it meant that there was no resistance as Harry hooked his fingers over both waistbands and pulled down, freeing Malfoy's cock, which was so hard it almost hit the bottom of his waistcoat.
*THUD*
What? I mean-- how? Is this-? I can't.... No. Really. NO.
I can't actually talk about the facial. Perhaps one day, in time, and after a good deal of therapy. Whimpering isn't anywhere near adequate for this. It's more along the lines of the sort of sound you make when your brain is actually melting inside your head and dripping out of your ears like warm honey. LIKE THAT.
Not when Malfoy was stroking himself through it, or when Harry was covered in him, or when everything felt so beautifully hazy.
OR WHEN HARRY WAS COVERED IN HIM. Just take a minute to think about what you've done here. Are you proud of yourself? ARE YOU? (I know full well you will be. I bet you're cackling away like the evil, scheming, genius ratbag that you are).
"Thought you didn't like restraints," Malfoy whispered.
"Not on me." Harry's voice sounded different as it echoed through his ears, closer to a growl. Malfoy shivered under him.
OH WOO HOO!
His eyes landed on Malfoy's neck, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants.
Oh Harry, you sly dog! And leaving the jacket on, and the trail of blond hair, and ohhh godddd, He waited, feeling Malfoy's back rising and falling beneath him, feeling Malfoy's fingers scrabble at the hem of his t-shirt, the scrabbling fingers, oh. And demanding and disdainful bottoming! \o/ Now isn't that a joy? And Harry rising to the occasion, oh, quite beautifully. It's so gorgeous, so raw, the way they both let themselves utterly give in to it. ♥ And it's so breathtakingly intimate that it feels like a slap in the face when Malfoy puts all that distance between them and won't even LOOK at Harry, oh god *fistbite*. It's absolutely brutal, but the best thing is WE KNOW WHY, we totally know, the colder he acts, the more it's because he is MELTING INSIDE for Harry. He's completely fucked. And he knows it. And he can't even LOOK at him. *cackles and hugs you*
The ending is absolutely storming. I love the way you didn't flinch away from Malfoy being such a 100% tosser. And Harry not being crushed, but furious and disbelieving. And his boots pounding across Canary Wharf ♥ (LOVE that detail, and I was in discussion with 8c and who_la_hoop this week about an H/D tour of London? Where we would take people to all the notable spots featured in H/D fics? So that reminds me to add this to the top of the list ;)). And then the final 3 paragraphs ARE SUBLIME. They make me want to do an air punch, except I am British and it would look stupid. OK, stupider.
But really. This is so perfect. So dirty. So tense and hot and frustrating and SATISFYING and AMAZING. And you've really done it now, haven't you, because how can you leave it THERE, when it's sooooo good and aaaaaaargh? HOW? We'll be pestering you for sequels for the rest of your bloody days now. It's your own fault entirely; I could have warned you. But you would go and write this, and now look *points to icon* A poor, defenceless innocent little bird is DEAD because of you. And on my birthday, too. You're heartless. Heartless and amazing and the most impossibly lovely git ever. Thank you soooooooo much. It was really a very good way to die. ♥
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Date: 2016-09-29 08:49 pm (UTC)it meant that there was no resistance as Harry hooked his fingers over both waistbands and pulled down, freeing Malfoy's cock, which was so hard it almost hit the bottom of his waistcoat.
*THUD*
What? I mean-- how? Is this-? I can't.... No. Really. NO.
I can't actually talk about the facial. Perhaps one day, in time, and after a good deal of therapy. Whimpering isn't anywhere near adequate for this. It's more along the lines of the sort of sound you make when your brain is actually melting inside your head and dripping out of your ears like warm honey. LIKE THAT.
Not when Malfoy was stroking himself through it, or when Harry was covered in him, or when everything felt so beautifully hazy.
OR WHEN HARRY WAS COVERED IN HIM. Just take a minute to think about what you've done here. Are you proud of yourself? ARE YOU? (I know full well you will be. I bet you're cackling away like the evil, scheming, genius ratbag that you are).
"Thought you didn't like restraints," Malfoy whispered.
"Not on me." Harry's voice sounded different as it echoed through his ears, closer to a growl. Malfoy shivered under him.
OH WOO HOO!
His eyes landed on Malfoy's neck, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants.
Oh Harry, you sly dog! And leaving the jacket on, and the trail of blond hair, and ohhh godddd, He waited, feeling Malfoy's back rising and falling beneath him, feeling Malfoy's fingers scrabble at the hem of his t-shirt, the scrabbling fingers, oh. And demanding and disdainful bottoming! \o/ Now isn't that a joy? And Harry rising to the occasion, oh, quite beautifully. It's so gorgeous, so raw, the way they both let themselves utterly give in to it. ♥ And it's so breathtakingly intimate that it feels like a slap in the face when Malfoy puts all that distance between them and won't even LOOK at Harry, oh god *fistbite*. It's absolutely brutal, but the best thing is WE KNOW WHY, we totally know, the colder he acts, the more it's because he is MELTING INSIDE for Harry. He's completely fucked. And he knows it. And he can't even LOOK at him. *cackles and hugs you*
The ending is absolutely storming. I love the way you didn't flinch away from Malfoy being such a 100% tosser. And Harry not being crushed, but furious and disbelieving. And his boots pounding across Canary Wharf ♥ (LOVE that detail, and I was in discussion with
But really. This is so perfect. So dirty. So tense and hot and frustrating and SATISFYING and AMAZING. And you've really done it now, haven't you, because how can you leave it THERE, when it's sooooo good and aaaaaaargh? HOW? We'll be pestering you for sequels for the rest of your bloody days now. It's your own fault entirely; I could have warned you. But you would go and write this, and now look *points to icon* A poor, defenceless innocent little bird is DEAD because of you. And on my birthday, too. You're heartless. Heartless and amazing and the most impossibly lovely git ever. Thank you soooooooo much. It was really a very good way to die. ♥