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White Satin Skin	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Rowling made them. They all belong to her.

Disclaimer
the second: These characters are aged at a point in
time where they are over the age 18.

Title:
White Satin Skin

Author: Abremaline

Rating: NC17

Warning: Highly questionable consent.

Summary: Mostly PWP. �Rashy!fic�
(that is �mushy rape� for those who do not know the term) read with caution.

White Satin Skin

Red satin cloth slides slowly over pale
white skin. The soft shards of moonlight filtering through the muslin curtains
of the window leave the satin shining and the skin glowing. Harry finds his
eyes are fixated on the textures of both skin and sheet, each so soft and
smooth. The colour is such a glorious contrast against Draco�s skin, as though
he�s a shining angel in the midst of a bloody red sea. In his own way, Harry
imagines that Draco is exactly that. An angel caught in a war.

Hairless. Harry�s hand tugs the sheet from the foot of the bed a little more.
Draco�s chest is starting to be revealed beneath the satin, and it�s hairless.
Flawless � like his skin.

He yanks hard and the red satin flies away
from Draco�s body and towards his own. Shimmering, swirling and twisting before
laying itself in a pillowed pool upon the floor near Harry�s feet. His eyes
hover a moment over the satin where it landed before moving slowly back up
again to see shining body revealed. The bottom sheet bumps up in waves at
places, surrounding the perfect white body lain upon it. Like it�s a very
expensive canvas, and Draco is the portrait.

He�s hairless all over, but for those two
tufts, the hair on his head white as show and a slightly more golden patch that
decorates his groin like Christmas holly. Harry wonders how many people knew
the colours of Draco�s hair don�t quite match. Possibly, he thought, that he
could be the only one to ever be able to take the time to truly notice
something so trivial about the body laid before him.

Harry�s tanned and roughened hand moves to
lightly caress the skin just above one ankle. Its feels better than the satin
did, so much better. The hand absently moves up and down over the calf as green
eyes take in the sight before him � digesting it piece by piece. Perfection,
each bone and sinew seemed to have been placed with such a delicate care that
Harry knew he himself would never possess. Except for the way he would possess
it soon.

His hand ran lightly up the length of
Draco�s body as Harry walked from the foot of the bed to the top where the pale
hair lay splayed out across the red satin pillow. He leaned in, his head only
barely above the other man�s. Eye lids were closed securely over the harsh grey
eyes, deep in sleep still. Draco was so much more beautiful like this, without
those eyes staring at him in judgement. Like this they were hidden leaving only
the beauty behind. It let Harry admire his face like this.

The sharp strong, but yet somehow frail
structure of the high cheekbones, pointed chin and hard jaw line. Everything
that was the clich� of the upper classes, displayed itself in Draco�s
face. Even the thin jagged line of his
lips seemed to be of the classic stereotype. They looked not much more then
bone those lips, the ones that had scowled at him not long before over the
dinner table.

A finger slowly pressed down on that pink
line of lips as Harry wondered if they felt as hard as they looked. They
didn�t. Somehow, he had known they would not. They were soft under his finger
that pushed down harder still, soft as if they were the plumpest lips around.
Though he had known they would feel like this, he still marvelled at the
paradox of it. Perfect contradiction.

His finger suddenly broke through the line
of lips and into the moist mouth beyond them; Harry felt his breath still at
the shock and the feeling. He moaned as perfectly lined teeth moved to rest
lightly on the finger � just grazing softly against the skin. His other hand raised from his side to slide around Draco�s neck, it felt
as breakable as it looked.

Every morning for the past few months, the
entire time since he had taken Draco into his protection, Harry had been
staring at this neck. The one that was right now, so wonderfully laid out for
him upon the red satin canvas. All those
months, hidden away from the world, with only Draco for company, all he had been wanting to do, was pierce that skin - The very place
where his thumbnail marked right now.

The tongue in Draco�s mouth moved, glancing
along the length of Harry�s finger that was in there, causing him to moan
softly. Part of his brain registered the almost straggled sound of himself. He
moved the finger to push at the questing tongue, it reflected and twirled up
and around the length. The sensation went straight to his cock that was
concealed so barely by the gold quilted dressing gown he wore.

Harry started at the mouth. Lips no longer
seeming like a hard line as they were at this moment, plumped up around the
width of the finger in there. It was fascinating, as much as his body responded;
Draco�s eyes never once flicked open. He was reacting like this while
completely asleep.

The hand on Draco�s neck slipped down, travelling
over the collarbone that stuck out, down to the lean muscles of his chest.
There really was no hair there at all, none. Nothing ever marred Draco, he made
sure of it, even if no one but Harry ever saw him lately.

The hand moved down, slipping over the
lines, and bumps and plains of the pure white skin covering Draco�s abdomen. Not
a hair, a bruise or a scar anywhere to be found. This, Harry reflected, is what
had been driving him to wank so forcefully over the past months, the fact that
Draco bothered. Just for Harry, Draco bothered.

The mouth sucked and bit at Harry�s finger
as he pushed a second one in there. Draco�s tongue was slightly coarse, like a cats, as it moved between the two, licking and
slipping between them.

Harry was biting his own lips now, but
still the groan escaped to echo around the room. Fearfully, his eyes flicked to
check Draco�s own � they were still closed. He wouldn�t wake, not tonight. Herbs
in his dinner had made sure of that. Still, it was best to be cautious, Harry thought.
But, if that loud groan hadn�t woken him, then it was safe, and Draco had eaten
the drug.

The hand that was not in Draco�s mouth
moved to grip a thigh. He seized onto it harshly, eyes still fixated on the
eyelids that didn�t move. No, definitely not waking up. Confident now, he
brought his sight downwards, over the wiry chest, and sinewed stomach. His gaze
paused over the miscoloured patch of curls that decorated the slightly hardened
cock.

Harry stared at it, unconsciously licking
his lips. The man was getting hard so quickly for a man who was asleep. Not as
hard as Harry himself was, not nearly, but it was such
an erotic thought to know that the perfect body that laid here was so very
responsive.

The fingers in Draco�s mouth shoved in
harder, and the hard that grabbed his thigh moved up and around. Harry could
barely control himself, as he watched a red line from the force of his grip
trail the movements around the leg. From the outside, half way down, up to
almost his hip and around to the inside.
He stared at the line as it disappeared underneath where was visible to
grasp at chunks of flesh between the body and the red sheet.

He raised the leg upwards, bending it at
the knee to see the mark of his grip underneath there. It showed him a red
tinted outline of his own hand print there, disappearing slower than the line
had done.

Harry shifted the leg, so it lay bent out
to the side. Carefully he manoeuvred himself, so he crouched positioned near
the top of that leg. The hand that had left the red marks drifted to circle the
top of Draco�s cock for a moment before moving on to rub fiercely at his own.

The two fingers pulled out of the sucking
mouth with a slight popping sound that left Harry moaning again: Conversely one
of then slipped into Draco�s arse moments later with complete silence. The
muscles there contracted tightly around him and Harry lent over to suck at a
piece of almost translucent skin near Draco�s hip. His cheek rested on Draco,
so that when the other man began to jut up in need, the motion travelled all
the way through Harry himself; Right through to his erection, now beginning to
seep at the tip.

The second finger pushed in to join the
first and Harry stared only at Draco�s cock. Now hard on stone, standing in the
off-colour wired curls. In one swift movement he shifted to take the entire
shaft in his mouth. Even though he was sleeping - Harry wanted to know for
himself that he had made Draco Malfoy, the man of the iron will come, and come
hard.

It nearly choked him when Draco thrust up
abruptly. He couldn�t take much more he knew, it was too much on offer, with so
much response. He teased the cock up as much as he could handle before
wrenching quickly free and pulling his wand for the pocket of the gown as
yanked it off himself.

He murmured a spell as quickly as he safely
could, slicking his cock and Draco�s arsehole with it before grabbing the white
knees and slinging them over his shoulders before sliding his cock through the
contracting muscles of Draco�s arsehole. It felt so good inside him like this,
and Draco moaned needfully in his sleep as he rocked upwards impaling himself further
onto Harry�s cock.

A strained sound escaped Harry�s throat as
he watched Draco�s stomach muscles contract in time with the ones that were
surrounding his erection. Draco groaned, his eyes still firmly closed in sleep,
and that was it, Harry�s control exploded and he pulled out a little before
thrusting himself back in again.

The slapping sound filled Harry�s head,
along with the moans and groans of the still unconscious Draco. The stone hard
cock that had been down Harry�s throat only moments before now bounced a sticky
trail onto Draco�s satiny skin as the man pumped himself harder into the harsh
thrusts. Harry looked up to the mouth that was opened wantonly � gulping air.

Sweat began to coat that pristine skin,
flowing like water along the lines of Draco�s muscles. It melded into the
sticky trail of pre-come that laced along his stomach and Harry found an
animalistic sound broke free from his throat as he saw the hard cock bounce
directly into the sweat trail.

The slapping sound sped so much it nearly
because one sound. He was going to come, it was impossible to hold it in much
longer. He bent forward, one of his hands grabbed and pulled at that steel hard
cock. As he lost his mind to the supreme pleasure of the moment, he did the one
other thing that he had really wanted to do - He bit down, and broke that patch
of skin on Draco�s neck.

Beneath him Draco made a kind of roaring
sound as he came, spurting thick white fluid all over himself and Harry�s hand.
His back arched up and the muscles tightened around Harry�s
thrusting cock. He pushed in, as far as he could go inside of Draco. His mouth,
lips and teeth lifted from Draco neck with the force of his own scream as he
came forcefully inside of Draco.

* *
* * * * * * * * * * *

�Potter.�

Harry studied the man who nodded at him
from across the breakfast table. The cold steel eyes stared knowingly into him.
He knew, he couldn�t not know, after all, Harry had
not cleaned the sleeping body up before he had left the room the night before.
He had collapsed puffing onto it, cuddling the other man messing them both up
as he had done so. He left when daylight broke to clean himself up, but he had
left Draco coated in the sticky mess.

There would have had bruises and bites and hardened
come all over him when he had woken that morning, Harry knew that much for a
fact. The more twisted part of his mind liked that knowledge. Yet, the man that
stood before him only stared coldly, saying nothing, yet promising a fitting
retribution. One corner of the hard lined mouth turned up in a smirk at Harry.

He would need to keep close watch on his
food for awhile, Harry thought to himself. But, the moment that thought ended,
he happened to look up at those metal eyes and that smirk once more, and he
knew for a fact that he would let Draco cook tonight.

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