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- kink means kink! Let's keep the ratings at R and above. ;D
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- 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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Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-09-30 01:19 pm (UTC)Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-01 09:11 am (UTC)Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-02 02:37 pm (UTC)“I’m not going there, Potter.”
“Oh, come on, Malfoy. I’m sick to death of it and they just won’t listen.”
“Oh, no. No, no, no. We aren’t a show for your mates, prat, and it’s my arse they’ll see. You think they’ll not ridicule me? Because they will. I can’t even speak to you in the hall without your pet git Weaselbee muscling in to stomp on me. How many toes has he injured now? Three? Not to mention my poor ribs, Potter. That ginger git of yours is a bloody menace, walking. And then Granger sneers at me—constantly. Rude as anything. Intolerable.”
“Malfoy,” Harry said patiently, “that’s exactly the sort of behaviour I want to stop. And my idea will work, I promise. They won’t have a leg left to stand on.”
Malfoy looked very dubious about that.
“Hmmm, I don’t think so, Potter; I think they’ve more limbs than the Squid when it comes to objecting to me. They’ve never even so much as looked at me halfway kindly. I hardly think being boinked by their Boy will change that.”
“Draco,” Harry was very seriously intent upon this; he saved the use of Draco’s given name for those occasions, “Draco, I can’t stand it. I want to be seen with you; I want it known, and to do that we’ll need some support. They’re my best mates, damn it, and they will come ‘round—if only there’s proof. Come on, please?”
“Nhh,” his lover mumbled—neck-chewing tended to distract him righteously—“um, ah! Oh, right there—that’s it. I dunno—I, really, Harry—can’t see it—“
“Draa-coo,” Harry coaxed. “For me?”
…
Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-02 02:39 pm (UTC)...Which was how it came to be that Granger and the Weaselbee sat upon a sofa in the Room of Requirement, propped with popcorn and an ever full pitcher of pumpkin juice (‘And butterbeer for Ron,” Harry had added, smiling, “’cause likely he’ll want something stronger, yeah?”). They’d been lured there by Potter, who’d promised them something big, something major—a special secret he wanted to share.
For Draco, perched nervously upon the opposing divan, clad in just his mostly unbuttoned shirt, it was grueling. It had taken rather a lot of persuasion on his boyfriend’s part to install him here, half-naked and waiting to take Potter’s rather awesomely super cock up his fanny.
“Um,” Granger stared at Draco, a faint blush rising in her cheeks, “Uh, Harry? Why is, ah—why, precisely, is Malfoy here?”
“Wearing—“ Weaselbee gulped hard, his eyes firmly fixed upon Draco’s mussed hair, “very little, mate? Is it a prank? Is he Imperious’d?”
“Hardly!” Draco scoffed, scowling, “as if, Weaselbee. No, I’m here because you two are total nit—“
“As to that,” Harry inserted hastily, rising and making his way ‘round to the back of the sofa he’d been sharing with his lover, “he’s here because you’re not listening very well, guys. So we—“
“You, Potter!” Draco made sure to point out, “You; this is all your brilliant idea!”
“Shut it, Draco—“ Harry barely paused in his explanation, “We wanted to, erm, uh…demonstrate. Demonstrate—that’s it. Um, give you some proof.”
“…Proof?” Granger echoed, shocked realization dawning upon her horrified face. “Oh, no, Harry! That’s not necessary—I mean, it’s hot and sexy and all, but no! No, really--no!”
“You’re—you’re serious, mate?” Weaslebee faltered, his pleading gaze now latched on Potter. He looked the same as a Crup pup who’d been kicked in passing: wounded, betrayed and likely ready to yelp about ir. “'Cause please don’t, Harry, if you are. Well take your word for it, alright? No more—“
“No,” Harry stated decidedly, “and no. You won’t, Ron. I know you. You’ll fall right back into old habits and me and Draco here are sick of it. Can’t bloody well stand it, actually—besides, we need your help, the both of you. I’m fagged to death of not being able to—“
“Potter, that’s all very well, but—“ Draco interjected, nervously wriggling the toes on one bare foot. “Get on with this. I’m losing my nerve here.”
“Oh!” Harry blushed, leaning forward to give his lover’s long pale neck and shoulders a fleeting little hug, “I’m sorry, babe. Er…shall we, then?”
...
Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-02 02:41 pm (UTC)Draco tilted his head to focus upon his idiot Gryffindor boyfriend. “And how, precisely, do you propose to do it. Potter? Here—or over there?” He flung out an accusing forefinger, indicating the giant four poster bed the Room had kindly provided, just out of the more intimate circle created by the two sofas and the braided hearth rug and the low table set between them. “On the bed. I admit, I much prefer a mattress—much softer—but it’s your call, arse, so set it in gear, yeah? Move along now.”
“Um…here,” Harry decided abruptly, taking hold of Draco’s upper arms and tugging. “Come up and ‘round. Over the back of the divan, alright? Then they can’t see absolutely everything—“
“All to the better,” Draco snuck in, darkly. "I'm sure."
“But they’ll still know it’s true—that we’re lovers. I mean, that I love you,” Harry stumbled over that bit, gasping a tad. “Cause I do.” Harry--deliciously—went beet red.
“And I you, git-for-brains,” a quite gratified Draco made sure to announce loudly, both for Harry’s sake and to shove the fact of the matter straight up the nosy, pointy, disapproving nostrils of their assembled audience.
Weaselbee, Draco noted as he rose obediently, looked simply gobsmacked; his cheeks a brilliant scarlet, his jaw resting upon his chest. And Granger—that swot—she was much the same, except that she was licking her lips in a very odd manner, blinking rapidly at the toe of them close together, Draco's arse under Harry's palms, and her small hands were clenching methodically—in, out, in and out, open-and-shut, just as Harry would soon be sawing in and out of Draco’s mostly willing arsehole.
“Pfft!” he huffed, twisting low and spreading his bared legs appropriately. “You’d think they'd never heard of live porn, Foureyes.” He tilted his chin mockingly as Harry grasped his bare hips, guiding him into position over the spine of the couch. “Are you certain you’ve reached majority, Weaselbee? Because you’ll draw flies like that—“
“Babe,” Harry captured Draco’s mouth for a quick kiss, a hand wrenching his chin round upon his neck to do so. “Don’t stir things up, alright? We’ve a job to—“
“M’not a ‘job’, Potter!’ Draco snorted righteously. “I’m a treat-and-a-half, you gumptious git! Better appreciate me. I don’t do this for just any—“
“I know, love,” Harry cooed in his ear, letting his chin go at last, leaving damp skin and pinkened cheeks and wet swollen lips behind him as he moved. “Just, er. Just lean forward, alright? I’ll do the work.”
Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-02 02:42 pm (UTC)“Harry?” Granger finally—finally!—managed to squeak out a response for the shocking actions shortly about to take place before her appalled, befuddled eyeballs. “Are you—will you—I mean, it’s Malfoy you’re…? You’re…?”
“Shagging?” Draco prompted casually. “Why yes, in fact. It would be me. So sorry to burst your bubble. Did you think it was some other bloke?”
“Ma-Ma-Ma--!” Weaselbee stuttered. “Ha-Ha-Ha! Him? It’s true, then? You’re—you’re—“
“Yes, Ron,” Harry cut in at last, wearying of his mate’s failed attempts at articulation. “It is and now we’ll prove it to you. Ready, then?” He incanted the spell that simultaneously stretched and lubed; Draco shivered, his stomach rubbing queasily across the faded plush of the Room’s just-the-right-height sofa.
“Um, Harry…” he muttered, craning his neck to stare up into his lover’s intent visage, second thoughts popping up left and right in his nether brain, “I dunno about thi—ark!” He squawked piteously. “Ack, arsehole—watch the ramming action, damn it! That’s my—“
“Love you, babe; easy,” Harry crooned, his eyes fixed upon Draco’s rolling ones with every indication of ardour. “Breathe in, m’love. Breathe out—that’s it. I’ll take it nice and slow—“
“Ha-ha-hardly slow, Ha-Har-Harry!” Draco squeaked.
Granger also squeaked.
“You—you're really—Merlin!” she panted, shifting her Muggleborn bum on the cushions ‘neath her. “That’s so—my gawd, Harry!”
“Eeep!” Weaslebee had also entered a higher altitude, where there was much less oxygen. "No, no, no," he whimpered. He sounded as though he’d huffed a great lot of the that Muggle element; hydrogen, maybe? Or perhaps had stumbled upon a nest of spiders. Harry, Draco reflected with the part of his brain not actively melting, had mentioned his best mate had a terribly difficult time with arachnoids.
Draco couldn’t help but be secretly pleased. It was his arse on show, here, and it was Potter who was shagging it. Could’ve been a bit humiliating if it weren’t that Harry’s mates were so clearly bowled over.
“Love, alright?” came the beloved voice in his ear, breathless. "Draco?"
“Um,” Draco nodded, slumping forwardl. “Um, more,” he begged. “And, er—harder. Show must—show must go on, what?”
Gallantly he raised his chin and then propped himself upon his elbows. Granger and the Weaslebee should see this, him being pummeled by their precious Potter.
If that’s what—“Ah! Ah, Harry!”—it took, he’d do it.
“Oh, love, my love…” Harry whispered sweetly, and thrust like the sodding dickens. “You—you’re just—I fucking well love you!”
“Nhgh! Nghhh! Neep!” Granger was hyperventilating, eyes popped wide and glazed over; Draco’s nipples were so distended they could poke holes through the worn fabric. “Harry? Ma-Malfoy?”
“Um—um, really, mate?!” Weaslebee was redder than any conceivable shade of red. He’d steam from his ears, practically, and he was swallowing hard, so hard his Adam’s apple bobbed like ne of those floats on a fishing pole. “Must—must you?”
“Ronaaaald?” Granger trilled suddenly, her bushy head slewing about to face her seatmate. “Oh….Ronnikins?”
Draco ignored them; he was oblivious by then to pretty much everything other than the length of Potter engorged and moving smoothly within his backside. With an extra jerk and throb the nub of Harry’s willy hit his prostate.
Draco howled, arching his throat, his head lolling.
“Po—Hah! Har-ry!” he panted. “There! Just—just there!”
“Yes, love—yes, there!” And his lover obliged him, never looking away from the sultry picture the firelight painted of one Draco Malfoy, starched white shirttails flapping about his thighs, arsecheeks spread wide, hole pierced and owned by his favourite—his only—his personal Gryffindor.
“Oh-my-Merlin-there….” he moaned, helplessy flopping about on the uncomfy ridge of the sofa back. The tufted buttons dug into his abdomen; Harry’s prick reamed him harder than hard. Draco loved it; adored it—could never not have it in his life. “Harry.”
Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-02 02:45 pm (UTC)“Baby!”
“Harry…ah! Urrrgh—nnnh—Harrrreee!”
The cock within him pumped a few times, shimmying; throbbing as it thrust against the constriction; Draco felt every inch of it, and was gladder than he’d ever been of anything, including the death of Voldemort.
This was it: proof, then.
“Oooooh, Draco!” his heart-mate growled, trailing sloppy kisses across Draco’s disappeared part, his marvelously mussed and sweaty tendrils of curly fairer-than-fair hair. “Oh, my love, you’re so—so—beau—Ahh! Ah-hah!”
And he came, Harry Potter did, all at once with a great burst and all up Draco Malfoy’s willing arse, and Draco arched his spine into the sensation as a kneazle would into a petting, practically purring even as he choked out his own satisfaction.
“Oh—o—ohhh! Harry!” he cried out, and spurted his load into the stinky, sweat and lube soaked fabric of the sofa. “My Harry…” he added, determined to make that known for al to hear, for it was crucial, he knew for certain—in the way far back of his mind—to point that out.
To make it known and particularly to these two gits, Harry’s bloody mates. The gits. Gits, gits, gits!
“Um, ahhhh…” his lover collapsed atop him. “So, so good. Draco.”
“Love you, twat—and next time do take a little longer, okay?” Draco sniped fondly, glancing with great effort over his shoulder, peeping at his Harry, all scarlet-cheeked and panting loud enough to deafen him, right there by his well-licked ear. “I barely had a chance to catch up to you.”
“Um,” Harry nipped his earlobe in sweet vengeance. “Oh! Oh, Draco—look there! See them?”
It practically fused his eyes blind, the horror of it. Weaselbee’s cock and Granger’s matching bushy muff—right there before him, bobbing up and swooping down—naked! Starkers!
Yuck-blech-phooey!
“Oh, Roooon! Ronniekins!” Granger sang out; Draco shuddered.
“Isn’t it sweet?” Harry prodded at him, tickling Draco’s perspiring ribs. “They’re so in love it’s gross, yeah?”
“Ick! Ack!” Draco shuddered again, eyeballs rolling frantically away for fear of intense pain caused. “Fucking save me, Harry! Get a goddamn Room of your own, you two! Argh—yuck, my poor eyes! They burn!”
“Now, Draco, love—calm down.“
Heterosexual lap sex—especially between Harry’s two best mates—had to be the biggest turn-off ever. Draco wrestled his way out from under his lover, Harry’s softened cock leaving his slightly sore arse with a squishy sound.
“Out!” he demanded querulously, whipping ‘round and standing tall, gathering his shirt about him protectively. “I want out, Harry! You never said I’d have to deal with this, damn it!”
“Oh, now…Draco, love,” Harry gripped him before he could bolt, wrapping their damp satisfied bodies together in an affectionate embrace. “At least admit it was an effective tactic. ‘Sides—I’ve set a recording spell on the Room. I’ve a Pensieve of it, see? A Muggle one. On real film. All of it—us and them, going at it like bloody rabbits. If they so much as say a single word against you from now on—“
“Ron-Ron-Ronniekins!”
“Oh, Hermione! Heeer--my—own—neeee!”
And here it was clear the other two were approaching their mutual culmination, judging by the growls, howls and high-pitched giggles they were making.
“I’ve got blackmail material,” Harry snickered wickedly, rubbing his stubbly chin against Draco’s chest, scraping it. “Thanks to the Room. Right there.” He pointed to a Muggle-style recording camera, positioned just so, and humming away as it gathered evidence for use of, as needed. “Camera. Plays back, it does, and doesn’t even need a Penseive bowl. Fancy, eh?”
Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-02 02:46 pm (UTC)Draco snorted, shivering under his lover’s hands.
“Humph!” he sniffed. “That’s all very well and I should bloody well hope so, Potter! ‘Cause there’s no fucking way in Hades I’m ever—ever—doing this again! No. Way. In Hades. Wanker.”
He scowled. The Weaselbee just couldn’t seem to shut up—the Know-It-All was worse, what with her excitable giggling.
“Oh…lover,” his lover coaxed. “It was all for a good cause, admit it. Now we can wherever we want, sit with one another whenever—even go to Hogsmeade together come Saturday, if we care to—and they won’t dare say a word against it. Or you, Draco. Most importantly.”
Draco sneered, his eyes finding the evil awful image of Granger and Weaselbee, pumping and jumping, ruining the cushions on their own damned sofa. It galled him no end, having to see.
“Right—if you say so, Potter,” he allowed, very reluctantly, wrenching his permanently scarred eyeballs away gratefully. So very red, the Weasel was—part of Draco’s mind wondered if he might just burst. “Now…a bath, please? Or at least a decent Scourgify? I have to leave this place before I sick up!”
Harry nuzzled him, cuddling into Draco’s taller form like a puppy, his gorgeous green eyes closing in delight.
“Mine, right? Very much mine, aren’t you, Draco? All mine.”
Draco blushed, something he tried to do very seldom, as it was such a giveaway…but for Harry, well. Well.
“Shut up, Foureyes. Yes, yours, git,” he admitted hastily. “Obviously—not that you need to make so much of it. Come along, then—I’m a frigging mess, Harry, and it’s all your fault. I want to be clean again, if that’s not too much to ask.”
“Ummm,” his lover only squirmed closer—the weasel and his bloody know-it-all Witch of a main squeeze choose that exact moment to cum, naturally, shrieking ‘Ah! Ah! AHHHH!’ --I do so love you—“
Which was soppy as all get out, but gratefully accepted, all the same.
“Oh!” Draco blushed darker yet, cursing himself, and forcibly spinning them ‘round so h wouldn’t be forced to witness any more horrendously scarring Gryffindor sex. “Oh, really, Potter! Do get a grip, will you? Bloody girl! Bath time, Room—damn it, I need a tub and a loofah and at the very least a sodding screen ‘tween them and me, d’you hear me? Shut them out, Room—I beg you! Now, please! I’ve suffered enough, thanks!”
Fin
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Date: 2011-10-02 02:58 pm (UTC)Re: LOLOLOLOLOLOLLERSKATES
Date: 2011-10-02 03:22 pm (UTC)Also, I seem to suck at being Anon. Oh, well. Screw it with a big pointy stick, yeah? I like me kinks (vanilla as they are) known. Hah!
non-anon
Date: 2011-10-02 03:30 pm (UTC)I've only been posting anon 'cause I'm a sheep, and I follow the herd.
Re: non-anon
Date: 2011-10-02 03:44 pm (UTC)Re: non-anon
Date: 2011-10-02 03:52 pm (UTC)Re: non-anon
Date: 2011-10-02 07:10 pm (UTC)So, er, non-Anon, yes. Then I rather figured if it was that difficult, I may as well come clean, shed my inhibitions and stand my ground, waving my big stripy fluffly tail.
Ahem. Yes. That's how it was. I swear.
Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-02 06:07 pm (UTC)*comes off Anon as well to join the round*
Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-02 07:24 pm (UTC)Do! The water's fine.
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Date: 2011-10-02 06:20 pm (UTC)Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-02 07:25 pm (UTC)claps hands happily (er, paws)
Glad to hear, dear♥! Very glad. Cheers on this bloody rainy dull Sunday! T
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Date: 2011-10-08 09:44 pm (UTC)“Yes!” Harry insisted. “I just... it's driving me bonkers! I think I'll scream if Ron tells me one more time about how I'm insane for being with you, or Hermione tries to talk to me about my 'unhealthy obsession' again. Yesterday she gave me a pamphlet for St Mungos! For a mind healer!” He huffed, crossed his arms, and paced the length of Draco's bedroom in agitation. “I can't do this anymore!” He whirled to face Draco again. “They just don't get it! They don't get us, and I guess I can't really blame them, but... if they knew... if they could just see...”
“See us fuck?” Draco drawled, eyebrow hitched high in scepticism.
“No! Yes! I mean...” It was Harry's turn to scrub an agitated hand through his hair. “If they could just see you, the way I do, the way you are, maybe they'd understand.”
“Oh, c'mere.” Draco held out a hand, and after the briefest moment of hesitation Harry took it, let himself be pulled against Draco's tall, solid warmth. “You look like a hedgehog.” Draco combed his hair back down, as far as it ever went, then nudged his chin up. Harry looked up, into cool grey eyes, the faintest frown furrowing the flawless skin between Draco's slim, aristocratic eyebrows. “This is really that important to you, isn't it?” He draped his arms around Harry's waist, loosely-tangled fingers resting against the small of Harry's back.
Harry nodded. “Yes, it is. Of course it is! You think I'd suggest this otherwise?”
The frown melted as Draco's trade-mark smirk pulled at his lips, crinkled the corners of his eyes, and that eyebrow arched again in all it's expressive beauty. “Who knows?”, oh, and Draco was doing that thing with his voice where it went all smoky and suggestive, a seductive purr that always immediately put Harry in mind of filthy, filthy things no matter what Draco was actually saying. “Maybe you're harbouring a secret desire for exhibitionism, hm?” And, well, especially if he was saying things like that.
“No.” Harry rallied his thoughts and scowled up at his boyfriend. “I'm just sick and tired of explaining myself, especially to people who are hell-bent on not listening to a bloody word I say.”
Draco let out a sigh, dropped the bedroom voice, and pulled Harry close enough to rest his chin on Harry's head. “Oh, very well, then. If you insist.”
Harry hugged Draco close in return, leaned into him and marvelled at the fact that he had the best boyfriend in the world. Now if only he could convince his friends of that.
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Date: 2011-10-08 09:54 pm (UTC)The door to the Room of Requirement was already there, and Ron followed Hermione through, trying very hard not to think about the sorts of things Harry could possibly be doing with Malfoy. Several comments and reactions of Harry's had left him in very little doubt that they were having sex. Urgh. He'd rather not know, but at the same time, he couldn't help a certain morbid curiosity. Did Malfoy kiss, or was that too... soft for an evil Slytherin? Did they touch each other in private places? Had they gone all the way? How were they doing it? Did Harry, his best mate Harry, fierce-but-clumsy Harry, take it up the arse? Surely not, right? But surely Malfoy the Git wouldn't be willing to take it up the arse from a Gryffindor, either. Was there some mysterious way for two Wizards to have sex that didn't involve arse-buggery that he didn't know about? Did Harry truly enjoy, really, truly enjoy, what they were doing together? He kept saying he did, but what did he know? Maybe he only thought he did, because he didn't know any better? Was he really not being hurt?
Ron blinked, and looked around. Something was not right here. Why was the lighting so low? Why was there a folding screen a few feet from the door? Why was there a bed beyond it, heavy, deep-red curtains tied back to massive, dark posts? Why wasn't this the room they normally met to study in?
A deep, masculine chuckle reached his ears from beyond the folding screen.
He exchanged a confused look with Hermione, and they both peeked around the edge of the screen. Then they quickly ducked back and exchanged another look, horrified this time.
Skin. Ack! Lots of skin, gleaming pale against the deep colour of the sheets. Oh Merlin, he'd just seen Draco Malfoy naked! Very, very, very naked, kneeling in the middle of a large bed. Kneeling between the legs of Harry, who was also very, very, very naked. Naked and on his back with his legs spread wide around Malfoy, and there were hands on him, Ron hadn't quite worked out where, but he was pretty sure that was just as well, he didn't really need to know. Didn't really want to know.
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Fill: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-08 09:56 pm (UTC)Escape was the only thing on Ron's mind as he reached for the handle, and so it took him a moment to realize that the door was not opening when he pressed it down. He frowned, tried again, pushed against the wood with his shoulder. It didn't budge.
Hermione frowned at him as he stepped back and shook his head. She tried as well, then pulled her wand to cast a non-verbal Alohomora. The door stayed shut. “Oh, that's nice,” Harry said from beyond the screen, voice rough and a little breathless in a way Ron had never heard before.
Ron looked around. The room was generous in size, thick, lush carpet under his feet, the folding screen and bed its only furnishings. The only light came from somewhere across the room, beyond the bed, thick and fire-yellow, clothing the corners in shadows. And if Malfoy were to lean back some, he couldn't miss seeing them standing there by the door.
Ron gripped Hermione's hand and drew her with him behind the screen. It was high enough to hide them.
It was also closer to the bed. Ron could hear the rustle of fabric.
Why, oh why, did Harry and Malfoy have to choose this place of all to shag? Didn't the prat have his own bedroom?
Hermione was casting spells at the door from the distance, moving her lips along soundlessly. Merlin, Harry and Malfoy were just feet away, they'd hear even the quietest whisper. The door didn't move.
Harry moaned. Ron squeezed his eyes shut. Harry panted out a few heavy breaths, then moaned again. That chuckle sounded again, and Ron realized it had to belong to Malfoy. He'd never heard Malfoy laugh like that before. There was no disdain or derision in it.
“You're an arse,” Harry told Malfoy, quite clearly and without any bite at all. Then he laughed a little, breathless but amused. What had Malfoy done? What was he doing?
Ron peeked around the corner of the screen again. Yes, he knew he shouldn't, but... he had to know, all right?
Malfoy was still kneeling between Harry's thighs, splayed open for him, and now Ron could see his hand vanishing between Harry's legs, moving. Also, he was grinning. Grinning broadly, tip of his tongue stuck between his teeth, eyes on Harry's face, while his free hand rested on Harry's hip, opposite from Ron, thumb rubbing into the dip on the inside of Harry's hipbone.
Ron stared. Stared at that broad curve of lips, the bright flash of teeth, at pale blond hair that was just a little ruffled, at that finger stroking Harry's skin almost... soothingly.
Harry was propped on his elbows, mouth slightly open as he panted, eyes locked on Malfoy's face in turn. Then he moaned again, threw his head back, eyes closed and brow furrowed, arched, stomach tightening, hips tilting, knees rising and heels digging into the mattress.
Malfoy hummed, still smiling. Smiling. “Like that, do you?”
“As if you don't know! Oh, God, yes, right there! Draco...! Do that again.”
His body undulated in another arch. And another. Malfoy's moved his free hand to Harry's stomach, pressing his palm down over his navel. Harry kept squirming. And moaning.
Whatever Malfoy was doing with his fingers way down there, Harry was enjoying himself, that much was obvious. Ron tried hard not to look at his best friend's cock, but that was rather difficult since it was... prominent.
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Fill: Exhibitionism/public sex.
Date: 2011-10-08 10:01 pm (UTC)“Are you sure? Adequate preparation is important, you know.” Malfoy's face was wearing the most innocent expression Ron had ever seen on it. Harry glowered up at him from between sweaty, tangled strands of fringe, chest heaving.
“Draco, I swear...! Stop being such a bloody tease and fuck me already!”
Malfoy clucked his tongue. “Bossy, love.”
“You.” Harry pointed at Malfoy's chest, then at his own groin. “In. Now.”
Now Malfoy smirked, an expression almost familiar, except for the intense look in his eyes as he shifted his weight, withdrew his hand, moved in and forward, one hand under Harry's knee, holding him open, the other guiding himself, down and in, mostly hidden from Ron's view, but he could still imagine what was happening as their hips met.
His cock throbbed in sympathy and he realized he was hard. Oh, Merlin, he was hard from watching Malfoy bugger his best mate. But he couldn't help it! He was a bloke, and there was fucking going on right in front of his eyes. Malfoy was moving, careful and shallow at first, then gaining depth and speed. Harry wrapped his legs around his waist, kept him close, as Malfoy leaned forward, rhythm never faltering, and brought their faces closer. Harry pushed up on his elbows again, and their mouths met, open, sloppily, lips sliding across each other with more good will than coordination.
“Mmm,” Harry made, the sound he usually reserved for treacle tart, and darted his tongue out to lick across Malfoy's mouth, then into it on the next thrust. Malfoy returned the favour, eyes closed and head tilted sideways.
Apparently, he did kiss.
Harry moaned, then sighed when their mouths parted again, threw his head back with eyes half-shut and an expression of bliss on his face.
“So good...” He panted. “Draco...!”
Their bodies were gleaming with sweat in the firelight, and even Malfoy's usually perfect hair was sticking to his face here and there. His brows were furrowed in concentration, and Ron could see the muscles all along his back, in his arms and his legs work to keep up his implacable rhythm.
Ron swallowed and resisted the urge to press his hand down on his own dick. Bloody hell, Malfoy was a lucky bastard. Ron couldn't help but envy him the opportunity to fuck. It was sex, damn it, and all Ron could think about was how good it would feel to have a hot, slick body under him, around him, to be able to give over to that primal urge to thrust.
Harry was making noises, half-choked moans and whimpers, pushing and arching and squirming into every one of Malfoy's thrusts, chest heaving, bed sheet clenched in his fingers. There was the sound of bodies moving on fabric, and wet skin meeting wet skin. Malfoy was breathing heavily, eyes fixed on Harry's face.
“Salazar, you feel good, love,” he told Harry, voice rough.
Harry laughed, the sound broken by his panting. “You sure that's the right name... to call on right now?... What would he say... if he'd see what one of his... is up to?”
“Oh, he'd be proud. Gryffindor's famous Golden Boy... and I get to fuck him.” Malfoy leaned down a little further, arms trembling with the strain. “Everybody wants you, and I get to have you.”
Fuck, he was gloating. Malfoy was gloating, to Harry's face, while they were fucking. There was triumph in his voice, and a hot frisson of anger jolted Ron out of the maelstrom of sex he'd been caught in.
Harry laughed. Harry laughed, breathless but real, a rumble from his chest, teeth flashing, eyes crinkling. “Awfully smug about that, aren't you? You're so getting off on it.”
“Oh, yes,” Malfoy admitted without the slightest sign of remorse, voice dark and rough. Harry's eyelids fluttered, his spine arched. “And don't pretend you're any better. As if you don't get off on taking it up the arse from me.” He gave an especially vigorous shove with his hips and tilted his head down, lips a hand span from Harry's ear. “Bad boy, Potter.”
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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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Date: 2011-10-08 10:06 pm (UTC)Harry trailed his fingers once more through the fine, soft strands of Draco's hair at the base of his skull. “Well, I think so, but I can't see from here. Why don't you check?”
Draco gave a wordless grumble, but heaved his head off of Harry's chest and sat back to look over his shoulder. Then he turned back around, disentangled himself from Harry's legs, and lay down next to him instead. “Yeah, they're gone,” he confirmed.
Harry rolled onto his side, into Draco's arms and tucked his head under Draco's chin. Draco's hands were drifting across his skin, lazy and lingering, and they lay quietly for a little while.
“So, do you think that little display helped in any way?” Draco asked finally, voice a little muffled by Harry's hair as he pressed a kiss into it.
Harry sighed in pleasure and stretched lazily against him. “We'll see. And if it didn't, we can always try again until they get it.”
Draco pulled back slightly at that, enough to look down and catch Harry's eye. Harry grinned up at him. Draco raised an eyebrow. “Are you quite certain that you don't have a secret kink for exhibitionism?”
“Hm.” Harry thought about it for a moment. “Well, maybe I do. Just a tiny little bit. Didn't you have fun?”
Draco shrugged, and ran his fingertips through Harry's fringe. “It was sex. Of course I had fun. But I don't think I share that particular kink of yours. I'm more comfortable when we're alone.”
“Oh, well. We don't have to, if you don't like it.”
Draco smiled and leaned in to press a kiss between Harry's eyebrows. “No need to sound so disappointed, love. I'm perfectly willing to indulge you every now and then.”
Harry grinned and drew Draco's head down for a kiss. “Have I told you recently that you're the best boyfriend in the world?”
When Malfoy stepped out of the Room of Requirement, he looked just like he always did: obnoxiously pressed and polished, arrogant and haughty and like he thought he was so much better than everyone else.
“Granger. Weasley.” He sneered at them, then turned to Harry, face devoid of any expression. “I'll see you tomorrow.” It was an order more than anything, and he didn't even wait for Harry's acknowledging nod, didn't answer the slight smile Harry gave him. He just strutted off down the corridor.
Harry, on the other hand, was ruffled and obviously hastily dressed, and Ron thought he'd have known they'd been shagging even if he hadn't seen it. Harry gave them a smile, crooked and a little embarrassed.
“I'm sorry, have you been waiting long?”
Ron exchanged a slightly panicked look with Hermione, and they both quickly denied. Harry smiled again, and led the way back into the Room of Requirement. This time, it was their usual room.
Ron gave the back of Harry's head a puzzled frown as he followed him to the couch.
Whatever his best mate had going on with Malfoy– he just didn't get it.
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