Undivided Attention
Title: Undivided Attention
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, bondage, mild dub-con
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 825
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for spicykittins, using the prompts ties, vermilion
Summary: Harry finds a good use for the tie Draco gave him.
"You were flirting with McKibben this evening," said Harry. His voice was mild, but there was a hint of steel in his eyes.
Draco shrugged out of his suit jacket and flung it carelessly over the back of a wooden chair. "How would you know?" he challenged. "You were too busy chatting up the Weasel clan to pay any attention to me."
"So that's what this is about?" Harry demanded. He reached up and unknotted his tie, noting how Draco's eyes tracked the movement. The tie itself had been a gift from Draco. It was a brilliant scarlet color - vermilion, Draco had called it. Draco had impeccable taste, even in the blokes he chose to flirt with. Michael McKibben was wealthy and handsome - guaranteed to raise Harry's ire. Had Draco flirted with old man Appelcroft, Harry would have let it pass without comment.
"It was about me finding my own source of entertainment, since you left me to my own devices," Draco said. He toed his expensive shoes off and tugged impatiently at his own tie.
"I can take care of entertaining you right now," said Harry. "Finish undressing and get on the bed."
Draco lifted his head and glared down his nose at Harry. "I'm not in the mood," he declared. "Go bugger a Weasley."
Harry's temper flared, and Draco caught the brunt of it. Draco cried out in surprise as Harry's magic converged on him, and he sputtered in outrage at the result. Harry nodded to himself in satisfaction. His boyfriend was now on the bed, right where Harry wanted him. Draco still wore his shirt and tie, but he was naked from the waist down. His hands were bound behind him with Harry's tie, while the ends of Draco's tie were looped around the headboard. He cursed and struggled to free himself.
Harry unbuttoned his trousers and slid the zip down with a menacing rasp. Draco froze on the bed, before turning his head as far as he was able. His eyes widened in dismay at the sight of Harry withdrawing his cock from his opened flies.
"Don't even think about it, Potter," hissed Draco. "I said I'm not in the mood, and I meant it."
"Your cock can't lie, Draco," Harry murmured as he approached the bed. "You want me to fuck you like this." Harry placed one knee on the bed and fondled Draco's arse as he moved to kneel behind his boyfriend.
"Don't touch me," snarled Draco.
Harry slapped Draco's arse to remind him of who was in charge.
"How dare you hit me?!"
Harry smacked Draco harder. "Shall I use my belt instead?" he growled. Harry didn't wait for a reply. He simply prepared Draco with an impersonal spell and guided his cock into place.
"Harry, I'm warning you-ooh!"
"Mm," moaned Harry, sinking into Draco's silken heat. "Is this what you wanted? You now have my undivided attention."
"Arrogant arsehole," panted Draco. He was still in a strop, but that didn't prevent him from pushing backwards to impale himself further on Harry's cock.
Harry surged forward, driving deep and causing Draco to utter a strangled groan. Harry reached for the tie around Draco's neck, checking to make sure his boyfriend wasn't literally strangling. "I should buy you a collar and a leash," he mused as he drew back and thrust in again.
"I'd...kill you," huffed Draco. His threat was unimpressive, considering how unashamedly he was writhing on Harry's prick.
Harry changed his angle and plunged in again, jabbing Draco's prostate and drawing a wail of pleasure from his ill-tempered boyfriend. There was no more talking after that. Harry and Draco simply shagged. The bed creaked, their bodies slapped together, and harsh groans were the only noise in the room.
Draco was unable to touch himself with his hands bound behind his back. He turned his head on the pillow and glared at his boyfriend. "Harry," he gritted.
Harry reached beneath the edge of Draco's shirt and grasped Draco's cock. He tugged on it and twisted his wrist, repeating the motion until Draco came undone before him. Draco climaxed with a single, hoarse shout. His body shuddered through it, contracting hard around Harry's cock. Harry allowed Draco's pleasure to call forth his own. He pulsed inside of Draco's clenching channel before pulling out of him with a sigh.
Draco braced his knees farther apart to maintain his balance. "Untie me," he grumbled.
"Not until you apologize for acting like a complete slag at the party."
"Piss off!"
"Have it your way," drawled Harry. "Goodnight, Draco." Harry finished undressing with a spell, waved a cleaning charm over himself, and extinguished the lamps.
...
"Harry?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, bondage, mild dub-con
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 825
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for spicykittins, using the prompts ties, vermilion
Summary: Harry finds a good use for the tie Draco gave him.
"You were flirting with McKibben this evening," said Harry. His voice was mild, but there was a hint of steel in his eyes.
Draco shrugged out of his suit jacket and flung it carelessly over the back of a wooden chair. "How would you know?" he challenged. "You were too busy chatting up the Weasel clan to pay any attention to me."
"So that's what this is about?" Harry demanded. He reached up and unknotted his tie, noting how Draco's eyes tracked the movement. The tie itself had been a gift from Draco. It was a brilliant scarlet color - vermilion, Draco had called it. Draco had impeccable taste, even in the blokes he chose to flirt with. Michael McKibben was wealthy and handsome - guaranteed to raise Harry's ire. Had Draco flirted with old man Appelcroft, Harry would have let it pass without comment.
"It was about me finding my own source of entertainment, since you left me to my own devices," Draco said. He toed his expensive shoes off and tugged impatiently at his own tie.
"I can take care of entertaining you right now," said Harry. "Finish undressing and get on the bed."
Draco lifted his head and glared down his nose at Harry. "I'm not in the mood," he declared. "Go bugger a Weasley."
Harry's temper flared, and Draco caught the brunt of it. Draco cried out in surprise as Harry's magic converged on him, and he sputtered in outrage at the result. Harry nodded to himself in satisfaction. His boyfriend was now on the bed, right where Harry wanted him. Draco still wore his shirt and tie, but he was naked from the waist down. His hands were bound behind him with Harry's tie, while the ends of Draco's tie were looped around the headboard. He cursed and struggled to free himself.
Harry unbuttoned his trousers and slid the zip down with a menacing rasp. Draco froze on the bed, before turning his head as far as he was able. His eyes widened in dismay at the sight of Harry withdrawing his cock from his opened flies.
"Don't even think about it, Potter," hissed Draco. "I said I'm not in the mood, and I meant it."
"Your cock can't lie, Draco," Harry murmured as he approached the bed. "You want me to fuck you like this." Harry placed one knee on the bed and fondled Draco's arse as he moved to kneel behind his boyfriend.
"Don't touch me," snarled Draco.
Harry slapped Draco's arse to remind him of who was in charge.
"How dare you hit me?!"
Harry smacked Draco harder. "Shall I use my belt instead?" he growled. Harry didn't wait for a reply. He simply prepared Draco with an impersonal spell and guided his cock into place.
"Harry, I'm warning you-ooh!"
"Mm," moaned Harry, sinking into Draco's silken heat. "Is this what you wanted? You now have my undivided attention."
"Arrogant arsehole," panted Draco. He was still in a strop, but that didn't prevent him from pushing backwards to impale himself further on Harry's cock.
Harry surged forward, driving deep and causing Draco to utter a strangled groan. Harry reached for the tie around Draco's neck, checking to make sure his boyfriend wasn't literally strangling. "I should buy you a collar and a leash," he mused as he drew back and thrust in again.
"I'd...kill you," huffed Draco. His threat was unimpressive, considering how unashamedly he was writhing on Harry's prick.
Harry changed his angle and plunged in again, jabbing Draco's prostate and drawing a wail of pleasure from his ill-tempered boyfriend. There was no more talking after that. Harry and Draco simply shagged. The bed creaked, their bodies slapped together, and harsh groans were the only noise in the room.
Draco was unable to touch himself with his hands bound behind his back. He turned his head on the pillow and glared at his boyfriend. "Harry," he gritted.
Harry reached beneath the edge of Draco's shirt and grasped Draco's cock. He tugged on it and twisted his wrist, repeating the motion until Draco came undone before him. Draco climaxed with a single, hoarse shout. His body shuddered through it, contracting hard around Harry's cock. Harry allowed Draco's pleasure to call forth his own. He pulsed inside of Draco's clenching channel before pulling out of him with a sigh.
Draco braced his knees farther apart to maintain his balance. "Untie me," he grumbled.
"Not until you apologize for acting like a complete slag at the party."
"Piss off!"
"Have it your way," drawled Harry. "Goodnight, Draco." Harry finished undressing with a spell, waved a cleaning charm over himself, and extinguished the lamps.
...
"Harry?"