Tempting Touches
Title: Tempting Touches
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco, Blaise
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1950
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for July 2012's JMDC winner ennedepaix_fics, who asked for Club Coquette
Summary: Draco and Zee get their sceen time in.
"Are you going to the club tonight?"
Draco glanced up at Blaise and adopted an expression of nonchalance. "Yes, I planned on it," he replied. "You?"
"Mm, I wouldn't miss it for anything," said Blaise. "This is going to be an extraordinary night."
Now Draco was intrigued. "Oh? Is your lover going to propose, or something equally scandalous?"
Blaise responded with a hearty laugh. "Alas, no," he replied. "However, he did promise me quite the show." Blaise leaned closer and lowered his voice so that no one else in the bistro could hear him. "Have you heard of the guest they call Cinderella?" he asked.
Draco hoped nothing in his face gave him away. He took a quick sip of his drink before replying. "I've been rather involved with my own lover to pay much attention to the other guests," said Draco. "Who is she?"
"It's a bloke!" Blaise whispered in excitement.
"How did he become known as Cinderella?"
"Who knows?" Blaise said dismissively. "The point is, Cinderella and his charming Prince are going to be featured on the screens tonight!"
"The screens?" Draco drawled, feigning ignorance.
"Blimey, don't you and your masked man do anything but shag like rabbits?"
Draco's face and groin suffused with heat.
Blaise barked out a laugh. "I'll take that as a yes, then?" he teased.
"Tosser," muttered Draco. "Tell me about the screens."
Blaise's eyes lit up. "You see, there's this one area in the gardens where..."
~*~
As Draco dressed that night to go to the club, he tried to avoid thinking about Blaise being one of the voyeurs he would be performing for. It's not as if he would recognize Blaise in disguise, in any case, and Blaise certainly wasn't going to be seeing more than Draco's silhouette.
Draco chose a brilliant red plug with raised black nubbins and inserted it. His eyelashes fluttered, and his breathing quickened. Draco redirected his focus and willed his burgeoning erection to subside. Once he'd calmed sufficiently, Draco rolled black silk stockings up each leg, then dressed in his usual club costume of a short, black skirt, red corset, and red and black feathered mask. Last of all, he stepped into black ankle boots and headed for the Floo.
~*~
When Draco stepped smartly into the lobby at Club Coquette, a hush fell over those gathered there. Draco ignored them and strode for the garden beyond the French doors. He almost paused when he realized several other guests were trailing after him. How many people knew that Draco and Zee planned to shag behind the screens tonight?
Draco spotted Zee immediately; he was a dark silhouette in the dimly lit gardens. Draco marched up to his lover, intending to give him a piece of his mind. Zee curled a hand behind Draco's nape and dragged him into a scorching hot kiss. By the time Zee released him, Draco was sagging against him, and his erection was tenting the front of his pleated skirt.
"I missed you, Cinderella."
Draco licked his lips, savoring the taste of Zee. "We saw one another last night," he murmured.
In lieu of a response, Zee grinned beneath his mask and beckoned behind him. One of the club's horse-drawn carriages rolled forward, halting next to them. Zee handed Draco up, making sure to raise Draco's skirt and expose his pale buttocks, to the delight of their audience.
Draco smoothed his skirt down before taking his seat in the carriage. Zee climbed in after him and pulled the door shut. He sat next to Draco just as the carriage lurched into motion once more. Zee placed a warm hand on Draco's thigh and slid it up, raising the edge of Draco's skirt.
"Planning to ravish me in the carriage?" drawled Draco.
"The idea has some merit," Zee replied. He succeeded in exposing Draco's cock, and he wrapped his fingers around Draco's shaft and treated him to a slow stroke from base to tip. Draco groaned, and his head fell back to rest against the padded seat behind him. Cruelly, Zee stopped at one stroke. Draco whined in protest.
"We must save it for your adoring public," Zee said with a chuckle.
The comment sharpened Draco's focus. "Would you care to explain how my adoring public found out about tonight's performance?"
"I may have mentioned our intentions to someone."
"Just one someone?"
"Er, yes?"
"He has a big mouth," Draco huffed.
Zee's hand settled on Draco's thigh again. "Relax, Cinderella," he crooned. "We don't have to go to the screening area if you don't want to. I can have the driver drop us off near my suite, and we can have a private celebration."
Draco was mollified by Zee's willingness to humor him. "Nonsense," he said. "I've been looking forward to this all day."
"Such a cheeky exhibitionist you are!" teased Zee. "I like that about you."
Zee spent the remainder of their carriage ride slowly driving Draco mad with tempting touches and heated kisses. By the time the conveyance shuddered to a halt, Draco was hard and aching and panting with desire. Zee helped him alight from the carriage, and Draco took a moment to look around.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"Behind the screening area," said Zee. "It's a short walk ahead. Are you up for it?"
Draco opened his mouth to reply, but all that emerged was a gasp when Zee abruptly reached beneath Draco's skirt to fondle him.
"Ah, you're up for it, alright," Zee said with a snicker. He put his mouth next to Draco's ear and breathed, "I'm going to take you up on that stage, tear this skirt off of you, and fuck you until you scream, Cinderella."
A quiver shot through Draco at his lover's dark promise, and he had to lock his legs to keep from swaying on his feet. When Zee took his hand, Draco allowed himself to be led to the stage behind the screens. A heavy curtain blocked the view from this side. Not everyone wanted to be seen in anything but silhouette as they engaged in shocking intimacies on the stage.
"We're allowed to use props," said Zee, considering an array of items stacked on the ground. In the end, all he selected was a wooden chair.
Draco shivered again, wondering how his lover planned on using that particular prop.
Zee led Draco to a darkened area of the stage, where the back curtain was open. "Up you get," he instructed, urging Draco to climb the four steps onto the stage. "The lights will come up when we're ready." Zee followed Draco onto the stage and positioned the chair. "I've arranged for a spotlight, which will leave the rest of our stage dark. You'll be alone at first, and I'll join you in a moment. Have a seat," Zee added, gesturing at the chair, which was sideways to the screen.
Draco nodded and perched stiffly at the edge of the chair, causing Zee to chuckle.
"Relax, Cinderella," he said. "You'll be the star of the show."
Indeed, Draco could hear frenetic murmurs from the audience, presumably as they watched other people performing behind the anonymity of the screens. Draco calmed himself with the knowledge that not everyone would be watching them.
Zee moved to the edge of the stage and gestured with his hand. The spotlight came on, bathing Draco in its bright glow and casting his shadow on the screen. Draco froze for a moment, but then he purposefully leaned back in the chair and spread his legs to straddle the seat. His skirt remained tented in front, and Draco pulled it up, exposing his erect cock. He traced the tip with the pad of one finger and let his head fall back in pleasure.
A heavy tread on the stage alerted Draco that he was no longer alone.
Zee approached in a predatory prowl, his lips thinned with determination and desire. Draco unconsciously spread his legs wider. Zee leaned down, grasped Draco by the upper arms, and hauled him into a kiss that was fraught with lust and possession. Draco surrendered to it with a throaty moan, pressing himself closer to his lover. His skirt remained rucked up between them, and Draco frotted his naked cock against the front of Zee's trousers.
Zee reached around Draco and cupped the globes of his arse. He began inching up the hem of Draco's skirt, baring Draco's arse to the elements. The buzz from their unseen audience grew louder. Zee caressed Draco's bare buttocks, and a growl emanated in his throat. He released Draco's well-kissed mouth and fastened his lips to Draco's throat instead.
Draco's head dropped back, baring his throat to his lover's stinging nips. He felt Zee's fingers working nimbly at the back of his skirt an instant before Zee stepped back and allowed Draco's skirt to fall at his feet. Draco braced his hands on Zee's shoulders and stepped out of his skirt. He was now bare from the waist down, but for his silk stockings and black boots.
Zee's eyes were drawn downward, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. He gripped Draco's hips and coaxed him to turn around. Draco found himself facing the chair, with his back to his lover. A firm hand between his shoulders urged Draco to bend over and place his hands on the seat of the chair. Draco guessed his lover's intent, and his breathing quickened in anticipation.
Zee palmed Draco's buttocks again and spread them, revealing the handle of Draco's red glass plug. Zee twisted the handle, and Draco cried out and squirmed. Zee pulled on the plug, withdrawing it slightly before he pushed it in again. A ragged moan escaped Draco. Zee removed the plug and pocketed it, then Draco heard the unmistakable sound of his lover's zip lowering.
An appreciative murmur swept through the voyeurs, watching from the other side of the screen.
Draco stilled when he felt the tip of Zee's cock nudge between his buttocks. Zee pushed forward and in, forcing Draco's body to yield. Draco held his breath as his rim stretched to accommodate Zee's girth. The pressure on his inner walls was exquisite, and Draco couldn't resist arching his back in submission. Zee continued pressing forward until he bottomed out inside of Draco. He kneaded Draco's arse cheeks, waiting for Draco's signal to proceed.
Draco's head had drooped forward as he struggled to adjust to the invasion. Once the initial discomfort passed, he raised his head and undulated in front of his lover. Zee took the hint and pulled back slowly, teasing Draco's rim into clenching around him. He thrust in again, keeping his movements steady and measured. Draco knew his lover was trying to give their audience a show, but all he wanted was a quick, hard fuck. Draco pushed back, needing more.
Zee refused to be rushed. He gripped Draco's hips and held him in position. Zee's hips pumped over Draco's upraised arse, stroking him slowly and smoothly. Draco was forced to accept the languid pace, until he employed Slytherin tactics and began tightening his inner muscles each time Zee drove deep. Draco was rewarded with a passionate growl from behind him, as Zee's tempo increased. This was what Draco wanted: fast and frenzied sex in front of a throng of titillated voyeurs.
Zee's roughened hand closed around Draco's prick again, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Draco cried out, hips hunching frantically as he sought his peak. Zee slammed into him, squeezing Draco's cock, and Draco exploded into climax. His body stiffened and shuddered as he ejaculated over the seat of the wooden chair. Draco had a moment to wonder if the audience could see his cock spurting before his mind shut down completely. He clutched the edges of the chair and held on as Zee continued to pound his arse over and over. Draco felt Zee thicken inside of him in the instant before Zee drove in deep and came with a lusty shout.
There was a smattering of applause from beyond the screen, and then the spotlight went out, plunging Draco and Zee into darkness.
The show was over.
Relieved Release
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco, Blaise
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1950
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for July 2012's JMDC winner ennedepaix_fics, who asked for Club Coquette
Summary: Draco and Zee get their sceen time in.
"Are you going to the club tonight?"
Draco glanced up at Blaise and adopted an expression of nonchalance. "Yes, I planned on it," he replied. "You?"
"Mm, I wouldn't miss it for anything," said Blaise. "This is going to be an extraordinary night."
Now Draco was intrigued. "Oh? Is your lover going to propose, or something equally scandalous?"
Blaise responded with a hearty laugh. "Alas, no," he replied. "However, he did promise me quite the show." Blaise leaned closer and lowered his voice so that no one else in the bistro could hear him. "Have you heard of the guest they call Cinderella?" he asked.
Draco hoped nothing in his face gave him away. He took a quick sip of his drink before replying. "I've been rather involved with my own lover to pay much attention to the other guests," said Draco. "Who is she?"
"It's a bloke!" Blaise whispered in excitement.
"How did he become known as Cinderella?"
"Who knows?" Blaise said dismissively. "The point is, Cinderella and his charming Prince are going to be featured on the screens tonight!"
"The screens?" Draco drawled, feigning ignorance.
"Blimey, don't you and your masked man do anything but shag like rabbits?"
Draco's face and groin suffused with heat.
Blaise barked out a laugh. "I'll take that as a yes, then?" he teased.
"Tosser," muttered Draco. "Tell me about the screens."
Blaise's eyes lit up. "You see, there's this one area in the gardens where..."
~*~
As Draco dressed that night to go to the club, he tried to avoid thinking about Blaise being one of the voyeurs he would be performing for. It's not as if he would recognize Blaise in disguise, in any case, and Blaise certainly wasn't going to be seeing more than Draco's silhouette.
Draco chose a brilliant red plug with raised black nubbins and inserted it. His eyelashes fluttered, and his breathing quickened. Draco redirected his focus and willed his burgeoning erection to subside. Once he'd calmed sufficiently, Draco rolled black silk stockings up each leg, then dressed in his usual club costume of a short, black skirt, red corset, and red and black feathered mask. Last of all, he stepped into black ankle boots and headed for the Floo.
~*~
When Draco stepped smartly into the lobby at Club Coquette, a hush fell over those gathered there. Draco ignored them and strode for the garden beyond the French doors. He almost paused when he realized several other guests were trailing after him. How many people knew that Draco and Zee planned to shag behind the screens tonight?
Draco spotted Zee immediately; he was a dark silhouette in the dimly lit gardens. Draco marched up to his lover, intending to give him a piece of his mind. Zee curled a hand behind Draco's nape and dragged him into a scorching hot kiss. By the time Zee released him, Draco was sagging against him, and his erection was tenting the front of his pleated skirt.
"I missed you, Cinderella."
Draco licked his lips, savoring the taste of Zee. "We saw one another last night," he murmured.
In lieu of a response, Zee grinned beneath his mask and beckoned behind him. One of the club's horse-drawn carriages rolled forward, halting next to them. Zee handed Draco up, making sure to raise Draco's skirt and expose his pale buttocks, to the delight of their audience.
Draco smoothed his skirt down before taking his seat in the carriage. Zee climbed in after him and pulled the door shut. He sat next to Draco just as the carriage lurched into motion once more. Zee placed a warm hand on Draco's thigh and slid it up, raising the edge of Draco's skirt.
"Planning to ravish me in the carriage?" drawled Draco.
"The idea has some merit," Zee replied. He succeeded in exposing Draco's cock, and he wrapped his fingers around Draco's shaft and treated him to a slow stroke from base to tip. Draco groaned, and his head fell back to rest against the padded seat behind him. Cruelly, Zee stopped at one stroke. Draco whined in protest.
"We must save it for your adoring public," Zee said with a chuckle.
The comment sharpened Draco's focus. "Would you care to explain how my adoring public found out about tonight's performance?"
"I may have mentioned our intentions to someone."
"Just one someone?"
"Er, yes?"
"He has a big mouth," Draco huffed.
Zee's hand settled on Draco's thigh again. "Relax, Cinderella," he crooned. "We don't have to go to the screening area if you don't want to. I can have the driver drop us off near my suite, and we can have a private celebration."
Draco was mollified by Zee's willingness to humor him. "Nonsense," he said. "I've been looking forward to this all day."
"Such a cheeky exhibitionist you are!" teased Zee. "I like that about you."
Zee spent the remainder of their carriage ride slowly driving Draco mad with tempting touches and heated kisses. By the time the conveyance shuddered to a halt, Draco was hard and aching and panting with desire. Zee helped him alight from the carriage, and Draco took a moment to look around.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"Behind the screening area," said Zee. "It's a short walk ahead. Are you up for it?"
Draco opened his mouth to reply, but all that emerged was a gasp when Zee abruptly reached beneath Draco's skirt to fondle him.
"Ah, you're up for it, alright," Zee said with a snicker. He put his mouth next to Draco's ear and breathed, "I'm going to take you up on that stage, tear this skirt off of you, and fuck you until you scream, Cinderella."
A quiver shot through Draco at his lover's dark promise, and he had to lock his legs to keep from swaying on his feet. When Zee took his hand, Draco allowed himself to be led to the stage behind the screens. A heavy curtain blocked the view from this side. Not everyone wanted to be seen in anything but silhouette as they engaged in shocking intimacies on the stage.
"We're allowed to use props," said Zee, considering an array of items stacked on the ground. In the end, all he selected was a wooden chair.
Draco shivered again, wondering how his lover planned on using that particular prop.
Zee led Draco to a darkened area of the stage, where the back curtain was open. "Up you get," he instructed, urging Draco to climb the four steps onto the stage. "The lights will come up when we're ready." Zee followed Draco onto the stage and positioned the chair. "I've arranged for a spotlight, which will leave the rest of our stage dark. You'll be alone at first, and I'll join you in a moment. Have a seat," Zee added, gesturing at the chair, which was sideways to the screen.
Draco nodded and perched stiffly at the edge of the chair, causing Zee to chuckle.
"Relax, Cinderella," he said. "You'll be the star of the show."
Indeed, Draco could hear frenetic murmurs from the audience, presumably as they watched other people performing behind the anonymity of the screens. Draco calmed himself with the knowledge that not everyone would be watching them.
Zee moved to the edge of the stage and gestured with his hand. The spotlight came on, bathing Draco in its bright glow and casting his shadow on the screen. Draco froze for a moment, but then he purposefully leaned back in the chair and spread his legs to straddle the seat. His skirt remained tented in front, and Draco pulled it up, exposing his erect cock. He traced the tip with the pad of one finger and let his head fall back in pleasure.
A heavy tread on the stage alerted Draco that he was no longer alone.
Zee approached in a predatory prowl, his lips thinned with determination and desire. Draco unconsciously spread his legs wider. Zee leaned down, grasped Draco by the upper arms, and hauled him into a kiss that was fraught with lust and possession. Draco surrendered to it with a throaty moan, pressing himself closer to his lover. His skirt remained rucked up between them, and Draco frotted his naked cock against the front of Zee's trousers.
Zee reached around Draco and cupped the globes of his arse. He began inching up the hem of Draco's skirt, baring Draco's arse to the elements. The buzz from their unseen audience grew louder. Zee caressed Draco's bare buttocks, and a growl emanated in his throat. He released Draco's well-kissed mouth and fastened his lips to Draco's throat instead.
Draco's head dropped back, baring his throat to his lover's stinging nips. He felt Zee's fingers working nimbly at the back of his skirt an instant before Zee stepped back and allowed Draco's skirt to fall at his feet. Draco braced his hands on Zee's shoulders and stepped out of his skirt. He was now bare from the waist down, but for his silk stockings and black boots.
Zee's eyes were drawn downward, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. He gripped Draco's hips and coaxed him to turn around. Draco found himself facing the chair, with his back to his lover. A firm hand between his shoulders urged Draco to bend over and place his hands on the seat of the chair. Draco guessed his lover's intent, and his breathing quickened in anticipation.
Zee palmed Draco's buttocks again and spread them, revealing the handle of Draco's red glass plug. Zee twisted the handle, and Draco cried out and squirmed. Zee pulled on the plug, withdrawing it slightly before he pushed it in again. A ragged moan escaped Draco. Zee removed the plug and pocketed it, then Draco heard the unmistakable sound of his lover's zip lowering.
An appreciative murmur swept through the voyeurs, watching from the other side of the screen.
Draco stilled when he felt the tip of Zee's cock nudge between his buttocks. Zee pushed forward and in, forcing Draco's body to yield. Draco held his breath as his rim stretched to accommodate Zee's girth. The pressure on his inner walls was exquisite, and Draco couldn't resist arching his back in submission. Zee continued pressing forward until he bottomed out inside of Draco. He kneaded Draco's arse cheeks, waiting for Draco's signal to proceed.
Draco's head had drooped forward as he struggled to adjust to the invasion. Once the initial discomfort passed, he raised his head and undulated in front of his lover. Zee took the hint and pulled back slowly, teasing Draco's rim into clenching around him. He thrust in again, keeping his movements steady and measured. Draco knew his lover was trying to give their audience a show, but all he wanted was a quick, hard fuck. Draco pushed back, needing more.
Zee refused to be rushed. He gripped Draco's hips and held him in position. Zee's hips pumped over Draco's upraised arse, stroking him slowly and smoothly. Draco was forced to accept the languid pace, until he employed Slytherin tactics and began tightening his inner muscles each time Zee drove deep. Draco was rewarded with a passionate growl from behind him, as Zee's tempo increased. This was what Draco wanted: fast and frenzied sex in front of a throng of titillated voyeurs.
Zee's roughened hand closed around Draco's prick again, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Draco cried out, hips hunching frantically as he sought his peak. Zee slammed into him, squeezing Draco's cock, and Draco exploded into climax. His body stiffened and shuddered as he ejaculated over the seat of the wooden chair. Draco had a moment to wonder if the audience could see his cock spurting before his mind shut down completely. He clutched the edges of the chair and held on as Zee continued to pound his arse over and over. Draco felt Zee thicken inside of him in the instant before Zee drove in deep and came with a lusty shout.
There was a smattering of applause from beyond the screen, and then the spotlight went out, plunging Draco and Zee into darkness.
The show was over.
Relieved Release