Like a Virgin
Title: Like a Virgin
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (highlight to read)*Explicit sex; physical age disparity, which may be construed as chan*
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1250
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 thepretender501, with a prompt of Polyjuice. This allowed me to free a plot bunny that has been clamoring for attention for a long, long time.
Summary: Draco has many regrets, but a chance find enables him to put one to rest.
With Harry working long hours as an Auror, Draco had quickly grown bored in their new home. He had kept busy initially with decorating, but now everything was in place. There were only so many teas he could attend and only so much shopping he could tolerate. Harry had finally suggested that Draco begin sorting through their boxes in the attic.
It was as Draco was going through his old school trunk that inspiration hit.
Draco lifted out a set of Slytherin robes. They would have been from Sixth year, as he hadn't returned to Hogwarts for his Seventh year. Draco smoothed the sumptuous fabric over his lap and brushed at some lint on the sleeve. He absently plucked one of his own blond hairs from the collar and paused.
Draco had many regrets from his youth, and there were several things he wished he could have changed. One of his biggest regrets, however, was that he hadn't waited for Harry. Draco had lost his virginity to another frightened youth the summer he turned seventeen. There had been nothing between them except mutual distrust of the adults around them and a shared fear that there may not be a tomorrow.
Draco had always wished he would have saved the gift of his innocence for Harry, and now it seemed he was being given the opportunity to do so.
~*~
Harry hung his cloak and trudged into the kitchen. Usually, Draco greeted him within moments of returning home, but there was no sign of him. There was a note on the table, leading Harry to believe his boyfriend had gone out.
Meet me in the bedroom
Harry's weariness vanished in an instant, and he bounded up the stairs two at a time. He pushed open the door to the bedroom, only to find it empty. "Draco?" he tried.
"I'll be out in a minute," Draco called from the en suite.
Harry heard what sounded like a stifled gag, followed by coughing. "Are you alright?" he asked. The door opened a moment later, and Harry gasped out loud. "Draco?" he whispered.
The vision before him was most certainly Draco, but he appeared about ten years younger. His hair was shorter, his body more slender, and the laugh lines that Harry loved were gone from the corners of Draco's eyes.
"How is this possible?" Harry asked, voice hesitant.
"I found a hair on one of my old school robes," Draco said. Even his voice sounded younger. "We have one hour to make the most of it."
Harry was at once intrigued and put off. Draco sauntered closer, his sensual movements belying his apparent youth. Harry took an uncertain step back. "It-it doesn't seem right," he said.
"My body may be sixteen, but I assure you, my mind is twenty-five," said Draco. He succeeded in closing the distance between them and looped his arms around Harry's neck.
Harry flushed as his body reacted to Draco's nearness. "I'm not sure," he hedged.
"Do it for me," urged Draco. "I always regretted not losing my virginity to you, and now that I have a chance to do it all over again, I want to do it with you."
It was the pleading look in Draco's eyes that swayed Harry. "O-okay," he stammered, "but we're going to do it right."
Harry led Draco to the bed and carefully undressed his boyfriend. Draco's youthful body was a sight to behold. He was less muscular than Harry was used to, and his chest was unmarred by scars. "Lie down," Harry told him in a husky voice. As Draco settled himself on the bed, Harry hastily cast off his own clothing and joined Draco. He took his time kissing and stroking Draco's smooth skin until his boyfriend tugged on his hair.
"We don't have all day, Harry," Draco reminded him with a wry grin.
Harry drizzled lubricant over the fingers of his right hand and began to tease Draco's entrance. As he gently inserted one finger, Harry closed his lips over the tip of Draco's prick. He made a surprised noise when he realized just how tight Draco was, and Harry's own cock gave an impatient throb. Draco was very much a virgin in this body, and Harry had to force himself to prepare his boyfriend with the utmost care.
Harry took more of Draco in his mouth as he added a second finger. Draco was soon moaning and squirming beneath him and imploring Harry to get on with it already. Harry continued to take his time, scissoring his fingers to be sure his boyfriend was properly stretched and loosened.
"Harry, time is wasting!" groaned Draco, pushing his hips up for emphasis.
Harry took pity on him, raising his head and pulling his fingers free. He bit his lip as Draco's virginal rim grasped at his retreating fingers. Harry rose to his knees and smeared the excess lubricant up and down his shaft.
"Stop playing with it, and give it to me!" Draco demanded.
Harry almost laughed. Draco might look young and inexperienced, but he knew how to get what he wanted. Harry lowered himself into position and guided his cock to Draco's entrance. He pressed against the tight opening, biting his lip in concentration. Draco's jaw tightened, and he drew his knees up as Harry eased into him.
"Am I hurting you?" Harry asked. Sweat beaded his upper lip as he strove to penetrate his boyfriend in slow increments.
"A little," Draco admitted on a gasp, "but this is what I wanted." He cupped Harry's arse and drew him in hard. Draco squeaked, and Harry groaned as he became fully embedded in his lover's oh-so-snug hole.
"Fuck, I'm sorry-"
"Don't you dare stop," Draco warned, cutting off Harry's apology. He pushed his hips up again, making his wishes known.
Harry took the hint and started to move. He began slowly, stroking Draco's slick hole with shallow thrusts. Draco writhed and whimpered beneath him, encouraging Harry to pick up the pace. Harry responded by driving in deeper and harder, eventually settling into a fast, forceful rhythm of thrusting. He knew what Draco liked.
"Merlin, Harry, you feel so good," panted Draco. "More, I need more."
"You're so tight, Draco," gasped Harry, lower body pistoning between his boyfriend's legs. "I can't believe how hard you're gripping me."
Draco raised his pelvis and undulated. "There, that's the spot," he gritted, grinding himself on Harry's cock. "Touch me," he pleaded.
Harry shifted his balance to get a hand between them, and he wrapped his fingers around Draco's penis. A few clumsy strokes were all that was needed to have Draco coming undone. He keened and thrashed beneath Harry as he pulsed over Harry's hand. Harry didn't release Draco until his boyfriend collapsed in a sated heap under him.
Harry resumed fucking Draco with raw intensity, savoring each little shiver and spasm his movements managed to wring from his boyfriend. Draco was so incredibly snug around him that Harry knew he wouldn't last much longer. Harry drove in hard twice more and groaned through his own release. When his tremors eased, Harry carefully uncoupled from Draco and sprawled beside him on the bed.
"That was..." Harry paused, at a loss for words.
"Brilliant," sighed Draco.
"How do you feel?" asked Harry, smoothing his palm over Draco's chest and teasing his nipples into rigid peaks once more.
Draco turned to smile at Harry and said, "I feel like a newly deflowered virgin."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (highlight to read)*Explicit sex; physical age disparity, which may be construed as chan*
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1250
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 thepretender501, with a prompt of Polyjuice. This allowed me to free a plot bunny that has been clamoring for attention for a long, long time.
Summary: Draco has many regrets, but a chance find enables him to put one to rest.
With Harry working long hours as an Auror, Draco had quickly grown bored in their new home. He had kept busy initially with decorating, but now everything was in place. There were only so many teas he could attend and only so much shopping he could tolerate. Harry had finally suggested that Draco begin sorting through their boxes in the attic.
It was as Draco was going through his old school trunk that inspiration hit.
Draco lifted out a set of Slytherin robes. They would have been from Sixth year, as he hadn't returned to Hogwarts for his Seventh year. Draco smoothed the sumptuous fabric over his lap and brushed at some lint on the sleeve. He absently plucked one of his own blond hairs from the collar and paused.
Draco had many regrets from his youth, and there were several things he wished he could have changed. One of his biggest regrets, however, was that he hadn't waited for Harry. Draco had lost his virginity to another frightened youth the summer he turned seventeen. There had been nothing between them except mutual distrust of the adults around them and a shared fear that there may not be a tomorrow.
Draco had always wished he would have saved the gift of his innocence for Harry, and now it seemed he was being given the opportunity to do so.
~*~
Harry hung his cloak and trudged into the kitchen. Usually, Draco greeted him within moments of returning home, but there was no sign of him. There was a note on the table, leading Harry to believe his boyfriend had gone out.
Meet me in the bedroom
Harry's weariness vanished in an instant, and he bounded up the stairs two at a time. He pushed open the door to the bedroom, only to find it empty. "Draco?" he tried.
"I'll be out in a minute," Draco called from the en suite.
Harry heard what sounded like a stifled gag, followed by coughing. "Are you alright?" he asked. The door opened a moment later, and Harry gasped out loud. "Draco?" he whispered.
The vision before him was most certainly Draco, but he appeared about ten years younger. His hair was shorter, his body more slender, and the laugh lines that Harry loved were gone from the corners of Draco's eyes.
"How is this possible?" Harry asked, voice hesitant.
"I found a hair on one of my old school robes," Draco said. Even his voice sounded younger. "We have one hour to make the most of it."
Harry was at once intrigued and put off. Draco sauntered closer, his sensual movements belying his apparent youth. Harry took an uncertain step back. "It-it doesn't seem right," he said.
"My body may be sixteen, but I assure you, my mind is twenty-five," said Draco. He succeeded in closing the distance between them and looped his arms around Harry's neck.
Harry flushed as his body reacted to Draco's nearness. "I'm not sure," he hedged.
"Do it for me," urged Draco. "I always regretted not losing my virginity to you, and now that I have a chance to do it all over again, I want to do it with you."
It was the pleading look in Draco's eyes that swayed Harry. "O-okay," he stammered, "but we're going to do it right."
Harry led Draco to the bed and carefully undressed his boyfriend. Draco's youthful body was a sight to behold. He was less muscular than Harry was used to, and his chest was unmarred by scars. "Lie down," Harry told him in a husky voice. As Draco settled himself on the bed, Harry hastily cast off his own clothing and joined Draco. He took his time kissing and stroking Draco's smooth skin until his boyfriend tugged on his hair.
"We don't have all day, Harry," Draco reminded him with a wry grin.
Harry drizzled lubricant over the fingers of his right hand and began to tease Draco's entrance. As he gently inserted one finger, Harry closed his lips over the tip of Draco's prick. He made a surprised noise when he realized just how tight Draco was, and Harry's own cock gave an impatient throb. Draco was very much a virgin in this body, and Harry had to force himself to prepare his boyfriend with the utmost care.
Harry took more of Draco in his mouth as he added a second finger. Draco was soon moaning and squirming beneath him and imploring Harry to get on with it already. Harry continued to take his time, scissoring his fingers to be sure his boyfriend was properly stretched and loosened.
"Harry, time is wasting!" groaned Draco, pushing his hips up for emphasis.
Harry took pity on him, raising his head and pulling his fingers free. He bit his lip as Draco's virginal rim grasped at his retreating fingers. Harry rose to his knees and smeared the excess lubricant up and down his shaft.
"Stop playing with it, and give it to me!" Draco demanded.
Harry almost laughed. Draco might look young and inexperienced, but he knew how to get what he wanted. Harry lowered himself into position and guided his cock to Draco's entrance. He pressed against the tight opening, biting his lip in concentration. Draco's jaw tightened, and he drew his knees up as Harry eased into him.
"Am I hurting you?" Harry asked. Sweat beaded his upper lip as he strove to penetrate his boyfriend in slow increments.
"A little," Draco admitted on a gasp, "but this is what I wanted." He cupped Harry's arse and drew him in hard. Draco squeaked, and Harry groaned as he became fully embedded in his lover's oh-so-snug hole.
"Fuck, I'm sorry-"
"Don't you dare stop," Draco warned, cutting off Harry's apology. He pushed his hips up again, making his wishes known.
Harry took the hint and started to move. He began slowly, stroking Draco's slick hole with shallow thrusts. Draco writhed and whimpered beneath him, encouraging Harry to pick up the pace. Harry responded by driving in deeper and harder, eventually settling into a fast, forceful rhythm of thrusting. He knew what Draco liked.
"Merlin, Harry, you feel so good," panted Draco. "More, I need more."
"You're so tight, Draco," gasped Harry, lower body pistoning between his boyfriend's legs. "I can't believe how hard you're gripping me."
Draco raised his pelvis and undulated. "There, that's the spot," he gritted, grinding himself on Harry's cock. "Touch me," he pleaded.
Harry shifted his balance to get a hand between them, and he wrapped his fingers around Draco's penis. A few clumsy strokes were all that was needed to have Draco coming undone. He keened and thrashed beneath Harry as he pulsed over Harry's hand. Harry didn't release Draco until his boyfriend collapsed in a sated heap under him.
Harry resumed fucking Draco with raw intensity, savoring each little shiver and spasm his movements managed to wring from his boyfriend. Draco was so incredibly snug around him that Harry knew he wouldn't last much longer. Harry drove in hard twice more and groaned through his own release. When his tremors eased, Harry carefully uncoupled from Draco and sprawled beside him on the bed.
"That was..." Harry paused, at a loss for words.
"Brilliant," sighed Draco.
"How do you feel?" asked Harry, smoothing his palm over Draco's chest and teasing his nipples into rigid peaks once more.
Draco turned to smile at Harry and said, "I feel like a newly deflowered virgin."