Hiding With Draco
Title: Hiding With Draco
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Goyle, oc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Rimming
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Donation gift for hogwartsvixxxen, in thanks for the Planned Parenthood charity VGift. She requested more of Dallying With Draco with rimming.
Summary: Busted!
"Shit!" Harry swore.
Draco clapped a hand over Harry's mouth. "Sh!" he admonished. "Maybe if we're quiet, he'll think we aren't in here and go away," Draco whispered.
They waited in breathless silence. Harry's erection hadn't quailed at the prospect of discovery, and he was amused to realize that Draco was just as hard. Apparently, getting caught was a huge turn-on for both of them.
"Do you reckon he's gone?" Harry asked softly.
Before Draco could answer, there was a heavy thump against the door.
"I would say no," muttered Draco. "Now what?"
The door splintered, and Harry panicked. He grabbed his wand and Apparated them away. They landed with a painful thud in a darkened room.
"Where are we?" Draco whispered, squirming beneath Harry.
Harry reluctantly rolled off of him and sat up. He cast Lumos and took a look around. "I'll be damned." They were in the trainer's room of their own team's Quidditch pitch. Harry stood up and helped Draco to his feet.
"Did you mean to bring us here?" asked Draco, keeping his voice down.
"I guess so-"
"What do you mean, you guess so?!" hissed Draco. "You could have Splinched us both!"
Harry chuckled and jostled Draco's shoulder. "Relax," he said. "We're both still in one piece, although I'd like to Splinch your lovely arse with my cock again."
"How can you think about shagging at a time like this?!"
"What else are we going to do while hiding from Goyle?" Harry replied with a smug grin. "Besides, your cock is still up for another go."
"Wanker," Draco said with a snort.
Harry set his illuminated wand down and sidled close to Draco. "Are you still sore?" he murmured. "Shall I kiss your rim and make it better?"
Draco caught his breath. "You...perhaps you should," he said.
Harry's breathing quickened, too. "Bend over the trainer's table and spread your legs," he ordered, voice gone hoarse with lust.
Draco dampened his lips with the tip of his tongue, then turned to do Harry's bidding. He rested his chest on the trainer's table and maneuvered his feet back and apart, spreading himself for Harry's pleasure...and his own.
Harry sat on a stool, wincing as his bare arse met the cold surface. He wheeled the cart directly behind Draco. Harry Summoned his wand and cast cleansing and refreshing charms over both of them before casting Lumos again. The pale light added an erotic element to what was promising to be a delightful encounter.
Harry palmed Draco's arse cheeks and parted them. He leaned close and blew a warm puff of breath over Draco's sensitive flesh. Draco gasped, and his tiny pucker quivered. Harry's tongue darted out for a taste, drawing a groan from Draco. Harry swiped his tongue up Draco's cleft, then reversed direction and licked a wet stripe back down. He set his teeth gently in Draco's perineum, earning another moan in reward. Harry laved the area with the flat of his tongue, soothing the minor sting. He then dragged his tongue back to Draco's entrance and traced the rim with the very tip of his tongue. The flesh quivered under Harry's ministrations, and Draco's arse began to move.
Harry tightened his hands on Draco's hips and stilled his motion. He heard a frustrated groan, and Harry smiled against Draco's tender skin. Harry placed his mouth over Draco's arse hole and applied suction.
"Oh fuck, Potter...more!"
Harry backed off slightly and ran his tongue around Draco's rim again before pressing against the tiny opening. Harry worked at it until Draco's muscle relaxed, and then he plunged his tongue inside. Draco emitted a babbling cry, encouraging Harry to delve deeper. He swirled his tongue around, pleasuring Draco intimately. From Draco's jerky motions, Harry could tell he was stroking himself. Harry didn't mind; as soon as Draco shot his load, Harry planned to stand up and pound him full of cock.
Harry felt Draco's buttocks tense under his hands, and then Draco was shuddering and crying out, while his rim tightened around Harry's tongue. Harry didn't cease his activities until he felt Draco go lax. Harry raised his head and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. He stood up, kicked the stool aside with a clatter, and took his cock in hand. Harry gave himself two quick strokes, then shuffled into position behind Draco, who was still conveniently bent over the table. Harry lined his cock up to Draco's wet, loosened entrance...
The lock on the door disengaged, and it swung open, admitting a shaft of bright light from the hallway. A gruff voice demanded, "Who's in here?!"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Goyle, oc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Rimming
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Donation gift for hogwartsvixxxen, in thanks for the Planned Parenthood charity VGift. She requested more of Dallying With Draco with rimming.
Summary: Busted!
"Shit!" Harry swore.
Draco clapped a hand over Harry's mouth. "Sh!" he admonished. "Maybe if we're quiet, he'll think we aren't in here and go away," Draco whispered.
They waited in breathless silence. Harry's erection hadn't quailed at the prospect of discovery, and he was amused to realize that Draco was just as hard. Apparently, getting caught was a huge turn-on for both of them.
"Do you reckon he's gone?" Harry asked softly.
Before Draco could answer, there was a heavy thump against the door.
"I would say no," muttered Draco. "Now what?"
The door splintered, and Harry panicked. He grabbed his wand and Apparated them away. They landed with a painful thud in a darkened room.
"Where are we?" Draco whispered, squirming beneath Harry.
Harry reluctantly rolled off of him and sat up. He cast Lumos and took a look around. "I'll be damned." They were in the trainer's room of their own team's Quidditch pitch. Harry stood up and helped Draco to his feet.
"Did you mean to bring us here?" asked Draco, keeping his voice down.
"I guess so-"
"What do you mean, you guess so?!" hissed Draco. "You could have Splinched us both!"
Harry chuckled and jostled Draco's shoulder. "Relax," he said. "We're both still in one piece, although I'd like to Splinch your lovely arse with my cock again."
"How can you think about shagging at a time like this?!"
"What else are we going to do while hiding from Goyle?" Harry replied with a smug grin. "Besides, your cock is still up for another go."
"Wanker," Draco said with a snort.
Harry set his illuminated wand down and sidled close to Draco. "Are you still sore?" he murmured. "Shall I kiss your rim and make it better?"
Draco caught his breath. "You...perhaps you should," he said.
Harry's breathing quickened, too. "Bend over the trainer's table and spread your legs," he ordered, voice gone hoarse with lust.
Draco dampened his lips with the tip of his tongue, then turned to do Harry's bidding. He rested his chest on the trainer's table and maneuvered his feet back and apart, spreading himself for Harry's pleasure...and his own.
Harry sat on a stool, wincing as his bare arse met the cold surface. He wheeled the cart directly behind Draco. Harry Summoned his wand and cast cleansing and refreshing charms over both of them before casting Lumos again. The pale light added an erotic element to what was promising to be a delightful encounter.
Harry palmed Draco's arse cheeks and parted them. He leaned close and blew a warm puff of breath over Draco's sensitive flesh. Draco gasped, and his tiny pucker quivered. Harry's tongue darted out for a taste, drawing a groan from Draco. Harry swiped his tongue up Draco's cleft, then reversed direction and licked a wet stripe back down. He set his teeth gently in Draco's perineum, earning another moan in reward. Harry laved the area with the flat of his tongue, soothing the minor sting. He then dragged his tongue back to Draco's entrance and traced the rim with the very tip of his tongue. The flesh quivered under Harry's ministrations, and Draco's arse began to move.
Harry tightened his hands on Draco's hips and stilled his motion. He heard a frustrated groan, and Harry smiled against Draco's tender skin. Harry placed his mouth over Draco's arse hole and applied suction.
"Oh fuck, Potter...more!"
Harry backed off slightly and ran his tongue around Draco's rim again before pressing against the tiny opening. Harry worked at it until Draco's muscle relaxed, and then he plunged his tongue inside. Draco emitted a babbling cry, encouraging Harry to delve deeper. He swirled his tongue around, pleasuring Draco intimately. From Draco's jerky motions, Harry could tell he was stroking himself. Harry didn't mind; as soon as Draco shot his load, Harry planned to stand up and pound him full of cock.
Harry felt Draco's buttocks tense under his hands, and then Draco was shuddering and crying out, while his rim tightened around Harry's tongue. Harry didn't cease his activities until he felt Draco go lax. Harry raised his head and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. He stood up, kicked the stool aside with a clatter, and took his cock in hand. Harry gave himself two quick strokes, then shuffled into position behind Draco, who was still conveniently bent over the table. Harry lined his cock up to Draco's wet, loosened entrance...
The lock on the door disengaged, and it swung open, admitting a shaft of bright light from the hallway. A gruff voice demanded, "Who's in here?!"