Birthday fic
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enableloveTitle: Porny Postcards
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hd_obsession
Disclaimer: I am not JKR. This is intended for fun, not harm. No profit will be made.
Word Count: 626
Summary: Draco has gone out of town. Harry and Draco write each other some rather interesting postcards.
Warnings: Not DH compliant? Dirty talk (well dirty text).
Rating: R
A/N: This is forenchanted_jae in honor of her belated birthday. She wanted: H/D, naturally, and I'd like them to send post cards to one another that say rather tame things on them until the recipient is in private and says an incantation to reveal something smutty. This is also for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_fluff’s June prompt of Holiday in your Hometown where the boys are vacationing in the place where you grew up. Though this prompt was stretched a bit, hopefully it still qualifies!
Harry was sitting home alone waiting for the day’s post. He was expecting a certain something from his blonde-haired lover; a postcard, to be exact. And not a normal postcard either.
Draco had gone to Kenya to study the plants and animals there in his research to find a potion as the antidote to lycanthropy. Remus was still suffering and since the war, he and Draco had gotten close. Draco wanted to do this little thing to give back to the man that had done so much for him.
So he had gone to Kenya and it had already been 3 weeks. 3 long weeks.
So they had made up a little game as well to get them through any boredom that may occur and to tease each other in the process. And to show each other how much they missed each other.
Harry and Draco would each take pictures with their camera, in the exact size of a postcard, of something innocuous such as the couch in their living room or the coffee field and other such things but charm it so that when a certain incantation was said then the ice would turn into a moving video of what they would do in the privacy of their bedroom once Draco got back home.
And on the back they wrote what they would do to each other. That too had to be revealed using an incantation. Otherwise it just said things like, “I miss you,” “Still no results,” “Hopefully come home soon,” “The house has been very quiet,” and other things that were tame and would lead nobody to believe that beneath this text was written some very lewd and graphic things.
Draco would write, “As soon as I get home, I’m going to rip your clothes off with my teeth and lick every single part of your body. You are going to be begging me for mercy by the time I get done. But I still won’t give your relief. I’ll take you to the very height of your release before backing off each and every time. Then I’ll suck you and take you in so deep, you’ve never felt anything better. And then, and only when I say you can, you can come, in my mouth, over my face, anything. But only when I give you permission.”
Harry would write in response, “As soon as you walk through that door, you won’t know what hit you. Your clothes would be vanished and your gorgeous body will be at my mercy. All of it. I’m going to bite and lick and tease your lips, your nipples, your taut stomach, and your inner thighs. All of the skin that gets you so worked up, so hard and aching for me and then I’m going to stretch you. With my tongue, fingers, whatever it takes to get you open and willing. And I’ll ease into you, torturously slow. You’ll be screaming for me to go faster but I’ll have to resist, because I have to make up for months of not seeing your gorgeous face, Draco. And I’ll take pity on you and speed up; go faster and harder and deeper, hitting your sweet spot each and every time. And you’ll come, harder than you thought possible. Your screams will be silenced with my mouth and I’ll follow right after. Inside you.”
Harry and Draco would both get so worked up over these postcards that they had wanked themselves raw.
But they did what they had to do. After all, in only a few more weeks they would get to see each other in the flesh and follow through on all those promises.
But until then, they wrote and photographed and teased, waiting until that day.
A/N 2: Yes I grew up in Kenya until I was 4, then moved to Texas. Also, this is my first time doing smut, so take pity on me!
Comments are ♥ people!!!
Author:
hd_obsessionDisclaimer: I am not JKR. This is intended for fun, not harm. No profit will be made.
Word Count: 626
Summary: Draco has gone out of town. Harry and Draco write each other some rather interesting postcards.
Warnings: Not DH compliant? Dirty talk (well dirty text).
Rating: R
A/N: This is for
enchanted_jae in honor of her belated birthday. She wanted: H/D, naturally, and I'd like them to send post cards to one another that say rather tame things on them until the recipient is in private and says an incantation to reveal something smutty. This is also for hd_fluff’s June prompt of Holiday in your Hometown where the boys are vacationing in the place where you grew up. Though this prompt was stretched a bit, hopefully it still qualifies!Harry was sitting home alone waiting for the day’s post. He was expecting a certain something from his blonde-haired lover; a postcard, to be exact. And not a normal postcard either.
Draco had gone to Kenya to study the plants and animals there in his research to find a potion as the antidote to lycanthropy. Remus was still suffering and since the war, he and Draco had gotten close. Draco wanted to do this little thing to give back to the man that had done so much for him.
So he had gone to Kenya and it had already been 3 weeks. 3 long weeks.
So they had made up a little game as well to get them through any boredom that may occur and to tease each other in the process. And to show each other how much they missed each other.
Harry and Draco would each take pictures with their camera, in the exact size of a postcard, of something innocuous such as the couch in their living room or the coffee field and other such things but charm it so that when a certain incantation was said then the ice would turn into a moving video of what they would do in the privacy of their bedroom once Draco got back home.
And on the back they wrote what they would do to each other. That too had to be revealed using an incantation. Otherwise it just said things like, “I miss you,” “Still no results,” “Hopefully come home soon,” “The house has been very quiet,” and other things that were tame and would lead nobody to believe that beneath this text was written some very lewd and graphic things.
Draco would write, “As soon as I get home, I’m going to rip your clothes off with my teeth and lick every single part of your body. You are going to be begging me for mercy by the time I get done. But I still won’t give your relief. I’ll take you to the very height of your release before backing off each and every time. Then I’ll suck you and take you in so deep, you’ve never felt anything better. And then, and only when I say you can, you can come, in my mouth, over my face, anything. But only when I give you permission.”
Harry would write in response, “As soon as you walk through that door, you won’t know what hit you. Your clothes would be vanished and your gorgeous body will be at my mercy. All of it. I’m going to bite and lick and tease your lips, your nipples, your taut stomach, and your inner thighs. All of the skin that gets you so worked up, so hard and aching for me and then I’m going to stretch you. With my tongue, fingers, whatever it takes to get you open and willing. And I’ll ease into you, torturously slow. You’ll be screaming for me to go faster but I’ll have to resist, because I have to make up for months of not seeing your gorgeous face, Draco. And I’ll take pity on you and speed up; go faster and harder and deeper, hitting your sweet spot each and every time. And you’ll come, harder than you thought possible. Your screams will be silenced with my mouth and I’ll follow right after. Inside you.”
Harry and Draco would both get so worked up over these postcards that they had wanked themselves raw.
But they did what they had to do. After all, in only a few more weeks they would get to see each other in the flesh and follow through on all those promises.
But until then, they wrote and photographed and teased, waiting until that day.
A/N 2: Yes I grew up in Kenya until I was 4, then moved to Texas. Also, this is my first time doing smut, so take pity on me!
Comments are ♥ people!!!
