Belated birthday gift; AWDT Valentine Quickies #2; Porn Sunday
Title: Weak in the Knees
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OMC
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Belated birthday gift for cimmonade_91, who asked for possessive Harry competing for Draco, with H/D ending
♥ awdt Valentine Quickies #2 - "Won't go home without you."
♥ Porn Sunday, hosted by torino10154
Summary: Harry tried to give Malfoy some space. Big mistake.
Harry had been trying to give Malfoy space. He knew he tended to throw himself into relationships and that former boyfriends had said he was too possessive, too intense. For that reason, Harry had vowed to avoid overwhelming Malfoy. They had been seeing one another casually for almost a month now, and in that time, they had only shagged twice. Harry had never encountered such a passionate, accomplished sexual partner, and he wanted to lock Malfoy away from the rest of the world and keep him all to himself. However, Harry had refrained.
He was now regretting that choice.
Harry had tracked Malfoy to this club, where he was treated to the sight of his casual lover grinding on the dance floor with another man. Harry's teeth were grinding, too. He hadn't wanted to scare Malfoy off by staking his claim, and now Harry was suffering for it. He sat at the bar, seething and drinking, while Malfoy all but had sex on the dance floor with someone else.
When Harry's temper got the better of him, he flicked a minor hex at the interloper. The bloke's oily smile faltered, and he spoke into Malfoy's ear before making his way off the dance floor and heading towards the gents. Malfoy continued dancing, attracting the attention of two new rivals.
Harry had had enough.
He left his unfinished drink on the bar and joined the throng on the dance floor. Harry pushed his way through the crowd, glared at the bloke who was trying to move in on Malfoy, then grasped Malfoy's hips. Harry winced when he took an elbow to the ribs.
Malfoy turned his head, and his scowl of displeasure turned to an expression of surprise. "Potter!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?!"
"Something I should have done long ago," growled Harry. He drew an unresisting Malfoy back against his chest and pressed his lips to Malfoy's neck. There, Harry began to nibble and suck, knowing full well he would leave Malfoy with a vivid love bite.
Malfoy squirmed in Harry's arms. "Don't...don't do that," he panted. He made no attempt to escape, however.
Harry pushed his groin against Malfoy's arse, letting him know how aroused he was. Malfoy moaned and shimmied his hips, rubbing himself on Harry in an enticing manner. Harry cupped Malfoy through his trousers, finding Malfoy hard and ready for it. He wanted to have a hand on Malfoy's cock when he insisted they return to his flat. Harry knew Malfoy wouldn't be able to think clearly and would agree to anything. Before he could say something, another voice intruded.
"Go find your own partner," snarled the interloper. He gave Harry's shoulder a rough tug, as if trying to pry him away from Malfoy.
Harry turned around swinging. His fist caught the other bloke in the side of the face and knocked him back two steps. The man's face twisted with anger, and he stepped forward. Harry's magic sparked and crackled around him. The other bloke got his first good look at Harry and blanched. He held both hands up and retreated. Harry glowered at everyone else nearby, and they all turned away from him and resumed dancing.
"Come home with me," Harry muttered in Malfoy's ear.
Malfoy gave another little wriggle and said, "I'm enjoying myself dancing. Go home, if you wish. I'll come by later."
"Tease," growled Harry. He nuzzled Malfoy's neck again. "Won't go home without you," Harry grumbled. "M'not letting you out of my sight again."
Malfoy shivered in Harry's arms. "Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy a possessive lover?"
Harry tightened his grip on Malfoy and groaned.
Malfoy squirmed free and turned to face Harry. "Possessive men make me weak in the knees," he murmured. "Do you know what happens when I get weak in the knees?"
Harry shook his head, unable to speak.
Malfoy looped his arms around Harry's neck and whispered in his ear, "When my knees get weak, I end up on my back."
Harry's entire body went taut with lust. Without drawing his wand, he Disapparated from the dance floor, Malfoy secure in his arms.
They arrived in Harry's bedroom, right beside his bed. Malfoy laughed and fell back, and Harry pounced on him immediately. They tugged and tore at one another's clothing, managing to get only partially undressed before Harry slicked Malfoy with a spell. He was too impatient to take his time with preparations.
Malfoy didn't seem to care. He raised his hips and got a hand between them, guiding Harry into position. Harry sank into Malfoy's willing body with a grateful groan. He didn't bother being gentle. Malfoy had said he enjoyed possessive lovers, and Harry set about possessing him with primal urgency. He thrust into Malfoy over and over, driving him up the bed until Malfoy had to brace a hand against the headboard. Malfoy wasn't a passive lover; he wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and surged up to meet each bold stroke. His free hand gripped Harry's arse, urging him in harder and deeper.
Harry balanced on one hand and wedged the other between them, grasping Malfoy's cock and giving it a squeeze and an awkward tug. Malfoy gasped in pleasure and bucked beneath Harry as he tried to thrust himself into Harry's rough hand.
The bed shook and the springs squeaked before the noise was drowned out by Malfoy's impassioned cry of completion. Harry moaned as Malfoy contracted around his cock. He continued thrusting until he buried his face in Malfoy's neck to muffle his own shout of pleasure. Harry remained in place, feeling his rapid heartbeats slow and his breathing even out. When he raised his head, he was treated to the sight of Malfoy's satisfied smirk.
"Was that possessive enough for you?" rasped Harry. He pushed his hips more firmly between Malfoy's thighs, unwilling to pull out of him just yet.
Malfoy sighed and allowed his legs to drop from Harry's waist and splay limply to the sides. "I may need periodic reminders," he said, trying to stretch beneath Harry's weight.
Harry settled more heavily atop Malfoy, pinning him to the bed. "Not to worry," he said. "I'll enjoy demonstrating how possessive I can be."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OMC
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Belated birthday gift for cimmonade_91, who asked for possessive Harry competing for Draco, with H/D ending
♥ awdt Valentine Quickies #2 - "Won't go home without you."
♥ Porn Sunday, hosted by torino10154
Summary: Harry tried to give Malfoy some space. Big mistake.
Harry had been trying to give Malfoy space. He knew he tended to throw himself into relationships and that former boyfriends had said he was too possessive, too intense. For that reason, Harry had vowed to avoid overwhelming Malfoy. They had been seeing one another casually for almost a month now, and in that time, they had only shagged twice. Harry had never encountered such a passionate, accomplished sexual partner, and he wanted to lock Malfoy away from the rest of the world and keep him all to himself. However, Harry had refrained.
He was now regretting that choice.
Harry had tracked Malfoy to this club, where he was treated to the sight of his casual lover grinding on the dance floor with another man. Harry's teeth were grinding, too. He hadn't wanted to scare Malfoy off by staking his claim, and now Harry was suffering for it. He sat at the bar, seething and drinking, while Malfoy all but had sex on the dance floor with someone else.
When Harry's temper got the better of him, he flicked a minor hex at the interloper. The bloke's oily smile faltered, and he spoke into Malfoy's ear before making his way off the dance floor and heading towards the gents. Malfoy continued dancing, attracting the attention of two new rivals.
Harry had had enough.
He left his unfinished drink on the bar and joined the throng on the dance floor. Harry pushed his way through the crowd, glared at the bloke who was trying to move in on Malfoy, then grasped Malfoy's hips. Harry winced when he took an elbow to the ribs.
Malfoy turned his head, and his scowl of displeasure turned to an expression of surprise. "Potter!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?!"
"Something I should have done long ago," growled Harry. He drew an unresisting Malfoy back against his chest and pressed his lips to Malfoy's neck. There, Harry began to nibble and suck, knowing full well he would leave Malfoy with a vivid love bite.
Malfoy squirmed in Harry's arms. "Don't...don't do that," he panted. He made no attempt to escape, however.
Harry pushed his groin against Malfoy's arse, letting him know how aroused he was. Malfoy moaned and shimmied his hips, rubbing himself on Harry in an enticing manner. Harry cupped Malfoy through his trousers, finding Malfoy hard and ready for it. He wanted to have a hand on Malfoy's cock when he insisted they return to his flat. Harry knew Malfoy wouldn't be able to think clearly and would agree to anything. Before he could say something, another voice intruded.
"Go find your own partner," snarled the interloper. He gave Harry's shoulder a rough tug, as if trying to pry him away from Malfoy.
Harry turned around swinging. His fist caught the other bloke in the side of the face and knocked him back two steps. The man's face twisted with anger, and he stepped forward. Harry's magic sparked and crackled around him. The other bloke got his first good look at Harry and blanched. He held both hands up and retreated. Harry glowered at everyone else nearby, and they all turned away from him and resumed dancing.
"Come home with me," Harry muttered in Malfoy's ear.
Malfoy gave another little wriggle and said, "I'm enjoying myself dancing. Go home, if you wish. I'll come by later."
"Tease," growled Harry. He nuzzled Malfoy's neck again. "Won't go home without you," Harry grumbled. "M'not letting you out of my sight again."
Malfoy shivered in Harry's arms. "Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy a possessive lover?"
Harry tightened his grip on Malfoy and groaned.
Malfoy squirmed free and turned to face Harry. "Possessive men make me weak in the knees," he murmured. "Do you know what happens when I get weak in the knees?"
Harry shook his head, unable to speak.
Malfoy looped his arms around Harry's neck and whispered in his ear, "When my knees get weak, I end up on my back."
Harry's entire body went taut with lust. Without drawing his wand, he Disapparated from the dance floor, Malfoy secure in his arms.
They arrived in Harry's bedroom, right beside his bed. Malfoy laughed and fell back, and Harry pounced on him immediately. They tugged and tore at one another's clothing, managing to get only partially undressed before Harry slicked Malfoy with a spell. He was too impatient to take his time with preparations.
Malfoy didn't seem to care. He raised his hips and got a hand between them, guiding Harry into position. Harry sank into Malfoy's willing body with a grateful groan. He didn't bother being gentle. Malfoy had said he enjoyed possessive lovers, and Harry set about possessing him with primal urgency. He thrust into Malfoy over and over, driving him up the bed until Malfoy had to brace a hand against the headboard. Malfoy wasn't a passive lover; he wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and surged up to meet each bold stroke. His free hand gripped Harry's arse, urging him in harder and deeper.
Harry balanced on one hand and wedged the other between them, grasping Malfoy's cock and giving it a squeeze and an awkward tug. Malfoy gasped in pleasure and bucked beneath Harry as he tried to thrust himself into Harry's rough hand.
The bed shook and the springs squeaked before the noise was drowned out by Malfoy's impassioned cry of completion. Harry moaned as Malfoy contracted around his cock. He continued thrusting until he buried his face in Malfoy's neck to muffle his own shout of pleasure. Harry remained in place, feeling his rapid heartbeats slow and his breathing even out. When he raised his head, he was treated to the sight of Malfoy's satisfied smirk.
"Was that possessive enough for you?" rasped Harry. He pushed his hips more firmly between Malfoy's thighs, unwilling to pull out of him just yet.
Malfoy sighed and allowed his legs to drop from Harry's waist and splay limply to the sides. "I may need periodic reminders," he said, trying to stretch beneath Harry's weight.
Harry settled more heavily atop Malfoy, pinning him to the bed. "Not to worry," he said. "I'll enjoy demonstrating how possessive I can be."