Talented Treat
Title: Talented Treat
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual situation. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Word count: 1120
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gifts for herumtreiber, twistedm and frost, all of whom requested Club Coquette
Summary: Draco's lover treats him in a theatre.
Draco was still trembling in the aftermath of his second explosive climax of the evening. He didn't protest when his lover laid him back on the bed and began pounding into him. Draco mewled in response. Even though he had come mere moments ago, being fucked like this was glorious. Draco let his legs fall wide open, too taxed to even wrap them around his lover. He lay there in sated abandon, allowing the stranger to seek his own pleasure.
It was over sooner than Draco would have liked. His lover rammed into him a few more times before he groaned aloud as he climaxed. He came to rest atop Draco, breathing hotly on the sensitive skin of Draco's neck. He eventually eased free of Draco with a sound of reluctant regret.
Draco instinctively curled against his lover, wanting to maintain at least their physical contact, if not their intimate connection. "Mm, I may never leave this bed," he sighed.
"And here I was planning to take you dancing."
Draco cracked one eye open. "Dancing?" he repeated. The thought was intriguing.
The stranger grinned. "Club Coquette does offer entertainment other than sex," he said.
Draco laughed. "Such as?" he prompted, propping himself up on one elbow.
"If dancing doesn't interest you, we can visit one of the bars, stroll through the gardens, or watch one of the live shows," said the man.
"A live show sounds appealing," Draco commented. He had both viewed and participated before, and it was difficult to decide which was more enjoyable.
"Clean up and get dressed," said the stranger. "There's still time to catch a show."
~*~
Despite the fact that they arrived late, Draco and his lover were escorted to a private box overlooking the stage. The stage itself rotated slowly, affording the voyeurs a chance to watch whichever vignette they preferred. There were male-female couples, male-male couples, and female-female. Draco found himself watching a familiar pair of gladiators as they engaged in a frenzied fuck on a sturdy sofa. Draco's cock began to swell beneath his short dress once more.
A hand came to rest lightly on Draco's knee, giving it a squeeze. Draco bit his lip to stifle a moan. As if watching other people shag wasn't arousing enough, it seemed Draco's lover was bent on turning up the heat.
"Would you like to join the performers onstage?" husked the stranger. His hand slid higher up Draco's thigh, raising Draco's hem to expose more of his stockinged leg.
"Not...not this time," Draco whispered. He squirmed in his seat, silently willing his lover's hand to climb higher.
Fingertips danced up Draco's thigh until they reached the edge of his sheer stocking. There, the strangers fingers played, alternately stroking Draco's skin and the silky material of his stocking. Draco's heart was beating faster, and his breath was began coming in shallow pants.
"Are you in distress, Cinderella?" his lover chuckled.
"Stop teasing me, you fiend," Draco grumbled.
"What would you like me to do?"
"Touch me," hissed Draco.
"I am touching you."
"Touch my cock," Draco demanded. He covered the man's hand with his own and attempted to drag it where he most wanted it.
The stranger resisted. "Patience, Cinderella," he chided. Despite his words, his hand began wandering higher up Draco's thigh.
Draco shifted in his seat and pulled the hem of his short dress up, leaving him bared to the waist but for his shoes and stockings.
"Such a naughty exhibitionist you are," said the man. He reached higher, tickling Draco's balls with the tips of two fingers.
Draco gasped and squirmed again. His eyes remained on the gladiators onstage, watching avidly as one of them fucked and stroked his writhing partner. When warm fingers closed around the base of his erection, Draco moaned and bit his lip.
The stranger gave Draco's cock a squeeze before sliding his hand up the shaft in a slow, tormenting caress. Draco pushed his hips up, wanting more. His lover obliged him, firming his grasp and stroking Draco up and down. Draco's head fell back against his cushioned seat, and his hands clutched the arms of his chair as he held on. A thumb circled the tip of Draco's prick, spreading the pre-come before pressing against the slit.
Draco groaned out loud, uncaring if anyone else heard and knew what was going on.
The stranger brought his thumb to his lips and darted his tongue out for a taste. "Mm," he hummed. "You are utterly delicious, Cinderella."
The hand resumed stroking Draco's cock. The man's attention was focused on the stage, and if one were to glance up at their private box, it would appear as if nothing untoward was going on.
Draco gave up on biting his lip to stifle the sounds he was compelled to make. He let his mouth fall open to emit soft cries of pleasure as his lover treated him to a talented hand-job. Draco moved restlessly in his seat; the stimulation of the crushed velvet cushion on his naked arse added to the exquisite sensations that bombarded him. Indulging in sexual behavior inside of a theatre was incredibly risque, and it only added to Draco's enjoyment. He felt naughty and dirty and alive.
A shout of rapture from somewhere below let Draco know that he wasn't the only one being pleasured in the audience. He suspected if he looked around, he would see many others actively engaged in sex. Draco wondered if anyone was watching him as he shamelessly accepted his lover's caresses. The thought excited him, and Draco's muscles grew taut as he strained towards completion. An instant later, Draco climaxed, moaning loudly at the apex of his release. He pulsed over his lover's hand, while pearly droplets spattered the low wall of their private box.
Draco's eyes blinked open in time to see one of the gladiators blow him a kiss from the stage. He felt his face grow hot, and he was glad of his mask and the darkness in the theatre.
"Did you enjoy that?" asked the stranger. He was busy cleaning his hands with a tissue.
"Yeah," sighed Draco, slumping back in his seat. He couldn't muster the energy to rearrange his clothing. Draco's legs remained wantonly open, and his cock lay limply across one thigh.
"Excellent," said his lover. The man lowered his zip and added, "I need you to return the favor."
Oral Ovation
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual situation. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Word count: 1120
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gifts for herumtreiber, twistedm and frost, all of whom requested Club Coquette
Summary: Draco's lover treats him in a theatre.
Draco was still trembling in the aftermath of his second explosive climax of the evening. He didn't protest when his lover laid him back on the bed and began pounding into him. Draco mewled in response. Even though he had come mere moments ago, being fucked like this was glorious. Draco let his legs fall wide open, too taxed to even wrap them around his lover. He lay there in sated abandon, allowing the stranger to seek his own pleasure.
It was over sooner than Draco would have liked. His lover rammed into him a few more times before he groaned aloud as he climaxed. He came to rest atop Draco, breathing hotly on the sensitive skin of Draco's neck. He eventually eased free of Draco with a sound of reluctant regret.
Draco instinctively curled against his lover, wanting to maintain at least their physical contact, if not their intimate connection. "Mm, I may never leave this bed," he sighed.
"And here I was planning to take you dancing."
Draco cracked one eye open. "Dancing?" he repeated. The thought was intriguing.
The stranger grinned. "Club Coquette does offer entertainment other than sex," he said.
Draco laughed. "Such as?" he prompted, propping himself up on one elbow.
"If dancing doesn't interest you, we can visit one of the bars, stroll through the gardens, or watch one of the live shows," said the man.
"A live show sounds appealing," Draco commented. He had both viewed and participated before, and it was difficult to decide which was more enjoyable.
"Clean up and get dressed," said the stranger. "There's still time to catch a show."
~*~
Despite the fact that they arrived late, Draco and his lover were escorted to a private box overlooking the stage. The stage itself rotated slowly, affording the voyeurs a chance to watch whichever vignette they preferred. There were male-female couples, male-male couples, and female-female. Draco found himself watching a familiar pair of gladiators as they engaged in a frenzied fuck on a sturdy sofa. Draco's cock began to swell beneath his short dress once more.
A hand came to rest lightly on Draco's knee, giving it a squeeze. Draco bit his lip to stifle a moan. As if watching other people shag wasn't arousing enough, it seemed Draco's lover was bent on turning up the heat.
"Would you like to join the performers onstage?" husked the stranger. His hand slid higher up Draco's thigh, raising Draco's hem to expose more of his stockinged leg.
"Not...not this time," Draco whispered. He squirmed in his seat, silently willing his lover's hand to climb higher.
Fingertips danced up Draco's thigh until they reached the edge of his sheer stocking. There, the strangers fingers played, alternately stroking Draco's skin and the silky material of his stocking. Draco's heart was beating faster, and his breath was began coming in shallow pants.
"Are you in distress, Cinderella?" his lover chuckled.
"Stop teasing me, you fiend," Draco grumbled.
"What would you like me to do?"
"Touch me," hissed Draco.
"I am touching you."
"Touch my cock," Draco demanded. He covered the man's hand with his own and attempted to drag it where he most wanted it.
The stranger resisted. "Patience, Cinderella," he chided. Despite his words, his hand began wandering higher up Draco's thigh.
Draco shifted in his seat and pulled the hem of his short dress up, leaving him bared to the waist but for his shoes and stockings.
"Such a naughty exhibitionist you are," said the man. He reached higher, tickling Draco's balls with the tips of two fingers.
Draco gasped and squirmed again. His eyes remained on the gladiators onstage, watching avidly as one of them fucked and stroked his writhing partner. When warm fingers closed around the base of his erection, Draco moaned and bit his lip.
The stranger gave Draco's cock a squeeze before sliding his hand up the shaft in a slow, tormenting caress. Draco pushed his hips up, wanting more. His lover obliged him, firming his grasp and stroking Draco up and down. Draco's head fell back against his cushioned seat, and his hands clutched the arms of his chair as he held on. A thumb circled the tip of Draco's prick, spreading the pre-come before pressing against the slit.
Draco groaned out loud, uncaring if anyone else heard and knew what was going on.
The stranger brought his thumb to his lips and darted his tongue out for a taste. "Mm," he hummed. "You are utterly delicious, Cinderella."
The hand resumed stroking Draco's cock. The man's attention was focused on the stage, and if one were to glance up at their private box, it would appear as if nothing untoward was going on.
Draco gave up on biting his lip to stifle the sounds he was compelled to make. He let his mouth fall open to emit soft cries of pleasure as his lover treated him to a talented hand-job. Draco moved restlessly in his seat; the stimulation of the crushed velvet cushion on his naked arse added to the exquisite sensations that bombarded him. Indulging in sexual behavior inside of a theatre was incredibly risque, and it only added to Draco's enjoyment. He felt naughty and dirty and alive.
A shout of rapture from somewhere below let Draco know that he wasn't the only one being pleasured in the audience. He suspected if he looked around, he would see many others actively engaged in sex. Draco wondered if anyone was watching him as he shamelessly accepted his lover's caresses. The thought excited him, and Draco's muscles grew taut as he strained towards completion. An instant later, Draco climaxed, moaning loudly at the apex of his release. He pulsed over his lover's hand, while pearly droplets spattered the low wall of their private box.
Draco's eyes blinked open in time to see one of the gladiators blow him a kiss from the stage. He felt his face grow hot, and he was glad of his mask and the darkness in the theatre.
"Did you enjoy that?" asked the stranger. He was busy cleaning his hands with a tissue.
"Yeah," sighed Draco, slumping back in his seat. He couldn't muster the energy to rearrange his clothing. Draco's legs remained wantonly open, and his cock lay limply across one thigh.
"Excellent," said his lover. The man lowered his zip and added, "I need you to return the favor."
Oral Ovation