Sometimes, AWDT fic
Oct. 16th, 2005 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlite_trystUm... it was supposed to be short but it just kept growing because I was having so much fun writing it. So without further adieus here's this weeks AWDT offering.
Title: Sometimes
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
luciology
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/?
Word Count: 1744
Summary: Sometimes Ron's friendship with Harry was a liabilty. Sometimes it was a blessing in disguise.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Beta: Saladbats - the fastest beta in the west.
Prompt: "We're all going to die."
Written forjamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT.
Sometimes, Harry mused, whilst he stood waiting by the desk for his punishment, he could almost kiss Ron. Other times he could cheerfully hex him within an inch of his life, and right now the latter sentiment was winning, as Harry let his thoughts drift to the events of the afternoon.
~~~~
“We’re early, Ron, so don’t touch anything in there,” Hermione called down the empty corridor after him, as she stopped to wait for Harry.
The resulting “Fuck!” followed by a loud crash informed them both that her warning had been ignored. Hermione reached the door first, her eyes widening when she took in the wreckage on the floor at Ron’s feet.
“Oh Ron,” she sighed.
“Sorry,” Ron mumbled looking contrite.
“Nice one Ron." snapped Harry, "You know it wasn't finished. Well don’t just stand there, we need to get this repaired and quick, before he gets here.” Three pairs of hands scrabbled on the floor desperately trying to reassemble the disassembled pieces. In what seemed like no time at all, steps could be heard on the stone floor of the corridor, getting increasingly louder.
Harry looked up in alarm. ““We’re all going to die for this, you know that, don’t you Ron,” he snapped at the person who was just about to lose the title, 'best friend'.
“I said I was sorry. What more do you want me to do?”
“How about keeping your bloody hands to yourself in future.” Harry retorted.
“Harry, Ron! This isn’t helping,” Hermione said as she began to get out her wand, “hold steady.”
“It wasn’t my…”
“Well, well, well.” A voice dripping with disdain silenced Ron, and stilled Hermione. “What do we have here?” Three anxious faces looked up toward the door to be greeted by a pair of cold eyes sweeping over the frozen tableau within. “A gaggle of gawping Gryffindors it would appear.”
Harry stood. “Look, I…”
“Oh, I am looking. I can assure you. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that I am completely riveted.”
“Ron didn’t mean to cause any damage,” Harry ploughed on, trying to defend his best friend - okay, so he hadn't demoted Ron yet. “He was just curious about the project.”
“Really.”
The baleful glare fixed itself on Ron. “Are you not, Weasley, familiar with the Muggle saying curiosity killed the cat?” Ron glared back choosing, on this occasion, to remain silent rather than inflame the situation any further. “I want this reassembled and completed now. The instructions are rather complex but...” he turned to face Hermione who met his gaze unflinchingly, “I’m sure ‘the smartest witch of her age’ will be able to assist you in your task,” he said condescendingly, “with no magic.”
“What? You can’t be…” Ron began to protest, but was silenced by Harry’s elbow in his ribs.
"Call it an exercise in Muggle living if you will.” Harry rolled his eyes at the pointed remark and motioned his friends to the table, where the instructions were to be found.
The afternoon felt like forever while the trio attempted to reassemble the components without the aid of their wands, under the gaze those watchful eyes. The tense atmosphere in the room broken occasionally by grumblings of:
”Not like that!”
“Where does this piece go?”
“Are you sure the diagram is the right way up?”
“These instructions just don’t make sense.”
“Let me look will you.”
“Don’t snatch.”
"Ouch! That was my foot."
“Oh, fuck it!”
Finally the task was complete. “Oh thank Merlin it’s finished,” said Ron as he surveyed their handiwork. “A job well done even if I say so myself.” He grinned at Hermione, who smiled back nodding her head.
“I’ll be the judge of that, Weasley. It will need testing for stability. You,” he said, jabbing his finger at Harry’s chest, “will assist me in testing it tonight.”
~~~~
“Strip, Potter, and be quick about it.” The command brought him back to the present. “I shall return forthwith.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harry mouthed silently as his fingers, still aching from his earlier task, fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Shoes, socks, trousers and underpants quickly followed leaving him naked as the day he was born. Several minutes passed, Harry tried not to fidget with impatience while he waited in the empty room. Bastard, he thought, knowing that this would be prolonged, rather than just getting it over with, just to increase his frustration.
The door behind him finally opened. Harry shivered slightly in anticipation. This is it, he thought. He stood with his shoulders back and tried to steady his breathing, not wanting to give any clues as to the state of his emotions.
“Assume the position.”
Harry bent over the desk he had helped assemble earlier that afternoon, his stomach flinching away from the cold, smooth surface. He tried not to wince as his arms and legs were tied securely into place at its four corners. For a moment nothing happened, but Harry could hear the heavy breathing of the man at the back of him drinking in the sight of Harry spread before him, open and vulnerable in all his naked glory. The thought made Harry’s breathing quicken, his face flush and his cock twitch.
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
Harry swallowed thickly. “Yes.”
He gasped, body tensing, as fingertips began to trail up the inside of his legs from his knees to just below his balls, a ripple of goose bumps following in their wake. Harry’s cock began to harden rapidly against a drawer front as Draco knelt and braced himself by holding on to Harry's thighs, spread oh so invitingly before him. The tip of his tongue traced a slow zigzag pattern up the inside of Harry's left inner thigh almost, but not quite, touching his balls. Harry let out a long low moan of appreciation and squirmed, trying to get some contact between his balls and that wicked tongue. Draco smiled to himself and continued to torment Harry by repeating this action up his other thigh and was rewarded, this time, with the sound of Harry's breathy inarticulate pleading.
Draco stood at the back of Harry, and rubbed his firm cock, still imprisoned in his trousers, against Harry’s bare arse cheeks, and ran his hands gently up and down Harry’s back. “Why are you being punished?”
“Because I let Ron into the study alone,” Harry gasped as Draco’s hands ran back down over his arse, thumbs following his crack, and grazing the sensitive skin behind his ball sack. Draco leant over Harry’s prone form, his hands holding Harry’s hips in place as he continued to rock against him.
“And what,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear, his breath causing delicious shivers to run down Harry’s spine, “did he do there?” Harry could barely speak as Draco’s lips caressed the shell of his ear before planting soft kisses down the side of his neck.
“Ron ruined oh… god… your desk,” he panted as he turned his head in an effort to encourage Draco to continue.
“And what was special about the desk?” Draco murmured into Harry’s hair as he moved over to the other ear to continue his ministrations. Harry’s hands flexed in their bindings and his thighs trembled slightly.
“You… you made it.” Harry forced the words out.
“How exactly did I make it?” Draco whispered whilst lazily meandering the tip of his tongue down Harry’s spine and drawing ever decreasing spirals on the sensitive spot at the base. Harry groaned loudly and tried to move his hips forward, seeking something to rub against to relieve the pressure building in his cock.
Harry’s mouth didn’t want to wrap itself around words; it wanted nothing more than to wrap itself around Draco's beautiful cock and suck – hard. “By. Hand.” He managed to grind out.
Draco stood, moving slightly away from Harry’s body and watched with some satisfaction as the tethered man tried to close the gap by pulling on his bindings. “Please, Draco,” Harry moaned in frustration.
“I asked how did I make it?”
Harry sagged against the desk, his wrists sore from where the ties had cut into his skin and made an effort to focus his mind on Draco’s request.
“With Muggle tools Draco. You put it together with Muggle tools.”
“Good boy,” Draco murmured approvingly. “I knew you’d remember with the right motivation.” He sank to his knees again behind Harry, carefully prizing the cheeks of the bound man’s arse a little further apart and angling his head so he could gently caress Harry’s balls and perineum with his tongue, before flicking it across Harry’s tight hole.
Harry’s head shot up. “Fuck! Draco. Oh… please… please don’t stop.”
Several moments later Draco gave Harry’s balls a gentle suck before he leant back to ask, “And why did I do such a plebeian thing?”
Harry’s legs quivered as Draco kissed and nipped the inside of Harry’s thighs then ran his thumb nail down the underside of Harry’s much neglected prick. He tried to form a coherent answer to Draco’s question, he really did. The words were in his head, Because I asked you to. Because I wanted you to experience Muggle living. What came out was a litany of pleading.
"Please.”
“More.”
“Fill me.”
“Fuck me.”
Harry whimpered when Draco stood again and moved round to the front of the desk. Craning his neck back he managed to meet Draco’s intense stare. “I’m feeling generous Harry, so before I fuck you long and hard into this desk, I’m going to give you a small reward. I’m going to let you taste me.” Draco’s voice was husky with desire and Harry bit his bottom lip in an effort to stop the needy whimper escaping, while he tried, with some difficulty, to regulate his breathing. His heart was pounding in his chest, his balls tight, his cock was heavy and still in need of attention.
Harry's eyes followed Draco’s hands down to the front of his trousers and he licked his lips in anticipation as Draco slowly undid his buttons and dropped his trousers and boxers, letting his cock spring free right in front of Harry’s face. Draco moved forward and held his erect cock, before tracing the outline of Harry’s lips with the head leaving a glistening trail of precome, before gently pressing the head forward into that warm, moist, inviting mouth.
Yes, sometimes, Harry mused as he closed his eyes and felt the velvet soft skin of Draco’s prick glide over the flat of his tongue, he could almost kiss Ron. And now was one of those times.
On to Part Two
Title: Sometimes
Author:
luciologyRating: NC-17
Pairing: H/?
Word Count: 1744
Summary: Sometimes Ron's friendship with Harry was a liabilty. Sometimes it was a blessing in disguise.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Beta: Saladbats - the fastest beta in the west.
Prompt: "We're all going to die."
Written for
jamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT. Sometimes, Harry mused, whilst he stood waiting by the desk for his punishment, he could almost kiss Ron. Other times he could cheerfully hex him within an inch of his life, and right now the latter sentiment was winning, as Harry let his thoughts drift to the events of the afternoon.
~~~~
“We’re early, Ron, so don’t touch anything in there,” Hermione called down the empty corridor after him, as she stopped to wait for Harry.
The resulting “Fuck!” followed by a loud crash informed them both that her warning had been ignored. Hermione reached the door first, her eyes widening when she took in the wreckage on the floor at Ron’s feet.
“Oh Ron,” she sighed.
“Sorry,” Ron mumbled looking contrite.
“Nice one Ron." snapped Harry, "You know it wasn't finished. Well don’t just stand there, we need to get this repaired and quick, before he gets here.” Three pairs of hands scrabbled on the floor desperately trying to reassemble the disassembled pieces. In what seemed like no time at all, steps could be heard on the stone floor of the corridor, getting increasingly louder.
Harry looked up in alarm. ““We’re all going to die for this, you know that, don’t you Ron,” he snapped at the person who was just about to lose the title, 'best friend'.
“I said I was sorry. What more do you want me to do?”
“How about keeping your bloody hands to yourself in future.” Harry retorted.
“Harry, Ron! This isn’t helping,” Hermione said as she began to get out her wand, “hold steady.”
“It wasn’t my…”
“Well, well, well.” A voice dripping with disdain silenced Ron, and stilled Hermione. “What do we have here?” Three anxious faces looked up toward the door to be greeted by a pair of cold eyes sweeping over the frozen tableau within. “A gaggle of gawping Gryffindors it would appear.”
Harry stood. “Look, I…”
“Oh, I am looking. I can assure you. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that I am completely riveted.”
“Ron didn’t mean to cause any damage,” Harry ploughed on, trying to defend his best friend - okay, so he hadn't demoted Ron yet. “He was just curious about the project.”
“Really.”
The baleful glare fixed itself on Ron. “Are you not, Weasley, familiar with the Muggle saying curiosity killed the cat?” Ron glared back choosing, on this occasion, to remain silent rather than inflame the situation any further. “I want this reassembled and completed now. The instructions are rather complex but...” he turned to face Hermione who met his gaze unflinchingly, “I’m sure ‘the smartest witch of her age’ will be able to assist you in your task,” he said condescendingly, “with no magic.”
“What? You can’t be…” Ron began to protest, but was silenced by Harry’s elbow in his ribs.
"Call it an exercise in Muggle living if you will.” Harry rolled his eyes at the pointed remark and motioned his friends to the table, where the instructions were to be found.
The afternoon felt like forever while the trio attempted to reassemble the components without the aid of their wands, under the gaze those watchful eyes. The tense atmosphere in the room broken occasionally by grumblings of:
”Not like that!”
“Where does this piece go?”
“Are you sure the diagram is the right way up?”
“These instructions just don’t make sense.”
“Let me look will you.”
“Don’t snatch.”
"Ouch! That was my foot."
“Oh, fuck it!”
Finally the task was complete. “Oh thank Merlin it’s finished,” said Ron as he surveyed their handiwork. “A job well done even if I say so myself.” He grinned at Hermione, who smiled back nodding her head.
“I’ll be the judge of that, Weasley. It will need testing for stability. You,” he said, jabbing his finger at Harry’s chest, “will assist me in testing it tonight.”
~~~~
“Strip, Potter, and be quick about it.” The command brought him back to the present. “I shall return forthwith.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harry mouthed silently as his fingers, still aching from his earlier task, fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Shoes, socks, trousers and underpants quickly followed leaving him naked as the day he was born. Several minutes passed, Harry tried not to fidget with impatience while he waited in the empty room. Bastard, he thought, knowing that this would be prolonged, rather than just getting it over with, just to increase his frustration.
The door behind him finally opened. Harry shivered slightly in anticipation. This is it, he thought. He stood with his shoulders back and tried to steady his breathing, not wanting to give any clues as to the state of his emotions.
“Assume the position.”
Harry bent over the desk he had helped assemble earlier that afternoon, his stomach flinching away from the cold, smooth surface. He tried not to wince as his arms and legs were tied securely into place at its four corners. For a moment nothing happened, but Harry could hear the heavy breathing of the man at the back of him drinking in the sight of Harry spread before him, open and vulnerable in all his naked glory. The thought made Harry’s breathing quicken, his face flush and his cock twitch.
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
Harry swallowed thickly. “Yes.”
He gasped, body tensing, as fingertips began to trail up the inside of his legs from his knees to just below his balls, a ripple of goose bumps following in their wake. Harry’s cock began to harden rapidly against a drawer front as Draco knelt and braced himself by holding on to Harry's thighs, spread oh so invitingly before him. The tip of his tongue traced a slow zigzag pattern up the inside of Harry's left inner thigh almost, but not quite, touching his balls. Harry let out a long low moan of appreciation and squirmed, trying to get some contact between his balls and that wicked tongue. Draco smiled to himself and continued to torment Harry by repeating this action up his other thigh and was rewarded, this time, with the sound of Harry's breathy inarticulate pleading.
Draco stood at the back of Harry, and rubbed his firm cock, still imprisoned in his trousers, against Harry’s bare arse cheeks, and ran his hands gently up and down Harry’s back. “Why are you being punished?”
“Because I let Ron into the study alone,” Harry gasped as Draco’s hands ran back down over his arse, thumbs following his crack, and grazing the sensitive skin behind his ball sack. Draco leant over Harry’s prone form, his hands holding Harry’s hips in place as he continued to rock against him.
“And what,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear, his breath causing delicious shivers to run down Harry’s spine, “did he do there?” Harry could barely speak as Draco’s lips caressed the shell of his ear before planting soft kisses down the side of his neck.
“Ron ruined oh… god… your desk,” he panted as he turned his head in an effort to encourage Draco to continue.
“And what was special about the desk?” Draco murmured into Harry’s hair as he moved over to the other ear to continue his ministrations. Harry’s hands flexed in their bindings and his thighs trembled slightly.
“You… you made it.” Harry forced the words out.
“How exactly did I make it?” Draco whispered whilst lazily meandering the tip of his tongue down Harry’s spine and drawing ever decreasing spirals on the sensitive spot at the base. Harry groaned loudly and tried to move his hips forward, seeking something to rub against to relieve the pressure building in his cock.
Harry’s mouth didn’t want to wrap itself around words; it wanted nothing more than to wrap itself around Draco's beautiful cock and suck – hard. “By. Hand.” He managed to grind out.
Draco stood, moving slightly away from Harry’s body and watched with some satisfaction as the tethered man tried to close the gap by pulling on his bindings. “Please, Draco,” Harry moaned in frustration.
“I asked how did I make it?”
Harry sagged against the desk, his wrists sore from where the ties had cut into his skin and made an effort to focus his mind on Draco’s request.
“With Muggle tools Draco. You put it together with Muggle tools.”
“Good boy,” Draco murmured approvingly. “I knew you’d remember with the right motivation.” He sank to his knees again behind Harry, carefully prizing the cheeks of the bound man’s arse a little further apart and angling his head so he could gently caress Harry’s balls and perineum with his tongue, before flicking it across Harry’s tight hole.
Harry’s head shot up. “Fuck! Draco. Oh… please… please don’t stop.”
Several moments later Draco gave Harry’s balls a gentle suck before he leant back to ask, “And why did I do such a plebeian thing?”
Harry’s legs quivered as Draco kissed and nipped the inside of Harry’s thighs then ran his thumb nail down the underside of Harry’s much neglected prick. He tried to form a coherent answer to Draco’s question, he really did. The words were in his head, Because I asked you to. Because I wanted you to experience Muggle living. What came out was a litany of pleading.
"Please.”
“More.”
“Fill me.”
“Fuck me.”
Harry whimpered when Draco stood again and moved round to the front of the desk. Craning his neck back he managed to meet Draco’s intense stare. “I’m feeling generous Harry, so before I fuck you long and hard into this desk, I’m going to give you a small reward. I’m going to let you taste me.” Draco’s voice was husky with desire and Harry bit his bottom lip in an effort to stop the needy whimper escaping, while he tried, with some difficulty, to regulate his breathing. His heart was pounding in his chest, his balls tight, his cock was heavy and still in need of attention.
Harry's eyes followed Draco’s hands down to the front of his trousers and he licked his lips in anticipation as Draco slowly undid his buttons and dropped his trousers and boxers, letting his cock spring free right in front of Harry’s face. Draco moved forward and held his erect cock, before tracing the outline of Harry’s lips with the head leaving a glistening trail of precome, before gently pressing the head forward into that warm, moist, inviting mouth.
Yes, sometimes, Harry mused as he closed his eyes and felt the velvet soft skin of Draco’s prick glide over the flat of his tongue, he could almost kiss Ron. And now was one of those times.
On to Part Two
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Date: 2005-10-17 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-17 02:00 pm (UTC)And desk!sex is damned hot too!
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Date: 2005-10-17 02:24 pm (UTC)Hell Yeah!