Auror's Orders
Title: Auror's Orders
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: 1655
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 susan5124, who asked for a sequel to Healer's Orders. It may behoove you to read that one first...
Summary: Draco invites Potter over for dinner and a test run.
Draco jotted his Floo address on the piece of parchment and added:
Dinner at my flat tomorrow night at 8:00
~DM
Draco sent the owl back to Potter and allowed himself a small smile. If he and Potter were going to test drive Potter's magically repaired penis, Draco wanted the home turf advantage. He ate his take away dinner in high spirits, mentally going over the preparations he needed to make before tomorrow night.
~*~
Potter emerged from Draco's Floo at ten minutes past the hour. "My apologies, Malfoy," he said, brushing soot from his shoulders. "Hermione rang me to see how I was feeling, and I had to listen to a lengthy lecture about taking it easy for the next several days."
Draco grinned to demonstrate he wasn't angry. "Did you tell her your healer ordered you to have sex?"
"If I had, I'd still be listening to her lecture," Potter replied. He held up a bottle. "I brought wine. If it doesn't go with dinner, feel free to enjoy it some other time."
Draco accepted the bottle of white wine and inspected the label. "I've prepared a chicken dish, so this will go quite nicely. Thank you, Potter." Draco returned to the kitchen, aware that Potter followed him.
"May I help with anything?" Potter asked.
"Everything is ready," said Draco. "I'll let you pour the wine, however."
Soon after, they were seated at Draco's dining room table, enjoying a delicious meal. They engaged in small talk, with Potter asking about Draco's career as a healer and Draco sharing amusing anecdotes from St Mungo's.
Once they'd finished their dinner with dishes of fresh berries, Draco took a sip of his wine while allowing his eyes to linger on Potter's muscled chest. He'd like to shag Potter six ways to Sunday, but tonight was all about testing Potter's repaired equipment. Draco didn't mind; he enjoyed a good rogering now and again, and he anticipated that Potter would be a magnificent lover.
Potter cut to the chase. He leaned forward and said, "I've been ordered to engage in sex, and I thought it would be wise to have a healer involved, in case something goes terribly awry."
"Are you trying to pull me, Auror Potter?" Draco quipped.
"Do you require more wine, Healer Malfoy?"
Draco chuckled. "No, Potter, I believe I'm in an agreeable mood this evening."
"Splendid!" Potter beamed. "Shall we do this the old-fashioned way, in a bed, or would you prefer something more scandalous, such as a shag on the dining room table?"
Draco's cock throbbed at the naughty suggestion, and he barely refrained from gasping. Sex with Potter was sounding more and more intriguing. "Perhaps we should involve a bed, in case things go terribly awry," said Draco. He stood up and set his glass on the table.
"An excellent idea," Potter agreed, rising to his feet also.
Draco turned in the direction of his bedroom and beckoned Potter to follow him. He opened the door and stepped to the side, allowing Potter to precede him inside.
"Very nice, Malfoy," Potter commented, gazing about the well-appointed room. He looked at the large bed and grinned. "I can't wait to try that out."
"Why wait?" drawled Draco. He toed his shoes off and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. Potter followed his lead, and soon they were both nude and reclining on the bed. Draco reached for a bottle of lubricant, only to have Potter take it from him.
"Allow me," Potter said gallantly. He opened the cap and drizzled lube over the fingers of his right hand. "Roll over," Potter instructed in a gruff voice.
Draco shivered. "Auror's orders?" he teased, even as he turned onto his stomach.
"Auror's orders," Potter confirmed.
Draco's breath quickened when he felt a warm, rough palm smooth over his bum and give one cheek a squeeze. Draco shifted his legs apart and raised his arse. Potter's thumb rubbed over his pucker, and Draco stifled a groan. It was all he could do not to frot against the bedding in search of relief for his aching cock. Potter's thumb retreated and was replaced by a slick finger. It pressed against Draco's entrance and slid inside. Draco did groan then, as Potter's finger moved in and out, mimicking the act of intercourse.
Potter introduced a second finger, and Draco could hear his breathing grow heavier. "You're so tight and hot," Potter murmured. "I can't wait to have my cock inside of you."
"Why wait?" Draco said, repeating his words from earlier. He dipped his spine, lifting his arse even higher in an effort to entice Potter to mount him.
It was Potter's turn to groan. He pulled his fingers free. "Condom?" he rasped.
Draco pointed at the table next to the bed. Potter snatched up a foil packet and tore it open. After a moment Draco felt Potter move into position, and he held his breath. Potter's cock nudged at Draco's prepared entrance, pressing gently until Draco's muscles eased enough to allow penetration. Draco's breath left him in a ragged moan, and his fingers tightened in the duvet.
"Fuck, Malfoy," panted Potter. "Don't move, or I'll come like a randy Third year."
Draco gritted his teeth and held still as Potter pulled back and drove in deeper. The motion was repeated until Potter was fully inside of him. Draco swallowed heavily and managed to ask, "How does that feel?"
Potter hesitated before responding. "I think that's meant to be my line, Malfoy."
"No, Potter, I was-"
"Malfoy, turn off your healer brain and just...enjoy the moment, yeah? And, to answer your question, it feels fantastic. You feel fantastic, okay? Now, get your knees under you and your arse in the air so I can fuck you good and proper."
"Bossy Auror," muttered Draco.
"I heard that," said Potter, giving Draco's arse a stinging swat.
Draco yelped, and his cock jerked. He aimed a glare at Potter over one shoulder, seeing a cheeky grin on Potter's face. Potter backed off, withdrawing almost to the tip, to allow Draco to maneuver. Draco drew his knees up and rose to all fours.
"Mm, that's better," said Potter. He got a good grip on Draco's hips and began to thrust. Potter grunted with the effort, and Draco moaned each time he was pounded full of Potter's cock. It wasn't merely fantastic, it was bloody brilliant.
"Touch yourself," Potter panted. "I want to be inside of you when you come."
Draco clenched his jaw on a whimper. Potter's words alone were driving him mad with lust. Draco dropped to his forearms and shifted his balance to reach beneath himself. He closed his hand around his cock and stroked it from base to tip. "Ah, ah," he puffed. This was all too much, and Draco knew he wasn't going to last long. Potter was banging him just so, and his own cock was delighted with the rough handling he was treating it to.
"Potter, I'm...oh fuck...I'm going to come..."
"Let it happen, Malfoy...can't wait to...to feel you squeezing my cock-"
Draco's enraptured cry of pleasure drowned out the rest of what Potter may have said. His entire body tensed and tightened, and his release spilled over his fingers. Potter was still short-stroking him, and it served to increase the intensity of Draco's climax. He shuddered through the final throes of his orgasm before collapsing, face down, on the pillows.
Draco's heart was pounding in his chest, and his breath was heaving in and out as he came down from his euphoric high. Potter continued riding him hard. He thrust deep and groaned. Draco could feel Potter's cock jerking inside of him, while Potter's fingers tightened on Draco's hips with enough force to bruise. To his surprise, Draco realized he didn't care that Potter was marking him in such a manner.
Potter collapsed on top of him, sweaty chest pressed to Draco's damp back. Draco didn't mind; he enjoyed Potter's solid weight holding him down. He shivered when Potter eventually levered himself upright. Potter sighed and eased his cock free, leaving Draco empty and aching. Draco's rim fluttered in reaction, making him long to be penetrated again.
Draco fumbled for his wand and swept it over the bedding as Potter disposed of his condom. They lay facing one another on the bed, not quite touching. Potter spoke first.
"Everything seems to be in working order, Malfoy. Thank you."
Draco couldn't resist taking the mickey out of him. "I'll be sure to bill the Auror Department for my extra services." Potter's horrified expression caused Draco to laugh out loud.
"You'd better be taking the piss, Malfoy."
"You should have seen the look on your face, Potter," Draco snickered. His mirth faded when he found himself flat on his back with Potter crouched above him.
Potter placed one knee between Draco's legs and urged Draco to spread for him. Draco hesitated only a moment before parting his thighs. Heat pooled at Draco's groin when Potter boldly claimed the space between his legs.
"If I have to pay for your services, I may as well get my money's worth," Potter murmured. He took Draco's cock in hand and gave him a slow, deliberate stroke.
Draco hummed as he began to swell again in Potter's grip. "I...I reckon we should mmm...make sure you're functioning properly," Draco gasped.
Potter shot him a sly grin. "First, let me check that you're functioning," he said. Potter lowered his head, and Draco's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
All functions normal.
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: 1655
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 susan5124, who asked for a sequel to Healer's Orders. It may behoove you to read that one first...
Summary: Draco invites Potter over for dinner and a test run.
Draco jotted his Floo address on the piece of parchment and added:
Dinner at my flat tomorrow night at 8:00
~DM
Draco sent the owl back to Potter and allowed himself a small smile. If he and Potter were going to test drive Potter's magically repaired penis, Draco wanted the home turf advantage. He ate his take away dinner in high spirits, mentally going over the preparations he needed to make before tomorrow night.
~*~
Potter emerged from Draco's Floo at ten minutes past the hour. "My apologies, Malfoy," he said, brushing soot from his shoulders. "Hermione rang me to see how I was feeling, and I had to listen to a lengthy lecture about taking it easy for the next several days."
Draco grinned to demonstrate he wasn't angry. "Did you tell her your healer ordered you to have sex?"
"If I had, I'd still be listening to her lecture," Potter replied. He held up a bottle. "I brought wine. If it doesn't go with dinner, feel free to enjoy it some other time."
Draco accepted the bottle of white wine and inspected the label. "I've prepared a chicken dish, so this will go quite nicely. Thank you, Potter." Draco returned to the kitchen, aware that Potter followed him.
"May I help with anything?" Potter asked.
"Everything is ready," said Draco. "I'll let you pour the wine, however."
Soon after, they were seated at Draco's dining room table, enjoying a delicious meal. They engaged in small talk, with Potter asking about Draco's career as a healer and Draco sharing amusing anecdotes from St Mungo's.
Once they'd finished their dinner with dishes of fresh berries, Draco took a sip of his wine while allowing his eyes to linger on Potter's muscled chest. He'd like to shag Potter six ways to Sunday, but tonight was all about testing Potter's repaired equipment. Draco didn't mind; he enjoyed a good rogering now and again, and he anticipated that Potter would be a magnificent lover.
Potter cut to the chase. He leaned forward and said, "I've been ordered to engage in sex, and I thought it would be wise to have a healer involved, in case something goes terribly awry."
"Are you trying to pull me, Auror Potter?" Draco quipped.
"Do you require more wine, Healer Malfoy?"
Draco chuckled. "No, Potter, I believe I'm in an agreeable mood this evening."
"Splendid!" Potter beamed. "Shall we do this the old-fashioned way, in a bed, or would you prefer something more scandalous, such as a shag on the dining room table?"
Draco's cock throbbed at the naughty suggestion, and he barely refrained from gasping. Sex with Potter was sounding more and more intriguing. "Perhaps we should involve a bed, in case things go terribly awry," said Draco. He stood up and set his glass on the table.
"An excellent idea," Potter agreed, rising to his feet also.
Draco turned in the direction of his bedroom and beckoned Potter to follow him. He opened the door and stepped to the side, allowing Potter to precede him inside.
"Very nice, Malfoy," Potter commented, gazing about the well-appointed room. He looked at the large bed and grinned. "I can't wait to try that out."
"Why wait?" drawled Draco. He toed his shoes off and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. Potter followed his lead, and soon they were both nude and reclining on the bed. Draco reached for a bottle of lubricant, only to have Potter take it from him.
"Allow me," Potter said gallantly. He opened the cap and drizzled lube over the fingers of his right hand. "Roll over," Potter instructed in a gruff voice.
Draco shivered. "Auror's orders?" he teased, even as he turned onto his stomach.
"Auror's orders," Potter confirmed.
Draco's breath quickened when he felt a warm, rough palm smooth over his bum and give one cheek a squeeze. Draco shifted his legs apart and raised his arse. Potter's thumb rubbed over his pucker, and Draco stifled a groan. It was all he could do not to frot against the bedding in search of relief for his aching cock. Potter's thumb retreated and was replaced by a slick finger. It pressed against Draco's entrance and slid inside. Draco did groan then, as Potter's finger moved in and out, mimicking the act of intercourse.
Potter introduced a second finger, and Draco could hear his breathing grow heavier. "You're so tight and hot," Potter murmured. "I can't wait to have my cock inside of you."
"Why wait?" Draco said, repeating his words from earlier. He dipped his spine, lifting his arse even higher in an effort to entice Potter to mount him.
It was Potter's turn to groan. He pulled his fingers free. "Condom?" he rasped.
Draco pointed at the table next to the bed. Potter snatched up a foil packet and tore it open. After a moment Draco felt Potter move into position, and he held his breath. Potter's cock nudged at Draco's prepared entrance, pressing gently until Draco's muscles eased enough to allow penetration. Draco's breath left him in a ragged moan, and his fingers tightened in the duvet.
"Fuck, Malfoy," panted Potter. "Don't move, or I'll come like a randy Third year."
Draco gritted his teeth and held still as Potter pulled back and drove in deeper. The motion was repeated until Potter was fully inside of him. Draco swallowed heavily and managed to ask, "How does that feel?"
Potter hesitated before responding. "I think that's meant to be my line, Malfoy."
"No, Potter, I was-"
"Malfoy, turn off your healer brain and just...enjoy the moment, yeah? And, to answer your question, it feels fantastic. You feel fantastic, okay? Now, get your knees under you and your arse in the air so I can fuck you good and proper."
"Bossy Auror," muttered Draco.
"I heard that," said Potter, giving Draco's arse a stinging swat.
Draco yelped, and his cock jerked. He aimed a glare at Potter over one shoulder, seeing a cheeky grin on Potter's face. Potter backed off, withdrawing almost to the tip, to allow Draco to maneuver. Draco drew his knees up and rose to all fours.
"Mm, that's better," said Potter. He got a good grip on Draco's hips and began to thrust. Potter grunted with the effort, and Draco moaned each time he was pounded full of Potter's cock. It wasn't merely fantastic, it was bloody brilliant.
"Touch yourself," Potter panted. "I want to be inside of you when you come."
Draco clenched his jaw on a whimper. Potter's words alone were driving him mad with lust. Draco dropped to his forearms and shifted his balance to reach beneath himself. He closed his hand around his cock and stroked it from base to tip. "Ah, ah," he puffed. This was all too much, and Draco knew he wasn't going to last long. Potter was banging him just so, and his own cock was delighted with the rough handling he was treating it to.
"Potter, I'm...oh fuck...I'm going to come..."
"Let it happen, Malfoy...can't wait to...to feel you squeezing my cock-"
Draco's enraptured cry of pleasure drowned out the rest of what Potter may have said. His entire body tensed and tightened, and his release spilled over his fingers. Potter was still short-stroking him, and it served to increase the intensity of Draco's climax. He shuddered through the final throes of his orgasm before collapsing, face down, on the pillows.
Draco's heart was pounding in his chest, and his breath was heaving in and out as he came down from his euphoric high. Potter continued riding him hard. He thrust deep and groaned. Draco could feel Potter's cock jerking inside of him, while Potter's fingers tightened on Draco's hips with enough force to bruise. To his surprise, Draco realized he didn't care that Potter was marking him in such a manner.
Potter collapsed on top of him, sweaty chest pressed to Draco's damp back. Draco didn't mind; he enjoyed Potter's solid weight holding him down. He shivered when Potter eventually levered himself upright. Potter sighed and eased his cock free, leaving Draco empty and aching. Draco's rim fluttered in reaction, making him long to be penetrated again.
Draco fumbled for his wand and swept it over the bedding as Potter disposed of his condom. They lay facing one another on the bed, not quite touching. Potter spoke first.
"Everything seems to be in working order, Malfoy. Thank you."
Draco couldn't resist taking the mickey out of him. "I'll be sure to bill the Auror Department for my extra services." Potter's horrified expression caused Draco to laugh out loud.
"You'd better be taking the piss, Malfoy."
"You should have seen the look on your face, Potter," Draco snickered. His mirth faded when he found himself flat on his back with Potter crouched above him.
Potter placed one knee between Draco's legs and urged Draco to spread for him. Draco hesitated only a moment before parting his thighs. Heat pooled at Draco's groin when Potter boldly claimed the space between his legs.
"If I have to pay for your services, I may as well get my money's worth," Potter murmured. He took Draco's cock in hand and gave him a slow, deliberate stroke.
Draco hummed as he began to swell again in Potter's grip. "I...I reckon we should mmm...make sure you're functioning properly," Draco gasped.
Potter shot him a sly grin. "First, let me check that you're functioning," he said. Potter lowered his head, and Draco's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
All functions normal.