Surrounded By Soft Feathers
Title: Surrounded By Soft Feathers
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for groolover, who wanted more of Bent and Broken.
Summary: Harry knows when to push and when not to.
Malfoy's teasing grin faltered. "I can't stay," he said. He turned away to locate the shirt he'd cast off before Harry arrived, and he shrugged into the garment.
"Can't or won't?" Harry pressed.
Malfoy pinned him with a frosty stare. "Look, Potter," he said, "I've enjoyed these interludes, but I'm not ready for anything more permanent, alright?"
Harry was disappointed, but he sensed if he pushed for more that Malfoy was likely to leave and never come back. He nodded his acceptance. "Just...remember the offer stands," he said.
Malfoy visibly relaxed, and a ghost of his earlier smile returned. "Weren't you planning to feed me?" he asked.
Harry grinned and shook his head. It seemed all he did was feed Malfoy or shag him. "It's the least I can do, I suppose," he said, gesturing for Malfoy to follow him into the house. When Harry opened the door, his dog Max barked at Malfoy, sniffed him, then apparently decided he passed muster.
"I was planning to warm up some of last night's dinner, if that's alright with you," said Harry.
"That will be fine," Malfoy replied. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a deep-fried grindylow."
"I find deep-fried grindylow to be rather tough and chewy," Harry remarked as he opened the ice box.
"Ugh, Potter, that's disgusting!"
Harry chuckled at the expression on his guest's face. "You're the one who brought it up."
Malfoy just rolled his eyes. "Do you need assistance with dinner?" he asked.
Harry waved him off. "Go see what's on the telly," he said. Harry used magic to set the table while he warmed the soup on the cooker. He peered into the living room to tell Malfoy that dinner was ready.
Malfoy was seated on the sofa, while Max lay next to him with his head on Malfoy's knee.
"So much for the loyalty of canine companions," sighed Harry. Max's tail thumped the sofa in response. "It's dinner time, you two," Harry said. He returned to the kitchen and dumped some kibble in Max's dish before washing his hands.
Harry and Malfoy sat down to a simple meal of chicken noodle soup and rolls. When they had finished, Malfoy sent a heated look Harry's way and asked, "What's for dessert?"
Harry's cock surged with arousal, and he licked his lips. "What are you hungry for?" he murmured. From across the table, he saw Malfoy's eyes dilate.
"Why don't we have dessert in your bedroom?" Malfoy suggested.
Harry was on his feet and moving before the final syllable left Malfoy's lips. Wordlessly, Malfoy got up and followed him. Once in the bedroom, Malfoy removed his shirt, allowing his wings to appear and unfurl. He drew them in as he finished undressing, then settled himself on Harry's bed.
Harry had paused to watch Malfoy disrobe, and now he hastened to catch up. He undressed quickly, hopping around on one foot as he sought to remove his socks. Malfoy helped himself to the lubricant and put it to use as he snickered at Harry's antics. Harry joined the veela on the bed and tugged at Malfoy's hip impatiently.
"Roll over," he instructed.
Malfoy turned and settled on his fours, arse raised in the air.
Harry knelt behind him, guided himself into position, and sank into Malfoy's snug heat. A groan of delight rumbled from Harry's throat, while Malfoy shook out his wings. Harry thrust in completely and paused to stroke Malfoy's soft feathers.
Malfoy glowered at Harry over one bare shoulder. "Less petting and more pumping, if you please," he snarked.
Harry frowned and tugged one large pinion feather before he acquiesced. He pulled back until just the tip of his cock was still inside Malfoy's hole, then drove in again hard. Instead of complaining, Malfoy indicated his approval with a loud moan.
Max scratched at the bedroom door and whined.
Harry altered the angle of his strokes. He knew he'd gotten it just right when Malfoy's wings fanned out to their fullest extension and rustled.
"Yes, yes, right there, Potter," panted Malfoy. His body undulated gracefully before Harry, arching back to take Harry deep on each thrust. Harry caressed Malfoy everywhere he could reach--his hips, his back and most of all, his magnificent wings. Malfoy's vocalizations increased in volume, as did Max's. The dog began to howl, but his lament was drowned out a moment later by the veela's keening cry of pleasure. Malfoy's wings fluttered as he climaxed, mimicking the tiny spasms that caused his rim to clench around Harry's cock.
Grunting with effort, Harry continued pounding into Malfoy, riding him fast and hard in search of his own release. He was cocooned by Malfoy's wings as his lover's contractions eased into quivering aftershocks. Harry came, surrounded by soft feathers and the scent of sex. It was several long moments before Harry withdrew from Malfoy and sprawled sideways across his bed.
Malfoy's wings receded, and he rolled onto his back to regard Harry with a lazy grin. "Are you going to lie there all night, or do you plan to join me up here by the pillows?"
"I can't move," groaned Harry.
"Get some sleep, Potter," chuckled Malfoy. "I'll expect a decent breakfast in the morning."
A Shag Before Breakfast
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for groolover, who wanted more of Bent and Broken.
Summary: Harry knows when to push and when not to.
Malfoy's teasing grin faltered. "I can't stay," he said. He turned away to locate the shirt he'd cast off before Harry arrived, and he shrugged into the garment.
"Can't or won't?" Harry pressed.
Malfoy pinned him with a frosty stare. "Look, Potter," he said, "I've enjoyed these interludes, but I'm not ready for anything more permanent, alright?"
Harry was disappointed, but he sensed if he pushed for more that Malfoy was likely to leave and never come back. He nodded his acceptance. "Just...remember the offer stands," he said.
Malfoy visibly relaxed, and a ghost of his earlier smile returned. "Weren't you planning to feed me?" he asked.
Harry grinned and shook his head. It seemed all he did was feed Malfoy or shag him. "It's the least I can do, I suppose," he said, gesturing for Malfoy to follow him into the house. When Harry opened the door, his dog Max barked at Malfoy, sniffed him, then apparently decided he passed muster.
"I was planning to warm up some of last night's dinner, if that's alright with you," said Harry.
"That will be fine," Malfoy replied. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a deep-fried grindylow."
"I find deep-fried grindylow to be rather tough and chewy," Harry remarked as he opened the ice box.
"Ugh, Potter, that's disgusting!"
Harry chuckled at the expression on his guest's face. "You're the one who brought it up."
Malfoy just rolled his eyes. "Do you need assistance with dinner?" he asked.
Harry waved him off. "Go see what's on the telly," he said. Harry used magic to set the table while he warmed the soup on the cooker. He peered into the living room to tell Malfoy that dinner was ready.
Malfoy was seated on the sofa, while Max lay next to him with his head on Malfoy's knee.
"So much for the loyalty of canine companions," sighed Harry. Max's tail thumped the sofa in response. "It's dinner time, you two," Harry said. He returned to the kitchen and dumped some kibble in Max's dish before washing his hands.
Harry and Malfoy sat down to a simple meal of chicken noodle soup and rolls. When they had finished, Malfoy sent a heated look Harry's way and asked, "What's for dessert?"
Harry's cock surged with arousal, and he licked his lips. "What are you hungry for?" he murmured. From across the table, he saw Malfoy's eyes dilate.
"Why don't we have dessert in your bedroom?" Malfoy suggested.
Harry was on his feet and moving before the final syllable left Malfoy's lips. Wordlessly, Malfoy got up and followed him. Once in the bedroom, Malfoy removed his shirt, allowing his wings to appear and unfurl. He drew them in as he finished undressing, then settled himself on Harry's bed.
Harry had paused to watch Malfoy disrobe, and now he hastened to catch up. He undressed quickly, hopping around on one foot as he sought to remove his socks. Malfoy helped himself to the lubricant and put it to use as he snickered at Harry's antics. Harry joined the veela on the bed and tugged at Malfoy's hip impatiently.
"Roll over," he instructed.
Malfoy turned and settled on his fours, arse raised in the air.
Harry knelt behind him, guided himself into position, and sank into Malfoy's snug heat. A groan of delight rumbled from Harry's throat, while Malfoy shook out his wings. Harry thrust in completely and paused to stroke Malfoy's soft feathers.
Malfoy glowered at Harry over one bare shoulder. "Less petting and more pumping, if you please," he snarked.
Harry frowned and tugged one large pinion feather before he acquiesced. He pulled back until just the tip of his cock was still inside Malfoy's hole, then drove in again hard. Instead of complaining, Malfoy indicated his approval with a loud moan.
Max scratched at the bedroom door and whined.
Harry altered the angle of his strokes. He knew he'd gotten it just right when Malfoy's wings fanned out to their fullest extension and rustled.
"Yes, yes, right there, Potter," panted Malfoy. His body undulated gracefully before Harry, arching back to take Harry deep on each thrust. Harry caressed Malfoy everywhere he could reach--his hips, his back and most of all, his magnificent wings. Malfoy's vocalizations increased in volume, as did Max's. The dog began to howl, but his lament was drowned out a moment later by the veela's keening cry of pleasure. Malfoy's wings fluttered as he climaxed, mimicking the tiny spasms that caused his rim to clench around Harry's cock.
Grunting with effort, Harry continued pounding into Malfoy, riding him fast and hard in search of his own release. He was cocooned by Malfoy's wings as his lover's contractions eased into quivering aftershocks. Harry came, surrounded by soft feathers and the scent of sex. It was several long moments before Harry withdrew from Malfoy and sprawled sideways across his bed.
Malfoy's wings receded, and he rolled onto his back to regard Harry with a lazy grin. "Are you going to lie there all night, or do you plan to join me up here by the pillows?"
"I can't move," groaned Harry.
"Get some sleep, Potter," chuckled Malfoy. "I'll expect a decent breakfast in the morning."
A Shag Before Breakfast