Harry's Whore 2
Title: Harry's Whore 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, D/s, bondage
Word count: 1060
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for aprettyeternity, who asked for D/s, top!Harry. This is the sequel to Harry's Whore.
Summary: Draco has been punished, and now he is rewarded.
Author's note: Please do not link to Facebook or Twitter.
Draco remained on his knees, flushed face pressed to the floor as Harry rode him to completion. He felt a glow of pride when his lover's cock spurted inside his trembling body. Harry uncoupled them and stroked a hand over the abused flesh of Draco's naked arse. He released the chains that fastened Draco's wrist and ankle cuffs together. Draco signed in relief and brought his hands forward slowly. Beyond that, he didn't move.
"Do you plan to behave yourself for the rest of the night?" Harry asked in a mild voice.
"Yes, Harry," Draco answered meekly. A hand brushed his throat and released the snap that fastened Draco's collar to a ring embedded in the floor. Still, Draco remained unmoving. He heard the rustle of blankets as Harry settled on the bed.
"Come here."
Draco crawled to the edge of the bed and climbed up on it. Harry was holding a short length of chain in one hand, and Draco obediently slunk up to him. Harry fastened the leash to the ring on Draco's collar and tugged it gently. Draco lay down next to his lover.
"On your back," commanded Harry.
Draco rolled to his back and lay still. His legs were straight, and his arms were flat at his sides. The chain felt cool where it draped from his collar and over his shoulder before leading up to the spindles of the headboard. Draco's arse was sore, both from the spanking and the fucking, but he kept his expression impassive as he awaited Harry's pleasure.
Harry's hand reached out, fingers trailing from Draco's navel up to his nipples. He rubbed each of them in turn, causing them to stiffen into taut peaks. "Your nipples need some adornment, don't you agree?" he murmured.
"Yes, Harry," Draco replied. His nipples were sensitive, and the clamps only increased that sensitivity.
Harry Summoned the box of toys to himself and withdrew the nipple clamps. They were attached by a slender length of chain between them. Harry fastened them onto Draco's nipples, one after the other.
Draco gasped, and his cock flexed with a renewed surge of blood.
"Beautiful," rasped Harry. He gave the chain a gentle tug, and Draco moaned and arched up. "Up on your knees, love," instructed Harry.
Draco sat up and knelt with his back to Harry. The chain attaching his collar to the headboard had just enough length to allow him to kneel. By now, Draco was fully erect once more. Every movement sent spikes of desire arrowing from his pinched nipples to his cock. The change of position also allowed the results of their prior sexual encounter to dribble from Draco's hole. He clenched his buttocks together at the sensation.
Harry snapped Draco's wrist cuffs together behind his back before slipping a blindfold over his head and around his eyes. Harry's final touch was to insert a lubed plug in Draco's arse.
Draco felt Harry's weight leave the bed, but he remained in position. Harry may return at any moment, or he might leave Draco like this for hours. Draco's cock gave an anxious throb, but he refrained from any movement. Displeasing his lover would result in another spanking, or worse, complete abandonment. Draco feared being left like this far more than he feared the crop or the paddle.
Draco lost track of time as he knelt there. The blindfold made him hypersensitive to the physical sensations assaulting his body, from the pleasant pain of the nipple clamps to the not-quite-enough penetration of the plug. And yet, Draco waited...motionless.
He was rewarded for his patience when he heard Harry return to the bedroom. Draco felt the bed dip beneath his lover's weight, and he felt the heat of Harry's body behind him. He quivered in anticipation.
"Are you ready for me, Draco?" The question was accompanied by a subtle twist of the plug.
"Yes, Harry," gasped Draco. He moaned as the plug was withdrawn, then went breathless and still at the insistent nudge of Harry's cock between his arse cheeks. Draco groaned in delight as he was penetrated, and the only thing preventing his head from lolling back was the chain fastened to his collar.
Harry began pumping his hips over Draco's arse, beginning at a leisurely pace. His thrusts quickly gained speed and force, however, until Harry was fucking Draco with lust-fueled savagery.
The hot puffs of his lover's breath against the back of his neck drove Draco wild. He worked his hips back and forth as Harry rode him, taking Harry's cock deep on each stroke. Draco keened when Harry found just the right angle to jab his prostate as he drove into him. He wanted Harry's hand on his aching cock, but Draco didn't dare ask for it. Harry would touch him when he wanted to.
"You love this, don't you?" Harry's voice rasped in Draco's ear. "You love being on your knees in front of me, spreading your legs for me and taking my cock up your arse."
"Yes!" Draco cried, hunching his hips faster.
"I should keep you like this always," Harry said. "Naked and collared and chained to my bed. Would you like that?"
"Yes," moaned Draco, breath coming in sobbing gasps.
"Would you like to spend the rest of your life spread beneath me while I pound your sweet arse and play with your cock?" Harry's hand closed around Draco's erect penis as he spoke, and he gave the rigid flesh a firm stroke.
"Yes!" screamed Draco. His pelvis jolted forward, and his entire body shook with the force of his orgasm.
Harry continued plunging into Draco, thrusting harder and faster until his own release spurted forth. He sagged against Draco, his weight bearing them both to the bed.
Draco was unable to break his fall; he could only turn his head to avoid landing nose-first among the pillows. He crouched there, panting and trembling while Harry's cock softened inside of him.
Eventually, Harry straightened, and his limp cock slipped free of Draco's hole. "So beautiful," he murmured, smoothing his palms over Draco's still faintly-reddened buttocks. "My beautiful whore."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, D/s, bondage
Word count: 1060
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for aprettyeternity, who asked for D/s, top!Harry. This is the sequel to Harry's Whore.
Summary: Draco has been punished, and now he is rewarded.
Author's note: Please do not link to Facebook or Twitter.
Draco remained on his knees, flushed face pressed to the floor as Harry rode him to completion. He felt a glow of pride when his lover's cock spurted inside his trembling body. Harry uncoupled them and stroked a hand over the abused flesh of Draco's naked arse. He released the chains that fastened Draco's wrist and ankle cuffs together. Draco signed in relief and brought his hands forward slowly. Beyond that, he didn't move.
"Do you plan to behave yourself for the rest of the night?" Harry asked in a mild voice.
"Yes, Harry," Draco answered meekly. A hand brushed his throat and released the snap that fastened Draco's collar to a ring embedded in the floor. Still, Draco remained unmoving. He heard the rustle of blankets as Harry settled on the bed.
"Come here."
Draco crawled to the edge of the bed and climbed up on it. Harry was holding a short length of chain in one hand, and Draco obediently slunk up to him. Harry fastened the leash to the ring on Draco's collar and tugged it gently. Draco lay down next to his lover.
"On your back," commanded Harry.
Draco rolled to his back and lay still. His legs were straight, and his arms were flat at his sides. The chain felt cool where it draped from his collar and over his shoulder before leading up to the spindles of the headboard. Draco's arse was sore, both from the spanking and the fucking, but he kept his expression impassive as he awaited Harry's pleasure.
Harry's hand reached out, fingers trailing from Draco's navel up to his nipples. He rubbed each of them in turn, causing them to stiffen into taut peaks. "Your nipples need some adornment, don't you agree?" he murmured.
"Yes, Harry," Draco replied. His nipples were sensitive, and the clamps only increased that sensitivity.
Harry Summoned the box of toys to himself and withdrew the nipple clamps. They were attached by a slender length of chain between them. Harry fastened them onto Draco's nipples, one after the other.
Draco gasped, and his cock flexed with a renewed surge of blood.
"Beautiful," rasped Harry. He gave the chain a gentle tug, and Draco moaned and arched up. "Up on your knees, love," instructed Harry.
Draco sat up and knelt with his back to Harry. The chain attaching his collar to the headboard had just enough length to allow him to kneel. By now, Draco was fully erect once more. Every movement sent spikes of desire arrowing from his pinched nipples to his cock. The change of position also allowed the results of their prior sexual encounter to dribble from Draco's hole. He clenched his buttocks together at the sensation.
Harry snapped Draco's wrist cuffs together behind his back before slipping a blindfold over his head and around his eyes. Harry's final touch was to insert a lubed plug in Draco's arse.
Draco felt Harry's weight leave the bed, but he remained in position. Harry may return at any moment, or he might leave Draco like this for hours. Draco's cock gave an anxious throb, but he refrained from any movement. Displeasing his lover would result in another spanking, or worse, complete abandonment. Draco feared being left like this far more than he feared the crop or the paddle.
Draco lost track of time as he knelt there. The blindfold made him hypersensitive to the physical sensations assaulting his body, from the pleasant pain of the nipple clamps to the not-quite-enough penetration of the plug. And yet, Draco waited...motionless.
He was rewarded for his patience when he heard Harry return to the bedroom. Draco felt the bed dip beneath his lover's weight, and he felt the heat of Harry's body behind him. He quivered in anticipation.
"Are you ready for me, Draco?" The question was accompanied by a subtle twist of the plug.
"Yes, Harry," gasped Draco. He moaned as the plug was withdrawn, then went breathless and still at the insistent nudge of Harry's cock between his arse cheeks. Draco groaned in delight as he was penetrated, and the only thing preventing his head from lolling back was the chain fastened to his collar.
Harry began pumping his hips over Draco's arse, beginning at a leisurely pace. His thrusts quickly gained speed and force, however, until Harry was fucking Draco with lust-fueled savagery.
The hot puffs of his lover's breath against the back of his neck drove Draco wild. He worked his hips back and forth as Harry rode him, taking Harry's cock deep on each stroke. Draco keened when Harry found just the right angle to jab his prostate as he drove into him. He wanted Harry's hand on his aching cock, but Draco didn't dare ask for it. Harry would touch him when he wanted to.
"You love this, don't you?" Harry's voice rasped in Draco's ear. "You love being on your knees in front of me, spreading your legs for me and taking my cock up your arse."
"Yes!" Draco cried, hunching his hips faster.
"I should keep you like this always," Harry said. "Naked and collared and chained to my bed. Would you like that?"
"Yes," moaned Draco, breath coming in sobbing gasps.
"Would you like to spend the rest of your life spread beneath me while I pound your sweet arse and play with your cock?" Harry's hand closed around Draco's erect penis as he spoke, and he gave the rigid flesh a firm stroke.
"Yes!" screamed Draco. His pelvis jolted forward, and his entire body shook with the force of his orgasm.
Harry continued plunging into Draco, thrusting harder and faster until his own release spurted forth. He sagged against Draco, his weight bearing them both to the bed.
Draco was unable to break his fall; he could only turn his head to avoid landing nose-first among the pillows. He crouched there, panting and trembling while Harry's cock softened inside of him.
Eventually, Harry straightened, and his limp cock slipped free of Draco's hole. "So beautiful," he murmured, smoothing his palms over Draco's still faintly-reddened buttocks. "My beautiful whore."