Delayed Dinner
Title: Delayed Dinner
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1410
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 yellow_jubilee, who asked for an update to Club Coquette
Summary: Draco's lover suggests dinner, but they end up having dessert first.
"Get cleaned up, and I'll take you to dinner."
Draco blinked at his lover from behind his mask. "Dinner?" he repeated, wincing as he realized how inane he sounded.
The stranger chuckled and levered himself off of Draco. "It seems all I do when you visit the club is fuck you," he said. "I don't want you to get the impression I'm easy."
Draco couldn't help but laugh. "I could say the same," he remarked. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the sofa. Fluid dribbled from his body, soiling his skirt and the cushion he sat on.
"You may use the shower in the guest room," said the man. "I promise I won't sneak a peek at you. I'll also get you some clean clothing to wear."
A shower did sound heavenly. Draco got to his feet, swaying slightly until his lover steadied him.
"I love knowing you're still weak in the knees from my loving," the man murmured.
Draco purposefully did not dwell on the word loving. He made his way to the spare bedroom and went immediately to the en suite. Draco removed his mask and raked a hand through his disheveled hair. He kicked off his boots, stepped out of his skirt, and took off his corset. Draco sighed in relief. He rolled his stockings down and removed them before locating a cupboard filled with fluffy towels.
Draco opened the shower and turned on the taps. He stepped inside and moaned in pleasure as hot water cascaded over his body, soothing sore muscles and sluicing away the evidence of recent sex. Draco lingered longer in the shower than he should have, but he didn't regret it. He toweled himself dry, then cautiously peeked into the bedroom to be sure he was still alone. There was a pile of clothing on the bed, and Draco padded into the bedroom to see what his lover had left for him.
Draco picked up the garment and shook it out. It was a black cocktail dress that would look smashing with his red and black mask. The dress would fall above his knees, and it featured a scandalous slit up one side. The neckline appeared modest, which surprised Draco. However, when he turned the dress around, he saw that the back of it plunged. Draco wondered if the cleft of his arse would be visible while he wore the garment, and he shivered at the implication.
Along with the dress, there was a new pair of black stockings and a red glass plug that featured several intriguing nodules. Draco's cock reacted to the plug, and he had to take a moment to compose himself. It wouldn't do to go to dinner with a hard-on tenting the front of his dress.
Draco used some lubricant he found in the bathroom cupboard and inserted the plug. He hummed at the sensation of the nobby glass sliding into place. Next, Draco drew his stockings up, then slipped the dress over his head. He turned to look at his reflection in the mirror. The back of the dress didn't quite dip low enough to reveal his cleft, but it left most of his back bare. Draco loved the way the garment looked on him. Finally, he put his mask on, stepped into his ankle boots, and exited the bedroom.
Draco put a bit of extra sway into his hips when he returned to the living room, where his lover awaited him. He smiled at the man's expression and did a slow turn, displaying his naked back in the black cocktail dress.
The stranger walked closer, halting within an arm's reach of Draco. "I underestimated your appeal in that dress," he said. "Turn around."
Draco did as instructed, turning his back to his lover. He trembled slightly when the man's warm hands settled on his shoulders and slid downward, stroking Draco's bare skin. When the hem of his dress began inching up, Draco turned his head to peer at his lover over one shoulder. "You promised me dinner," he said.
"I have decided to have dessert first," said the stranger. He nudged Draco towards the sofa and pressed between Draco's shoulder blades.
Draco took the unsubtle hint and bent over the sofa, bracing his hands on the arm of it. He held his breath as his lover pushed the hem of his dress up until it bunched at his waist. Draco reacted by widening his stance, spreading his legs for the stranger. A low moan rumbled from Draco's throat when the man grasped the protruding handle of the plug and twisted it. All of the glass nubs stroked and stimulated Draco's inner walls, making him weak in the knees.
"Please," he gasped.
His lover partially withdrew the plug before plunging it back in. He didn't allow Draco any time to process the sensation; instead, he began to fuck Draco with the plug, thrusting and twisting it until Draco was mewling and bucking.
"Do you want to come like this?" the stranger asked.
No, Draco wanted his lover's cock in him, but he was too close to think straight. He was overwhelmed with the need to come. "Please," he whimpered again.
"Pull your dress up so you don't soil it," said the man. "We're going out to dinner just as soon as we take the edge off of our desire."
Draco fumbled through his task, but he finally succeeded in tugging the front of his dress up and out of the way of his jutting cock. The stranger resumed ruthlessly fucking Draco with the plug, plunging it in and dragging it out, twisting it inside of Draco and repeating the process until Draco threw his head back and climaxed with a loud wail of pleasure.
As Draco slumped forward, panting and quivering in the aftermath, the plug was withdrawn from his body. Draco's rim clenched, as if reluctant to release it. When it was gone, his hole spasmed, leaving Draco feeling empty and bereft.
He wasn't empty for long.
The man lowered his zip and brought his cock to Draco's entrance. He thrust home, stretching and filling Draco and dragging another cry from Draco's throat. Draco's cock released another small spurt, and his arms began to shake. He wasn't sure he could hold himself up any longer.
As if sensing Draco's dilemma, the stranger snaked an arm around Draco's waist to anchor him in place. He drove in as deeply as possible, pulled back, and drove in again. The man seemed intent on his own pleasure now. He pounded into Draco's hole, over and over, driving Draco's breath from his lungs in staccato pants.
Draco could only tighten his grip on the arm of the sofa and hang on. He was helpless to do anything but accept the bold thrusts of his lover's cock. The fabric of the stranger's trousers rubbed the soft skin of Draco's inner thighs, while his lover's coarse pubic hair abraded the tender skin of Draco's arse. Sex with this man was a feast of carnal delights.
The stranger drove in four more times before he came with a low noise that was part growl, part groan. He filled Draco with the hot pulses of his release, then petted Draco's naked back with trembling fingers. Finally, the man sighed and uncoupled them. He kept one hand firmly in the center of Draco's back when he stepped away.
Draco shivered at the sudden loss of warmth. He remained in position, however, bent over the sofa while holding up the hem of his dress. Draco flinched when something cool and hard prodded his loosened entrance.
"Relax, Cinderella," crooned the man. "I'm giving you your glass plug back." The stranger inserted the plug once more, then smoothed Draco's dress down to cover his arse. He drew Draco up to stand and turned him so they faced one another.
"I like the idea of that plug keeping my come inside of you," the man murmured. "Are you ready to go to dinner now, Cinderella?"
Aching Arousal
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1410
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 yellow_jubilee, who asked for an update to Club Coquette
Summary: Draco's lover suggests dinner, but they end up having dessert first.
"Get cleaned up, and I'll take you to dinner."
Draco blinked at his lover from behind his mask. "Dinner?" he repeated, wincing as he realized how inane he sounded.
The stranger chuckled and levered himself off of Draco. "It seems all I do when you visit the club is fuck you," he said. "I don't want you to get the impression I'm easy."
Draco couldn't help but laugh. "I could say the same," he remarked. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the sofa. Fluid dribbled from his body, soiling his skirt and the cushion he sat on.
"You may use the shower in the guest room," said the man. "I promise I won't sneak a peek at you. I'll also get you some clean clothing to wear."
A shower did sound heavenly. Draco got to his feet, swaying slightly until his lover steadied him.
"I love knowing you're still weak in the knees from my loving," the man murmured.
Draco purposefully did not dwell on the word loving. He made his way to the spare bedroom and went immediately to the en suite. Draco removed his mask and raked a hand through his disheveled hair. He kicked off his boots, stepped out of his skirt, and took off his corset. Draco sighed in relief. He rolled his stockings down and removed them before locating a cupboard filled with fluffy towels.
Draco opened the shower and turned on the taps. He stepped inside and moaned in pleasure as hot water cascaded over his body, soothing sore muscles and sluicing away the evidence of recent sex. Draco lingered longer in the shower than he should have, but he didn't regret it. He toweled himself dry, then cautiously peeked into the bedroom to be sure he was still alone. There was a pile of clothing on the bed, and Draco padded into the bedroom to see what his lover had left for him.
Draco picked up the garment and shook it out. It was a black cocktail dress that would look smashing with his red and black mask. The dress would fall above his knees, and it featured a scandalous slit up one side. The neckline appeared modest, which surprised Draco. However, when he turned the dress around, he saw that the back of it plunged. Draco wondered if the cleft of his arse would be visible while he wore the garment, and he shivered at the implication.
Along with the dress, there was a new pair of black stockings and a red glass plug that featured several intriguing nodules. Draco's cock reacted to the plug, and he had to take a moment to compose himself. It wouldn't do to go to dinner with a hard-on tenting the front of his dress.
Draco used some lubricant he found in the bathroom cupboard and inserted the plug. He hummed at the sensation of the nobby glass sliding into place. Next, Draco drew his stockings up, then slipped the dress over his head. He turned to look at his reflection in the mirror. The back of the dress didn't quite dip low enough to reveal his cleft, but it left most of his back bare. Draco loved the way the garment looked on him. Finally, he put his mask on, stepped into his ankle boots, and exited the bedroom.
Draco put a bit of extra sway into his hips when he returned to the living room, where his lover awaited him. He smiled at the man's expression and did a slow turn, displaying his naked back in the black cocktail dress.
The stranger walked closer, halting within an arm's reach of Draco. "I underestimated your appeal in that dress," he said. "Turn around."
Draco did as instructed, turning his back to his lover. He trembled slightly when the man's warm hands settled on his shoulders and slid downward, stroking Draco's bare skin. When the hem of his dress began inching up, Draco turned his head to peer at his lover over one shoulder. "You promised me dinner," he said.
"I have decided to have dessert first," said the stranger. He nudged Draco towards the sofa and pressed between Draco's shoulder blades.
Draco took the unsubtle hint and bent over the sofa, bracing his hands on the arm of it. He held his breath as his lover pushed the hem of his dress up until it bunched at his waist. Draco reacted by widening his stance, spreading his legs for the stranger. A low moan rumbled from Draco's throat when the man grasped the protruding handle of the plug and twisted it. All of the glass nubs stroked and stimulated Draco's inner walls, making him weak in the knees.
"Please," he gasped.
His lover partially withdrew the plug before plunging it back in. He didn't allow Draco any time to process the sensation; instead, he began to fuck Draco with the plug, thrusting and twisting it until Draco was mewling and bucking.
"Do you want to come like this?" the stranger asked.
No, Draco wanted his lover's cock in him, but he was too close to think straight. He was overwhelmed with the need to come. "Please," he whimpered again.
"Pull your dress up so you don't soil it," said the man. "We're going out to dinner just as soon as we take the edge off of our desire."
Draco fumbled through his task, but he finally succeeded in tugging the front of his dress up and out of the way of his jutting cock. The stranger resumed ruthlessly fucking Draco with the plug, plunging it in and dragging it out, twisting it inside of Draco and repeating the process until Draco threw his head back and climaxed with a loud wail of pleasure.
As Draco slumped forward, panting and quivering in the aftermath, the plug was withdrawn from his body. Draco's rim clenched, as if reluctant to release it. When it was gone, his hole spasmed, leaving Draco feeling empty and bereft.
He wasn't empty for long.
The man lowered his zip and brought his cock to Draco's entrance. He thrust home, stretching and filling Draco and dragging another cry from Draco's throat. Draco's cock released another small spurt, and his arms began to shake. He wasn't sure he could hold himself up any longer.
As if sensing Draco's dilemma, the stranger snaked an arm around Draco's waist to anchor him in place. He drove in as deeply as possible, pulled back, and drove in again. The man seemed intent on his own pleasure now. He pounded into Draco's hole, over and over, driving Draco's breath from his lungs in staccato pants.
Draco could only tighten his grip on the arm of the sofa and hang on. He was helpless to do anything but accept the bold thrusts of his lover's cock. The fabric of the stranger's trousers rubbed the soft skin of Draco's inner thighs, while his lover's coarse pubic hair abraded the tender skin of Draco's arse. Sex with this man was a feast of carnal delights.
The stranger drove in four more times before he came with a low noise that was part growl, part groan. He filled Draco with the hot pulses of his release, then petted Draco's naked back with trembling fingers. Finally, the man sighed and uncoupled them. He kept one hand firmly in the center of Draco's back when he stepped away.
Draco shivered at the sudden loss of warmth. He remained in position, however, bent over the sofa while holding up the hem of his dress. Draco flinched when something cool and hard prodded his loosened entrance.
"Relax, Cinderella," crooned the man. "I'm giving you your glass plug back." The stranger inserted the plug once more, then smoothed Draco's dress down to cover his arse. He drew Draco up to stand and turned him so they faced one another.
"I like the idea of that plug keeping my come inside of you," the man murmured. "Are you ready to go to dinner now, Cinderella?"
Aching Arousal