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nicevennTitle: Snow and Sex in Switzerland
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Wordcount: 1,200
Disclaimer: Characters and HP universe belong to JKR and publishers. Loaded Questions is a trademark of All Things Equal, Inc.
Summary: A ski trip provides the perfect distraction for one broken-hearted Harry Potter.
But what will happen when he comes back to his senses?
“I can’t believe you got us lost!” Draco complained as he threw his ski poles into the snow. He took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes in frustration.
Harry hid a smile. “I got us lost?”
Draco glared at him. “It was your idea to go off trail.”
“Oh yeah,” said Harry, taking off his skis while Draco him watched him with suspicion.
“Why are you removing your skis, Harry?” He couldn’t help sounding worried. He didn’t want to be lost in the Alps after the sun went down.
“So I can get closer to you,” said Harry. “I suggest you do the same. Might as well take advantage of the situation.”
Draco got the hint, and his skis were off before Harry could blink. His fear of the dark vanished in an instant. What could possibly happen to me in Harry Potter’s arms? Draco had an idea, but that was nothing to be afraid of.
The earth stood still as Harry approached. The events of the previous evening were still fresh in Draco’s mind, and he wanted more. He wanted to know that it had meant something to Harry, that he thought it was worth repeating. But Harry’s lips brushing his own did little to calm his racing heart. Now he felt the pounding in his head and he thought that if it hadn’t been for Harry’s arms encircling him, he might have fallen over.
Harry was sure he was going mad. He had brought one of his best friends out into the wilderness, pretending he didn’t know his way back, just so he could snog him, as if what happened the night before hadn’t been enough. But Harry’s curiosity had been sparked. And if Draco was willing to let him sate that curiosity, so much the better. He had to admit that the blond was a fine exemplar of the male sex and he could not have asked for a better partner to experiment with.
Harry came down onto his knees in the powdery snow, faced with the task of taking Draco’s cock out from beneath layers of clothing. He had never touched another man’s dick before, and the thought of doing so for the first time was both scary and intoxicating. He removed his gloves and found the zipper of Draco’s ski pants. As he pulled it down, he could already imagine his musky scent mixing in with the fresh fragrance of fir and spruce in the air.
Draco moaned as Harry slipped his hand in and tentatively began caressing his cock through his long underwear. Harry scolded himself for being such a nervous wreck. I’m acting as if I don’t know what to do with a dick. Chewing on his lower lip, he reached in and wrapped his hand around that silky, hard cock and pulled it out into the cold air, making Draco hiss.
It wasn’t a good idea to leave Draco out in the cold so Harry quickly covered the tip of his cock with his mouth and the base with his hand. He was surprised to learn that it didn’t taste horrible. It was a salty and a tad bitter—an acquired taste, Harry decided.
Draco was looking down at Harry in awe. It really was happening. His long-time fantasy was becoming a reality as Harry’s mouth closed around the head of his cock. When the brunet’s hand and tongue began sliding up and down his shaft, he kept his lips shut tight for fear that any sound that escaped would be something embarrassing, like a mewl or a squeal.
He pulled off Harry’s forest green beanie and tangled his fingers in a mess of jet black hair. Harry’s tentative ministrations were proof that the former Gryffindor had never sucked cock before, but it didn’t matter because the knowledge that Harry Potter’s mouth was wrapped around his cock was in itself enough to send Draco floating among clouds as white as the snow that surrounded him.
“Harry…” It was barely more than a whisper but it caught the brunet’s attention. Harry looked up at Draco with eyes that reflected the color of the evergreens of the alpine forest them. He took Harry’s chin in between his fingers and bent over. Harry released his cock and let Draco kiss him.
Draco could taste himself on Harry’s lips, which he found to be strangely erotic. Still, he ended the kiss prematurely because the cold air was stinging his cock. Harry’s mouth was sizzling hot in contrast. Draco compared the feeling to jumping into a hot tub on a cold winter evening. But even that couldn’t compare.
He couldn’t stop his hips from moving, and began thrusting into Harry’s mouth, startling him. “Sorry,” said Draco. It took all of his will to still his hips.
“It’s okay,” said Harry. “Go ahead.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Still holding onto the brunet’s hair, Draco pushed slowly into his mouth. His cock was enveloped by that intense heat again, and Draco let out a low groan. He repositioned his hands so that they were on either side of Harry’s face and began to thrust, gently at first. When Harry didn’t complain he pushed deeper, faster.
Harry was relieved that Draco had taken over, but he wasn’t about to submit completely. As Draco fucked his mouth he alternated between wiggling his tongue, which made Draco whimper, and applying suction, which made Draco hiss. But his attention was divided between Draco’s cock and his own and he rubbed his hand against it. Next to Draco’s ecstatic moans, that little bit of stimulation was enough to make him flood his underwear with come as he moaned around the jerking cock in his mouth.
“Fuck,” said Draco as Harry finished licking him clean, and then he let himself fall onto his back. Harry took out his wand and cast a cleaning spell. Then he crawled over to Draco and zipped him up. Since they weren’t all that far off trail, there was no guarantee that no one would pass by. Truth be told, they were lucky no one had discovered them in the middle of the act. But that was part of the excitement for Harry.
He had barely finished zipping Draco up when the rest of the group found them. When asked what they were doing here with they’re skis off, Harry cast a look at Draco, who was busy rolling around in the snow like a happy dog, and told them how Draco had gotten them lost and that they’d worn themselves out trying to find their way that they had to take a break. Not that anyone believed him. Well, maybe Pansy did, but she was the only one. It was Hermione’s knowing smile, rather than the twins mischievous winks, that made Harry blush. Thankfully, though, Ron looked more embarrassed than Harry felt.
Harry let himself fall behind the others on the trip back. He watched Draco the entire time, taking notice of how sexy he looked in his expensive black and white ski apparel. And he smirked. Yes, Harry Potter smirked because he'd had a taste of that, and because he knew that if he played his cards right, he would get to tap it too.
Tbc…
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Wordcount: 1,200
Disclaimer: Characters and HP universe belong to JKR and publishers. Loaded Questions is a trademark of All Things Equal, Inc.
Summary: A ski trip provides the perfect distraction for one broken-hearted Harry Potter.
But what will happen when he comes back to his senses?
“I can’t believe you got us lost!” Draco complained as he threw his ski poles into the snow. He took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes in frustration.
Harry hid a smile. “I got us lost?”
Draco glared at him. “It was your idea to go off trail.”
“Oh yeah,” said Harry, taking off his skis while Draco him watched him with suspicion.
“Why are you removing your skis, Harry?” He couldn’t help sounding worried. He didn’t want to be lost in the Alps after the sun went down.
“So I can get closer to you,” said Harry. “I suggest you do the same. Might as well take advantage of the situation.”
Draco got the hint, and his skis were off before Harry could blink. His fear of the dark vanished in an instant. What could possibly happen to me in Harry Potter’s arms? Draco had an idea, but that was nothing to be afraid of.
The earth stood still as Harry approached. The events of the previous evening were still fresh in Draco’s mind, and he wanted more. He wanted to know that it had meant something to Harry, that he thought it was worth repeating. But Harry’s lips brushing his own did little to calm his racing heart. Now he felt the pounding in his head and he thought that if it hadn’t been for Harry’s arms encircling him, he might have fallen over.
Harry was sure he was going mad. He had brought one of his best friends out into the wilderness, pretending he didn’t know his way back, just so he could snog him, as if what happened the night before hadn’t been enough. But Harry’s curiosity had been sparked. And if Draco was willing to let him sate that curiosity, so much the better. He had to admit that the blond was a fine exemplar of the male sex and he could not have asked for a better partner to experiment with.
Harry came down onto his knees in the powdery snow, faced with the task of taking Draco’s cock out from beneath layers of clothing. He had never touched another man’s dick before, and the thought of doing so for the first time was both scary and intoxicating. He removed his gloves and found the zipper of Draco’s ski pants. As he pulled it down, he could already imagine his musky scent mixing in with the fresh fragrance of fir and spruce in the air.
Draco moaned as Harry slipped his hand in and tentatively began caressing his cock through his long underwear. Harry scolded himself for being such a nervous wreck. I’m acting as if I don’t know what to do with a dick. Chewing on his lower lip, he reached in and wrapped his hand around that silky, hard cock and pulled it out into the cold air, making Draco hiss.
It wasn’t a good idea to leave Draco out in the cold so Harry quickly covered the tip of his cock with his mouth and the base with his hand. He was surprised to learn that it didn’t taste horrible. It was a salty and a tad bitter—an acquired taste, Harry decided.
Draco was looking down at Harry in awe. It really was happening. His long-time fantasy was becoming a reality as Harry’s mouth closed around the head of his cock. When the brunet’s hand and tongue began sliding up and down his shaft, he kept his lips shut tight for fear that any sound that escaped would be something embarrassing, like a mewl or a squeal.
He pulled off Harry’s forest green beanie and tangled his fingers in a mess of jet black hair. Harry’s tentative ministrations were proof that the former Gryffindor had never sucked cock before, but it didn’t matter because the knowledge that Harry Potter’s mouth was wrapped around his cock was in itself enough to send Draco floating among clouds as white as the snow that surrounded him.
“Harry…” It was barely more than a whisper but it caught the brunet’s attention. Harry looked up at Draco with eyes that reflected the color of the evergreens of the alpine forest them. He took Harry’s chin in between his fingers and bent over. Harry released his cock and let Draco kiss him.
Draco could taste himself on Harry’s lips, which he found to be strangely erotic. Still, he ended the kiss prematurely because the cold air was stinging his cock. Harry’s mouth was sizzling hot in contrast. Draco compared the feeling to jumping into a hot tub on a cold winter evening. But even that couldn’t compare.
He couldn’t stop his hips from moving, and began thrusting into Harry’s mouth, startling him. “Sorry,” said Draco. It took all of his will to still his hips.
“It’s okay,” said Harry. “Go ahead.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Still holding onto the brunet’s hair, Draco pushed slowly into his mouth. His cock was enveloped by that intense heat again, and Draco let out a low groan. He repositioned his hands so that they were on either side of Harry’s face and began to thrust, gently at first. When Harry didn’t complain he pushed deeper, faster.
Harry was relieved that Draco had taken over, but he wasn’t about to submit completely. As Draco fucked his mouth he alternated between wiggling his tongue, which made Draco whimper, and applying suction, which made Draco hiss. But his attention was divided between Draco’s cock and his own and he rubbed his hand against it. Next to Draco’s ecstatic moans, that little bit of stimulation was enough to make him flood his underwear with come as he moaned around the jerking cock in his mouth.
“Fuck,” said Draco as Harry finished licking him clean, and then he let himself fall onto his back. Harry took out his wand and cast a cleaning spell. Then he crawled over to Draco and zipped him up. Since they weren’t all that far off trail, there was no guarantee that no one would pass by. Truth be told, they were lucky no one had discovered them in the middle of the act. But that was part of the excitement for Harry.
He had barely finished zipping Draco up when the rest of the group found them. When asked what they were doing here with they’re skis off, Harry cast a look at Draco, who was busy rolling around in the snow like a happy dog, and told them how Draco had gotten them lost and that they’d worn themselves out trying to find their way that they had to take a break. Not that anyone believed him. Well, maybe Pansy did, but she was the only one. It was Hermione’s knowing smile, rather than the twins mischievous winks, that made Harry blush. Thankfully, though, Ron looked more embarrassed than Harry felt.
Harry let himself fall behind the others on the trip back. He watched Draco the entire time, taking notice of how sexy he looked in his expensive black and white ski apparel. And he smirked. Yes, Harry Potter smirked because he'd had a taste of that, and because he knew that if he played his cards right, he would get to tap it too.
Tbc…
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Date: 2007-05-26 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 11:06 pm (UTC)*squeal!*
Date: 2008-11-21 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 08:45 pm (UTC)*grins*
Great update, love. Draco's sunglasses make me so happy.
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Date: 2007-05-26 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-27 09:25 am (UTC)Good that you are feeding us in small dozes, or else the goodness will overload! <33
can't wait for the next!
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Date: 2007-05-27 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-28 04:11 pm (UTC)he was also in Tom Brown's Schooldays.
It's a must-see if you want to see his butt, and his potential love affair with a fellow dorm mate.
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-29 06:48 am (UTC)But am I the only one that is under the impression that "brunet" is spelled "brunette" ?? Hmmm...
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Date: 2007-05-29 07:28 am (UTC)Brunette is usually used when referring to a female and brunet when referring to male.
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Date: 2007-05-30 06:32 pm (UTC)