FICLET: War Orphans - 10 (Dean/Draco)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: War orphans - 10
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: the haunted corner
Rating: R
Word count: 1082
AN: Part ten of thirteen. Warnings for sex, suppressed angst and a silly dialogue.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 10
Draco’s footsteps echoed softly along the first-floor corridors. The castle was quiet; most of the school was out on the Quidditch pitch watching the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game. As he walked, he could hear distant cheering and booing whenever a goal was scored or something or other happened. Though he still cared about Quidditch, he didn’t want to be near these games ever again; he wasn’t part of it anymore.
He was to meet Dean back there after the game. The Gryffindor had said the team would go celebrate their victory in the Common room and he would volunteer to close the changing rooms so they could find some time alone. Draco had rolled his eyes.
He stayed close to the windows to keep an eye on the pitch and listen out for signs of the Snitch being caught—Hooch’s whistle was always loud enough.
When he turned round the corner he suddenly froze. There was water at his feet—a huge, thin puddle of clear water that crept steadily down the dusty corridor.
He was near Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. The whole floor was dark and glistening. Through the open door, her shrill whining mingled with the sound of several taps running.
For a moment it crossed his mind to walk over there and close the taps. With his hand against the damp stone wall, he gazed out at the bathroom door. But then he turned away. He still couldn’t.
…
“Don’t wait for me,” Dean said, finally getting to take his Quidditch gear off. “I still need to take a shower.”
“Gonna take you that long?” the Beater teased, stuffing his jumper into his bag.
“Maybe it will,” Dean replied cheekily.
His teammate’s reply was drowned into the hiss of the showerhead. After a while, he didn’t hear anything more, so his teammate must have left. Dean lifted his face up, enjoying the warm water, not wanting to step back out in the chill air. Draco was supposed to meet him near the locker rooms; he wondered if he’d be already there. He stepped out reluctantly from the shower and grabbed a towel just in case people burst in unexpected. He walked over to the locker room, nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw the dark and pale shape of Draco sitting on the bench right next to the door-less opening which led to the showers.
The blond looked up at him, the faint hint of a smirk hovering on his face.
Dean smiled and waited for him to get up and come kiss him.
“We kicked the little snakes’ arses,” Dean said as he nibbled at his lover’s lips.
“Snakes don’t have arses,” Draco pointed out under his breath.
“So that’s why they can’t fly,” Dean said in mock epiphany. “Explains a lot.”
“Shut up,” Draco shuddered.
Dean grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back into the showers where it felt warmer and more… well, if anyone burst in, they wouldn’t catch them snogging right away. He dragged Draco to the very back, wanting to get more and more action with each step. Draco cursed when he made him step in water, and they accidentally set a shower on, but Dean made him spin around and pushed him into the wall to distract him.
Draco didn’t seem cross too long, and he tasted so good it made Dean feel high.
“I want to see you,” the blond breathed, breaking the kiss to worry his ear instead. His hands were brushing lower and lower near the towel around Dean’s waist. Dean ravished his lips into another slow, breathtaking kiss, giving himself a moment to think, but his body thought faster and told him he quite liked the feel of Draco’s hands on his skin, and being completely naked might feel nice. Pulling his left hand away from Draco, he loosened the towel, which fell to the floor at once. Their eyes were still closed. Draco pulled him closer almost desperately. His half-drenched clothes felt warm and cold; it was kind of hot but also uncomfortable. He briefly drew back to look Draco in the eye and then started to undress him too.
He had never been particularly shy, and boarding school sure had killed any sense of reserve he may have had left, but it was one thing to be naked, and a whole other thing to undress a boy. He freed the buttons one by one, feeling dizzyingly aroused as the white shirt revealed pale skin. There were thin, angry scars on his chest, and a particularly nasty slash which he thought he had felt once; he gave Draco a questioning look but the blond just shook his head and claimed his mouth back.
Their tongues started to fuck. Within moments, Draco was naked too and they were rubbing messily against each other, panting heavily. Draco had to gasp for air, and Dean was left with his head spinning, wanting more from Draco.
He dropped to his knees, and before he even knew what he was doing, he had this wonderful cock in his mouth, and Draco let out a loud moan. Dean smirked inwardly—yes, that was more like it.
It felt so right and so fucking good. He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it but judging by the sounds that were coming from Draco’s throat and his grip on his shoulder and neck, it probably felt good; he loved what he was doing anyway, not daring to try and take it all in just yet but reveling in just swirling his tongue, sucking and stroking, fondling him, fisting himself in the process…
“Dean…”
He didn’t stop, the way his name sounded only making him moan around Draco. He barely had time to pull back when Draco came; he held him until his arm dropped, and he buried his face against Draco’s thigh as the gorgeous gasps brought him over the edge.
Draco made him move a little to the side when he dropped to the floor, and they both sat against the wall. Dean didn’t realize he was still holding his own crotch until he felt Draco nudge his hand away. He opened his eyes and their gazes met.
Draco shuffled over to straddle his lap and kissed him soundly, making Dean feel grateful that he was already on the floor, however uncomfortable the tiles were.
“I wanted you to fuck me,” he heard Draco whisper against his mouth.
Dean moaned. “Don’t say that…”
Back to part 9 --- Part 11
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: the haunted corner
Rating: R
Word count: 1082
AN: Part ten of thirteen. Warnings for sex, suppressed angst and a silly dialogue.
Link to prompt table: here!
Draco’s footsteps echoed softly along the first-floor corridors. The castle was quiet; most of the school was out on the Quidditch pitch watching the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game. As he walked, he could hear distant cheering and booing whenever a goal was scored or something or other happened. Though he still cared about Quidditch, he didn’t want to be near these games ever again; he wasn’t part of it anymore.
He was to meet Dean back there after the game. The Gryffindor had said the team would go celebrate their victory in the Common room and he would volunteer to close the changing rooms so they could find some time alone. Draco had rolled his eyes.
He stayed close to the windows to keep an eye on the pitch and listen out for signs of the Snitch being caught—Hooch’s whistle was always loud enough.
When he turned round the corner he suddenly froze. There was water at his feet—a huge, thin puddle of clear water that crept steadily down the dusty corridor.
He was near Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. The whole floor was dark and glistening. Through the open door, her shrill whining mingled with the sound of several taps running.
For a moment it crossed his mind to walk over there and close the taps. With his hand against the damp stone wall, he gazed out at the bathroom door. But then he turned away. He still couldn’t.
“Don’t wait for me,” Dean said, finally getting to take his Quidditch gear off. “I still need to take a shower.”
“Gonna take you that long?” the Beater teased, stuffing his jumper into his bag.
“Maybe it will,” Dean replied cheekily.
His teammate’s reply was drowned into the hiss of the showerhead. After a while, he didn’t hear anything more, so his teammate must have left. Dean lifted his face up, enjoying the warm water, not wanting to step back out in the chill air. Draco was supposed to meet him near the locker rooms; he wondered if he’d be already there. He stepped out reluctantly from the shower and grabbed a towel just in case people burst in unexpected. He walked over to the locker room, nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw the dark and pale shape of Draco sitting on the bench right next to the door-less opening which led to the showers.
The blond looked up at him, the faint hint of a smirk hovering on his face.
Dean smiled and waited for him to get up and come kiss him.
“We kicked the little snakes’ arses,” Dean said as he nibbled at his lover’s lips.
“Snakes don’t have arses,” Draco pointed out under his breath.
“So that’s why they can’t fly,” Dean said in mock epiphany. “Explains a lot.”
“Shut up,” Draco shuddered.
Dean grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back into the showers where it felt warmer and more… well, if anyone burst in, they wouldn’t catch them snogging right away. He dragged Draco to the very back, wanting to get more and more action with each step. Draco cursed when he made him step in water, and they accidentally set a shower on, but Dean made him spin around and pushed him into the wall to distract him.
Draco didn’t seem cross too long, and he tasted so good it made Dean feel high.
“I want to see you,” the blond breathed, breaking the kiss to worry his ear instead. His hands were brushing lower and lower near the towel around Dean’s waist. Dean ravished his lips into another slow, breathtaking kiss, giving himself a moment to think, but his body thought faster and told him he quite liked the feel of Draco’s hands on his skin, and being completely naked might feel nice. Pulling his left hand away from Draco, he loosened the towel, which fell to the floor at once. Their eyes were still closed. Draco pulled him closer almost desperately. His half-drenched clothes felt warm and cold; it was kind of hot but also uncomfortable. He briefly drew back to look Draco in the eye and then started to undress him too.
He had never been particularly shy, and boarding school sure had killed any sense of reserve he may have had left, but it was one thing to be naked, and a whole other thing to undress a boy. He freed the buttons one by one, feeling dizzyingly aroused as the white shirt revealed pale skin. There were thin, angry scars on his chest, and a particularly nasty slash which he thought he had felt once; he gave Draco a questioning look but the blond just shook his head and claimed his mouth back.
Their tongues started to fuck. Within moments, Draco was naked too and they were rubbing messily against each other, panting heavily. Draco had to gasp for air, and Dean was left with his head spinning, wanting more from Draco.
He dropped to his knees, and before he even knew what he was doing, he had this wonderful cock in his mouth, and Draco let out a loud moan. Dean smirked inwardly—yes, that was more like it.
It felt so right and so fucking good. He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it but judging by the sounds that were coming from Draco’s throat and his grip on his shoulder and neck, it probably felt good; he loved what he was doing anyway, not daring to try and take it all in just yet but reveling in just swirling his tongue, sucking and stroking, fondling him, fisting himself in the process…
“Dean…”
He didn’t stop, the way his name sounded only making him moan around Draco. He barely had time to pull back when Draco came; he held him until his arm dropped, and he buried his face against Draco’s thigh as the gorgeous gasps brought him over the edge.
Draco made him move a little to the side when he dropped to the floor, and they both sat against the wall. Dean didn’t realize he was still holding his own crotch until he felt Draco nudge his hand away. He opened his eyes and their gazes met.
Draco shuffled over to straddle his lap and kissed him soundly, making Dean feel grateful that he was already on the floor, however uncomfortable the tiles were.
“I wanted you to fuck me,” he heard Draco whisper against his mouth.
Dean moaned. “Don’t say that…”
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