After The Ballet Is Over Part 2
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moonlite_trystTitle: After The Ballet Is Over Part 2
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
luciology
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D, post Hogwarts PWP
Word Count: 1162
Summary: A train journey like no other with secrets, dares and double dares.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Betas:roedhunt and saladbats Thanks so much for being there to support me with this.
Prompt: "Well, as warnings go," he said, "that one was very effective."
A/N: Follows on from: La Fashionista and After The Ballet Is Over Part 1
Written forjamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT.
Determined not to give in so quickly before he’d had a chance to counter Harry’s challenge, Draco steadied himself by squeezing his legs on either side of Harry’s right thigh and gripping the handrail with renewed vigour.
He took a deep breath and raised his head to look Harry in the eyes, before throwing down the gauntlet. “And I double dare you Harry,” he countered, “to tell me right here, right now, what you fantasize about when you wank off.” The deepening flush across Harry’s cheeks, darkening of his eyes and sudden intake of breath through barely parted lips told Draco that Harry found the idea arousing, but would the gauntlet be taken? Would Harry have the nerve?
The train began to slow down forcing Draco forward, pressing his erect cock into Harry’s waiting palm. Mischief now sparkled in Harry’s eyes and he slowly rubbed the heel of his palm up and down Draco’s hard prick as he murmured, “Oh, I dare, Draco. Right here, right now. Dare you listen?”
Draco’s eyes closed and he gasped, “Yesss,” as his hips rocked forward and backwards, working in opposition with Harry’s palm to continue and intensify that delicious pressure.
“The next station is Covent Garden. The next station is Covent Garden. Please stand clear of the doors. Please stand clear of the doors.”
The metallic drone of the intercom snapped Draco out of his lust-induced reverie as the train finally came to a halt, letting passengers off and on. Keeping their eyes fixed on each other, neither man moved, the stillness of their pose belying their growing state of arousal. The train suddenly jerked forward, and once again the momentum drew them together. Draco grabbed Harry’s right hip with his left hand to steady himself, as his groin sought out Harry’s obliging hand in its quest for more stimulation.
Harry glanced around but no-one was looking their way. To his immediate right he was greeted by the back of the passenger next to him – affording them a modicum of privacy. He smiled to himself, before shifting his position slightly and renewed the much wanted pressure against Draco’s cock. The sights, sounds and smells of the compartment disappeared as Harry focused solely on retelling his fantasy in a way he hoped Draco would never forget.
He took a deep breath and began, “Okay, in my fantasy I’ve started a new job,” Draco raised an eyebrow, “that’s why I’m on a train and…”
“Train?”
“Yes, train. I’m setting the scene, alright. I have to catch it to work every morning. It’s very crowded, but I sense someone’s eyes on me. I look through the crowd and see him for the first time: tall, impeccably dressed, with shoulder-length blond hair and grey eyes. His eyes are fixed on me, boring into me with such intensity. I look away because I can feel myself beginning to blush. When I look back his eyes are still on me. The way he’s staring at me, drinking me in, makes me feel… as though he’s undressing me and I feel… aroused.
This carries on for several days. No words are spoken, just him slowly undressing me, devouring me with his eyes. One morning he moves next to me as we get off the train. He catches my hand, smiles seductively and whispers “Tomorrow”, and then he’s gone. The next morning, I stand in the crush, searching for him, anticipation stirring my cock. Suddenly he’s there, facing me and we’re pressed together in the rush hour crowd and he… he touches me.”
“Touches you? Where, how?”
Harry pulled Draco closer to him so he could whisper in his ear, “That beautiful grey-eyed stranger touches me, teases me, just… like… this… Draco.”
Harry’s hand moved away from Draco’s crotch and gently touched the inside of his right thigh. Draco’s fingers dug into Harry’s hip as he emitted a soft moan. He began to lightly caress Draco’s inner thigh, stroking gently up and down, feeling the muscles at the top quiver; almost, but not quite, grazing his balls. Draco’s breathing hitched and he leant forward, resting his forehead on Harry’s shoulder.
“Oh God, Harry,” he panted, as he tried to resist the urge to pump his hips against Harry’s body.
“I let him do it, let him touch me. I try to move so he will touch more of me, my hard cock, but he shakes his head and whispers “Tomorrow.” The next day I’m already hard before I get on the train but I can’t see him anywhere, disappointment fills me. Then, when we’re almost at the station, he rises out of a seat to stand before me. My whole body is trembling whilst he looks me up and down, and I almost cry out when I feel his hand move from my thigh to slide under my balls.”
Draco bit his bottom lip and whimpered as he tried to hang on to the last vestiges of his self control, when he felt Harry’s fingers cup his balls through his trousers and begin to fondle them.
“He touches them gently, never taking his eyes off me and I rub myself against his wrist - this total stranger, completely unable to stop myself, nor wanting to. Finally he runs his thumb from the base to the tip of my cock, squeezing the tip gently through my trousers, then back down again. He does this several times then uses his hand faster and faster. Just… like… this…” he murmured in Draco’s ear as he echoed the actions of his fantasy. Draco’s knees buckled and he grabbed on to Harry’s shoulders for support.
“I can’t hold on much longer,” he gasped into Harry’s neck, fingers digging into his shoulders, hips driving forward against Harry’s right hand. Harry slid his other arm under Draco’s jacket and round his waist, drawing Draco closer to him. “Harry, I’m…” Draco’s words were drowned out by the train’s horn sounding through the carriage just before he came, silently shuddering against Harry’s body.
The movement of the train was almost comforting as they swayed together in silence. Eventually Harry spoke. “Well, as warnings go,” he said, “that one was very effective.”
“The next station is King’s Cross, St Pancras. The next station is King’s Cross, St. Pancras. Please stand clear of the doors. Please stand clear of the doors.”
They alighted from the train on to the crowded platform. Draco touched Harry’s hand as they walked towards the escalators and leant over to murmur, “When we get home I’ll show you one of my favourite fantasies involving you because I can’t wait until tomorrow.”
Author:
luciologyRating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D, post Hogwarts PWP
Word Count: 1162
Summary: A train journey like no other with secrets, dares and double dares.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Betas:
roedhunt and saladbats Thanks so much for being there to support me with this.Prompt: "Well, as warnings go," he said, "that one was very effective."
A/N: Follows on from: La Fashionista and After The Ballet Is Over Part 1
Written for
jamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT. Determined not to give in so quickly before he’d had a chance to counter Harry’s challenge, Draco steadied himself by squeezing his legs on either side of Harry’s right thigh and gripping the handrail with renewed vigour.
He took a deep breath and raised his head to look Harry in the eyes, before throwing down the gauntlet. “And I double dare you Harry,” he countered, “to tell me right here, right now, what you fantasize about when you wank off.” The deepening flush across Harry’s cheeks, darkening of his eyes and sudden intake of breath through barely parted lips told Draco that Harry found the idea arousing, but would the gauntlet be taken? Would Harry have the nerve?
The train began to slow down forcing Draco forward, pressing his erect cock into Harry’s waiting palm. Mischief now sparkled in Harry’s eyes and he slowly rubbed the heel of his palm up and down Draco’s hard prick as he murmured, “Oh, I dare, Draco. Right here, right now. Dare you listen?”
Draco’s eyes closed and he gasped, “Yesss,” as his hips rocked forward and backwards, working in opposition with Harry’s palm to continue and intensify that delicious pressure.
“The next station is Covent Garden. The next station is Covent Garden. Please stand clear of the doors. Please stand clear of the doors.”
The metallic drone of the intercom snapped Draco out of his lust-induced reverie as the train finally came to a halt, letting passengers off and on. Keeping their eyes fixed on each other, neither man moved, the stillness of their pose belying their growing state of arousal. The train suddenly jerked forward, and once again the momentum drew them together. Draco grabbed Harry’s right hip with his left hand to steady himself, as his groin sought out Harry’s obliging hand in its quest for more stimulation.
Harry glanced around but no-one was looking their way. To his immediate right he was greeted by the back of the passenger next to him – affording them a modicum of privacy. He smiled to himself, before shifting his position slightly and renewed the much wanted pressure against Draco’s cock. The sights, sounds and smells of the compartment disappeared as Harry focused solely on retelling his fantasy in a way he hoped Draco would never forget.
He took a deep breath and began, “Okay, in my fantasy I’ve started a new job,” Draco raised an eyebrow, “that’s why I’m on a train and…”
“Train?”
“Yes, train. I’m setting the scene, alright. I have to catch it to work every morning. It’s very crowded, but I sense someone’s eyes on me. I look through the crowd and see him for the first time: tall, impeccably dressed, with shoulder-length blond hair and grey eyes. His eyes are fixed on me, boring into me with such intensity. I look away because I can feel myself beginning to blush. When I look back his eyes are still on me. The way he’s staring at me, drinking me in, makes me feel… as though he’s undressing me and I feel… aroused.
This carries on for several days. No words are spoken, just him slowly undressing me, devouring me with his eyes. One morning he moves next to me as we get off the train. He catches my hand, smiles seductively and whispers “Tomorrow”, and then he’s gone. The next morning, I stand in the crush, searching for him, anticipation stirring my cock. Suddenly he’s there, facing me and we’re pressed together in the rush hour crowd and he… he touches me.”
“Touches you? Where, how?”
Harry pulled Draco closer to him so he could whisper in his ear, “That beautiful grey-eyed stranger touches me, teases me, just… like… this… Draco.”
Harry’s hand moved away from Draco’s crotch and gently touched the inside of his right thigh. Draco’s fingers dug into Harry’s hip as he emitted a soft moan. He began to lightly caress Draco’s inner thigh, stroking gently up and down, feeling the muscles at the top quiver; almost, but not quite, grazing his balls. Draco’s breathing hitched and he leant forward, resting his forehead on Harry’s shoulder.
“Oh God, Harry,” he panted, as he tried to resist the urge to pump his hips against Harry’s body.
“I let him do it, let him touch me. I try to move so he will touch more of me, my hard cock, but he shakes his head and whispers “Tomorrow.” The next day I’m already hard before I get on the train but I can’t see him anywhere, disappointment fills me. Then, when we’re almost at the station, he rises out of a seat to stand before me. My whole body is trembling whilst he looks me up and down, and I almost cry out when I feel his hand move from my thigh to slide under my balls.”
Draco bit his bottom lip and whimpered as he tried to hang on to the last vestiges of his self control, when he felt Harry’s fingers cup his balls through his trousers and begin to fondle them.
“He touches them gently, never taking his eyes off me and I rub myself against his wrist - this total stranger, completely unable to stop myself, nor wanting to. Finally he runs his thumb from the base to the tip of my cock, squeezing the tip gently through my trousers, then back down again. He does this several times then uses his hand faster and faster. Just… like… this…” he murmured in Draco’s ear as he echoed the actions of his fantasy. Draco’s knees buckled and he grabbed on to Harry’s shoulders for support.
“I can’t hold on much longer,” he gasped into Harry’s neck, fingers digging into his shoulders, hips driving forward against Harry’s right hand. Harry slid his other arm under Draco’s jacket and round his waist, drawing Draco closer to him. “Harry, I’m…” Draco’s words were drowned out by the train’s horn sounding through the carriage just before he came, silently shuddering against Harry’s body.
The movement of the train was almost comforting as they swayed together in silence. Eventually Harry spoke. “Well, as warnings go,” he said, “that one was very effective.”
“The next station is King’s Cross, St Pancras. The next station is King’s Cross, St. Pancras. Please stand clear of the doors. Please stand clear of the doors.”
They alighted from the train on to the crowded platform. Draco touched Harry’s hand as they walked towards the escalators and leant over to murmur, “When we get home I’ll show you one of my favourite fantasies involving you because I can’t wait until tomorrow.”
