Visitations 3
Title: Visitations 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1090
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 piratesmile331, who asked for more of Visitations
Summary: Harry has some nervous energy to work off.
Draco left Clarise in charge of directing Hulda and the other house-elves as they prepared for dinner, while he went above stairs to await Harry's arrival. Draco's arse was still tender from the thorough, pounding fuck he'd been subjected to last night, when he first told Harry they'd have guests for dinner. Draco allowed himself a small smirk. He wasn't going to complain about rough sex.
Draco entered his bedroom, smiling in pleasure at the new decor. He undressed slowly, aware that Harry would likely want an appetizer before dinner. Draco was down to his pants when he felt the fine hairs at his nape stand up. He turned and came face to face with a vampire.
"Dressing for dinner so soon?" mused Harry. He reached out and trailed a cool fingertip down Draco's bare chest.
Draco quivered in reaction, and his nipples peaked into tight buds. He licked his lips. "I thought you may want a drink before dinner."
Harry's eyes darkened with interest. "I am...thirsty," he said, grinning in a manner that displayed his fangs.
Draco's eyes fluttered, and he bit back a moan. His cock was hard and aching, and he couldn't wait to be impaled on Harry's stiff rod, with his lover's fangs in his throat. Harry's finger continued its downward motion. He hooked the waistband of Draco's pants and tugged. Harry's hand delved inside of Draco's pants and closed around his prick. Draco gasped and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders to steady himself.
Harry used his grip on Draco's cock to pull him closer. He put his mouth to Draco's ear and whispered, "Some night, I will drink from the vein in your cock."
Draco's knees nearly buckled, and his hands tightened on Harry's shoulders as he sought to remain standing. Harry released Draco and took a step back. He sauntered to the bed and sat on the edge, Summoning the bottle of lubricant with a mere flick of his hand. Harry opened his flies and withdrew his engorged cock. He stroked lube up and down the shaft, preparing himself.
Draco hovered uncertainly, awaiting his lover's instructions.
"Drop your pants and come here."
Draco pushed his pants down and stepped out of them before approaching Harry.
"Turn around and ride me," Harry ordered.
Draco's breath caught; he couldn't be more thrilled with his lover's command. Draco swung one leg over Harry's thighs and reached back to position Harry's cock. Harry assisted by grasping Draco's waist in his hands, helping to support and guide Draco as he lowered himself. When Draco's rim gave way to Harry's cock, both of them groaned. Draco continued sliding down, taking his lover completely inside of him. Seated on Harry's lap, Draco paused, adjusting to the sensation of being stretched and filled.
Harry grew impatient and lifted Draco up with his hands. Draco recognized an order, even when it was unspoken. He braced his hands on Harry's thighs and began working himself up and down on Harry's cock.
"You should see yourself," Harry rasped. "Your body takes my cock so perfectly."
"Please, Harry," Draco panted. He wanted more; he needed more.
Harry caught Draco on his next downstroke, pinning Draco against his chest with one arm while his other hand seized Draco's chin and pulled his head back. Draco's breath stalled, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. He felt Harry's breath against his neck, and Draco tipped his head to the side, granting his lover access to his throat. Draco cried out at the first sting of Harry's fangs.
Harry didn't release his almost painful grip on Draco's jaw, but he did move his other hand down Draco's torso to grasp Draco's prick. Harry stroked Draco's cock once, from base to tip. He swiped his palm over the damp head, and Draco was done. He thrashed on Harry's lap, body writhing and twisting as he climaxed.
Draco felt Harry hum in pleasure against his throat. He slumped back against Harry, chest heaving with exertion. Harry retracted his fangs, and Draco shivered as the sensation of his lover's tongue lapping at the blood that trickled from his throat. Draco was certain he was incapable of moving again. Ever.
Harry shifted his grip to Draco's hips and raised him up. Draco clenched his teeth to stifle a whimper, and he dutifully began to ride Harry again. Up and down, up and down, Draco's muscles trembling with the effort. Harry yanked Draco down hard, and his cock jerked and pulsed inside of Draco's body. Eventually, he moved Draco off of him and to the side.
Draco wilted across his bed, tempted to fall asleep just as he was.
"Get up and take a shower."
Draco didn't even open his eyes. "I don't think I can move."
"Do you plan to go down to dinner like that?" snorted Harry. "Hermione and Ron will be convinced I'm abusing you."
"Very well," Draco grumbled. He pushed himself upright with a groan and toddled in the direction of his en suite bathroom.
"Fifteen minutes, Draco."
Draco swore under his breath and quickened his steps.
~*~
Harry seemed nervous, but Draco didn't dare mention it. By silent agreement, Draco and Clarise purposefully did not mention the impending arrival of guests. Rather, the two of them engaged in small talk. Draco made sure to compliment Clarise on the dinner preparations. She deflected the praise to the house-elves
"They are such marvelous beings," Clarise said. "I never knew they existed until...well, until I came here with..." Clarise trailed off and glanced anxiously at Harry.
His gaze sharpened on her. "You may speak Mehmet's name freely, Clarise," Harry said. "My mortal enemy fancied himself so powerful and terrifying that none should dare to speak his name."
Clarise's mouth dropped in an O of surprise. "I...but I thought Veronique was your mortal enemy."
Harry smiled a nasty smile. "Compared to Voldemort, Veronique was a mere annoyance."
Clarise was clearly taken aback. "She was the most feared vampire in all of Europe."
Harry appeared on the verge of replying, when he abruptly turned in the direction of the front doors. "Excuse me," he said instead, striding quickly from the dining room.
Draco took pity on Clarise. "I'll explain later," he told her. "Now, we have a powerful witch and wizard to entertain."
Visitations 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1090
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 piratesmile331, who asked for more of Visitations
Summary: Harry has some nervous energy to work off.
Draco left Clarise in charge of directing Hulda and the other house-elves as they prepared for dinner, while he went above stairs to await Harry's arrival. Draco's arse was still tender from the thorough, pounding fuck he'd been subjected to last night, when he first told Harry they'd have guests for dinner. Draco allowed himself a small smirk. He wasn't going to complain about rough sex.
Draco entered his bedroom, smiling in pleasure at the new decor. He undressed slowly, aware that Harry would likely want an appetizer before dinner. Draco was down to his pants when he felt the fine hairs at his nape stand up. He turned and came face to face with a vampire.
"Dressing for dinner so soon?" mused Harry. He reached out and trailed a cool fingertip down Draco's bare chest.
Draco quivered in reaction, and his nipples peaked into tight buds. He licked his lips. "I thought you may want a drink before dinner."
Harry's eyes darkened with interest. "I am...thirsty," he said, grinning in a manner that displayed his fangs.
Draco's eyes fluttered, and he bit back a moan. His cock was hard and aching, and he couldn't wait to be impaled on Harry's stiff rod, with his lover's fangs in his throat. Harry's finger continued its downward motion. He hooked the waistband of Draco's pants and tugged. Harry's hand delved inside of Draco's pants and closed around his prick. Draco gasped and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders to steady himself.
Harry used his grip on Draco's cock to pull him closer. He put his mouth to Draco's ear and whispered, "Some night, I will drink from the vein in your cock."
Draco's knees nearly buckled, and his hands tightened on Harry's shoulders as he sought to remain standing. Harry released Draco and took a step back. He sauntered to the bed and sat on the edge, Summoning the bottle of lubricant with a mere flick of his hand. Harry opened his flies and withdrew his engorged cock. He stroked lube up and down the shaft, preparing himself.
Draco hovered uncertainly, awaiting his lover's instructions.
"Drop your pants and come here."
Draco pushed his pants down and stepped out of them before approaching Harry.
"Turn around and ride me," Harry ordered.
Draco's breath caught; he couldn't be more thrilled with his lover's command. Draco swung one leg over Harry's thighs and reached back to position Harry's cock. Harry assisted by grasping Draco's waist in his hands, helping to support and guide Draco as he lowered himself. When Draco's rim gave way to Harry's cock, both of them groaned. Draco continued sliding down, taking his lover completely inside of him. Seated on Harry's lap, Draco paused, adjusting to the sensation of being stretched and filled.
Harry grew impatient and lifted Draco up with his hands. Draco recognized an order, even when it was unspoken. He braced his hands on Harry's thighs and began working himself up and down on Harry's cock.
"You should see yourself," Harry rasped. "Your body takes my cock so perfectly."
"Please, Harry," Draco panted. He wanted more; he needed more.
Harry caught Draco on his next downstroke, pinning Draco against his chest with one arm while his other hand seized Draco's chin and pulled his head back. Draco's breath stalled, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. He felt Harry's breath against his neck, and Draco tipped his head to the side, granting his lover access to his throat. Draco cried out at the first sting of Harry's fangs.
Harry didn't release his almost painful grip on Draco's jaw, but he did move his other hand down Draco's torso to grasp Draco's prick. Harry stroked Draco's cock once, from base to tip. He swiped his palm over the damp head, and Draco was done. He thrashed on Harry's lap, body writhing and twisting as he climaxed.
Draco felt Harry hum in pleasure against his throat. He slumped back against Harry, chest heaving with exertion. Harry retracted his fangs, and Draco shivered as the sensation of his lover's tongue lapping at the blood that trickled from his throat. Draco was certain he was incapable of moving again. Ever.
Harry shifted his grip to Draco's hips and raised him up. Draco clenched his teeth to stifle a whimper, and he dutifully began to ride Harry again. Up and down, up and down, Draco's muscles trembling with the effort. Harry yanked Draco down hard, and his cock jerked and pulsed inside of Draco's body. Eventually, he moved Draco off of him and to the side.
Draco wilted across his bed, tempted to fall asleep just as he was.
"Get up and take a shower."
Draco didn't even open his eyes. "I don't think I can move."
"Do you plan to go down to dinner like that?" snorted Harry. "Hermione and Ron will be convinced I'm abusing you."
"Very well," Draco grumbled. He pushed himself upright with a groan and toddled in the direction of his en suite bathroom.
"Fifteen minutes, Draco."
Draco swore under his breath and quickened his steps.
~*~
Harry seemed nervous, but Draco didn't dare mention it. By silent agreement, Draco and Clarise purposefully did not mention the impending arrival of guests. Rather, the two of them engaged in small talk. Draco made sure to compliment Clarise on the dinner preparations. She deflected the praise to the house-elves
"They are such marvelous beings," Clarise said. "I never knew they existed until...well, until I came here with..." Clarise trailed off and glanced anxiously at Harry.
His gaze sharpened on her. "You may speak Mehmet's name freely, Clarise," Harry said. "My mortal enemy fancied himself so powerful and terrifying that none should dare to speak his name."
Clarise's mouth dropped in an O of surprise. "I...but I thought Veronique was your mortal enemy."
Harry smiled a nasty smile. "Compared to Voldemort, Veronique was a mere annoyance."
Clarise was clearly taken aback. "She was the most feared vampire in all of Europe."
Harry appeared on the verge of replying, when he abruptly turned in the direction of the front doors. "Excuse me," he said instead, striding quickly from the dining room.
Draco took pity on Clarise. "I'll explain later," he told her. "Now, we have a powerful witch and wizard to entertain."
Visitations 4