Thrilling Threat
Title: Thrilling Threat
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: 1325
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: Birthday gift for oogies4u, who requested more of Club Coquette.
Summary: Draco dresses in red, and his lover approves.
Draco awoke to weak sunlight filtering in through his bedroom window. It had been dawn when he had left the club and returned to his own home. Draco had taken a quick shower before falling into bed. He had no idea what time it was. Draco rolled over, groaning as sex-sore muscles protested the movement. He fumbled for his wand and cast a Tempus. It was almost mid-afternoon.
Draco swore under his breath and forced himself to sit up and swing his legs out of bed. His stomach growled. A long, hot shower was in order, followed by a late lunch. Tonight, Draco planned to return to Club Coquette.
~*~
Draco began getting ready early. He performed the depilatory spell once more, knowing that his lover enjoyed how smooth his skin was from using it. After drying off from his shower, Draco inserted a plug before he stepped into a scarlet g-string. His cock was quiescent at the moment, but the tiny knickers would be bloody uncomfortable as soon as he began to get hard. Draco sat on the edge of his bed and rolled a sheer red stocking up one leg. It ended at mid-thigh, leaving lots of creamy skin on display. He pulled the matching stocking up his other leg and stood up.
Draco strode across his bedroom and withdrew a red sequined cocktail dress from his closet. He dropped the garment over his head, pushed his arms through the wide straps, and gave a shimmy of his hips to allow the dress to settle into place.
The mirror let loose an appreciative whistle.
Draco grinned and stepped into a pair of fuck-me red heels. He donned his feathered mask and headed for the Floo.
~*~
Draco strode through the lobby of Club Coquette, dodging the groping hands as he went. He didn't blame the other patrons for wanting to cop a feel; Draco knew he looked good. His short red dress barely covered his arse, and the red stockings only came to mid-thigh. The skin on display below his hem and above his stockings would tantalize most anyone.
Draco stepped outside, grateful to be away from the cloying presence of so many sex-crazed club-goers.
"Glass slippers have nothing on red stilettos, Cinderella."
The familiar voice sent blood rushing to Draco's cock. He turned slowly and allowed his eyes to caress his lover's body across the scant distance that separated them. The stranger was dressed in his customary black costume and plain black mask, but he needed no ornamentation. He was fit, and Draco's body throbbed with the memory of just how fit his lover was.
"Look at you, Cinderella," husked the man. "Are you trying to torture me with that costume?"
Draco's lips quirked in a saucy grin. "Perhaps," he said.
"Perhaps I should spank you," said the stranger, stepping near.
The heat of the man's body set fire to Draco's blood, and he swayed minutely closer. The man reached for Draco, trailing his fingertips across the exposed skin of Draco's upper thigh. Draco bit his lip to prevent a moan from spilling forth.
The stranger's fingers traveled slowly upward, raising the hem of Draco's short dress. As usual, they had already drawn a small gathering of voyeurs, but Draco paid them no mind. His lover's fingers grazed one bare arse cheek, and this time, Draco was unable to contain a moan of pleasure.
"What is this?" asked the man, tugging gently on the elastic band at Draco's waist. "Are you wearing knickers, Cinderella?"
"Barely," breathed Draco. He squirmed as the slight tug on the g-string prodded the protruding handle of the red glass plug he had inserted.
"Am I to begin collecting knickers as well?" teased his lover.
Draco shook his head and closed the gap between them. He pressed his body full-length to the stranger's, grateful to feel the hard ridge of the man's erection against him.
The stranger reacted by lifting Draco's hem to his waist and cupping Draco's arse in both hands. He pulled Draco tightly to him and rubbed their cocks together through their clothing. "Your fans want a show," he said, kneading Draco's buttocks. "Shall I fuck you here in front of them and let them watch as you come undone?"
"Yes," Draco replied on a tremulous sigh. He couldn't wait to have this man inside of him once again. Draco shivered when questing fingers parted his arse cheeks and located the handle of his plug. The smooth item was withdrawn slowly and given a twist as it passed his rim. Draco groaned, and his head fell back. He raised one leg and hooked it around the back of his lover's thigh, opening himself to the man in a blatant demand.
"Patience, Cinderella," the stranger murmured in his ear. He tucked the plug in his pocket for safe keeping and undid the flies of his trousers. "Do you want to face me or them?" he asked.
"You." Always you.
The man nodded and bent his legs. With the hand that remained on Draco's arse, he tugged Draco's hips forward and into position. Blunt fingers pulled the thin band of Draco's g-string out of the way. With his other hand, the stranger guided his cock to Draco's entrance.
Draco squirmed to help, stilling immediately when he felt his lover's prick prod its target. The stranger straightened his legs, thigh muscles flexing as the motion drove his cock up and in. Draco gasped and clutched at the man's shoulders as he was penetrated, and a low murmur swept through the gathering of people behind him.
It was an awkward position, but Draco and his lover made it work. Their bodies undulated together as they coupled in the garden, and the voyeurs were completely forgotten. The stranger hooked an arm beneath Draco's raised leg and hoisted it higher, bracing his own legs to take some of Draco's weight. Draco's cock remained partially trapped in his skimpy knickers, the damp head peeking above the g-string and rubbing between their bodies.
The sex was hot and naughty and brilliant, and Draco expressed his pleasure by setting his teeth in his lover's shoulder. The man growled and thrust up boldly, taking Draco now with short, hard strokes. "I'm close," he rasped in Draco's ear. "If I come before you do, I'll spank you to an orgasm in front of all of these people."
The threat was thrilling, and it sent Draco careening over the edge first. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his cry of completion was muffled against his lover's shoulder. The man grunted as he continued driving his cock into Draco's clenching channel. He climaxed after only a few more thrusts, stretching Draco up on his toes and filling him with his release.
The stranger let go of Draco's leg, allowing it to slide down his thigh until Draco's foot was on solid ground once more. The man then smoothed Draco's short dress down, hiding their intimate connection from prying eyes. The voyeurs drifted away, although one intrepid couple didn't make it any farther than the cover of some nearby bushes.
The man's cock softened and slipped free of Draco, and both of them sighed at the loss. The man stepped back, steadying Draco until Draco's legs were able to hold him upright. "Would you like to explore, Cinderella?" asked the stranger.
Draco nodded. The club had many delights to offer that Draco had yet to see. He took a step back and nearly stumbled.
His lover caught Draco and said, "Perhaps we should wait until you can walk again."
Slow Screw
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: 1325
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: Birthday gift for oogies4u, who requested more of Club Coquette.
Summary: Draco dresses in red, and his lover approves.
Draco awoke to weak sunlight filtering in through his bedroom window. It had been dawn when he had left the club and returned to his own home. Draco had taken a quick shower before falling into bed. He had no idea what time it was. Draco rolled over, groaning as sex-sore muscles protested the movement. He fumbled for his wand and cast a Tempus. It was almost mid-afternoon.
Draco swore under his breath and forced himself to sit up and swing his legs out of bed. His stomach growled. A long, hot shower was in order, followed by a late lunch. Tonight, Draco planned to return to Club Coquette.
~*~
Draco began getting ready early. He performed the depilatory spell once more, knowing that his lover enjoyed how smooth his skin was from using it. After drying off from his shower, Draco inserted a plug before he stepped into a scarlet g-string. His cock was quiescent at the moment, but the tiny knickers would be bloody uncomfortable as soon as he began to get hard. Draco sat on the edge of his bed and rolled a sheer red stocking up one leg. It ended at mid-thigh, leaving lots of creamy skin on display. He pulled the matching stocking up his other leg and stood up.
Draco strode across his bedroom and withdrew a red sequined cocktail dress from his closet. He dropped the garment over his head, pushed his arms through the wide straps, and gave a shimmy of his hips to allow the dress to settle into place.
The mirror let loose an appreciative whistle.
Draco grinned and stepped into a pair of fuck-me red heels. He donned his feathered mask and headed for the Floo.
~*~
Draco strode through the lobby of Club Coquette, dodging the groping hands as he went. He didn't blame the other patrons for wanting to cop a feel; Draco knew he looked good. His short red dress barely covered his arse, and the red stockings only came to mid-thigh. The skin on display below his hem and above his stockings would tantalize most anyone.
Draco stepped outside, grateful to be away from the cloying presence of so many sex-crazed club-goers.
"Glass slippers have nothing on red stilettos, Cinderella."
The familiar voice sent blood rushing to Draco's cock. He turned slowly and allowed his eyes to caress his lover's body across the scant distance that separated them. The stranger was dressed in his customary black costume and plain black mask, but he needed no ornamentation. He was fit, and Draco's body throbbed with the memory of just how fit his lover was.
"Look at you, Cinderella," husked the man. "Are you trying to torture me with that costume?"
Draco's lips quirked in a saucy grin. "Perhaps," he said.
"Perhaps I should spank you," said the stranger, stepping near.
The heat of the man's body set fire to Draco's blood, and he swayed minutely closer. The man reached for Draco, trailing his fingertips across the exposed skin of Draco's upper thigh. Draco bit his lip to prevent a moan from spilling forth.
The stranger's fingers traveled slowly upward, raising the hem of Draco's short dress. As usual, they had already drawn a small gathering of voyeurs, but Draco paid them no mind. His lover's fingers grazed one bare arse cheek, and this time, Draco was unable to contain a moan of pleasure.
"What is this?" asked the man, tugging gently on the elastic band at Draco's waist. "Are you wearing knickers, Cinderella?"
"Barely," breathed Draco. He squirmed as the slight tug on the g-string prodded the protruding handle of the red glass plug he had inserted.
"Am I to begin collecting knickers as well?" teased his lover.
Draco shook his head and closed the gap between them. He pressed his body full-length to the stranger's, grateful to feel the hard ridge of the man's erection against him.
The stranger reacted by lifting Draco's hem to his waist and cupping Draco's arse in both hands. He pulled Draco tightly to him and rubbed their cocks together through their clothing. "Your fans want a show," he said, kneading Draco's buttocks. "Shall I fuck you here in front of them and let them watch as you come undone?"
"Yes," Draco replied on a tremulous sigh. He couldn't wait to have this man inside of him once again. Draco shivered when questing fingers parted his arse cheeks and located the handle of his plug. The smooth item was withdrawn slowly and given a twist as it passed his rim. Draco groaned, and his head fell back. He raised one leg and hooked it around the back of his lover's thigh, opening himself to the man in a blatant demand.
"Patience, Cinderella," the stranger murmured in his ear. He tucked the plug in his pocket for safe keeping and undid the flies of his trousers. "Do you want to face me or them?" he asked.
"You." Always you.
The man nodded and bent his legs. With the hand that remained on Draco's arse, he tugged Draco's hips forward and into position. Blunt fingers pulled the thin band of Draco's g-string out of the way. With his other hand, the stranger guided his cock to Draco's entrance.
Draco squirmed to help, stilling immediately when he felt his lover's prick prod its target. The stranger straightened his legs, thigh muscles flexing as the motion drove his cock up and in. Draco gasped and clutched at the man's shoulders as he was penetrated, and a low murmur swept through the gathering of people behind him.
It was an awkward position, but Draco and his lover made it work. Their bodies undulated together as they coupled in the garden, and the voyeurs were completely forgotten. The stranger hooked an arm beneath Draco's raised leg and hoisted it higher, bracing his own legs to take some of Draco's weight. Draco's cock remained partially trapped in his skimpy knickers, the damp head peeking above the g-string and rubbing between their bodies.
The sex was hot and naughty and brilliant, and Draco expressed his pleasure by setting his teeth in his lover's shoulder. The man growled and thrust up boldly, taking Draco now with short, hard strokes. "I'm close," he rasped in Draco's ear. "If I come before you do, I'll spank you to an orgasm in front of all of these people."
The threat was thrilling, and it sent Draco careening over the edge first. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his cry of completion was muffled against his lover's shoulder. The man grunted as he continued driving his cock into Draco's clenching channel. He climaxed after only a few more thrusts, stretching Draco up on his toes and filling him with his release.
The stranger let go of Draco's leg, allowing it to slide down his thigh until Draco's foot was on solid ground once more. The man then smoothed Draco's short dress down, hiding their intimate connection from prying eyes. The voyeurs drifted away, although one intrepid couple didn't make it any farther than the cover of some nearby bushes.
The man's cock softened and slipped free of Draco, and both of them sighed at the loss. The man stepped back, steadying Draco until Draco's legs were able to hold him upright. "Would you like to explore, Cinderella?" asked the stranger.
Draco nodded. The club had many delights to offer that Draco had yet to see. He took a step back and nearly stumbled.
His lover caught Draco and said, "Perhaps we should wait until you can walk again."
Slow Screw