REMEDY: Practice Makes Perfect
Title: Practice Makes Perfect (14/15)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Underage sexual activity
Word count: 840
Teaser: Remembering what he'd learned under Malfoy's tutelage, Harry worked one hand between their bellies and grasped the blond's prick, tugging it in time with his strokes.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a sequel to Growing Bold, in which Harry is gaining confidence in bed as a result of Draco's tutelage.
Summary: Draco has been allowing Harry to use him for shag practice. Will Harry finally get it right this time?
Draco yelped as Potter penetrated him and drove in to the hilt. "Bastard!" he hissed, partly because of the discomfort he felt and partly because Potter had refused to answer his question.
Potter grinned smugly down at him. "I don't ask what you do or who you do when we're not together," he pointed out. "So don't expect me to tell you who I was thinking of while I wanked." With that, he withdrew and thrust forward again, repeating the process until he had established a steady rhythm.
Draco squelched his annoyance. He didn't care about Potter outside of this room, either, and he didn't care that Potter didn't care about him. As the Gryffindor continued to pound into him, his ire drained away, replaced by desire. He began to lift his hips, encouraging Potter to thrust deeper and..."Harder," he demanded.
Harry obeyed, driving more forcefully between Malfoy's thighs, relishing the Slytherin's tight, slick heat as it surrounded his aching cock. While he was enjoying himself immensely, he had none of the urgent need to thrust and thrust and thrust until he came. Instead, he was content to ride Malfoy in the manner the blond dictated. Remembering what he'd learned under Malfoy's tutelage, Harry worked one hand between their bellies and grasped the blond's prick, tugging it in time with his strokes.
Draco was unable to contain his moan of pleasure. Potter's cock was battering his prostate over and over, and when his hand closed over Draco's cock, he couldn't help the jerky movements of his hips or the soft sounds of enjoyment spilling from his lips. He was close, and the thought crossed his mind that if Potter spent himself before Draco got off, he'd kill the git this time. Such was not the case. With his orgasm fast approaching, Draco's legs wrapped themselves around Potter's waist, and his hands fastened themselves behind the Gryffindor's neck. He tilted his hips into each stroke, while his breath puffed forth. Being stretched and pounded and filled, and pulled and tugged and squeezed was too much for him.
"H-Harry!" cried Draco, as he climaxed in a long series of spurts.
Harry grinned in triumph. At last! He'd finally managed to fuck his Slytherin tutor into completion. Releasing Malfoy's prick to concentrate on his own pleasure, Harry continued to drive into the now relaxed and panting blond beneath him. Malfoy's body was still clenching and spasming around him, and the sensation helped to bring about Harry's own climax. He groaned loudly as his cock shot ribbons of come into Malfoy. Utterly spent, Harry collapsed on top of Malfoy, breathing heavily.
Draco lay quietly beneath Potter for a moment, until breathing became an issue. "You're heavy," he complained, pushing at the other boy's body. Potter rolled off of him with a sigh, and Draco sighed, as well.
After a minute spent staring at the ceiling and collecting his breath and his wits, Harry turned to the blond beside him. "How did I do?" he grinned.
Malfoy didn't even look at him. "I guess you'll do," he conceded begrudgingly.
Harry was too pleased with his performance to take offense. "Great!" he enthused. "Now I'll be ready for my date with Neville this weekend!"
Draco felt a surge of...irritation crackle through him. He was annoyed with Potter for once again mentioning Longbottom after just engaging in sex with him. That was all. Potter swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and Draco sat up. "So," he began casually, "where are you taking Longbottom on your hot date?"
Potter crossed the room and began to gather his clothing. "I asked Neville to that inter-house dance that Ravenclaw is hosting," he replied. He stepped into his pants and then tugged on his trousers. "Will you be there?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco decided on the spur of the moment, forgetting that he had made mockery of the idea when the invitation had first appeared in the Slytherin common room.
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Potter, pulling his jumper over his head. He paused a moment, then asked, "If I have any questions, you'll help me, right?"
Fighting hard to keep his lip from curling, Draco responded airily, "Yes, yes, Potter. Can't have you putting on a bad show for Longbottom and putting my teaching skills to shame."
Potter's expression was suddenly serious. "Er, about that," he began, blushing to the roots of his hair. "Thank you...for everything."
"Don't go getting all girlie on me," snapped Draco.
Potter responded with a cheeky grin. "Right then," he said briskly. "I'll see you around, yeah?" With that, he made his way to the door.
"Yeah, see you," said Draco, but Potter was already gone.
'Good riddance', thought Draco crossly, in an effort to convince himself he didn't already miss the messy-haired git.
TBC
Edit: This series is put to rest in the final installment Staking Claims
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Underage sexual activity
Word count: 840
Teaser: Remembering what he'd learned under Malfoy's tutelage, Harry worked one hand between their bellies and grasped the blond's prick, tugging it in time with his strokes.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a sequel to Growing Bold, in which Harry is gaining confidence in bed as a result of Draco's tutelage.
Summary: Draco has been allowing Harry to use him for shag practice. Will Harry finally get it right this time?
Draco yelped as Potter penetrated him and drove in to the hilt. "Bastard!" he hissed, partly because of the discomfort he felt and partly because Potter had refused to answer his question.
Potter grinned smugly down at him. "I don't ask what you do or who you do when we're not together," he pointed out. "So don't expect me to tell you who I was thinking of while I wanked." With that, he withdrew and thrust forward again, repeating the process until he had established a steady rhythm.
Draco squelched his annoyance. He didn't care about Potter outside of this room, either, and he didn't care that Potter didn't care about him. As the Gryffindor continued to pound into him, his ire drained away, replaced by desire. He began to lift his hips, encouraging Potter to thrust deeper and..."Harder," he demanded.
Harry obeyed, driving more forcefully between Malfoy's thighs, relishing the Slytherin's tight, slick heat as it surrounded his aching cock. While he was enjoying himself immensely, he had none of the urgent need to thrust and thrust and thrust until he came. Instead, he was content to ride Malfoy in the manner the blond dictated. Remembering what he'd learned under Malfoy's tutelage, Harry worked one hand between their bellies and grasped the blond's prick, tugging it in time with his strokes.
Draco was unable to contain his moan of pleasure. Potter's cock was battering his prostate over and over, and when his hand closed over Draco's cock, he couldn't help the jerky movements of his hips or the soft sounds of enjoyment spilling from his lips. He was close, and the thought crossed his mind that if Potter spent himself before Draco got off, he'd kill the git this time. Such was not the case. With his orgasm fast approaching, Draco's legs wrapped themselves around Potter's waist, and his hands fastened themselves behind the Gryffindor's neck. He tilted his hips into each stroke, while his breath puffed forth. Being stretched and pounded and filled, and pulled and tugged and squeezed was too much for him.
"H-Harry!" cried Draco, as he climaxed in a long series of spurts.
Harry grinned in triumph. At last! He'd finally managed to fuck his Slytherin tutor into completion. Releasing Malfoy's prick to concentrate on his own pleasure, Harry continued to drive into the now relaxed and panting blond beneath him. Malfoy's body was still clenching and spasming around him, and the sensation helped to bring about Harry's own climax. He groaned loudly as his cock shot ribbons of come into Malfoy. Utterly spent, Harry collapsed on top of Malfoy, breathing heavily.
Draco lay quietly beneath Potter for a moment, until breathing became an issue. "You're heavy," he complained, pushing at the other boy's body. Potter rolled off of him with a sigh, and Draco sighed, as well.
After a minute spent staring at the ceiling and collecting his breath and his wits, Harry turned to the blond beside him. "How did I do?" he grinned.
Malfoy didn't even look at him. "I guess you'll do," he conceded begrudgingly.
Harry was too pleased with his performance to take offense. "Great!" he enthused. "Now I'll be ready for my date with Neville this weekend!"
Draco felt a surge of...irritation crackle through him. He was annoyed with Potter for once again mentioning Longbottom after just engaging in sex with him. That was all. Potter swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and Draco sat up. "So," he began casually, "where are you taking Longbottom on your hot date?"
Potter crossed the room and began to gather his clothing. "I asked Neville to that inter-house dance that Ravenclaw is hosting," he replied. He stepped into his pants and then tugged on his trousers. "Will you be there?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco decided on the spur of the moment, forgetting that he had made mockery of the idea when the invitation had first appeared in the Slytherin common room.
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Potter, pulling his jumper over his head. He paused a moment, then asked, "If I have any questions, you'll help me, right?"
Fighting hard to keep his lip from curling, Draco responded airily, "Yes, yes, Potter. Can't have you putting on a bad show for Longbottom and putting my teaching skills to shame."
Potter's expression was suddenly serious. "Er, about that," he began, blushing to the roots of his hair. "Thank you...for everything."
"Don't go getting all girlie on me," snapped Draco.
Potter responded with a cheeky grin. "Right then," he said briskly. "I'll see you around, yeah?" With that, he made his way to the door.
"Yeah, see you," said Draco, but Potter was already gone.
'Good riddance', thought Draco crossly, in an effort to convince himself he didn't already miss the messy-haired git.
TBC
Edit: This series is put to rest in the final installment Staking Claims