Holiday Stocking Stuffer 2
Stocking stuffer for: pixmagic
Title: Latecomer
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, crossdressing, spanking
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco gives Harry a reason not to come home late again.
Word Count: 950
Harry hesitated outside the bedroom door, wondering what mood his boyfriend would be in. He had been late coming home for the third night in a row, even after promising Draco that he would be on time tonight. Harry shook himself. Ridiculous. He shouldn't be afraid to enter his own bedroom. Harry turned the knob and pushed the door open.
His breath left in a whoosh.
Draco was reclining on their bed wearing nothing but sinfully sexy lingerie. The midnight blue lace was a perfect foil for Draco's pale hair and skin and eyes.
Harry stumbled closer for a better look.
Draco had on a camisole top, and his nipples poked at the lace covering his chest. A wisp of matching lace clung to his hips and barely contained his straining erection. Draco's hand was splayed over his stomach, and as Harry watched, Draco's fingers trailed lower and toyed with the waistband of his knickers.
"You're late," he said. "I almost started without you."
"That would have earned you a spanking," Harry growled, toeing off his shoes and trying to unbutton his shirt at the same time.
"Oh?" Draco drawled. He cupped his cock, gave it a squeeze, and moaned.
Harry hissed in displeasure and tossed his shirt aside before pouncing on his boyfriend. Draco yelped in surprise as he was abruptly hauled over Harry's lap. A stinging swat to his lace-covered backside elicited an altogether different sound from him.
"I told you not to start without me," Harry rumbled, kneading one taut buttock.
Draco tried to push himself up, but a hand between his shoulder blades pinned him in place. "You're lucky I didn't start and finish without you," he snarled. "Ouch!" Another slap had landed on Draco's arse, and he felt firm fingers tugging the knickers over the curve of his bum to leave the material bunched at the creases where his buttocks met his thighs.
"Are you going to curb that sharp tongue of yours, or shall I give you a proper spanking?"
"Piss off!"
Harry smiled grimly and proceeded to warm Draco's backside with several stinging slaps. Draco cursed and squirmed on Harry's lap, but his erection never flagged.
"Accio lube!" called Harry. The pot sailed into his hand, and Harry opened it and dipped the fingers of his right hand inside. He then spread Draco's arse cheeks with his left hand and swirled his slick fingers around his boyfriend's fluttering rim before plunging them inside Draco's hole.
A shrill cry escaped Draco, and he fisted the duvet in his hands and held on.
Harry worked his fingers in and out, lubing and stretching Draco. He prodded the knot of nerves inside of his boyfriend, causing Draco to moan and kick. Harry maneuvered Draco off of his lap and positioned him on his fours on the bed.
Draco lifted his arse in surrender, and Harry knelt behind him and yanked his zip down. Once his cock was released from confinement, Harry smeared the remaining lubricant along his shaft and aligned himself with Draco's glistening hole. He thrust in deep, groaning as Draco's inner muscles clenched around him in welcome.
Draco moaned as Harry's rigid cock plunged deep, stretching and filling him with one hard stroke after another. He tightened his fingers in the bedding and opened his mouth to emit short, panting breaths.
Harry's denim-covered legs bracketed Draco's naked thighs as they shagged, and the rough material of the lace bunched beneath Draco's arse tickled Harry's balls each time he hilted himself in Draco's writhing body. Harry reached beneath Draco and found the tip of Draco's cock poking out of the top of the lacy knickers. He teased the sensitive flesh with the tip of his thumb, drawing a guttural cry from Draco. Harry shoved his hand inside to grope Draco between the legs. He squeezed his boyfriend's balls before stroking his hand up Draco's shaft.
Draco's head dropped to the bed, and he wailed in pleasure at the sensations assaulting him. His arse cheeks still stung from the spanking Harry had given him, and Harry's cock stroking him on the inside while Harry's hand stroked him on the outside were winding him higher and tighter. Draco broke at the crest, burying his face in the duvet to muffle his screams as he came.
Harry pounded into Draco's spasming channel until his boyfriend's contracting muscles drew forth his own orgasm. Harry's hands clamped onto Draco's hips with bruising force as he ground his cock in deep and filled Draco with the hot pulses of his release.
Harry leaned heavily against Draco while he caught his breath. Once he'd recovered sufficiently, he eased out of Draco's hole slowly, enjoying the way Draco's rim twitched around his retreating length. Harry pulled free with a wet pop and dropped to the bed, sprawling on his back with a satisfied sigh.
Draco shifted until he was draped across Harry's chest. He trailed his hand down the line of hair below Harry's navel and toyed with the crisp curls at Harry's groin. Draco's lacy knickers remained bunched beneath his arse, and Harry was still wearing his opened jeans, but neither of them made any further movement. Draco's fingers tightened almost painfully in Harry's pubic hair. "Don't be late tomorrow," he warned.
Harry winced and covered Draco's wandering hand with his own. "I won't be," he promised. "I plan to call in sick tomorrow."
Title: Latecomer
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, crossdressing, spanking
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco gives Harry a reason not to come home late again.
Word Count: 950
Harry hesitated outside the bedroom door, wondering what mood his boyfriend would be in. He had been late coming home for the third night in a row, even after promising Draco that he would be on time tonight. Harry shook himself. Ridiculous. He shouldn't be afraid to enter his own bedroom. Harry turned the knob and pushed the door open.
His breath left in a whoosh.
Draco was reclining on their bed wearing nothing but sinfully sexy lingerie. The midnight blue lace was a perfect foil for Draco's pale hair and skin and eyes.
Harry stumbled closer for a better look.
Draco had on a camisole top, and his nipples poked at the lace covering his chest. A wisp of matching lace clung to his hips and barely contained his straining erection. Draco's hand was splayed over his stomach, and as Harry watched, Draco's fingers trailed lower and toyed with the waistband of his knickers.
"You're late," he said. "I almost started without you."
"That would have earned you a spanking," Harry growled, toeing off his shoes and trying to unbutton his shirt at the same time.
"Oh?" Draco drawled. He cupped his cock, gave it a squeeze, and moaned.
Harry hissed in displeasure and tossed his shirt aside before pouncing on his boyfriend. Draco yelped in surprise as he was abruptly hauled over Harry's lap. A stinging swat to his lace-covered backside elicited an altogether different sound from him.
"I told you not to start without me," Harry rumbled, kneading one taut buttock.
Draco tried to push himself up, but a hand between his shoulder blades pinned him in place. "You're lucky I didn't start and finish without you," he snarled. "Ouch!" Another slap had landed on Draco's arse, and he felt firm fingers tugging the knickers over the curve of his bum to leave the material bunched at the creases where his buttocks met his thighs.
"Are you going to curb that sharp tongue of yours, or shall I give you a proper spanking?"
"Piss off!"
Harry smiled grimly and proceeded to warm Draco's backside with several stinging slaps. Draco cursed and squirmed on Harry's lap, but his erection never flagged.
"Accio lube!" called Harry. The pot sailed into his hand, and Harry opened it and dipped the fingers of his right hand inside. He then spread Draco's arse cheeks with his left hand and swirled his slick fingers around his boyfriend's fluttering rim before plunging them inside Draco's hole.
A shrill cry escaped Draco, and he fisted the duvet in his hands and held on.
Harry worked his fingers in and out, lubing and stretching Draco. He prodded the knot of nerves inside of his boyfriend, causing Draco to moan and kick. Harry maneuvered Draco off of his lap and positioned him on his fours on the bed.
Draco lifted his arse in surrender, and Harry knelt behind him and yanked his zip down. Once his cock was released from confinement, Harry smeared the remaining lubricant along his shaft and aligned himself with Draco's glistening hole. He thrust in deep, groaning as Draco's inner muscles clenched around him in welcome.
Draco moaned as Harry's rigid cock plunged deep, stretching and filling him with one hard stroke after another. He tightened his fingers in the bedding and opened his mouth to emit short, panting breaths.
Harry's denim-covered legs bracketed Draco's naked thighs as they shagged, and the rough material of the lace bunched beneath Draco's arse tickled Harry's balls each time he hilted himself in Draco's writhing body. Harry reached beneath Draco and found the tip of Draco's cock poking out of the top of the lacy knickers. He teased the sensitive flesh with the tip of his thumb, drawing a guttural cry from Draco. Harry shoved his hand inside to grope Draco between the legs. He squeezed his boyfriend's balls before stroking his hand up Draco's shaft.
Draco's head dropped to the bed, and he wailed in pleasure at the sensations assaulting him. His arse cheeks still stung from the spanking Harry had given him, and Harry's cock stroking him on the inside while Harry's hand stroked him on the outside were winding him higher and tighter. Draco broke at the crest, burying his face in the duvet to muffle his screams as he came.
Harry pounded into Draco's spasming channel until his boyfriend's contracting muscles drew forth his own orgasm. Harry's hands clamped onto Draco's hips with bruising force as he ground his cock in deep and filled Draco with the hot pulses of his release.
Harry leaned heavily against Draco while he caught his breath. Once he'd recovered sufficiently, he eased out of Draco's hole slowly, enjoying the way Draco's rim twitched around his retreating length. Harry pulled free with a wet pop and dropped to the bed, sprawling on his back with a satisfied sigh.
Draco shifted until he was draped across Harry's chest. He trailed his hand down the line of hair below Harry's navel and toyed with the crisp curls at Harry's groin. Draco's lacy knickers remained bunched beneath his arse, and Harry was still wearing his opened jeans, but neither of them made any further movement. Draco's fingers tightened almost painfully in Harry's pubic hair. "Don't be late tomorrow," he warned.
Harry winced and covered Draco's wandering hand with his own. "I won't be," he promised. "I plan to call in sick tomorrow."