PWP. He was a butterfly on a board, pinned by Harry’s eyes, spread by his body.Disclaimer:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Authors Notes: lavillanueva
and I were on MSN, and her bf was talking about football and making her crazy. So I distracted her with porn! And am now posting it, because NaBloPoMo is hard.
Writing porn straight onto an instant messaging programme is surprisingly satisfying, btw.
Draco turned his face away, pressing it hard against the pillow in an attempt to escape Harry’s intent green gaze. He’d thought it was silly romanticism that made Harry choose this position, that made him want to see Draco’s face. But the moment his determined eyes met Draco’s, the blond felt his defences shatter.
He only just controlled the urge to grab at Harry’s hands – whether for reassurance, or to stop them from sliding warmly down Draco’s naked body, he wasn’t sure. Lubed fingers plunged inside him and Draco twisted on the sheets. Then Harry’s other hand came up, fingers brushing along his jaw, gently pressing his face back round until Draco was forced to meet his eyes.
Harry brushed a hand over the slick head of Draco’s cock, and Draco watched his lips curl. Draco couldn’t stop himself from gasping at the touch. He was a butterfly on a board, pinned by Harry’s eyes, spread by his body. Harry was lying solidly between his legs, and Draco couldn’t have closed them if he’d tried. He swallowed, and tried to relax into Harry’s touch, into the hand running smoothly across his pale chest and playing with tight nipples, into the increasingly forceful fingering.
Harry leant down to kiss him, and Draco gratefully accepted, closing his eyes and kissing back in the safer darkness. Then Harry removed his fingers with a slick sound. Draco opened his eyes in surprise, in time to meet Harry’s and see the pupils blow completely as Harry eased inside.
Draco usually prided himself on being responsive, passionate, anything but passive in bed. Say what you would about patriotism, thinking of England was not going to get him off. But this time... Harry fucked him, good and proper, and Draco felt his Occlumency shields collapsing and his legs spreading further as Harry drove into him, splitting him apart, and still all he could do was lie and shiver and moan and let Harry see him, though that would end in nothing but pain.
Draco screwed his eyes shut and hoped it looked like simple arousal, and let himself feel the thick cock fucking him, the hands holding his hip and his hand, the warmth and the wonder and anything but –
Harry’s cock hit his prostate full on, and Draco’s eyes opened in shocked arousal. He gasped, his body arching, and found himself staring helplessly up into Harry’s eyes.
They were wide, and almost surprised. Draco couldn’t imagine him being surprised by anything that had happened tonight, though. Harry had found him at the bar, whispered against the back of his neck, his warm breath over the fine hairs there making Draco shiver. He’d whispered about how Draco wanted him, that Draco would love to spread his legs and let Harry fuck him however he liked, and Draco hadn’t been able to tell him he was wrong.
But Harry’s eyes were wide, and his mouth was slack. His big hand was rising from where it had clenched on Draco’s hip and held him still. It brushed Draco’s cheek, and he leant into the touch with a low, whining sound. “Beautiful.”
Draco’s heart almost stopped, and he knew Harry could see his shock. Then it was pounding again, fluttering like a butterfly in a cage. Harry grinned a little, teeth flashing in the dim light, and rolled his hips. It sent Draco yowling and effectively distracted him for a moment. Then Harry leant down, until his lips were brushing Draco’s ear. “I said – you’re beautiful.”
The words were ringing in Draco’s ears when he came.