Open for Me, Malfoy
Title: Open for Me, Malfoy
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Assertive!Harry, explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1240
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 sasaa, who asked for a sequel to Say Yes, Malfoy
Summary: Harry gets his man.
Harry smiled in satisfaction and led an unresisting Malfoy from the Ministry's ballroom. He located the nearest lift and tugged Malfoy inside. Harry backed Malfoy against the wall and nudged one leg between Malfoy's thighs, unwilling to give Malfoy a chance to cool down and change his mind. Harry angled his head and pressed his lips to Malfoy's throat. He was gratified to feel the pounding of Malfoy's pulse and hear his sharp intake of breath. Harry kissed and nuzzled Malfoy's neck before setting his teeth into Malfoy's tender skin and giving him a stinging nip.
Malfoy moaned and let his head fall back, baring his throat to Harry's less-than-tender mercies. He clutched at Harry's shoulders with grasping fingers and pushed his hips forward.
A lusty growl escaped Harry when he felt the evidence of Malfoy's arousal pressing against him. Harry took shameless advantage, rubbing his own erection over Malfoy's.
"Oh, fuck," gasped Malfoy.
"Soon," Harry responded in a sex-husky voice.
The lift lurched to a halt on the floor that housed Harry's office. Harry reluctantly stepped back, grabbed Malfoy's wrist, and tugged him from the lift and down the long corridor. He stopped in front of his door and opened it with a wordless spell. Harry drew Malfoy inside his office, then shut and locked the door. He wanted no interruptions tonight.
Harry waved the lamps to life, casting his office in a dim, intimate glow. Perfect. He backed Malfoy to the sofa and tumbled him onto it. Malfoy fisted his hands in Harry's suit coat and dragged Harry down with him. Their lips met for the first time, and the kiss was hot, frantic, and rife with pent-up lust.
Malfoy pushed Harry's coat from his shoulders, and Harry sat up and shrugged out of the garment. He tossed it carelessly to the floor, then tugged at the knot of his tie. Malfoy removed his own suit coat and began to unknot his tie. Harry yanked his tie free and dropped it over the edge of the sofa before reclaiming Malfoy's lips in another dizzying snog.
Harry worked Malfoy's first button free, then the second and third. He slipped his hand inside of Malfoy's gray dress shirt and pinched a peaked nipple. Malfoy moaned into Harry's mouth and arched into his touch. Harry grew impatient and yanked at the front of Malfoy's shirt, sending buttons flying.
Malfoy broke the kiss, and his eyes blinked open. "Potter, what-"
Harry forestalled any complaints by slanting his mouth across Malfoy's lips once more. With his hand, he opened Malfoy's shirt, baring Malfoy's chest. Harry's lips left Malfoy's to trail down his throat and across his chest. He closed his mouth over one nipple and applied suction.
Malfoy whined, and his head tossed side to side on the sofa.
Harry's mouth continued its downward path, until he was thwarted by Malfoy's trousers. They had to go. Harry sat up and attacked Malfoy's belt, button and zip in that order. He grabbed the waistband of Malfoy's trousers and began to pull them down. Malfoy assisted by kicking off his shoes and lifting his hips. Harry was able to tug the trousers off of him, followed quickly by Malfoy's silk pants. Harry scooted back and lowered his head, taking the tip of Malfoy's cock into his mouth.
Long fingers tangled in Harry's hair, as Malfoy attempted to take control of this aspect of their sexual encounter. Harry wasn't having it. He raised his head and removed Malfoy's hands from his hair. Malfoy swore under his breath, but he settled for clinging to the back of the sofa with one hand and the edge of the cushion with his other hand. Harry rewarded Malfoy's capitulation by closing his lips over the head of Malfoy's prick again. Harry proceeded to lick and suck until Malfoy was a writhing, mewling wreck on the sofa. He brought Malfoy to the edge, then sat up and licked his lips.
Malfoy gasped out a complaint, which Harry ignored. He focused on his desk, across the room, and Summoned a bottle of lubricant. Harry caught it, set it aside, and undid his top two buttons. He tugged his shirt off over his head and tossed it on the pile of clothing scattered across the floor. Harry poured lube into his left palm and smeared it over the fingers of his right hand.
"Open for me, Malfoy," he commanded gruffly.
Malfoy placed both hands at the backs of his knees and pulled his legs up.
Harry nearly forgot to breathe. Malfoy's balls were already drawn up, his cock was flushed and swollen, and the crinkled flesh of his entrance beckoned Harry to get on with it. Harry was too aroused and impatient to start out slowly; he pushed two fingers into Malfoy and worked them in and out.
Malfoy's legs jerked, and a strangled cry fell from his lips. His rim clamped down on Harry's fingers, and Harry groaned. He needed to thrust his cock in there.
Now
Harry gritted his back teeth and pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, making sure Malfoy was slick and ready to receive him. At the same time, Harry fumbled with his left hand to undo his belt and trousers. Finally, he withdrew his fingers from the grip of Malfoy's body, and he wiped the residual lube on his trousers. Harry shoved them down, along with his pants, and succeeded in freeing his cock. He took himself in hand and lined up with Malfoy's prepared hole. He nudged the tip inside, and Malfoy surged up to take Harry deeper. Harry groaned and thrust forward, hard and deep.
Malfoy released the hold he had on his legs and wrapped them around Harry's waist. His hands closed on Harry's arms with bruising force, but Harry was beyond caring. This is what he'd been fantasizing about for so long--having Malfoy spread beneath him while he pounded Malfoy full of his cock. The reality far outweighed any fantasy, however. Malfoy thrashed and bucked and opened his mouth to emit wails of passionate pleasure. Never had Harry imagined Malfoy would be so unrestrained during sex. It was fucking brilliant.
Harry tried to slow down and make this encounter last; after all, who knew if Malfoy would consent to another go? Malfoy didn't want slow; he used his feet and hands to kick at Harry and pull him into ever more intimate contact. Malfoy's hard cock was trapped between their heaving bodies, and Harry could feel it twitching against his belly as he moved atop Malfoy. He wanted to give Malfoy a hand, but Harry was afraid he'd lose his balance on the sofa and tumble them both to the floor.
Malfoy didn't seem to mind; his voice hitched higher and so did his legs. Harry knew the instant Malfoy climaxed. Malfoy yelled, his rim spasmed, and his cock jerked and spread wetness between them. Harry increased his pace, grunting each time he slammed his swollen cock into Malfoy's rippling passage. His muscles tightened and quivered, and Harry came with a roar. His body shook as Harry emptied himself between Malfoy's legs, filling him with the results of his release.
Harry slumped forward, catching himself on his forearms. His mouth hung open as he gasped for breath, and he quivered with exertion. Malfoy was limp and panting under him, and his legs slipped away from Harry's sides.
Harry couldn't move at the moment, even if he wanted to. The truth was, he never wanted to move again.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Assertive!Harry, explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1240
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 sasaa, who asked for a sequel to Say Yes, Malfoy
Summary: Harry gets his man.
Harry smiled in satisfaction and led an unresisting Malfoy from the Ministry's ballroom. He located the nearest lift and tugged Malfoy inside. Harry backed Malfoy against the wall and nudged one leg between Malfoy's thighs, unwilling to give Malfoy a chance to cool down and change his mind. Harry angled his head and pressed his lips to Malfoy's throat. He was gratified to feel the pounding of Malfoy's pulse and hear his sharp intake of breath. Harry kissed and nuzzled Malfoy's neck before setting his teeth into Malfoy's tender skin and giving him a stinging nip.
Malfoy moaned and let his head fall back, baring his throat to Harry's less-than-tender mercies. He clutched at Harry's shoulders with grasping fingers and pushed his hips forward.
A lusty growl escaped Harry when he felt the evidence of Malfoy's arousal pressing against him. Harry took shameless advantage, rubbing his own erection over Malfoy's.
"Oh, fuck," gasped Malfoy.
"Soon," Harry responded in a sex-husky voice.
The lift lurched to a halt on the floor that housed Harry's office. Harry reluctantly stepped back, grabbed Malfoy's wrist, and tugged him from the lift and down the long corridor. He stopped in front of his door and opened it with a wordless spell. Harry drew Malfoy inside his office, then shut and locked the door. He wanted no interruptions tonight.
Harry waved the lamps to life, casting his office in a dim, intimate glow. Perfect. He backed Malfoy to the sofa and tumbled him onto it. Malfoy fisted his hands in Harry's suit coat and dragged Harry down with him. Their lips met for the first time, and the kiss was hot, frantic, and rife with pent-up lust.
Malfoy pushed Harry's coat from his shoulders, and Harry sat up and shrugged out of the garment. He tossed it carelessly to the floor, then tugged at the knot of his tie. Malfoy removed his own suit coat and began to unknot his tie. Harry yanked his tie free and dropped it over the edge of the sofa before reclaiming Malfoy's lips in another dizzying snog.
Harry worked Malfoy's first button free, then the second and third. He slipped his hand inside of Malfoy's gray dress shirt and pinched a peaked nipple. Malfoy moaned into Harry's mouth and arched into his touch. Harry grew impatient and yanked at the front of Malfoy's shirt, sending buttons flying.
Malfoy broke the kiss, and his eyes blinked open. "Potter, what-"
Harry forestalled any complaints by slanting his mouth across Malfoy's lips once more. With his hand, he opened Malfoy's shirt, baring Malfoy's chest. Harry's lips left Malfoy's to trail down his throat and across his chest. He closed his mouth over one nipple and applied suction.
Malfoy whined, and his head tossed side to side on the sofa.
Harry's mouth continued its downward path, until he was thwarted by Malfoy's trousers. They had to go. Harry sat up and attacked Malfoy's belt, button and zip in that order. He grabbed the waistband of Malfoy's trousers and began to pull them down. Malfoy assisted by kicking off his shoes and lifting his hips. Harry was able to tug the trousers off of him, followed quickly by Malfoy's silk pants. Harry scooted back and lowered his head, taking the tip of Malfoy's cock into his mouth.
Long fingers tangled in Harry's hair, as Malfoy attempted to take control of this aspect of their sexual encounter. Harry wasn't having it. He raised his head and removed Malfoy's hands from his hair. Malfoy swore under his breath, but he settled for clinging to the back of the sofa with one hand and the edge of the cushion with his other hand. Harry rewarded Malfoy's capitulation by closing his lips over the head of Malfoy's prick again. Harry proceeded to lick and suck until Malfoy was a writhing, mewling wreck on the sofa. He brought Malfoy to the edge, then sat up and licked his lips.
Malfoy gasped out a complaint, which Harry ignored. He focused on his desk, across the room, and Summoned a bottle of lubricant. Harry caught it, set it aside, and undid his top two buttons. He tugged his shirt off over his head and tossed it on the pile of clothing scattered across the floor. Harry poured lube into his left palm and smeared it over the fingers of his right hand.
"Open for me, Malfoy," he commanded gruffly.
Malfoy placed both hands at the backs of his knees and pulled his legs up.
Harry nearly forgot to breathe. Malfoy's balls were already drawn up, his cock was flushed and swollen, and the crinkled flesh of his entrance beckoned Harry to get on with it. Harry was too aroused and impatient to start out slowly; he pushed two fingers into Malfoy and worked them in and out.
Malfoy's legs jerked, and a strangled cry fell from his lips. His rim clamped down on Harry's fingers, and Harry groaned. He needed to thrust his cock in there.
Now
Harry gritted his back teeth and pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, making sure Malfoy was slick and ready to receive him. At the same time, Harry fumbled with his left hand to undo his belt and trousers. Finally, he withdrew his fingers from the grip of Malfoy's body, and he wiped the residual lube on his trousers. Harry shoved them down, along with his pants, and succeeded in freeing his cock. He took himself in hand and lined up with Malfoy's prepared hole. He nudged the tip inside, and Malfoy surged up to take Harry deeper. Harry groaned and thrust forward, hard and deep.
Malfoy released the hold he had on his legs and wrapped them around Harry's waist. His hands closed on Harry's arms with bruising force, but Harry was beyond caring. This is what he'd been fantasizing about for so long--having Malfoy spread beneath him while he pounded Malfoy full of his cock. The reality far outweighed any fantasy, however. Malfoy thrashed and bucked and opened his mouth to emit wails of passionate pleasure. Never had Harry imagined Malfoy would be so unrestrained during sex. It was fucking brilliant.
Harry tried to slow down and make this encounter last; after all, who knew if Malfoy would consent to another go? Malfoy didn't want slow; he used his feet and hands to kick at Harry and pull him into ever more intimate contact. Malfoy's hard cock was trapped between their heaving bodies, and Harry could feel it twitching against his belly as he moved atop Malfoy. He wanted to give Malfoy a hand, but Harry was afraid he'd lose his balance on the sofa and tumble them both to the floor.
Malfoy didn't seem to mind; his voice hitched higher and so did his legs. Harry knew the instant Malfoy climaxed. Malfoy yelled, his rim spasmed, and his cock jerked and spread wetness between them. Harry increased his pace, grunting each time he slammed his swollen cock into Malfoy's rippling passage. His muscles tightened and quivered, and Harry came with a roar. His body shook as Harry emptied himself between Malfoy's legs, filling him with the results of his release.
Harry slumped forward, catching himself on his forearms. His mouth hung open as he gasped for breath, and he quivered with exertion. Malfoy was limp and panting under him, and his legs slipped away from Harry's sides.
Harry couldn't move at the moment, even if he wanted to. The truth was, he never wanted to move again.