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Obsessive (Compulsive) - Harry/Draco [NC-17] by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xylodemon.
Apparently, I have mighty powers of persuasion over the phone. Or so I'm told. I do recall bemoaning a lack of H/D from Ms Xylo ala that 2005 time warp. Little did I know my wish would be graciously granted without benefit of a rubdown and a tarnished lamp. Yes Virginia, there actually is a porn Djinn.
See, this is why I'll never be able to quit H/D. Because even when I'm a little burnt out on reading the pairing, I'm really not. That, and I like my H/D served up a number of ways. That is to say that while I love a beautiful well-written romance, I love an old-school still-in-school story that pre-dates 8th year. You know, when Harry and Draco were more about fisticuffs and face stomps over the alternatives.
There's just something about hate!sex that never grows cold to me. Something about only so many eyes that can be blackened or lips that can be bloodied before it gets taken up a notch to a different sort of physicality that words alone can't touch. Yeah, H/D will always have me by the shirtfront I'm happy to report.
Going to leave you with one of my favourite passages from the fic;
Harry should stop this now that he can, now that he's on top, should punch Malfoy's sneering face and slam his knee into Malfoy's bollocks, but Malfoy is holding him tightly at the waist, his hands sweaty where they've slipped past Harry's shirt, and the slow, filthy roll of Malfoy's hips is dangerous, addictive, very close to dragging Harry under.
"Move, Potter." Malfoy's head tips back, his throat smooth and pale as it flutters around a heavy noise. "I'm -- I'm not going to do all the work."
"I'm not -- you can't." Harry's arms start to shake, threatening to buckle, and his fingernails scratch into the floor. "We're not. Doing this."
Enjoy all!
--P
xylodemon.Apparently, I have mighty powers of persuasion over the phone. Or so I'm told. I do recall bemoaning a lack of H/D from Ms Xylo ala that 2005 time warp. Little did I know my wish would be graciously granted without benefit of a rubdown and a tarnished lamp. Yes Virginia, there actually is a porn Djinn.
See, this is why I'll never be able to quit H/D. Because even when I'm a little burnt out on reading the pairing, I'm really not. That, and I like my H/D served up a number of ways. That is to say that while I love a beautiful well-written romance, I love an old-school still-in-school story that pre-dates 8th year. You know, when Harry and Draco were more about fisticuffs and face stomps over the alternatives.
There's just something about hate!sex that never grows cold to me. Something about only so many eyes that can be blackened or lips that can be bloodied before it gets taken up a notch to a different sort of physicality that words alone can't touch. Yeah, H/D will always have me by the shirtfront I'm happy to report.
Going to leave you with one of my favourite passages from the fic;
Harry should stop this now that he can, now that he's on top, should punch Malfoy's sneering face and slam his knee into Malfoy's bollocks, but Malfoy is holding him tightly at the waist, his hands sweaty where they've slipped past Harry's shirt, and the slow, filthy roll of Malfoy's hips is dangerous, addictive, very close to dragging Harry under.
"Move, Potter." Malfoy's head tips back, his throat smooth and pale as it flutters around a heavy noise. "I'm -- I'm not going to do all the work."
"I'm not -- you can't." Harry's arms start to shake, threatening to buckle, and his fingernails scratch into the floor. "We're not. Doing this."
Enjoy all!
--P
