Carnal Carriage
Title: 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: 1250
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 xchubbycheeks, who asked for an update to Club Coquette
Summary: If the carriage is rocking, don't come knocking.
Draco leaned against the exterior wall of the restaurant, awaiting his lover's return. The man had gone inside to request a carriage for them. Draco shifted, aware of the ache his lover had pounded deep inside of him. He still tingled from the stranger's possession, yet Draco's cock was stirring slightly beneath the hem of his short dress. With a little foreplay, he could be ready for another round of sex.
Draco straightened with a wince when his lover emerged from the restaurant.
"The carriage will arrive soon," said the man. He gathered Draco into his arms and drew him close. Draco went willingly, pressing himself against his lover's chest. The man's hands began stroking Draco's bare back, sending a delighted shiver through him.
"Are you cold, Cinderella?"
"No," Draco replied. He angled his head and flicked his tongue out for a taste of his lover's throat. This time, it was the stranger who quivered.
"You are insatiable, Cinderella," breathed the man. "I may have to call on the gladiators," he said. "Perhaps the three of us, combined, can finally satisfy you."
Draco imagined himself at the receiving end of the amorous attentions of all three blokes, and he moaned as his cock swelled further.
"Does that mean you wish to engage in a mènage a quatre?" teased the stranger.
"It sounds delightful," said Draco, "but I prefer to have you all to myself."
"One of these evenings, we will view a mènage," said the man. "Would you like that, Cinderella?"
"Mm, yes," Draco replied, nuzzling his lover's neck. A clatter of hooves drew Draco's attention, and he turned his head. An elegant black carriage pulled up, drawn by an equally elegant gray horse. The driver was outfitted in a red uniform, with bright gold buttons and a black top hat. He tipped his hat and waited politely, while the horse tossed its head and pawed at the pavement.
"Your carriage awaits, Cinderella," said the masked stranger. He led Draco to the conveyance and helped him climb in.
Draco sank down on the plush seat and gazed about himself in wonder. "This is certainly luxurious," he commented as his lover joined him. The driver twitched the reins, and the carriage lurched into motion as the horse set out at a sedate walk.
The stranger drew Draco against his side, and Draco found himself enjoying the casual intimacy. "This is rather romantic," he said.
"It can become raunchy and risque, if you prefer," said the stranger.
Draco's cock stiffened further. "Do tell," he murmured. There wasn't much room for maneuvering inside the carriage.
"You can ride my cock, Cinderella."
Draco's heart raced. Riding this man's cock had become his new favorite pastime. Draco grew bold, unbuttoning the stranger's fly and tugging the zip down. He reached inside and closed his fingers around the man's thick shaft. Draco's rim gave an eager flutter. He shouldn't be ready for sex again so soon, but there was something about this place and this man that held Draco in a near-constant state of sexual readiness.
Draco withdrew his lover's cock and stroked it from base to tip.
"Ride me, Cinderella."
Draco pulled the hem of his dress up, baring himself from the top of his thigh-high stockings to his waist. He scooted closer, slinging one long leg over his lover's lap before rising to straddle the man with his back to the stranger's chest.
"Help me," Draco whispered. He felt his lover reach between them to position his cock at Draco's entrance. Draco lowered himself, sinking down and taking the man's thick shaft into his body. Draco's rim was still loose from their most recent shag, but he was tender as well. The initial penetration stung, and he paused once his arse was nestled on the stranger's lap.
The man's arms wrapped around Draco from behind, and he pulled Draco back to rest against his chest. "Are you comfortable, Cinderella?" he asked.
Draco could only muster a contented hum. The rocking of the carriage was causing their bodies to undulate just enough to provide a delicious friction. Draco relaxed, enjoying the solid strength of his lover's chest behind him, and the swollen length of the stranger's cock inside of him.
"You're not going to fall asleep, are you?"
Draco smiled at the question, then gasped when clever fingers delved beneath the hem of his rucked up dress to grasp his cock. His hips twitched forward, earning a groan from his lover. The man stroked Draco's cock from root to tip in retaliation, and a soft mewl of pleasure escaped Draco's lips.
"You're going to have to do all of the work, Cinderella."
Draco sat upright. He braced one hand on the open window frame and the other in front of him and slowly raised himself. His inner muscles contracted as if reluctant to release the stranger's cock. Draco dropped back down, moaning in pleasure as he was filled again.
"Is it too much for you, Cinderella?"
"Not enough," Draco replied as he raised and lowered himself again. It could never be enough, not with this man. Draco repeated the up and down motion, over and over again, faster and faster.
The carriage jounced with the erratic movement, and anyone they passed would be able to tell that the occupants were engaged in carnal activities. Draco was too lost in the moment to care. He was conscious only of the desire to work himself on his lover's cock as the man's skilled hand stroked his sensitive flesh. A delicious, tingling tightness gathered itself in Draco's balls and spread to his lower back. He slammed down and twisted on the stranger's lap. At the same time, his lover gave Draco's cock a squeeze, and Draco tumbled into ecstasy. A loud cry emanated from his throat as his body arched and spasmed.
When it was over, Draco could only slump back against the stranger and pant for breath.
"Are you going to leave me hanging, Cinderella?"
Draco was certain he no longer had the strength to bounce up and down on his lover's cock. He wriggled in place and clenched his rim. The man's hips pushed against Draco's arse as he attempted to thrust in the cramped confines of the carriage. In moments, he growled his pleasure in Draco's ear as his cock pulsed inside of Draco's hole.
It was the stranger's turn to sigh and wilt back in his seat. Their bodies remained joined, and the gentle rocking of the carriage was almost lulling. Draco was aware that he was still spread across his lover's thighs, and that his hiked up dress left him completely exposed. He didn't care. He was too well-shagged.
The carriage eventually came to a halt, and Draco groaned and sat up. He looked out of the open window to see they were at the edge of the gardens, within sight of the doors that Draco normally exited the Club from.
The man urged Draco to uncouple from him. Both of them sighed in regret. "You've had a busy night, Cinderella," said the stranger. "I'll walk you to the Floo, before you turn into a pumpkin."
Impassioned Inspiration
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: 1250
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 xchubbycheeks, who asked for an update to Club Coquette
Summary: If the carriage is rocking, don't come knocking.
Draco leaned against the exterior wall of the restaurant, awaiting his lover's return. The man had gone inside to request a carriage for them. Draco shifted, aware of the ache his lover had pounded deep inside of him. He still tingled from the stranger's possession, yet Draco's cock was stirring slightly beneath the hem of his short dress. With a little foreplay, he could be ready for another round of sex.
Draco straightened with a wince when his lover emerged from the restaurant.
"The carriage will arrive soon," said the man. He gathered Draco into his arms and drew him close. Draco went willingly, pressing himself against his lover's chest. The man's hands began stroking Draco's bare back, sending a delighted shiver through him.
"Are you cold, Cinderella?"
"No," Draco replied. He angled his head and flicked his tongue out for a taste of his lover's throat. This time, it was the stranger who quivered.
"You are insatiable, Cinderella," breathed the man. "I may have to call on the gladiators," he said. "Perhaps the three of us, combined, can finally satisfy you."
Draco imagined himself at the receiving end of the amorous attentions of all three blokes, and he moaned as his cock swelled further.
"Does that mean you wish to engage in a mènage a quatre?" teased the stranger.
"It sounds delightful," said Draco, "but I prefer to have you all to myself."
"One of these evenings, we will view a mènage," said the man. "Would you like that, Cinderella?"
"Mm, yes," Draco replied, nuzzling his lover's neck. A clatter of hooves drew Draco's attention, and he turned his head. An elegant black carriage pulled up, drawn by an equally elegant gray horse. The driver was outfitted in a red uniform, with bright gold buttons and a black top hat. He tipped his hat and waited politely, while the horse tossed its head and pawed at the pavement.
"Your carriage awaits, Cinderella," said the masked stranger. He led Draco to the conveyance and helped him climb in.
Draco sank down on the plush seat and gazed about himself in wonder. "This is certainly luxurious," he commented as his lover joined him. The driver twitched the reins, and the carriage lurched into motion as the horse set out at a sedate walk.
The stranger drew Draco against his side, and Draco found himself enjoying the casual intimacy. "This is rather romantic," he said.
"It can become raunchy and risque, if you prefer," said the stranger.
Draco's cock stiffened further. "Do tell," he murmured. There wasn't much room for maneuvering inside the carriage.
"You can ride my cock, Cinderella."
Draco's heart raced. Riding this man's cock had become his new favorite pastime. Draco grew bold, unbuttoning the stranger's fly and tugging the zip down. He reached inside and closed his fingers around the man's thick shaft. Draco's rim gave an eager flutter. He shouldn't be ready for sex again so soon, but there was something about this place and this man that held Draco in a near-constant state of sexual readiness.
Draco withdrew his lover's cock and stroked it from base to tip.
"Ride me, Cinderella."
Draco pulled the hem of his dress up, baring himself from the top of his thigh-high stockings to his waist. He scooted closer, slinging one long leg over his lover's lap before rising to straddle the man with his back to the stranger's chest.
"Help me," Draco whispered. He felt his lover reach between them to position his cock at Draco's entrance. Draco lowered himself, sinking down and taking the man's thick shaft into his body. Draco's rim was still loose from their most recent shag, but he was tender as well. The initial penetration stung, and he paused once his arse was nestled on the stranger's lap.
The man's arms wrapped around Draco from behind, and he pulled Draco back to rest against his chest. "Are you comfortable, Cinderella?" he asked.
Draco could only muster a contented hum. The rocking of the carriage was causing their bodies to undulate just enough to provide a delicious friction. Draco relaxed, enjoying the solid strength of his lover's chest behind him, and the swollen length of the stranger's cock inside of him.
"You're not going to fall asleep, are you?"
Draco smiled at the question, then gasped when clever fingers delved beneath the hem of his rucked up dress to grasp his cock. His hips twitched forward, earning a groan from his lover. The man stroked Draco's cock from root to tip in retaliation, and a soft mewl of pleasure escaped Draco's lips.
"You're going to have to do all of the work, Cinderella."
Draco sat upright. He braced one hand on the open window frame and the other in front of him and slowly raised himself. His inner muscles contracted as if reluctant to release the stranger's cock. Draco dropped back down, moaning in pleasure as he was filled again.
"Is it too much for you, Cinderella?"
"Not enough," Draco replied as he raised and lowered himself again. It could never be enough, not with this man. Draco repeated the up and down motion, over and over again, faster and faster.
The carriage jounced with the erratic movement, and anyone they passed would be able to tell that the occupants were engaged in carnal activities. Draco was too lost in the moment to care. He was conscious only of the desire to work himself on his lover's cock as the man's skilled hand stroked his sensitive flesh. A delicious, tingling tightness gathered itself in Draco's balls and spread to his lower back. He slammed down and twisted on the stranger's lap. At the same time, his lover gave Draco's cock a squeeze, and Draco tumbled into ecstasy. A loud cry emanated from his throat as his body arched and spasmed.
When it was over, Draco could only slump back against the stranger and pant for breath.
"Are you going to leave me hanging, Cinderella?"
Draco was certain he no longer had the strength to bounce up and down on his lover's cock. He wriggled in place and clenched his rim. The man's hips pushed against Draco's arse as he attempted to thrust in the cramped confines of the carriage. In moments, he growled his pleasure in Draco's ear as his cock pulsed inside of Draco's hole.
It was the stranger's turn to sigh and wilt back in his seat. Their bodies remained joined, and the gentle rocking of the carriage was almost lulling. Draco was aware that he was still spread across his lover's thighs, and that his hiked up dress left him completely exposed. He didn't care. He was too well-shagged.
The carriage eventually came to a halt, and Draco groaned and sat up. He looked out of the open window to see they were at the edge of the gardens, within sight of the doors that Draco normally exited the Club from.
The man urged Draco to uncouple from him. Both of them sighed in regret. "You've had a busy night, Cinderella," said the stranger. "I'll walk you to the Floo, before you turn into a pumpkin."
Impassioned Inspiration