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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Out_of_Character, Sexual_Content, First_Time, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Romance
  Collections:
      HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2006-11-01 Words: 724
****** Too late? ******
by devilfancy [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Sometimes one touch is all it takes, and then it may be too late.
     Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling.
Notes
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     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
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It was too late the moment he had allowed forbidden hands on his body. Draco
Malfoy knew that with absolute certainty. Draco also knew with absolute
certainty that death would be the only thing that could ever stop them now.
It had been out of control from the very first moment Harry Potter had touched
him, but once Potter started working his hands behind Draco's back, pushing
down to grab his arse and grind, it had become a blazing inferno.
They writhed and grunted and ground their way to orgasm, fast and dirty. Draco
came with Potter's teeth biting into his neck and tingling from his fingers all
the way to his toes. The inside of his throat was scrubbed raw with small
screams as Harry continued to rut against him, letting out harsh, enthusiastic
groans, hot against Draco's skin.
The blond was practically boneless in Potter's arms, too stunned to do anything
else but be used by the other man. Finally Potter stiffened, letting out a
long, pained moan against Draco's fine Italian silk shirt. Malfoy's hips
twitched uncontrollably for long seconds as they both panted, and then, legs no
longer able to hold them, they both slid to the ground in a tangle of sweaty
limbs.
Suddenly the word's "Fuck it" spilled out of Potter's mouth and Draco found
himself tugged forcefully toward the other man. Potter claimed his mouth like
it had always belonged to him, as though it were his right. Forceful and
intoxicating. Draco groaned into the kiss and opened his mouth to Potter's
probing tongue. His hand slid down to grope the his new lovers ripe arse as he
began licking at Potter’s lips. Pressing slim hips against his own, Harry
groaned and canted his hips forward just a little, almost involuntarily as
Malfoy's tongue darted into his mouth tasting, dueling fiercely with his own.
A short blunt fingernail scraped lightly over his nipple and Harry whined as he
was pulled ever tighter into his enemies embrace. The blond was going to drive
him insane. He clutched at Draco’s shoulder with one hand, and the other
tangled in his lovers hair occasionally pulling the blonde strands almost
painfully.
Draco could feel Harry’s cock throbbing in time with his own as they slid
against one another, sending shocks throughout his body. Draco rolled himself
atop him, loving the way Potter’s thighs immediately spread, bending slightly
at the knee to allow him to rest between his legs.
Curse green eyes stared up at him and he fucking had to put a mark on Harry or
die trying.
Tongue and teeth and blood and Harry had stopped being able to form full words
and was now just shivering constantly as the blond branded him as his own.
Draco couldn't help the way his cock throbbed at the surprised yet heated hiss
of breath that escaped Harry's lips as he licked hungrily at the oozing wound.
Then he was furiously tongue-fucking Potter’s mouth and panting, purring as his
hands caressed every inch of skin they could.
“Oh!” Harry gasped out and then proceeded to moan in agonized delight as Malfoy
continued ravishing him with his tongue, tasting the copper tang of his own
blood in the other mans mouth.
Potter surged upwards, hands clutching wildly at Malfoy's shoulders. He ground
his pelvis in a circle against Draco's groin, delighting at the rasping moan it
summoned from deep in the blonds throat.
Draco ceased his drawn out teasing, choosing instead to sink deeper between his
thighs, moving with little jabbing, shallow thrusts against Harry's groin that
soon had the sweat rolling off both of them.
Wildly gyrating his hips and convulsively grasping fingers in the silver silk
strands marked the occasion as Harry Potter came both loudly and violently in
Draco Malfoy's arms, skin barely containing his pleasure as he bucked
helplessly against his silver-eyed lover.
A low cry of need was torn from deep within Draco as he crushed their mouths
together once more, loving the hiss his lover had made as he came. The spark of
white-hot lust returned to his gaze as he thrust hard against Harry’s eager
body.
The universe exploded into millions of tiny fragments and all either of them
could manage was to thrash powerlessly against the onslaught of sensations.
Too late?
Was there ever any doubt?
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