WildSide 16
Title: WildSide 16
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1040
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 nukesandwich, who asked for more of WildSide with prompt of jealousy
Summary: Draco thinks outside the box.
Draco frowned as he stepped into Potter's flat. Potter seemed terribly cheerful for someone whom Pansy had mentioned was "healing".
Draco went on offense. "Rumor has it you've gone and injured yourself again."
Potter's eyes widened in surprise an instant before the corners crinkled when he smiled. "Were you worried about me?" he teased.
Draco scowled. "I only stopped by to see if I could finish off the job."
Instead of pouting, Potter's smile widened into a grin. "Since you offered so nicely, I could use some help with it," he said.
Suspicious now, Draco held his tongue. He settled for raising one eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Follow me," said Potter. He turned and headed to the bedroom without waiting so see if Draco would comply.
Draco was too curious to back out now. Besides, he wasn't afraid of Potter. Draco firmed his chin and followed Potter to the bedroom. Across his back, Sam fluttered with anticipation. The dragon's tail twitched inside of Draco, nearly buckling his knees. He was panting by the time he caught up with Potter.
"Are you breathing hard already?" taunted Potter. "I haven't even touched you yet."
Draco opened his mouth to make a snarky retort, which is when Potter began to unbutton his shirt. "I say, Potter," Draco protested. "I didn't come here for sex." It was a weak protest, but it was the best he could do.
"Don't worry," said Potter. He turned his back and shrugged off his shirt before adding over one shoulder, "Your virtue is safe with me. For now."
Draco frowned. "What do you mean, for...the love of Merlin, Potter!"
Potter chuckled. "Surprise!"
Draco wasn't surprised; he was shocked. He could clearly see a tattoo on Potter's abdomen, and it was not something he'd ever expected Saint Potter to do. Draco cleared his throat. "Is that...is that real?"
"Of course, it's real, you tosser," Potter replied. He popped the button on his jeans and tugged the zip down.
Draco's eyes followed the activity, and he dampened his bottom lip with his tongue. When Potter carefully pulled his trousers down, Draco's tongue nearly lolled out of his mouth. Potter had a bloody dragon tat on his abdomen, and its tail...oh, dear Merlin, its tail wound around Potter's cock in a sinuous masterpiece. As quickly as Draco found himself nearly drooling, it just as suddenly occurred to him that Potter hadn't inked himself.
"Who's been touching your cock, Potter?"
Potter had the gall to laugh. "Jealous, Malfoy?" he taunted.
"Certainly not," Draco sniffed. "I am hopeful you've found someone else to press your unwanted attentions on."
Potter didn't respond to Draco's assertion; he changed the subject. "I went to the Wanton Witch."
"Which wanton witch?" Draco demanded. Salazar knew, there were plenty of trollops among Potter's acquaintances.
"The Wanton Witch," Potter replied, chuckling at Draco's question. "I went to see Rochelle."
Draco felt his mouth fall open. "That's a sentient tattoo?!" he cried.
"Yes, but it hasn't woken up yet," said Potter. "Maybe if we introduce it to Sam, that would help."
"Hah!" Draco crowed. "I knew there was a reason you lured me here!"
Potter raised a brow in a mocking imitation of Draco. "Have you forgotten that you showed up at my door, uninvited?"
Draco had forgotten, but he wasn't about to admit it. To save face, he said, "I meant, that's why you lured me to your bedroom."
"I've already told you, your virtue is safe tonight," said Potter. "I'm still a little...tender, and sex is the last thing I should be doing until this tat is fully healed."
Draco felt slighted, but he blamed it on Sam. Yes, it was Sam who was disappointed, and Draco was picking up on the dragon's thoughts and feelings.
...
Did sentient tattoos have thoughts and feelings?
"How do you intend to wake your tat up?" asked Draco.
"How did you awaken Sam?"
"Rochelle gave me a topical potion to apply, and..." Draco's voice trailed off as Potter held up a familiar-looking tube.
"Would you care to help me apply it?" asked Potter, waggling his brows suggestively.
Draco's cock flexed, and Sam wriggled across his back. Draco dug in his heels. "I managed to apply the healing potion to my own back. I'm certain you can apply it to your stomach."
"It's not my stomach I want help with."
Draco couldn't help himself; his eyes strayed to Potter's cock. It swelled under his regard, and Draco licked his lips again. This was a bad idea, a very bad idea, but he knew he was going to do it. Draco decided to take control. He Summoned the tube, nicking it right out of Potter's hand.
"Lie down on the bed," said Draco. His voice sounded rough, even to his own ears.
Potter held the top of his jeans and pants as he shuffled to the bed. He sat down, then swung his legs up to lie fully upon the bed.
Draco approached and sat at the edge of the mattress.
Potter made big eyes. "Please be gentle," he whispered.
"Berk," grumbled Draco. He opened the tube and squeezed some of the healing potion over the fingers of his right hand. Draco brushed his fingers over the magnificent dragon that was inked across Potter's abdomen. He felt movement beneath his fingers, but Draco realized it was only Potter's muscles contracting.
"Has it moved yet?" Draco asked, trying to maintain his focus.
"It's pointing right at you."
"I meant the tat," Draco snapped.
Potter snickered and said, "Yes, it's moved a little, but only when I spoke to it in Parseltongue."
Draco refrained from comment. Sam had grown more animated after Potter whispered in Parseltongue. Draco's touch became more firm as he continued stroking the salve over Potter's stomach. "Have you tried wanking?" he asked in a conversational tone.
"No, it's still a bit sore."
"Did Rochelle tell you when you could engage in sex again?"
"We didn't...ah, yes, Malfoy...we didn't discuss it."
"You can have sex whenever you want, you know," said Draco. He squeezed more salve onto his fingers and resumed caressing Potter's skin.
"That's certainly tempting, but I'm not convinced I can accomplish it without pain," Potter said. His own voice had grown rougher with mounting passion.
Draco dragged a fingertip very lightly along the shaft of Potter's swollen cock, feeling it flex beneath his tender touch. "Think, Potter," he murmured. "It won't hurt your cock if you take it up the arse."
WildSide 17
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1040
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 nukesandwich, who asked for more of WildSide with prompt of jealousy
Summary: Draco thinks outside the box.
Draco frowned as he stepped into Potter's flat. Potter seemed terribly cheerful for someone whom Pansy had mentioned was "healing".
Draco went on offense. "Rumor has it you've gone and injured yourself again."
Potter's eyes widened in surprise an instant before the corners crinkled when he smiled. "Were you worried about me?" he teased.
Draco scowled. "I only stopped by to see if I could finish off the job."
Instead of pouting, Potter's smile widened into a grin. "Since you offered so nicely, I could use some help with it," he said.
Suspicious now, Draco held his tongue. He settled for raising one eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Follow me," said Potter. He turned and headed to the bedroom without waiting so see if Draco would comply.
Draco was too curious to back out now. Besides, he wasn't afraid of Potter. Draco firmed his chin and followed Potter to the bedroom. Across his back, Sam fluttered with anticipation. The dragon's tail twitched inside of Draco, nearly buckling his knees. He was panting by the time he caught up with Potter.
"Are you breathing hard already?" taunted Potter. "I haven't even touched you yet."
Draco opened his mouth to make a snarky retort, which is when Potter began to unbutton his shirt. "I say, Potter," Draco protested. "I didn't come here for sex." It was a weak protest, but it was the best he could do.
"Don't worry," said Potter. He turned his back and shrugged off his shirt before adding over one shoulder, "Your virtue is safe with me. For now."
Draco frowned. "What do you mean, for...the love of Merlin, Potter!"
Potter chuckled. "Surprise!"
Draco wasn't surprised; he was shocked. He could clearly see a tattoo on Potter's abdomen, and it was not something he'd ever expected Saint Potter to do. Draco cleared his throat. "Is that...is that real?"
"Of course, it's real, you tosser," Potter replied. He popped the button on his jeans and tugged the zip down.
Draco's eyes followed the activity, and he dampened his bottom lip with his tongue. When Potter carefully pulled his trousers down, Draco's tongue nearly lolled out of his mouth. Potter had a bloody dragon tat on his abdomen, and its tail...oh, dear Merlin, its tail wound around Potter's cock in a sinuous masterpiece. As quickly as Draco found himself nearly drooling, it just as suddenly occurred to him that Potter hadn't inked himself.
"Who's been touching your cock, Potter?"
Potter had the gall to laugh. "Jealous, Malfoy?" he taunted.
"Certainly not," Draco sniffed. "I am hopeful you've found someone else to press your unwanted attentions on."
Potter didn't respond to Draco's assertion; he changed the subject. "I went to the Wanton Witch."
"Which wanton witch?" Draco demanded. Salazar knew, there were plenty of trollops among Potter's acquaintances.
"The Wanton Witch," Potter replied, chuckling at Draco's question. "I went to see Rochelle."
Draco felt his mouth fall open. "That's a sentient tattoo?!" he cried.
"Yes, but it hasn't woken up yet," said Potter. "Maybe if we introduce it to Sam, that would help."
"Hah!" Draco crowed. "I knew there was a reason you lured me here!"
Potter raised a brow in a mocking imitation of Draco. "Have you forgotten that you showed up at my door, uninvited?"
Draco had forgotten, but he wasn't about to admit it. To save face, he said, "I meant, that's why you lured me to your bedroom."
"I've already told you, your virtue is safe tonight," said Potter. "I'm still a little...tender, and sex is the last thing I should be doing until this tat is fully healed."
Draco felt slighted, but he blamed it on Sam. Yes, it was Sam who was disappointed, and Draco was picking up on the dragon's thoughts and feelings.
...
Did sentient tattoos have thoughts and feelings?
"How do you intend to wake your tat up?" asked Draco.
"How did you awaken Sam?"
"Rochelle gave me a topical potion to apply, and..." Draco's voice trailed off as Potter held up a familiar-looking tube.
"Would you care to help me apply it?" asked Potter, waggling his brows suggestively.
Draco's cock flexed, and Sam wriggled across his back. Draco dug in his heels. "I managed to apply the healing potion to my own back. I'm certain you can apply it to your stomach."
"It's not my stomach I want help with."
Draco couldn't help himself; his eyes strayed to Potter's cock. It swelled under his regard, and Draco licked his lips again. This was a bad idea, a very bad idea, but he knew he was going to do it. Draco decided to take control. He Summoned the tube, nicking it right out of Potter's hand.
"Lie down on the bed," said Draco. His voice sounded rough, even to his own ears.
Potter held the top of his jeans and pants as he shuffled to the bed. He sat down, then swung his legs up to lie fully upon the bed.
Draco approached and sat at the edge of the mattress.
Potter made big eyes. "Please be gentle," he whispered.
"Berk," grumbled Draco. He opened the tube and squeezed some of the healing potion over the fingers of his right hand. Draco brushed his fingers over the magnificent dragon that was inked across Potter's abdomen. He felt movement beneath his fingers, but Draco realized it was only Potter's muscles contracting.
"Has it moved yet?" Draco asked, trying to maintain his focus.
"It's pointing right at you."
"I meant the tat," Draco snapped.
Potter snickered and said, "Yes, it's moved a little, but only when I spoke to it in Parseltongue."
Draco refrained from comment. Sam had grown more animated after Potter whispered in Parseltongue. Draco's touch became more firm as he continued stroking the salve over Potter's stomach. "Have you tried wanking?" he asked in a conversational tone.
"No, it's still a bit sore."
"Did Rochelle tell you when you could engage in sex again?"
"We didn't...ah, yes, Malfoy...we didn't discuss it."
"You can have sex whenever you want, you know," said Draco. He squeezed more salve onto his fingers and resumed caressing Potter's skin.
"That's certainly tempting, but I'm not convinced I can accomplish it without pain," Potter said. His own voice had grown rougher with mounting passion.
Draco dragged a fingertip very lightly along the shaft of Potter's swollen cock, feeling it flex beneath his tender touch. "Think, Potter," he murmured. "It won't hurt your cock if you take it up the arse."
WildSide 17