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A Melancholy Kiss
Bittersweet Longings...
Fic: Bathroom Smut 
9th-Sep-2006 01:23 pm
I'm horrible at writing smut. Deal with it. In any event...

Fandom: Harry Potter
Ship: Harry/Draco (Do I ever go with anything else? *rolls eyes*)
Summary: krissielee wanted decorative soaps and chocolate. I dunno, they're technically there... but really, this is total PWP.
Rating: NC17.

Harry tumbled back against the counter, one hand slipping to knock over the container of delicate rose shaped soaps, the other grasping at something, anything to keep him from following in a tumble to the ground. Somehow, his hand managed to grasp the edge of the sink, and Harry hauled himself upright, chest heaving in a mixture of relief and lust, the vague sense of pain from the counter fading in a haze of passion. His breath came out in a soft gasp, mingled with a groan as he arched against the hard, hot body pressed against his.

"You are such a bloody tease, Potter." Draco growled, his head dipping to drag his tongue along Harry's chin, lingering over the sinfully delicious taste of chocolate icing, and Harry shuddered, his hands flying from the sink to fist in Draco's button-up. Heat spilled through Draco's body to flood Harry with passion, and he could feel himself hardening against Draco's thigh "You know bloody well what you were doing out there: eating that cake as though it were me, licking the icing like it was my come; you can never get enough, can you?" Harry's groaned, his eyes focused on Draco's, full of an intensity that would have been frightening were it anyone else he was watching; instead, it was hot, and sexy, and driving Draco crazy.

"Merlin, Draco! We can't do this here," he was cut off by another swipe of Draco's tongue on his skin, burning him with liquid heat. His friends were in the other room, and Harry was positive that Ron and Hermione could hear every gasp, every moan, and every bloody movement they made in the tiny washroom. Draco's hips rocked against Harry, his own hard cock pushing against Harry's as he let out a low moan of desire. Somehow the thought of Hermione and Ron just didn't matter any more, nothing mattered but this and now, and if he didn't have Draco soon Harry knew he would die.

"Then you shouldn't have teased me." Harry could feel Draco's hand on his trousers, cupping his hard cock, wrenching the most delightful moans from Harry's lips. Having his hand there was perfect, it was everything, and his world narrowed to right now, in this tiny bathroom while his friends were in the next room over and he was here with Draco. His hips bucked forward against Draco's hand and they shuddered simultaneously.

"Please…" A pause, as though Harry was expecting the single utterance to cause Draco to comply with his unspoken wish. Draco stilled instead, his hands tightening fractionally on Harry's hips, breath puffing softly against his lips as Harry moaned in frustration and need. "Please, Draco!"

"Please what, Potter?" Even with his eyes closed, he could hear the smirk on that voice, the cool amusement, tinged with lust. Just hearing that low depth in Draco's voice, the whisper of his last name, was enough to make Harry moan, his hands wrapping around Draco to pull him against his body.

Harry slanted his lips over Draco's and kissed, his tongue darting out to trace over his lips, begging for entrance, only to sneak away when it was granted. His mouth teased Draco's, daring him to kiss back, to get sloppy, and wet and it was no surprise when Draco accepted the unspoken invitation and nipped at Harry's lips, savouring the taste of chocolate mingled with his lover. The two moaned, the sound shattered and fragmented and remade in the space between their lips. Somehow, when they broke apart, Draco found his hands entangled in Harry's hair, trousers opened and hips aligned so bare cocks could brush against each other.

"F-fuck me… fuck me, Draco." Harry gasped, his fingers tightening enough to leave a mark on Draco's alabaster skin, and neither of them cared; too focused on each other, on the pleasure they would find in the other's arms. Harry pressed against Draco, his cock throbbing and dancing against Draco's causing the both to groan softly into yet another kiss before they pulled apart.

"Merlin, I want to be inside you…." Draco moaned, one hand tangled in Harry's hair as he rutted against his cock. He wanted this: to fuck his lover, to brand him as his in his best friends' house, uncaring of the party going on in the other room. "We have no lube, Harry."

Harry shuddered, a low growl escaping as he reached for the sink behind him, fumbling out one of the rose-shaped soaps. "Use this, just please, fuck me now. I need you, Draco, I need you inside of me, fucking me, pounding into me until I can't remember my own name." He kissed across Draco's neck, biting, licking, sucking until there was a necklace of bruises marking Draco as his own, before being roughly turned around so he was facing himself in the mirror.

Draco whimpered at the attention as he lathered up the soap, the scent of rose filling the air. He slid a finger around Harry's hole, teasing him, reveling in the sound of Harry's reaction, the way his lover begged for more before sliding in one finger. He pumped it in and out a few thrusts before adding another, and then a third shortly after. His fingers scissored, preparing him quickly before he quickly rubbed some of the soap lather on his own cock.

"Now, Draco! Fuck me now!" Harry was practically screaming, and Draco tugged Harry's head up before he lowered his lips to Harry's, muffling the sound of his screams as he slowly pushed inside. Inch by treacherously slow inch, Draco sunk into Harry, lips mashed together, tongues tangling in a wet heated kiss. Harry could feel the low burn, a combination of both the stretch of accommodating Draco's hard cock, combined with the use of soap as a lubricant, and he moaned, nipping at Draco lightly before rolling his hips.

Harry watched in the mirror, one hand reaching up to wrap around Draco's neck as he thrust back towards him. Draco's lips parted in a soft moan, and his pink tongue touched his lips, moistening them until they shone. His shirt hung loosely in front of him, pants so far down Harry could no longer see them, Draco's hand wrapped itself around his cock, and he arched, hips snapping forward then pulling back to push Draco further inside. "Merlin, Draco… do you see that?" He waited a moment for Draco's eyes to meet his own in the mirror. "Look at us. We look so bloody amazing together." And it was true, Harry was dark where Draco was pale, the perfect opposite of each other in so many ways.

"You were made for me, Harry. And I was made for you." Draco bit on Harry's ear, tongue soothing the mark as he whispered low into his ear. His hips moved faster now, thrusting hard into Harry as his hand began to stroke, pulling on Harry's cock, thumb sliding through the pooling pre-come to glide effortlessly over the head, causing Harry to keen low in his throat. "You were made to have my cock buried in your arse, to be standing here, whoring yourself for me; only for me. You're mine, Harry. Mine." Draco bit into Harry's neck, this time hard enough to leave a mark, and Harry moaned, his head dropping back against Draco as he rolled his hips.

"Yes… yours. Always yours." Harry hissed between his teeth, his breath coming fast and hard as he became caught up in the movement, the feeling of Draco behind him, inside of him, pulling him. He shuddered, eyes closing as Draco's thumb slid across the head of his cock before they flashed open again. "Dra… co… I'm gonna…" He moaned, his body shaking in the effort to restrain himself from release.

The smirk Draco wore in the mirror, followed by the hard bite to his neck was enough to drive Harry over the edge, and shuddering he came, Draco's name ringing in the air of the small bathroom. Draco followed soon after, his groan muffled in Harry's neck as he shuddered his own release. His tongue touched his lips as Harry twisted slightly to kiss Draco, a tender lingering kiss before they separated.

The two were pulling on their clothes when they heard Hermione's shout from the other room. "Silencing charms!" Draco and Harry looked at each other before laughing.

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10th-Sep-2006 07:17 am (UTC)
:P Before or after the edit? Because it shows fine on my fire fox, and *shudder* IE.

I still think it could be better. *pouts* What's sad is.. I'm contemplating another one. With a sonnet. I have no life. That, or school is taking over. Whichever.
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10th-Sep-2006 03:46 pm (UTC)
Yes, well, I read this one.. it was Smallville, and Clark/Lex (I blame krissielee) and it was just... hot. Like... wow. And 'sides, then I'll memorize the poem better?
12th-Sep-2006 07:29 pm (UTC)
*perks up*

More smut?

10th-Sep-2006 08:50 pm (UTC)
Wow. Definetely inspiring.
11th-Sep-2006 03:52 am (UTC)
Hermione's shout from the other room. "Silencing charms!"

Bwahahahaa!! That was cute and very hot! A quickly in the loo is always fun!
11th-Sep-2006 05:16 am (UTC)
Mhmmm, I love the rose soaps ^_^
11th-Sep-2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
God that was hot.

*will never look at rose soaps the same way*


11th-Sep-2006 08:26 pm (UTC)
*has brief trouble being able to collect her thoughts* That. Was. Hot. Write. More. Now. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!
12th-Sep-2006 03:49 am (UTC)
No no no! Your smut is BRILLIANT.
I must have more! ^_~
Wow. I'm all flustered and good gravy- I love some Top!Draco.
I'm adding this to my memories. =)
12th-Sep-2006 07:30 pm (UTC)
For someone who is "horrible at writing smut", you sure have me squirming in my seat here! Ahem. *blushes*
14th-Sep-2006 05:15 am (UTC)
Guh...*wipes away drool* Yeah, now I really need to go drink a glass of cold water...maybe take a cold shower...

And the ending? Totally MAKES the story.
19th-Oct-2006 10:05 pm (UTC)
24th-Feb-2007 08:02 pm (UTC)
Wow that was great!
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