Kink Bingo - Tickling
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setos_puppyTitle: Cracked Mask
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 630
Warning: N/A
Summary: Harry loves Draco like this
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Joanne et al
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Tickling square.
Dedication: Dedicated to Emily
Draco Malfoy prided himself on being a cool, rather stoic, unaffected person. He was never one to crack jokes, act inappropriate, or do anything below his station. He had a very firm public mask in place, thank you very much, and it was never something to trifle with. Yes, Draco Malfoy was a clerk of the Wizengamot, a fine upstanding citizen, and a shining example of what a proper pureblooded wizard did once leaving school.
No one would ever think that behind closed door Draco Malfoy was actually quite a kind, soft, gentle person. That he enjoyed lounging around the house in old, ripped jeans without a shirt and drinking milk out of the carton while watching television or reading trashy romance novels.
They also didn't know about his below station, inappropriate torrid affair with one Harry James Potter, previous Boy-Who-Lived and savior of the Wizarding World, current Quibbler journalist and expert on torturing one Draco Malfoy. They also didn't know that this torrid, controversial affair was approved of by one Narcissa Malfoy.
Then again, it wasn't any of their business, was it?
“Stop it! Stop it, Harry! I can't breathe!”
Harry sat back on his heels as Draco gasped for breath, chest heaving, body twitching as his hands clenched and unclenched uselessly against his side in the plush carpet of the Malfoy home near Cambridge. Draco's eyes were shut and his mouth was slack as he took in rough gulps of air. Harry's hands ran restlessly up and down Draco's bare chest, itching to start again.
“Are you alright?” Harry's voice was concerned, worried he had gone too far this time.
Draco nodded wordlessly, still not opening his eyes. “Yes. Let me just...” Draco took in a few more, calmer, deeper breaths. “Need to breathe.”
Harry nodded his head even though he knew that Draco couldn't see the action. He moved and rested his weight against his knees on either side of Draco's sprawled thighs. The action caused his erection to rub slowly, achingly, against Draco's. Harry gave a low, bitten off groan which was echoed by Draco and he repeated the action. He slowly fell into a slow, teasing rhythm in time with Draco's long, deep breaths. Each time Draco took in a long, shuddering breath Harry would press his hips forward into Draco's and shock a gasping, shaking breath from his parted, pink mouth.
It was exquisite torture.
Blissful, utter perfection.
He was starting to get closer to completion and moved his hands to either side of Draco's shoulders, bracing his weight so he could move in harder, shorter thrusts. He knew it would bring Draco off fast and he loved making Draco lose it. Especially when he was still half clothed. There was something so dirty and rushed about making Draco come in his pants that thrilled Harry.
“Wait,” Draco gasped out, his eyes opening as he shook a little under Harry and rose one of his hands to press against Harry's still shirt-clad chest. “Not yet. Want to lose it with your hands on me.”
Harry nodded his head and still his actions. Draco took in a slow, almost laboured breath and smiled, nodding his head as he slowly let it out. Harry smiled back and leaned down to brush his mouth against Draco's in a kiss before he settled his hands against Draco and splayed them out. They each took another long, slow breath before Harry's fingers curled and he attacked.
Draco screeched and thrashed before he let out a long string of giggles as Harry launched an all out war on the ticklish spot by his navel. Harry pressed down harder and Draco bucked his hips with a hiccuping moan.
Harry continued until Draco broke under him.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 630
Warning: N/A
Summary: Harry loves Draco like this
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Joanne et al
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Tickling square.Dedication: Dedicated to Emily
Draco Malfoy prided himself on being a cool, rather stoic, unaffected person. He was never one to crack jokes, act inappropriate, or do anything below his station. He had a very firm public mask in place, thank you very much, and it was never something to trifle with. Yes, Draco Malfoy was a clerk of the Wizengamot, a fine upstanding citizen, and a shining example of what a proper pureblooded wizard did once leaving school.
No one would ever think that behind closed door Draco Malfoy was actually quite a kind, soft, gentle person. That he enjoyed lounging around the house in old, ripped jeans without a shirt and drinking milk out of the carton while watching television or reading trashy romance novels.
They also didn't know about his below station, inappropriate torrid affair with one Harry James Potter, previous Boy-Who-Lived and savior of the Wizarding World, current Quibbler journalist and expert on torturing one Draco Malfoy. They also didn't know that this torrid, controversial affair was approved of by one Narcissa Malfoy.
Then again, it wasn't any of their business, was it?
“Stop it! Stop it, Harry! I can't breathe!”
Harry sat back on his heels as Draco gasped for breath, chest heaving, body twitching as his hands clenched and unclenched uselessly against his side in the plush carpet of the Malfoy home near Cambridge. Draco's eyes were shut and his mouth was slack as he took in rough gulps of air. Harry's hands ran restlessly up and down Draco's bare chest, itching to start again.
“Are you alright?” Harry's voice was concerned, worried he had gone too far this time.
Draco nodded wordlessly, still not opening his eyes. “Yes. Let me just...” Draco took in a few more, calmer, deeper breaths. “Need to breathe.”
Harry nodded his head even though he knew that Draco couldn't see the action. He moved and rested his weight against his knees on either side of Draco's sprawled thighs. The action caused his erection to rub slowly, achingly, against Draco's. Harry gave a low, bitten off groan which was echoed by Draco and he repeated the action. He slowly fell into a slow, teasing rhythm in time with Draco's long, deep breaths. Each time Draco took in a long, shuddering breath Harry would press his hips forward into Draco's and shock a gasping, shaking breath from his parted, pink mouth.
It was exquisite torture.
Blissful, utter perfection.
He was starting to get closer to completion and moved his hands to either side of Draco's shoulders, bracing his weight so he could move in harder, shorter thrusts. He knew it would bring Draco off fast and he loved making Draco lose it. Especially when he was still half clothed. There was something so dirty and rushed about making Draco come in his pants that thrilled Harry.
“Wait,” Draco gasped out, his eyes opening as he shook a little under Harry and rose one of his hands to press against Harry's still shirt-clad chest. “Not yet. Want to lose it with your hands on me.”
Harry nodded his head and still his actions. Draco took in a slow, almost laboured breath and smiled, nodding his head as he slowly let it out. Harry smiled back and leaned down to brush his mouth against Draco's in a kiss before he settled his hands against Draco and splayed them out. They each took another long, slow breath before Harry's fingers curled and he attacked.
Draco screeched and thrashed before he let out a long string of giggles as Harry launched an all out war on the ticklish spot by his navel. Harry pressed down harder and Draco bucked his hips with a hiccuping moan.
Harry continued until Draco broke under him.
