Aching Arousal
Title: 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: 1245
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for nathalieweasley, who asked for an update to Club Coquette
Summary: Draco isn't interested in dinner; he wants dessert again.
Draco found it difficult to sit still. His lover had brought him to a restaurant that was attached to the club. Draco thought it was incredible that the music from the dance floor couldn't be heard through the walls. He attributed it to excellent construction and superb silencing charms. The food was wonderful, and yet Draco fidgeted. His arse was still tender from a recent shag, but the plug the stranger had inserted into him was providing just enough stimulation to hold Draco on the edge of arousal. It didn't help that the man was sending smoldering looks at Draco across their small, intimate table.
Draco decided to use the situation to his advantage. He toed one black boot off beneath the table and moved his leg slowly forward. Draco halted his advance when his stockinged toes encountered his lover's leg.
The stranger paused with a forkful of food halfway to his mouth. His eyes fastened intently on Draco, and a sexy smile lifted the corners of his lips. "A game of footsie, Cinderella?" he teased.
Draco smiled back and slid his toes up beneath his lover's trouser leg. The man responded with a hum of pleasure, encouraging Draco further. Draco withdrew his foot and rubbed it up the length of the stranger's calf. He stopped moving his foot in favor of eating another bite of his own dinner.
"It's good to see you enjoying your meal," said the man. "You'll need your strength for later."
A fine tremor stole up Draco's spine at the promise of later, causing goosebumps to scatter across his naked back. His rim clenched around the plug that was inserted in his hole, and Draco bit back a moan of his own.
Draco swallowed and scooted forward in his chair. He then shifted his toes to his lover's inner thigh and began kneading the firm flesh there.
The stranger's fork clattered onto his plate, and he took a quick drink of wine. "Careful, Cinderella," he cautioned. "If you keep it up, you may find yourself bent over this table, getting fucked in front of the entire restaurant."
Draco's lips parted. The idea had merit, and he squirmed in his chair. Draco kept his foot where it was, wiggling his toes just enough to keep his lover from becoming too complacent. They continued eating in silence. Conversation required concentration, and neither one of them was capable of it at the moment.
Draco wanted to leave. He wanted to return to the stranger's suite and spread his legs for the man. Even a quickie in the garden, in full view of a hundred voyeurs, would be acceptable. Anything except this breathless anticipation and aching arousal. Draco decided to move things along. He scrunched forward another inch on his chair and planted his toes in his lover's crotch. The man visibly jumped, and Draco hid a smug grin.
"You've already had dessert, Cinderella."
Draco licked his lips and whispered, "I want more."
The stranger set his fork down and called for the checque.
~*~
They made it outside of the restaurant, but not much farther. The stranger grabbed Draco's arm and hustled him around the corner of the building before pushing Draco up against the wall.
Draco braced his weight on his forearms and shifted his feet back and spread his legs. Impatient hands grasped the hem of Draco's short dress and shoved it up, baring Draco's arse. The stranger plucked the plug out of Draco's hole, unzipped himself, and filled Draco again with his cock.
Draco threw his head back and cried out at the intensity of being split open by his lover's thick cock once more. No matter how many times they fucked like this, it would never be enough, could never be enough. Draco was hopelessly addicted to this man's brand of raw sex.
The stranger tightened his grip on Draco's hips, quite likely leaving fingerprint bruises. Draco didn't care. The dull pain only whetted his desire for his lover. Draco reveled in the knowledge that he could inspire this man to lose all control. The fact that they were fucking against a wall in a public setting, and drawing a crowd of titillated onlookers, was proof that the stranger was unable to resist Draco's allure.
Draco rewarded his lover by rolling his hips and clamping down hard on the man's cock. It garnered a groan of delight from the man, and it earned Draco a stinging slap to the arse.
"Naughty minx," growled the stranger. He smoothed his right hand over Draco's cheek, soothing the small hurt.
Draco didn't require soothing. What he needed was a good, hard fuck. He wanted to be pounded into submission by his lover's swollen cock. Draco wanted to ache afterward, and any bruises or hand prints were merely badges of honor that he had earned by driving the sexy stranger over the edge of reason.
Draco turned his head, shivering at the sight of his lover's clenched jaw. He tightened his inner muscles again and snarled, "Don't coddle me, fuck me!"
"As you wish, Cinderella."
That was all the warning Draco got before his lover really put his back into it, slamming his cock into Draco's wet hole over and over and over again. When the man reached around and took Draco's prick in hand, Draco lost the last of his own control. His mouth fell open, and he began shouting aloud in pleasure each time his lover drove in deep and fisted Draco's cock. Draco's fingers scrabbled at the wall in front of him. Had he been on his back, he would have been clawing at his lover's back in the throes of passion.
The stranger thrust in hard and twisted his hips. At the same time, he pushed his thumb against the slit at the tip of Draco's cock. Draco fell over the edge, his enraptured cries echoing off of the stone wall as he climaxed. His lover's hand continued milking Draco's cock until Draco slumped against the wall with a final whimper.
The man released Draco's softening prick and resumed his two-handed grip on Draco's hips instead. He held Draco there, forcing him to accept the plundering strokes of his cock. He thrust in three, four more times and erupted inside of Draco with a throaty growl. Draco smiled in satisfaction as his lover filled him with his release. He did so enjoy wringing this man's pleasure from him.
Their audience drifted away.
Draco felt the stranger's cock soften and slip free from him. He stayed where he was, wilted against the wall, not trusting that his shaking legs could hold him. Trembling fingers tugged Draco's dress into place once more, covering his ravaged arse from the view of any remaining voyeurs.
"Do you require some assistance, Cinderella?"
Draco was too well-sated to take offense. "Just give me a moment," he muttered.
The man laughed and tugged Draco away from the wall. He held onto Draco long enough to make sure Draco was steady on his feet.
"Can you walk, or shall I summon a carriage?" asked the stranger.
Draco's head lifted. "There are carriages here?!"
Carnal Carriage
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: 1245
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for nathalieweasley, who asked for an update to Club Coquette
Summary: Draco isn't interested in dinner; he wants dessert again.
Draco found it difficult to sit still. His lover had brought him to a restaurant that was attached to the club. Draco thought it was incredible that the music from the dance floor couldn't be heard through the walls. He attributed it to excellent construction and superb silencing charms. The food was wonderful, and yet Draco fidgeted. His arse was still tender from a recent shag, but the plug the stranger had inserted into him was providing just enough stimulation to hold Draco on the edge of arousal. It didn't help that the man was sending smoldering looks at Draco across their small, intimate table.
Draco decided to use the situation to his advantage. He toed one black boot off beneath the table and moved his leg slowly forward. Draco halted his advance when his stockinged toes encountered his lover's leg.
The stranger paused with a forkful of food halfway to his mouth. His eyes fastened intently on Draco, and a sexy smile lifted the corners of his lips. "A game of footsie, Cinderella?" he teased.
Draco smiled back and slid his toes up beneath his lover's trouser leg. The man responded with a hum of pleasure, encouraging Draco further. Draco withdrew his foot and rubbed it up the length of the stranger's calf. He stopped moving his foot in favor of eating another bite of his own dinner.
"It's good to see you enjoying your meal," said the man. "You'll need your strength for later."
A fine tremor stole up Draco's spine at the promise of later, causing goosebumps to scatter across his naked back. His rim clenched around the plug that was inserted in his hole, and Draco bit back a moan of his own.
Draco swallowed and scooted forward in his chair. He then shifted his toes to his lover's inner thigh and began kneading the firm flesh there.
The stranger's fork clattered onto his plate, and he took a quick drink of wine. "Careful, Cinderella," he cautioned. "If you keep it up, you may find yourself bent over this table, getting fucked in front of the entire restaurant."
Draco's lips parted. The idea had merit, and he squirmed in his chair. Draco kept his foot where it was, wiggling his toes just enough to keep his lover from becoming too complacent. They continued eating in silence. Conversation required concentration, and neither one of them was capable of it at the moment.
Draco wanted to leave. He wanted to return to the stranger's suite and spread his legs for the man. Even a quickie in the garden, in full view of a hundred voyeurs, would be acceptable. Anything except this breathless anticipation and aching arousal. Draco decided to move things along. He scrunched forward another inch on his chair and planted his toes in his lover's crotch. The man visibly jumped, and Draco hid a smug grin.
"You've already had dessert, Cinderella."
Draco licked his lips and whispered, "I want more."
The stranger set his fork down and called for the checque.
~*~
They made it outside of the restaurant, but not much farther. The stranger grabbed Draco's arm and hustled him around the corner of the building before pushing Draco up against the wall.
Draco braced his weight on his forearms and shifted his feet back and spread his legs. Impatient hands grasped the hem of Draco's short dress and shoved it up, baring Draco's arse. The stranger plucked the plug out of Draco's hole, unzipped himself, and filled Draco again with his cock.
Draco threw his head back and cried out at the intensity of being split open by his lover's thick cock once more. No matter how many times they fucked like this, it would never be enough, could never be enough. Draco was hopelessly addicted to this man's brand of raw sex.
The stranger tightened his grip on Draco's hips, quite likely leaving fingerprint bruises. Draco didn't care. The dull pain only whetted his desire for his lover. Draco reveled in the knowledge that he could inspire this man to lose all control. The fact that they were fucking against a wall in a public setting, and drawing a crowd of titillated onlookers, was proof that the stranger was unable to resist Draco's allure.
Draco rewarded his lover by rolling his hips and clamping down hard on the man's cock. It garnered a groan of delight from the man, and it earned Draco a stinging slap to the arse.
"Naughty minx," growled the stranger. He smoothed his right hand over Draco's cheek, soothing the small hurt.
Draco didn't require soothing. What he needed was a good, hard fuck. He wanted to be pounded into submission by his lover's swollen cock. Draco wanted to ache afterward, and any bruises or hand prints were merely badges of honor that he had earned by driving the sexy stranger over the edge of reason.
Draco turned his head, shivering at the sight of his lover's clenched jaw. He tightened his inner muscles again and snarled, "Don't coddle me, fuck me!"
"As you wish, Cinderella."
That was all the warning Draco got before his lover really put his back into it, slamming his cock into Draco's wet hole over and over and over again. When the man reached around and took Draco's prick in hand, Draco lost the last of his own control. His mouth fell open, and he began shouting aloud in pleasure each time his lover drove in deep and fisted Draco's cock. Draco's fingers scrabbled at the wall in front of him. Had he been on his back, he would have been clawing at his lover's back in the throes of passion.
The stranger thrust in hard and twisted his hips. At the same time, he pushed his thumb against the slit at the tip of Draco's cock. Draco fell over the edge, his enraptured cries echoing off of the stone wall as he climaxed. His lover's hand continued milking Draco's cock until Draco slumped against the wall with a final whimper.
The man released Draco's softening prick and resumed his two-handed grip on Draco's hips instead. He held Draco there, forcing him to accept the plundering strokes of his cock. He thrust in three, four more times and erupted inside of Draco with a throaty growl. Draco smiled in satisfaction as his lover filled him with his release. He did so enjoy wringing this man's pleasure from him.
Their audience drifted away.
Draco felt the stranger's cock soften and slip free from him. He stayed where he was, wilted against the wall, not trusting that his shaking legs could hold him. Trembling fingers tugged Draco's dress into place once more, covering his ravaged arse from the view of any remaining voyeurs.
"Do you require some assistance, Cinderella?"
Draco was too well-sated to take offense. "Just give me a moment," he muttered.
The man laughed and tugged Draco away from the wall. He held onto Draco long enough to make sure Draco was steady on his feet.
"Can you walk, or shall I summon a carriage?" asked the stranger.
Draco's head lifted. "There are carriages here?!"
Carnal Carriage