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30 April 2011 @ 02:31 pm
Super sexy must read H/D smut :)  
I have a must read if the prompts I gave to my friend to write are something you might find sexy.

I'd like H/D with up against a wall sex,parselsmut,dirty talk and dark mark kink. They are ripping each others clothes off cause they need each other so desperatly.


triomakesmehot more than delievered a scorching hot sexy smutlet wow it's *delicious* You will need a cold shower after you read about Harry hissing to Draco's dark mark *whimpers*

Please do yourself a favour and read this now :) :) :)

Here is a small excerpt and I just have to say holy Mary mother of God. *guh*



When Draco’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, the final shred of Harry’s control snapped. His hands were against the other man’s chest, shoving him backward against the wall before he even realized he was moving. He stretched up slightly and crushed their mouths together in a second bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Draco was more than cooperative.

As their tongues fought for control of the kiss, their hands grabbed at clothing; the need between them was almost painful. Seams ripped and buttons popped free, pinging off the sink and falling to the floor. Shirts were flung to the floor and bare chests slid together as the men continued their heated kiss. When their lips parted, Harry continued to hiss in the ancient snake language. “That’ssss it, Malfoy. You’re mine now.”


“What the fuck are you playing at, Malfoy?” Harry demanded as he stormed into the men’s locker room behind the blond, slamming the door and casting a locking spell. There had always been tension between them, a struggle for which one was in control of any situation, but Harry had never remotely considered it could be sexual tension – at least not in the light of day – until they’d both joined the Auror academy and been made training partners in spite of their protests.

“Control is not something you find partnered with your best mate in a training exercise,” the Head Auror had told them calmly on their first day of class. “Control is something you take from an opponent in the field, and the nearest way to simulate that in a classroom is to be partnered with an adversary, or at the very least, someone with whom you’ve had no regular association.”

Harry had known in that second that he was doomed.

And now, it was almost as if Malfoy knew, too. Knew that it was his face Harry saw when he touched himself, knew it was his body Harry lost himself in when he couldn’t take the loneliness anymore and went prowling in the Muggle bars in Soho to find some willing blond twink to fuck. But Malfoy couldn’t know; no one knew. Harry had barely even admitted to himself that he preferred blokes, yet Malfoy took every opportunity to taunt him with suggestive remarks and touches that lingered a breath too long to be deemed incidental contact. Somehow, the man knew exactly which buttons to push to wind Harry up and make him lose his control of a situation. Today, he’d gone too far.

At the moment, Harry’s lips were red and swollen from the unexpected kiss he’d just shared with his fellow trainee during a disarming drill.

“Scared of your reaction, Scarhead?” drawled the Junior Auror as he began to take off the protective gear the trainees were required to wear during drills. “I got your wand, didn’t I? Wasn’t that the point of today’s exercise?” He kicked off his boots.

“I don’t think a tripping jinx, then physically attacking me was really what our instructor had in mind, Malfoy.”

“And you expect the last of the rogue Death Eaters to play by whose rules, exactly, Potter?”

“Yeah, you’d know about that, wouldn’t you, Malfoy,” Potter snarled; then, in a fit of rage at having been bested in class, he grabbed the sleeve of the other man’s training jersey and yanked, ripping it down his arm so that the livid mark was exposed. “You can take the man out of the Death Eaters, but you can’t really take the Death Eater out of the man, can you?”

“You bloody bastard! You know damn well I switched sides before you killed The Dark Lord,” Malfoy yelled back at him. “I never wanted this,” he snapped as he held his marked arm in Harry’s face, “but he was threatening to kill my parents. I’d like to see how you would have handled it if your parents were being threatened.”

Later, Harry would blame it on having been so long without a good fuck. It had never worked out with Ginny after the war ended, and Harry had quickly realized it was near impossible to find anyone to date who wanted him and not The Boy Who Lived. He’d only visited Soho a few times, and he hadn’t been at all in months. Maybe it was just the adrenaline rush he always felt when he saw The Dark Mark; usually it signaled he was in for a fight. Between that kiss and the hardness Harry thought he’d felt against his thigh when Malfoy’s weight had pinned him to the mat and slipped his wand from his slack fingers, seeing that mark again made Harry’s cock twitch.

“I’m sorry, Harry. That was cruel, even for me,” Draco said softly, believing Potter’s silence to imply mute fury. “No one should lose their parents the way you did.”

But Harry wasn’t listening; his eyes were fixed on that mark, and when he spoke in reply, his words came out as a sibilant hiss. “You were hard when you were rutting againsssst me, Malfoy.”

Draco felt a shiver run up his spine at the sound; he had no idea what Potter was saying, but he recognized the language. Parseltongue was like an aphrodisiac to a true Slytherin; it spoke straight to the cock and his was straining to answer. He licked his bottom lip nervously.

When Draco’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, the final shred of Harry’s control snapped. His hands were against the other man’s chest, shoving him backward against the wall before he even realized he was moving. He stretched up slightly and crushed their mouths together in a second bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Draco was more than cooperative.

As their tongues fought for control of the kiss, their hands grabbed at clothing; the need between them was almost painful. Seams ripped and buttons popped free, pinging off the sink and falling to the floor. Shirts were flung to the floor and bare chests slid together as the men continued their heated kiss. When their lips parted, Harry continued to hiss in the ancient snake language. “That’ssss it, Malfoy. You’re mine now.”

The sexy sound went straight to Draco’s groin, making his cock throb against Harry’s, and both men groaned. Harry continued to pin Draco’s body to the wall with his own, bringing their lips together once again as his hand shoved between them, opening Draco’s fly. Draco growled as Harry pushed his trousers and pants down toward his knees, freeing his sensitive prick to rub against the roughness of Harry’s clothes.

Harry pulled back and looked down at Draco’s pulsing cock. “Sssssweet Merlin, you look good like thissss, Draco.” He grabbed Draco’s arm and held it up between them, twisting it so he could see Draco’s mark. He stared at it for a moment, then licked it from top to bottom, feeling his own cock twitch and swell at the sight and sensation of the magical ink squirming slightly in response as he hissed.

Draco moaned at the sound and rocked his hips, frotting shamelessly against Harry, who worked frantically to free his own cock from its confines.

Harry had to concentrate to make his words come out in English. “I’m going to fuck you, Draco, unless you tell me right now you don’t want this.” He dipped his head and licked one of Malfoy’s taut nipples, then sucked it between his lips and nipped at it with his teeth, causing the blond to yelp.

“What makes you think I bottom, Potter?” Draco tried to sound haughty and superior, but the slightly breathless quality of his voice gave away his neediness.

“Never said I did think that, Malfoy,” Harry practically purred as he turned Draco to face the wall, pushing him forward slightly at the waist and pulling each of the man’s hands up to support him against the wall. He leaned in to whisper in Draco’s ear, “But I haven’t heard you say you don’t want this.” He used his knee to push Draco’s legs apart.

Harry closed his eyes long enough to focus his concentration and conjure a handful of lube. He quickly slathered some onto his cock, then grabbed Draco’s hair with his free hand, turning the Slytherin’s head enough to watch his expression as two fingers found their way between Draco’s cheeks and pressed into his hole. Draco hissed slightly at the sudden sting of intrusion, but he pushed his bum into Potter’s touch, letting Harry know without words he wanted this.

“Yessss, Draco,” Harry slipped back into Parseltongue as he watched the other man’s eyes grow dark with desire. “Fuck yourssself on my fingersssss.” Harry scissored his fingers and pumped them in and out of the tight passage surrounding them, enjoying the mewling sounds Draco was making. Draco shifted his feet farther apart and canted his hips, giving Harry more access and helping him find his goal. He howled when Harry’s fingers brushed against his sweet spot, and Harry took full advantage, probing deeply and rubbing the tender bundle of nerves until Draco’s control broke completely.

“Fuck me, Potter!” he pleaded, “Damn it, Harry, fuck me now!”

Harry didn’t need to be told a third time. He pulled his fingers from Malfoy’s arse and lined his cock up to push in place behind them. He tilted his hips forward, sliding the tip through the tight ring of muscle. He paused at Malfoy’s sharp intake of breath, conscience suddenly catching up with his need. “You have done this before, haven’t you, Malfoy?”

“Bloody damn Gryffindors! Yes, Potter,” Draco drawled impatiently. “I don’t usually bottom, but I have done it. NOW MOVE!”

Harry’s answer was to thrust his body forward, shoving his prick into Draco’s loosened hole, eliciting pleasured cries from both his partner and himself. He pulled nearly all the way out, bent his knees slightly and thrust in and up, battering against Draco’s prostate.

“There, Potter,” Draco moaned. “Right there, fuck, yes!”

Harry slowed his movements, dragging his cock outward then pushing back in slowly, careful to maintain the angle that would make Draco squirm. He wanted this to last in case this was the only time they ever did this. He pulled out again, then bit down on the side of Draco’s neck as he pushed in, grinding his pelvis against Draco’s rounded bum as as he felt the tip of his cock nudge the man’s sweet spot again.

Harry reached around Draco and found his cock, gripping it loosely at first and sliding his hand along its length. He humped against Draco then, without really pulling out at all; just bumping the man’s prostate insistently with the head of his penis as he stroked Draco slowly.

“Fuck, Potter!” Draco swore.

“Mmmm,” Harry hummed. “Next time, Love. This time, your sweet arse is mine.” He pulled his hips back, sliding himself nearly free of Draco’s passage, then he snapped his hips quickly, forcing his way back in as he reached down to squeeze the other man’s balls.

The sound Draco made was nearly Harry’s undoing. He wrapped his hand around Draco’s prick again and began to pump it, and at the same time, he began fucking him in earnest. Draco had to rest his forearms against the wall just to keep his face from hitting the tiles in front of him, and when he did, the movement drew Harry’s attention. Seeing the Dark Mark snapped the last of Harry’s control.

Harry shoved into Draco hard, hissing into the other man’s ear, “You ssshould have never kisssssed me, Draco.” He pulled out slowly, still pumping Draco’s solid length with his hand. “Wanted you sssso much for sssso long.” Harry thrust in sharply, striking solidly against Draco’s prostate. “Fantasssizzzed about fucking your sssexy arssse ssssince sssixth year, and sssucking that gorgeoussss cock of yourssss.”

Draco knees nearly buckled when his bollocks tightened, the feel of Potter’s hand on his prick and Potter’s cock constantly nudging his prostate while Harry whispered that mysterious language into his ear was nearly too much to bear. His hole spasmed around Harry’s girth when he came, shooting all over Harry’s hand and the wall in front of them.

Harry groaned when he felt Draco’s body tighten around him, pulling him over the edge, too. He ground forward against Draco’s bum and emptied himself into the other man, sucking at the cord of his neck and putting his own mark on the blond before collapsing against him to catch his breath.

Draco shivered as Harry’s breath ghosted over his heated skin, and Harry took that as his cue to get off the other man. He pushed away from the wall and Draco winced as Harry’s cock, still half-hard, slipped from his body. Draco looked thoroughly debauched standing there with his arse on display, his body glistening with sweat, his forearms still braced against the wall, a bright red welt blooming on the side of his neck and Harry’s come dripping from his still twitching hole. Harry fought the urge to take him again, before the other man regained enough control of himself to turn around and hex him.

Harry almost apologized when Draco turned to face him, kicking himself for losing control and giving in to fantasies he’d convinced himself he could never act upon.

“Just so you know, Potter,” Draco drawled, trademark Malfoy sneer firmly in place again, “next time, I top.”

Harry couldn’t help it. He started to laugh.

“Think that’s funny, do you, Potter?” Malfoy quipped, clearly annoyed at being laughed at.

“Not funny, no, Draco,” Harry said soothingly before stealing a quick kiss. “It’s just always the same with us, always a battle for control. But this is one competition that I think we might both win if we play it right.” And with that, Harry grabbed Draco’s arm and Apparated, taking them both to his room at Grimmauld Place. He tossed the lube from the bedside table to the still naked man before shoving his own trousers and pants down around his knees and leaning over the bed, wiggling his arse in invitation.
 
 
lijahloverlijahlover on April 30th, 2011 08:08 pm (UTC)
Oh and I looked everywhere for a locked symbol *sighs*