HogwartsExpress
Title: HogwartsExpress
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age.)
Word count: 925
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for nursedarry, who asked for train!smut.
Summary: Harry seeks out Malfoy on the Hogwarts Express.
Harry made his way through the train, searching for one compartment in particular. When he spotted a familiar head of pale blond hair, Harry pushed open the door and entered the small compartment.
Malfoy glanced up from the book he was reading. "Potter," he greeted coolly.
"Malfoy," Harry nodded.
Malfoy returned to his book, and Harry took the opportunity to undress him with his eyes. Malfoy looked up again. "Potter, is there something you want?"
Harry's pulse quickened. "I want to pull your clothes off, push you back on that seat, spread your legs and shag you rotten," he rumbled. Malfoy's eyes had widened while Harry spoke, and his mouth was a perfect O of surprise. Harry flicked his wand, locking the door and drawing the curtains to turn their compartment into an oasis of privacy. "Drop your trousers and pants," Harry commanded in a mild voice.
"I say, Potter-"
"I can see your cock pressing at your zip," Harry interrupted. "You want this as much as I do." As he spoke, Harry extracted a tube of lubricant from his rucksack and unfastened his trousers.
Malfoy toed off his shoes without further comment or complaint, then he stood and unzipped his gray trousers. The train lurched, and Malfoy put a hand out to steady himself. Harry slowly lubed his cock as he watched Malfoy undress. The expensive trousers hit the floor, followed by a pair of black silk briefs. Malfoy stepped out of his garments and sat on the cushioned seat again. Despite being half nude, he managed to look elegant and unruffled. "Are you waiting for an engraved invitation, Potter?" Malfoy taunted. He reached between his legs to fondle his balls. Harry was looming over him in an instant. "Make it quick, Potter," drawled Malfoy as he lay back and spread for Harry. "I'd like to finish my book before we arrive at Hogwarts."
"Malfoy, do shut up," Harry murmured. He placed one knee between Malfoy's legs and kept the other foot on the floor for balance. Harry palmed his penis and guided it to its target. A hand on his shoulder delayed the inevitable.
"Aren't you going to stretch me?" Malfoy demanded.
"I'll stretch you with my cock," growled Harry. He shrugged Malfoy's hand off, positioned the tip of his prick and flexed his hips forward. Malfoy sucked in a hissing breath. Harry didn't ease up on him. He thrust forward until their groins were fitted snugly together. "Mm, tight," Harry sighed. "Quiet summer, Malfoy?"
"Shut your gob and fuck me already, Potter."
Harry didn't mind complying with that order. He pulled out and plunged back in, repeating the process until he and Malfoy settled into a steady rhythm. Their movements blended with the motion of the train as it clacked along the tracks, and the occasional sway or lurch of their car brought their bodies into closer contact.
"Prostate, Potter," Malfoy urged. He shifted his hips beneath Harry, seeking friction against his sweet spot.
Harry altered the angle of his thrusts. A high, breathy cry from Malfoy let Harry know he'd hit the right spot. He shortened his strokes, rubbing back and forth over Malfoy's prostate with merciless intent.
Malfoy writhed and panted, legs flailing about restlessly as Harry worked over his most sensitive spot. "Ah ah ah," he puffed as their bodies rocked together. Malfoy's eyes flew open, and he lunged forward to sink his teeth into Harry's shoulder as he came.
Harry gasped. The bite hurt, even through his shirt, but the pain was tempered by the exquisite sensation of Malfoy's hole clamping down hard on his cock. Harry groaned and resumed his long, deep thrusts into Malfoy's quivering body. When his climax hit, he buried his face in the crook of Malfoy's neck to stifle his cries of pleasure.
It was over. The two of them remained locked together, breaths still coming in harsh pants and pulses still hammering in their ears. Harry sighed and levered some of his weight off Malfoy, reluctant to part from him just yet. Soon, they would have to return to exchanging sneers in the corridors of the castle and frosty greetings in the Great Hall. It was expected of them, after all. Opportunities to shag would be infrequent, leading to hasty, semi-clothed couplings that would leave them strangely unsatisfied.
Harry angled his head to fit his mouth over Malfoy's, kissing him with unexpected sweetness. The lazy sweep of Malfoy's tongue into his mouth caused Harry to moan and his cock to twitch.
Malfoy broke the kiss. "Enough," he said, pressing against Harry's shoulders.
Harry took the hint and uncoupled them with a frown. He grabbed his wand from his back pocket and cleaned up the evidence of their shag with a swish and a flick. Harry bent to retrieve Malfoy's clothing and toss it to him before he put himself to rights. Harry waited until Malfoy was dressed again before he pressed another hungry kiss to Malfoy's lips. He then sauntered to the door and opened it. As he stepped into the narrow corridor, Harry said, "I'll see you at the feast tonight, Professor Malfoy."
Malfoy gave him a coy smile and replied, "I am looking forward to it, Headmaster."
Counting Thestrals
Cross-posted to snitches_n_smut
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age.)
Word count: 925
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for nursedarry, who asked for train!smut.
Summary: Harry seeks out Malfoy on the Hogwarts Express.
Harry made his way through the train, searching for one compartment in particular. When he spotted a familiar head of pale blond hair, Harry pushed open the door and entered the small compartment.
Malfoy glanced up from the book he was reading. "Potter," he greeted coolly.
"Malfoy," Harry nodded.
Malfoy returned to his book, and Harry took the opportunity to undress him with his eyes. Malfoy looked up again. "Potter, is there something you want?"
Harry's pulse quickened. "I want to pull your clothes off, push you back on that seat, spread your legs and shag you rotten," he rumbled. Malfoy's eyes had widened while Harry spoke, and his mouth was a perfect O of surprise. Harry flicked his wand, locking the door and drawing the curtains to turn their compartment into an oasis of privacy. "Drop your trousers and pants," Harry commanded in a mild voice.
"I say, Potter-"
"I can see your cock pressing at your zip," Harry interrupted. "You want this as much as I do." As he spoke, Harry extracted a tube of lubricant from his rucksack and unfastened his trousers.
Malfoy toed off his shoes without further comment or complaint, then he stood and unzipped his gray trousers. The train lurched, and Malfoy put a hand out to steady himself. Harry slowly lubed his cock as he watched Malfoy undress. The expensive trousers hit the floor, followed by a pair of black silk briefs. Malfoy stepped out of his garments and sat on the cushioned seat again. Despite being half nude, he managed to look elegant and unruffled. "Are you waiting for an engraved invitation, Potter?" Malfoy taunted. He reached between his legs to fondle his balls. Harry was looming over him in an instant. "Make it quick, Potter," drawled Malfoy as he lay back and spread for Harry. "I'd like to finish my book before we arrive at Hogwarts."
"Malfoy, do shut up," Harry murmured. He placed one knee between Malfoy's legs and kept the other foot on the floor for balance. Harry palmed his penis and guided it to its target. A hand on his shoulder delayed the inevitable.
"Aren't you going to stretch me?" Malfoy demanded.
"I'll stretch you with my cock," growled Harry. He shrugged Malfoy's hand off, positioned the tip of his prick and flexed his hips forward. Malfoy sucked in a hissing breath. Harry didn't ease up on him. He thrust forward until their groins were fitted snugly together. "Mm, tight," Harry sighed. "Quiet summer, Malfoy?"
"Shut your gob and fuck me already, Potter."
Harry didn't mind complying with that order. He pulled out and plunged back in, repeating the process until he and Malfoy settled into a steady rhythm. Their movements blended with the motion of the train as it clacked along the tracks, and the occasional sway or lurch of their car brought their bodies into closer contact.
"Prostate, Potter," Malfoy urged. He shifted his hips beneath Harry, seeking friction against his sweet spot.
Harry altered the angle of his thrusts. A high, breathy cry from Malfoy let Harry know he'd hit the right spot. He shortened his strokes, rubbing back and forth over Malfoy's prostate with merciless intent.
Malfoy writhed and panted, legs flailing about restlessly as Harry worked over his most sensitive spot. "Ah ah ah," he puffed as their bodies rocked together. Malfoy's eyes flew open, and he lunged forward to sink his teeth into Harry's shoulder as he came.
Harry gasped. The bite hurt, even through his shirt, but the pain was tempered by the exquisite sensation of Malfoy's hole clamping down hard on his cock. Harry groaned and resumed his long, deep thrusts into Malfoy's quivering body. When his climax hit, he buried his face in the crook of Malfoy's neck to stifle his cries of pleasure.
It was over. The two of them remained locked together, breaths still coming in harsh pants and pulses still hammering in their ears. Harry sighed and levered some of his weight off Malfoy, reluctant to part from him just yet. Soon, they would have to return to exchanging sneers in the corridors of the castle and frosty greetings in the Great Hall. It was expected of them, after all. Opportunities to shag would be infrequent, leading to hasty, semi-clothed couplings that would leave them strangely unsatisfied.
Harry angled his head to fit his mouth over Malfoy's, kissing him with unexpected sweetness. The lazy sweep of Malfoy's tongue into his mouth caused Harry to moan and his cock to twitch.
Malfoy broke the kiss. "Enough," he said, pressing against Harry's shoulders.
Harry took the hint and uncoupled them with a frown. He grabbed his wand from his back pocket and cleaned up the evidence of their shag with a swish and a flick. Harry bent to retrieve Malfoy's clothing and toss it to him before he put himself to rights. Harry waited until Malfoy was dressed again before he pressed another hungry kiss to Malfoy's lips. He then sauntered to the door and opened it. As he stepped into the narrow corridor, Harry said, "I'll see you at the feast tonight, Professor Malfoy."
Malfoy gave him a coy smile and replied, "I am looking forward to it, Headmaster."
Counting Thestrals
Cross-posted to snitches_n_smut