Belated birthday gift; Bring Back the Porn Challenge 2013
Title: Restraint
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit foreplay
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 820
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 phoenixacid, who asked for H/D, orgasm denial
♦ Bring Back the Porn Challenge 2013
Summary: Harry brings Draco to the edge...and leaves him there.
Draco tested the strength of his silken restraints.
"Is it too tight, love?"
Draco shivered at the husky quality of Harry's voice. He only ever sounded like that when he was aroused. Draco wished he could see his lover, but the blindfold over his eyes left him in darkness. The rest of his senses were on hyper-alert as a result. Draco's hearing sharpened, allowing him to track Harry's movements in their bedroom. His sense of smell was more acute, which let him know that Harry had just uncapped the cherry flavored lubricant. Draco was exquisitely aware of the softness of the plush blanket he was reclining on. He squirmed on the bed, enjoying the sensation against his naked skin.
"Spread for me."
Harry's voice was quiet, but the command in it was unmistakable.
Draco opened his legs. He felt wanton and exposed, and his cock throbbed with urgent need.
The room was silent.
"Harry?" Draco rasped.
"Patience, love."
The direction of Harry's voice indicated he was still across the room. Draco considered closing his legs again, but he hadn't been told he could do so. He remained like that on the bed, wrists bound above his head and thighs open wide, awaiting his lover's pleasure.
Footsteps padded closer, and Draco caught his breath. Fluid leaked from the tip of his cock as his arousal increased.
"Lift your hips."
Draco obediently raised his lower body off of the bed. A pillow was wedged beneath him, elevating him into position. Draco bit his bottom lip and tugged on his restraints again.
"Hold still."
Draco settled with a shaky sigh. He felt the bed dip beneath Harry's added weight. A warm hand came to rest on Draco's right knee, and he jumped at the sudden contact. Harry's fingers gave him a gentle squeeze, and Draco relaxed. The hand on his knee slid slowly up his thigh, and fingertips caressed Draco's hip bone. His cock spasmed at the touch, and Draco's body angled slightly in that direction, wanting Harry's fingers on his sex.
Harry didn't take the hint. His fingers skated back up the inside of Draco's thigh, dragging a whimper of disappointment from Draco's throat.
"Shush."
Harry's touch left him completely, and Draco had to clench his teeth from groaning in frustration. The scent of cherry grew stronger, and Harry's fingers returned. They swirled around the furled flesh of Draco's hole, smearing lubricant there. Draco canted his hips up higher. A firm hand pressed on his stomach, pushing him back down.
Harry inserted one finger.
Draco's toes curled, and his hands clenched into fists.
Harry worked his finger in and out, penetrating deeper each time. He brushed over the sensitive gland inside of Draco, startling a guttural cry from him. Harry withdrew his finger, and Draco whined at the loss. Draco gasped as his lover penetrated him again, with two fingers. They slid in and out, stretching Draco's opening and prodding his prostate on each thrust. Draco's head moved restlessly from side to side, and his hips made minute hunching motions. His cock jerked each time Harry massaged his prostate, and pre-come leaked steadily from the tip.
Harry continued to ply Draco with his fingers, turning Draco into a writhing mass of want and need.
"Harry, Harry," Draco panted.
"I know, love," Harry murmured in reply. He scissored his fingers a final time and withdrew them.
Draco growled in dismay. He twitched when something else touched his loosened hole, something cold and foreign.
Harry inserted the object carefully, and Draco obligingly relaxed and allowed it. His rim clenched around the invasion, even as his mind identified it: plug. Draco stifled a groan of disappointment. He wanted his lover's cock, not a toy. Draco shifted on the bed, hoping for the additional stimulation he needed to bring him off. He was already so close, and Harry had yet to touch his cock.
Harry's weight and warmth were withdrawn, and Draco raised his head. "Harry?"
"Shush, love," said Harry's voice, from the direction of the bedroom door. "I'll be back later."
Later? As the meaning sank in, Draco heard the door open and close.
"Harry? Harry!"
There was no reply.
The only sound Draco heard was his own harsh breathing. He let his head fall back to the pillow, and he cursed in frustration. His body still thrummed with arousal, and he couldn't even touch his own prick to take the edge off. Draco tightened his inner muscles around the plug embedded in his hole, but it did nothing to alleviate the ache he felt. He wondered how long Harry planned to make him wait for relief.
Draco swore again and tugged at his restraints.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit foreplay
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 820
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 phoenixacid, who asked for H/D, orgasm denial
♦ Bring Back the Porn Challenge 2013
Summary: Harry brings Draco to the edge...and leaves him there.
Draco tested the strength of his silken restraints.
"Is it too tight, love?"
Draco shivered at the husky quality of Harry's voice. He only ever sounded like that when he was aroused. Draco wished he could see his lover, but the blindfold over his eyes left him in darkness. The rest of his senses were on hyper-alert as a result. Draco's hearing sharpened, allowing him to track Harry's movements in their bedroom. His sense of smell was more acute, which let him know that Harry had just uncapped the cherry flavored lubricant. Draco was exquisitely aware of the softness of the plush blanket he was reclining on. He squirmed on the bed, enjoying the sensation against his naked skin.
"Spread for me."
Harry's voice was quiet, but the command in it was unmistakable.
Draco opened his legs. He felt wanton and exposed, and his cock throbbed with urgent need.
The room was silent.
"Harry?" Draco rasped.
"Patience, love."
The direction of Harry's voice indicated he was still across the room. Draco considered closing his legs again, but he hadn't been told he could do so. He remained like that on the bed, wrists bound above his head and thighs open wide, awaiting his lover's pleasure.
Footsteps padded closer, and Draco caught his breath. Fluid leaked from the tip of his cock as his arousal increased.
"Lift your hips."
Draco obediently raised his lower body off of the bed. A pillow was wedged beneath him, elevating him into position. Draco bit his bottom lip and tugged on his restraints again.
"Hold still."
Draco settled with a shaky sigh. He felt the bed dip beneath Harry's added weight. A warm hand came to rest on Draco's right knee, and he jumped at the sudden contact. Harry's fingers gave him a gentle squeeze, and Draco relaxed. The hand on his knee slid slowly up his thigh, and fingertips caressed Draco's hip bone. His cock spasmed at the touch, and Draco's body angled slightly in that direction, wanting Harry's fingers on his sex.
Harry didn't take the hint. His fingers skated back up the inside of Draco's thigh, dragging a whimper of disappointment from Draco's throat.
"Shush."
Harry's touch left him completely, and Draco had to clench his teeth from groaning in frustration. The scent of cherry grew stronger, and Harry's fingers returned. They swirled around the furled flesh of Draco's hole, smearing lubricant there. Draco canted his hips up higher. A firm hand pressed on his stomach, pushing him back down.
Harry inserted one finger.
Draco's toes curled, and his hands clenched into fists.
Harry worked his finger in and out, penetrating deeper each time. He brushed over the sensitive gland inside of Draco, startling a guttural cry from him. Harry withdrew his finger, and Draco whined at the loss. Draco gasped as his lover penetrated him again, with two fingers. They slid in and out, stretching Draco's opening and prodding his prostate on each thrust. Draco's head moved restlessly from side to side, and his hips made minute hunching motions. His cock jerked each time Harry massaged his prostate, and pre-come leaked steadily from the tip.
Harry continued to ply Draco with his fingers, turning Draco into a writhing mass of want and need.
"Harry, Harry," Draco panted.
"I know, love," Harry murmured in reply. He scissored his fingers a final time and withdrew them.
Draco growled in dismay. He twitched when something else touched his loosened hole, something cold and foreign.
Harry inserted the object carefully, and Draco obligingly relaxed and allowed it. His rim clenched around the invasion, even as his mind identified it: plug. Draco stifled a groan of disappointment. He wanted his lover's cock, not a toy. Draco shifted on the bed, hoping for the additional stimulation he needed to bring him off. He was already so close, and Harry had yet to touch his cock.
Harry's weight and warmth were withdrawn, and Draco raised his head. "Harry?"
"Shush, love," said Harry's voice, from the direction of the bedroom door. "I'll be back later."
Later? As the meaning sank in, Draco heard the door open and close.
"Harry? Harry!"
There was no reply.
The only sound Draco heard was his own harsh breathing. He let his head fall back to the pillow, and he cursed in frustration. His body still thrummed with arousal, and he couldn't even touch his own prick to take the edge off. Draco tightened his inner muscles around the plug embedded in his hole, but it did nothing to alleviate the ache he felt. He wondered how long Harry planned to make him wait for relief.
Draco swore again and tugged at his restraints.