Birthday!gift: Play for Me
Title: Play for Me
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Not-so-explicit sax (characters are of age)
Word count: 655
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers! Mind the rating and warning(s).
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for nohara_megami, who asked for music. This is a sequel to Full of Surprises.
Summary: For Harry, Draco is willing to break his 'no sax on a first date' rule.
As planned, Draco and Harry went to the football game and enjoyed themselves cheering the home team to a victory. Afterward, Draco invited Harry back to his flat for a belated dinner. Once they had eaten, Draco uncorked a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. He took a sip of his and hummed in appreciation. "Would you play for me?" he asked.
Harry had brought his saxophone along, and he retrieved it and removed the instrument from its case. Draco took another drink of wine and watched as Harry prepared the instrument and began to play something slow and sensuous. The music pulled at Draco, stirring his passion and leaving him aching with desire. The way Harry played his saxophone was an act of seduction in itself. His lips clung to the mouthpiece, and his hands seemed to stroke the keys like a reverent lover. Harry didn't simply play the sax, he virtually danced with it as well. His hips swayed side to side and thrust forward on occasion.
Draco's breathing grew rapid and shallow as he imagined Harry's hips moving like that in bed--over him, under him, it didn't matter. Draco clamped his teeth into his lip, and the music stopped abruptly as Harry shifted the saxophone to his hip.
"Draco Malfoy, are you getting turned on?" he teased.
Draco chuckled. "I admit, the way you were making love to your saxophone made me jealous."
"Would you like me to make love to you?"
Draco moaned, very softly. "Yes, I would, but..."
"But?" prodded Harry.
"It seems a tad tawdry, considering this is only our first date," Draco confessed.
Harry laughed. "What if I promise I'll still respect you in the morning?"
A blush heated Draco's face, but before he could formulate a response, Harry spoke again.
"We're not girls, Draco. We're adults, and if you are wanting sex as badly as I do right now, why deny ourselves the pleasure?"
Decision made, Draco rose to his feet. "You're right, of course," he said. Beckoning to Harry, he made his way to the bedroom. They paused in the doorway for their first kiss, lingering there and snogging for several minutes. Draco pulled back to catch his breath, and he led Harry inside his bedroom. They undressed one another, kissing and stroking each new section of skin that was revealed.
"Do you prefer to top or bottom?" Harry husked once they had made it to the bed.
"I prefer to switch it up, actually," Draco admitted. "However, this time I'd like to feel you inside of me." He handed Harry a condom and then reached for the lubricant and used it to prepare himself. Harry rolled the condom over his erection and paused to watch Draco's activities. When Draco deemed himself ready, he lay back and shifted his legs apart. Harry settled between his thighs and began to string tiny kisses along Draco's jaw as he positioned himself and pressed forward. He captured Draco's lips as the tip of his penis penetrated, smothering Draco's soft cry.
Harry established a smooth rhythm, hips moving in the same maddeningly seductive manner as when he'd played his saxophone. Now, however, he was playing Draco's body and eliciting sexy sounds from Draco's lips. Draco matched Harry's movements, hips rising and falling to meet each measured stroke. Harry's delighted cries mixed with Draco's, voices mingling in a duet of pleasure. They came, one after the other, and spent long moments drifting down.
"Fantastic," sighed Harry as he uncoupled them.
Draco indulged in a languid stretch. Harry moved away briefly then returned to pull Draco into his arms. Draco slung a leg over Harry's hip and murmured, "What are you and your saxophone doing this weekend?"
Encore
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Not-so-explicit sax (characters are of age)
Word count: 655
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers! Mind the rating and warning(s).
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for nohara_megami, who asked for music. This is a sequel to Full of Surprises.
Summary: For Harry, Draco is willing to break his 'no sax on a first date' rule.
As planned, Draco and Harry went to the football game and enjoyed themselves cheering the home team to a victory. Afterward, Draco invited Harry back to his flat for a belated dinner. Once they had eaten, Draco uncorked a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. He took a sip of his and hummed in appreciation. "Would you play for me?" he asked.
Harry had brought his saxophone along, and he retrieved it and removed the instrument from its case. Draco took another drink of wine and watched as Harry prepared the instrument and began to play something slow and sensuous. The music pulled at Draco, stirring his passion and leaving him aching with desire. The way Harry played his saxophone was an act of seduction in itself. His lips clung to the mouthpiece, and his hands seemed to stroke the keys like a reverent lover. Harry didn't simply play the sax, he virtually danced with it as well. His hips swayed side to side and thrust forward on occasion.
Draco's breathing grew rapid and shallow as he imagined Harry's hips moving like that in bed--over him, under him, it didn't matter. Draco clamped his teeth into his lip, and the music stopped abruptly as Harry shifted the saxophone to his hip.
"Draco Malfoy, are you getting turned on?" he teased.
Draco chuckled. "I admit, the way you were making love to your saxophone made me jealous."
"Would you like me to make love to you?"
Draco moaned, very softly. "Yes, I would, but..."
"But?" prodded Harry.
"It seems a tad tawdry, considering this is only our first date," Draco confessed.
Harry laughed. "What if I promise I'll still respect you in the morning?"
A blush heated Draco's face, but before he could formulate a response, Harry spoke again.
"We're not girls, Draco. We're adults, and if you are wanting sex as badly as I do right now, why deny ourselves the pleasure?"
Decision made, Draco rose to his feet. "You're right, of course," he said. Beckoning to Harry, he made his way to the bedroom. They paused in the doorway for their first kiss, lingering there and snogging for several minutes. Draco pulled back to catch his breath, and he led Harry inside his bedroom. They undressed one another, kissing and stroking each new section of skin that was revealed.
"Do you prefer to top or bottom?" Harry husked once they had made it to the bed.
"I prefer to switch it up, actually," Draco admitted. "However, this time I'd like to feel you inside of me." He handed Harry a condom and then reached for the lubricant and used it to prepare himself. Harry rolled the condom over his erection and paused to watch Draco's activities. When Draco deemed himself ready, he lay back and shifted his legs apart. Harry settled between his thighs and began to string tiny kisses along Draco's jaw as he positioned himself and pressed forward. He captured Draco's lips as the tip of his penis penetrated, smothering Draco's soft cry.
Harry established a smooth rhythm, hips moving in the same maddeningly seductive manner as when he'd played his saxophone. Now, however, he was playing Draco's body and eliciting sexy sounds from Draco's lips. Draco matched Harry's movements, hips rising and falling to meet each measured stroke. Harry's delighted cries mixed with Draco's, voices mingling in a duet of pleasure. They came, one after the other, and spent long moments drifting down.
"Fantastic," sighed Harry as he uncoupled them.
Draco indulged in a languid stretch. Harry moved away briefly then returned to pull Draco into his arms. Draco slung a leg over Harry's hip and murmured, "What are you and your saxophone doing this weekend?"
Encore