DracoTopsHarry Fest Fic: Wererotica
Title: Wererotica
Author: enchanted_jae
Prompt Number: PROMPT #76
Summary: Harry is the proud owner of Wererotica, which specializes in werewolf porn. He and Malfoy have been creating werewolf porn of their own to sell, but what happens when they shag in human form?
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature fic
Word Count: 2100
Author's Notes: A big thank you to my beta, jake67jake!
Harry strode through Knockturn Alley, curling his lip at anyone who was foolish enough to meet his hard gaze. A simple sneer from him persuaded such fools to lower their eyes and scurry away. Harry strutted to his shop and unlocked the door. He left the "Closed" sign in the window as he turned on the lights and began getting ready for business.
Harry owned and operated a porn shop, although it was registered as 'a shop specializing in the need for mature entertainment for the discerning werewolf'.
Harry knew that werewolves needed that sort of release, because he was one of them. He'd been bitten on only his second mission as an Auror. Harry was relieved of his duties, because werewolves were too unpredictable to serve as Aurors. After moping around and feeling sorry for himself, Harry took charge of his life and opened his shop. Business increased rapidly, and now Harry was doing very well for himself.
Harry had to admit that even he was surprised by how well Wererotica was flourishing. What surprised him most of all, however, was the clientele. What Harry didn't realize when he opened his shop was how much of a kink werewolf porn was with the general wizarding populace.
Harry found the avarice annoying. Werewolves were not accepted into polite wizarding society, yet many of those same wizards and witches got turned on by viewing wererotica. Harry had enough business sense to keep his opinions to himself. Everyone was welcome to spend money in his establishment. One patron in particular was more welcome than the others, even if Harry would rather gnaw off his own paw than admit to it.
Harry finished getting ready for business. He strode to the door and flipped the sign over to "Open", even though very few people actually entered the shop through the front door. Harry crossed to his Floo and opened it, knowing that most of his customers would choose to access the shop in that manner. Many of them would be wearing a glamour, as well. Harry didn't care, so long as no one tried to cause trouble.
Business was brisk that morning, and Harry's stomach was grumbling by the time he ushered a final customer from the shop and turned the sign over to "Closed." Harry went to his private office in back, intending to enjoy a leisurely lunch while sorting through some new visual aids. He'd probably need to indulge in a wank after viewing the material, but as his own boss, Harry could afford to take as long as he wanted for his break.
Harry reached his office and paused with his hand hovering over the door knob. A subtle scent teased at his nostrils, and Harry drew in a deep breath. As a werewolf, his sense of smell was enhanced, and what Harry smelled pleased him mightily. It was the scent of another male werewolf, an alpha in his prime, and one whom Harry was intimately familiar with.
Harry's muscles tightened and his cock hardened. He doubted he'd be viewing any porn over his lunch, not when he could enjoy the real thing.
Harry opened the door. "Malfoy," he greeted. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Draco Malfoy graced the sofa in Harry's office, lean body sprawled in elegant repose. His eyes caressed Harry's body, lingering at Harry's groin. Malfoy smirked. "You owe me some galleons," he said.
Harry tensed in anticipation. If Malfoy was spoiling for a fight, the sex would be a bit of rough. Harry liked rough. He countered Malfoy's statement with an offhand, "I pay you every two weeks, not once a week, Malfoy."
Not long after Harry opened his shop, Malfoy had dropped in. Harry knew that Malfoy was a werewolf, but he hadn't realized how his own wolf would react in Malfoy's presence. The two of them had shifted and shagged in Harry's office, with Harry surrendering to Malfoy like a submissive beta. Later, Harry's human self was annoyed, but his wolf was utterly, wantonly satisfied.
Another thing Harry hadn't anticipated was that his camera had gotten jostled in the melee, and it had taken several photos of their frenzied mating. Harry paid other werewolves for erotic photos of themselves, but he hadn't realized he'd offered some of his own tryst with Malfoy until several of the photos were snapped up by slavering clientele. Since then, Harry had convinced Malfoy to supply their adoring public with more wererotica. Both of them benefited, and since no one knew it was them they continued shagging and creating their own porn for sale.
"I'm going out tonight, Potter," said Malfoy.
"Hot date?" jeered Harry. The thought annoyed him, which surprised Harry. He and Malfoy fucked on occasion. End of story.
"Jealous?" taunted Malfoy.
Harry shook his head. "Curious."
Malfoy stood up slowly, smirking at Harry. "Perhaps you need a good shag to put you in a more agreeable mood."
Harry's body reacted with a throb of lust. Perversely, his physical response irked him all the more. "Perhaps you need to leave," he growled. "I have a business to run."
Barely were the snarky words out of Harry's mouth before Malfoy grabbed him by the collar of his jumper and slammed Harry into the wall of his office.
"You're mouthy in this form," Malfoy rumbled. "I like it."
Malfoy had a point. Harry was very submissive as a wolf. As a human, however, he refused to back down from any fight. Harry tried to shove Malfoy away from him. "Geroff!" he snarled.
Malfoy stumbled, but he refused to relinquish his grip on Harry's jumper. "What are you afraid of, Potter?"
"I'm not afraid of you, Malfoy," snapped Harry. He lashed out, succeeding in knocking one of Malfoy's hands away.
Harry's defiance seemed to anger Malfoy, and he pushed Harry again. Harry tripped over the leg of his desk chair and fell back. His hands closed around Malfoy's arms, dragging Malfoy down to the floor with him. Malfoy landed on top of Harry, knocking the breath from his lungs. Harry swore and struggled, only to gasp for breath for another reason entirely.
Malfoy was hard.
Harry could smell his arousal, and it drew forth an answering response from his own body. Harry's legs parted, and Malfoy immediately settled in the space between, rubbing his groin against Harry's. Malfoy used his weight to pin Harry to the floor while he drew his wand with one hand. He Vanished their clothing with a flick of his wand.
Harry's excitement level rose. Malfoy didn't seem inclined to shift, and neither did Harry. They'd never shagged except in wolf form, and Harry found himself looking forward to a change in sexual dynamics. After all, he wasn't submissive while human. Harry made a belated attempt to reverse their positions, but Malfoy wasn't having it. He planted his free hand on Harry's chest to hold him still while using his wand to cast a charm for lubrication.
Harry yelped when it hit, his voice sounding almost lupine as he protested.
Malfoy set his wand aside to grab Harry's hand when Harry took a swing at him. He pinned Harry's wrists to the floor on either side of his head, and they glared at one another. The situation gave new meaning to the phrase up close and personal.
Harry told himself he was not going to give in. He wasn't going to submit to Malfoy like this. Harry's stubborn intentions were derailed at the first press of Malfoy's mouth to his own.
Oh!
They had never kissed before; it wasn't possible in wolf form. Malfoy's kiss was confident and assertive without being too aggressive. He seemed intent on drawing a response from Harry, rather than demanding it.
Harry surrendered to the kiss with a shuddering sigh, drawing his knees up to indicate his sexual surrender, as well. Malfoy didn't give him a chance to change his mind; he lined himself up with Harry's entrance and claimed him with a swift thrust.
A startled cry fell from Harry's lips, and his knees jerked up reflexively. As a wolf, Malfoy's cock was slender. Such was not the case with Malfoy in human form. Harry released a shaky breath as his body adjusted to the intrusion of Malfoy's thick, swollen cock, and Malfoy certainly wasn't taking it easy on Harry. He stuffed himself all the way in, pulled out and plunged inside again.
Harry's eyes rolled back. It burned, but damned if it didn't feel fantastic. Malfoy's body held Harry to the floor as they fucked. It should have felt smothering, but Harry relished the way Malfoy's chest pressed against his, rubbing back and forth while they moved. Malfoy drew back, changed his angle and drove in again.
Harry's head tossed side to side on the floor at the incredible sensation of Malfoy's prick dragging over his prostate. Harry clenched his teeth, but a growl of pleasure still rumbled from his throat. This was beyond brilliant. Why hadn't he and Malfoy been shagging like this all along?
Malfoy answered Harry's growl with one of his own, and the vibration between their bodies only increased Harry's enjoyment. He struggled to free one of his hands, wanting to stroke himself in tandem with Malfoy's thrusts.
Malfoy refused to release his grip on Harry's wrists.
"Please," panted Harry. "I want to come. I need it."
"You'll come like this or not at all," Malfoy gritted. He thrust in hard and twisted his hips.
Harry arched up uncontrollably and whipped his legs up to wrap around Malfoy's waist. Harry clung to him, trying to keep Malfoy right where he wanted him. Malfoy's movements were restricted to short, rapid strokes, while Harry thrashed beneath him. It was glorious, but Harry needed something else, something more.
Malfoy bent his head and bit Harry's neck where it met his shoulder. The sharp pain catapulted Harry into orgasm. His body went taut, and a howl erupted from his throat as his ejaculate became smeared between their stomachs.
Malfoy snarled without removing his teeth from Harry's flesh. His hips continued pumping between Harry's trembling legs as he sought his own pleasure. Malfoy released the bite in favor of throwing his head back and howling aloud when he climaxed. Inexplicably, a protrusion formed at the base of his cock, knotting their bodies together.
Malfoy slumped on top of Harry, breathing hard. His hold on Harry's hands eased, and Harry was able to pull free. He was incapable of further movement, however. Once Harry could breathe again he said, "We're knotted. That's not supposed to happen in human form."
Malfoy mumbled a response, and Harry frowned. "Sorry?"
Malfoy raised his head, but he didn't meet Harry's eyes. "It only happens with mated pairs," he repeated, voice gruff.
Harry sputtered, "But that's...we can't...oh god." He gave up trying to articulate anything and squirmed instead. Malfoy was getting heavy, but they were still tied together. "What are we going to do?" Harry sighed.
"We'll close the shop and spend the rest of the day shagging."
Harry's spent cock stirred. "I'm being serious," he said.
"So was I," said Malfoy. He raised himself on his arms and rocked his hips in the cradle of Harry's thighs. "Relax, Potter," Malfoy grinned. "Things will work out, you'll see."
"We don't even like one another, Malfoy."
"We're compatible in bed. That's a start."
"We've never been in a bed together," Harry pointed out. He was becoming aroused again.
The knot in Malfoy's cock receded, but he made no effort to uncouple them. Instead, he thrust in deeper. "I'll take you home, and we'll shag in my bed," said Malfoy. He lowered his head to lick the vivid bite mark on Harry's neck. "Then, we'll go to your home and shag in your bed," he added.
Harry exhaled on a shaky sigh and tilted his head, granting Malfoy access to his throat. "I have a better idea," he whispered.
"Hm?"
"Let's shag here on the floor again."
Cross-posted to dracotops_harry
Author: enchanted_jae
Prompt Number: PROMPT #76
Summary: Harry is the proud owner of Wererotica, which specializes in werewolf porn. He and Malfoy have been creating werewolf porn of their own to sell, but what happens when they shag in human form?
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature fic
Word Count: 2100
Author's Notes: A big thank you to my beta, jake67jake!
Harry strode through Knockturn Alley, curling his lip at anyone who was foolish enough to meet his hard gaze. A simple sneer from him persuaded such fools to lower their eyes and scurry away. Harry strutted to his shop and unlocked the door. He left the "Closed" sign in the window as he turned on the lights and began getting ready for business.
Harry owned and operated a porn shop, although it was registered as 'a shop specializing in the need for mature entertainment for the discerning werewolf'.
Harry knew that werewolves needed that sort of release, because he was one of them. He'd been bitten on only his second mission as an Auror. Harry was relieved of his duties, because werewolves were too unpredictable to serve as Aurors. After moping around and feeling sorry for himself, Harry took charge of his life and opened his shop. Business increased rapidly, and now Harry was doing very well for himself.
Harry had to admit that even he was surprised by how well Wererotica was flourishing. What surprised him most of all, however, was the clientele. What Harry didn't realize when he opened his shop was how much of a kink werewolf porn was with the general wizarding populace.
Harry found the avarice annoying. Werewolves were not accepted into polite wizarding society, yet many of those same wizards and witches got turned on by viewing wererotica. Harry had enough business sense to keep his opinions to himself. Everyone was welcome to spend money in his establishment. One patron in particular was more welcome than the others, even if Harry would rather gnaw off his own paw than admit to it.
Harry finished getting ready for business. He strode to the door and flipped the sign over to "Open", even though very few people actually entered the shop through the front door. Harry crossed to his Floo and opened it, knowing that most of his customers would choose to access the shop in that manner. Many of them would be wearing a glamour, as well. Harry didn't care, so long as no one tried to cause trouble.
Business was brisk that morning, and Harry's stomach was grumbling by the time he ushered a final customer from the shop and turned the sign over to "Closed." Harry went to his private office in back, intending to enjoy a leisurely lunch while sorting through some new visual aids. He'd probably need to indulge in a wank after viewing the material, but as his own boss, Harry could afford to take as long as he wanted for his break.
Harry reached his office and paused with his hand hovering over the door knob. A subtle scent teased at his nostrils, and Harry drew in a deep breath. As a werewolf, his sense of smell was enhanced, and what Harry smelled pleased him mightily. It was the scent of another male werewolf, an alpha in his prime, and one whom Harry was intimately familiar with.
Harry's muscles tightened and his cock hardened. He doubted he'd be viewing any porn over his lunch, not when he could enjoy the real thing.
Harry opened the door. "Malfoy," he greeted. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Draco Malfoy graced the sofa in Harry's office, lean body sprawled in elegant repose. His eyes caressed Harry's body, lingering at Harry's groin. Malfoy smirked. "You owe me some galleons," he said.
Harry tensed in anticipation. If Malfoy was spoiling for a fight, the sex would be a bit of rough. Harry liked rough. He countered Malfoy's statement with an offhand, "I pay you every two weeks, not once a week, Malfoy."
Not long after Harry opened his shop, Malfoy had dropped in. Harry knew that Malfoy was a werewolf, but he hadn't realized how his own wolf would react in Malfoy's presence. The two of them had shifted and shagged in Harry's office, with Harry surrendering to Malfoy like a submissive beta. Later, Harry's human self was annoyed, but his wolf was utterly, wantonly satisfied.
Another thing Harry hadn't anticipated was that his camera had gotten jostled in the melee, and it had taken several photos of their frenzied mating. Harry paid other werewolves for erotic photos of themselves, but he hadn't realized he'd offered some of his own tryst with Malfoy until several of the photos were snapped up by slavering clientele. Since then, Harry had convinced Malfoy to supply their adoring public with more wererotica. Both of them benefited, and since no one knew it was them they continued shagging and creating their own porn for sale.
"I'm going out tonight, Potter," said Malfoy.
"Hot date?" jeered Harry. The thought annoyed him, which surprised Harry. He and Malfoy fucked on occasion. End of story.
"Jealous?" taunted Malfoy.
Harry shook his head. "Curious."
Malfoy stood up slowly, smirking at Harry. "Perhaps you need a good shag to put you in a more agreeable mood."
Harry's body reacted with a throb of lust. Perversely, his physical response irked him all the more. "Perhaps you need to leave," he growled. "I have a business to run."
Barely were the snarky words out of Harry's mouth before Malfoy grabbed him by the collar of his jumper and slammed Harry into the wall of his office.
"You're mouthy in this form," Malfoy rumbled. "I like it."
Malfoy had a point. Harry was very submissive as a wolf. As a human, however, he refused to back down from any fight. Harry tried to shove Malfoy away from him. "Geroff!" he snarled.
Malfoy stumbled, but he refused to relinquish his grip on Harry's jumper. "What are you afraid of, Potter?"
"I'm not afraid of you, Malfoy," snapped Harry. He lashed out, succeeding in knocking one of Malfoy's hands away.
Harry's defiance seemed to anger Malfoy, and he pushed Harry again. Harry tripped over the leg of his desk chair and fell back. His hands closed around Malfoy's arms, dragging Malfoy down to the floor with him. Malfoy landed on top of Harry, knocking the breath from his lungs. Harry swore and struggled, only to gasp for breath for another reason entirely.
Malfoy was hard.
Harry could smell his arousal, and it drew forth an answering response from his own body. Harry's legs parted, and Malfoy immediately settled in the space between, rubbing his groin against Harry's. Malfoy used his weight to pin Harry to the floor while he drew his wand with one hand. He Vanished their clothing with a flick of his wand.
Harry's excitement level rose. Malfoy didn't seem inclined to shift, and neither did Harry. They'd never shagged except in wolf form, and Harry found himself looking forward to a change in sexual dynamics. After all, he wasn't submissive while human. Harry made a belated attempt to reverse their positions, but Malfoy wasn't having it. He planted his free hand on Harry's chest to hold him still while using his wand to cast a charm for lubrication.
Harry yelped when it hit, his voice sounding almost lupine as he protested.
Malfoy set his wand aside to grab Harry's hand when Harry took a swing at him. He pinned Harry's wrists to the floor on either side of his head, and they glared at one another. The situation gave new meaning to the phrase up close and personal.
Harry told himself he was not going to give in. He wasn't going to submit to Malfoy like this. Harry's stubborn intentions were derailed at the first press of Malfoy's mouth to his own.
Oh!
They had never kissed before; it wasn't possible in wolf form. Malfoy's kiss was confident and assertive without being too aggressive. He seemed intent on drawing a response from Harry, rather than demanding it.
Harry surrendered to the kiss with a shuddering sigh, drawing his knees up to indicate his sexual surrender, as well. Malfoy didn't give him a chance to change his mind; he lined himself up with Harry's entrance and claimed him with a swift thrust.
A startled cry fell from Harry's lips, and his knees jerked up reflexively. As a wolf, Malfoy's cock was slender. Such was not the case with Malfoy in human form. Harry released a shaky breath as his body adjusted to the intrusion of Malfoy's thick, swollen cock, and Malfoy certainly wasn't taking it easy on Harry. He stuffed himself all the way in, pulled out and plunged inside again.
Harry's eyes rolled back. It burned, but damned if it didn't feel fantastic. Malfoy's body held Harry to the floor as they fucked. It should have felt smothering, but Harry relished the way Malfoy's chest pressed against his, rubbing back and forth while they moved. Malfoy drew back, changed his angle and drove in again.
Harry's head tossed side to side on the floor at the incredible sensation of Malfoy's prick dragging over his prostate. Harry clenched his teeth, but a growl of pleasure still rumbled from his throat. This was beyond brilliant. Why hadn't he and Malfoy been shagging like this all along?
Malfoy answered Harry's growl with one of his own, and the vibration between their bodies only increased Harry's enjoyment. He struggled to free one of his hands, wanting to stroke himself in tandem with Malfoy's thrusts.
Malfoy refused to release his grip on Harry's wrists.
"Please," panted Harry. "I want to come. I need it."
"You'll come like this or not at all," Malfoy gritted. He thrust in hard and twisted his hips.
Harry arched up uncontrollably and whipped his legs up to wrap around Malfoy's waist. Harry clung to him, trying to keep Malfoy right where he wanted him. Malfoy's movements were restricted to short, rapid strokes, while Harry thrashed beneath him. It was glorious, but Harry needed something else, something more.
Malfoy bent his head and bit Harry's neck where it met his shoulder. The sharp pain catapulted Harry into orgasm. His body went taut, and a howl erupted from his throat as his ejaculate became smeared between their stomachs.
Malfoy snarled without removing his teeth from Harry's flesh. His hips continued pumping between Harry's trembling legs as he sought his own pleasure. Malfoy released the bite in favor of throwing his head back and howling aloud when he climaxed. Inexplicably, a protrusion formed at the base of his cock, knotting their bodies together.
Malfoy slumped on top of Harry, breathing hard. His hold on Harry's hands eased, and Harry was able to pull free. He was incapable of further movement, however. Once Harry could breathe again he said, "We're knotted. That's not supposed to happen in human form."
Malfoy mumbled a response, and Harry frowned. "Sorry?"
Malfoy raised his head, but he didn't meet Harry's eyes. "It only happens with mated pairs," he repeated, voice gruff.
Harry sputtered, "But that's...we can't...oh god." He gave up trying to articulate anything and squirmed instead. Malfoy was getting heavy, but they were still tied together. "What are we going to do?" Harry sighed.
"We'll close the shop and spend the rest of the day shagging."
Harry's spent cock stirred. "I'm being serious," he said.
"So was I," said Malfoy. He raised himself on his arms and rocked his hips in the cradle of Harry's thighs. "Relax, Potter," Malfoy grinned. "Things will work out, you'll see."
"We don't even like one another, Malfoy."
"We're compatible in bed. That's a start."
"We've never been in a bed together," Harry pointed out. He was becoming aroused again.
The knot in Malfoy's cock receded, but he made no effort to uncouple them. Instead, he thrust in deeper. "I'll take you home, and we'll shag in my bed," said Malfoy. He lowered his head to lick the vivid bite mark on Harry's neck. "Then, we'll go to your home and shag in your bed," he added.
Harry exhaled on a shaky sigh and tilted his head, granting Malfoy access to his throat. "I have a better idea," he whispered.
"Hm?"
"Let's shag here on the floor again."
Cross-posted to dracotops_harry