That Awesome
Title: That Awesome
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): CRACK, and also sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 765
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for zeitgeistic, because I threatened her with a crack fic, based on her post of things she DOESN'T like in m/m fiction. Because I'm just that awesome.
Summary: Draco has his sights set on the Chosen One.
Draco's bedroom boasted a huge, floor to ceiling mirror...and he was taking shameless advantage of that fact to admire his reflection. His pale, French-vanilla-ice-cream colored hair gleamed from a recent brushing, and his limpid, mercury eyes with just a touch of blue at the outer edges of the irises sparkled with anticipation.
Draco ran his hands down his flat stomach and to his powerful thighs, which were encased in tight leather trousers. As Draco stood precisely 6'2.3" tall, his legs seemed to go on forever in the black trousers, and he planned to use that to his advantage tonight. When he went to the Ministry Ball. Where he would finally seduce the oh-so-perfect Harry Potter.
Draco winked at his amazing reflection, then Apparated away. Without using a wand. Because he was just that awesome.
~*~
Draco spotted Potter immediately. His atrocious hair, the exact color of a deep, dark chocolate cake, was as messy and unruly as usual. And, as usual, Potter was surrounded by a gaggle of giggling admirers. Most of them were female, but plenty of the giggling gaggle were male. Draco's flinty gray eyes narrowed. Potter was his tonight, and no one was going to stop him from claiming the irritating Chosen One.
Draco strode to the group, looming and glaring until the others slunk away. Potter looked up at Draco and nodded a greeting. Draco forgot to breathe. Potter's eyes were so green, like fresh lettuce. Romaine lettuce, that was, not the pale green of iceberg lettuce. In fact, they were almost the exact color of a spinach salad.
"Malfoy," said Potter.
"Potter," drawled Draco.
Potter's impossibly green eyes dilated, and he swayed closer, clearly mesmerized by Draco's sheer awesomeness.
"Would you like to go somewhere more quiet?" suggested Draco. "Say, my bedroom, for instance?"
"Yeah," Potter breathed, nodding again.
Draco took the hero's arm and Apparated them straight out of the Ministry, because its anti-Apparation wards were no match for his awesomeness.
Draco grabbed Potter's tight little arse in both hands and dragged him into a full-frontal frot. Potter moaned and clutched at Draco's shirt, eyes fluttering in pleasure. Draco squeezed the perfect globes of Potter's arse once more then set him back a step.
"Strip," Draco ordered in his I'm-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-scream voice.
Potter automatically stripped and sat on the bed. Draco snapped his fingers, removing his clothes with a spell. He conjured lubricant with another wandless feat of magic and began slathering it up and down his huge, erect, throbbing cock.
Potter licked his lips and whispered. "Malfoy, I haven't bottomed in awhile. In fact, I only ever did it once. I've been a manly top ever since."
"It seems that you're in need of a good dicking then," Draco purred in his I'm-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-scream voice.
Potter nodded, his spinach eyes going all limpid as he sprawled back on Draco's bed and spread himself in surrender. "I want your big cock in me now, Malfoy."
Draco arranged himself gracefully atop Potter on the huge bed. "Open wide," he said, still using his I'm-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-scream voice.
Potter grabbed the backs of his knees and opened himself fully. Draco took aim and thrust, stretching Potter's rim and sinking into his tight little hole. Potter wailed in pleasure and wrapped his legs around Draco's muscular back. Draco pounded into him, hitting Potter's prostate perfectly on each stroke.
Potter climaxed with a shrill scream, thrashing beneath Draco and clenching around Draco's cock. Draco kept it up, battering Potter's hole with his big cock, over and over, again and again, until Potter peaked again, screaming loud and long.
Draco pulled out of Potter's moist, quivering hole and flipped him over. He pulled Potter's hips up, positioning him with his arse in the air, and then Draco rammed himself into Potter once more. Potter screamed and clawed at the bedding, caught up in another amazing orgasm.
Damn, I'm good, Draco thought smugly to himself. He drove into Potter several more times before he allowed himself to climax. Draco filled Potter's hole with his juice, then pulled free and stretched out next to Potter.
Potter collapsed onto the bed with a happy groan and a blissfully shagged-out look on his face.
Draco grinned in satisfaction and gave his cock a slow stroke. "Give me a few minutes, and we'll have round two," he said in his I'm-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-scream voice.
Potter gazed at him in awe. "Damn, you're good."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): CRACK, and also sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 765
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for zeitgeistic, because I threatened her with a crack fic, based on her post of things she DOESN'T like in m/m fiction. Because I'm just that awesome.
Summary: Draco has his sights set on the Chosen One.
Draco's bedroom boasted a huge, floor to ceiling mirror...and he was taking shameless advantage of that fact to admire his reflection. His pale, French-vanilla-ice-cream colored hair gleamed from a recent brushing, and his limpid, mercury eyes with just a touch of blue at the outer edges of the irises sparkled with anticipation.
Draco ran his hands down his flat stomach and to his powerful thighs, which were encased in tight leather trousers. As Draco stood precisely 6'2.3" tall, his legs seemed to go on forever in the black trousers, and he planned to use that to his advantage tonight. When he went to the Ministry Ball. Where he would finally seduce the oh-so-perfect Harry Potter.
Draco winked at his amazing reflection, then Apparated away. Without using a wand. Because he was just that awesome.
~*~
Draco spotted Potter immediately. His atrocious hair, the exact color of a deep, dark chocolate cake, was as messy and unruly as usual. And, as usual, Potter was surrounded by a gaggle of giggling admirers. Most of them were female, but plenty of the giggling gaggle were male. Draco's flinty gray eyes narrowed. Potter was his tonight, and no one was going to stop him from claiming the irritating Chosen One.
Draco strode to the group, looming and glaring until the others slunk away. Potter looked up at Draco and nodded a greeting. Draco forgot to breathe. Potter's eyes were so green, like fresh lettuce. Romaine lettuce, that was, not the pale green of iceberg lettuce. In fact, they were almost the exact color of a spinach salad.
"Malfoy," said Potter.
"Potter," drawled Draco.
Potter's impossibly green eyes dilated, and he swayed closer, clearly mesmerized by Draco's sheer awesomeness.
"Would you like to go somewhere more quiet?" suggested Draco. "Say, my bedroom, for instance?"
"Yeah," Potter breathed, nodding again.
Draco took the hero's arm and Apparated them straight out of the Ministry, because its anti-Apparation wards were no match for his awesomeness.
Draco grabbed Potter's tight little arse in both hands and dragged him into a full-frontal frot. Potter moaned and clutched at Draco's shirt, eyes fluttering in pleasure. Draco squeezed the perfect globes of Potter's arse once more then set him back a step.
"Strip," Draco ordered in his I'm-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-scream voice.
Potter automatically stripped and sat on the bed. Draco snapped his fingers, removing his clothes with a spell. He conjured lubricant with another wandless feat of magic and began slathering it up and down his huge, erect, throbbing cock.
Potter licked his lips and whispered. "Malfoy, I haven't bottomed in awhile. In fact, I only ever did it once. I've been a manly top ever since."
"It seems that you're in need of a good dicking then," Draco purred in his I'm-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-scream voice.
Potter nodded, his spinach eyes going all limpid as he sprawled back on Draco's bed and spread himself in surrender. "I want your big cock in me now, Malfoy."
Draco arranged himself gracefully atop Potter on the huge bed. "Open wide," he said, still using his I'm-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-scream voice.
Potter grabbed the backs of his knees and opened himself fully. Draco took aim and thrust, stretching Potter's rim and sinking into his tight little hole. Potter wailed in pleasure and wrapped his legs around Draco's muscular back. Draco pounded into him, hitting Potter's prostate perfectly on each stroke.
Potter climaxed with a shrill scream, thrashing beneath Draco and clenching around Draco's cock. Draco kept it up, battering Potter's hole with his big cock, over and over, again and again, until Potter peaked again, screaming loud and long.
Draco pulled out of Potter's moist, quivering hole and flipped him over. He pulled Potter's hips up, positioning him with his arse in the air, and then Draco rammed himself into Potter once more. Potter screamed and clawed at the bedding, caught up in another amazing orgasm.
Damn, I'm good, Draco thought smugly to himself. He drove into Potter several more times before he allowed himself to climax. Draco filled Potter's hole with his juice, then pulled free and stretched out next to Potter.
Potter collapsed onto the bed with a happy groan and a blissfully shagged-out look on his face.
Draco grinned in satisfaction and gave his cock a slow stroke. "Give me a few minutes, and we'll have round two," he said in his I'm-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-scream voice.
Potter gazed at him in awe. "Damn, you're good."