Belated birthday gift; HDFluff #94; Slythindor100 #152
Title: Sex Sans Sand
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 855
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 damaskrose32, who once upon a time requested top!Harry/bottom!Draco
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 94 - cruise
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 152 - photo prompt
Summary: Harry and Draco enjoy their honeymoon to the fullest.
Harry leaned back in his beach chair and hummed in contentment. He and Draco were on their honeymoon, and Harry had never been happier in his life.
After the ceremony, they portkeyed to Greece, where they boarded a private yacht and set sail on a three-day cruise. The yacht was gorgeous, but Harry hadn't seen much of it. He and his new husband had spent the majority of the journey in their stateroom. Now that they had reached their destination, Harry and Draco emerged from seclusion to enjoy the splendor of their private island getaway. It was beautiful. The water was an amazing shade of blue, and the beach consisted of pristine white sand.
The best view, however, was to Harry's left. He turned his head and smiled at Draco. "I'm glad we came here," said Harry.
"We haven't come here at all, yet," quipped Draco.
"You insatiable slag," chided Harry. "I may not survive my honeymoon at this rate."
"You'll leave me a wealthy and satisfied widower," Draco said.
Harry laughed and shook his head. "I should get some satisfaction out of the deal before I expire," he said.
Draco's tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Shall we head up the beach to our bungalow?" he suggested in a rough voice.
Harry swung his legs over the side of his lounge chair and leaned close to Draco. He squeezed Draco's thigh and said, "I think these chairs are sturdy enough for two."
Draco shifted over to give Harry room. "All aboard," he invited.
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. He perched his hip on the edge of Draco's lounge chair and trailed his fingertips over his husband's abdomen. Harry smirked when he felt Draco's muscles contract. Yes, Draco was ticklish. He continued stroking Draco's smooth stomach until a warm hand closed over his own and tried to push it south.
Harry laughed. Draco's cock was straining at the front of his swim trunks, and he clearly wanted Harry's hand there. Harry moved his fingers as far as the waistband of Draco's trunks. "Let's just remove these, shall we?" he teased.
Draco lifted up and skimmed off his swim trunks. He settled back on his striped towel, naked and aroused.
Harry stood up and dropped his own swim trunks before crouching carefully on all fours over Draco. His predatory grin faded. "I don't suppose you brought some lubricant?" Harry asked. All of their luggage had been sent ahead to the bungalow.
"I took care of that little detail aboard the yacht," said Draco. He opened his legs and cupped both hands over Harry's arse to urge him forward.
"I knew there was a good reason I married you," murmured Harry. He allowed himself to be tugged into position, and he guided his cock to Draco's entrance. Harry gave a short thrust of his hips and sank into slick heat. He bent his head to cover Draco's lips, capturing his husband's groan of pleasure and feeling the sound echo in his own chest.
They kissed for long moments as Harry waited for Draco to adjust. Finally, Draco raised one leg and draped it along Harry's back. He heeled Harry in the arse, nudging him into motion. Harry was happy to oblige. He thrust in deeper, pulled out slowly, then thrust in again. It was brilliant. The sun was warm on Harry's back, Draco's body was hot and damp beneath him and tight around him, and a mild breeze stirred his hair.
Draco tipped his hips up, arching into every stroke and giving Harry a squeeze of his muscles each time their bodies came together. He ran his hands up and down Harry's back, digging his short nails into Harry's skin whenever Harry got the angle just right. Harry responded to each scratch with a tiny, stinging nip. His teeth left faint marks on Draco's neck and shoulder as they abandoned themselves to passion.
Draco drew his other leg up, clinging now to Harry with all four limbs. It was a sign that he was close to climax. Harry pulled out almost completely and slammed back in. Draco's neck arched and his mouth fell open to emit a guttural shout of ecstasy. Harry felt Draco pulse between them and clench around him. His husband's pleasure drew forth his own, and Harry thrust in hard and stiffened above Draco as he spurted inside of him.
When his tension eased, Harry slumped forward. He kept most of his weight braced on his forearms, but he allowed his head to droop into the crook of Draco's neck. Eventually, he raised his head and grinned down at his husband. "Mm, nothing beats sex on the beach," said Harry.
Draco looped his arms around Harry's neck, gave a little wiggle of his hips, and said, "The best part is, no sand in unmentionable places."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 855
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 damaskrose32, who once upon a time requested top!Harry/bottom!Draco
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 94 - cruise
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 152 - photo prompt
Summary: Harry and Draco enjoy their honeymoon to the fullest.
Harry leaned back in his beach chair and hummed in contentment. He and Draco were on their honeymoon, and Harry had never been happier in his life.
After the ceremony, they portkeyed to Greece, where they boarded a private yacht and set sail on a three-day cruise. The yacht was gorgeous, but Harry hadn't seen much of it. He and his new husband had spent the majority of the journey in their stateroom. Now that they had reached their destination, Harry and Draco emerged from seclusion to enjoy the splendor of their private island getaway. It was beautiful. The water was an amazing shade of blue, and the beach consisted of pristine white sand.
The best view, however, was to Harry's left. He turned his head and smiled at Draco. "I'm glad we came here," said Harry.
"We haven't come here at all, yet," quipped Draco.
"You insatiable slag," chided Harry. "I may not survive my honeymoon at this rate."
"You'll leave me a wealthy and satisfied widower," Draco said.
Harry laughed and shook his head. "I should get some satisfaction out of the deal before I expire," he said.
Draco's tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Shall we head up the beach to our bungalow?" he suggested in a rough voice.
Harry swung his legs over the side of his lounge chair and leaned close to Draco. He squeezed Draco's thigh and said, "I think these chairs are sturdy enough for two."
Draco shifted over to give Harry room. "All aboard," he invited.
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. He perched his hip on the edge of Draco's lounge chair and trailed his fingertips over his husband's abdomen. Harry smirked when he felt Draco's muscles contract. Yes, Draco was ticklish. He continued stroking Draco's smooth stomach until a warm hand closed over his own and tried to push it south.
Harry laughed. Draco's cock was straining at the front of his swim trunks, and he clearly wanted Harry's hand there. Harry moved his fingers as far as the waistband of Draco's trunks. "Let's just remove these, shall we?" he teased.
Draco lifted up and skimmed off his swim trunks. He settled back on his striped towel, naked and aroused.
Harry stood up and dropped his own swim trunks before crouching carefully on all fours over Draco. His predatory grin faded. "I don't suppose you brought some lubricant?" Harry asked. All of their luggage had been sent ahead to the bungalow.
"I took care of that little detail aboard the yacht," said Draco. He opened his legs and cupped both hands over Harry's arse to urge him forward.
"I knew there was a good reason I married you," murmured Harry. He allowed himself to be tugged into position, and he guided his cock to Draco's entrance. Harry gave a short thrust of his hips and sank into slick heat. He bent his head to cover Draco's lips, capturing his husband's groan of pleasure and feeling the sound echo in his own chest.
They kissed for long moments as Harry waited for Draco to adjust. Finally, Draco raised one leg and draped it along Harry's back. He heeled Harry in the arse, nudging him into motion. Harry was happy to oblige. He thrust in deeper, pulled out slowly, then thrust in again. It was brilliant. The sun was warm on Harry's back, Draco's body was hot and damp beneath him and tight around him, and a mild breeze stirred his hair.
Draco tipped his hips up, arching into every stroke and giving Harry a squeeze of his muscles each time their bodies came together. He ran his hands up and down Harry's back, digging his short nails into Harry's skin whenever Harry got the angle just right. Harry responded to each scratch with a tiny, stinging nip. His teeth left faint marks on Draco's neck and shoulder as they abandoned themselves to passion.
Draco drew his other leg up, clinging now to Harry with all four limbs. It was a sign that he was close to climax. Harry pulled out almost completely and slammed back in. Draco's neck arched and his mouth fell open to emit a guttural shout of ecstasy. Harry felt Draco pulse between them and clench around him. His husband's pleasure drew forth his own, and Harry thrust in hard and stiffened above Draco as he spurted inside of him.
When his tension eased, Harry slumped forward. He kept most of his weight braced on his forearms, but he allowed his head to droop into the crook of Draco's neck. Eventually, he raised his head and grinned down at his husband. "Mm, nothing beats sex on the beach," said Harry.
Draco looped his arms around Harry's neck, gave a little wiggle of his hips, and said, "The best part is, no sand in unmentionable places."