THE H/D KINKMEME

[hp_kinkmemes]

 This is an ANONYMOUS kink meme. Feel free to fill kinks un-anonymously, but generally, this is anon.

- kink means kink! Let's keep the ratings at R and above. ;D
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- ONE request per comment.
- for simplicity's sake, put a summary of your request in the title field (request: threesome, bondage, delayed gratification would work perfectly), more details can be provided in the comment.
- post as many comments as you want.
- even if a request has been filled, it doesn't mean it can't be filled twice! thrice! 
- please keep all characters 17+ of age. See this post for our under-age policy.
- Harry and Draco are allowed to have playmates (threesomes! orgies! Anything goes!) but please keep them as the main pairing in your fills.
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Fills: 
- Post them as replies to replies to replies to the request comment. That means: If your fill is too long to fit into one comment and you must split them into two or more, then you should post the second comment as a reply to your first comment, like this, as opposed to this. By keeping the fills as replies to replies, we can bookmark the individual fill-threads. Thank you!
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Comments

4/5

[(Anonymous)]

Ruthless under his shirt and when the slide of leather reaches his nipple he staggers and this time they go down, tumble of pure need onto the rug. Draco's not going slowly now, and the buttons make a sound where they tear and someone's breathing crookedly, both of them maybe, the only thing he's sure of is that Draco's dragging his hands across his chest, down his ribs and up again, and when he rubs the clad fingers against the stiff nubs of flesh his mouth falls open and he moans and doesn't stop, can't stop, only writhe, beg, rise up toward the torturing touch. Scrape of thumbs across them, then. God. Oh. Slow rub of palm, dizzyingly slow circles that pull electricity out of him, every inch of him. Never stop. Please never. But he is, and it's terrible that they're moving away and it's wonderful because they're sliding. Down.

Doesn't know if he can stand the feel of them moving, cool and smooth, across his abdomen, dipping into the little curves of muscle, doesn't know if he can stand the sight of them, black and shining, against his bare skin, knows he couldn't possibly stand both at once, so he looks. Feels and sees, can't. Stand it, shudders, a tremor so deep that he watches it reverberate in the gliding gloved fingers, makes an even louder sound. This time Draco doesn't smirk, a black flare opening his pupils as he sucks in a hard bit of air. The wet red lips don't close, and the gliding hand doesn't stop, and when it slides under his waistband, they both make a sound.

Doesn't know what he thought it would be like, all the times he'd imagined it, but he couldn't have guessed it would be like this, making him fall away, making everything warm and weighted in his body rush to the base of his spine, lift it off the floor. He twists, lifts, shoves, makes a terrible sound in the darkness behind his eyelids as the echo of the zip reaches his ears, makes a more terrible sound when Draco's hand brushes- fuck and it doesn't help, the other shining smooth cool hand landing on his hip, pressing down, it only makes it worse, makes it so good and he's going to, he's. Going to come. Now. Oh god.

All over the black leather.

And why he'd never thought about that part he has no idea but no god, he doesn't want it to be over already, so he stutters Please and he means please stop please wait please don't let it be over, but Draco's got it all wrong, he must have thought he meant Please drag my trousers off, Please stroke me, slowly, slickly, from ankles back up the inside of trembling thighs, Please slide the cool, smooth gloved hands over my cock, because that's what Draco's doing.

Feels himself shaking, harder than he ever has. Wants to look, has to see. Mouth open, watches. Shaking, watches. As Draco slides gloved hands over his red cock, his tightening bollocks. Thrusts up helplessly into the touch, something too close to screaming now hitching its way out of his throat with each slide of his bare flesh into the smooth leather embrace. Please and Yes and he's going to and then he isn't, because Draco's. Gripping him. Merlin, he's gripping him hard at the base of his prick, the gloved hand squeezing back the torrent and they both snort a breath, his own exhaling into a moan, Draco's into words.

The accio hisses like a curse. The oil slithers like a blessing. Warm and wet into the cleft of his arse, and god oh. Draco's going to fuck him, he's going to sink those gloved hands into the flesh of his hips and press his cock inside him. He's going to say Open your eyes, Harry, he's going to say Watch me, watch as I-

then why is he. Oh. He's. Sliding his fingers and. It takes him. Away, over, something, he doesn't know what, just knows that the slick gloved fingertip is sliding in small, slow circles around his hole, knows what comes next and knows he needs it more than air. He can feel the thick muscle of his thigh tighten painfully where it's lifted in the other gloved hand, wants to spread himself wider, wants Draco to open his thighs wider and then he is. Nudging at his shaking legs, opening him, gripping his-

5/5

[(Anonymous)]

Stops suddenly. He feels dizzy and sick and better than he ever has in his life and never wants to stop feeling this way and Draco should not stop please god should not stop and he needs to say all that. "Ngh." Swallows, trying to inhale at the same time, so it comes out as a slightly choking, slightly coughing sputter.

Sees now why Draco stopped, catches a look at himself in the hall mirror across from the tangled inferno of them. His face white as chalk, spattered with fierce red, drenched. Nothing recognizable in his eyes. Please. More like a prayer than a sentence, and his eyes slip shut, hips press up toward the gloved hands.

"Open your eyes, Harry. Watch me, watch as I-"

And then he is. Pressing the slick black finger inside him. And he does open his eyes, he does watch. Watches in awe as Draco slowly moves the gloved hand, starts mewling and doesn't stop. Adds in broken words when Draco adds another finger. He thinks they're words, but maybe they're not, and it doesn't matter because Draco's sliding, sliding oiled black leather glove fingers in and out of him, faster now, deeper now, harder- yes, he did say it, it was a word, cracked like glass, but he'd managed to say it and he's saying it again Harder. Yes. Harder. The texture of the gloves so different from Draco's fingers, from his cock, and he feels the fabric with every thrust, sees it with every flick he manages to keep his eyes open, watching the black hands, stark contrast against his white flesh, one driving furiously into his arse, the other a tight ring at the base of his cock and he's going to Draco and when he opens him with three relentless fingers stretching him, hitting his prostate with every hard slide, he can't breathe or speak and finally Draco lets go, draws one slow upstroke as he buries the other gloved fingers deep and Oh god.

All over the black leather.

Longer than he ever has, contracting on after the salty pulses are spent, after the garbled shouts ebb back to exhausted groans, after the twitch of red flesh is more pain than pleasure. Doesn't open his eyes when he feels the sticky glide of the spattered glove against his lip. Opens his mouth instead, licks, wants to lick it clean, but Draco hisses, takes it back.

"Watch me Harry. Open your eyes."

And he does. Watches Draco settle between his legs, the press of bony knee against the soft inside of his thigh so arousing it startles him. Watches come-slick glove curl around Draco's cock, taut and painful looking where it juts from his trousers, the head leaking against the white shirttail. Watches Draco's eyes fall closed as he strokes himself slowly with the wet black fist, watches the drop of sweat slide from the pale fringe onto cheekbone, onto jaw, watches as slowly turns into hard, turns into fast, watches his lip tremble as he comes, spilling onto the ruined leather, dripping down onto Harry's cock, a tiny flick of wet settling in his navel.

*

Their breathing is a hectic song in the quiet air and it's only when Draco's clothed body falls on top of him that he realizes it's chilly in the hall. In the sudden silence, he's nervous, however little sense that makes, and turns his lips towards the warm wet line of Draco's neck, plants a hesitant kiss above the rumpled collar. Thinks hard for a moment what he can say, how he can explain about the gloves and then suddenly he doesn't have to worry or think or explain.

As Draco shifts to rise, to drag them off to cleaning spells and a warm bed, he smiles against the bare skin of his shoulder before murmuring languidly.  You owe me a new pair of gloves, you kinky sod.


~

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

Stupendous. Hot as burning fuck. If that even makes sense.

Re: 5/5

[all-not-well.livejournal.com]

I know this voice! Je t'adore. ♥♥♥

I wish I'd requested this. I wish I had time right now to tell you how very much I adore it. Just know that I do. Very much.

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

OP here -

I am speechless and stunned and gaping and OH MY GOD. This was absolutely utterly perfect. ♥ I really liked Harry's broken sentences; a delightful insight to this turned on mind and Draco, Draco was perfect.

Cannot stop flailing. You did the kink every justice possible (can you even say that?). Thank you so much for filling this. ♥

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

This is the most amazing porn I've ever read. It's not even porn it's.. idek. My mind has never been so utterly blown. Please tell me you have more fics.

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

I'm kind of in love with you right now.

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

I love your writing style! I wish I knew who you were so I could read your other stuff...

Re: 5/5

[otta-ff.livejournal.com]

alfjasdfwfjwfk

You've rendered me (almost) speechless, anon. FUCKING HELL. *standing ovation*

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

Here at Jan’s recommendation and I have to say that tweet in no way prepared me for this. Completely amazing. Wow.

Re: 5/5

[envy-venis.livejournal.com]

I didn't realize you posted this anon, and I outted you on Twitter today.
O.O

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

O_____O
Total state of shock. Typing this comment from my floor. I’ve never seen anything like this.

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

I know exactly who this is. *genuflects*

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

Any chance you'll reveal yourself so I could take a look at your other fics? ;)

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

OH MY GOD. I will NEVER get these images out of my head. Anon, you're an evil genius.

Re: 5/5

[canis-lupus03.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know who you are, ^^ Was pretty sure after your second comment to the prompt post, actually! I am so glad to have been right, ^^ Another fill executed so perfectly, so wonderfully... fitting, original imagery, perfectly broken sentences, and, gosh, Harry is so adorable when he's all uncomfortable about his little kink- obviously Draco wouldn't care, and find the way Harry can't help being turned on irresistible. A few of my favourite lines:

a tiny smirk ripe with snarky love

sheltered from unexpected rain and unexpected Ron, who was more unpredictable and inopportune than weather

the press of bony knee against the soft inside of his thigh so arousing it startles him

Thank you so much for writing this!

Cheers, Lupus

Re: 5/5

[arcadianmaggie.livejournal.com]

I never knew I had glove kink, but I certainly do now. Gorgeous. And hotter than hell. Thank you!

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

A terrible mistake because now the cool black index finger is slipping across the wet threshold of lip. Nudging into his mouth. Teasing the edge. Makes him. Gasp. Spin, inside, stomach lopsided and falling. "You know you want to," he breathes, tiny suggestive lift of eyebrow the dirtiest thing he's ever seen. "Go on, then."

This is when I knew this was going to be a fic that would permanently break my brain. All I can do is repeat everyone else- gorgeous, hotter than hell and thank you!!!

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

Stunning, yes.

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

omg this is epic. i'm going to stalk your journal so hard.

Thanks muchly, all commenters.

[dulcemia.livejournal.com]

I probably shouldn't clog up the page with individual replies to each of you, but I do read and genuinely appreciate all feedback. Happy slashing, all.

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

@_@

Re: 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

holy fu*k. so hot it hurts.

Re: 5/5

[hallowedresin.livejournal.com]

Wooooooooow <3

Re: 5/5

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Oh, holy God, that was so fucking hot, perfect and just...guh...*drools* I'm incoherent from the sheer heat of this. It's brilliant.