Sorted
Title: Sorted
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 840
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a belated birthday gift for girlofavalon, whose prompt was possessive, very dominant top!Harry, angry!sex. My apologies it took so long; most of it has been written for some time; it was just a matter of finishing it. *irons ears*
Summary: Harry sorts out his boyfriend.
It was mid-afternoon when Harry returned from the Ministry. He reckoned Draco would be in a peevish mood, as he'd wanted Harry to get their in-ground swimming pool sorted today. Harry had planned to go in to work for only a couple hours, but he had ended up staying until well after lunch. He steeled himself for Draco's tirade and stepped out the back door.
Draco was lying in a chaise lounger in the shade of a large umbrella. Dark glasses covered his eyes and a cocktail rested on the table at his side. Harry glanced from his boyfriend to the pool. It was crystal blue and appeared recently cleaned. Sunlight sparkled like gemstones off the surface, and the smell of chlorine scented the air. Frowning, Harry returned his attention to Draco. "How did the pool get cleaned and ready?" he asked, voice tight with growing suspicion.
"I summoned the bloke who sold us the potions for the pool," Draco replied in a lazy drawl.
Harry clenched his teeth. He'd disliked the Muggle who had provided the necessary chemicals for the pool. His prices had been exorbitant, and he hadn't been able to keep his lecherous eyes off of Draco. "And how much did this cost?" Harry demanded.
Draco waved off his concerns. "We can afford it," he scoffed. "Be thankful I didn't sleep with him."
"Excuse me?" Harry cried.
Oblivious to or uncaring of the dangerous ground he was on, Draco lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug and replied, "He offered a generous discount if I spread my legs for him."
"I'll kill him," Harry growled, a vein throbbing in his temple.
"Don't get your knickers in a knot," Draco said. "I turned him down, of course."
The words were barely out of his mouth before his lips were seized in a brutal, possessive kiss. Harry had crossed the patio in two swift strides to lay claim to Draco's mouth and body. He fumbled with the arm of the chaise lounge until he succeeded in lowering the back of it so that Draco was now lying flat. Draco flailed--in surprise or resistance, Harry didn't know and didn't care. Draco eventually submitted with a small moan.
Harry snogged him until he could no longer ignore the need for oxygen. He sat up and peeled Draco's swim trunks down. Harry tossed them to the side, unconcerned with where they landed. He pushed his way between Draco's legs. Draco scowled up at him, but since his cock was prodding Harry in the belly, Harry reckoned his boyfriend was as eager for sex as he was. He pulled his wand before dragging his trousers down. Harry summoned some lubricant into his palm and used it to slick his cock. He lowered his hips and positioned himself before breaching Draco's body with an emphatic thrust.
Draco tensed and cursed beneath him, but Harry had no mercy. He fucked his boyfriend often enough that he knew Draco was experiencing no more than mild discomfort. Harry's primal need to claim his lover allowed him no gentleness. Instead, their coupling was harsh and frantic. Draco's hands clutched at Harry's shoulders in a bruising grip, and his body clenched down just as tightly on Harry's cock.
Harry drove in hard and deep on each thrust, determined to remind Draco of whom he belonged to. He wanted his boyfriend to feel this fuck for days afterward. Feel it and remember who had made him ache like that. "You're mine," Harry snarled. "Mine, and don't you dare forget it."
Draco could only whimper in helpless surrender, bringing his legs up to clamp his knees to Harry's sides. The chaise lounge shook violently beneath them as they shagged with abandon. Harry's powerful thrusts drove Draco up until his head was hanging over the edge of the lounge. Draco's sunglasses slid off to clatter on the ground, and his vocalizations increased in intensity until he was wailing in passionate delight as he writhed on Harry's cock.
Harry shifted his angle and slammed in hard, and Draco shrilled and spasmed as he was propelled into climax. When his orgasm eased, Draco was left to lie, spread and pliant, beneath Harry as his lover sought his own release. Harry plunged deep and bellowed his pleasure into the sweaty skin of Draco's neck. He waited until his cock stopped spurting before he pulled out of Draco and clambered off the chaise to do up his trousers.
Draco sat up with a feeble moan and squinted in the bright sunshine. His body was still tingling, and his rim fluttered with delicious aftershocks.
"Who owns your arse, Draco?" Harry bit out.
"You do, Harry," Draco replied in a subdued voice.
Satisfied that he'd made his point, Harry strutted back to the house, completely missing Draco's smug smirk.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 840
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a belated birthday gift for girlofavalon, whose prompt was possessive, very dominant top!Harry, angry!sex. My apologies it took so long; most of it has been written for some time; it was just a matter of finishing it. *irons ears*
Summary: Harry sorts out his boyfriend.
It was mid-afternoon when Harry returned from the Ministry. He reckoned Draco would be in a peevish mood, as he'd wanted Harry to get their in-ground swimming pool sorted today. Harry had planned to go in to work for only a couple hours, but he had ended up staying until well after lunch. He steeled himself for Draco's tirade and stepped out the back door.
Draco was lying in a chaise lounger in the shade of a large umbrella. Dark glasses covered his eyes and a cocktail rested on the table at his side. Harry glanced from his boyfriend to the pool. It was crystal blue and appeared recently cleaned. Sunlight sparkled like gemstones off the surface, and the smell of chlorine scented the air. Frowning, Harry returned his attention to Draco. "How did the pool get cleaned and ready?" he asked, voice tight with growing suspicion.
"I summoned the bloke who sold us the potions for the pool," Draco replied in a lazy drawl.
Harry clenched his teeth. He'd disliked the Muggle who had provided the necessary chemicals for the pool. His prices had been exorbitant, and he hadn't been able to keep his lecherous eyes off of Draco. "And how much did this cost?" Harry demanded.
Draco waved off his concerns. "We can afford it," he scoffed. "Be thankful I didn't sleep with him."
"Excuse me?" Harry cried.
Oblivious to or uncaring of the dangerous ground he was on, Draco lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug and replied, "He offered a generous discount if I spread my legs for him."
"I'll kill him," Harry growled, a vein throbbing in his temple.
"Don't get your knickers in a knot," Draco said. "I turned him down, of course."
The words were barely out of his mouth before his lips were seized in a brutal, possessive kiss. Harry had crossed the patio in two swift strides to lay claim to Draco's mouth and body. He fumbled with the arm of the chaise lounge until he succeeded in lowering the back of it so that Draco was now lying flat. Draco flailed--in surprise or resistance, Harry didn't know and didn't care. Draco eventually submitted with a small moan.
Harry snogged him until he could no longer ignore the need for oxygen. He sat up and peeled Draco's swim trunks down. Harry tossed them to the side, unconcerned with where they landed. He pushed his way between Draco's legs. Draco scowled up at him, but since his cock was prodding Harry in the belly, Harry reckoned his boyfriend was as eager for sex as he was. He pulled his wand before dragging his trousers down. Harry summoned some lubricant into his palm and used it to slick his cock. He lowered his hips and positioned himself before breaching Draco's body with an emphatic thrust.
Draco tensed and cursed beneath him, but Harry had no mercy. He fucked his boyfriend often enough that he knew Draco was experiencing no more than mild discomfort. Harry's primal need to claim his lover allowed him no gentleness. Instead, their coupling was harsh and frantic. Draco's hands clutched at Harry's shoulders in a bruising grip, and his body clenched down just as tightly on Harry's cock.
Harry drove in hard and deep on each thrust, determined to remind Draco of whom he belonged to. He wanted his boyfriend to feel this fuck for days afterward. Feel it and remember who had made him ache like that. "You're mine," Harry snarled. "Mine, and don't you dare forget it."
Draco could only whimper in helpless surrender, bringing his legs up to clamp his knees to Harry's sides. The chaise lounge shook violently beneath them as they shagged with abandon. Harry's powerful thrusts drove Draco up until his head was hanging over the edge of the lounge. Draco's sunglasses slid off to clatter on the ground, and his vocalizations increased in intensity until he was wailing in passionate delight as he writhed on Harry's cock.
Harry shifted his angle and slammed in hard, and Draco shrilled and spasmed as he was propelled into climax. When his orgasm eased, Draco was left to lie, spread and pliant, beneath Harry as his lover sought his own release. Harry plunged deep and bellowed his pleasure into the sweaty skin of Draco's neck. He waited until his cock stopped spurting before he pulled out of Draco and clambered off the chaise to do up his trousers.
Draco sat up with a feeble moan and squinted in the bright sunshine. His body was still tingling, and his rim fluttered with delicious aftershocks.
"Who owns your arse, Draco?" Harry bit out.
"You do, Harry," Draco replied in a subdued voice.
Satisfied that he'd made his point, Harry strutted back to the house, completely missing Draco's smug smirk.