Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #120
So far, early February has been like late March. We've had a "wintry mix" of precipitation, and this weekend, it was warm enough to melt most of January's snow. It's a wet, drab, muddy mess out there. Fie on that.
This month's JMDC prompt is challenge and/or reward. Use it any way you see fit. You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like. Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until February 29 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Bent and Banged
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): AU, explicit sex
Word count: 1060
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #120 - challenge and/or reward
♦ Gift for JMDC #119 winner dracogotgame, who asked for a Draco who is younger than Harry
Summary: Draco can't lose for winning.
Draco was intent on maintaining a positive attitude. As a Seeker, he could be disappointed to be playing for Banchory, knowing full well that he wouldn't see much action--not when Harry Potter played Seeker for the Bangers. However, Draco consoled himself with the thought that he could learn quite a bit from Potter. His flying had already improved in the two weeks he'd been with Banchory.
Potter seemed to have taken a special interest in Draco, often inviting Draco to fly with him after practice. Draco had picked up several pointers from the older Seeker, and he enjoyed trying different maneuvers over an empty pitch.
On this day, they'd been out there for nearly an hour after their teammates had gone to the showers. Draco doubted anyone was even still here; the others were probably long gone.
Potter drew his broom abreast of Draco and grinned at him. "Fancy a little game of one-on-one?" he asked, tossing a practice Snitch in the air and catching it again.
"Sounds brilliant," Draco responded immediately.
"So eager," Potter said with a laugh. "I like that. Shall we include a little wager to make this more interesting?"
"What did you have in mind?" asked Draco. He didn't make nearly the money that Potter did from Quidditch.
"If you win," Potter began, "I'll suck you off."
Draco's breath caught, and he could feel his mouth fall open.
"If I win, however," Potter continued, "I get to fuck you."
Draco's body throbbed with sudden arousal. He knew that Potter was a player, and rumor had it he would shag anything on two legs. Draco tried to keep his sexual proclivities to himself, but perhaps Potter guessed he was bent. If he accepted Potter's challenge, chances were, Draco would be giving it up to the more experienced Seeker soon. While part of him cautioned against being intimate with a teammate, his cock was urging Draco to accept.
"You're on, Potter," he said, mustering up a cheeky, confident grin.
"I'm counting on it, Malfoy," said Potter, and he released the Snitch.
~*~
"Good job, Malfoy," Potter congratulated him as they made their way to the showers.
Draco's heart was hammering with excitement and nerves. "You won, Potter," he felt obliged to say.
"Yeah, but I had to work for it," said Potter. He began removing his sweaty gear.
Draco followed suit, and they stripped in silence. Draco couldn't help but sneak a peek at Potter when his teammate stepped out of the last of his kit. Potter's cock was fully erect. It was long and thick, and it had a noticeable, upward curve. Draco's pulse sped up more, and his own prick reacted with a surge of lust.
"Drop trou, Malfoy," Potter murmured, taking a predatory step closer. "I intend to collect my reward now."
Draco fumbled to get his trousers undone. He kicked off his boots and skimmed out of the rest of his clothing. His cock was flushed and swollen, indicating how aroused he was.
Potter pulled a bottle of lubricant from his locker and began slicking his cock. "Bend over and put your hands on the bench," he instructed.
Almost trembling now with anticipation, Draco did as ordered. He jumped when a cool, lubed finger began swirling around his puckered rim. The finger pressed inside, and Draco gasped.
Potter hummed in approval. "Young and tight," he murmured. "Just the way I like it. I've been wanting to shag you since the first day you showed up for training." As he spoke, he continued working his finger in and out.
Draco's hips began to hunch back and forth, fucking himself on Potter's finger. He whined in protest when the finger was withdrawn. Draco froze when he felt something much larger than Potter's finger nudge his entrance. He drew in a quick breath...and exhaled on a groan when Potter thrust forward and in. Fuck, it burned, and Draco instinctively tried to lurch away. Calloused hands gripped his hips and held him in place. Potter pushed in deeper before pausing.
"Alright there, Malfoy?"
"Y-yeah," Draco gasped. His hands tightened on the edges of the bench, and he made a conscious effort to relax. It helped; the stinging pain eased.
Thumbs spread Draco's buttocks apart. "You look fantastic, stretched around my cock like this," rumbled Potter. His right hand moved, and he used the pad of his thumb to trace Draco's rim.
The flesh quivered under the unexpected sensation, and Draco's prick flexed as a result. He lowered himself to his forearms on the bench, a position that left his arse raised in brazen invitation.
Potter pulled out slowly, teasing twitches from Draco's rim. He drove back in, hard and sudden, forcing a startled yelp out of Draco. Apparently, Potter was done playing. His hips snapped back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out as he used Draco to slake his lust.
Sharp cries, half moan, half wail, fell from Draco's open mouth as he submitted to Potter's sexual aggression. It was the roughest bout of sex Draco had ever been subjected to, and he relished it. He loved the stretch and the burn and the incredible pressure on his inner walls as Potter's cock pounded into him over and over. Draco's prostate was getting a good work out, and he realized he was about to come untouched. Draco began pushing back and rolling his hips, seeking maximum contact for his sweet spot. His cries grew louder, culminating in a yowl of ecstasy when he climaxed.
Potter fucked him through it, stroking Draco's clenching sheath with his swollen cock in a flurry of thrusts. He plunged in once more and ground his groin against Draco's arse as he filled Draco with shot after shot of his release. Draco's legs trembled, and he was grateful that his weight was already braced on the bench.
Potter eased out of him, followed by a trickle of warm fluid. Potter's hand connected with Draco's arse in a stinging swat. "That was worth the wait, Malfoy," he said in a cheerful voice.
Draco stood up with a feeble groan, just in time to see Potter sling a towel over his broad shoulders and saunter towards the showers. Draco stretched up on his toes and rubbed his back. He ached all over, inside and out. He snagged a towel for himself and limped after Potter. Draco's lips quirked in a wry grin. He had no regrets, even if he couldn't sit a broom tomorrow.
This month's JMDC prompt is challenge and/or reward. Use it any way you see fit. You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like. Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until February 29 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Bent and Banged
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): AU, explicit sex
Word count: 1060
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #120 - challenge and/or reward
♦ Gift for JMDC #119 winner dracogotgame, who asked for a Draco who is younger than Harry
Summary: Draco can't lose for winning.
Draco was intent on maintaining a positive attitude. As a Seeker, he could be disappointed to be playing for Banchory, knowing full well that he wouldn't see much action--not when Harry Potter played Seeker for the Bangers. However, Draco consoled himself with the thought that he could learn quite a bit from Potter. His flying had already improved in the two weeks he'd been with Banchory.
Potter seemed to have taken a special interest in Draco, often inviting Draco to fly with him after practice. Draco had picked up several pointers from the older Seeker, and he enjoyed trying different maneuvers over an empty pitch.
On this day, they'd been out there for nearly an hour after their teammates had gone to the showers. Draco doubted anyone was even still here; the others were probably long gone.
Potter drew his broom abreast of Draco and grinned at him. "Fancy a little game of one-on-one?" he asked, tossing a practice Snitch in the air and catching it again.
"Sounds brilliant," Draco responded immediately.
"So eager," Potter said with a laugh. "I like that. Shall we include a little wager to make this more interesting?"
"What did you have in mind?" asked Draco. He didn't make nearly the money that Potter did from Quidditch.
"If you win," Potter began, "I'll suck you off."
Draco's breath caught, and he could feel his mouth fall open.
"If I win, however," Potter continued, "I get to fuck you."
Draco's body throbbed with sudden arousal. He knew that Potter was a player, and rumor had it he would shag anything on two legs. Draco tried to keep his sexual proclivities to himself, but perhaps Potter guessed he was bent. If he accepted Potter's challenge, chances were, Draco would be giving it up to the more experienced Seeker soon. While part of him cautioned against being intimate with a teammate, his cock was urging Draco to accept.
"You're on, Potter," he said, mustering up a cheeky, confident grin.
"I'm counting on it, Malfoy," said Potter, and he released the Snitch.
~*~
"Good job, Malfoy," Potter congratulated him as they made their way to the showers.
Draco's heart was hammering with excitement and nerves. "You won, Potter," he felt obliged to say.
"Yeah, but I had to work for it," said Potter. He began removing his sweaty gear.
Draco followed suit, and they stripped in silence. Draco couldn't help but sneak a peek at Potter when his teammate stepped out of the last of his kit. Potter's cock was fully erect. It was long and thick, and it had a noticeable, upward curve. Draco's pulse sped up more, and his own prick reacted with a surge of lust.
"Drop trou, Malfoy," Potter murmured, taking a predatory step closer. "I intend to collect my reward now."
Draco fumbled to get his trousers undone. He kicked off his boots and skimmed out of the rest of his clothing. His cock was flushed and swollen, indicating how aroused he was.
Potter pulled a bottle of lubricant from his locker and began slicking his cock. "Bend over and put your hands on the bench," he instructed.
Almost trembling now with anticipation, Draco did as ordered. He jumped when a cool, lubed finger began swirling around his puckered rim. The finger pressed inside, and Draco gasped.
Potter hummed in approval. "Young and tight," he murmured. "Just the way I like it. I've been wanting to shag you since the first day you showed up for training." As he spoke, he continued working his finger in and out.
Draco's hips began to hunch back and forth, fucking himself on Potter's finger. He whined in protest when the finger was withdrawn. Draco froze when he felt something much larger than Potter's finger nudge his entrance. He drew in a quick breath...and exhaled on a groan when Potter thrust forward and in. Fuck, it burned, and Draco instinctively tried to lurch away. Calloused hands gripped his hips and held him in place. Potter pushed in deeper before pausing.
"Alright there, Malfoy?"
"Y-yeah," Draco gasped. His hands tightened on the edges of the bench, and he made a conscious effort to relax. It helped; the stinging pain eased.
Thumbs spread Draco's buttocks apart. "You look fantastic, stretched around my cock like this," rumbled Potter. His right hand moved, and he used the pad of his thumb to trace Draco's rim.
The flesh quivered under the unexpected sensation, and Draco's prick flexed as a result. He lowered himself to his forearms on the bench, a position that left his arse raised in brazen invitation.
Potter pulled out slowly, teasing twitches from Draco's rim. He drove back in, hard and sudden, forcing a startled yelp out of Draco. Apparently, Potter was done playing. His hips snapped back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out as he used Draco to slake his lust.
Sharp cries, half moan, half wail, fell from Draco's open mouth as he submitted to Potter's sexual aggression. It was the roughest bout of sex Draco had ever been subjected to, and he relished it. He loved the stretch and the burn and the incredible pressure on his inner walls as Potter's cock pounded into him over and over. Draco's prostate was getting a good work out, and he realized he was about to come untouched. Draco began pushing back and rolling his hips, seeking maximum contact for his sweet spot. His cries grew louder, culminating in a yowl of ecstasy when he climaxed.
Potter fucked him through it, stroking Draco's clenching sheath with his swollen cock in a flurry of thrusts. He plunged in once more and ground his groin against Draco's arse as he filled Draco with shot after shot of his release. Draco's legs trembled, and he was grateful that his weight was already braced on the bench.
Potter eased out of him, followed by a trickle of warm fluid. Potter's hand connected with Draco's arse in a stinging swat. "That was worth the wait, Malfoy," he said in a cheerful voice.
Draco stood up with a feeble groan, just in time to see Potter sling a towel over his broad shoulders and saunter towards the showers. Draco stretched up on his toes and rubbed his back. He ached all over, inside and out. He snagged a towel for himself and limped after Potter. Draco's lips quirked in a wry grin. He had no regrets, even if he couldn't sit a broom tomorrow.