"No, I said I didn't think it would hurt," Harry said, panting (which Draco thought was ridiculous, as he hadn't even got the head in yet). "I wouldn't actually know—"
Draco knew he ought to be angry, but looking up into the other boy's lust-glazed eyes, he couldn't quite manage. He let go of Harry's hips and gripped the sheets instead. "Just get on with it, then."
Harry's lips curved into a crooked smile. "I knew you had some Gryffindor in you."
Draco felt a stab of pain as Harry pushed forward. His muscles gave way, allowing Harry's lubed cock to glide in effortlessly while they both gasped and moaned. It was the most erotic thing Draco had ever felt.
"A lot of Gryffindor," Harry amended, once his hips were pressing against the back of Draco's thighs.
Before Draco could argue about the exact quantity of Gryffindor inside him, Harry kissed him. Their tongues slid together slowly as Harry began to rock. The burn began to subside, and in its place Draco felt an odd sensation of fullness mingled with an insatiable need for more, more, more.
It was the perfect first time, Draco thought; that is, until Harry's breath hitched and he threw his head back with a silly, enraptured look on his face.
"Damn you, Potter," Draco said as he reached in between their bodies to take himself in hand. His strokes were as jerky and rough as Harry's final thrusts. He came with a groan, heat sliding down his hand and dribbling onto his lower belly.
"All right?" Harry asked afterwards, looking down at Draco with concern.
Draco thought Harry should have asked him that before he'd lost control, but it had felt good and, again, he found himself unable to be angry.
"More than all right."
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