Donation gift!fic: Virago 4
Title: Virago 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1280
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for nenne, in thanks for the It Gets Better Vgift. The request was for more of Virago.
Summary: Draco has made a demand, and Harry has an epiphany.
Harry realized his mouth had fallen open, and he closed it again quickly. "Pardon me?" he stammered.
"You heard me," said Draco, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. "You asked how you could make things up to me, and I told you to strip."
"Here?!" cried Harry. "Now?!"
"I didn't get a choice, did I?" said Draco, eyes boring into Harry.
No, Draco hadn't had a choice last night, Harry realized. He, however, did have a choice. He could choose to walk away from his husband, or he could attempt to make things right between them.
"Okay," Harry said slowly. "I'll do it if that's what you want." He sent a hopeful glance in Draco's direction, but Draco was clearly in no mood to let Harry off the hook.
Draco's expression remained impassive. "Strip," he repeated.
Harry's hopes plummeted, and his shoulders slumped. He took a deep breath and straightened his spine. He could do this; he would do this. After all, Harry had stripped for Draco many times before, although it had always been in the heat of mutual desire. Getting naked was normally a prelude to shagging. Performing a striptease while Draco stared at him dispassionately was a much more daunting prospect.
Harry unbuttoned the cuffs of his casual shirt and rolled up the sleeves, exposing his strong forearms. Harry risked a glance at Draco, but his husband's expression hadn't changed. Harry had been hoping for at least some flicker of interest. He'd even settle for amusement at this point...anything but the cold disapproval he could feel radiating from Draco.
Harry undid the top button of his shirt, then reached for the second.
"Slowly," said Draco. "I want to enjoy this."
Harry finished unbuttoning his shirt, taking his time to do so. He shrugged it off his shoulders and allowed the garment to slide down his arms. Harry turned his back to Draco and removed his shirt completely before turning around again. Bare-chested, Harry wadded his shirt up and threw it at his husband.
Draco caught the garment, but he did nothing more than hold it in his lap as his eyes remained fixed on Harry.
Harry bent to untie his trainers and toed them off. He kicked his shoes aside before tugging off his socks and tossing them in the direction of his trainers. Harry unsnapped the top of his jeans and eased the zip down. His quiescent cock perked up a bit at this activity, but Harry remained largely disinterested. He stole a peek at Draco's groin to see if his husband was affected, but the shirt Draco was holding prevented Harry from getting a good look. Harry eased his jeans down, revealing a pair of plain white pants. He paused with his jeans at mid-thigh.
"Continue," Draco ordered. He sounded almost bored.
Harry's unease increased. Draco was acting so cold to him that it felt like he was undressing for a stranger. Harry has an epiphany as he realized this was exactly what he'd subjected his husband to last night. The difference was, Draco hadn't known he was actually stripping for Harry. Mortified by his own behavior and ashamed of what he'd done to his husband, Harry tried to make belated amends.
"Draco," he began, "I am dreadfully sorry for-"
"Did I tell you to stop?" Draco's voice was clipped as he cut Harry off mid-apology.
His husband's response made Harry almost angry. So, Draco wanted to humiliate him in a fit of vindictiveness, did he? Fine. Harry hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and yanked them off. He kicked them in Draco's direction, but they fell short of Draco's shoes on the carpet. Harry planted his hands on his hips. "Satisfied?" he snapped.
"Not yet," drawled Draco. He tossed Harry's shirt to the floor and said, "Come here and suck my cock."
Harry was irritated by the haughty command, but he did enjoy going down on his husband. If he performed this intimacy for Draco, perhaps his husband would cajoled out of his vengeful strop. Without a word, Harry approached the chair where Draco was seated.
Draco spread his knees but otherwise made no move to facilitate the situation. Harry dropped down to kneel between his husband's open thighs. He unbuckled Draco's belt, and his own cock twitched and lengthened at the soft clink of metal. Harry undid the button at the top of Draco's fly and unzipped his husband's tailored trousers. He pushed the flies open, mouth watering at the sight of the bulge in Draco's pants. Harry buried his nose in the silken material, inhaling his husband's scent. He smiled when he felt Draco's cock jerk. Harry rubbed his cheek against the hard ridge of his husband's prick before turning his head and running his tongue over it.
A hand fisted in Harry's hair. "Suck it," Draco rasped.
Harry sat back and parted the material of Draco's pants, freeing his husband's erection. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and lowered his head. Harry's tongue flicked out, teasing the head of Draco's cock. He brought the tip to his lips and kissed it.
"Harry," growled Draco.
Harry closed his lips over the head of his husband's prick and applied light suction. He swirled his tongue around the tip, concentrating on the slit and the pre-come that was leaking from the tiny opening. Harry paused to savor Draco's flavor before taking more of Draco's cock in his mouth. He tightened his lips and moved his head up and down slowly, working Draco's cock and testing his gag reflex. He'd never been good at deep-throating, but Harry made up for it by teasing the base of his husband's prick with his hand. He made a ring of his thumb and forefinger and slid it up and down in tandem with the movements of his mouth.
Above him, Draco groaned and lifted his hips, thrusting himself into Harry's mouth.
Harry released Draco's cock and ran his tongue up the throbbing vein on the underside. He then mouthed up and down the shaft, being careful to keep his teeth from grazing Draco's sensitive flesh. Another snarl of frustration convinced Harry to close his lips over the head of Draco's prick again. He repeated the process of bobbing his head up and down while stroking the base with his fingers.
Draco's breathing grew harsh and rapid, and his cock swelled further in Harry's mouth. Harry took Draco as deeply as possible, anticipating his husband's imminent climax. Draco thrust up once more and spurted in Harry's mouth.
Harry worked to swallow, and only a small amount of semen dribbled down his chin. He held Draco's cock in his mouth, laving it with his tongue as it softened. Another tug on his hair let Harry know that Draco had had enough. He released Draco's cock with a slurp and sat back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
Draco waved a cleaning charm over himself and tucked his spent prick back into his pants. He zipped his trousers and nudged Harry back as he stood up. Draco stepped over Harry and headed for the staircase.
Harry was aroused and astounded both. "What about me?" he cried.
Draco didn't even bother looking back as he said, "Consider yourself punished."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1280
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for nenne, in thanks for the It Gets Better Vgift. The request was for more of Virago.
Summary: Draco has made a demand, and Harry has an epiphany.
Harry realized his mouth had fallen open, and he closed it again quickly. "Pardon me?" he stammered.
"You heard me," said Draco, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. "You asked how you could make things up to me, and I told you to strip."
"Here?!" cried Harry. "Now?!"
"I didn't get a choice, did I?" said Draco, eyes boring into Harry.
No, Draco hadn't had a choice last night, Harry realized. He, however, did have a choice. He could choose to walk away from his husband, or he could attempt to make things right between them.
"Okay," Harry said slowly. "I'll do it if that's what you want." He sent a hopeful glance in Draco's direction, but Draco was clearly in no mood to let Harry off the hook.
Draco's expression remained impassive. "Strip," he repeated.
Harry's hopes plummeted, and his shoulders slumped. He took a deep breath and straightened his spine. He could do this; he would do this. After all, Harry had stripped for Draco many times before, although it had always been in the heat of mutual desire. Getting naked was normally a prelude to shagging. Performing a striptease while Draco stared at him dispassionately was a much more daunting prospect.
Harry unbuttoned the cuffs of his casual shirt and rolled up the sleeves, exposing his strong forearms. Harry risked a glance at Draco, but his husband's expression hadn't changed. Harry had been hoping for at least some flicker of interest. He'd even settle for amusement at this point...anything but the cold disapproval he could feel radiating from Draco.
Harry undid the top button of his shirt, then reached for the second.
"Slowly," said Draco. "I want to enjoy this."
Harry finished unbuttoning his shirt, taking his time to do so. He shrugged it off his shoulders and allowed the garment to slide down his arms. Harry turned his back to Draco and removed his shirt completely before turning around again. Bare-chested, Harry wadded his shirt up and threw it at his husband.
Draco caught the garment, but he did nothing more than hold it in his lap as his eyes remained fixed on Harry.
Harry bent to untie his trainers and toed them off. He kicked his shoes aside before tugging off his socks and tossing them in the direction of his trainers. Harry unsnapped the top of his jeans and eased the zip down. His quiescent cock perked up a bit at this activity, but Harry remained largely disinterested. He stole a peek at Draco's groin to see if his husband was affected, but the shirt Draco was holding prevented Harry from getting a good look. Harry eased his jeans down, revealing a pair of plain white pants. He paused with his jeans at mid-thigh.
"Continue," Draco ordered. He sounded almost bored.
Harry's unease increased. Draco was acting so cold to him that it felt like he was undressing for a stranger. Harry has an epiphany as he realized this was exactly what he'd subjected his husband to last night. The difference was, Draco hadn't known he was actually stripping for Harry. Mortified by his own behavior and ashamed of what he'd done to his husband, Harry tried to make belated amends.
"Draco," he began, "I am dreadfully sorry for-"
"Did I tell you to stop?" Draco's voice was clipped as he cut Harry off mid-apology.
His husband's response made Harry almost angry. So, Draco wanted to humiliate him in a fit of vindictiveness, did he? Fine. Harry hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and yanked them off. He kicked them in Draco's direction, but they fell short of Draco's shoes on the carpet. Harry planted his hands on his hips. "Satisfied?" he snapped.
"Not yet," drawled Draco. He tossed Harry's shirt to the floor and said, "Come here and suck my cock."
Harry was irritated by the haughty command, but he did enjoy going down on his husband. If he performed this intimacy for Draco, perhaps his husband would cajoled out of his vengeful strop. Without a word, Harry approached the chair where Draco was seated.
Draco spread his knees but otherwise made no move to facilitate the situation. Harry dropped down to kneel between his husband's open thighs. He unbuckled Draco's belt, and his own cock twitched and lengthened at the soft clink of metal. Harry undid the button at the top of Draco's fly and unzipped his husband's tailored trousers. He pushed the flies open, mouth watering at the sight of the bulge in Draco's pants. Harry buried his nose in the silken material, inhaling his husband's scent. He smiled when he felt Draco's cock jerk. Harry rubbed his cheek against the hard ridge of his husband's prick before turning his head and running his tongue over it.
A hand fisted in Harry's hair. "Suck it," Draco rasped.
Harry sat back and parted the material of Draco's pants, freeing his husband's erection. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and lowered his head. Harry's tongue flicked out, teasing the head of Draco's cock. He brought the tip to his lips and kissed it.
"Harry," growled Draco.
Harry closed his lips over the head of his husband's prick and applied light suction. He swirled his tongue around the tip, concentrating on the slit and the pre-come that was leaking from the tiny opening. Harry paused to savor Draco's flavor before taking more of Draco's cock in his mouth. He tightened his lips and moved his head up and down slowly, working Draco's cock and testing his gag reflex. He'd never been good at deep-throating, but Harry made up for it by teasing the base of his husband's prick with his hand. He made a ring of his thumb and forefinger and slid it up and down in tandem with the movements of his mouth.
Above him, Draco groaned and lifted his hips, thrusting himself into Harry's mouth.
Harry released Draco's cock and ran his tongue up the throbbing vein on the underside. He then mouthed up and down the shaft, being careful to keep his teeth from grazing Draco's sensitive flesh. Another snarl of frustration convinced Harry to close his lips over the head of Draco's prick again. He repeated the process of bobbing his head up and down while stroking the base with his fingers.
Draco's breathing grew harsh and rapid, and his cock swelled further in Harry's mouth. Harry took Draco as deeply as possible, anticipating his husband's imminent climax. Draco thrust up once more and spurted in Harry's mouth.
Harry worked to swallow, and only a small amount of semen dribbled down his chin. He held Draco's cock in his mouth, laving it with his tongue as it softened. Another tug on his hair let Harry know that Draco had had enough. He released Draco's cock with a slurp and sat back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
Draco waved a cleaning charm over himself and tucked his spent prick back into his pants. He zipped his trousers and nudged Harry back as he stood up. Draco stepped over Harry and headed for the staircase.
Harry was aroused and astounded both. "What about me?" he cried.
Draco didn't even bother looking back as he said, "Consider yourself punished."