Only Sir
Title: Only Sir
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, BDSM, spanking
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 935
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 hogwartsvixxxen, using the prompts safe word, BDSM
Summary: Draco wants to spice up their sex life; Harry isn't completely on board with the idea.
"Why should I be the sub?"
"Because it was my idea."
"Exactly!" cried Harry. "Since this was your harebrained idea, you should be the sub."
"You're more submissive than I am," Draco pointed out.
"I am not!"
Draco raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Odd or even?"
Harry's jaw firmed. Somehow, he always managed to lose these "odd or even" contests with his boyfriend. He suspected Draco of cheating, but there was no way to prove it. He sighed and extended his fist. "Even," said Harry.
"Fine, I'll take odd," Draco said. "I'll count it out. One, two, three!"
Harry threw down two fingers and swore loud and long when he saw Draco had flashed one. "Bloody hell! You used Legilimency, didn't you?!"
"Of course not," scoffed Draco. "I simply know how to read you."
"I hate you."
"Scared, Potter?"
Harry's lip curled at the old taunt, but he didn't rise to the bait.
Draco chuckled. "You'll need a safe word," he said.
"How about ferret?" sneered Harry.
"I'll remember you said that when I'm applying a paddle to your bare arse," Draco snapped.
"What if I tell you to stop?"
"That's why you need a safe word."
Harry let his head fall back against the sofa. "I can't think of one."
"Waffles."
"I hate waffles."
"Which is why it makes a good safe word," said Draco. "It's not something you're likely to bleat in the heat of passion."
"Fine," sighed Harry, giving in with ill grace. "Now what?"
"Now, you prepare yourself while I set the scene."
~*~
Harry squared his shoulders and strode into the bedroom. He stumbled to an uncertain halt.
The bed was gone. Chains hung from the ceiling, and candles flickered in sconces, giving the room the appearance of a dungeon.
"You're late."
Harry turned his head and gulped.
Draco stood there, wearing a pair of black leather trousers, shiny black boots and a black mask. Harry's skin prickled with trepidation, but his cock stood up, ready for the challenge.
"Remove your robe," Draco ordered.
Harry's spine stiffened at his boyfriend's imperious tone, but then he reminded himself that they were role playing. He sighed and dropped his robe.
"Stand there," Draco said, pointing to the center of the room, beneath the chains.
Harry swallowed and trudged over to his assigned spot. Draco stepped up behind him and fastened manacles around Harry's wrists, leaving him standing there with his arms raised and restrained. He was beginning to regret this. "Draco," Harry began, "I don't-"
Crack!
Harry yelped in startled pain and craned his head to look back. Draco was wielding a wooden paddle and wearing a fierce grin. Harry's temper sizzled. "You arsehole...Ouch! Ouch!"
Draco derailed Harry's rant with two more sharp smacks of the paddle.
"Shall I gag you?" Draco asked, his voice mild.
Harry shivered. "No," he muttered.
"No, what?"
"N-no, Sir."
"That's better," praised Draco. He soothed Harry's sore arse with a caress of one cool hand.
Harry hummed in pleasure. "Ow!" he bleated when Draco abruptly paddled him again.
Draco was ruthless. He warmed Harry's arse with solid thwacks of the wooden paddle, heedless of Harry's pleas for mercy.
Harry was sagging in his restraints by the time Draco paused for breath. His own breath was coming in ragged pants, but his cock was hard and aching. He hoped Draco was through with the paddle, because Harry couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone remember his bloody safe word.
"Shall I fuck you now?" Draco growled in Harry's ear. The question was followed by the sound of his zip lowering.
Harry quivered, and his cock jerked. "Yes," he rasped.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir."
Harry shuddered in pain and anticipation when Draco palmed his abused arse cheeks and spread them. He stilled at the first nudge of Draco's cock at his entrance. Harry groaned when Draco surged forward, penetrating him and sinking deep.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes, Sir," moaned Harry. He tugged futilely at his manacles, snarling in frustration at his inability to reach his throbbing cock. "Draco, please..."
"There is no Draco; only Sir."
"Please, Sir," begged Harry. He'd kill Draco for this later. Right now, Harry was too desperate for release.
Draco paid no heed to Harry's entreaties. He focused on fucking Harry, fast and hard, intent on taking his own pleasure. Draco's rhythm faltered, and he thrust in deep and shouted as he filled Harry with hot spurts of come.
Harry whined in protest, undulating on Draco's cock as he sought some relief for the raging lust Draco had engendered in him.
"Would you like me to stroke you?"
"Yes!" gasped Harry, adding a belated, "Sir."
Draco chuckled, a low, husky sound that scattered goosebumps over Harry's skin. He wrapped his long, cool fingers around Harry's aching prick and squeezed it.
Harry moaned again and thrust himself into Draco's grip. Draco jacked him with short, hard strokes. In a matter of moments, Harry was stretched up on his toes and wailing aloud as he climaxed. When it was over, Harry slumped as far as his restraints would allow.
Draco pulled out of him with a wet squelch and snickered. "You enjoyed that," he accused. "Don't try to deny it."
Harry didn't have the energy to glare at his boyfriend. He settled for glowering at the floor and muttering, "You'll pay for this when it's my turn to be the dom."
Draco palmed one of Harry's heated arse cheeks and leaned close to whisper in his ear. "I'm looking forward to it, Waffles."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, BDSM, spanking
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 935
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 hogwartsvixxxen, using the prompts safe word, BDSM
Summary: Draco wants to spice up their sex life; Harry isn't completely on board with the idea.
"Why should I be the sub?"
"Because it was my idea."
"Exactly!" cried Harry. "Since this was your harebrained idea, you should be the sub."
"You're more submissive than I am," Draco pointed out.
"I am not!"
Draco raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Odd or even?"
Harry's jaw firmed. Somehow, he always managed to lose these "odd or even" contests with his boyfriend. He suspected Draco of cheating, but there was no way to prove it. He sighed and extended his fist. "Even," said Harry.
"Fine, I'll take odd," Draco said. "I'll count it out. One, two, three!"
Harry threw down two fingers and swore loud and long when he saw Draco had flashed one. "Bloody hell! You used Legilimency, didn't you?!"
"Of course not," scoffed Draco. "I simply know how to read you."
"I hate you."
"Scared, Potter?"
Harry's lip curled at the old taunt, but he didn't rise to the bait.
Draco chuckled. "You'll need a safe word," he said.
"How about ferret?" sneered Harry.
"I'll remember you said that when I'm applying a paddle to your bare arse," Draco snapped.
"What if I tell you to stop?"
"That's why you need a safe word."
Harry let his head fall back against the sofa. "I can't think of one."
"Waffles."
"I hate waffles."
"Which is why it makes a good safe word," said Draco. "It's not something you're likely to bleat in the heat of passion."
"Fine," sighed Harry, giving in with ill grace. "Now what?"
"Now, you prepare yourself while I set the scene."
~*~
Harry squared his shoulders and strode into the bedroom. He stumbled to an uncertain halt.
The bed was gone. Chains hung from the ceiling, and candles flickered in sconces, giving the room the appearance of a dungeon.
"You're late."
Harry turned his head and gulped.
Draco stood there, wearing a pair of black leather trousers, shiny black boots and a black mask. Harry's skin prickled with trepidation, but his cock stood up, ready for the challenge.
"Remove your robe," Draco ordered.
Harry's spine stiffened at his boyfriend's imperious tone, but then he reminded himself that they were role playing. He sighed and dropped his robe.
"Stand there," Draco said, pointing to the center of the room, beneath the chains.
Harry swallowed and trudged over to his assigned spot. Draco stepped up behind him and fastened manacles around Harry's wrists, leaving him standing there with his arms raised and restrained. He was beginning to regret this. "Draco," Harry began, "I don't-"
Crack!
Harry yelped in startled pain and craned his head to look back. Draco was wielding a wooden paddle and wearing a fierce grin. Harry's temper sizzled. "You arsehole...Ouch! Ouch!"
Draco derailed Harry's rant with two more sharp smacks of the paddle.
"Shall I gag you?" Draco asked, his voice mild.
Harry shivered. "No," he muttered.
"No, what?"
"N-no, Sir."
"That's better," praised Draco. He soothed Harry's sore arse with a caress of one cool hand.
Harry hummed in pleasure. "Ow!" he bleated when Draco abruptly paddled him again.
Draco was ruthless. He warmed Harry's arse with solid thwacks of the wooden paddle, heedless of Harry's pleas for mercy.
Harry was sagging in his restraints by the time Draco paused for breath. His own breath was coming in ragged pants, but his cock was hard and aching. He hoped Draco was through with the paddle, because Harry couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone remember his bloody safe word.
"Shall I fuck you now?" Draco growled in Harry's ear. The question was followed by the sound of his zip lowering.
Harry quivered, and his cock jerked. "Yes," he rasped.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir."
Harry shuddered in pain and anticipation when Draco palmed his abused arse cheeks and spread them. He stilled at the first nudge of Draco's cock at his entrance. Harry groaned when Draco surged forward, penetrating him and sinking deep.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes, Sir," moaned Harry. He tugged futilely at his manacles, snarling in frustration at his inability to reach his throbbing cock. "Draco, please..."
"There is no Draco; only Sir."
"Please, Sir," begged Harry. He'd kill Draco for this later. Right now, Harry was too desperate for release.
Draco paid no heed to Harry's entreaties. He focused on fucking Harry, fast and hard, intent on taking his own pleasure. Draco's rhythm faltered, and he thrust in deep and shouted as he filled Harry with hot spurts of come.
Harry whined in protest, undulating on Draco's cock as he sought some relief for the raging lust Draco had engendered in him.
"Would you like me to stroke you?"
"Yes!" gasped Harry, adding a belated, "Sir."
Draco chuckled, a low, husky sound that scattered goosebumps over Harry's skin. He wrapped his long, cool fingers around Harry's aching prick and squeezed it.
Harry moaned again and thrust himself into Draco's grip. Draco jacked him with short, hard strokes. In a matter of moments, Harry was stretched up on his toes and wailing aloud as he climaxed. When it was over, Harry slumped as far as his restraints would allow.
Draco pulled out of him with a wet squelch and snickered. "You enjoyed that," he accused. "Don't try to deny it."
Harry didn't have the energy to glare at his boyfriend. He settled for glowering at the floor and muttering, "You'll pay for this when it's my turn to be the dom."
Draco palmed one of Harry's heated arse cheeks and leaned close to whisper in his ear. "I'm looking forward to it, Waffles."