Red Light District
Title: Red Light District
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
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 the warnings.
Written as: Birthday gift for phycodemented, whose prompt was bottom!Draco, desk sex
Summary: Draco comes to Harry's office to come.
Harry's intercom buzzed. "Mr Malfoy is here to see you, sir," came his secretary's voice.
The door opened, and Draco sauntered into Harry's office.
Harry grinned at the sight of his lover. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr Malfoy?" he asked.
"Funny you should mention the word pleasure," Draco husked, perching one hip on the corner of Harry's desk. "How long has it been since we've had sex in your office?"
Harry leaned back in his chair, trying to quell his rising excitement. "It was last Tuesday, I believe," he drawled.
"That long?!" Draco feigned shock. "We should remedy the situation, straight away." He withdrew his wand and used it to lock the door and cast a charm to prevent any sound from escaping Harry's office. Draco stood and unbuckled his trousers before slowly lowering the zip.
Harry sat forward, breath quickening in anticipation.
Draco toed off his expensive loafers and skimmed his trousers down. He wasn't wearing pants, and his erect cock jutted forth, pointing at Harry's face as if in challenge. Draco tossed his trousers over the chair on the other side of the desk and turned back to Harry. "How do you want me?" he murmured. "On it, or over it?"
Harry rose to his feet and crashed his mouth onto Draco's. He grabbed his lover by the waist and hoisted him onto the desk. Draco threw one hand back for balance, slipping a little as his palm came down on a file that skidded away from him. Harry's inkwell and blotter crashed onto the floor, but neither of them paid any heed. Draco wrapped the other hand around Harry's nape and moaned. He opened his mouth, accepting the aggressive thrust of Harry's tongue.
Harry snogged his boyfriend until the pressure in his trousers became too much. He attacked his belt, button and zip with shaking fingers.
"Hurry, Harry," panted Draco. "I need you now."
"Lube?" grunted Harry, shoving his trousers and pants down.
"I came prepared."
Harry groaned and clutched Draco's hips, tugging his lover to the edge of the desk and positioning himself between Draco's open thighs. Harry guided his cock into place and penetrated Draco, sinking into snug heat.
Draco flailed again and knocked Harry's telephone aside as he braced himself to take his lover's forceful thrusts. "Oh god, Harry, yes! Give it to me! Harder!"
"Going to fuck you...so hard, Draco," puffed Harry. His hips pumped frantically between Draco's legs, shaking the entire desk. A framed photo of the two of them teetered precariously close to the edge before tumbling onto the floor.
Draco grasped at one of Harry's forearms as he scrabbled for purchase on the desk. His hand came down on the telephone again, and he pushed it aside, finally finding the edge of the desk and hanging on for a wild ride. "More, Harry, more!" he demanded.
"Like that, do you?" snarled Harry, slamming into his lover's body. The slick sounds of their joining only whipped him into more of a rutting frenzy. "Like it when I...pound you full of my cock?"
"Yes, Harry, yes!" wailed Draco. He brought one leg up to wrap around Harry's waist, while the other gained a foothold on Harry's chair.
"Unh unh, Draco," Harry huffed, stroking steadily and winding the delicious tension higher and higher.
"Oh, Harry! That..that's the spot! Oh fuck..." Draco's words turned into a drawn-out wail of pleasure as Harry's hand on his cock wanked him to completion.
"Yes, howl for me, you sexy bitch," gritted Harry. He thrust in twice more and came with an incoherent shout.
Once Harry could breathe again, he raised his head from where he'd dropped it to Draco's shoulder and smiled a lazy smile of satisfaction. "Is that what you needed, Mr Malfoy?" he teased.
Draco wilted back onto the desk, propping himself up on his elbows as he favored Harry with a soppy grin. "Indeed, it was, Mr Potter," he replied playfully. His eyes strayed to where their bodies were still joined, and Draco licked his lips.
Harry chuckled and withdrew from his lover. "Look at the mess we've made of my desk," he commented, shaking his head. He flicked cleaning charms over their various bits and began tucking himself back in.
Draco sat up with a wince and rescued Harry's phone from the edge of the desk. He set the handset in the cradle and frowned. "Harry, why is this red light on?"
"Red light?" Harry echoed. The color drained from his face and came back in a rush of scarlet embarrassment. Harry reached over and turned off the intercom.
"Harry?" Draco asked, puzzled as to his lover's reaction. "What's wrong, love?"
"The intercom was on," Harry mumbled.
"What does that mean?"
Harry slanted a glance up at Draco and said, "It means our liaison was broadcast over the entire office."
"What?!" shrieked Draco. He slid off the desk and scrambled to get dressed once more. When he was fully-clothed again, Draco glanced at the door and blanched. "I can't go out there and face all those people," he whispered. He drew his wand and Disapparated.
Harry slumped into his chair and removed his glasses. He scrubbed a hand over his face and muttered, "I wish I didn't have to face them again, either."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
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 the warnings.
Written as: Birthday gift for phycodemented, whose prompt was bottom!Draco, desk sex
Summary: Draco comes to Harry's office to come.
Harry's intercom buzzed. "Mr Malfoy is here to see you, sir," came his secretary's voice.
The door opened, and Draco sauntered into Harry's office.
Harry grinned at the sight of his lover. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr Malfoy?" he asked.
"Funny you should mention the word pleasure," Draco husked, perching one hip on the corner of Harry's desk. "How long has it been since we've had sex in your office?"
Harry leaned back in his chair, trying to quell his rising excitement. "It was last Tuesday, I believe," he drawled.
"That long?!" Draco feigned shock. "We should remedy the situation, straight away." He withdrew his wand and used it to lock the door and cast a charm to prevent any sound from escaping Harry's office. Draco stood and unbuckled his trousers before slowly lowering the zip.
Harry sat forward, breath quickening in anticipation.
Draco toed off his expensive loafers and skimmed his trousers down. He wasn't wearing pants, and his erect cock jutted forth, pointing at Harry's face as if in challenge. Draco tossed his trousers over the chair on the other side of the desk and turned back to Harry. "How do you want me?" he murmured. "On it, or over it?"
Harry rose to his feet and crashed his mouth onto Draco's. He grabbed his lover by the waist and hoisted him onto the desk. Draco threw one hand back for balance, slipping a little as his palm came down on a file that skidded away from him. Harry's inkwell and blotter crashed onto the floor, but neither of them paid any heed. Draco wrapped the other hand around Harry's nape and moaned. He opened his mouth, accepting the aggressive thrust of Harry's tongue.
Harry snogged his boyfriend until the pressure in his trousers became too much. He attacked his belt, button and zip with shaking fingers.
"Hurry, Harry," panted Draco. "I need you now."
"Lube?" grunted Harry, shoving his trousers and pants down.
"I came prepared."
Harry groaned and clutched Draco's hips, tugging his lover to the edge of the desk and positioning himself between Draco's open thighs. Harry guided his cock into place and penetrated Draco, sinking into snug heat.
Draco flailed again and knocked Harry's telephone aside as he braced himself to take his lover's forceful thrusts. "Oh god, Harry, yes! Give it to me! Harder!"
"Going to fuck you...so hard, Draco," puffed Harry. His hips pumped frantically between Draco's legs, shaking the entire desk. A framed photo of the two of them teetered precariously close to the edge before tumbling onto the floor.
Draco grasped at one of Harry's forearms as he scrabbled for purchase on the desk. His hand came down on the telephone again, and he pushed it aside, finally finding the edge of the desk and hanging on for a wild ride. "More, Harry, more!" he demanded.
"Like that, do you?" snarled Harry, slamming into his lover's body. The slick sounds of their joining only whipped him into more of a rutting frenzy. "Like it when I...pound you full of my cock?"
"Yes, Harry, yes!" wailed Draco. He brought one leg up to wrap around Harry's waist, while the other gained a foothold on Harry's chair.
"Unh unh, Draco," Harry huffed, stroking steadily and winding the delicious tension higher and higher.
"Oh, Harry! That..that's the spot! Oh fuck..." Draco's words turned into a drawn-out wail of pleasure as Harry's hand on his cock wanked him to completion.
"Yes, howl for me, you sexy bitch," gritted Harry. He thrust in twice more and came with an incoherent shout.
Once Harry could breathe again, he raised his head from where he'd dropped it to Draco's shoulder and smiled a lazy smile of satisfaction. "Is that what you needed, Mr Malfoy?" he teased.
Draco wilted back onto the desk, propping himself up on his elbows as he favored Harry with a soppy grin. "Indeed, it was, Mr Potter," he replied playfully. His eyes strayed to where their bodies were still joined, and Draco licked his lips.
Harry chuckled and withdrew from his lover. "Look at the mess we've made of my desk," he commented, shaking his head. He flicked cleaning charms over their various bits and began tucking himself back in.
Draco sat up with a wince and rescued Harry's phone from the edge of the desk. He set the handset in the cradle and frowned. "Harry, why is this red light on?"
"Red light?" Harry echoed. The color drained from his face and came back in a rush of scarlet embarrassment. Harry reached over and turned off the intercom.
"Harry?" Draco asked, puzzled as to his lover's reaction. "What's wrong, love?"
"The intercom was on," Harry mumbled.
"What does that mean?"
Harry slanted a glance up at Draco and said, "It means our liaison was broadcast over the entire office."
"What?!" shrieked Draco. He slid off the desk and scrambled to get dressed once more. When he was fully-clothed again, Draco glanced at the door and blanched. "I can't go out there and face all those people," he whispered. He drew his wand and Disapparated.
Harry slumped into his chair and removed his glasses. He scrubbed a hand over his face and muttered, "I wish I didn't have to face them again, either."