Drabble Day Prompt 24

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Bad Habit
This can be the term bad habit, or pick a bad habit for the characters. Smoking? Drinking too much and stumbling home at one in the morning? Leaving his sweaty Quidditch uniform on the bathroom floor? Have fun!



Rules are here, though an additional one - you don't need to stick to the drabble of the hour. Remember, there are no rules! If you want to fill prompt one minutes after I post prompt 24, then that's great!

And Chatzy is here and here for srs!chatzy.

And that's the last one! A masterlist of all prompts will be posted in an hour if you want to go back and fill them and then sometime after that there'll be a masterlist of all the fills as well.

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[brinimc.livejournal.com]

Here, kinky, you got your chibis.

http://brinimc.livejournal.com/59034.html

Wall!Sex and Smut - don't read if you're under the legal age in your country

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This was a habit he had to break, Harry knew. He told himself that this was the last time. He'd go cold turkey after this.

Draco's mouth was on that spot where his neck turned into shoulder. Harry shuddered, pulling the warm body closer and pushing down the sleep pants that Draco wore.

"Fuck, Harry," Draco gasped when Harry wrapped a hand around that long cock. Harry let the voice soak into his skin, determined to enjoy it since this would be the last time.

"Yes, Draco," he breathed. "Fuck me."

Draco knelt as he pulled the pants off Harry's legs. Then a wet heat engulfed his cock and Harry barely noticed the arm nudging his legs wider. His head thudded against the stone wall as a slick finger entered his arse and he didn't know which way to thrust to get more.

He dragged at Draco's shoulders; he wanted to draw this out but he felt hot and desperate and he could go slow once Draco was inside him.

Seconds later his legs were wrapped around Draco's waist and Draco's weight was keeping him pressed tight against the wall. Then Draco was easing into him and neither of them were breathing as they concentrated on exquisite sensation.

"Move," Harry demanded, and he thanked Merlin that his was an area where Draco always obeyed.

Draco threaded one hand in his hair, protecting his head from the hard wall, even as the other slid under his arse helping to keep him up. It was hard and steady and Harry's cock was nestled between them enjoying each second of the delicious friction that was building deep inside.

"You love it, don't you, Harry?" Draco was murmuring. "Love that arse being full. Love being pressed against a wall like some cheap slut. Love the bruises I leave."

Harry clawed at Draco's back, wordlessly urging him on, desperate for release. Draco moved his hands and long fingers gripped Harry's arse tightly. Harry's hips tilted under Draco's grasp and suddenly it was there and Harry didn't recognise the wail that escaped his throat.

Teeth sank into his shoulder and Harry felt Draco's shudder in every pore of his body.

They stayed like that, taking long gulps of air and letting their breath mingle.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Draco asked.

"I can't help myself," Harry replied.

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Of course."

[freakingcrups.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm yummy! You can't break your bad habit, Harry, it's such a sexy habit.

Re: Wall!Sex and Smut - don't read if you're under the legal age in your country

[lullabylily.livejournal.com]

Hmmm sexy 'I shouldn't want this' wall sex!!! I can imagine Harry won't be breaking this habit any time soon!

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Title Touch
Summary Sirius tends to play with things. He has to keep his hands occupied at all times. Some think it's a bad habit, but Remus loves it.
Rating A bit over PG-13, maybe PG-15?
Word count 143

Sirius had a bad habit. At least, most people found it a bad habit but Remus benefitted from it and thought it was the best habit in the world.

Sirius always had to be doing something with his hands. Whether he was jacking Remus off under the table in a lecture in History of Magic or massaging his back when Remus was reading, he always had to be doing something.

In public, it annoyed people because he often started practicing spells or twitching, often breaking something with his tampering.

In private, he brought Remus such bliss, always needing to be touching him, sometimes not even sexually, because even teenagers needed a break sometime.

It got to the point where Remus almost got hard whenever he saw Sirius playing with something. Not a lovely thing to explain to your friends, or worse, your professors.