Barking Mad
Title: Barking Mad
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Theo/Susan, Justin
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mild dub-con, creature fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1140
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 cyn_ful, with a prompt of angry wall!sex. There's more wall!sex than anger, I'm afraid.
♦ Birthday gift for iwao, using the prompts key, shirt
♦ hp_creatures May prompts - werewolf, teeth
Summary: One of them is barking mad, and it may be Draco.
Draco was bored. He hadn't wanted to attend the engagement party for Theo and Susan Bones, but he owed it to his friend to put in an appearance. Draco gazed over the other guests, fighting the sneer that threatened to twist his lips. Why couldn't Theo have opted for a Slytherin girl? Instead, this party was overrun with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.
Draco found his eyes straying to Potter. Again. Potter had always attracted attention, but tonight his presence seemed to compel Draco to watch him. Draco resented it.
Someone bumped into him, and Draco swore as red wine sloshed onto the sleeve of his dove-gray dress shirt.
"Terribly sorry," said a chagrined Finch-Fletchly.
Draco gave him a short nod in return and headed for the nearest bathroom to mitigate the stain. He was familiar with Theo's expansive home, so he took the first left when he exited the ballroom. Draco reached for the door knob of the bathroom, only to find it locked.
"Damn it, Theo," he muttered. "Do I need a key to use the loo?"
Draco sighed and moved on. He turned a corner in the hallway and tried the next bathroom door. Fortunately, it was open. Draco entered the small room and let the door swing shut behind him. He busied himself by dabbing at the red stain on his sleeve. Draco didn't notice the door had opened until he heard it close again. He glanced up and tensed when he saw Potter reflected in the mirror.
"This loo is taken," Draco snapped.
"The door wasn't locked," Potter responded with a shrug.
"Nevertheless, kindly wait outside until I am finished."
"No."
"No?" Draco repeated, taken aback at Potter's aggressive attitude. "How dare you-"
"You smell good," said Potter, taking a step closer.
Draco took an automatic step back. He routinely received compliments, but he couldn't recall that someone had ever mentioned that he smelled good. "It's my cologne," Draco said. He resumed dabbing at his sleeve while keeping Potter in his peripheral vision.
"It's you."
Draco's head snapped up. Potter hadn't taken another step, but he was looming ever closer. Potter drew in a breath, the action exposing his teeth.
"Did you just sniff me?"
"Mm, your scent is intoxicating."
"You're barking mad."
"I only bark on full moon nights."
Draco felt his eyes widen. "You," he sputtered, "you're a werewolf!"
"Well spotted, Malfoy," said Potter. He closed the remaining distance between them and reached for Draco.
In a burst of angry courage, Draco smacked Potter's hand away. "Planning to kill me at an engagement party, are you?" he snapped. "How will you explain that one, O Hero of the Wizarding World?"
"It's not my claws and teeth I wish to sink into your flesh, Malfoy."
Comprehension dawned, and Draco's cock flexed with traitorous anticipation. His mind, however, was not in agreement. "I'm not having sex with you!"
"Not yet, you're not," Potter agreed. He crowded closer, forcing Draco back until Draco found himself pressed to the wall.
"Potter, if you-ooo..."
Draco's protest died in a sigh of pleasure as Potter bent his head and began nibbling on Draco's neck. It was one of his most erogenous zones, damn it.
"You want it, Malfoy," Potter murmured against Draco's skin. "I can smell your arousal. Shall I give you pleasure?"
"Yes," sighed Draco. "I mean, no..."
Potter reached down and cupped Draco between the legs. Draco surged into Potter's hand with a whimper.
"Open your legs for me," Potter urged in a gravelly voice. "Let me fill you with my cock and ease that ache inside of you."
Draco moaned and shifted his stance, spreading his legs. He clutched Potter's shoulders, fingers twisting in Potter's shirt as Potter rewarded him with a firm squeeze.
"More?"
"Yes," Draco breathed. He gasped when Potter abruptly spun him to face the wall. When sure hands undid his trousers and began tugging them down, Draco's sanity returned.
"Potter, we can't...not here...I...oh Merlin..."
Potter's hand was now wrapped around Draco's bare cock, and Draco's wits scattered like frightened puffskeins. When he heard Potter's zip lower, Draco simply shivered and widened his legs as far as he could with his trousers and pants still bunched at his thighs.
The tip of Potter's cock nudged between Draco's arse cheeks and pressed against his entrance. Draco groaned when Potter pushed inside of him. Potter had lubed his cock with a spell, but Draco was tight, and his body resisted the intrusion. He rested his forehead against the wall and forced himself to relax. Potter drove in deeper, and Draco winced. It hurt, but it hurt so damned good.
"Let me in," Potter growled.
"I'm trying," Draco gritted. He exhaled and pushed back. Potter sank in to the root, and Draco bit back an exclamation of discomfort.
"Mm, fucking perfect," breathed Potter. He stroked Draco's stomach and abdomen before grasping Draco's prick again.
Draco moaned and twitched into the intimate contact. He couldn't believe he was having sex with Potter in a bathroom in Theo's house. Draco stilled.
"Did you lock the door?"
"No."
"Potter! You imbecile! What if...oh dear god..."
Potter had thrust in and twisted his hips, dragging his cock over Draco's prostate. The danger of being caught added a naughty element to their coupling, and it seemed to spike Draco's arousal higher. His breath came in ragged pants as his hips hunched in front of Potter.
"Harder," Draco demanded.
Potter gave him harder. He increased the pace of his thrusts while jacking Draco's cock with short strokes.
Draco clawed uselessly at the wall as Potter fucked him. It was brilliant, and Draco wished it could go on and on. Draco's muscles tensed, and his cock lengthened in Potter's hand. He climaxed with a shout that he stifled behind clenched teeth. Draco shuddered in front of Potter, decorating the wall with his release. When it was over, Draco slumped forward, resting his head against an upraised forearm.
Potter finished a couple of minutes later, growling in Draco's ear and filling him with the results of his pleasure. Eventually, Potter pulled out, leaving Draco sticky and aching, yet supremely satisfied. In fact, Draco wouldn't mind a repeat performance, perhaps with a soft bed next time. He straightened up and turned his head.
"Potter-"
"I'll be in touch, Malfoy," Potter said as he zipped back up. He sauntered out of the bathroom without a backward glance.
Draco scowled. "Arsehole."
He ignored the way his own arsehole fluttered at the prospect of Potter contacting him again.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Theo/Susan, Justin
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mild dub-con, creature fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1140
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 cyn_ful, with a prompt of angry wall!sex. There's more wall!sex than anger, I'm afraid.
♦ Birthday gift for iwao, using the prompts key, shirt
♦ hp_creatures May prompts - werewolf, teeth
Summary: One of them is barking mad, and it may be Draco.
Draco was bored. He hadn't wanted to attend the engagement party for Theo and Susan Bones, but he owed it to his friend to put in an appearance. Draco gazed over the other guests, fighting the sneer that threatened to twist his lips. Why couldn't Theo have opted for a Slytherin girl? Instead, this party was overrun with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.
Draco found his eyes straying to Potter. Again. Potter had always attracted attention, but tonight his presence seemed to compel Draco to watch him. Draco resented it.
Someone bumped into him, and Draco swore as red wine sloshed onto the sleeve of his dove-gray dress shirt.
"Terribly sorry," said a chagrined Finch-Fletchly.
Draco gave him a short nod in return and headed for the nearest bathroom to mitigate the stain. He was familiar with Theo's expansive home, so he took the first left when he exited the ballroom. Draco reached for the door knob of the bathroom, only to find it locked.
"Damn it, Theo," he muttered. "Do I need a key to use the loo?"
Draco sighed and moved on. He turned a corner in the hallway and tried the next bathroom door. Fortunately, it was open. Draco entered the small room and let the door swing shut behind him. He busied himself by dabbing at the red stain on his sleeve. Draco didn't notice the door had opened until he heard it close again. He glanced up and tensed when he saw Potter reflected in the mirror.
"This loo is taken," Draco snapped.
"The door wasn't locked," Potter responded with a shrug.
"Nevertheless, kindly wait outside until I am finished."
"No."
"No?" Draco repeated, taken aback at Potter's aggressive attitude. "How dare you-"
"You smell good," said Potter, taking a step closer.
Draco took an automatic step back. He routinely received compliments, but he couldn't recall that someone had ever mentioned that he smelled good. "It's my cologne," Draco said. He resumed dabbing at his sleeve while keeping Potter in his peripheral vision.
"It's you."
Draco's head snapped up. Potter hadn't taken another step, but he was looming ever closer. Potter drew in a breath, the action exposing his teeth.
"Did you just sniff me?"
"Mm, your scent is intoxicating."
"You're barking mad."
"I only bark on full moon nights."
Draco felt his eyes widen. "You," he sputtered, "you're a werewolf!"
"Well spotted, Malfoy," said Potter. He closed the remaining distance between them and reached for Draco.
In a burst of angry courage, Draco smacked Potter's hand away. "Planning to kill me at an engagement party, are you?" he snapped. "How will you explain that one, O Hero of the Wizarding World?"
"It's not my claws and teeth I wish to sink into your flesh, Malfoy."
Comprehension dawned, and Draco's cock flexed with traitorous anticipation. His mind, however, was not in agreement. "I'm not having sex with you!"
"Not yet, you're not," Potter agreed. He crowded closer, forcing Draco back until Draco found himself pressed to the wall.
"Potter, if you-ooo..."
Draco's protest died in a sigh of pleasure as Potter bent his head and began nibbling on Draco's neck. It was one of his most erogenous zones, damn it.
"You want it, Malfoy," Potter murmured against Draco's skin. "I can smell your arousal. Shall I give you pleasure?"
"Yes," sighed Draco. "I mean, no..."
Potter reached down and cupped Draco between the legs. Draco surged into Potter's hand with a whimper.
"Open your legs for me," Potter urged in a gravelly voice. "Let me fill you with my cock and ease that ache inside of you."
Draco moaned and shifted his stance, spreading his legs. He clutched Potter's shoulders, fingers twisting in Potter's shirt as Potter rewarded him with a firm squeeze.
"More?"
"Yes," Draco breathed. He gasped when Potter abruptly spun him to face the wall. When sure hands undid his trousers and began tugging them down, Draco's sanity returned.
"Potter, we can't...not here...I...oh Merlin..."
Potter's hand was now wrapped around Draco's bare cock, and Draco's wits scattered like frightened puffskeins. When he heard Potter's zip lower, Draco simply shivered and widened his legs as far as he could with his trousers and pants still bunched at his thighs.
The tip of Potter's cock nudged between Draco's arse cheeks and pressed against his entrance. Draco groaned when Potter pushed inside of him. Potter had lubed his cock with a spell, but Draco was tight, and his body resisted the intrusion. He rested his forehead against the wall and forced himself to relax. Potter drove in deeper, and Draco winced. It hurt, but it hurt so damned good.
"Let me in," Potter growled.
"I'm trying," Draco gritted. He exhaled and pushed back. Potter sank in to the root, and Draco bit back an exclamation of discomfort.
"Mm, fucking perfect," breathed Potter. He stroked Draco's stomach and abdomen before grasping Draco's prick again.
Draco moaned and twitched into the intimate contact. He couldn't believe he was having sex with Potter in a bathroom in Theo's house. Draco stilled.
"Did you lock the door?"
"No."
"Potter! You imbecile! What if...oh dear god..."
Potter had thrust in and twisted his hips, dragging his cock over Draco's prostate. The danger of being caught added a naughty element to their coupling, and it seemed to spike Draco's arousal higher. His breath came in ragged pants as his hips hunched in front of Potter.
"Harder," Draco demanded.
Potter gave him harder. He increased the pace of his thrusts while jacking Draco's cock with short strokes.
Draco clawed uselessly at the wall as Potter fucked him. It was brilliant, and Draco wished it could go on and on. Draco's muscles tensed, and his cock lengthened in Potter's hand. He climaxed with a shout that he stifled behind clenched teeth. Draco shuddered in front of Potter, decorating the wall with his release. When it was over, Draco slumped forward, resting his head against an upraised forearm.
Potter finished a couple of minutes later, growling in Draco's ear and filling him with the results of his pleasure. Eventually, Potter pulled out, leaving Draco sticky and aching, yet supremely satisfied. In fact, Draco wouldn't mind a repeat performance, perhaps with a soft bed next time. He straightened up and turned his head.
"Potter-"
"I'll be in touch, Malfoy," Potter said as he zipped back up. He sauntered out of the bathroom without a backward glance.
Draco scowled. "Arsehole."
He ignored the way his own arsehole fluttered at the prospect of Potter contacting him again.