REMEDY/AWDT: You don't need clothes for this...
Title: Have At It (11/15)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Underage sexual activity
Word count: 1394
Teaser: ...he concentrated on what Malfoy had taught him about boysex. 'Proper preparation prior to penetration,' he reminded himself. Now, where had he left the lube?
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for the AWDT prompt You don't need clothes for this. This is also a continuation of Counting On It, in which Draco declared Harry needed more practice shagging.
Summary: Once more, Draco has offered himself for shag practice. Will Harry get it right this time?
Draco purposely took his time, and he arrived at the Room of Requirement almost twenty minutes late. Potter could just wait for him for once, he decided.
He regretted his decision to keep the Gryffindor waiting the instant he stepped through the door, as he was all but attacked by an over eager Potter. When he finally succeeded in disentangling his lips from Potter's, Draco exclaimed, "Geroff, you bloody wanker!" He was pinned against the door by the other boy's body, and Potter had somehow grown an extra set of hands. Or so it seemed, as Draco felt hands everywhere on his person. Despite his mental misgivings, his body reacted to the physical stimulation. He'd been half hard on entering the room, and now his cock was throbbing in his trousers.
Realizing he was in serious danger of being shagged against the door, he mustered his strength and shoved the other boy off of him. "Really, Potter," he sniffed indignantly, reaching a hand up to smooth his hair back into place. "What are you on about?"
Potter gaped at him before stammering, "I-I thought you were going to let me shag you..."
Employing one of his patented sneers, Draco said, "There's a difference between an enjoyable shag on a bed and an upright toss-off against a door."
Thus chastised, Potter hung his head and mumbled an apology.
Draco stuck his nose in the air and strode across the room. He stood by the bed and began to disrobe, laying his clothes neatly on a nearby chair.
Harry watched, transfixed, as Malfoy's slender, toned body was revealed in all its pale perfection. The thought of what he would soon be doing to that body made his knees go weak.
Draco finished undressing and lowered himself to the bed, where he reclined gracefully. He eyed his fully dressed partner, who was still staring at him in avid fascination. Raising one eyebrow artfully, Draco drawled, "You don't need clothes for this, Potter."
Snapped out of his reverie, Harry sprang into action, tearing his clothing off in record time. Now naked, he bounded across the room and jumped onto the bed, nearly bouncing Malfoy off in the process.
Flailing, Draco managed to avoid getting jounced off the mattress, but just barely. "Potter!" he railed.
"Sorry!" squeaked Harry, hoping that Malfoy wouldn't be angry enough to just leave him...hanging. The blond glared at him a moment longer before he resettled against the pillows, and Harry sighed in relief.
Draco was beginning to have second thoughts. Potter's enthusiasm would likely result in a quick, unsatisfying shag. Next time, he'd instruct the sodding idiot to wank before their meeting. For now, however, they may as well get this over with. Draco scooted down until he was lying comfortably on his back. "Have at it, Potty," he offered, raising his knees and spreading them wide. "You did bring the lube?"
Harry resisted the elemental urge to pounce on the Slytherin and just have at it. Instead, he concentrated on what Malfoy had taught him about boysex. 'Proper preparation prior to penetration,' he reminded himself. Now, where had he left the lube?
Draco rolled his eyes as Potter patted his hands down his own body, as if searching pockets he was no longer wearing. "Er, I'll be right back," the Gryffindor said with a guilty grin. He then slid off the bed and padded across the room, bending down to rifle through the clothing he'd left in an untidy heap on the floor. Draco found himself admiring the other boy's arse. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a bad shag after all, he mused.
"A-ha!" Potter crowed in triumph, holding a small tube aloft for Draco to see. He then raced back and jumped on the bed again.
This time, Draco was prepared, and he clutched at the sheets to avoid being dumped on the floor. "Potter!" he yelped in outrage. Any further protest on his part was forgotten as the other boy moved between his knees and began to slick the fingers of his right hand. Draco's legs opened wider in anticipation. He laced his fingers behind his head, waiting to see if Potter remembered what he'd been taught.
Harry reached for one of the pillows beside Malfoy's head. "Raise up," he instructed in a voice gone suddenly husky.
With a sudden shiver of desire, Draco complied. Potter pushed the pillow beneath his backside, elevating his hips.
Satisfied with his partner's position, Harry allowed his left hand to drift over Malfoy's abdomen, smiling as he felt a quiver at his touch. He followed the arrow of downy blond hair to the other's prick and gave it a light squeeze at the same time as he pushed one lubed finger past the ring of muscle at Malfoy's entrance.
Draco gasped, and his back arched of its own volition. Potter worked that single finger in and out of his passage for a moment, and then his dark head lowered, taking the head of Draco's cock in his mouth as he added another finger. "Pot-ter," he mewled, hips twisting frantically. His hands were fisted in Potter's hair, and he didn't even remember removing them from behind his own head.
Harry continued to lick and suck, mindful of his teeth, as Malfoy had taught him. The blond was writhing and whining in earnest now, and Harry raised his head and asked, "Ready?"
"Yes! Yes!" cried Draco, nearly desperate now to be shagged. As Potter removed his fingers and slithered up his body, Draco spread his thighs wide to make room for the other boy's hips. He felt the prod of Potter's cock at his entrance an instant before that same cock was driven forward and in.
"Unnngh," Draco bit out, wincing at the sudden discomfort. Potter bent down and tongued one of his nipples, and Draco's hips rose in reaction. Apparently, Potter thought this was his cue to begin shagging, and he did so with lusty vigor. He began a series of short, choppy thrusts, plunging his thick cock into Draco's hastily prepared body.
Harry was enjoying himself so much that it didn't occur to him that Malfoy may not be having such a good time. When he did finally notice the other boy was tense and still beneath him, he faltered to a stop, fully hilted in Malfoy's arse. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, frowning.
Draco exhaled on a shaky puff of air. "A little," he admitted.
"Do you want me to stop?" Harry questioned, biting his lip anxiously.
"N-nooooo," Draco replied, wiggling his hips experimentally. He felt Potter's cock twitch inside of him, and his own cock gave an answering throb. "Just...just take it easy," he said, trying to sound commanding. It was difficult to give orders to someone whose cock was up your arse.
Harry resumed thrusting, more slowly this time. Malfoy finally got in the spirit of things, lifting his hips to meet him halfway. On his fourth stroke, the blond jolted under him.
"Yes!" cried Draco as Potter managed to hit his prostate at last. "Right there!" The Gryffindor withdrew and plunged forward once more, striking Draco's sweet spot again. "Oh, yes, Potter! There there! More! Give me more!"
Now that the Slytherin had joined the party, Harry couldn't contain himself. He set a wicked pace, pistoning Malfoy over and over while the blond writhed beneath him and yelled encouragement. Harry tried to last, he really did, but the tight clasp of Malfoy's hot hole combined with the other's frantic movements and vocalizations sent him into a quick, hard climax. He buried himself to the balls within Malfoy and pumped his pleasure into the blond.
Draco was within reach of his own release when he felt Potter seize up and spurt inside of him. Just like that, it was over, and Draco's frustration erupted. Cuffing the other boy in the side of the head, he shouted, "Merlin's bloody balls, Potter! You did it to me again!"
His face a study in guilty pleasure, Harry squeaked, "Does this mean I need more practice?"
Edit: Harry makes amends in All Better?
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Underage sexual activity
Word count: 1394
Teaser: ...he concentrated on what Malfoy had taught him about boysex. 'Proper preparation prior to penetration,' he reminded himself. Now, where had he left the lube?
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for the AWDT prompt You don't need clothes for this. This is also a continuation of Counting On It, in which Draco declared Harry needed more practice shagging.
Summary: Once more, Draco has offered himself for shag practice. Will Harry get it right this time?
Draco purposely took his time, and he arrived at the Room of Requirement almost twenty minutes late. Potter could just wait for him for once, he decided.
He regretted his decision to keep the Gryffindor waiting the instant he stepped through the door, as he was all but attacked by an over eager Potter. When he finally succeeded in disentangling his lips from Potter's, Draco exclaimed, "Geroff, you bloody wanker!" He was pinned against the door by the other boy's body, and Potter had somehow grown an extra set of hands. Or so it seemed, as Draco felt hands everywhere on his person. Despite his mental misgivings, his body reacted to the physical stimulation. He'd been half hard on entering the room, and now his cock was throbbing in his trousers.
Realizing he was in serious danger of being shagged against the door, he mustered his strength and shoved the other boy off of him. "Really, Potter," he sniffed indignantly, reaching a hand up to smooth his hair back into place. "What are you on about?"
Potter gaped at him before stammering, "I-I thought you were going to let me shag you..."
Employing one of his patented sneers, Draco said, "There's a difference between an enjoyable shag on a bed and an upright toss-off against a door."
Thus chastised, Potter hung his head and mumbled an apology.
Draco stuck his nose in the air and strode across the room. He stood by the bed and began to disrobe, laying his clothes neatly on a nearby chair.
Harry watched, transfixed, as Malfoy's slender, toned body was revealed in all its pale perfection. The thought of what he would soon be doing to that body made his knees go weak.
Draco finished undressing and lowered himself to the bed, where he reclined gracefully. He eyed his fully dressed partner, who was still staring at him in avid fascination. Raising one eyebrow artfully, Draco drawled, "You don't need clothes for this, Potter."
Snapped out of his reverie, Harry sprang into action, tearing his clothing off in record time. Now naked, he bounded across the room and jumped onto the bed, nearly bouncing Malfoy off in the process.
Flailing, Draco managed to avoid getting jounced off the mattress, but just barely. "Potter!" he railed.
"Sorry!" squeaked Harry, hoping that Malfoy wouldn't be angry enough to just leave him...hanging. The blond glared at him a moment longer before he resettled against the pillows, and Harry sighed in relief.
Draco was beginning to have second thoughts. Potter's enthusiasm would likely result in a quick, unsatisfying shag. Next time, he'd instruct the sodding idiot to wank before their meeting. For now, however, they may as well get this over with. Draco scooted down until he was lying comfortably on his back. "Have at it, Potty," he offered, raising his knees and spreading them wide. "You did bring the lube?"
Harry resisted the elemental urge to pounce on the Slytherin and just have at it. Instead, he concentrated on what Malfoy had taught him about boysex. 'Proper preparation prior to penetration,' he reminded himself. Now, where had he left the lube?
Draco rolled his eyes as Potter patted his hands down his own body, as if searching pockets he was no longer wearing. "Er, I'll be right back," the Gryffindor said with a guilty grin. He then slid off the bed and padded across the room, bending down to rifle through the clothing he'd left in an untidy heap on the floor. Draco found himself admiring the other boy's arse. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a bad shag after all, he mused.
"A-ha!" Potter crowed in triumph, holding a small tube aloft for Draco to see. He then raced back and jumped on the bed again.
This time, Draco was prepared, and he clutched at the sheets to avoid being dumped on the floor. "Potter!" he yelped in outrage. Any further protest on his part was forgotten as the other boy moved between his knees and began to slick the fingers of his right hand. Draco's legs opened wider in anticipation. He laced his fingers behind his head, waiting to see if Potter remembered what he'd been taught.
Harry reached for one of the pillows beside Malfoy's head. "Raise up," he instructed in a voice gone suddenly husky.
With a sudden shiver of desire, Draco complied. Potter pushed the pillow beneath his backside, elevating his hips.
Satisfied with his partner's position, Harry allowed his left hand to drift over Malfoy's abdomen, smiling as he felt a quiver at his touch. He followed the arrow of downy blond hair to the other's prick and gave it a light squeeze at the same time as he pushed one lubed finger past the ring of muscle at Malfoy's entrance.
Draco gasped, and his back arched of its own volition. Potter worked that single finger in and out of his passage for a moment, and then his dark head lowered, taking the head of Draco's cock in his mouth as he added another finger. "Pot-ter," he mewled, hips twisting frantically. His hands were fisted in Potter's hair, and he didn't even remember removing them from behind his own head.
Harry continued to lick and suck, mindful of his teeth, as Malfoy had taught him. The blond was writhing and whining in earnest now, and Harry raised his head and asked, "Ready?"
"Yes! Yes!" cried Draco, nearly desperate now to be shagged. As Potter removed his fingers and slithered up his body, Draco spread his thighs wide to make room for the other boy's hips. He felt the prod of Potter's cock at his entrance an instant before that same cock was driven forward and in.
"Unnngh," Draco bit out, wincing at the sudden discomfort. Potter bent down and tongued one of his nipples, and Draco's hips rose in reaction. Apparently, Potter thought this was his cue to begin shagging, and he did so with lusty vigor. He began a series of short, choppy thrusts, plunging his thick cock into Draco's hastily prepared body.
Harry was enjoying himself so much that it didn't occur to him that Malfoy may not be having such a good time. When he did finally notice the other boy was tense and still beneath him, he faltered to a stop, fully hilted in Malfoy's arse. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, frowning.
Draco exhaled on a shaky puff of air. "A little," he admitted.
"Do you want me to stop?" Harry questioned, biting his lip anxiously.
"N-nooooo," Draco replied, wiggling his hips experimentally. He felt Potter's cock twitch inside of him, and his own cock gave an answering throb. "Just...just take it easy," he said, trying to sound commanding. It was difficult to give orders to someone whose cock was up your arse.
Harry resumed thrusting, more slowly this time. Malfoy finally got in the spirit of things, lifting his hips to meet him halfway. On his fourth stroke, the blond jolted under him.
"Yes!" cried Draco as Potter managed to hit his prostate at last. "Right there!" The Gryffindor withdrew and plunged forward once more, striking Draco's sweet spot again. "Oh, yes, Potter! There there! More! Give me more!"
Now that the Slytherin had joined the party, Harry couldn't contain himself. He set a wicked pace, pistoning Malfoy over and over while the blond writhed beneath him and yelled encouragement. Harry tried to last, he really did, but the tight clasp of Malfoy's hot hole combined with the other's frantic movements and vocalizations sent him into a quick, hard climax. He buried himself to the balls within Malfoy and pumped his pleasure into the blond.
Draco was within reach of his own release when he felt Potter seize up and spurt inside of him. Just like that, it was over, and Draco's frustration erupted. Cuffing the other boy in the side of the head, he shouted, "Merlin's bloody balls, Potter! You did it to me again!"
His face a study in guilty pleasure, Harry squeaked, "Does this mean I need more practice?"
Edit: Harry makes amends in All Better?