Overwhelming Obsession
Title: Overwhelming Obsession
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Word count: 1250
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: Birthday gift for lilyginny27, who requested more of Club Coquette with a prompt of eyes
Summary: Draco's obsession for his lover frightens him.
What are you afraid of?
The question continued to echo in Draco's mind as he replayed last night's conversation over and over. What was he afraid of?
Draco enjoyed the time he spent at Club Coquette, and perhaps that was part of the problem--he enjoyed it too much. When Blaise had first mentioned the club to him, Draco had seen it as a way to release tension by indulging in anonymous sex. He hadn't been looking for a relationship, not on the heels of a bad break up. However, that was exactly what his continued dalliance with the sexy stranger seemed to be, and that's what scared Draco. He never should have returned to the club after that first night. Either that, or he should have chosen a different partner. Draco wondered if it was too late for him.
~*~
"You're late, Cinderella. I feared you planned to stay away tonight."
As if I could, Draco thought to himself. He had returned to Club Coquette in his usual costume of a short, black skirt, red corset, stockings and boots. His identity was hidden behind his signature feathered mask.
"What are you in the mood for this evening?" asked the stranger. He, too, was dressed in his familiar costume of black leather trousers, black silk shirt and an unadorned black mask.
"Perhaps one of the suites that overlooks the club?" Draco suggested. He had been unable to decide if he wanted to be alone with his lover or not, and one of the suites seemed like a good compromise. "If it can be arranged on short notice," Draco amended.
"For you, anything," the man said, teeth flashing in a quick grin. He led the way to the smaller lobby, which provided access to the rooms above the club. They secured a key from the woman at the front desk, and the stranger escorted Draco to the lift. They arrived in an opulent corridor and made their way to one of the doors. The man opened the suite and gestured for Draco to precede him.
Draco immediately went to the far wall and opened the heavy curtains, revealing the dance club below. The floor was crowded, and Draco knew all too well that some of the revelers were doing far more than dancing. He quivered with arousal as he recalled the time he and his lover had engaged in sex under the guise of dancing.
Strong arms enfolded Draco from behind. One hand caressed his cock through his skirt, while the other toyed with his nipples. Draco leaned back into the embrace, rubbing his arse against the hardness he could feel pressing against him.
"Shall I fuck you in full view of the club?"
Draco bit his lip to quell a moan. He shook his head. "The bed," he murmured.
"Shall I leave the curtains open?" husked his lover.
Draco nodded wordlessly. He had discovered a latent exhibitionist streak during his encounters at the club, and the idea that others could watch them was incredibly titillating.
Insistent hands tugged Draco's skirt off, baring his erect cock to any who may be looking up at the window of their suite. Draco was turned to face his lover, and his lips were claimed in a searing kiss. The man's hand settled on Draco's arse to cup and squeeze his taut flesh and pull him into closer contact. Draco made a needy sound in his throat and wound his arms around the stranger's neck. He raised one stockinged leg and wrapped it around the man's thighs as he frotted against his lover.
The stranger broke the kiss and urged Draco to the bed. Draco lay back against the pillows, legs already parted in anticipation. He licked his lips as his lover stood back and removed his shirt. His chest was firmly muscled, and his stomach was flat and toned. The man's nipples were stiff with arousal, matching the intriguing bulge in his trousers.
"You're beautiful," murmured the stranger, eyes hot on Draco from behind his mask. He placed one knee on the bed and moved over Draco's body.
Draco reacted by opening his legs wider. His lover's hands settled on Draco's thighs, caressing slowly upward and inward. Draco shivered and moaned, and his cock twitched as the stranger's fingers trailed nearer.
Rather than take Draco in hand, however, the man's fingers continued moving inward, feathering over Draco's balls and reaching beyond.
Draco tilted his pelvis up, gasping when those questing fingers found the handle of the plug he'd inserted earlier. The stranger pulled on the plug, drawing it almost completely out before giving it a twist and pushing it deep once more. Draco clutched at the bedding as his hips bucked involuntarily.
With a wicked chuckle, the man withdrew the plug, leaving Draco's rim fluttering after it. "Another pretty objet d'art to add to my collection," he whispered, setting the glass plug aside. He sat back on his haunches and opened his trousers, allowing his swollen cock to jut forth.
Draco pulled his knees up, opening himself for his lover. "Please," he breathed, all but squirming on the bed.
The stranger covered Draco's body once more, lowering his hips into the vee of Draco's thighs. It was Draco who reached between them to guide his lover into position. The man's hips surged forward, penetrating Draco in a swift, sure stroke.
"Oh god," Draco wheezed, loving the way the man's cock stretched and filled him. No one had ever pleasured him as well as this familiar stranger did, and Draco allowed himself to become lost in the sensation of scintillating sex. His lover moved over him, on him, in him, drawing ragged pants from Draco and causing his toes to curl in his boots and his fingers to tighten in the bedding. He arched into each slick stroke, clenching his inner muscles each time the stranger's cock rubbed across the sensitive gland inside of him.
The man groaned when Draco's rim tightened around him, and he began thrusting harder, quickening his pace as he pounded between Draco's spread legs.
Anyone could look up from the dance floor and see them coupling on the bed in their room, and that knowledge stoked Draco's desire to a fever pitch. He grasped his own cock and tugged on awkwardly, increasing the level of his pleasure. Incoherent words spilled from his lips as he writhed beneath his lover. Draco's balls drew up, and the muscles in his lower back tightened an instant before he exploded into welcome release.
The stranger maintained his frenzied tempo, thrusting high and hard into Draco's trembling body until he stiffened above Draco and threw his head back with a harsh shout. His cock jerked, pulsing inside of Draco as he achieved his own climax.
It was a long moment before the man sighed and pulled out of Draco to lie next to him on the bed. Silence reigned as Draco worked up the courage to say what was on his mind. He took a deep breath.
"I think-"
"That was-"
They both stopped speaking with matching chuckles. "You first," Draco said.
"I was going to say, that was brilliant, as always," his lover murmured, causing Draco's stomach to churn. "What were you saying?"
Draco closed his eyes and muttered, "I was wondering if we should hook up with others."
~tbc~
Desperate Desire
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Word count: 1250
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: Birthday gift for lilyginny27, who requested more of Club Coquette with a prompt of eyes
Summary: Draco's obsession for his lover frightens him.
What are you afraid of?
The question continued to echo in Draco's mind as he replayed last night's conversation over and over. What was he afraid of?
Draco enjoyed the time he spent at Club Coquette, and perhaps that was part of the problem--he enjoyed it too much. When Blaise had first mentioned the club to him, Draco had seen it as a way to release tension by indulging in anonymous sex. He hadn't been looking for a relationship, not on the heels of a bad break up. However, that was exactly what his continued dalliance with the sexy stranger seemed to be, and that's what scared Draco. He never should have returned to the club after that first night. Either that, or he should have chosen a different partner. Draco wondered if it was too late for him.
~*~
"You're late, Cinderella. I feared you planned to stay away tonight."
As if I could, Draco thought to himself. He had returned to Club Coquette in his usual costume of a short, black skirt, red corset, stockings and boots. His identity was hidden behind his signature feathered mask.
"What are you in the mood for this evening?" asked the stranger. He, too, was dressed in his familiar costume of black leather trousers, black silk shirt and an unadorned black mask.
"Perhaps one of the suites that overlooks the club?" Draco suggested. He had been unable to decide if he wanted to be alone with his lover or not, and one of the suites seemed like a good compromise. "If it can be arranged on short notice," Draco amended.
"For you, anything," the man said, teeth flashing in a quick grin. He led the way to the smaller lobby, which provided access to the rooms above the club. They secured a key from the woman at the front desk, and the stranger escorted Draco to the lift. They arrived in an opulent corridor and made their way to one of the doors. The man opened the suite and gestured for Draco to precede him.
Draco immediately went to the far wall and opened the heavy curtains, revealing the dance club below. The floor was crowded, and Draco knew all too well that some of the revelers were doing far more than dancing. He quivered with arousal as he recalled the time he and his lover had engaged in sex under the guise of dancing.
Strong arms enfolded Draco from behind. One hand caressed his cock through his skirt, while the other toyed with his nipples. Draco leaned back into the embrace, rubbing his arse against the hardness he could feel pressing against him.
"Shall I fuck you in full view of the club?"
Draco bit his lip to quell a moan. He shook his head. "The bed," he murmured.
"Shall I leave the curtains open?" husked his lover.
Draco nodded wordlessly. He had discovered a latent exhibitionist streak during his encounters at the club, and the idea that others could watch them was incredibly titillating.
Insistent hands tugged Draco's skirt off, baring his erect cock to any who may be looking up at the window of their suite. Draco was turned to face his lover, and his lips were claimed in a searing kiss. The man's hand settled on Draco's arse to cup and squeeze his taut flesh and pull him into closer contact. Draco made a needy sound in his throat and wound his arms around the stranger's neck. He raised one stockinged leg and wrapped it around the man's thighs as he frotted against his lover.
The stranger broke the kiss and urged Draco to the bed. Draco lay back against the pillows, legs already parted in anticipation. He licked his lips as his lover stood back and removed his shirt. His chest was firmly muscled, and his stomach was flat and toned. The man's nipples were stiff with arousal, matching the intriguing bulge in his trousers.
"You're beautiful," murmured the stranger, eyes hot on Draco from behind his mask. He placed one knee on the bed and moved over Draco's body.
Draco reacted by opening his legs wider. His lover's hands settled on Draco's thighs, caressing slowly upward and inward. Draco shivered and moaned, and his cock twitched as the stranger's fingers trailed nearer.
Rather than take Draco in hand, however, the man's fingers continued moving inward, feathering over Draco's balls and reaching beyond.
Draco tilted his pelvis up, gasping when those questing fingers found the handle of the plug he'd inserted earlier. The stranger pulled on the plug, drawing it almost completely out before giving it a twist and pushing it deep once more. Draco clutched at the bedding as his hips bucked involuntarily.
With a wicked chuckle, the man withdrew the plug, leaving Draco's rim fluttering after it. "Another pretty objet d'art to add to my collection," he whispered, setting the glass plug aside. He sat back on his haunches and opened his trousers, allowing his swollen cock to jut forth.
Draco pulled his knees up, opening himself for his lover. "Please," he breathed, all but squirming on the bed.
The stranger covered Draco's body once more, lowering his hips into the vee of Draco's thighs. It was Draco who reached between them to guide his lover into position. The man's hips surged forward, penetrating Draco in a swift, sure stroke.
"Oh god," Draco wheezed, loving the way the man's cock stretched and filled him. No one had ever pleasured him as well as this familiar stranger did, and Draco allowed himself to become lost in the sensation of scintillating sex. His lover moved over him, on him, in him, drawing ragged pants from Draco and causing his toes to curl in his boots and his fingers to tighten in the bedding. He arched into each slick stroke, clenching his inner muscles each time the stranger's cock rubbed across the sensitive gland inside of him.
The man groaned when Draco's rim tightened around him, and he began thrusting harder, quickening his pace as he pounded between Draco's spread legs.
Anyone could look up from the dance floor and see them coupling on the bed in their room, and that knowledge stoked Draco's desire to a fever pitch. He grasped his own cock and tugged on awkwardly, increasing the level of his pleasure. Incoherent words spilled from his lips as he writhed beneath his lover. Draco's balls drew up, and the muscles in his lower back tightened an instant before he exploded into welcome release.
The stranger maintained his frenzied tempo, thrusting high and hard into Draco's trembling body until he stiffened above Draco and threw his head back with a harsh shout. His cock jerked, pulsing inside of Draco as he achieved his own climax.
It was a long moment before the man sighed and pulled out of Draco to lie next to him on the bed. Silence reigned as Draco worked up the courage to say what was on his mind. He took a deep breath.
"I think-"
"That was-"
They both stopped speaking with matching chuckles. "You first," Draco said.
"I was going to say, that was brilliant, as always," his lover murmured, causing Draco's stomach to churn. "What were you saying?"
Draco closed his eyes and muttered, "I was wondering if we should hook up with others."
~tbc~
Desperate Desire