A Shag Before Breakfast
Title: A Shag Before Breakfast
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
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: 590
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 ldydark1, who wanted more of Bent and Broken.
Summary: Harry may not have the energy to make breakfast...
Malfoy spent the night in Harry's bed and in his arms, after securing the promise of breakfast in the morning.
Harry was still sleeping deeply when something tickled his nose. He reached up lethargically to brush it away. Harry frowned when his fingers met silky softness, rather than his own face. He opened his eyes, seeing nothing but white. Harry panicked and batted at his face.
Malfoy chuckled and flicked his wing back. "You're meant to be making me breakfast, not having a lie-in," he said.
"Tosser," grumbled Harry, turning over and presenting his back to his guest. He yelped when Malfoy's wing trailed over his side. "That tickles!" Harry protested, squirming away. The sensation hadn't diminished his morning wood, however.
"I have an itch that needs to be scratched," Malfoy murmured near Harry's face. He blew a puff of air into Harry's ear and nibbled the lobe.
Harry twitched anew. "You're demanding I shag you in addition to feeding you?" he drawled, enjoying the game.
"Would you rather lie there while I shag you?" asked Malfoy, drawing his wings out of the way.
Harry turned to face the veela. In their previous encounters, he had topped, but he wasn't averse to switching. "It would be a fantastic way for you to earn your breakfast," he said. He hoped he didn't sound too eager.
Malfoy grinned and helped himself to the lubricant. "On your fours, Potter," he instructed, pouring some of the viscous liquid into his palm.
Harry assumed the position and gasped when slick fingers skated over his rim, causing it to flutter in reaction. He hadn't bottomed in some time, and he was looking forward to indulging Malfoy in that manner.
Malfoy pressed a finger inside of Harry and added another. He slid his fingers in and out, scissoring them apart to stretch Harry's entrance.
Harry began to squirm. "That's enough," he muttered, hips wiggling with impatience. Harry groaned as the fingers were slowly withdrawn. He felt the bed shift as Malfoy moved into position behind him, and Harry held his breath in anticipation. He quivered at the first prod of Malfoy's cock against his entrance, then moaned in pleasure as his lover pushed inside of him.
Malfoy's breath gusted out in a huff, and his wings fanned out to their fullest extension. They began to sweep languidly back and forth as he moved, hips pumping rhythmically over Harry's upraised arse.
Harry clenched his hands in the bedding and tried to keep his voice down. It was no use; he began vocalizing his pleasure quite loudly, and Max began howling at the door.
Malfoy snickered, and his pace faltered.
"Don't stop," snarled Harry, pushing back emphatically.
Taking the hint, Malfoy resumed thrusting, driving into Harry over and over. He changed his angle, and Harry's resulting howl rivaled Max's.
Harry kept up a stream of nonsensical babble as he reached for his cock and wanked himself roughly. In moments, his release was spilling over the blankets. Malfoy continued shagging Harry until his wings snapped straight out, and he came with a keening cry.
Max bayed in the hallway and pawed at the door.
Malfoy withdrew from Harry with an amused chuckle. He gave Harry's arse a light swat and said, "Go make my breakfast, you lazy slag."
Harry collapsed atop the blankets and mumbled, "I don't think I can move."
A Different Sort of Itch
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
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: 590
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 ldydark1, who wanted more of Bent and Broken.
Summary: Harry may not have the energy to make breakfast...
Malfoy spent the night in Harry's bed and in his arms, after securing the promise of breakfast in the morning.
Harry was still sleeping deeply when something tickled his nose. He reached up lethargically to brush it away. Harry frowned when his fingers met silky softness, rather than his own face. He opened his eyes, seeing nothing but white. Harry panicked and batted at his face.
Malfoy chuckled and flicked his wing back. "You're meant to be making me breakfast, not having a lie-in," he said.
"Tosser," grumbled Harry, turning over and presenting his back to his guest. He yelped when Malfoy's wing trailed over his side. "That tickles!" Harry protested, squirming away. The sensation hadn't diminished his morning wood, however.
"I have an itch that needs to be scratched," Malfoy murmured near Harry's face. He blew a puff of air into Harry's ear and nibbled the lobe.
Harry twitched anew. "You're demanding I shag you in addition to feeding you?" he drawled, enjoying the game.
"Would you rather lie there while I shag you?" asked Malfoy, drawing his wings out of the way.
Harry turned to face the veela. In their previous encounters, he had topped, but he wasn't averse to switching. "It would be a fantastic way for you to earn your breakfast," he said. He hoped he didn't sound too eager.
Malfoy grinned and helped himself to the lubricant. "On your fours, Potter," he instructed, pouring some of the viscous liquid into his palm.
Harry assumed the position and gasped when slick fingers skated over his rim, causing it to flutter in reaction. He hadn't bottomed in some time, and he was looking forward to indulging Malfoy in that manner.
Malfoy pressed a finger inside of Harry and added another. He slid his fingers in and out, scissoring them apart to stretch Harry's entrance.
Harry began to squirm. "That's enough," he muttered, hips wiggling with impatience. Harry groaned as the fingers were slowly withdrawn. He felt the bed shift as Malfoy moved into position behind him, and Harry held his breath in anticipation. He quivered at the first prod of Malfoy's cock against his entrance, then moaned in pleasure as his lover pushed inside of him.
Malfoy's breath gusted out in a huff, and his wings fanned out to their fullest extension. They began to sweep languidly back and forth as he moved, hips pumping rhythmically over Harry's upraised arse.
Harry clenched his hands in the bedding and tried to keep his voice down. It was no use; he began vocalizing his pleasure quite loudly, and Max began howling at the door.
Malfoy snickered, and his pace faltered.
"Don't stop," snarled Harry, pushing back emphatically.
Taking the hint, Malfoy resumed thrusting, driving into Harry over and over. He changed his angle, and Harry's resulting howl rivaled Max's.
Harry kept up a stream of nonsensical babble as he reached for his cock and wanked himself roughly. In moments, his release was spilling over the blankets. Malfoy continued shagging Harry until his wings snapped straight out, and he came with a keening cry.
Max bayed in the hallway and pawed at the door.
Malfoy withdrew from Harry with an amused chuckle. He gave Harry's arse a light swat and said, "Go make my breakfast, you lazy slag."
Harry collapsed atop the blankets and mumbled, "I don't think I can move."
A Different Sort of Itch