Fic: Say Ah!
Title: Say Ah! (5/15)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Underage sex, PWP (if you want plot, see the prior fics in this series)
Teaser: "For Merlin's sake," he snapped. "It's not like you're a virgin any longer!"
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
A/N: This is the sequel to Here Comes Harry!, in which Draco allowed Harry to top, thus ridding him of the 'other half' of his virginity.
"Aaahhh!" screeched Harry, as Malfoy speared him for the second time that evening. "You prick!" he yelled. "What about the boysex rule: no penetration without preparation?!"
Malfoy merely grinned down at him sadistically. "I lubed up, and I just fucked you not fifteen minutes ago, so you can't complain that you were too tight." He thrust deeper, eliciting another squeak from Harry, before commenting, "Come to think of it, you are quite tight, Potty. Deliciously so."
Draco paused momentarily and regarded Potter. The Gryffindor's eyes were squeezed shut, he was biting his lip, and his hands had a death grip on the sheets to either side of him. It was obvious he wasn't enjoying this at all. Draco shrugged and thrust again.
Potter whined, and Draco sighed. He'd pressed the other's knees up to his chest, and now he backed off slightly and spread Potter's thighs wider, allowing his legs to drop to either side of his body. Potter immediately brought them up again, clamping them to Draco's sides. It was as if he were trying to close his legs, which was quite impossible in his current position: flat on his back with Draco's hips between his thighs and the blond's cock up his arse.
"Spread your legs wider," instructed Draco. "It will hurt less. Take a few deep breaths and try to relax."
Harry moaned, "How can I relax when you...when you're..."
"Fucking you?" supplied Malfoy with a wicked grin.
Harry groaned.
Draco was tiring of Potter's martyr act. "For Merlin's sake," he snapped. "It's not like you're a virgin any longer! Besides, you know I can make it feel good!"
"You didn't the first time!" protested Harry.
Draco couldn't refute that, so he scowled instead. "We'll just have to remedy that this time around then, won't we?" he growled. "Hand me a pillow."
"W-what?" squeaked Harry.
"Hand. Me. A. Pillow," Draco bit out. Potter reached behind his head and retrieved one of the pillows, drawing it forth. Draco took it from him and ordered, "Lift your hips."
"I...I don't think I can," whimpered Harry. "Not with you...there."
"Would you rather I pull out and start over?" sneered Draco.
"Noooo!" cried Harry, wincing at the thought of being penetrated again. Malfoy continued to smirk at him, one eyebrow raised in a haughty manner. Harry bit his lip and slowly raised up, taking more of Malfoy into his body in the process. As he squirmed uncomfortably, he managed to rub his prostate against the head of Malfoy's cock. "Aah!" he breathed, arching his hips up emphatically.
"That's...more like it," panted Draco, shoving the pillow beneath Potter. He pulled out slightly, causing the other to whine in protest and sink back down. Well, as far down as he could go, considering he now had a pillow beneath him, elevating his hips.
Harry suffered a momentary wave of embarrassment combined with claustrophobia at lying beneath Malfoy with their bodies locked intimately together and the blond pressing down on him. Now that his lower half was positioned up higher, he felt even more open and vulnerable.
He soon realized the advantage of this new position, however, as Malfoy resumed thrusting, hitting his prostate on nearly every stroke.
"Fu-uck, Malfoy," he panted, writhing in pleasure.
"Like it...Potty?" puffed Draco, his own breath shortened by his exertions.
"Ye-essss," moaned Harry. He was fast losing his ability to think, lost as he was in the wonder of sex. Malfoy's cock still burned as it pounded into him, but the sensation of having his sweet spot prodded by that same burning cock outweighed any discomfort. In addition, the blond's sweat-slick stomach was sliding across his own throbbing prick, and Harry continued to thrust up, wanting more.
More friction on his cock, more contact with his prostate. More.
"More!" he cried. "More more more!" His head was thrashing side to side, his hands were gripping Malfoy's upper arms, and his legs suddenly wrapped around the blond, trying to draw him closer, deeper.
Potter's unbridled response whipped Draco into a frenzy, and he thrust harder and faster, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge.
Doubly-stimulated, Harry went over first. "Aaahhh!" he cried, coming in jerky spurts.
As Potter's body clamped down hard, Draco groaned and climaxed, shooting hot streams of semen into the trembling boy beneath him. His arms shaking too badly to hold himself upright any longer, Draco collapsed onto Potter, breathing hard.
Potter muttered something in his ear. "What was that?" rasped Draco, too exhausted to move.
"That," murmured Harry, "was bloody brilliant!
Edit: Harry tries to put his new found knowledge to good use in It Would Be My Pleasure.
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Underage sex, PWP (if you want plot, see the prior fics in this series)
Teaser: "For Merlin's sake," he snapped. "It's not like you're a virgin any longer!"
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
A/N: This is the sequel to Here Comes Harry!, in which Draco allowed Harry to top, thus ridding him of the 'other half' of his virginity.
"Aaahhh!" screeched Harry, as Malfoy speared him for the second time that evening. "You prick!" he yelled. "What about the boysex rule: no penetration without preparation?!"
Malfoy merely grinned down at him sadistically. "I lubed up, and I just fucked you not fifteen minutes ago, so you can't complain that you were too tight." He thrust deeper, eliciting another squeak from Harry, before commenting, "Come to think of it, you are quite tight, Potty. Deliciously so."
Draco paused momentarily and regarded Potter. The Gryffindor's eyes were squeezed shut, he was biting his lip, and his hands had a death grip on the sheets to either side of him. It was obvious he wasn't enjoying this at all. Draco shrugged and thrust again.
Potter whined, and Draco sighed. He'd pressed the other's knees up to his chest, and now he backed off slightly and spread Potter's thighs wider, allowing his legs to drop to either side of his body. Potter immediately brought them up again, clamping them to Draco's sides. It was as if he were trying to close his legs, which was quite impossible in his current position: flat on his back with Draco's hips between his thighs and the blond's cock up his arse.
"Spread your legs wider," instructed Draco. "It will hurt less. Take a few deep breaths and try to relax."
Harry moaned, "How can I relax when you...when you're..."
"Fucking you?" supplied Malfoy with a wicked grin.
Harry groaned.
Draco was tiring of Potter's martyr act. "For Merlin's sake," he snapped. "It's not like you're a virgin any longer! Besides, you know I can make it feel good!"
"You didn't the first time!" protested Harry.
Draco couldn't refute that, so he scowled instead. "We'll just have to remedy that this time around then, won't we?" he growled. "Hand me a pillow."
"W-what?" squeaked Harry.
"Hand. Me. A. Pillow," Draco bit out. Potter reached behind his head and retrieved one of the pillows, drawing it forth. Draco took it from him and ordered, "Lift your hips."
"I...I don't think I can," whimpered Harry. "Not with you...there."
"Would you rather I pull out and start over?" sneered Draco.
"Noooo!" cried Harry, wincing at the thought of being penetrated again. Malfoy continued to smirk at him, one eyebrow raised in a haughty manner. Harry bit his lip and slowly raised up, taking more of Malfoy into his body in the process. As he squirmed uncomfortably, he managed to rub his prostate against the head of Malfoy's cock. "Aah!" he breathed, arching his hips up emphatically.
"That's...more like it," panted Draco, shoving the pillow beneath Potter. He pulled out slightly, causing the other to whine in protest and sink back down. Well, as far down as he could go, considering he now had a pillow beneath him, elevating his hips.
Harry suffered a momentary wave of embarrassment combined with claustrophobia at lying beneath Malfoy with their bodies locked intimately together and the blond pressing down on him. Now that his lower half was positioned up higher, he felt even more open and vulnerable.
He soon realized the advantage of this new position, however, as Malfoy resumed thrusting, hitting his prostate on nearly every stroke.
"Fu-uck, Malfoy," he panted, writhing in pleasure.
"Like it...Potty?" puffed Draco, his own breath shortened by his exertions.
"Ye-essss," moaned Harry. He was fast losing his ability to think, lost as he was in the wonder of sex. Malfoy's cock still burned as it pounded into him, but the sensation of having his sweet spot prodded by that same burning cock outweighed any discomfort. In addition, the blond's sweat-slick stomach was sliding across his own throbbing prick, and Harry continued to thrust up, wanting more.
More friction on his cock, more contact with his prostate. More.
"More!" he cried. "More more more!" His head was thrashing side to side, his hands were gripping Malfoy's upper arms, and his legs suddenly wrapped around the blond, trying to draw him closer, deeper.
Potter's unbridled response whipped Draco into a frenzy, and he thrust harder and faster, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge.
Doubly-stimulated, Harry went over first. "Aaahhh!" he cried, coming in jerky spurts.
As Potter's body clamped down hard, Draco groaned and climaxed, shooting hot streams of semen into the trembling boy beneath him. His arms shaking too badly to hold himself upright any longer, Draco collapsed onto Potter, breathing hard.
Potter muttered something in his ear. "What was that?" rasped Draco, too exhausted to move.
"That," murmured Harry, "was bloody brilliant!
Edit: Harry tries to put his new found knowledge to good use in It Would Be My Pleasure.