Neighborhood Veela
Title: Neighborhood Veela
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: 940
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for groolover as thanks for beta-reading my 2012 hp_harlequin fest fic. She requested more of Bent and Broken
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt No. 83 - pizza
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 107 - pile of leaves
Summary: Malfoy drops in...literally.
Harry was busy raking leaves, or at least attempting to. Each time he managed to gather a sizable pile, Max would dive into the leaves and scatter them all over.
"Max!" Harry cried for the fourth time. The dog's head popped out of the pile of leaves, and his ears cocked forward while his tongue lolled out in a grin. Harry couldn't scold him. Instead, he laughed and dropped the rake in favor of jumping into the leaves with Max. "You're a menace," he said fondly, scratching Max behind the ears.
A dark shadow passed overhead, and Max barked once. Harry reached for his wand, only to relax when he saw it was his friendly neighborhood Veela coming for a visit.
Malfoy touched down lightly on the ground and folded his white wings. "Are you cleaning your garden or making a mess of it?" he drawled.
Max burst from the pile of leaves and pranced up to Malfoy, tail wagging furiously as he greeted him. Harry stood up and brushed the leaves from his hair and clothing. "I was trying to rake," he said, "but Max kept plowing into the pile and messing it up."
"Max would never do such a dastardly deed, would you boy?" asked Malfoy, stooping to pet Harry's dog. Max rolled over and presented his belly, and Malfoy obliged him by rubbing Max's stomach.
Harry could only shake his head at his dog's obvious devotion to someone else. "Are you hungry or randy?" he asked. Malfoy only visited when wanted his stomach or his arse filled.
Malfoy straightened with a grin. "A bit of both, actually," he admitted.
"Well, come on then," said Harry. "I'll feed you first."
~*~
"I hope you don't mind leftover pizza."
Malfoy picked up a slice of warmed pizza and bit into it. He moaned in pleasure as he chewed.
Harry's trousers tightened to the point of pain, and he turned away to dish up some pizza for himself. He turned back in time to see Malfoy sneak a piece of pepperoni to Max.
"Oy, if he sicks up, you're going to clean up after him."
"Max is made of sterner stuff than that, aren't you boy?"
Harry rolled his eyes and sat down to enjoy his pizza and the anticipation of dessert.
~*~
Harry tried to skim out of his trousers and pants without removing his shoes first. He swore and hobbled around his bedroom, toeing off his trainers so he could finish getting undressed.
Malfoy was already naked and waiting on the bed. He was crouched on his fours with his large wings unfurled and held up and out of his way. "Honestly, Potter, there are spells for that," he chided.
"I'll be buggered if I can remember any," muttered Harry. He drizzled lube in his right hand and slicked it up and down his shaft.
"I'd like to be buggered some time today."
"Shut your gob, Malfoy." Harry's words lacked heat, if only because he was also impatient to get on with the buggering. He tossed the lube aside and dove onto the bed with a whoop.
Malfoy lost his balance and nearly toppled over. "Potter, you imbecile!"
Max whined outside of the bedroom door.
Harry laughed while Malfoy steadied himself on his fours again. "I thought you were in a hurry," he teased, rising to his knees and positioning himself behind Malfoy. Harry didn't wait for a response; he aimed his cock and thrust.
Malfoy groaned, low and deep, and his spine dipped as he arched back to facilitate penetration. His large wings lifted and fluttered. Harry was unable to resist the allure of Malfoy's feathers. He raised a hand and stroked one silken wing.
"Move," grunted Malfoy.
It was an order Harry was happy to obey. He drove in deeper, catching his breath when Malfoy clenched around him. Harry could happily spend hours, days, buried in Malfoy's snug heat. Too bad this was destined to last mere minutes. Harry pulled back and thrust in again. Malfoy exhaled on a breathy gasp, and his wings fluttered.
"Is that the spot?" Harry asked, all but preening.
"Mm, yeah...give me more..."
Harry put his back into it, pumping his hips rapidly over Malfoy's arse as he banged him good and hard. Excited cries fell from Malfoy's lips, and Max added his howls to the din. It was loud and ridiculous and messy and perfect, and Harry never wanted it to end.
Malfoy had other ideas. He reached beneath himself and began to wank with short, fierce strokes. His wings extended completely, and his feathers rustled as Malfoy climaxed with a hoarse shout. Malfoy clamped down on Harry's cock and squeezed it with rhythmic contractions of his inner muscles. Harry's orgasm was virtually pulled from him, and he added his own voice to the cacophony.
The bedroom quieted as Harry and Malfoy subsided into rough, panting breaths. Max whined on the other side of the door.
"If you got your dog a girlfriend, he'd know what was going on in here instead of thinking we're killing one another."
Harry chuckled at Malfoy's droll comment, and he eased out of his lover. "Perhaps we should cast some privacy charms next time," said Harry. "Settle down, Max," Harry called to his dog. Max responded with a happy yip.
"Say, Potter?"
"Hm?" murmured Harry, trailing his fingers over Malfoy's feathers.
"Is there any pizza left?"
Cause for Celebration
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: 940
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for groolover as thanks for beta-reading my 2012 hp_harlequin fest fic. She requested more of Bent and Broken
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt No. 83 - pizza
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 107 - pile of leaves
Summary: Malfoy drops in...literally.
Harry was busy raking leaves, or at least attempting to. Each time he managed to gather a sizable pile, Max would dive into the leaves and scatter them all over.
"Max!" Harry cried for the fourth time. The dog's head popped out of the pile of leaves, and his ears cocked forward while his tongue lolled out in a grin. Harry couldn't scold him. Instead, he laughed and dropped the rake in favor of jumping into the leaves with Max. "You're a menace," he said fondly, scratching Max behind the ears.
A dark shadow passed overhead, and Max barked once. Harry reached for his wand, only to relax when he saw it was his friendly neighborhood Veela coming for a visit.
Malfoy touched down lightly on the ground and folded his white wings. "Are you cleaning your garden or making a mess of it?" he drawled.
Max burst from the pile of leaves and pranced up to Malfoy, tail wagging furiously as he greeted him. Harry stood up and brushed the leaves from his hair and clothing. "I was trying to rake," he said, "but Max kept plowing into the pile and messing it up."
"Max would never do such a dastardly deed, would you boy?" asked Malfoy, stooping to pet Harry's dog. Max rolled over and presented his belly, and Malfoy obliged him by rubbing Max's stomach.
Harry could only shake his head at his dog's obvious devotion to someone else. "Are you hungry or randy?" he asked. Malfoy only visited when wanted his stomach or his arse filled.
Malfoy straightened with a grin. "A bit of both, actually," he admitted.
"Well, come on then," said Harry. "I'll feed you first."
~*~
"I hope you don't mind leftover pizza."
Malfoy picked up a slice of warmed pizza and bit into it. He moaned in pleasure as he chewed.
Harry's trousers tightened to the point of pain, and he turned away to dish up some pizza for himself. He turned back in time to see Malfoy sneak a piece of pepperoni to Max.
"Oy, if he sicks up, you're going to clean up after him."
"Max is made of sterner stuff than that, aren't you boy?"
Harry rolled his eyes and sat down to enjoy his pizza and the anticipation of dessert.
~*~
Harry tried to skim out of his trousers and pants without removing his shoes first. He swore and hobbled around his bedroom, toeing off his trainers so he could finish getting undressed.
Malfoy was already naked and waiting on the bed. He was crouched on his fours with his large wings unfurled and held up and out of his way. "Honestly, Potter, there are spells for that," he chided.
"I'll be buggered if I can remember any," muttered Harry. He drizzled lube in his right hand and slicked it up and down his shaft.
"I'd like to be buggered some time today."
"Shut your gob, Malfoy." Harry's words lacked heat, if only because he was also impatient to get on with the buggering. He tossed the lube aside and dove onto the bed with a whoop.
Malfoy lost his balance and nearly toppled over. "Potter, you imbecile!"
Max whined outside of the bedroom door.
Harry laughed while Malfoy steadied himself on his fours again. "I thought you were in a hurry," he teased, rising to his knees and positioning himself behind Malfoy. Harry didn't wait for a response; he aimed his cock and thrust.
Malfoy groaned, low and deep, and his spine dipped as he arched back to facilitate penetration. His large wings lifted and fluttered. Harry was unable to resist the allure of Malfoy's feathers. He raised a hand and stroked one silken wing.
"Move," grunted Malfoy.
It was an order Harry was happy to obey. He drove in deeper, catching his breath when Malfoy clenched around him. Harry could happily spend hours, days, buried in Malfoy's snug heat. Too bad this was destined to last mere minutes. Harry pulled back and thrust in again. Malfoy exhaled on a breathy gasp, and his wings fluttered.
"Is that the spot?" Harry asked, all but preening.
"Mm, yeah...give me more..."
Harry put his back into it, pumping his hips rapidly over Malfoy's arse as he banged him good and hard. Excited cries fell from Malfoy's lips, and Max added his howls to the din. It was loud and ridiculous and messy and perfect, and Harry never wanted it to end.
Malfoy had other ideas. He reached beneath himself and began to wank with short, fierce strokes. His wings extended completely, and his feathers rustled as Malfoy climaxed with a hoarse shout. Malfoy clamped down on Harry's cock and squeezed it with rhythmic contractions of his inner muscles. Harry's orgasm was virtually pulled from him, and he added his own voice to the cacophony.
The bedroom quieted as Harry and Malfoy subsided into rough, panting breaths. Max whined on the other side of the door.
"If you got your dog a girlfriend, he'd know what was going on in here instead of thinking we're killing one another."
Harry chuckled at Malfoy's droll comment, and he eased out of his lover. "Perhaps we should cast some privacy charms next time," said Harry. "Settle down, Max," Harry called to his dog. Max responded with a happy yip.
"Say, Potter?"
"Hm?" murmured Harry, trailing his fingers over Malfoy's feathers.
"Is there any pizza left?"
Cause for Celebration