Fic: Driven
Title: Driven
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, smut, slash
Word count: 1320
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for hd_365, in which the prompt was Anywhere but the bedroom.
Summary: Harry has planned a relaxing drive in the countryside, but is that all he has in mind?
"Why are we doing this again?"
Harry sighed. He'd been planning this outing for days now, and Draco was on the verge of ruining it with his complaints. "I just thought it would be nice to get away for an evening, spend some time together, relax."
Draco rolled his eyes. "We could have gone to the theater to do that," he remarked.
"Maybe I wanted you all to myself," gritted Harry.
"Really?" Draco beamed.
Harry felt the tension drain from his shoulders, and he glanced over and favored his lover with a smile. "Really," he confirmed.
Harry had rented a car, a Muggle automobile, and they were currently driving at a sedate pace over the winding roads of the countryside. He had arranged for them to leave work early so they could go for a drive. All he had wanted was to bundle Draco into the car and go for a nice, relaxing drive. That was Step One.
It was early evening, and the sun had nearly set, giving way to the darker tones of dusk. Although Harry had mapped out the route they would take, he had no particular destination in mind. The object of the trip was the trip itself. An opportunity to get out of the city, see some sights, and have Draco all to himself for awhile.
They hadn't encountered another vehicle for some time, and the homes in this area were few and far between. The scenery consisted mainly of hedgerows and livestock, but the sky was cloudless, and it promised to provide a beautifully starry backdrop for the return trip home.
Harry drove around a slight bend and pulled the car off the side of the road. He moved the gear into 'park' and turned off the ignition. This was Step Two.
Draco frowned. "Is there a problem?" he asked.
Harry merely shook his head. "I just wanted to get out and stretch my legs," he explained, putting words to action by unbuckling his safety belt and getting out of the car. He came around to Draco's side of the auto and opened his door. Draco cocked an eyebrow, but when Harry extended his hand, he undid his own safety belt and allowed his lover to draw him from the vehicle.
Placing a soft kiss on Draco's lips, Harry leaned back against the bonnet and drew Draco back against him, so that they were both facing the same direction. He wrapped his arms around his lover from behind and nuzzled his pale hair.
"Mmmm," they both sighed at the same time.
"It's beautiful out, isn't it?" whispered Harry.
"It really is," Draco admitted. "This was a splendid idea, Harry. I'm sorry if I put a damper on things."
The soft hoot of an owl sounded from nearby, and Draco chuckled. "Hedwig didn't follow us, did she?" he teased.
Harry laughed in response and turned Draco in his arms, pressing a languid kiss against his mouth. Commence Step Three.
They embraced in the moonlight, hands roaming familiar territory, lips sliding together, tongues twining playfully. Harry maneuvered Draco until the blond was flush against the car, and he continued to plunder his lover's mouth with increasing urgency.
Draco moaned and shifted, opening his legs, and Harry moved between them, rubbing his lower body against Draco's. His trousers were tight and straining, and he felt a thrill run through him at Draco's obvious erection. "I need you," he growled.
"Did...did you bring a blanket?" rasped Draco.
"We don't need a blanket when we have a backseat," grinned Harry. Grasping Draco's hand, he stepped to the rear of the car and opened the back door.
Draco peered doubtfully at the cramped interior. "It will be a tight squeeze," he said, dubiously.
"I'm counting on it," Harry leered, caressing Draco's bum.
"Harry!" Draco squeaked, before bursting into laughter. His mirth subsided as Harry's hands went to his trousers, undoing his belt and zip before sliding both trousers and pants down Draco's hips. Draco cooperated by toeing his shoes off and stepping out of his clothing.
Harry urged his semi-nude lover into the backseat, grinning wickedly as Draco gasped when his naked arse came in contact with cool leather. "I'll warm you in a minute, love," he promised. He pressed forward until Draco was fully reclined on the backseat. Harry followed, covering his lover's body with his own.
Draco drew his right leg up, bending it at the knee, and he allowed his left foot to drop to the floor. His legs were now spread as wide as he could manage in the confined area. Harry moved into the space he'd created and resumed kissing and fondling him until Draco was twisting anxiously on the seat and pleading for further intimacies. "Now, Harry. Please," he panted.
Harry reached down and fumbled on the floor, finally locating the tube of lubricant where it had rolled beneath the front seat. He flipped the cap expertly with one hand and squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers. Reaching between their bodies, he located the entrance to Draco's body and plunged two fingers inside. Draco keened and arched beneath him.
Harry stretched and lubricated Draco quickly, then undid his own trousers, allowing his cock to spring free in eager anticipation. He gripped his cock, smearing it with the remainder of the lube on his fingers, and guided himself into position. Draco encouraged him with breathy moans and clutching hands.
Harry's hips flexed forward, driving his length into Draco's snug heat. "Tight squeeze," gasped Harry on a breathless laugh.
Draco cried out in pleasure and wrapped both legs around his lover's waist. "Move," he demanded, arching his back to take more.
Harry obeyed, settling into a steady rhythm, thrusting smoothly, and striking Draco's prostate again and again. He relished the feel of Draco's inner muscles clenching along the length of his cock as his partner writhed beneath him in unabashed passion.
Draco gripped Harry's hips tightly with his thighs and reached down with one hand to grasp his lover's arse, urging him on. His other hand was pressed against the door behind him, in an effort to prevent his head from being banged into it repeatedly. Harry wasn't exactly being gentle, as he thrust into him vigorously over and over, but Draco wasn't complaining. To the contrary, this rough shag in the backseat of a Muggle car, while still semi-clothed, appealed to his more base nature, and he voiced his approval with enthusiasm.
"Har-der...Har-ry," he puffed, lifting his hips to meet each of his partner's downstrokes.
Harry complied, slamming into Draco's body with increasing force. He reached between them, grasping Draco's throbbing cock and tugging on it in time with his thrusts.
Draco's words of encouragement turned into a long, drawn out keen of pleasure as he climaxed. Harry thrust strongly once, twice, three more times before he came as well, spurting inside of Draco's quivering sheath, before he collapsed on top of his lover, spent and out of breath.
They lay together in the aftermath, until their panting breaths evened out and their heart rates slowed to normal.
"Harry?"
"Hmmmm?"
"You planned this, didn't you?" asked Draco, remembering the lube that had been conveniently waiting for Harry's use. He felt Harry smile against his neck.
"Do you mind?" countered Harry, rising onto his forearms to remove some of his weight from his lover.
"Do I look like I mind?" teased Draco.
Harry peered closely at him in the dark. "You certainly sound satisfied," he teased.
"Mmmm," Draco all but purred. He then shifted and winced slightly. "Harry," he said, "get off of me before I become permanently stuck to this leather seat."
Cross-posted to hd_365
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, smut, slash
Word count: 1320
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for hd_365, in which the prompt was Anywhere but the bedroom.
Summary: Harry has planned a relaxing drive in the countryside, but is that all he has in mind?
"Why are we doing this again?"
Harry sighed. He'd been planning this outing for days now, and Draco was on the verge of ruining it with his complaints. "I just thought it would be nice to get away for an evening, spend some time together, relax."
Draco rolled his eyes. "We could have gone to the theater to do that," he remarked.
"Maybe I wanted you all to myself," gritted Harry.
"Really?" Draco beamed.
Harry felt the tension drain from his shoulders, and he glanced over and favored his lover with a smile. "Really," he confirmed.
Harry had rented a car, a Muggle automobile, and they were currently driving at a sedate pace over the winding roads of the countryside. He had arranged for them to leave work early so they could go for a drive. All he had wanted was to bundle Draco into the car and go for a nice, relaxing drive. That was Step One.
It was early evening, and the sun had nearly set, giving way to the darker tones of dusk. Although Harry had mapped out the route they would take, he had no particular destination in mind. The object of the trip was the trip itself. An opportunity to get out of the city, see some sights, and have Draco all to himself for awhile.
They hadn't encountered another vehicle for some time, and the homes in this area were few and far between. The scenery consisted mainly of hedgerows and livestock, but the sky was cloudless, and it promised to provide a beautifully starry backdrop for the return trip home.
Harry drove around a slight bend and pulled the car off the side of the road. He moved the gear into 'park' and turned off the ignition. This was Step Two.
Draco frowned. "Is there a problem?" he asked.
Harry merely shook his head. "I just wanted to get out and stretch my legs," he explained, putting words to action by unbuckling his safety belt and getting out of the car. He came around to Draco's side of the auto and opened his door. Draco cocked an eyebrow, but when Harry extended his hand, he undid his own safety belt and allowed his lover to draw him from the vehicle.
Placing a soft kiss on Draco's lips, Harry leaned back against the bonnet and drew Draco back against him, so that they were both facing the same direction. He wrapped his arms around his lover from behind and nuzzled his pale hair.
"Mmmm," they both sighed at the same time.
"It's beautiful out, isn't it?" whispered Harry.
"It really is," Draco admitted. "This was a splendid idea, Harry. I'm sorry if I put a damper on things."
The soft hoot of an owl sounded from nearby, and Draco chuckled. "Hedwig didn't follow us, did she?" he teased.
Harry laughed in response and turned Draco in his arms, pressing a languid kiss against his mouth. Commence Step Three.
They embraced in the moonlight, hands roaming familiar territory, lips sliding together, tongues twining playfully. Harry maneuvered Draco until the blond was flush against the car, and he continued to plunder his lover's mouth with increasing urgency.
Draco moaned and shifted, opening his legs, and Harry moved between them, rubbing his lower body against Draco's. His trousers were tight and straining, and he felt a thrill run through him at Draco's obvious erection. "I need you," he growled.
"Did...did you bring a blanket?" rasped Draco.
"We don't need a blanket when we have a backseat," grinned Harry. Grasping Draco's hand, he stepped to the rear of the car and opened the back door.
Draco peered doubtfully at the cramped interior. "It will be a tight squeeze," he said, dubiously.
"I'm counting on it," Harry leered, caressing Draco's bum.
"Harry!" Draco squeaked, before bursting into laughter. His mirth subsided as Harry's hands went to his trousers, undoing his belt and zip before sliding both trousers and pants down Draco's hips. Draco cooperated by toeing his shoes off and stepping out of his clothing.
Harry urged his semi-nude lover into the backseat, grinning wickedly as Draco gasped when his naked arse came in contact with cool leather. "I'll warm you in a minute, love," he promised. He pressed forward until Draco was fully reclined on the backseat. Harry followed, covering his lover's body with his own.
Draco drew his right leg up, bending it at the knee, and he allowed his left foot to drop to the floor. His legs were now spread as wide as he could manage in the confined area. Harry moved into the space he'd created and resumed kissing and fondling him until Draco was twisting anxiously on the seat and pleading for further intimacies. "Now, Harry. Please," he panted.
Harry reached down and fumbled on the floor, finally locating the tube of lubricant where it had rolled beneath the front seat. He flipped the cap expertly with one hand and squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers. Reaching between their bodies, he located the entrance to Draco's body and plunged two fingers inside. Draco keened and arched beneath him.
Harry stretched and lubricated Draco quickly, then undid his own trousers, allowing his cock to spring free in eager anticipation. He gripped his cock, smearing it with the remainder of the lube on his fingers, and guided himself into position. Draco encouraged him with breathy moans and clutching hands.
Harry's hips flexed forward, driving his length into Draco's snug heat. "Tight squeeze," gasped Harry on a breathless laugh.
Draco cried out in pleasure and wrapped both legs around his lover's waist. "Move," he demanded, arching his back to take more.
Harry obeyed, settling into a steady rhythm, thrusting smoothly, and striking Draco's prostate again and again. He relished the feel of Draco's inner muscles clenching along the length of his cock as his partner writhed beneath him in unabashed passion.
Draco gripped Harry's hips tightly with his thighs and reached down with one hand to grasp his lover's arse, urging him on. His other hand was pressed against the door behind him, in an effort to prevent his head from being banged into it repeatedly. Harry wasn't exactly being gentle, as he thrust into him vigorously over and over, but Draco wasn't complaining. To the contrary, this rough shag in the backseat of a Muggle car, while still semi-clothed, appealed to his more base nature, and he voiced his approval with enthusiasm.
"Har-der...Har-ry," he puffed, lifting his hips to meet each of his partner's downstrokes.
Harry complied, slamming into Draco's body with increasing force. He reached between them, grasping Draco's throbbing cock and tugging on it in time with his thrusts.
Draco's words of encouragement turned into a long, drawn out keen of pleasure as he climaxed. Harry thrust strongly once, twice, three more times before he came as well, spurting inside of Draco's quivering sheath, before he collapsed on top of his lover, spent and out of breath.
They lay together in the aftermath, until their panting breaths evened out and their heart rates slowed to normal.
"Harry?"
"Hmmmm?"
"You planned this, didn't you?" asked Draco, remembering the lube that had been conveniently waiting for Harry's use. He felt Harry smile against his neck.
"Do you mind?" countered Harry, rising onto his forearms to remove some of his weight from his lover.
"Do I look like I mind?" teased Draco.
Harry peered closely at him in the dark. "You certainly sound satisfied," he teased.
"Mmmm," Draco all but purred. He then shifted and winced slightly. "Harry," he said, "get off of me before I become permanently stuck to this leather seat."
Cross-posted to hd_365