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For Love of That Mess

For @parkkate


It was just so smooth, he couldn’t help himself. Silky, and soft. It felt nothing like the way it looked. He’d expected knots. He’d expected it to be coarse. Instead, it parted around his fingers, letting them dive deeper. He could gently twist it around his fingers, and it would stay there, soft and silky. He could grip it tight, and tug, and it never gave way.

It felt like heaven for his hands. It was like—

“If you could stop worshiping my hair for a moment, my cock would like some attention.”

Blinking, Draco realised Harry had stopped kissing his neck. Watching forlornly, he slid his hands out of Harry’s hair.

“Oh fuck, don’t make that face,” Harry groaned.

“What face?” Draco asked, sliding his hands down Harry’s torso instead.

“Like I killed your bloody cat or something.”

Draco made a noncommittal sound, looking down between them. How long had they been necking, anyway?

Harry sighed, and then the room spun, and Draco was no longer sitting on Harry’s lap, but was lying under him instead. Harry ground against his hip, and returned his mouth to Draco’s neck.

Making a pleased sound, Draco buried his hands in Harry’s hair again.

The sound of fond exasperation against his neck couldn’t ruin this for him, as he twisted the strands around his fingers.


Written just for you, Kate, and your love of Draco burying his hands in Harry’s hair =)