After Hours 2
Title: After Hours 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1035
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for celestlyn for doing a beta job for me. This is a sequel to After Hours.
Summary: Harry resolves his sexual tension.
A slow, seductive smile curved Malfoy's lips. "I like it rough," he whispered.
The tenuous hold Harry had on his control snapped. He jerked Malfoy into full, frontal contact and slanted his lips across Malfoy's in a hungry kiss.
Malfoy opened to the pressure, eagerly tangling tongues with Harry. He leaned back against Harry's desk and raised one leg, wrapping it around Harry's thighs. Malfoy moaned and rubbed himself against Harry, leaving no doubt that he was as aroused as Harry was.
Harry growled and tangled one hand in Malfoy's hair. He used the grip to tug Malfoy's head back, the better to attack Malfoy's throat with his lips and the edge of his teeth.
"Yes, Potter..."
"Do you want me to fuck you, Malfoy? Right here, right now?"
"Oh god yes, Potter!"
"Been gagging for it, have you?" Harry didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed the edges of Malfoy's official robe and yanked, scattering buttons all over the floor of the Auror department.
"Potter!"
Harry didn't offer an apology. He tugged Malfoy's robe from his shoulders and down his arms before leaving the garment there. Malfoy swore when he realized he was now hampered by his robes. Harry paid him no mind; he unbuckled Malfoy's belt and opened his flies. He dragged Malfoy's black trousers down, surprised when Malfoy's flushed cock bobbed free.
"No pants, Malfoy? You shameless slag."
Harry dropped to his knees and teased Malfoy's cock with his tongue while he efficiently pulled the other Auror's boots off. Harry closed his lips around Malfoy's damp tip and gave him a brief, erotic suck before he stood up once more.
"Potter, damn you-"
"Shut it," snapped Harry. "It's a fuck you wanted, and that's what you're going to get."
Harry dragged Malfoy's trousers down and off of him. Malfoy was still struggling to disentangle himself from his robe. Harry leaned around him and swept the contents of his desk onto the floor, not caring where things landed or rolled. He hoisted Malfoy onto the cleared surface and followed him down, draping his body over Malfoy's and claiming the space between Malfoy's legs. Harry cursed as he fumbled with his belt buckle. Once he undid it, he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his zip down. Harry reached into the opening his his boxers and withdrew his throbbing cock.
Malfoy raised up on his elbows, dilated eyes riveted on Harry's proud erection. He licked his lips again and spread his thighs wider.
Harry pulled his wand and performed a perfunctory lubrication spell. He grasped his cock and guided it to Malfoy's entrance. Harry nudged Malfoy's rim, feeling it flutter beneath the light pressure.
"Do it, Potter," Malfoy snarled. He wrapped a leg around Harry's hips once more as if to drag him in.
Harry wasn't in the mood for further teasing. His hips jerked forward, penetrating Malfoy and drawing groans from both of them. Harry paused, savoring the sensation of being encased in Malfoy's tight heat. Fuck, had he known how good this felt, he would have been bending Malfoy over every piece of furniture in the Ministry.
Malfoy lay back on the desk completely, having apparently given up on trying to free his arms. He wrapped both legs around Harry and ordered him to move.
Harry leaned over, planting both hands on the desk. He braced himself and began to thrust. Harry wasn't interested in taking it easy; Malfoy had said he liked it rough. Harry pounded into Malfoy's hole, taking him and claiming him with long, hard strokes. Malfoy panted and twisted under him, lifting his hips into each thrust and demanding more. Harry was eager to oblige him. He lost himself in the basic act of fucking, driving into Malfoy over and over and causing the desk to shift across the floor with an audible screech of wood on wood.
Harry balanced on one hand and took Malfoy's shaft firmly in the other. He tugged Malfoy's cock awkwardly, but judging from the increased volume of Malfoy's moans, Harry was doing it right. Malfoy's knees jerked up, and his cock jerked in Harry's hand. Harry stroked him through his climax, smearing Malfoy's ejaculate over his twitching length.
When Malfoy subsided beneath him, Harry released his softening cock and clutched Malfoy's robe. If Malfoy noticed he was now wearing his own come, he didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he was pliant and lethargic, open and vulnerable to Harry's carnal possession.
Harry's balls drew up tight. He thrust twice more into Malfoy's clenching hole and groaned aloud as he filled Malfoy with his release. Harry leaned heavily on his shaking arms, hoping they would hold him until his legs stopped trembling. He moved his hips back and forth in small, shallow thrusts, as his cock slowly shrank.
"Merlin, Potter," Malfoy slurred. His legs had fallen open, while his eyes were closed.
Harry imagined they must look a sight, both of them only partially undressed, while he stood between Malfoy's limp, naked thighs. They were in quite the compromising position, should anyone walk in. Harry exhaled noisily and pulled out of Malfoy's wet heat.
Malfoy's legs jerked again, and he struggled to lever himself upright. His bare legs dangled over the desk, while his sated cock dangled between them. Harry's cock twitched with renewed interest at Malfoy's display. He turned away, cleaned himself with a spell and put himself to rights.
Malfoy finally succeeded in pushing his robes off of one arm, and he looked at the garment ruefully. "You ruined my uniform, Potter," he accused in a flat tone.
Harry shrugged. "You ruined my desk," he pointed out. "I'd say we're even."
Malfoy slid off of Harry's desk, wobbled a moment, then Summoned his trousers. "My back is going to hurt for days," he groused.
"Do you regret it?" Harry taunted.
Malfoy flashed him a smirk as he zipped up. "I regret nothing."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1035
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for celestlyn for doing a beta job for me. This is a sequel to After Hours.
Summary: Harry resolves his sexual tension.
A slow, seductive smile curved Malfoy's lips. "I like it rough," he whispered.
The tenuous hold Harry had on his control snapped. He jerked Malfoy into full, frontal contact and slanted his lips across Malfoy's in a hungry kiss.
Malfoy opened to the pressure, eagerly tangling tongues with Harry. He leaned back against Harry's desk and raised one leg, wrapping it around Harry's thighs. Malfoy moaned and rubbed himself against Harry, leaving no doubt that he was as aroused as Harry was.
Harry growled and tangled one hand in Malfoy's hair. He used the grip to tug Malfoy's head back, the better to attack Malfoy's throat with his lips and the edge of his teeth.
"Yes, Potter..."
"Do you want me to fuck you, Malfoy? Right here, right now?"
"Oh god yes, Potter!"
"Been gagging for it, have you?" Harry didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed the edges of Malfoy's official robe and yanked, scattering buttons all over the floor of the Auror department.
"Potter!"
Harry didn't offer an apology. He tugged Malfoy's robe from his shoulders and down his arms before leaving the garment there. Malfoy swore when he realized he was now hampered by his robes. Harry paid him no mind; he unbuckled Malfoy's belt and opened his flies. He dragged Malfoy's black trousers down, surprised when Malfoy's flushed cock bobbed free.
"No pants, Malfoy? You shameless slag."
Harry dropped to his knees and teased Malfoy's cock with his tongue while he efficiently pulled the other Auror's boots off. Harry closed his lips around Malfoy's damp tip and gave him a brief, erotic suck before he stood up once more.
"Potter, damn you-"
"Shut it," snapped Harry. "It's a fuck you wanted, and that's what you're going to get."
Harry dragged Malfoy's trousers down and off of him. Malfoy was still struggling to disentangle himself from his robe. Harry leaned around him and swept the contents of his desk onto the floor, not caring where things landed or rolled. He hoisted Malfoy onto the cleared surface and followed him down, draping his body over Malfoy's and claiming the space between Malfoy's legs. Harry cursed as he fumbled with his belt buckle. Once he undid it, he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his zip down. Harry reached into the opening his his boxers and withdrew his throbbing cock.
Malfoy raised up on his elbows, dilated eyes riveted on Harry's proud erection. He licked his lips again and spread his thighs wider.
Harry pulled his wand and performed a perfunctory lubrication spell. He grasped his cock and guided it to Malfoy's entrance. Harry nudged Malfoy's rim, feeling it flutter beneath the light pressure.
"Do it, Potter," Malfoy snarled. He wrapped a leg around Harry's hips once more as if to drag him in.
Harry wasn't in the mood for further teasing. His hips jerked forward, penetrating Malfoy and drawing groans from both of them. Harry paused, savoring the sensation of being encased in Malfoy's tight heat. Fuck, had he known how good this felt, he would have been bending Malfoy over every piece of furniture in the Ministry.
Malfoy lay back on the desk completely, having apparently given up on trying to free his arms. He wrapped both legs around Harry and ordered him to move.
Harry leaned over, planting both hands on the desk. He braced himself and began to thrust. Harry wasn't interested in taking it easy; Malfoy had said he liked it rough. Harry pounded into Malfoy's hole, taking him and claiming him with long, hard strokes. Malfoy panted and twisted under him, lifting his hips into each thrust and demanding more. Harry was eager to oblige him. He lost himself in the basic act of fucking, driving into Malfoy over and over and causing the desk to shift across the floor with an audible screech of wood on wood.
Harry balanced on one hand and took Malfoy's shaft firmly in the other. He tugged Malfoy's cock awkwardly, but judging from the increased volume of Malfoy's moans, Harry was doing it right. Malfoy's knees jerked up, and his cock jerked in Harry's hand. Harry stroked him through his climax, smearing Malfoy's ejaculate over his twitching length.
When Malfoy subsided beneath him, Harry released his softening cock and clutched Malfoy's robe. If Malfoy noticed he was now wearing his own come, he didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he was pliant and lethargic, open and vulnerable to Harry's carnal possession.
Harry's balls drew up tight. He thrust twice more into Malfoy's clenching hole and groaned aloud as he filled Malfoy with his release. Harry leaned heavily on his shaking arms, hoping they would hold him until his legs stopped trembling. He moved his hips back and forth in small, shallow thrusts, as his cock slowly shrank.
"Merlin, Potter," Malfoy slurred. His legs had fallen open, while his eyes were closed.
Harry imagined they must look a sight, both of them only partially undressed, while he stood between Malfoy's limp, naked thighs. They were in quite the compromising position, should anyone walk in. Harry exhaled noisily and pulled out of Malfoy's wet heat.
Malfoy's legs jerked again, and he struggled to lever himself upright. His bare legs dangled over the desk, while his sated cock dangled between them. Harry's cock twitched with renewed interest at Malfoy's display. He turned away, cleaned himself with a spell and put himself to rights.
Malfoy finally succeeded in pushing his robes off of one arm, and he looked at the garment ruefully. "You ruined my uniform, Potter," he accused in a flat tone.
Harry shrugged. "You ruined my desk," he pointed out. "I'd say we're even."
Malfoy slid off of Harry's desk, wobbled a moment, then Summoned his trousers. "My back is going to hurt for days," he groused.
"Do you regret it?" Harry taunted.
Malfoy flashed him a smirk as he zipped up. "I regret nothing."