Harry moaned, loudly, shuddered, then whimpered. “Oh, god, please, Draco, touch me. Please, please, please...!” Malfoy pushed himself higher up again, shifted his weight backwards until he could take one hand off the bed and reach down between Harry's legs, to wrap his fingers around what looked like a very hard erection. Ron quickly tore his eyes away again, back to Harry's face. Harry's eyes were screwed shut, his body straining restlessly, and he was chanting Malfoy's name. Malfoy's first name. And it didn't take long at all before he came with a wordless shout, came hard, too, from the looks of it. Malfoy kept moving, hands on Harry's hips, skin gleaming with sweat, chest heaving, pale strands of hair swaying around his face, even as Harry slumped back on the bed, gulping in great gasps of air. His legs released their grip on Malfoy's waist, dropped down, joining the rest of him in a boneless sprawl. He didn't seem to mind at all that Malfoy was using his pliant body to get himself off, that he was going harder and faster if anything, fingers digging into Harry's skin and face tilted up, eyes closed. Harry sighed, and hummed, a pleased little sound. Malfoy gave a choked grunt, and shuddered, came with a full-body spasm. Then he sank forward, collapsed until his forehead was resting in the middle of Harry's chest. Harry raised a heavy hand and ran it through Malfoy's hair, a smile on his face Ron had never seen before. He stared, stupefied, at Harry's fingers slowly carding through white-blond hair until a tug on his sleeve distracted him. It was Hermione, eyes wide and face flushed. He followed her gaze and saw that the door was ajar. He threw a last look at the couple on the bed, but they hadn't moved, didn't seem about to look up, and so they quickly hurried out, finally, and Hermione drew the door shut, ever so quietly. Ron slumped against the wall next to it and let out a huge breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. He cast another look at Hermione, at her red face, and found himself blushing as he met her eyes. Uncomfortable, he scrubbed a hand through his hair. “So, er... good work on finally getting the door open?” Merlin, that was lame. He almost winced at himself. “Um, thanks,” Hermione said. “I didn't, though.” “Huh?” “Well, the door... it just opened on its own. I'm not sure why.” “Huh...” Ron blinked, but he really didn't have enough blood in his brain right now to solve the mystery of the self-opening door. “We should... probably wait until they come out, yeah?” he suggested instead. Hermione nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, we definitely should. Let's just... stand over there.” She pointed to the wall on the other side of the corridor, and they hurried over. Hermione was taking deep breaths and smoothing down the fabric of her robes, and Ron took deep breaths and tried to will his hard-on away.
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Fill: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-08 10:05 pm (UTC)Malfoy pushed himself higher up again, shifted his weight backwards until he could take one hand off the bed and reach down between Harry's legs, to wrap his fingers around what looked like a very hard erection. Ron quickly tore his eyes away again, back to Harry's face. Harry's eyes were screwed shut, his body straining restlessly, and he was chanting Malfoy's name. Malfoy's first name. And it didn't take long at all before he came with a wordless shout, came hard, too, from the looks of it.
Malfoy kept moving, hands on Harry's hips, skin gleaming with sweat, chest heaving, pale strands of hair swaying around his face, even as Harry slumped back on the bed, gulping in great gasps of air. His legs released their grip on Malfoy's waist, dropped down, joining the rest of him in a boneless sprawl.
He didn't seem to mind at all that Malfoy was using his pliant body to get himself off, that he was going harder and faster if anything, fingers digging into Harry's skin and face tilted up, eyes closed. Harry sighed, and hummed, a pleased little sound. Malfoy gave a choked grunt, and shuddered, came with a full-body spasm. Then he sank forward, collapsed until his forehead was resting in the middle of Harry's chest. Harry raised a heavy hand and ran it through Malfoy's hair, a smile on his face Ron had never seen before.
He stared, stupefied, at Harry's fingers slowly carding through white-blond hair until a tug on his sleeve distracted him. It was Hermione, eyes wide and face flushed. He followed her gaze and saw that the door was ajar. He threw a last look at the couple on the bed, but they hadn't moved, didn't seem about to look up, and so they quickly hurried out, finally, and Hermione drew the door shut, ever so quietly.
Ron slumped against the wall next to it and let out a huge breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. He cast another look at Hermione, at her red face, and found himself blushing as he met her eyes. Uncomfortable, he scrubbed a hand through his hair.
“So, er... good work on finally getting the door open?” Merlin, that was lame. He almost winced at himself.
“Um, thanks,” Hermione said. “I didn't, though.”
“Huh?”
“Well, the door... it just opened on its own. I'm not sure why.”
“Huh...” Ron blinked, but he really didn't have enough blood in his brain right now to solve the mystery of the self-opening door. “We should... probably wait until they come out, yeah?” he suggested instead.
Hermione nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, we definitely should. Let's just... stand over there.” She pointed to the wall on the other side of the corridor, and they hurried over. Hermione was taking deep breaths and smoothing down the fabric of her robes, and Ron took deep breaths and tried to will his hard-on away.
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