Mustang Draco
Title: Mustang Draco
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, misuse of a vintage auto
Word Count: 935
Written as: A birthday gift for imjustdifrent, who asked for something American. What is more American than a muscle car?
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Draco can't wait to ride in Harry's new automobile.
Draco was filled with excitement and nervous energy. Harry would be returning soon. He'd only been gone an hour or so, but Draco was eagerly awaiting his boyfriend's arrival. Harry had gone to fetch his latest toy. Draco didn't pretend to understand his boyfriend's fascination with Muggle automobiles, but he was keenly aware of their effect on Harry and how that affected him.
Draco knew what was going to happen. Harry would come home with a huge grin on his face, and he would want to take Draco for a ride in the new auto. Harry would drive out to the countryside where he would open the throttle and put the auto through its paces. Invariably, he would become randy and pull over in some secluded area. Harry would then bend Draco over the boot or bonnet and shag him senseless. Or, if the auto was large enough, Draco would get buggered in the back seat. He was already hard, just thinking about it.
Draco heard the purr of a well-tuned motor, followed by the slam of a car door. A moment later the front door of the townhouse opened and Harry's head appeared. "Come take a ride in my new car, Draco," he called.
Draco nearly trampled his boyfriend in his rush to get to the car. The auto sat idling in the drive. It was sleek and powerful looking with a bright red finish and wide black stripes detailing the bonnet and the sides. Draco dashed up to the left door and yanked it open, only to pause in confusion.
Harry laughed behind him. "Planning to drive, were you?" he teased.
"Why is the wheel on the passenger side?" Draco complained as he made his way around to the other door.
"It's an American car," Harry explained as he slid into the driver's seat on the left. "It's a vintage auto--a 1970 Ford Mustang. The Yanks call these muscle cars."
Draco shivered in reaction. He couldn't wait to feel the force of Harry's glorious muscles when his boyfriend stopped the car for a bout of naughty sex.
Harry backed onto the street and drove at a controlled pace until they were out in the open countryside. He then stepped on the accelerator and whooped in joy as the car responded. Harry began talking about horse power and cylinders and RPMs and all those other terms that didn't mean a thing to Draco. Nevertheless, he nodded and smiled in anticipation of his reward.
After half an hour of zooming along quaint country roads, Harry pulled over in a spot bordered by trees and hedgerows. He turned the car off and turned to Draco. "What do you think of it?"
"It's fantastic, Harry!" enthused Draco. He was practically squirming in his seat.
"Let's get out and stretch our legs, shall we?" Harry suggested. It was his way of saying, 'Let's shag'.
Draco bailed out and made a pretense of stretching. Harry walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Draco's torso. He nuzzled into Draco's neck and nipped him.
"Bend over and put your hands on the bonnet," Harry husked.
Draco obeyed, placing his hands flat on the car's shiny hood and spreading his legs. He twitched when Harry reached around him and unfastened his trousers before dragging them down Draco's hips and thighs. Draco quivered again at the sound of Harry's zip lowering.
"Are you ready for me, love?"
"Yes," gasped Draco. And he was. He had lubed and stretched himself while Harry was gone. Draco held his breath when he felt Harry's cock nudge between his arse cheeks, and he released his breath on a low groan when his boyfriend pushed inside of him.
"Alright there?" Harry asked.
"Mm, fantastic," sighed Draco. He wiggled his bum, wanting more. Harry didn't disappoint him. He began thrusting in and out of Draco, stretching him on each stroke and brushing against Draco's prostate as he moved. Draco gave up on trying to be quiet, and he moaned in lusty enjoyment each time Harry pounded him full.
"Wank yourself," Harry ordered. "I love it when you come all over my car, and I-"
"Oh god Har-REE!" Draco shrilled as his cock jerked in his hand and added pearlescent stripes to the auto's red and black color scheme. Draco slumped forward, bracing himself with both hands as his boyfriend continued driving into him. Harry's movements quickened until he, too, climaxed and filled Draco with his release.
They remained locked together as the sweat cooled on their bodies. Draco became aware of the teeth of Harry's zip pressing into his arse, and he suddenly became self-conscious of his own semi-nudity. "Let's get dressed before someone sees us," he said.
Harry withdrew from Draco and zipped up. He pulled a soft chamois from his back pocket and used it to wipe the bonnet of his precious car clean of Draco's spunk. Harry then used the cloth to clean Draco, which was another part of this routine.
Draco hummed at the sensation of the soft cloth caressing his arse. When Harry stepped back, Draco pulled his trousers up and tucked himself in.
Harry opened the passenger door with a gallant gesture. "Let's go home, Draco, and I'll take you for another sort of ride."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, misuse of a vintage auto
Word Count: 935
Written as: A birthday gift for imjustdifrent, who asked for something American. What is more American than a muscle car?
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Draco can't wait to ride in Harry's new automobile.
Draco was filled with excitement and nervous energy. Harry would be returning soon. He'd only been gone an hour or so, but Draco was eagerly awaiting his boyfriend's arrival. Harry had gone to fetch his latest toy. Draco didn't pretend to understand his boyfriend's fascination with Muggle automobiles, but he was keenly aware of their effect on Harry and how that affected him.
Draco knew what was going to happen. Harry would come home with a huge grin on his face, and he would want to take Draco for a ride in the new auto. Harry would drive out to the countryside where he would open the throttle and put the auto through its paces. Invariably, he would become randy and pull over in some secluded area. Harry would then bend Draco over the boot or bonnet and shag him senseless. Or, if the auto was large enough, Draco would get buggered in the back seat. He was already hard, just thinking about it.
Draco heard the purr of a well-tuned motor, followed by the slam of a car door. A moment later the front door of the townhouse opened and Harry's head appeared. "Come take a ride in my new car, Draco," he called.
Draco nearly trampled his boyfriend in his rush to get to the car. The auto sat idling in the drive. It was sleek and powerful looking with a bright red finish and wide black stripes detailing the bonnet and the sides. Draco dashed up to the left door and yanked it open, only to pause in confusion.
Harry laughed behind him. "Planning to drive, were you?" he teased.
"Why is the wheel on the passenger side?" Draco complained as he made his way around to the other door.
"It's an American car," Harry explained as he slid into the driver's seat on the left. "It's a vintage auto--a 1970 Ford Mustang. The Yanks call these muscle cars."
Draco shivered in reaction. He couldn't wait to feel the force of Harry's glorious muscles when his boyfriend stopped the car for a bout of naughty sex.
Harry backed onto the street and drove at a controlled pace until they were out in the open countryside. He then stepped on the accelerator and whooped in joy as the car responded. Harry began talking about horse power and cylinders and RPMs and all those other terms that didn't mean a thing to Draco. Nevertheless, he nodded and smiled in anticipation of his reward.
After half an hour of zooming along quaint country roads, Harry pulled over in a spot bordered by trees and hedgerows. He turned the car off and turned to Draco. "What do you think of it?"
"It's fantastic, Harry!" enthused Draco. He was practically squirming in his seat.
"Let's get out and stretch our legs, shall we?" Harry suggested. It was his way of saying, 'Let's shag'.
Draco bailed out and made a pretense of stretching. Harry walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Draco's torso. He nuzzled into Draco's neck and nipped him.
"Bend over and put your hands on the bonnet," Harry husked.
Draco obeyed, placing his hands flat on the car's shiny hood and spreading his legs. He twitched when Harry reached around him and unfastened his trousers before dragging them down Draco's hips and thighs. Draco quivered again at the sound of Harry's zip lowering.
"Are you ready for me, love?"
"Yes," gasped Draco. And he was. He had lubed and stretched himself while Harry was gone. Draco held his breath when he felt Harry's cock nudge between his arse cheeks, and he released his breath on a low groan when his boyfriend pushed inside of him.
"Alright there?" Harry asked.
"Mm, fantastic," sighed Draco. He wiggled his bum, wanting more. Harry didn't disappoint him. He began thrusting in and out of Draco, stretching him on each stroke and brushing against Draco's prostate as he moved. Draco gave up on trying to be quiet, and he moaned in lusty enjoyment each time Harry pounded him full.
"Wank yourself," Harry ordered. "I love it when you come all over my car, and I-"
"Oh god Har-REE!" Draco shrilled as his cock jerked in his hand and added pearlescent stripes to the auto's red and black color scheme. Draco slumped forward, bracing himself with both hands as his boyfriend continued driving into him. Harry's movements quickened until he, too, climaxed and filled Draco with his release.
They remained locked together as the sweat cooled on their bodies. Draco became aware of the teeth of Harry's zip pressing into his arse, and he suddenly became self-conscious of his own semi-nudity. "Let's get dressed before someone sees us," he said.
Harry withdrew from Draco and zipped up. He pulled a soft chamois from his back pocket and used it to wipe the bonnet of his precious car clean of Draco's spunk. Harry then used the cloth to clean Draco, which was another part of this routine.
Draco hummed at the sensation of the soft cloth caressing his arse. When Harry stepped back, Draco pulled his trousers up and tucked himself in.
Harry opened the passenger door with a gallant gesture. "Let's go home, Draco, and I'll take you for another sort of ride."