~~semi-realistic morning-sex smutficlet.
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koanju? here's that realistic morning-sex you wanted. i don't know -why- the hell i turned it into a ficlet, but there you go. the muse is fickle. admittedly, they seem to be more sleepy than normal, but what the hell, -i'm- more sleepy than normal, and i think it shows >:D<but still. semi-realistic (i hope!) boy-smut. rejoice. H/D though. heh. i'd have to actually -try-, to write anything else ;)
and wah, am i frighteningly prolific lately, or what? ><;;
disclaimer: not mine.
warning: slash. sleepy sex. not -too- explicit, but to be safe, NC-17. H/D
dedication: to koanju. the unsexiest porn i've ever written. hope you like :D
~~Morning Run.
Harry rolled over, groaning. His head hurt, his stomach was cramping, and he felt too tired to go to the bathroom, even though he really should. Immediately.
He didn't bother to drop his customary kiss on Draco's shoulder, figuring Draco was probably still asleep and at least -one- of them should enjoy this Sunday morning without anything pressing to do. No deadlines, no sudden apparations, no owls tapping on the window at 4am. It was one of those -good- sorts of Sundays, in the larger scheme of things.
Rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, he shuffled his feet underneath the bed, seeking the fuzzy slippers that seemed to be hiding somewhere. Ah. There they were, right next to the teddy bear Draco didn't want Harry to know he'd stashed under the bed to give to Hermione at her baby shower. Draco liked to pretend he forgot those sorts of things entirely, but having grown up with a "special occasion" being a holy call to duty, he probably couldn't help himself.
He tried not to jog the bed too much, getting up, but his sense of balance was definitely off. He held a hand out, skimming the wall on the way to the bathroom. First pee, then brush his teeth, -then- shower. Right. And he probably needed to dig out his trusty razor-- he didn't trust himself to perform any spells without serious injury to himself or to the surrounding area right then. The shower was almost enough to fully wake him up, hot and powerful, massaging his back and his shoulders with exquisite force. Harry moaned slightly, his cock stirring as he angled it slightly to be buffeted by the stream of water more fully. He had his eyes closed, and was content not to think at all, and just lean back against the slippery tiles and feel good. Or at least, better.
Water was running down his cheeks and his nose, pooling on his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, letting some gather on his tongue. He snorted a little, thinking he probably looked like a village idiot right then, and wondered if Draco would still want him if he could see him: barely standing, shamelessly letting the water spray masturbate him sluggishly while he was too out of it to even wank properly. He sighed. Yeah, Draco would probably still want him. The git was completely gagging for it, night and day. He had to have a raging fever -and- a crippling depression and possibly a mandate from the Minister of Magic threatening to confiscate his wand if he touched himself, before he'd forego sex for anything. If they tied his hands behind his back, Draco would probably start humping the sofa. Harry snorted, thinking that it was probably just as pathetic, that all that hadn't managed to kill his now-impressive erection.
He gazed downwards proudly. It -was- rather large. And angry-looking. Dripping with moisture, too, even though it was just water. Harry had grown to appreciate his cock. Draco certainly loved it, and Harry came around eventually. It -was- rather... handsome. Long, and only slightly curved towards his stomach. Not too thick, not too short, not too dark, balls not too hairy. Of course, Draco's was still more attractive, but if he was in a pinch, Harry could definitely see spending the rest of his life single, just him and his cock. It wouldn't be too bad. He'd miss Draco, of course, but there were always wizarding photos, and memory charms, and most importantly, his right hand.
He smirked. Ah yes, the same hand he was presently using to wrap around his cock and squeeze, very lightly. He didn't want to really -do- it. Draco seemed to have an uncanny sense for sex in his vicinity. He'd probably wake up and pad after him, disturbing his peace, looking at him with those betrayed, puppy-dog eyes, like Harry'd started on the dessert without him. Draco liked to have the lion's share of any dessert, even all this time later. He did share, a little, but not when it came to Harry's cock. That, he was adamant to having all to himself, maturity be damned.
There was a whining sort of moan from behind the closed door. Too late. How did he -know-? Harry's mind boggled, and his hand froze on his penis, willing his erection to go down, unsuccessfully. It was almost supernatural, Draco's scent for sex, even in sleep. Of course, for all Harry knew, Draco was sleep-walking, which was certainly not unknown. Not that he was any more suggestible, not if Harry tried to talk him out of sex. No, when it came to that, Draco was always really, really stubborn.
"Haaarry," Draco whined, peeking in, looking all tow-headed and sleep-mussed and adorable. He wasn't wearing his pajama-top, and he was already unbuttoning the pajama bottoms hastily, fingers fumbling at the small buttons. As usual, Draco took the opportunity to grope himself in the process, cupping his balls and squirming as he watched Harry through the frosted glass of the shower cubicle.
"Why are you up?" Harry said in a low voice, torn between just wanting sex now, and wanting to be left in peace in the mornings. He was always kind of snappy at 9am, but living with Draco made him much more so. Snappy didn't even cover it, most of the time, though it never really fazed Draco, as far as he knew.
"I was dreaming of your mouth. It wasn't doing anything interesting. I think you were talking about house-elves and wooden spoons, or something. But I woke up realizing that I could really use a blow-job right now." Harry must've made a soft cringing sort of sound, because Draco amended quickly. "I'll go right back to sleep afterwards," he said, trying to grin and failing. He did sort of smirk weakly, though.
"Gulping come isn't my idea of a fine Sunday breakfast," Harry said grumpily, even though that wasn't true. Draco ignored him, stroking his cock languidly, pajamas still mostly on. Harry could see the blur of his hand moving through the mostly see-through glass, but was resisting similar enthusiastic action on principle. He wasn't sure -what- principle, but at this hour, it seemed important and that was all he needed to know, and he was sticking to it.
"That's okay, everyone knows one has brunch on Sundays, not -breakfast-," Draco said in what he probably thought was a devious manner. He took his hand out of his pajamas, and tugged them down rather efficiently. Harry drew in a breath, getting ridiculously hard merely from the knowledge that Draco was right there and as naked as he was.
He moaned. "Draco...."
And then Draco was right there with him, and he wasn't the one on his knees after all. Hot, wet suction all along his cock, sweet and sudden and he probably would've swooned if he did that sort of thing. As it was, his legs gave out from under him and he sank to his knees, joining Draco in the tub. His industrious lover wasn't too startled, using the opportunity to rub up against him and was busily sticking his tongue into Harry's mouth while Harry was still weaving back and forth between toppling backwards and giving up on consciousness, and deciding to forego foreplay and possibly just hump Draco until he screamed. Or it became too painful without lubrication, one or the other.
"Mmm, taste good," Draco was mumbling, swiping at Harry's lower lip. Harry chuckled, thinking his clumsy bout with the double-mint toothpaste was apparently appreciated. "'Sfine, you can fuck me," he added helpfully.
Harry smiled against Draco's mouth, thinking fuzzily that Draco probably thought he was being considerate, but really, he was just being too groggy and lazy to do all the thrusting and huffing and puffing himself. Harry knew Draco's tricks by now, oh yes.
"Nah, just-- here," he said, taking Draco's hand and wrapping it around his cock, while his own fist closed around Draco's erection. He'd run the possible scenarios quickly through his internal emergency quickie simulator, and decided a sixty-nine was too demanding at this hour, standing up for a blow-job would just make him woozy, and turning off the water and toweling off to bed sounded like an Arctic expedition at this point. He should probably be feeling more awake than this, but all he could think was, "sex, now, good."
"Uh." Draco grunted rather eloquently and picked up the pace on Harry's cock, his head nodding forward to burrow into Harry's neck. Draco was a nuzzler, especially right before and after sleep. Harry wasn't in a state to appreciate his lover's surprising expressions of affection, feeling rather startlingly close to orgasm all of a sudden.
"Faster," he panted, sucking at every bit of skin he could get under his tongue. Draco tasted slightly salty, but the old sweat was quickly disappearing under the (rapidly cooling) shower, leaving behind a slight tang of soap and something else. Something that was sweet and spicy and essentially -Draco-. Something that woke Harry up.
Draco was thrusting against him, trying to angle his hips better, his chest grinding against Harry's, and he was making those small little noises in the back of his throat, needy and still surprisingly beautiful to Harry, even after hearing them so often. They were pushing against each other, straining to get closer and closer still, groaning when their cocks slid together, increasing the friction until they were both incoherent.
"Want-- to-- come-- now," Draco gasped, his thumb rubbing at the pre-come at the tip of Harry's cock, spreading it around in smooth, circling swipes. "Can't-- oh -fuck-," he groaned louder and convulsed, twitching wildly in Harry's hand.
The delicious sensation of fluid pumping in heated bursts over his fist, as well as Draco's drawn out moans, was too much for Harry. His eyes rolled back and he sagged against the other boy, the strength of the orgasm hitting his own stomach taking him by surprise. He rested limply against Draco, who seemed to find the strength to remain upright somewhere as he bore most of Harry's body weight while the last, tiny little crests of pleasure rocked him.
Nearly cold water made sure they didn't fall asleep (again) in the tub, and so it was merely minutes later that Harry and Draco waddled out of the bathroom, spent and tired and ready to sleep until noon, just like nature intended.
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Date: 2003-03-25 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-25 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-25 06:49 am (UTC)YAY REENA!
Date: 2003-03-25 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-25 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-25 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-25 11:22 am (UTC)wow. yah, i kind of felt more "mature" (whatever -that- means), writing things that are more... er. realistic? semi-jaded? "normal"?
something like that. also, i was half-asleep and was channeling my idea of "stupid boys with their stupid..." er. yes. :D
and. *laughs* and here i was, thinking i -wasn't- graphic ><;;
it was the curvature, wasn't it >:D<
*laughs* yah i know. i probably would've been like 'buh...?' too, if i read it in someone else's fic. hee! as it was, i was amused. it was 4am. it happens ><
but, thanks! :D
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Date: 2003-03-25 11:23 am (UTC)i'm not usually much with the realism (or for the short fics), so yeay for branching out ^^
Re: YAY REENA!
Date: 2003-03-25 11:25 am (UTC)wah. i mean. i forget that like...ANYONE could read that, couldn't they. ahahahah. man. i'm not too embarrassed, because, you know, you always knew i was a freak, but still ><;;
a girl at the new geek table said she wrote slash yesterday.
i was like, WHAT? they are REAL??
and then like, wait, -i'm- real. it's rather confusing :D
but, thanks :D
am glad by smut pleaseth you >:D<
(and also glad i seem to be going in the `right direction', hee)
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Date: 2003-03-25 11:27 am (UTC)wow! am entirely delighted upon the approval of such a discriminating audience ~:)
*ponders writing smut while half-asleep more often* :D
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Date: 2003-03-25 11:28 am (UTC)thankees ~:) am v. glad this turned out well, apparently, considering i don't usually "do" realism or anything like it ^^;
hee. but. sex-mad!draco isn't a "unique" characterization-- he just IS, you know :D he so, so is :D
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Date: 2003-03-25 11:30 am (UTC)am v. glad that i "hit the spot" with this one for anyone. hee. since it was rather random and i was rather out of it, writing it, and-- well. confidence boost~:)
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Date: 2003-03-25 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-25 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-26 07:23 am (UTC)eeeee, you liked :D
hee. i'm happy with this one. (of course, what's not to like? hee yah, pretty much).
*is pleased* >:D
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Date: 2003-03-26 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-26 11:26 am (UTC)i don't tend to write pwp's, because it just doesn't tend to make sense to me unless it has a setting, a reason for being. also, it's really hard to get enough characterization in amidst all the smut in a short ficlet-- unless you think snarkiness and anger and "i hate you's" count as characterization. but.
yes. this was fun to write and i'm glad it's fun to read :D
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Date: 2003-03-26 11:28 am (UTC)*grins*
just doing my duty to the pr0n-deprived h/d-lovin' masses, here >:D<
*looks self-important* :D
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Date: 2003-04-01 01:28 pm (UTC)And their relationship is so. Like you managed to project their relationship to them being older and make it believable and not hokey or cheesy or even angsty. It’s just them, together. Being together, being happy and exhausted and, just, boys. And oh lord--
There they were, right next to the teddy bear Draco didn't want Harry to know he'd stashed under the bed to give to Hermione at her baby shower.
This is enough to make me cry and laugh at the same time. You know, like that feeling you get when you’re so happy and touched you want to cry as well? Draco’s hidden teddy bear that was never given to Hermione. Oh yes.
If they tied his hands behind his back, Draco would probably start humping the sofa.
And this! Eeeheeheeheehee! Must giggle like a schoolgirl first.The best sorts of fics tend to be ones where people think about other people. Specifically, Harry thinking about Draco. Or Draco thinking about Draco. It all works. I just love how that guy can dominate the minds of anyone, just by being *Draco*.
I love how you write Harry; his self-satisfied, wry sensibilities are wonderfully older!Harry and exactly as I’d always think he would be. I mean c’mon--
He gazed downwards proudly. It -was- rather large.
Oh god, Harry! *chuckles* If you weren’t so damn gay I’d think you were straight. And then just when I think you have written the best Harry in the world, you go and write the best Draco. I can’t see any paragraph summing up the nature of Draco better than this one:
"Haaarry," Draco whined, peeking in, looking all tow-headed and sleep-mussed and adorable. He wasn't wearing his pajama-top, and he was already unbuttoning the pajama bottoms hastily, fingers fumbling at the small buttons. As usual, Draco took the opportunity to grope himself in the process, cupping his balls and squirming as he watched Harry through the frosted glass of the shower cubicle.
So, um. Is there somewhere in this world that I can purchase one of these? Bedroom!Draco with new self-grabbing action! Only 19 sickles, 14 knuts a pop. I am so in love with Draco right now, just. Dude. They way you write him, it’s just so perfect! And Harry and Draco meld so darn well together. I’m just astounded at how natural and normal this morning sounds. It’s not boring in the least, mind. It’s just. Like. A typical morning in the Lurve of Harry and Draco. Makes me happy. Like this part--
but really, he was just being too groggy and lazy to do all the thrusting and huffing and puffing himself. Harry knew Draco's tricks by now, oh yes.
They just, they know each other. Harry knows Draco’s tricks. He just knows, because they love each other and they’ve lived together and. <3 <3<3 They are so cute together, without being sappy or overbearing. They’re just being guys. In love. Boyluv, hee! And it ends so sweetly with--
Nearly cold water made sure they didn't fall asleep (again) in the tub, and so it was merely minutes later that Harry and Draco waddled out of the bathroom, spent and tired and ready to sleep until noon, just
like nature intended.
Yes yes yes yes yes! Sleepy! And tired! But satisfied. But they need sleep. Poor little pups! Darling little creatures! This fic makes me have this urge to run out and buy tiny feathery lovebirds and put them in the same cage and pet their little heads and watch them nuzzle each other.
Is there something subliminal in this fic...?
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Date: 2003-04-01 03:42 pm (UTC)i can't believe you think that's them. *laughs*
oh, that's hilarious. *giggles more*
oh, i needed the laugh muchly >:D<
hee! i guess i -had- treated them well (considering i was so evil to them in my latest ficlet, this sort of cheers me up. hee!)
although... hee... i don't know if self-groping!draco is the ultimate!draco, um, he certainly could be >:D<
and yes, apparently it was much more subliminal than i realized :D
am glad. got comment saying this could be any two guys in the morning, but you made it all better! *squees*
hee. and you know, i think gay men are as penis-obsessed as straight men (PROBABLY MORE!! *laughs*)
i love that you think one of older!harry's defining characteristics is his self-love, ahahaahah. *giggles*
thankeeeeeeeeeees. i feel better now >:D<
:-*