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Entry tags:	comment-porn, fics

COMMENT PORN #2
For sneakypoo2 with prompt "A little rainy day ficlet full 'o smut!"



AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm pretty sure my take on a rainy smut fic is different than most would expect. Nevertheless, this is what came to me with this prompt! Hope you enjoy! *Hugs*

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“AND YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD STUCK SO FAR UP YOUR ARSE, YOUR EYEBALLS ARE PEEKING OUT OF YOUR NOSTRILS!”

“AT LEAST I HAVE AN ARSE, POTTER! WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCKING KISS IT?!”

“I’D RATHER KISS SNAPE’S ARSE AND DO A LAP DANCE FOR VOLDEMORT THEN LAY ANY PART OF ME ON YOU, MALFOY!”

“YOU COULDN’T LAY ANY PART OF YOU ON ANYTHING, FUCK FACE!”

Harry’s lips dropped into a sneer and he crossed his arms. “I could lay it into you right now, Malfoy. Want me to whip it out and slide it into you?”

Draco growled ferociously and launched himself at Harry, planting a sharp punch to the side of his face before slamming into him and sending them both sprawling to the floor.

“THAT’S IT! BOTH OF YOU!” Harry and Draco soon found themselves seized roughly by the scruff of the neck by a huge Italian bouncer and thrown messily outside into the street… and into the pouring rain, with the door slammed loudly behind them.

Draco scrambled up off the sidewalk. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, POTTER!” he screamed. “YOU AND YOUR APALLING LACK OF GOOD INSULTS AND FASHION SENSE! GREEN AND RED! WHAT IN MERLIN IN A G-STRING’S NAME WERE YOU FUCKING THINKING?!”

“WHAT WAS I FUCKING THINKING?! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO CAME OVER TO ME!” Harry spat. “I WOULD’VE BEEN QUITE SATISFIED TO IGNORE YOU FOR THE WHOLE REUNION! JUST LIKE I HAVE FOR THE LAST TEN FUCKING YEARS!”

Draco swiped his now soaking wet hair out of his eyes angrily, panting heavily from his shouting and fury at Harry. “KISS. MY. VERY. NICE. ARSE, POTTER!” he screeched.

Harry licked his lips, taking in Draco’s soaking fitted white shirt and light linen pants, sticking slickly to his toned body. He growled deeply in his throat and then pounced on Draco, pushing him up against the wall and crashing their lips together in a rough kiss.

The rain pelted down on them, and Draco made a small horrified sound as he struggled to push Harry off. The weight of their wet clothes melted together just emphasised his struggle and he soon gave up, grabbing the front of Harry’s dripping shirt and tearing it open, the buttons popping in all directions. He slid is hand up Harry’s wet torso and chest, reaching his nipple and slipping his thumb over the small mound hardened from arousal and the chill of the rain.

Harry moaned into Draco mouth, thrusting his hard cock hungrily against Draco’s thigh. Draco’s long and expert fingers continued their exploration, smoothing back down Harry’s slick body and tugging at the zipper of Harry’s pants. He pulled out of the heated snog and glared dangerously into Harry’s eyes. “You, me and twenty years of history, Potter,” he purred, his fingers feathering teasingly in the mess of hair at the base of Harry’s large and throbbing cock. “However will we celebrate…?”

Harry gazed back, running the tip of his tongue suggestively along his lips, swollen from the intense kiss. He streaked his hand through his dripping hair before pushing forward and rolling his palm against Draco’s straining erection hidden in his expensive trousers. “Remember all those times I told you to get fucked, Malfoy?” he murmured huskily, trailing his finger through the wetness on Draco’s cheek and then sticking it in his mouth, sucking erotically on it, mere inches from Draco’s lips. “How about you get fucked tonight?” He swiftly released the buttons on Draco’s pants and shoved his hand down the front of his boxers, wrapping his fingers around Draco’s cock and squeezing it sharply.

Draco moaned loudly, slamming his head back against the brick wall and pushing his hips involuntarily forward, sending his cock pumping into Harry’s fist. “A-and if I say no, Potter?” he panted out, biting down on his lip and bracing himself back against the wall.

Harry’s hand stilled and he leant forward, his lips brushing against Draco’s own. “Do you want to say no, Malfoy? Did you ever want to say no…?” he whispered and Draco whimpered, grabbing the back of Harry’s head and dragging him into a desperate snog. Draco slid his tongue against Harry’s, the foreign but sweet feeling of this warm mouth pulsing through his aroused veins and ending at his painfully hard dick.

Harry growled in need, pulling back from those hungry lips and spinning Draco around. He wrapped an arm around Draco’s chest, using his other hand to squeeze the cheeks of the Slytherin’s arse wantonly. He grunted, desperate to bury himself deep inside the tight, hot arse he wanted for so long. He spread the soft cheeks and slid his finger inside, nudging at the small pucker hidden within.

“No,” Draco choked out. “Just fucking do it. Fuck me, Potter, and give me a reason to forget the past.” He pushed back and Harry’s clothed cock slammed against his arse. Harry exhaled sharply, easing his finger from Draco’s arse and pushing his own underwear roughly down to his thighs. With a brief slap to Draco’s soft bum, Harry hesitated only slightly before pushing into Draco with a hitched moan, feeling the warm tightness engulf him.

“FUCK, YES!” Draco cried out, grabbing his cock and using the rain water to pump it roughly. He slid is hand up and down, the slippery sounds being only met by those of Harry’s cock pushing in and out of him. “Harder, Potter!” He dropped his head onto his forearm braced on the rough brick wall and rocked back to meet every one of Harry’s forceful thrusts deep inside him.

Harry pushed Draco’s shirt up and licked the rain drops off his muscular back. He bit down onto Draco’s shoulder blade, causing Draco to keen in response. He began slamming his pulsing dick deeply and erratically into Draco. “You call that fucking, Potter?” Draco goaded with a sharp bark of laughter. “Scared, Potter?”

Harry moaned, a minor flashback to their school days flicking in his brain. He moved his hand to shove Draco’s own away from his cock, and wrapped his fingers around Draco’s hard length, rapidly fisting his rival into near ecstasy. “You wish,” Harry hissed in Draco’s ear and Draco screamed, coming with rapid shudders and shooting come all over the wall in front of him, watching through his haze as the rain quickly washed it away.

Harry lips twitched in a small grin. He gripped Draco’s hips painfully and slammed deep inside him… once… twice… his orgasm ripping through him as he exploded into Draco’s accepting, hot arse.

The old school rivals took a few brief moments to catch their breath, the rain pelting on the nearby rooves the only sound breaking their silence. Harry pulled his softening and dripping cock from Draco and tugged his jeans back up.

Draco turned around, a cool smirk resting on his lips as he smoothed and righted his own attire. “A fuck on Graduation night, and an encore at the ten year reunion,” he drawled, still slightly breathless. “How about a sequel when we get to twenty years? I’ll bring the Viagra.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow. “You’ve got yourself a date, Malfoy,” he agreed. “Unless, of course, you find a reason not to wait.” He gave his satiated cock a pointed squeeze through his jeans and then Apparated with a final wink back at his favourite rival.