Abundance of Sex
Title: Abundance of Sex
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, language
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1315
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Donation gift for nenne, in thanks for the "It Gets Better" charity VGift. She requested a sequel to Abundance of Inches.
Summary: Harry and Draco both get what they want.
Harry barely tasted his dinner. He'd been wanting to try this Japanese restaurant for weeks now, but it was difficult to focus on his food when he was seated across the table from Draco Malfoy. Harry had been wanting to try him for years.
"I can't wait to have you suck me."
Malfoy glanced up in surprise. "Sorry?"
Harry forced a smile. "I said, I can't wait to try the sushi."
Malfoy raised an elegant eyebrow. "You don't strike me as the type to enjoy sushi," he said.
"Don't be absurd," said Harry. "Gryffindors are bold, remember?"
Malfoy chuckled. "Point taken," he said. "You did agree to have dinner with me, after all."
"I'd rather fuck you."
"Pardon me?"
"I said, I'd like to thank you," Harry replied. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had a handy excuse when Fishnick asked me to dinner."
Malfoy frowned. "I've never met Fishnick," he said. "However, I have heard he's a smarmy git."
Harry nodded in agreement. "You have no idea," he said. To be fair, he had no idea either; Martin Fishnick didn't exist.
~*~
Draco was feeling pleased with himself. Not only had he secured dinner with Potter, but he'd managed to nick Potter out from under Fishnick's nose. Draco had to suppress the urge to gloat. If he came across as charming and humble, he may yet get Potter to agree to accompany him home.
"I can't wait to handle your cock," he muttered.
Potter looked at him. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."
"I was complimenting you on your ability to handle chopsticks," Draco quickly amended.
"I'm not entirely uncouth, Malfoy."
"I didn't mean to imply that you were, Potter," said Draco. "It was merely an observation."
They engaged in small talk as they finished their meals. Draco borrowed some Gryffindor boldness and made his move. "I've some excellent cognac at home, and a large bottle of lube."
Potter's eyes sharpened. "I didn't catch that last bit."
"I've some cognac," Draco repeated, "and I said it's a large bottle, too. Would you care to have a drink at my place?"
"Don't mind if I do," said Potter. He and Draco both reached for their wallets.
~*~
Harry couldn't believe his luck. Malfoy had invited him to his flat, and Harry was hoping that they would indulge in more than just cognac. He was already hard enough to drill a hole through Hogwarts.
Once they returned to Malfoy's flat, Harry sat on the sofa and undressed Malfoy with his eyes as his host poured glasses of cognac for them. Malfoy handed Harry a glass.
"Here you are, Potter."
I want to see you naked."
"Sorry?"
Harry dragged his mind out of the gutter. "I said, I wonder where they make this?"
"Cognac is named after a village in France, which is where it was originally made," said Malfoy. He took a sip and hummed in pleasure.
Harry's cock throbbed.
"Say, Potter-"
"To hell with this," growled Harry. "Let's shag."
~*~
Draco couldn't believe his luck. He'd been trying to think of how to get Potter naked without getting him drunk first, but now his guest had simply blurted it out. Draco set his unfinished glass down and stood up.
"Thank Salazar," he sighed. "I thought you'd never ask." Draco was so aroused, it was painful. His prick ached, and his rim was fluttering in anticipation of taking Potter's huge cock. Draco led the way to his bedroom and removed his tie.
Potter began undressing, too, and Draco found himself watching. He was eager to see just how large Potter was. If Fishnick had been lying about the size of Potter's cock, Draco planned to hex him at the Ministry on Monday morning. Draco shrugged out of his shirt and reached for his belt buckle. He paused as Potter skimmed off his trousers and pushed his pants down.
Draco swayed on his feet. Fishnick was right; Potter's cock was impressive. He seemed proud of it, too, the smug prick.
Potter gestured at his erection. "I can't wait to drill you with this," he murmured.
Draco couldn't wait, either. He hastened to remove the rest of his clothing, then draped himself across his bed. He waited until Potter joined him before grabbing a bottle of lubricant and handing it to Potter. Draco then endured the torture of Potter preparing him.
"Just...get on with it!" Draco blurted. He was not begging.
"I need to make certain you're ready," Potter responded. "I am a tad larger than the average centaur."
"I don't care," Draco gritted. He was too wound up to call Potter to task for comparing himself to a centaur. "I need you in me. Now!"
Potter smirked at him and withdrew his fingers. He rose to his knees, and Draco spread his legs wider. Potter delayed the inevitable by smearing the excess lube over the head of his cock.
"Pot-ter," Draco growled.
Potter dropped forward, catching himself with one hand planted by Draco's shoulder. With the other, he guided himself to Draco's needy hole. At the first prod, Draco held his breath. As Potter eased forward, Draco gritted his teeth. His body stretched to accommodate Potter, and it burned. When the head of Potter's cock finally penetrated him completely, Draco groaned. Potter stopped pushing in, but he moved his hips in a slow, circular motion that drove Draco mad with want. He lifted up.
"More," Draco demanded. Potter thrust in hard, and Draco's eyes rolled back in his head.
~*~
Harry thrust in hard, groaning at the sensation of sinking into Malfoy's hot, tight hole. Malfoy was snug and silky and so very eager for it. Harry had tried to take care, mindful of his size, but Malfoy seemed to be enjoying himself. When Harry could hold back no longer, he began fucking Malfoy for all he was worth. Malfoy's hips rose to meet him, and the two of them quickly established a steady tempo of surging together and drawing apart.
Harry wasn't sure how long he was going to last. He could only hope that Malfoy would welcome another shag or three after this first one. Harry planned to take Malfoy from behind next time, so he could watch his thick cock stretch Malfoy's rim...
Harry mentally shoved the fantasy aside, lest he shoot too soon. He had to see to Malfoy's pleasure first, if he had any chance of topping him again. Harry balanced on one hand, hips still pistoning between Malfoy's legs, and worked his other hand between them to grasp Malfoy's cock.
"Ungh," Malfoy moaned.
Harry gasped as Malfoy clenched even tighter around him. He began jacking Malfoy in tandem with his thrusts. Malfoy got loud...very loud. Harry took that as a good sign and put more effort into it.
"Oh fuck...oh Potter...fuck Potter...fuckPotterFUCK!"
Malfoy arched up beneath Harry, body twisting, cock spurting and hole spasming as he came undone. It was fantastic. Harry actually paused in his thrusting to admire Malfoy caught up in the throes of orgasm. Malfoy exhaled shakily and sank back to the bed, body still twitching and trembling.
Harry lurched into motion once more, drilling Malfoy as he'd longed to do. He thrust in twice more and threw his head back as he came. A lusty shout erupted from Harry's throat as he emptied himself inside of Malfoy's quivering body. Harry slumped on top of Malfoy, leaving them tangled in a damp, sated heap.
Malfoy whispered something.
"Sorry?" Harry mumbled.
"Fucking amazing," Malfoy sighed in Harry's ear.
Harry allowed himself a smug smile. "No," he said, "that was amazing fucking."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, language
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1315
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Donation gift for nenne, in thanks for the "It Gets Better" charity VGift. She requested a sequel to Abundance of Inches.
Summary: Harry and Draco both get what they want.
Harry barely tasted his dinner. He'd been wanting to try this Japanese restaurant for weeks now, but it was difficult to focus on his food when he was seated across the table from Draco Malfoy. Harry had been wanting to try him for years.
"I can't wait to have you suck me."
Malfoy glanced up in surprise. "Sorry?"
Harry forced a smile. "I said, I can't wait to try the sushi."
Malfoy raised an elegant eyebrow. "You don't strike me as the type to enjoy sushi," he said.
"Don't be absurd," said Harry. "Gryffindors are bold, remember?"
Malfoy chuckled. "Point taken," he said. "You did agree to have dinner with me, after all."
"I'd rather fuck you."
"Pardon me?"
"I said, I'd like to thank you," Harry replied. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had a handy excuse when Fishnick asked me to dinner."
Malfoy frowned. "I've never met Fishnick," he said. "However, I have heard he's a smarmy git."
Harry nodded in agreement. "You have no idea," he said. To be fair, he had no idea either; Martin Fishnick didn't exist.
~*~
Draco was feeling pleased with himself. Not only had he secured dinner with Potter, but he'd managed to nick Potter out from under Fishnick's nose. Draco had to suppress the urge to gloat. If he came across as charming and humble, he may yet get Potter to agree to accompany him home.
"I can't wait to handle your cock," he muttered.
Potter looked at him. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."
"I was complimenting you on your ability to handle chopsticks," Draco quickly amended.
"I'm not entirely uncouth, Malfoy."
"I didn't mean to imply that you were, Potter," said Draco. "It was merely an observation."
They engaged in small talk as they finished their meals. Draco borrowed some Gryffindor boldness and made his move. "I've some excellent cognac at home, and a large bottle of lube."
Potter's eyes sharpened. "I didn't catch that last bit."
"I've some cognac," Draco repeated, "and I said it's a large bottle, too. Would you care to have a drink at my place?"
"Don't mind if I do," said Potter. He and Draco both reached for their wallets.
~*~
Harry couldn't believe his luck. Malfoy had invited him to his flat, and Harry was hoping that they would indulge in more than just cognac. He was already hard enough to drill a hole through Hogwarts.
Once they returned to Malfoy's flat, Harry sat on the sofa and undressed Malfoy with his eyes as his host poured glasses of cognac for them. Malfoy handed Harry a glass.
"Here you are, Potter."
I want to see you naked."
"Sorry?"
Harry dragged his mind out of the gutter. "I said, I wonder where they make this?"
"Cognac is named after a village in France, which is where it was originally made," said Malfoy. He took a sip and hummed in pleasure.
Harry's cock throbbed.
"Say, Potter-"
"To hell with this," growled Harry. "Let's shag."
~*~
Draco couldn't believe his luck. He'd been trying to think of how to get Potter naked without getting him drunk first, but now his guest had simply blurted it out. Draco set his unfinished glass down and stood up.
"Thank Salazar," he sighed. "I thought you'd never ask." Draco was so aroused, it was painful. His prick ached, and his rim was fluttering in anticipation of taking Potter's huge cock. Draco led the way to his bedroom and removed his tie.
Potter began undressing, too, and Draco found himself watching. He was eager to see just how large Potter was. If Fishnick had been lying about the size of Potter's cock, Draco planned to hex him at the Ministry on Monday morning. Draco shrugged out of his shirt and reached for his belt buckle. He paused as Potter skimmed off his trousers and pushed his pants down.
Draco swayed on his feet. Fishnick was right; Potter's cock was impressive. He seemed proud of it, too, the smug prick.
Potter gestured at his erection. "I can't wait to drill you with this," he murmured.
Draco couldn't wait, either. He hastened to remove the rest of his clothing, then draped himself across his bed. He waited until Potter joined him before grabbing a bottle of lubricant and handing it to Potter. Draco then endured the torture of Potter preparing him.
"Just...get on with it!" Draco blurted. He was not begging.
"I need to make certain you're ready," Potter responded. "I am a tad larger than the average centaur."
"I don't care," Draco gritted. He was too wound up to call Potter to task for comparing himself to a centaur. "I need you in me. Now!"
Potter smirked at him and withdrew his fingers. He rose to his knees, and Draco spread his legs wider. Potter delayed the inevitable by smearing the excess lube over the head of his cock.
"Pot-ter," Draco growled.
Potter dropped forward, catching himself with one hand planted by Draco's shoulder. With the other, he guided himself to Draco's needy hole. At the first prod, Draco held his breath. As Potter eased forward, Draco gritted his teeth. His body stretched to accommodate Potter, and it burned. When the head of Potter's cock finally penetrated him completely, Draco groaned. Potter stopped pushing in, but he moved his hips in a slow, circular motion that drove Draco mad with want. He lifted up.
"More," Draco demanded. Potter thrust in hard, and Draco's eyes rolled back in his head.
~*~
Harry thrust in hard, groaning at the sensation of sinking into Malfoy's hot, tight hole. Malfoy was snug and silky and so very eager for it. Harry had tried to take care, mindful of his size, but Malfoy seemed to be enjoying himself. When Harry could hold back no longer, he began fucking Malfoy for all he was worth. Malfoy's hips rose to meet him, and the two of them quickly established a steady tempo of surging together and drawing apart.
Harry wasn't sure how long he was going to last. He could only hope that Malfoy would welcome another shag or three after this first one. Harry planned to take Malfoy from behind next time, so he could watch his thick cock stretch Malfoy's rim...
Harry mentally shoved the fantasy aside, lest he shoot too soon. He had to see to Malfoy's pleasure first, if he had any chance of topping him again. Harry balanced on one hand, hips still pistoning between Malfoy's legs, and worked his other hand between them to grasp Malfoy's cock.
"Ungh," Malfoy moaned.
Harry gasped as Malfoy clenched even tighter around him. He began jacking Malfoy in tandem with his thrusts. Malfoy got loud...very loud. Harry took that as a good sign and put more effort into it.
"Oh fuck...oh Potter...fuck Potter...fuckPotterFUCK!"
Malfoy arched up beneath Harry, body twisting, cock spurting and hole spasming as he came undone. It was fantastic. Harry actually paused in his thrusting to admire Malfoy caught up in the throes of orgasm. Malfoy exhaled shakily and sank back to the bed, body still twitching and trembling.
Harry lurched into motion once more, drilling Malfoy as he'd longed to do. He thrust in twice more and threw his head back as he came. A lusty shout erupted from Harry's throat as he emptied himself inside of Malfoy's quivering body. Harry slumped on top of Malfoy, leaving them tangled in a damp, sated heap.
Malfoy whispered something.
"Sorry?" Harry mumbled.
"Fucking amazing," Malfoy sighed in Harry's ear.
Harry allowed himself a smug smile. "No," he said, "that was amazing fucking."