Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Lost Time
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning: Frotting, Toppy!Harry, Fluff & Porn (actually, if it's R-rated, do I get to call it erotica?)
Word Count: ~1000
Status: Complete
Summary: Harry wants to catch up on his teenage fantasies. (And I want to see Draco tied up with Harry's tie and long blond hair splayed over green grass. So this is clearly a win-win sort of deal between Harry and I.)
Note: Bah! I just realized I didn't write anything for the awdt's prompt and I promised myself I'll do so every week to practise my writing. So here's a bit of PWP for the choice of setting or a discussion point. I picked a picnic spot.

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Lost Time

 

Harry slowly unbuttoned Draco's shirt, licking his lips as the material fell open and revealed a pale, lean chest. Gently, Harry trailed his fingertips over the smooth skin, loving the way muscles quivered underneath his touch. Harry intensified the pressure, raking blunt nails over Draco's flat abdomen. The muscles there clenched as the faint red traces appeared on the sweat-slicked skin. Draco took a deep breath and arched upwards, seeking more, his nipples sticking out invitingly as he did so. Harry's fingers caught one small, pink nub and pinched the sensitive flesh, enjoying the resulting moan that tumbled from Draco's lips.

Draco was a sight — lying on the blanket placed amidst the neatly mowed lawn; his long blond hair tousled, making Harry glad that there were no mirrors around so Draco couldn't see himself; his lips red and puffy from Harry's earlier assault, and his body covered with a sheen of sweat, from heat and Harry's slow teasing.

Looking at the enticingly wicked mouth that parted to utter a soft moan, Harry forgot to tease the nipple between his fingers, and instead, leaned down to abuse the lush lips some more. He stuck out his tongue, licking Draco's bottom lip before pushing his tongue in the sweet warmth of Draco's mouth. Draco hummed his approval, opening his mouth to accept the intrusion. They intertwined their tongues with sinuous, serpent-like moves that made Harry's toes curl and hips twitch.

After a few breathless moments, Harry regretfully ended the kiss, looking down at the silver eyes that burned with desire.

"We have to hurry," Harry murmured. "Or McGonagall will catch us."

Draco squinted at him, his eyes narrowing to slits, the bright sunlight clearly making it difficult for him to glare up at Harry. "You do realize that we're in our backyard, not Hogwarts?" he asked exasperatedly.

Harry frowned and pouted. "Play along." He emphasized his request by rolling his hips, a move that earned him more pretty sounds from the blond between whose thighs Harry was comfortably settled. Draco's long legs wrapped themselves around Harry's waist even tighter.

"Right." Draco agreed, gritting his teeth. "We skipped our lessons and snuck out for a picnic by the lake. Like the silly teenagers that we are," Draco said in a deadpan voice.

Harry nodded empathically. "And we could get caught any second now," he reminded. "Someone could see you sprawled on a blanket, half-naked and helpless beneath your ... um ... nemesis?"

Draco rolled his eyes and shook a strand of pale hair from his eyes. "I'm surprised you didn't ask me to put my school robes on."

"The tie will do." Harry smirked.

"One is supposed to wear it around their neck not around their wrists," Draco complained, lifting his tied hands and examining them distastefully. "Did you have to use your tie? The colours are making me queasy."

Harry grabbed Draco's wrists and pushed his hands back on the ground above Draco's head, at the same time wriggling his hips just a little. "It's only proper. You are tied to a Gryffindor for life."

"A Gryffindor and a bloody tease," Draco growled and bucked his hips violently, making Harry gasp and then yelp in surprise as Draco stretched his crossed legs a little, and then brought them harshly back to their original position, effectively smacking Harry's bum with the back of his shoes. Narrowing his eyes and still gripping Draco's wrists firmly, Harry pushed back roughly, thrusting his pelvis and rubbing their clothed bodies together so violently it almost hurt.

Draco gasped as he tried to free his hands, his hips working together with Harry's, thrusting upwards in a circular motion.

"Harry — Merlin — clothes! We'll get — dirty."

Harry laughed breathlessly, not breaking off his frantic rhythm — the friction felt too good for Harry to stop now. "We're teenager in school, remember. This is how —" Harry paused to moan, "— impatient teenagers do it. Or so I heard."

Draco groaned and then bucked, arching his back and baring his neck. Harry leaned in and bit down on the unprotected skin, making Draco hiss and curse even as he tipped his head to one side, giving Harry better access. Harry attacked Draco's ear instead, tugging on the lobe with his teeth and tracing the shell with his tongue, never pausing the furious grinding against Draco's arousal. Draco was shivering and hissing as Harry purposely curved his spine and rubbed his clothed chest over Draco's bare skin. The feeling must have been torturous for Draco's oversensitive nipples, because the blond couldn't seem to stop his moans and increasingly loud whimpers.

After long moments in which Harry felt sweat break out on his back where the sun burned him even through his clothes, Draco's body shuddered in release and the strong thighs gripped Harry painfully, heels digging into his arse, almost completely preventing him from moving. Harry gathered his strength and rose up a little, gripping Draco's wrists for support as he picked up speed and adjusted his angle, rubbing himself shamelessly against Draco's still writhing body. After a couple of breathless moans and harsh jerks of his hips, Harry stiffened as intense pleasure coursed through him. With a growl and a shudder, he collapsed on top of his lover, still twitching from aftershocks of his powerful orgasm.

Unpleasant wetness spread inside his boxers and Harry grimaced at the feeling.

"What's next? We'll lock ourselves in a broom cupboard?" Draco asked, somehow managing to sound both amused and annoyed.

Harry raised his head to smile at the sated looking blond. "Not a bad idea."

Draco shook his head, lifting his tied hands to hook them around Harry's neck. "You are so wretchedly silly. And apparently, going through midlife crisis. But I love you anyway." He paused, considering. "You're one fortunate man."

"I know," Harry agreed before leaning for a soft, slow kiss. These were perhaps, Harry's favourite types of kisses — passionate and satisfying, but unhurried and gentle — the kind that melted his insides and made the world spin. "Mmm, we never had a chance to do this while at school. We've been too busy fighting. I'm just making up for lost time," Harry whispered against Draco's lips.

Draco looked at him indulgently with warm twinkling eyes. "Beyond silly," he said with certainty. "Come on," he added, sounding resigned. "Let's find a broom cupboard." Draco furrowed his brow and cocked his head, blinking in confusion. "Do we have one?"

Harry bit his lips, forming a different plan. He grabbed Draco's hands again and pressed them on the ground. "Actually," he grinned down at the wary but curious silver eyes, "I think I want to play detention now."

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Fin

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