Frosty Glares - Phone!sex arc
Title: Frosty Glares
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Malfoys
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, use of pet name
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 760
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 blossomdreams, who requested more of my Phone!sex arc
Summary: Rambunctious sex results in an awkward dinner.
It was a very subdued Draco and Harry who came down to dinner that evening. Neither one could say for certain that a silencing spell had been cast before their rowdy bout of sex, and they were unsure of the reception they would get from Draco's parents and aunt. As Harry and Draco entered the dining room, arm in arm, both Narcissa and Andromeda blushed. Narcissa immediately averted her eyes, but Andromeda gave the young men a cheeky wink. Harry was both embarrassed and relieved...until he happened to look at Lucius. Draco's father was glaring at him, and Harry gulped nervously.
Once they were seated at the table, Draco gave Harry's knee a reassuring squeeze before engaging in small talk with his mother and his aunt. Harry interjected a comment or two, and he studiously avoided looking at Lucius Malfoy. He knew Draco's father was still trying to incinerate him with the force of his disapproval. In spite of the uncomfortable situation, dinner progressed with neither insults nor cutlery thrown. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as the last of the dinner dishes were cleared. He had only to survive dessert, and then he could make his escape.
"The house-elves have prepared an array of sweets," said Narcissa. "What shall we have for dessert?"
Lucius ceased scowling at Harry long enough to glower at his son. "I think tart would be appropriate, don't you agree, Draco?" he asked in a snide voice.
~*~
"I feel fortunate to have survived that," muttered Harry. He pushed away from the closed door to Draco's suite and began divesting himself of his ridiculously formal robes.
"Father was in rare form tonight, wasn't he?" sighed Draco.
"I daresay he would have enjoyed dinner more had it been my head served on a platter," Harry said.
Draco snickered, Harry chuckled, and soon the both of them were overcome with fits of laughter. They staggered to the bed and fell upon it while swiping at tears of mirth. Draco sat up and very deliberately cast elaborate silencing charms around the room before draping himself across Harry.
"I can't," whined Harry.
Draco's eyes widened. "What do you mean, you can't?" he demanded.
"Your father's frosty glares have frozen my libido," said Harry.
Draco reached between his lover's legs and snorted. "Everything seems to be in working order," he said.
Harry flung an arm over his eyes dramatically. "If you insist on having sex, you'll have to do all the work, baby."
Draco grumbled under his breath, but he made short work of stripping first Harry and then himself. He sat back and eyed his boyfriend's erect cock. "Are you actually planning to just lie there?"
Harry smirked up and him and said, "Ride me, baby."
Draco hastily prepared himself before straddling Harry and guiding him into place. He lowered himself slowly, biting his lip in concentration.
"You look so sexy, and you feel fantastic," praised Harry. He reached for Draco's hips and urged him down until their bodies were locked tightly together. "Move for me, baby," he instructed.
With a seductive smile, Draco did just that. He began working himself up and down Harry's shaft, swiveling his hips a little each time his arse met Harry's groin. Harry groaned at the sensation, inspiring Draco to pump harder and faster. Harry reached for his boyfriend's cock and stroked it in time to Draco's movements.
"Harry," gasped Draco, allowing his head to fall back in pleasure.
"That's it, baby," murmured Harry. "I love it when you say my name like that."
"Mm, Harry, yeah."
"Louder, baby. You know how much I enjoy it when you lose control."
Draco's voice rose an octave. "Oh, oh, Harry!"
"Yell as loud as you want, baby," panted Harry. "Scream these walls down-"
"HARRY!" Draco shrilled as his body tightened an instant before his release spattered Harry's chest.
Harry continued to push his hips up, thrusting into Draco's clenching heat. "Don't stop, baby," he said through gritted teeth.
Draco resumed his movements, and his efforts were rewarded when Harry pulsed inside of him. He collapsed atop Harry in a sated sprawl, heedless of the spunk smearing between them. "That was fabulous," he said.
"Best of all, your parents couldn't overhear us this time," Harry added on a yawn.
"That may be true," said Draco, "but I'm certain they have a good idea of what we're doing in here."
Sordid Camera
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Malfoys
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, use of pet name
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 760
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 blossomdreams, who requested more of my Phone!sex arc
Summary: Rambunctious sex results in an awkward dinner.
It was a very subdued Draco and Harry who came down to dinner that evening. Neither one could say for certain that a silencing spell had been cast before their rowdy bout of sex, and they were unsure of the reception they would get from Draco's parents and aunt. As Harry and Draco entered the dining room, arm in arm, both Narcissa and Andromeda blushed. Narcissa immediately averted her eyes, but Andromeda gave the young men a cheeky wink. Harry was both embarrassed and relieved...until he happened to look at Lucius. Draco's father was glaring at him, and Harry gulped nervously.
Once they were seated at the table, Draco gave Harry's knee a reassuring squeeze before engaging in small talk with his mother and his aunt. Harry interjected a comment or two, and he studiously avoided looking at Lucius Malfoy. He knew Draco's father was still trying to incinerate him with the force of his disapproval. In spite of the uncomfortable situation, dinner progressed with neither insults nor cutlery thrown. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as the last of the dinner dishes were cleared. He had only to survive dessert, and then he could make his escape.
"The house-elves have prepared an array of sweets," said Narcissa. "What shall we have for dessert?"
Lucius ceased scowling at Harry long enough to glower at his son. "I think tart would be appropriate, don't you agree, Draco?" he asked in a snide voice.
~*~
"I feel fortunate to have survived that," muttered Harry. He pushed away from the closed door to Draco's suite and began divesting himself of his ridiculously formal robes.
"Father was in rare form tonight, wasn't he?" sighed Draco.
"I daresay he would have enjoyed dinner more had it been my head served on a platter," Harry said.
Draco snickered, Harry chuckled, and soon the both of them were overcome with fits of laughter. They staggered to the bed and fell upon it while swiping at tears of mirth. Draco sat up and very deliberately cast elaborate silencing charms around the room before draping himself across Harry.
"I can't," whined Harry.
Draco's eyes widened. "What do you mean, you can't?" he demanded.
"Your father's frosty glares have frozen my libido," said Harry.
Draco reached between his lover's legs and snorted. "Everything seems to be in working order," he said.
Harry flung an arm over his eyes dramatically. "If you insist on having sex, you'll have to do all the work, baby."
Draco grumbled under his breath, but he made short work of stripping first Harry and then himself. He sat back and eyed his boyfriend's erect cock. "Are you actually planning to just lie there?"
Harry smirked up and him and said, "Ride me, baby."
Draco hastily prepared himself before straddling Harry and guiding him into place. He lowered himself slowly, biting his lip in concentration.
"You look so sexy, and you feel fantastic," praised Harry. He reached for Draco's hips and urged him down until their bodies were locked tightly together. "Move for me, baby," he instructed.
With a seductive smile, Draco did just that. He began working himself up and down Harry's shaft, swiveling his hips a little each time his arse met Harry's groin. Harry groaned at the sensation, inspiring Draco to pump harder and faster. Harry reached for his boyfriend's cock and stroked it in time to Draco's movements.
"Harry," gasped Draco, allowing his head to fall back in pleasure.
"That's it, baby," murmured Harry. "I love it when you say my name like that."
"Mm, Harry, yeah."
"Louder, baby. You know how much I enjoy it when you lose control."
Draco's voice rose an octave. "Oh, oh, Harry!"
"Yell as loud as you want, baby," panted Harry. "Scream these walls down-"
"HARRY!" Draco shrilled as his body tightened an instant before his release spattered Harry's chest.
Harry continued to push his hips up, thrusting into Draco's clenching heat. "Don't stop, baby," he said through gritted teeth.
Draco resumed his movements, and his efforts were rewarded when Harry pulsed inside of him. He collapsed atop Harry in a sated sprawl, heedless of the spunk smearing between them. "That was fabulous," he said.
"Best of all, your parents couldn't overhear us this time," Harry added on a yawn.
"That may be true," said Draco, "but I'm certain they have a good idea of what we're doing in here."
Sordid Camera