Slow Screw
Title: 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: 1750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: Gift for April 2011's JMDC winner sophia_clark, who asked for more of Club Coquette.
Summary: If Draco thought it couldn't get any better, he was wrong.
Once Draco's legs were steady beneath him, he and his lover took a stroll through the gardens. They had linked their arms in an almost courtly fashion, and Draco found it rather pleasing. No one bothered him now that he was with his lover, but they did attract several admiring glances from other patrons who were out in the garden. They frequently passed by couples who were actively engaged in sex. Twice, Draco and the stranger paused to watch. It was a refreshing change, being the voyeurs this time. Draco found the erotic displays to be arousing, and once more, his red G-string struggled to contain his throbbing cock. If his lover noticed, he gave no sign. Instead, he continued to lead Draco along the labyrinthine pathways to a destination that only he knew of.
At last, they came upon a lighted pavilion in the gardens. Draco paused for a better look. It was an outdoor bar, complete with tables, chairs and benches. The pavilion was occupied by several club guests and what appeared to be wait staff weaving among them, delivering cocktails. The staff members were easy to identify, as they all wore barely-there G-strings, nipple tassels and collars. Some were male, some were female, and all appeared to be on the menu.
"Would you care for a drink?" the stranger asked.
Draco nodded his acceptance and allowed the man to lead him into the midst of the pavilion. The staff immediately cleared a table that was at the edge of the paving stones and would afford them some privacy, in spite of being at an open-air bar. Draco sat down and squirmed a bit, earning him a smirk from his lover.
"Do you see something you'd like?" asked the man.
Draco suspected he wasn't talking about the drinks, and his chin lifted in challenge. "You're all I want," he said, adding, "for now."
"For now?!"
It was Draco's turn to smirk. He then turned his attention to the drink menu.
"What may I get for you, sir?"
Draco looked up to see one of the cocktail waitresses addressing his lover.
"I'll have Scotch on the rocks, and my companion will have..." The stranger trailed off, allowing Draco to make his own choice.
"I'd like a Sloe Screw," Draco announced.
The waitress smiled at him and whispered, "So would I, luv." She twirled away with a laugh, tassels swaying on her bouncing breasts.
"I'll give you a slow screw," growled Draco's lover.
"Promises, promises," Draco said, feigning a yawn. He yipped when a hand seized his knee beneath the table and squeezed.
"Would you like me to bend you over this table and give the others a show?" murmured the stranger.
Draco's cock throbbed with renewed urgency, and his lips parted on a barely audible moan.
"Don't tempt me, Cinderella," said the man. He stroked his fingers up Draco's thigh before reluctantly pulling away as the waitress returned with their drinks.
"Don't stop on my account," she teased, setting the glasses down on the table.
Draco picked his up and took a quick drink. His throat had gone dry, and the alcohol helped to alleviate the condition.
The stranger took a sip of his Scotch. "What do you think of the Garden Bar?" he asked.
Draco squirmed on his chair again. It was difficult to concentrate on anything except the burning need he felt. "It's brilliant," he muttered.
"I take it you'd rather indulge in a slow screw?"
Draco gave a short nod.
"Would you like me to summon one of the staff to go down on you?"
"No," Draco blurted.
The man chuckled, sending shivers up Draco's spine. "Very well, Cinderella," he said. "We'll finish our drinks, and then I'll see to your...other needs."
Draco's cock flexed, and his rim fluttered. He brought his glass to his lips to hide his discomfiture. Draco took a gulp of gin and orange juice, which made him sputter.
"Easy, Cinderella," laughed his lover. He downed the contents of his Scotch in one long drink and stood, holding out his hand. Draco rose from his seat, leaving most of his cocktail behind. Taking his lover's hand, he followed the man from the pavilion and into the darkness of the garden beyond.
"Would you like to return to my suite?"
Draco shook his head. "I can't wait that long," he panted.
"Come then. I know a place where we can enjoy a slow screw in private," said the stranger. He led Draco along paths that were more overgrown than the others. Draco tottered along in the man's wake, cursing the stilettos he was wearing. Finally, they came to a small gazebo, which was almost hidden by the ivy growing up and over it. The man pushed open a narrow door and drew Draco in behind him. There was a padded bench inside that was wide enough to accommodate two adults, if one was on top of the other.
Draco quivered anew at the sight of it. He let go of his lover's hand and moved to the bench, perching on the edge. Draco toed off his shoes and wiggled his toes with a sigh of relief. He then looked up at his lover's silhouette and gave a come-hither grin that he wasn't sure the other man could see. The sound of the stranger's zip lowering ramped up Draco's arousal, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Lie down, Cinderella," instructed the man as he approached.
Draco lay back, cushioned by the padding, and parted his thighs. His lover placed a knee between them and ran one hand up the inside of Draco's leg. He cupped Draco's cock and balls through his scanty G-string, earning a throaty groan from Draco. The man slipped a finger beneath the elastic band that held the tiny garment in place and drew it down. Draco raised his arse, allowing his lover to remove the G-string.
The stranger reached above Draco's head, snagging something off of a shelf Draco hadn't even noticed. He heard the sound of a cap opening, followed by the unmistakable noise of his lover slicking his cock. Draco bit his lip and wriggled.
"Patience, Cinderella," chided the stranger. He set the bottle of lube aside and moved to kneel fully between Draco's legs. He leaned forward, bracing his weight on his left hand while guiding his cock into position. Draco shifted to help align his entrance with the blunt tip of his lover's cock. He groaned when the man pushed forward and sank inside of him.
"Mm, you're so hot and tight," sighed the stranger. He thrust in deeper, and Draco gasped in pleasure. Draco pushed his hips up, wanting more.
"We're going to enjoy it slow this time, remember?" teased the man. He pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside, then drove all the way in with one long, hot stroke.
"Oh, sweet Merlin," whimpered Draco, writhing restlessly beneath the stranger. He cried out when his lover rolled his hips, twisting his cock inside of Draco and causing Draco's rim to clench spasmodically.
"Are you going to come soon?"
"Yes," breathed Draco, pushing up in a brazen demand.
"We can't have that," said the stranger. This time, he withdrew completely from the hot clasp of Draco's body.
Draco whined in protest, bucking beneath his lover and clutching at the man's arse in an attempt to draw him in again. His complaints were silenced with a kiss. A long, hot, slow kiss that involved stinging nips of teeth and soothing swipes of tongue. Draco cupped one hand around his lover's nape and lifted his head, participating in the kiss with all of the pent-up frustration he felt at losing the lovely girth of the man's cock inside of him. He felt the stranger smile against his lips. The man moved his lips to Draco's jaw, stringing kisses there before he raised his head. He positioned his cock again and teased Draco's fluttering entrance with the damp tip.
"Please," Draco entreated, trying to lift up and impale himself.
"When you beg so prettily, Cinderella, how can I resist?" murmured the stranger. His hips pushed forward, and he penetrated Draco once more.
Draco cried out in rapture, winding his long legs around his lover's waist to keep him there. The time for teasing was past. Draco's lover laid claim to him with powerful, driving thrusts. Their movements on the bench caused the hem of Draco's dress to bunch up, leaving his lower half naked but for his silk stockings. He tugged the stranger's shirt up, exposing the line of hair that led from the man's navel to his groin. The man's belly rubbed over Draco's as he thrust, treating Draco's aching cock to the delicious friction of the hair-roughened skin of his abdomen.
Soft mewls of delight tumbled from Draco's lips as he surrendered to the stranger's possession. His mind was fogged with lust and want and need, and Draco could do nothing but submit. The man's cock dragged back and forth over the sensitized knot of nerves inside of Draco, sending ripples of pleasure through his cock and up his spine. Draco's lower back tightened, and his balls drew up. "Don't stop," he pleaded, arching and twisting beneath his lover.
"Never," promised the stranger. He thrust in hard, and Draco's eyes rolled back as he was engulfed in incandescent pleasure. His lover's continued movements, on him and in him, held Draco at the pinnacle until he was shaking uncontrollably. He clung to the man above him, ignoring the trembling of his limbs because he desperately needed an anchor in the maelstrom of sensation.
Three thrusts later, the stranger stiffened in Draco's arms. His cock jerked and pulsed inside of Draco, signalling his own sweet release. When it was over, he collapsed atop Draco, breathing hard. The man nuzzled Draco's ear and muttered, "That was..." He trailed off, unwilling or unable to finish the thought.
Draco finished it for him. "Amazing."
Sensual Sins
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: 1750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: Gift for April 2011's JMDC winner sophia_clark, who asked for more of Club Coquette.
Summary: If Draco thought it couldn't get any better, he was wrong.
Once Draco's legs were steady beneath him, he and his lover took a stroll through the gardens. They had linked their arms in an almost courtly fashion, and Draco found it rather pleasing. No one bothered him now that he was with his lover, but they did attract several admiring glances from other patrons who were out in the garden. They frequently passed by couples who were actively engaged in sex. Twice, Draco and the stranger paused to watch. It was a refreshing change, being the voyeurs this time. Draco found the erotic displays to be arousing, and once more, his red G-string struggled to contain his throbbing cock. If his lover noticed, he gave no sign. Instead, he continued to lead Draco along the labyrinthine pathways to a destination that only he knew of.
At last, they came upon a lighted pavilion in the gardens. Draco paused for a better look. It was an outdoor bar, complete with tables, chairs and benches. The pavilion was occupied by several club guests and what appeared to be wait staff weaving among them, delivering cocktails. The staff members were easy to identify, as they all wore barely-there G-strings, nipple tassels and collars. Some were male, some were female, and all appeared to be on the menu.
"Would you care for a drink?" the stranger asked.
Draco nodded his acceptance and allowed the man to lead him into the midst of the pavilion. The staff immediately cleared a table that was at the edge of the paving stones and would afford them some privacy, in spite of being at an open-air bar. Draco sat down and squirmed a bit, earning him a smirk from his lover.
"Do you see something you'd like?" asked the man.
Draco suspected he wasn't talking about the drinks, and his chin lifted in challenge. "You're all I want," he said, adding, "for now."
"For now?!"
It was Draco's turn to smirk. He then turned his attention to the drink menu.
"What may I get for you, sir?"
Draco looked up to see one of the cocktail waitresses addressing his lover.
"I'll have Scotch on the rocks, and my companion will have..." The stranger trailed off, allowing Draco to make his own choice.
"I'd like a Sloe Screw," Draco announced.
The waitress smiled at him and whispered, "So would I, luv." She twirled away with a laugh, tassels swaying on her bouncing breasts.
"I'll give you a slow screw," growled Draco's lover.
"Promises, promises," Draco said, feigning a yawn. He yipped when a hand seized his knee beneath the table and squeezed.
"Would you like me to bend you over this table and give the others a show?" murmured the stranger.
Draco's cock throbbed with renewed urgency, and his lips parted on a barely audible moan.
"Don't tempt me, Cinderella," said the man. He stroked his fingers up Draco's thigh before reluctantly pulling away as the waitress returned with their drinks.
"Don't stop on my account," she teased, setting the glasses down on the table.
Draco picked his up and took a quick drink. His throat had gone dry, and the alcohol helped to alleviate the condition.
The stranger took a sip of his Scotch. "What do you think of the Garden Bar?" he asked.
Draco squirmed on his chair again. It was difficult to concentrate on anything except the burning need he felt. "It's brilliant," he muttered.
"I take it you'd rather indulge in a slow screw?"
Draco gave a short nod.
"Would you like me to summon one of the staff to go down on you?"
"No," Draco blurted.
The man chuckled, sending shivers up Draco's spine. "Very well, Cinderella," he said. "We'll finish our drinks, and then I'll see to your...other needs."
Draco's cock flexed, and his rim fluttered. He brought his glass to his lips to hide his discomfiture. Draco took a gulp of gin and orange juice, which made him sputter.
"Easy, Cinderella," laughed his lover. He downed the contents of his Scotch in one long drink and stood, holding out his hand. Draco rose from his seat, leaving most of his cocktail behind. Taking his lover's hand, he followed the man from the pavilion and into the darkness of the garden beyond.
"Would you like to return to my suite?"
Draco shook his head. "I can't wait that long," he panted.
"Come then. I know a place where we can enjoy a slow screw in private," said the stranger. He led Draco along paths that were more overgrown than the others. Draco tottered along in the man's wake, cursing the stilettos he was wearing. Finally, they came to a small gazebo, which was almost hidden by the ivy growing up and over it. The man pushed open a narrow door and drew Draco in behind him. There was a padded bench inside that was wide enough to accommodate two adults, if one was on top of the other.
Draco quivered anew at the sight of it. He let go of his lover's hand and moved to the bench, perching on the edge. Draco toed off his shoes and wiggled his toes with a sigh of relief. He then looked up at his lover's silhouette and gave a come-hither grin that he wasn't sure the other man could see. The sound of the stranger's zip lowering ramped up Draco's arousal, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Lie down, Cinderella," instructed the man as he approached.
Draco lay back, cushioned by the padding, and parted his thighs. His lover placed a knee between them and ran one hand up the inside of Draco's leg. He cupped Draco's cock and balls through his scanty G-string, earning a throaty groan from Draco. The man slipped a finger beneath the elastic band that held the tiny garment in place and drew it down. Draco raised his arse, allowing his lover to remove the G-string.
The stranger reached above Draco's head, snagging something off of a shelf Draco hadn't even noticed. He heard the sound of a cap opening, followed by the unmistakable noise of his lover slicking his cock. Draco bit his lip and wriggled.
"Patience, Cinderella," chided the stranger. He set the bottle of lube aside and moved to kneel fully between Draco's legs. He leaned forward, bracing his weight on his left hand while guiding his cock into position. Draco shifted to help align his entrance with the blunt tip of his lover's cock. He groaned when the man pushed forward and sank inside of him.
"Mm, you're so hot and tight," sighed the stranger. He thrust in deeper, and Draco gasped in pleasure. Draco pushed his hips up, wanting more.
"We're going to enjoy it slow this time, remember?" teased the man. He pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside, then drove all the way in with one long, hot stroke.
"Oh, sweet Merlin," whimpered Draco, writhing restlessly beneath the stranger. He cried out when his lover rolled his hips, twisting his cock inside of Draco and causing Draco's rim to clench spasmodically.
"Are you going to come soon?"
"Yes," breathed Draco, pushing up in a brazen demand.
"We can't have that," said the stranger. This time, he withdrew completely from the hot clasp of Draco's body.
Draco whined in protest, bucking beneath his lover and clutching at the man's arse in an attempt to draw him in again. His complaints were silenced with a kiss. A long, hot, slow kiss that involved stinging nips of teeth and soothing swipes of tongue. Draco cupped one hand around his lover's nape and lifted his head, participating in the kiss with all of the pent-up frustration he felt at losing the lovely girth of the man's cock inside of him. He felt the stranger smile against his lips. The man moved his lips to Draco's jaw, stringing kisses there before he raised his head. He positioned his cock again and teased Draco's fluttering entrance with the damp tip.
"Please," Draco entreated, trying to lift up and impale himself.
"When you beg so prettily, Cinderella, how can I resist?" murmured the stranger. His hips pushed forward, and he penetrated Draco once more.
Draco cried out in rapture, winding his long legs around his lover's waist to keep him there. The time for teasing was past. Draco's lover laid claim to him with powerful, driving thrusts. Their movements on the bench caused the hem of Draco's dress to bunch up, leaving his lower half naked but for his silk stockings. He tugged the stranger's shirt up, exposing the line of hair that led from the man's navel to his groin. The man's belly rubbed over Draco's as he thrust, treating Draco's aching cock to the delicious friction of the hair-roughened skin of his abdomen.
Soft mewls of delight tumbled from Draco's lips as he surrendered to the stranger's possession. His mind was fogged with lust and want and need, and Draco could do nothing but submit. The man's cock dragged back and forth over the sensitized knot of nerves inside of Draco, sending ripples of pleasure through his cock and up his spine. Draco's lower back tightened, and his balls drew up. "Don't stop," he pleaded, arching and twisting beneath his lover.
"Never," promised the stranger. He thrust in hard, and Draco's eyes rolled back as he was engulfed in incandescent pleasure. His lover's continued movements, on him and in him, held Draco at the pinnacle until he was shaking uncontrollably. He clung to the man above him, ignoring the trembling of his limbs because he desperately needed an anchor in the maelstrom of sensation.
Three thrusts later, the stranger stiffened in Draco's arms. His cock jerked and pulsed inside of Draco, signalling his own sweet release. When it was over, he collapsed atop Draco, breathing hard. The man nuzzled Draco's ear and muttered, "That was..." He trailed off, unwilling or unable to finish the thought.
Draco finished it for him. "Amazing."
Sensual Sins