Happy birthday sweetie :D - Power - Blaise/Draco - NC-17
Title: Power
Author: Millieweasley
Pairing/Character: Blaise/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warning: bondage, spanking
Wordcount: 1258
Summary: Blaise doesn’t care if Draco likes it or not, he knows he wants it anyway.
A/N: Happy birthday elfflame. I hope you have the most fantastic day and that you have a great year. I’m so happy you’re my friend. *Hugs tight*
Draco bucked against the ropes tying him to the posters by the end of the bed. Forced to stand with his legs apart and his arms above his head he squirmed as his eyes darted between the door and Blaise, who was sitting on the opposite bed, silently watching him with a smirk on his face.
“Waiting for someone?” Blaise teased, knowing no one would come. He’d put plenty of spells on the door to keep people out, but as he saw it, there was no reason to tell Draco that. He was so pretty when he was worried.
Draco mumbled something into the gag in his mouth and tugged at the ropes again - futilely of course. Blaise didn’t do anything by halves - least of all something like this.
With another smirk, Blaise rose from the bed, walking up to Draco. Even though he was still fighting his restraints, Blaise noticed that he already had a telltale bulge in his trousers. Just as I knew he would, Blaise thought, feeling very pleased with himself.
“You’re such a pretty little slut, do you know that?” he said removing item after item of Draco’s clothing by the wave of his wand. “Standing here all hard and ready for me, probably dying for me to touch you - to fuck you so hard you can hardly walk tomorrow,” he said, getting up on the bed behind Draco and running his hand along Draco’s spine. Draco shuddered, out of fear of what would happen or arousal or both Blaise neither knew nor cared about. He was far too busy with appreciating the way it made Draco’s arse look to worry about something as silly and unimportant like that.
With another wave of Blaise’s wand, the ropes that tied Draco’s wrist to the top of the posters slid down them, pushing Draco down until his arse was in the air. Draco whimpered, probably worried that Blaise would start to fuck him right then and there. Blaise, however, had other plans - plans he had the feeling Draco was more used to. At least if his father was like most fathers he’d known (and he’d known quite a lot of so called ‘fathers’ in his life so he was fairly sure they were all the same).
The slap landed flat on Draco’s right arsecheek, leaving an angry red mark behind it that had Blaise’s trousers feel a lot tighter than they had a moment ago. Draco yelped (or at least Blaise thought he did, it was hard to tell with the gag in Draco’s mouth) and bucked his hips as well as he could - which wasn’t much at all.
Another slap, then another and another and another and Draco was bucking and whimpering and probably crying. But he was still hard, Blaise made sure of that. Smirking, he loosened his belt, cracking it in the air so that Draco could hear exactly what he was going to do to him.
The sound of the crack as the belt hit Draco’s by now well abused arse filled the room, only accompanied by Draco’s muffled whimper and sobs. Blaise groaned to himself his trousers too tight as his erection pushed hard against the fabric. Draco’s buttocks were glowing red and the muffled sound of his sobs only made the situation that much more arousing. Dropping the belt, Blaise unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his hips, freeing his cock and giving it an appreciative stroke before grabbing his wand again and using it to lubricate Draco’s arse.
“You’re such a horny little whore, aren’t you?” Blaise jeered as he pushed a finger inside Draco’s arse. “Do you always get off on being spanked like that? Does daddy fuck you hard when he’s done or do you just go off and wank alone?” he taunted, hearing Draco’s protesting moans through the gag.
Blaise snorted and decided that he’d prepped Draco enough. Grabbing his cock, he ran the head up and down the crack of Draco’s arse a few times before pushing roughly inside him. The strangled sound spilling from Draco’s mouth when he forced his way in was almost enough to push him over the edge, and he groaned loudly at the tight heat surrounding his prick.
He didn’t wait, didn’t ask permission (why the hell should he?), didn’t give Draco the time to adjust. Instead he just buried himself to the hilt before pulling almost completely out and doing it again. Draco bucked his hips violently, and the movement only added to the sensations claiming Blaise’s mind and body. He wasn’t going to last long, he knew that, but he’d be damned if he came without forcing Draco to do so first.
Picking up his wand, which he had casually dropped on the bed next to him, Blaise spelled one of Draco’s hands free.
“Touch yourself!’ he demanded simply, almost hoping Draco would refuse as the thought to punish him was, oh so tantalising. Hence, he couldn’t deny the slight pang of disappointment that ran through him when Draco lifted a shaky hand to his cock and began stroking it as best he could from his bent over position.
“Slut!” Blaise spat, pumping him harder, holding on to Draco’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. That will be something to explain to Pansy later, Blaise thought with a smirk, digging his fingers harder into the pale flesh, making sure the marks wouldn’t go away anytime soon.
Draco’s strangled groans were becoming more erratic, and Blaise could feel the muscles in Draco’s arse squeeze his cock harder. Sure that he wouldn’t have to wait long for Draco’s release, Blaise picked up speed, thrusting into Draco in a furious pace, not caring about anything other than the sensations that were ripping through his body. He could feel Draco getting closer, hear it in the muffled sounds through the gag, see it in the way he fisted himself harder, faster - and then Draco was coming, his body shaking with release as he spilled over his hand and stomach and legs.
Groaning deeply when feeling Draco contract around him, Blaise finally let himself go, pumping Draco full while holding on tight to his hips. Afterwards, he was panting, tired and sweaty and in a need of a shower. He pulled out without remorse, and buttoned up his trousers before getting off the bed.
For a moment, he pondered letting Draco stand there, come dripping from his arse and trickle down both sides of his thighs. It wasn’t practical though, as people would want to come into the room soon enough to sleep. He could have Draco as his own tied up little pet some other time. Maybe then he’d fuck Pansy too, and make Draco watch while he did it. That ought to be fun.
With another smirk on his face, Blaise headed for the bathroom, not muttering the spells to let Draco go until he was almost out of the room, and definitely out of Draco’s reach. He leered at Draco when he fell to his knees and looked up at him.
“Don’t look so angry, Draco,” he said superciliously. “You know you’re a tart, and you know you liked it! And if you’re a nice little boy I might even do you again,” he finished, giving Draco a smug look before he turned and closed the door behind him, making sure to spell it safe from any attempts Draco would have on revenge. Now all he had to do was to wait for Draco to come begging for more.
Author: Millieweasley
Pairing/Character: Blaise/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warning: bondage, spanking
Wordcount: 1258
Summary: Blaise doesn’t care if Draco likes it or not, he knows he wants it anyway.
A/N: Happy birthday elfflame. I hope you have the most fantastic day and that you have a great year. I’m so happy you’re my friend. *Hugs tight*
Draco bucked against the ropes tying him to the posters by the end of the bed. Forced to stand with his legs apart and his arms above his head he squirmed as his eyes darted between the door and Blaise, who was sitting on the opposite bed, silently watching him with a smirk on his face.
“Waiting for someone?” Blaise teased, knowing no one would come. He’d put plenty of spells on the door to keep people out, but as he saw it, there was no reason to tell Draco that. He was so pretty when he was worried.
Draco mumbled something into the gag in his mouth and tugged at the ropes again - futilely of course. Blaise didn’t do anything by halves - least of all something like this.
With another smirk, Blaise rose from the bed, walking up to Draco. Even though he was still fighting his restraints, Blaise noticed that he already had a telltale bulge in his trousers. Just as I knew he would, Blaise thought, feeling very pleased with himself.
“You’re such a pretty little slut, do you know that?” he said removing item after item of Draco’s clothing by the wave of his wand. “Standing here all hard and ready for me, probably dying for me to touch you - to fuck you so hard you can hardly walk tomorrow,” he said, getting up on the bed behind Draco and running his hand along Draco’s spine. Draco shuddered, out of fear of what would happen or arousal or both Blaise neither knew nor cared about. He was far too busy with appreciating the way it made Draco’s arse look to worry about something as silly and unimportant like that.
With another wave of Blaise’s wand, the ropes that tied Draco’s wrist to the top of the posters slid down them, pushing Draco down until his arse was in the air. Draco whimpered, probably worried that Blaise would start to fuck him right then and there. Blaise, however, had other plans - plans he had the feeling Draco was more used to. At least if his father was like most fathers he’d known (and he’d known quite a lot of so called ‘fathers’ in his life so he was fairly sure they were all the same).
The slap landed flat on Draco’s right arsecheek, leaving an angry red mark behind it that had Blaise’s trousers feel a lot tighter than they had a moment ago. Draco yelped (or at least Blaise thought he did, it was hard to tell with the gag in Draco’s mouth) and bucked his hips as well as he could - which wasn’t much at all.
Another slap, then another and another and another and Draco was bucking and whimpering and probably crying. But he was still hard, Blaise made sure of that. Smirking, he loosened his belt, cracking it in the air so that Draco could hear exactly what he was going to do to him.
The sound of the crack as the belt hit Draco’s by now well abused arse filled the room, only accompanied by Draco’s muffled whimper and sobs. Blaise groaned to himself his trousers too tight as his erection pushed hard against the fabric. Draco’s buttocks were glowing red and the muffled sound of his sobs only made the situation that much more arousing. Dropping the belt, Blaise unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his hips, freeing his cock and giving it an appreciative stroke before grabbing his wand again and using it to lubricate Draco’s arse.
“You’re such a horny little whore, aren’t you?” Blaise jeered as he pushed a finger inside Draco’s arse. “Do you always get off on being spanked like that? Does daddy fuck you hard when he’s done or do you just go off and wank alone?” he taunted, hearing Draco’s protesting moans through the gag.
Blaise snorted and decided that he’d prepped Draco enough. Grabbing his cock, he ran the head up and down the crack of Draco’s arse a few times before pushing roughly inside him. The strangled sound spilling from Draco’s mouth when he forced his way in was almost enough to push him over the edge, and he groaned loudly at the tight heat surrounding his prick.
He didn’t wait, didn’t ask permission (why the hell should he?), didn’t give Draco the time to adjust. Instead he just buried himself to the hilt before pulling almost completely out and doing it again. Draco bucked his hips violently, and the movement only added to the sensations claiming Blaise’s mind and body. He wasn’t going to last long, he knew that, but he’d be damned if he came without forcing Draco to do so first.
Picking up his wand, which he had casually dropped on the bed next to him, Blaise spelled one of Draco’s hands free.
“Touch yourself!’ he demanded simply, almost hoping Draco would refuse as the thought to punish him was, oh so tantalising. Hence, he couldn’t deny the slight pang of disappointment that ran through him when Draco lifted a shaky hand to his cock and began stroking it as best he could from his bent over position.
“Slut!” Blaise spat, pumping him harder, holding on to Draco’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. That will be something to explain to Pansy later, Blaise thought with a smirk, digging his fingers harder into the pale flesh, making sure the marks wouldn’t go away anytime soon.
Draco’s strangled groans were becoming more erratic, and Blaise could feel the muscles in Draco’s arse squeeze his cock harder. Sure that he wouldn’t have to wait long for Draco’s release, Blaise picked up speed, thrusting into Draco in a furious pace, not caring about anything other than the sensations that were ripping through his body. He could feel Draco getting closer, hear it in the muffled sounds through the gag, see it in the way he fisted himself harder, faster - and then Draco was coming, his body shaking with release as he spilled over his hand and stomach and legs.
Groaning deeply when feeling Draco contract around him, Blaise finally let himself go, pumping Draco full while holding on tight to his hips. Afterwards, he was panting, tired and sweaty and in a need of a shower. He pulled out without remorse, and buttoned up his trousers before getting off the bed.
For a moment, he pondered letting Draco stand there, come dripping from his arse and trickle down both sides of his thighs. It wasn’t practical though, as people would want to come into the room soon enough to sleep. He could have Draco as his own tied up little pet some other time. Maybe then he’d fuck Pansy too, and make Draco watch while he did it. That ought to be fun.
With another smirk on his face, Blaise headed for the bathroom, not muttering the spells to let Draco go until he was almost out of the room, and definitely out of Draco’s reach. He leered at Draco when he fell to his knees and looked up at him.
“Don’t look so angry, Draco,” he said superciliously. “You know you’re a tart, and you know you liked it! And if you’re a nice little boy I might even do you again,” he finished, giving Draco a smug look before he turned and closed the door behind him, making sure to spell it safe from any attempts Draco would have on revenge. Now all he had to do was to wait for Draco to come begging for more.