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Mar. 30th, 2009 03:43 pmdripping_cherryTitle: Between Us
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dripping_cherry
Beta:nursedarry
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Harry/Scorpius/Draco, implied Harry/Scorpius
Wordcount:515
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: implied infidelity, double-penetration, incest
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This was written for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Draco knows there's something he can't give Harry.
A/N: Written as a birthday gift forpiratesmile331, whose prompt was delirious.
We are alone.
It's just the two of us.
No matter how many times I repeat that to myself, I still don't believe it's true.
He is here with us—again—in our thoughts, in our kiss, in our desperate, searching touches.
We cannot go back. I can't pretend it never happened. The memory will haunt me forever. You have branded him into my skin and into my soul. Now I burn for him as I burn for you.
It must have been a delirious fantasy, my mind playing tricks on me when my body was ablaze and I didn't know what was real and what was a phantom created by the jealousy that raged through me. Yes, that's what it must have been. You would not have gone that far. I would not have stooped so low.
Yet he was here, in our bedroom, and I couldn't keep my feet from moving as I stepped up behind him to help you peel off his clothes. My breath stopped as I pulled back his shirt, revealing the broad, pale shoulders. Only semi-aware of what I was doing, I started kissing that dewy skin. I breathed his citrus scent deep into my lungs, so that next time you were late coming home from work, I would know exactly what you were experiencing.
But he was just a hallucination, of course. If he had really been here, he wouldn't have let me kiss a trail up his neck, nip his ear, or stuff my hand down the front of his jeans. He wouldn't have rested his head back against my shoulder and moaned as you rubbed yourself against him, my hand caught in between both your cocks.
I can't blame you for going to him. He is like a live sculpture of me so many years ago, when you were too busy fighting a war to notice how I looked at you, to consider the possibilities. I won't deny you the chance to make up for what you have missed, something I can no longer give you. But I can't pretend that I will ever have you to myself again, that you aren't thinking of him when you have me pinned beneath you. So I will share you with him, if you will share him with me. Then I can taste what you taste, touch what you touch, and breathe in the scent that invigorates you and makes you young again.
Yes, you were different when he was here. Full of life and burning with intensity. Even when all he did was sit back and watch as you drove your cock into me, fucking me harder and faster than you ever have before.
I admit he looked intoxicating, cheeks flushed and hair tousled after we'd both just had him. He fit perfectly between us, molded so well to our bodies as we rode him together, our cocks rubbing against one another inside him. Lost in our passion, we kissed over his shoulder as he tensed and cried out and came. Between us.
He will always be between us.
Author:
dripping_cherry Beta:
nursedarryPairing: Harry/Draco, Harry/Scorpius/Draco, implied Harry/Scorpius
Wordcount:515
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: implied infidelity, double-penetration, incest
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This was written for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Draco knows there's something he can't give Harry.
A/N: Written as a birthday gift for
piratesmile331, whose prompt was delirious. We are alone.
It's just the two of us.
No matter how many times I repeat that to myself, I still don't believe it's true.
He is here with us—again—in our thoughts, in our kiss, in our desperate, searching touches.
We cannot go back. I can't pretend it never happened. The memory will haunt me forever. You have branded him into my skin and into my soul. Now I burn for him as I burn for you.
It must have been a delirious fantasy, my mind playing tricks on me when my body was ablaze and I didn't know what was real and what was a phantom created by the jealousy that raged through me. Yes, that's what it must have been. You would not have gone that far. I would not have stooped so low.
Yet he was here, in our bedroom, and I couldn't keep my feet from moving as I stepped up behind him to help you peel off his clothes. My breath stopped as I pulled back his shirt, revealing the broad, pale shoulders. Only semi-aware of what I was doing, I started kissing that dewy skin. I breathed his citrus scent deep into my lungs, so that next time you were late coming home from work, I would know exactly what you were experiencing.
But he was just a hallucination, of course. If he had really been here, he wouldn't have let me kiss a trail up his neck, nip his ear, or stuff my hand down the front of his jeans. He wouldn't have rested his head back against my shoulder and moaned as you rubbed yourself against him, my hand caught in between both your cocks.
I can't blame you for going to him. He is like a live sculpture of me so many years ago, when you were too busy fighting a war to notice how I looked at you, to consider the possibilities. I won't deny you the chance to make up for what you have missed, something I can no longer give you. But I can't pretend that I will ever have you to myself again, that you aren't thinking of him when you have me pinned beneath you. So I will share you with him, if you will share him with me. Then I can taste what you taste, touch what you touch, and breathe in the scent that invigorates you and makes you young again.
Yes, you were different when he was here. Full of life and burning with intensity. Even when all he did was sit back and watch as you drove your cock into me, fucking me harder and faster than you ever have before.
I admit he looked intoxicating, cheeks flushed and hair tousled after we'd both just had him. He fit perfectly between us, molded so well to our bodies as we rode him together, our cocks rubbing against one another inside him. Lost in our passion, we kissed over his shoulder as he tensed and cried out and came. Between us.
He will always be between us.
