Shades of Love 37
Title: Shades of Love 37
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Blaise
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Canon? What canon?
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for kittie8571, who requested an update to Shades of Love.
Summary: Draco shakes his little tush on the catwalk.
Draco sauntered down the catwalk, looking magnificent and sexy in his tight black denims, sheer white shirt and black leather jacket. He slipped the jacket off and slung it over his shoulder. Draco acknowledged the throng and the flashing cameras with a sultry pout before he pivoted on the balls of his feet and strode up the walk and off the stage.
Harry resisted the urge to squeeze himself through his trousers. Seeing his boyfriend strutting on the catwalk had left Harry with a raging erection. He couldn't wait to get Draco home and bugger him inside out.
"Draco is on his game tonight," remarked Blaise. He was standing next to Harry backstage while they watched Draco and the other models showcase Blaise's latest fashions for Zabini Designs. "Frequent sex seems to agree with him."
Harry hid his embarrassment by quipping, "It's certainly put that swagger into his walk."
Blaise clapped him on the back. "Just see to it that you don't leave him limping."
~*~
"Ever the showman, I see," growled Harry. He was lying in bed, naked and aroused, and waiting on his lover.
Draco, however, was taking his time. He had worn the black denims and sheer white shirt home from the show, and he was now torturing Harry with a deliberate striptease. He pulled the shirt up slowly, revealing his toned abdomen and taut nipples. He yanked the shirt off over his head and tossed it at Harry, hitting his boyfriend in the face with it.
Harry snatched the shirt away from his face so as not to miss any of the show. However, he brought it to his nose to inhale Draco's unique scent. Harry's cock throbbed in response, aching to be buried in Draco's hot, writhing body.
Draco took his time undoing the jeans, lowering the zip with excruciating care. He wiggled his hips and pushed the denims down his thighs, leaving himself clad only in a pair of black briefs. The hard ridge of his cock was barely contained by the skimpy garment, and Draco reached down to brush his fingers over his erection.
Harry growled again. "Get over here. Now," he commanded, giving his lubed cock another stroke.
Draco smirked at him and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs. He peeled them off in increments, gasping in pleasure as his cock sprang free of confinement. He kicked free of his briefs and approached the bed in a near-stalk. He straddled Harry's legs and sidled up his lover's body.
"Ride me," Harry said, grasping Draco's arse and pulling him up his body and into place.
It was an order Draco was only too happy to obey. He opened his legs wider and tilted his hips forward. Grasping Harry's cock, Draco positioned it at his entrance and pushed down. He moaned as his body stretched and yielded to the invasive penetration of Harry's cock.
Harry wanted nothing more than to thrust up into Draco and fuck him senseless, but he allowed his lover to set the pace. Draco lowered himself carefully, taking Harry in one slow inch at a time. Once Draco was fully seated, he grinned at Harry and leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in a thorough snog.
Draco pulled back and took a deep breath before lifting his hips. "Mm," he hummed in delight. He lowered his hips again, twisting to rub his sweet spot along Harry's cock as he did so. Draco repeated the up and down motion, over and over, gaining speed as he did so. In moments, he was riding Harry enthusiastically and causing the bed to shake alarmingly. "Touch me," gasped Draco, issuing an order of his own.
Harry wrapped his calloused hand around Draco's swollen cock and squeezed. He was rewarded when Draco tightened around him in reaction. Harry's hips bucked up harder, driving himself in deep. He managed to get a working rhythm going of thrusting into Draco and stroking his lover's cock.
Draco increased the speed of his up and down movements, bouncing enthusiastically on Harry's cock. His mouth was open to allow him to pant with the effort of his exertions, and the occasional harsh cry tumbled from his lips. Harry's hand was working Draco's cock with rough attention, winding Draco tighter and tighter. Draco broke with a shrill cry of completion, ejaculating over Harry's fingers, chest and throat.
Harry surged upward with a throaty growl, tumbling Draco to his back and taking advantage of the change in position to hammer into his still-climaxing lover. He pounded into Draco's clenching hole until his balls seized up, and Harry came with a loud groan of pleasure. Harry waited until his heart stopped thundering in his chest before he rolled away with a satisfied sigh.
"I can't move," muttered Draco.
"That's what you get for being such a tease," grumbled Harry. "After watching you strut up and down that bloody catwalk, my cock was hard enough to drill through stone."
Draco rolled to his side and propped himself up on one elbow. "Is that so?" he grinned. "I suppose now is a good time to tell you I have another fashion show tomorrow night."
Shades of Love 37.5
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Blaise
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Canon? What canon?
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for kittie8571, who requested an update to Shades of Love.
Summary: Draco shakes his little tush on the catwalk.
Draco sauntered down the catwalk, looking magnificent and sexy in his tight black denims, sheer white shirt and black leather jacket. He slipped the jacket off and slung it over his shoulder. Draco acknowledged the throng and the flashing cameras with a sultry pout before he pivoted on the balls of his feet and strode up the walk and off the stage.
Harry resisted the urge to squeeze himself through his trousers. Seeing his boyfriend strutting on the catwalk had left Harry with a raging erection. He couldn't wait to get Draco home and bugger him inside out.
"Draco is on his game tonight," remarked Blaise. He was standing next to Harry backstage while they watched Draco and the other models showcase Blaise's latest fashions for Zabini Designs. "Frequent sex seems to agree with him."
Harry hid his embarrassment by quipping, "It's certainly put that swagger into his walk."
Blaise clapped him on the back. "Just see to it that you don't leave him limping."
~*~
"Ever the showman, I see," growled Harry. He was lying in bed, naked and aroused, and waiting on his lover.
Draco, however, was taking his time. He had worn the black denims and sheer white shirt home from the show, and he was now torturing Harry with a deliberate striptease. He pulled the shirt up slowly, revealing his toned abdomen and taut nipples. He yanked the shirt off over his head and tossed it at Harry, hitting his boyfriend in the face with it.
Harry snatched the shirt away from his face so as not to miss any of the show. However, he brought it to his nose to inhale Draco's unique scent. Harry's cock throbbed in response, aching to be buried in Draco's hot, writhing body.
Draco took his time undoing the jeans, lowering the zip with excruciating care. He wiggled his hips and pushed the denims down his thighs, leaving himself clad only in a pair of black briefs. The hard ridge of his cock was barely contained by the skimpy garment, and Draco reached down to brush his fingers over his erection.
Harry growled again. "Get over here. Now," he commanded, giving his lubed cock another stroke.
Draco smirked at him and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs. He peeled them off in increments, gasping in pleasure as his cock sprang free of confinement. He kicked free of his briefs and approached the bed in a near-stalk. He straddled Harry's legs and sidled up his lover's body.
"Ride me," Harry said, grasping Draco's arse and pulling him up his body and into place.
It was an order Draco was only too happy to obey. He opened his legs wider and tilted his hips forward. Grasping Harry's cock, Draco positioned it at his entrance and pushed down. He moaned as his body stretched and yielded to the invasive penetration of Harry's cock.
Harry wanted nothing more than to thrust up into Draco and fuck him senseless, but he allowed his lover to set the pace. Draco lowered himself carefully, taking Harry in one slow inch at a time. Once Draco was fully seated, he grinned at Harry and leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in a thorough snog.
Draco pulled back and took a deep breath before lifting his hips. "Mm," he hummed in delight. He lowered his hips again, twisting to rub his sweet spot along Harry's cock as he did so. Draco repeated the up and down motion, over and over, gaining speed as he did so. In moments, he was riding Harry enthusiastically and causing the bed to shake alarmingly. "Touch me," gasped Draco, issuing an order of his own.
Harry wrapped his calloused hand around Draco's swollen cock and squeezed. He was rewarded when Draco tightened around him in reaction. Harry's hips bucked up harder, driving himself in deep. He managed to get a working rhythm going of thrusting into Draco and stroking his lover's cock.
Draco increased the speed of his up and down movements, bouncing enthusiastically on Harry's cock. His mouth was open to allow him to pant with the effort of his exertions, and the occasional harsh cry tumbled from his lips. Harry's hand was working Draco's cock with rough attention, winding Draco tighter and tighter. Draco broke with a shrill cry of completion, ejaculating over Harry's fingers, chest and throat.
Harry surged upward with a throaty growl, tumbling Draco to his back and taking advantage of the change in position to hammer into his still-climaxing lover. He pounded into Draco's clenching hole until his balls seized up, and Harry came with a loud groan of pleasure. Harry waited until his heart stopped thundering in his chest before he rolled away with a satisfied sigh.
"I can't move," muttered Draco.
"That's what you get for being such a tease," grumbled Harry. "After watching you strut up and down that bloody catwalk, my cock was hard enough to drill through stone."
Draco rolled to his side and propped himself up on one elbow. "Is that so?" he grinned. "I suppose now is a good time to tell you I have another fashion show tomorrow night."
Shades of Love 37.5