Sweetened Disposition
Title: Sweetened Disposition
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature!fic, explicit sex, mild dub-con
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1100
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 oogies4u, using the prompts blush, shiver, wink
♦ hp_creatures December prompt - wreath
Author's note: Sequel to Sweet (thanks for) Nothings
Summary: Professor Malfoy knows how to sweeten Professor Potter's disposition.
Harry flicked his wand again, wanting to be sure the wreath he was hanging on his office door was just right. He thought he was alone in the corridor until he heard a voice from behind him.
"Potter."
Harry jumped and spun around, wand held at the ready. He lowered it and snapped, "Bloody hell, Malfoy! Stop sneaking up on me!" The other professor smiled, and Harry shivered at the glimpse of Malfoy's fangs.
"I did not sneak up on you, Potter," said Malfoy. "If you hadn't been so engrossed in your domestic decorating, you would have noticed my approach."
Harry bit back an angry retort. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" he sneered. "It must be important, seeing as how you've slithered up from the Dungeons."
One blond brow raised. "Perhaps if you engaged in more frequent sex, you wouldn't be so bitter and waspish, Potter."
"I'm not having sex with you again!" Harry exclaimed, feeling a blush heat his cheeks as he recalled the spontaneous shag he'd engaged in with Malfoy once before.
"I did not come here to sweeten your disposition," drawled Malfoy, "although if you're in need of a good shag, I can-"
"No!" Harry blurted. He ignored the fact that his cock was swelling rapidly behind his zip.
Malfoy's lips quirked in a smirk, almost as if he knew how aroused Harry was becoming. "McGonagall asked me to speak to you," he said. "She is wanting to organize a Yule party, and she wants the Heads of each House to cooperate in this endeavor. You and I are in charge of decorations."
"You...Yule...what?!" sputtered Harry.
"Decorations, Potter," Malfoy repeated with exaggerated patience. "We are in charge of sorting them."
"Whose daft idea was that?!"
"The Headmistress," said Malfoy. "Did you hear a single word I said, or were you too busy undressing me with your eyes?"
Heat blossomed in Harry's face again. "You wish," he snapped. He turned his back on Malfoy, straightened the wreath on his door and opened it to stride into his office. Harry didn't realize Malfoy had followed until he turned around and almost bumped into the git. His body reacted with a throb of arousal, and Harry scrambled to put some distance between them.
Malfoy's eyebrows rose. "Are you afraid of me, Potter?"
"Of course not," scoffed Harry.
"Ah," Malfoy nodded.
Harry was instantly suspicious. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Malfoy smirked, displaying his fangs. He took a step closer, halting with barely a hands breadth between them. "You want me to pleasure you again, but you don't want to admit it," Malfoy whispered. "That is why you're so skittish."
Harry opened his mouth to lie and deny it, but Malfoy leaned in and pressed his mouth to the frantic throb of the pulse at Harry's throat. A shaky moan fell from Harry's parted lips, and he unconsciously swayed closer to the bane of his existence. Harry placed his hands on Malfoy's shoulders to steady himself, and he let his head fall back. Harry didn't protest when Malfoy's hand cupped him boldly between the legs. He shifted, opening for his colleague with another throaty moan of encouragement.
Malfoy's clever fingers worked the button on Harry's trousers free and tugged his zip down. He reached inside Harry's pants and stroked Harry's hot, aching cock. Harry whined and arched into it, desperate for some relief. It wasn't until he felt Malfoy push his trousers and pants down that Harry mustered a feeble protest.
"Malfoy..."
"Shush, Potter, I'll take care of you."
Malfoy turned Harry to face away from him. His hand wrapped around Harry's cock once more, and he began to nuzzle Harry's nape.
Harry never heard Malfoy's zip lower. He flinched at the sensation of a lubrication charm, then Malfoy was crowding behind him and causing Harry to bend forward. Harry put his hands out, bracing them on his desk a moment before he felt the first, insistent nudge of Malfoy's cock. Harry went breathless and still, groaning when he was penetrated on that thick, rigid shaft. Fuck, it burned, but just as Harry was about to complain, Malfoy's fangs pierced his throat.
Harry gasped, and his hands shifted to the edge of his desk. As Malfoy began to thrust, Harry held on for the ride. Malfoy had one hand buried in Harry's hair, holding his head back as he drank from him. His other hand continued to stroke and squeeze Harry's cock.
It was hot and messy, frantic and unplanned, but damned if it wasn't exactly what Harry needed. His body undulated back and forth, driving himself into Malfoy's hand before surging back to take Malfoy's cock deeper. It wasn't going to last long, and it didn't. Harry stiffened and gabbled out an incoherent cry as his release painted white stripes across his desk.
Malfoy's fangs retracted, and his hands shifted to Harry's hips, holding him in place as he continued to fuck Harry, right there in his office. Harry felt, more than heard, Malfoy's groan of pleasure, and he definitely felt the results of that pleasure pulsing inside of him.
Malfoy sagged against Harry, panting hotly on the back of Harry's neck. He seemed reluctant to separate their bodies. Instead, his fingers feathered over the small punctures on Harry's throat, and his lips brushed Harry's nape.
Harry was lethargic enough to allow the small intimacies. He sighed when Malfoy eventually uncoupled from him.
Malfoy chuckled. "I knew a good shag would improve your mood," he teased.
"Go fuck yourself," Harry slurred. He winced as he stood up straight and fumbled to pull his pants and trousers up. By the time Harry turned around, Malfoy was looking calm and unruffled. Harry hated him for it.
"About the decorations," Malfoy began. "I can count on your assistance?"
"Yeah, sure," grumbled Harry. "I love decorating for the hols," he added, trying to muster some sarcasm.
"I can see that, judging by how well you decorated your office," Malfoy said with a wink.
Harry was aware that Malfoy wasn't referring to the wreath on his door, and his jaw tightened. "Get out."
Malfoy laughed and sauntered to the door. "I'll meet you in the Great Hall after rounds tonight," he said before exiting.
Harry sagged back against his soiled desk. "Damn it," he swore softly. "I am so fucked."
Sweet Essence
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature!fic, explicit sex, mild dub-con
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1100
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 oogies4u, using the prompts blush, shiver, wink
♦ hp_creatures December prompt - wreath
Author's note: Sequel to Sweet (thanks for) Nothings
Summary: Professor Malfoy knows how to sweeten Professor Potter's disposition.
Harry flicked his wand again, wanting to be sure the wreath he was hanging on his office door was just right. He thought he was alone in the corridor until he heard a voice from behind him.
"Potter."
Harry jumped and spun around, wand held at the ready. He lowered it and snapped, "Bloody hell, Malfoy! Stop sneaking up on me!" The other professor smiled, and Harry shivered at the glimpse of Malfoy's fangs.
"I did not sneak up on you, Potter," said Malfoy. "If you hadn't been so engrossed in your domestic decorating, you would have noticed my approach."
Harry bit back an angry retort. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" he sneered. "It must be important, seeing as how you've slithered up from the Dungeons."
One blond brow raised. "Perhaps if you engaged in more frequent sex, you wouldn't be so bitter and waspish, Potter."
"I'm not having sex with you again!" Harry exclaimed, feeling a blush heat his cheeks as he recalled the spontaneous shag he'd engaged in with Malfoy once before.
"I did not come here to sweeten your disposition," drawled Malfoy, "although if you're in need of a good shag, I can-"
"No!" Harry blurted. He ignored the fact that his cock was swelling rapidly behind his zip.
Malfoy's lips quirked in a smirk, almost as if he knew how aroused Harry was becoming. "McGonagall asked me to speak to you," he said. "She is wanting to organize a Yule party, and she wants the Heads of each House to cooperate in this endeavor. You and I are in charge of decorations."
"You...Yule...what?!" sputtered Harry.
"Decorations, Potter," Malfoy repeated with exaggerated patience. "We are in charge of sorting them."
"Whose daft idea was that?!"
"The Headmistress," said Malfoy. "Did you hear a single word I said, or were you too busy undressing me with your eyes?"
Heat blossomed in Harry's face again. "You wish," he snapped. He turned his back on Malfoy, straightened the wreath on his door and opened it to stride into his office. Harry didn't realize Malfoy had followed until he turned around and almost bumped into the git. His body reacted with a throb of arousal, and Harry scrambled to put some distance between them.
Malfoy's eyebrows rose. "Are you afraid of me, Potter?"
"Of course not," scoffed Harry.
"Ah," Malfoy nodded.
Harry was instantly suspicious. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Malfoy smirked, displaying his fangs. He took a step closer, halting with barely a hands breadth between them. "You want me to pleasure you again, but you don't want to admit it," Malfoy whispered. "That is why you're so skittish."
Harry opened his mouth to lie and deny it, but Malfoy leaned in and pressed his mouth to the frantic throb of the pulse at Harry's throat. A shaky moan fell from Harry's parted lips, and he unconsciously swayed closer to the bane of his existence. Harry placed his hands on Malfoy's shoulders to steady himself, and he let his head fall back. Harry didn't protest when Malfoy's hand cupped him boldly between the legs. He shifted, opening for his colleague with another throaty moan of encouragement.
Malfoy's clever fingers worked the button on Harry's trousers free and tugged his zip down. He reached inside Harry's pants and stroked Harry's hot, aching cock. Harry whined and arched into it, desperate for some relief. It wasn't until he felt Malfoy push his trousers and pants down that Harry mustered a feeble protest.
"Malfoy..."
"Shush, Potter, I'll take care of you."
Malfoy turned Harry to face away from him. His hand wrapped around Harry's cock once more, and he began to nuzzle Harry's nape.
Harry never heard Malfoy's zip lower. He flinched at the sensation of a lubrication charm, then Malfoy was crowding behind him and causing Harry to bend forward. Harry put his hands out, bracing them on his desk a moment before he felt the first, insistent nudge of Malfoy's cock. Harry went breathless and still, groaning when he was penetrated on that thick, rigid shaft. Fuck, it burned, but just as Harry was about to complain, Malfoy's fangs pierced his throat.
Harry gasped, and his hands shifted to the edge of his desk. As Malfoy began to thrust, Harry held on for the ride. Malfoy had one hand buried in Harry's hair, holding his head back as he drank from him. His other hand continued to stroke and squeeze Harry's cock.
It was hot and messy, frantic and unplanned, but damned if it wasn't exactly what Harry needed. His body undulated back and forth, driving himself into Malfoy's hand before surging back to take Malfoy's cock deeper. It wasn't going to last long, and it didn't. Harry stiffened and gabbled out an incoherent cry as his release painted white stripes across his desk.
Malfoy's fangs retracted, and his hands shifted to Harry's hips, holding him in place as he continued to fuck Harry, right there in his office. Harry felt, more than heard, Malfoy's groan of pleasure, and he definitely felt the results of that pleasure pulsing inside of him.
Malfoy sagged against Harry, panting hotly on the back of Harry's neck. He seemed reluctant to separate their bodies. Instead, his fingers feathered over the small punctures on Harry's throat, and his lips brushed Harry's nape.
Harry was lethargic enough to allow the small intimacies. He sighed when Malfoy eventually uncoupled from him.
Malfoy chuckled. "I knew a good shag would improve your mood," he teased.
"Go fuck yourself," Harry slurred. He winced as he stood up straight and fumbled to pull his pants and trousers up. By the time Harry turned around, Malfoy was looking calm and unruffled. Harry hated him for it.
"About the decorations," Malfoy began. "I can count on your assistance?"
"Yeah, sure," grumbled Harry. "I love decorating for the hols," he added, trying to muster some sarcasm.
"I can see that, judging by how well you decorated your office," Malfoy said with a wink.
Harry was aware that Malfoy wasn't referring to the wreath on his door, and his jaw tightened. "Get out."
Malfoy laughed and sauntered to the door. "I'll meet you in the Great Hall after rounds tonight," he said before exiting.
Harry sagged back against his soiled desk. "Damn it," he swore softly. "I am so fucked."
Sweet Essence