Donation gift; HPCreatures
Title: Crumpled Feathers
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 475
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Donation gift for bootsy_mine, in thanks for the "Help Japan" Vgift. You didn't give me a prompt, but I know you like Veelas!
♥ hp_creatures February photo prompts.
Author's note: This is part of an arc that began with Mingled Feathers, but it can be read as a stand-alone.
Summary: A Transfiguration mishap leaves Draco randy.
"I didn't know you were into collars."
Harry sent a glare Draco's way. "I'm not," he said. "Another of Seamus' spells went awry in Transfiguration class, and he managed to transfigure the collar of my shirt." As he spoke, Harry was running his fingers over the black collar around his neck, trying to find a way to remove it. He frowned at Draco over his shoulder. "Help me," he snapped. As long as he was saddled with a Veela mate, and had sprouted his own pair of small black wings as evidence, his mate could damn well make himself useful.
Draco stepped up behind Harry, admiring the way his mate looked in nothing but a pair of black trousers and a black collar. The collar had two rows of silver studs, and no discernible buckle. Harry's hair was sticking up in tufts from removing his shirt, and his small wings were fluttering in agitation. Typically, they only fluttered during sex.
"I want you," Draco breathed, placing an open mouth kiss to the slope of Harry's shoulder.
"Don't tell me you're into collars," Harry snorted, trying to twitch away.
"You look hot," said Draco.
Harry stepped away and turned to face him. "Fine, get on the bed," he instructed, reaching for his zip. He needed the stress relief a good shag could bring.
Draco stripped quickly, allowing his own large white wings to fan out. "I want to top this time."
Harry worried his lower lip while he thought about it. "Alright," he conceded, "but take it easy." He hadn't bottomed in some time, and Draco looked a little too eager for Harry's peace of mind.
Draco prepared Harry carefully, but all of his consideration went by the wayside once he was inside of his mate. Harry was hot and tight and perfect, and the sight of him in that collar was whipping Draco's ardor into a frenzy as he rode Harry from behind.
Harry's complaints gradually turned to the more familiar grunts and groans associated with shagging as his body adjusted. The feathers of his small wings ruffled with his escalating passion. Harry wanked himself to completion mere seconds before Draco climaxed inside of him.
That wasn't so bad, Harry thought, heaving a satisfied sigh. "Unh," he grunted a moment later, when Draco's full weight slumped onto his back. "Geroff, you big chicken!" cried Harry. "You're hurting my wings!"
Draco lurched away from Harry, and his eyes widened. "Uh oh," he muttered.
"What do you mean, uh oh?!" snapped Harry, tugging at his collar once more.
Draco cleared his throat and stroked one of Harry's wings, calming his mate instantly. "I owe you an apology," he said. "I seem to have crumpled some of your feathers."
Bedazzled Feathers
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 475
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Donation gift for bootsy_mine, in thanks for the "Help Japan" Vgift. You didn't give me a prompt, but I know you like Veelas!
♥ hp_creatures February photo prompts.
Author's note: This is part of an arc that began with Mingled Feathers, but it can be read as a stand-alone.
Summary: A Transfiguration mishap leaves Draco randy.
"I didn't know you were into collars."
Harry sent a glare Draco's way. "I'm not," he said. "Another of Seamus' spells went awry in Transfiguration class, and he managed to transfigure the collar of my shirt." As he spoke, Harry was running his fingers over the black collar around his neck, trying to find a way to remove it. He frowned at Draco over his shoulder. "Help me," he snapped. As long as he was saddled with a Veela mate, and had sprouted his own pair of small black wings as evidence, his mate could damn well make himself useful.
Draco stepped up behind Harry, admiring the way his mate looked in nothing but a pair of black trousers and a black collar. The collar had two rows of silver studs, and no discernible buckle. Harry's hair was sticking up in tufts from removing his shirt, and his small wings were fluttering in agitation. Typically, they only fluttered during sex.
"I want you," Draco breathed, placing an open mouth kiss to the slope of Harry's shoulder.
"Don't tell me you're into collars," Harry snorted, trying to twitch away.
"You look hot," said Draco.
Harry stepped away and turned to face him. "Fine, get on the bed," he instructed, reaching for his zip. He needed the stress relief a good shag could bring.
Draco stripped quickly, allowing his own large white wings to fan out. "I want to top this time."
Harry worried his lower lip while he thought about it. "Alright," he conceded, "but take it easy." He hadn't bottomed in some time, and Draco looked a little too eager for Harry's peace of mind.
Draco prepared Harry carefully, but all of his consideration went by the wayside once he was inside of his mate. Harry was hot and tight and perfect, and the sight of him in that collar was whipping Draco's ardor into a frenzy as he rode Harry from behind.
Harry's complaints gradually turned to the more familiar grunts and groans associated with shagging as his body adjusted. The feathers of his small wings ruffled with his escalating passion. Harry wanked himself to completion mere seconds before Draco climaxed inside of him.
That wasn't so bad, Harry thought, heaving a satisfied sigh. "Unh," he grunted a moment later, when Draco's full weight slumped onto his back. "Geroff, you big chicken!" cried Harry. "You're hurting my wings!"
Draco lurched away from Harry, and his eyes widened. "Uh oh," he muttered.
"What do you mean, uh oh?!" snapped Harry, tugging at his collar once more.
Draco cleared his throat and stroked one of Harry's wings, calming his mate instantly. "I owe you an apology," he said. "I seem to have crumpled some of your feathers."
Bedazzled Feathers