Sway
Title: Sway white cat verse 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Do not attempt this at home.
Word count: 1160
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for andreastephens, who asked for more of cat!Draco. This is part of an arc, but it can be read as a stand-alone.
Summary: Harry is being stalked.
Harry was dozing in the hammock while a gentle breeze played with his hair and cooled his skin. The day was sunny and pleasant, and Harry was lulled by the soft drone of insects and the birds singing in the trees. Draco had gone to visit his mum for the day, and Harry was taking advantage of the decent weather to enjoy a respite in the garden. He was relaxed and at ease and completely unaware he was being stalked.
The white cat crept forward, using the bushes and other foliage as cover. He sneaked from bush to bush, eyes locked on his target. The hammock swayed gently in the mild wind, rocking its occupant to sleep and leaving him complacent and off-guard. The cat's tail flicked in fiendish delight. He slunk the final few feet to the last bit of cover and then paused to assess the situation. The hammock would be an easy leap from here. The cat's rump wiggled as he prepared for take off. With a powerful thrust of his hind legs, he pounced.
Harry flailed and sputtered when something landed on his chest and latched on with sharp claws. The hammock tilted crazily, nearly tipping him out of it. "Draco!" he yelped, grabbing his boyfriend with one hand and reaching with the other to grasp the frame of the hammock to steady it.
Once the hammock stopped moving, Draco retracted his claws and settled atop Harry's chest, purring in delight.
"How dare you attack me, you menace?" demanded Harry. "For that matter, why are you home so early?" Draco's ears laid back, and Harry hastened to soothe him. "Not that I don't want you here, but I thought I wouldn't see you until dinnertime."
Draco yawned and laid his chin on his paws, indicating he'd rather nap than talk. No matter; Harry knew how to get a rise out of him. He ran one hand along Draco's back, increasing the pressure as he reached the base of Draco's tail. Like all cats, Draco was compelled to arch up into the caress. His rump lifted, and he flexed his claws into Harry's skin again.
"Ouch," Harry hissed. "Perhaps you should change back," he suggested. "But before you do, you need to-"
Draco's abrupt shift upset the balance of the hammock once more, and Harry's sentence ended on a squeak.
"...get down!" Harry grappled with the frame again in order to prevent them both from being dumped on the ground. "You're squashing me!" he protested.
"Budge over."
"This hammock wasn't built for two!" cried Harry.
"Then you lie on the hammock, and I'll lie on you," Draco shrugged. He laid his head on Harry's shoulder and heaved a contented sigh.
Harry crossed his eyes to scowl at his boyfriend's blond head, but it was difficult to remain angry at a snuggling Draco. Harry ran one hand down Draco's back in an imitation of his earlier petting, and once more, Draco's arse lifted into the caress.
"Stop that," Draco complained. "I need a nap." Despite his words, however, he squirmed atop Harry to fit their groins snugly together, and Harry could feel Draco hardening where their bodies were aligned.
"I think you need a shag," smirked Harry.
Draco didn't bother to raise his head. "This hammock wasn't built for two, remember?"
"We'll simply have to be careful, won't we?" Harry reached for his wand on the rickety table beside him and waved it over their bodies. Their clothing vanished.
"Harry!" squeaked Draco. "You shameless cad!"
"Shift up a bit and ride my cock," suggested Harry.
"Without lube? I think not. Harry!" Draco yipped again when his arse was suddenly slicked with a cool, slippery substance.
"Ride me," Harry insisted.
Draco tried to appear cross, but his cock had swelled to full hardness, and it was evident he was ready for a shag. He slithered up Harry's body, eliciting groans from each of them, and reached back to position his boyfriend's erect penis. Draco raised up and slowly lowered himself back down, impaling himself on Harry's cock as he did so.
"Sweet fucking Merlin," Harry gasped. His hands moved to grasp Draco's arse, and the hammock swayed. Harry quickly returned one hand to the frame to steady them again. "Easy does it," he gritted.
Instead of the vigorous thrusting they normally engaged in, Harry and Draco had to settle for rocking their lower bodies together gently, relying on friction and the rhythmic clenching of Draco's inner muscles for pleasure. The naughty element of having sex in the garden added to their enjoyment. Harry squeezed and kneaded Draco's arse cheeks in turn with one hand as he hunched his hips up. He wasn't fully embedded in Draco's body, but he was in deep enough to brush his boyfriend's prostate with each small motion. The hammock began to sway more, and Harry gritted his teeth and concentrated on keeping it as still as possible.
Draco braced his hands on the frame as well, leaving him unable to touch himself. However, his squirming atop Harry was allowing him to frot his swollen cock against the trail of coarse hair that led from Harry's navel to his groin. Draco was convinced Harry's happy trail was there simply to stimulate his cock during sex. He loved the rough friction of it sliding over the underside of his penis while they shagged. Draco's motions became more stilted and frantic as his orgasm neared.
Harry raised his head and sank his teeth into Draco's flesh where his neck met his shoulder. It was the final stimulation Draco needed to climax, and he yowled and writhed on top of Harry as his cock pulsed between them. Harry forgot the need for safety in his urge to thrust, and he pushed his hips up hard, sinking deeper into Draco and letting his boyfriend's clenching muscles draw forth his own orgasm.
The hammock lurched, and Draco dropped one foot to the ground to prevent them from toppling over...all while Harry was filling him with hot spurts of come. When their bodies relaxed they lay there, panting and sweaty and sticky, and waited for the hammock to stop swaying. This time, it was Draco who fumbled for Harry's wand and swept a cleaning charm over them both. He replaced the wand on the table and assumed his cat form once more.
Harry found it much easier to breathe, but he rather missed all of Draco's delicious, naked skin pressed against him. The sex had left him knackered, however, and all Harry could think of was resuming his nap. He and Draco yawned in concert, then Draco stretched out atop Harry and purred him to sleep.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Do not attempt this at home.
Word count: 1160
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for andreastephens, who asked for more of cat!Draco. This is part of an arc, but it can be read as a stand-alone.
Summary: Harry is being stalked.
Harry was dozing in the hammock while a gentle breeze played with his hair and cooled his skin. The day was sunny and pleasant, and Harry was lulled by the soft drone of insects and the birds singing in the trees. Draco had gone to visit his mum for the day, and Harry was taking advantage of the decent weather to enjoy a respite in the garden. He was relaxed and at ease and completely unaware he was being stalked.
The white cat crept forward, using the bushes and other foliage as cover. He sneaked from bush to bush, eyes locked on his target. The hammock swayed gently in the mild wind, rocking its occupant to sleep and leaving him complacent and off-guard. The cat's tail flicked in fiendish delight. He slunk the final few feet to the last bit of cover and then paused to assess the situation. The hammock would be an easy leap from here. The cat's rump wiggled as he prepared for take off. With a powerful thrust of his hind legs, he pounced.
Harry flailed and sputtered when something landed on his chest and latched on with sharp claws. The hammock tilted crazily, nearly tipping him out of it. "Draco!" he yelped, grabbing his boyfriend with one hand and reaching with the other to grasp the frame of the hammock to steady it.
Once the hammock stopped moving, Draco retracted his claws and settled atop Harry's chest, purring in delight.
"How dare you attack me, you menace?" demanded Harry. "For that matter, why are you home so early?" Draco's ears laid back, and Harry hastened to soothe him. "Not that I don't want you here, but I thought I wouldn't see you until dinnertime."
Draco yawned and laid his chin on his paws, indicating he'd rather nap than talk. No matter; Harry knew how to get a rise out of him. He ran one hand along Draco's back, increasing the pressure as he reached the base of Draco's tail. Like all cats, Draco was compelled to arch up into the caress. His rump lifted, and he flexed his claws into Harry's skin again.
"Ouch," Harry hissed. "Perhaps you should change back," he suggested. "But before you do, you need to-"
Draco's abrupt shift upset the balance of the hammock once more, and Harry's sentence ended on a squeak.
"...get down!" Harry grappled with the frame again in order to prevent them both from being dumped on the ground. "You're squashing me!" he protested.
"Budge over."
"This hammock wasn't built for two!" cried Harry.
"Then you lie on the hammock, and I'll lie on you," Draco shrugged. He laid his head on Harry's shoulder and heaved a contented sigh.
Harry crossed his eyes to scowl at his boyfriend's blond head, but it was difficult to remain angry at a snuggling Draco. Harry ran one hand down Draco's back in an imitation of his earlier petting, and once more, Draco's arse lifted into the caress.
"Stop that," Draco complained. "I need a nap." Despite his words, however, he squirmed atop Harry to fit their groins snugly together, and Harry could feel Draco hardening where their bodies were aligned.
"I think you need a shag," smirked Harry.
Draco didn't bother to raise his head. "This hammock wasn't built for two, remember?"
"We'll simply have to be careful, won't we?" Harry reached for his wand on the rickety table beside him and waved it over their bodies. Their clothing vanished.
"Harry!" squeaked Draco. "You shameless cad!"
"Shift up a bit and ride my cock," suggested Harry.
"Without lube? I think not. Harry!" Draco yipped again when his arse was suddenly slicked with a cool, slippery substance.
"Ride me," Harry insisted.
Draco tried to appear cross, but his cock had swelled to full hardness, and it was evident he was ready for a shag. He slithered up Harry's body, eliciting groans from each of them, and reached back to position his boyfriend's erect penis. Draco raised up and slowly lowered himself back down, impaling himself on Harry's cock as he did so.
"Sweet fucking Merlin," Harry gasped. His hands moved to grasp Draco's arse, and the hammock swayed. Harry quickly returned one hand to the frame to steady them again. "Easy does it," he gritted.
Instead of the vigorous thrusting they normally engaged in, Harry and Draco had to settle for rocking their lower bodies together gently, relying on friction and the rhythmic clenching of Draco's inner muscles for pleasure. The naughty element of having sex in the garden added to their enjoyment. Harry squeezed and kneaded Draco's arse cheeks in turn with one hand as he hunched his hips up. He wasn't fully embedded in Draco's body, but he was in deep enough to brush his boyfriend's prostate with each small motion. The hammock began to sway more, and Harry gritted his teeth and concentrated on keeping it as still as possible.
Draco braced his hands on the frame as well, leaving him unable to touch himself. However, his squirming atop Harry was allowing him to frot his swollen cock against the trail of coarse hair that led from Harry's navel to his groin. Draco was convinced Harry's happy trail was there simply to stimulate his cock during sex. He loved the rough friction of it sliding over the underside of his penis while they shagged. Draco's motions became more stilted and frantic as his orgasm neared.
Harry raised his head and sank his teeth into Draco's flesh where his neck met his shoulder. It was the final stimulation Draco needed to climax, and he yowled and writhed on top of Harry as his cock pulsed between them. Harry forgot the need for safety in his urge to thrust, and he pushed his hips up hard, sinking deeper into Draco and letting his boyfriend's clenching muscles draw forth his own orgasm.
The hammock lurched, and Draco dropped one foot to the ground to prevent them from toppling over...all while Harry was filling him with hot spurts of come. When their bodies relaxed they lay there, panting and sweaty and sticky, and waited for the hammock to stop swaying. This time, it was Draco who fumbled for Harry's wand and swept a cleaning charm over them both. He replaced the wand on the table and assumed his cat form once more.
Harry found it much easier to breathe, but he rather missed all of Draco's delicious, naked skin pressed against him. The sex had left him knackered, however, and all Harry could think of was resuming his nap. He and Draco yawned in concert, then Draco stretched out atop Harry and purred him to sleep.