JMDC Gift!fic; LeoPalooza #3
Title: Twice Taken Advantage Of
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 925
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 for the following:
♥ Gift!fic for alisanne who won March's JMDC and asked for a sequel to Taken Advantage Of.
♥ leo_palooza prompt #3 - rimming
Summary: Draco has been waiting for this all morning.
Draco resisted the urge to cast another Tempus charm. He doubted ten minutes had passed since the last time he'd cast the charm. The morning was positively dragging by, and it seemed lunchtime would never arrive. Draco was looking forward to lunch today; Potter had said he would return to Draco's office for another naughty nooner.
There was a knock at the door at precisely 11:56. Draco's cock jerked in response, but he strove to present a calm demeanor. "Enter," he called out in a clipped, professional voice. Draco glanced up when the door opened, disappointed to see it was one of the department's secretaries.
"Here are the reports you requested, Malfoy."
"Thank you, Leo," Draco replied. The young man set the files down and exited quietly. Draco sighed in disappointment and reached for the stack. The office door opened, and Potter strode in. Irritated and sexually frustrated, Draco snapped, "Don't you know how to knock?"
"You knew I was coming," Potter said. He then grinned at his own bad pun.
Draco was on the verge of tearing a strip off of Potter, but he held his tongue. No sense in sending Potter storming out in a huff. Draco had an itch, and it needed to be scratched--the sooner, the better. He stood without a word and began unbuttoning his robes. Potter followed suit, and the two of them disrobed in silence. Draco opened his desk drawer and retrieved the lubricant and some condoms.
Potter reached over and snatched the items from his hands. "Allow me," he said, voice gruff with growing passion. "Arrange yourself on the sofa as you did yesterday," Potter instructed.
Bemused, Draco crossed to the sofa and knelt upon it before resting his forearms on the cushioned arm. He turned his head to watch as Potter knelt behind him. "Do you enjoy preparing your lovers, Potter?" Draco asked. His voice was more breathy than he had intended.
"I do, Malfoy," Potter rumbled in response. "Since this is flavored lube, I'm going to prepare you with my tongue."
Draco's breath hitched in anticipation. He loved a good rimming, but not many blokes were actually good at it. Draco turned his head to face forward, then bit his lip when Potter palmed his arse and spread him. Lubricant was drizzled down his cleft and rubbed over his entrance. Draco's teeth clamped down harder as a hint of warm breath tickled his sensitive flesh. A tiny whimper escaped when Draco felt the first hesitant touch of Potter's tongue.
As if that one taste unleashed Potter's hunger, he suddenly began feasting on Draco's hole. He licked and nibbled, lapped and nipped, slurped and sucked until Draco's hips were hunching in the air and pre-come was dripping from his cock. And Potter hadn't even penetrated him yet.
"Please," Draco whined, uncaring of how needy he sounded. Potter obliged him by thrusting the spear of his tongue into Draco's hole. Draco nearly sobbed as that slick muscle wriggled inside of him, loosening his rim and wetting him thoroughly. Unable to help himself, Draco wrapped a hand around his painfully hard cock and tugged. After only three pulls, he was crying out and coming all over the sofa.
That sinful tongue was withdrawn, and Draco was dimly aware of the sound of foil tearing. "Ungh," he grunted when Potter's cock pushed its way inside of him. Draco was forced to brace himself on the arm of the sofa or risk ending up with his head hanging over the edge. He widened his knees to better withstand the brunt of Potter's rugged thrusts. Potter wasn't taking it easy on Draco, and he loved it. Draco allowed his head to droop forward until a hard jab against his prostate caused him to fling his head back with a hiss of pleasure. His softened cock began to fill with blood again, and Draco's back arched as he became a willing participant once more.
"Going to come again?" Potter growled. He prodded Draco's sweet spot for emphasis. "Like that, do you?" he taunted when Draco groaned again.
"Yes," panted Draco.
"Tell me what you like."
"Oh fuck," Draco gasped. "I like it when you r-rim me, and I love the way your cock feels inside of me."
"Keep talking," rasped Potter, riding Draco hard.
"Potter," Draco whined. "Just...fuck...more!" His hand was busy on his cock again, and Draco was closing in on another orgasm. Potter shifted and thrust and banged Draco's prostate, and Draco climaxed with a keening wail. It lasted longer this time, and he writhed as his body tensed and shuddered. Behind him, Potter achieved his own release. He drove in once more, hard, and twitched inside of Draco's spasming hole.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap. Draco gradually became aware of how uncomfortable he was, twisted and pinned beneath Potter's weight. "You're heavy," he complained.
Potter grumbled, but he lifted himself off of Draco and uncoupled from him. "You came twice," he commented as he stripped off his condom. "You owe me one."
Draco rolled to his side and heaved a dramatic moan. "I can't take anymore today, Potter."
"Yeah?" Potter queried as he stumbled to the bin and disposed of the condom. "What are you doing tonight?"
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Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 925
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 for the following:
♥ Gift!fic for alisanne who won March's JMDC and asked for a sequel to Taken Advantage Of.
♥ leo_palooza prompt #3 - rimming
Summary: Draco has been waiting for this all morning.
Draco resisted the urge to cast another Tempus charm. He doubted ten minutes had passed since the last time he'd cast the charm. The morning was positively dragging by, and it seemed lunchtime would never arrive. Draco was looking forward to lunch today; Potter had said he would return to Draco's office for another naughty nooner.
There was a knock at the door at precisely 11:56. Draco's cock jerked in response, but he strove to present a calm demeanor. "Enter," he called out in a clipped, professional voice. Draco glanced up when the door opened, disappointed to see it was one of the department's secretaries.
"Here are the reports you requested, Malfoy."
"Thank you, Leo," Draco replied. The young man set the files down and exited quietly. Draco sighed in disappointment and reached for the stack. The office door opened, and Potter strode in. Irritated and sexually frustrated, Draco snapped, "Don't you know how to knock?"
"You knew I was coming," Potter said. He then grinned at his own bad pun.
Draco was on the verge of tearing a strip off of Potter, but he held his tongue. No sense in sending Potter storming out in a huff. Draco had an itch, and it needed to be scratched--the sooner, the better. He stood without a word and began unbuttoning his robes. Potter followed suit, and the two of them disrobed in silence. Draco opened his desk drawer and retrieved the lubricant and some condoms.
Potter reached over and snatched the items from his hands. "Allow me," he said, voice gruff with growing passion. "Arrange yourself on the sofa as you did yesterday," Potter instructed.
Bemused, Draco crossed to the sofa and knelt upon it before resting his forearms on the cushioned arm. He turned his head to watch as Potter knelt behind him. "Do you enjoy preparing your lovers, Potter?" Draco asked. His voice was more breathy than he had intended.
"I do, Malfoy," Potter rumbled in response. "Since this is flavored lube, I'm going to prepare you with my tongue."
Draco's breath hitched in anticipation. He loved a good rimming, but not many blokes were actually good at it. Draco turned his head to face forward, then bit his lip when Potter palmed his arse and spread him. Lubricant was drizzled down his cleft and rubbed over his entrance. Draco's teeth clamped down harder as a hint of warm breath tickled his sensitive flesh. A tiny whimper escaped when Draco felt the first hesitant touch of Potter's tongue.
As if that one taste unleashed Potter's hunger, he suddenly began feasting on Draco's hole. He licked and nibbled, lapped and nipped, slurped and sucked until Draco's hips were hunching in the air and pre-come was dripping from his cock. And Potter hadn't even penetrated him yet.
"Please," Draco whined, uncaring of how needy he sounded. Potter obliged him by thrusting the spear of his tongue into Draco's hole. Draco nearly sobbed as that slick muscle wriggled inside of him, loosening his rim and wetting him thoroughly. Unable to help himself, Draco wrapped a hand around his painfully hard cock and tugged. After only three pulls, he was crying out and coming all over the sofa.
That sinful tongue was withdrawn, and Draco was dimly aware of the sound of foil tearing. "Ungh," he grunted when Potter's cock pushed its way inside of him. Draco was forced to brace himself on the arm of the sofa or risk ending up with his head hanging over the edge. He widened his knees to better withstand the brunt of Potter's rugged thrusts. Potter wasn't taking it easy on Draco, and he loved it. Draco allowed his head to droop forward until a hard jab against his prostate caused him to fling his head back with a hiss of pleasure. His softened cock began to fill with blood again, and Draco's back arched as he became a willing participant once more.
"Going to come again?" Potter growled. He prodded Draco's sweet spot for emphasis. "Like that, do you?" he taunted when Draco groaned again.
"Yes," panted Draco.
"Tell me what you like."
"Oh fuck," Draco gasped. "I like it when you r-rim me, and I love the way your cock feels inside of me."
"Keep talking," rasped Potter, riding Draco hard.
"Potter," Draco whined. "Just...fuck...more!" His hand was busy on his cock again, and Draco was closing in on another orgasm. Potter shifted and thrust and banged Draco's prostate, and Draco climaxed with a keening wail. It lasted longer this time, and he writhed as his body tensed and shuddered. Behind him, Potter achieved his own release. He drove in once more, hard, and twitched inside of Draco's spasming hole.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap. Draco gradually became aware of how uncomfortable he was, twisted and pinned beneath Potter's weight. "You're heavy," he complained.
Potter grumbled, but he lifted himself off of Draco and uncoupled from him. "You came twice," he commented as he stripped off his condom. "You owe me one."
Draco rolled to his side and heaved a dramatic moan. "I can't take anymore today, Potter."
"Yeah?" Potter queried as he stumbled to the bin and disposed of the condom. "What are you doing tonight?"
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