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Title: Honeymoon
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR.
Wordcount: 695
Summary: Sequel to Wedding Night. Will Draco finally warm up to Harry?
They had decided to spend their honeymoon in Fiji. Scuba diving in the Great Astrolabe Reef had proved one of the most exciting things Harry had ever done, but he’d also enjoyed strolling through the rainforest parks with his husband as well. As far as he could tell, Draco was enjoying himself, too. Once, he had even put his hand on Harry’s lower back as he pointed out a strange, colorful bird in the treest. The gentle touch had sent a prickle of electricity up Harry’s spine, but he’d pretended not to notice the touch for fear that Draco would stop.
They’d also visited the villages and watched a fire walking ritual, but a lot of their time was spent sunbathing by the sea. They were staying in a cottage right on the beach, so the lure of the hot, white sand and crashing waves was irresistible.
As he lay out in the sun one morning, Harry found himself wishing that the end of their honeymoon weren’t approaching so abruptly. He heard Draco take his place next to him just as he’ turned onto his stomach.
“Can you get my back?” he said, handing his husband a bottle of sun block.
“Sure.” Draco took the bottle, and Harry heard him flip open the cap. It wasn’t the feeling of the cold lotion on his back that made him shiver, tough. Draco’s palm was soft and radiated an intense heat. Harry closed his eyes to savor the feeling.
The night of their wedding had been the first and only time they’d had sex. It had been a great shag, one which he remembered Draco enjoying as well. Still, Harry didn’t want to be the one to try and initiate sex again. Draco had been the one with reservations, and Harry didn’t want to ruin the small amount of progress they’d made in their relationship since their wedding by being too pushy.
Harry opened his eyes again. He could have sworn Draco had already covered every square inch of his back, and yet his hand was still caressing him, rubbing gently and going lower and lower. Harry held his breath, afraid that the slightest movement on his part would make Draco snatch his hand away. When he felt soft lips touch his shoulder, he thought his heart would hammer its way through his chest.
“I liked it, you know,” Draco said as his fingers hooked underneath the waistband of his boxers.
Harry’s stomach made a back flip. “We could do it again sometime…” he offered, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Like… now?”
Harry turned onto his back and gazed up at Draco, whose normally silver eyes had darkened to the color of mercury. He nodded, “Like now, if you want.”
Draco answered by bending down and kissing Harry on the mouth. He tasted like tropical fruit, and Harry savored the flavor as their tongues continued their timid dance. As they kissed he subconsciously spread his thighs wider apart, and Draco nestled between them. He could feel Draco’s erection pressing against his own, only the thin layers of their boxers separating their cocks.
“Are you disappointed with how I look?” Harry asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“You’re gorgeous,” Draco said, his breath tickling Draco’s face. “I love your eyes.”
Draco lowered his lips until the were brushing Harry’s “…and your lips.” Then he plundered Harry’s mouth in a hungry, fervid kiss.
Draco began to grind his hips down, his cock rubbing against Harry’s own aching length. Harry decided he liked it when Draco was in control. A sudden desire to submit fully to his husband, to be taken and pounded into the sand, flared like a bonfire inside him.
Draco thrust faster, his tongue drawing wet circles on Harry’s neck. Harry dug his fingertips into Draco’s arse and pressed him closer for more friction. They cried out at once, flooding their boxers with hot, sticky seed.
Harry couldn’t help but smile—this was how he had always wished Draco would be.
“I’m sorry I was such an arse,” Draco said softly. “I just—“
Harry silenced the blond by kissing his pouty lips. “Don’t apologize. Just fuck me silly.”
The End
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR.
Wordcount: 695
Summary: Sequel to Wedding Night. Will Draco finally warm up to Harry?
They had decided to spend their honeymoon in Fiji. Scuba diving in the Great Astrolabe Reef had proved one of the most exciting things Harry had ever done, but he’d also enjoyed strolling through the rainforest parks with his husband as well. As far as he could tell, Draco was enjoying himself, too. Once, he had even put his hand on Harry’s lower back as he pointed out a strange, colorful bird in the treest. The gentle touch had sent a prickle of electricity up Harry’s spine, but he’d pretended not to notice the touch for fear that Draco would stop.
They’d also visited the villages and watched a fire walking ritual, but a lot of their time was spent sunbathing by the sea. They were staying in a cottage right on the beach, so the lure of the hot, white sand and crashing waves was irresistible.
As he lay out in the sun one morning, Harry found himself wishing that the end of their honeymoon weren’t approaching so abruptly. He heard Draco take his place next to him just as he’ turned onto his stomach.
“Can you get my back?” he said, handing his husband a bottle of sun block.
“Sure.” Draco took the bottle, and Harry heard him flip open the cap. It wasn’t the feeling of the cold lotion on his back that made him shiver, tough. Draco’s palm was soft and radiated an intense heat. Harry closed his eyes to savor the feeling.
The night of their wedding had been the first and only time they’d had sex. It had been a great shag, one which he remembered Draco enjoying as well. Still, Harry didn’t want to be the one to try and initiate sex again. Draco had been the one with reservations, and Harry didn’t want to ruin the small amount of progress they’d made in their relationship since their wedding by being too pushy.
Harry opened his eyes again. He could have sworn Draco had already covered every square inch of his back, and yet his hand was still caressing him, rubbing gently and going lower and lower. Harry held his breath, afraid that the slightest movement on his part would make Draco snatch his hand away. When he felt soft lips touch his shoulder, he thought his heart would hammer its way through his chest.
“I liked it, you know,” Draco said as his fingers hooked underneath the waistband of his boxers.
Harry’s stomach made a back flip. “We could do it again sometime…” he offered, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Like… now?”
Harry turned onto his back and gazed up at Draco, whose normally silver eyes had darkened to the color of mercury. He nodded, “Like now, if you want.”
Draco answered by bending down and kissing Harry on the mouth. He tasted like tropical fruit, and Harry savored the flavor as their tongues continued their timid dance. As they kissed he subconsciously spread his thighs wider apart, and Draco nestled between them. He could feel Draco’s erection pressing against his own, only the thin layers of their boxers separating their cocks.
“Are you disappointed with how I look?” Harry asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“You’re gorgeous,” Draco said, his breath tickling Draco’s face. “I love your eyes.”
Draco lowered his lips until the were brushing Harry’s “…and your lips.” Then he plundered Harry’s mouth in a hungry, fervid kiss.
Draco began to grind his hips down, his cock rubbing against Harry’s own aching length. Harry decided he liked it when Draco was in control. A sudden desire to submit fully to his husband, to be taken and pounded into the sand, flared like a bonfire inside him.
Draco thrust faster, his tongue drawing wet circles on Harry’s neck. Harry dug his fingertips into Draco’s arse and pressed him closer for more friction. They cried out at once, flooding their boxers with hot, sticky seed.
Harry couldn’t help but smile—this was how he had always wished Draco would be.
“I’m sorry I was such an arse,” Draco said softly. “I just—“
Harry silenced the blond by kissing his pouty lips. “Don’t apologize. Just fuck me silly.”
The End
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I'm glad Draco finally warmed up to Harry. :)
“You’re gorgeous,” Draco said, his breath tickling Draco’s face. -Harry's face? ;)
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I'm glad you did a sequel. It was lovely.
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My brains totally just flooded out of my ears. It was pretty exciting. :D
This was absolutely lovely. And the beach!sex. Woo.
In the first paragraph it says "treest." Not like I didn't know what you were talking about, just letting you know.
Draco's "I liked it, you know," kind of made me giggle and squee at the same time. So it was a Squiggle. Or something. :D
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We saw what you did for Harry.. would LOVE to see what you can do for Draco... *grin*
But this was dam good
DragZ
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I loved it! It was great ^_^
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Absolutely loved it, Draco's words were incredible, they suited him perfectly!
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Funny, Harry and I have the same repsonse to Draco when he grinds up on us. Imagine that!
Lovely sequel...I swear I smell coconut and rum now...ummmm.
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lol... I agree with whoever said they want to see your take on the line "Don't apologize. Just fuck me silly."
But alas, I am happy with just the one sequel.
*sigh*
*gives you hopeful look*
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"Don't apologize. Just fuck me silly." ← I love this line!!! Sooo glad Draco got past his.. reservations.. about it all. ♥
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But why is your mood "angry"?
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That last line was genius :)
loved this story! :D
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