Cuffed 2
Title: Cuffed 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, bondage
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 940
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Woefully late donation gift for neptuneschild1, in thanks for the Help Japan charity VGift. She requested more of Cuffed, with a prompt of biter, bit
Summary: Malfoy moves things to the shower.
Malfoy unlocked the cuff on Harry's left wrist and stepped away.
Harry straightened with a groan and rubbed the small of his back. His body ached and burned in the most delicious manner possible. Warm fluid trickled from his hole, and Harry's cock twitched at the sensation. His rim was tender and sore, and his nipples still throbbed from the clamps that Malfoy had subjected him to. Harry scowled and reached for them.
Malfoy slapped his hand away. "Leave them," he said. "They look good on you."
"They hurt," Harry protested. Malfoy's stony expression didn't waver, and Harry gave in with a sullen curse. "I want to take a shower," he said.
Malfoy nodded. "Since you've promised me only twelve hours, however, I hope you don't mind if I join you."
"Actually, I do mind."
"That's a shame," said Malfoy, "because it's either shower with me or get on the bed and spread yourself for me."
Harry disliked being ordered about, but if he didn't honor the terms of his wager with Pansy, she'd know about it. While the thought of another shag was promising, Harry desperately wanted a shower. He decided to push his luck.
"I can't shower with these on," he said, gesturing at the nipple clamps.
Malfoy gave a slight shake of his head, but he stepped forward and disengaged the clamps. Harry winced and sucked in his breath with a hiss. Malfoy smirked and pointed at the door to the en suite. Harry entered and gaped at the opulence surrounding him. Malfoy moved past him and opened the frosted glass door of the shower.
Harry peered inside and commented, "I think my entire loo would fit inside of your shower."
"Step inside, I'll start the water," Malfoy invited.
Harry was skeptical, afraid Malfoy would douse him with icy water as a prank. However, he was in no position to argue. He entered the large shower stall and moved well back from the shower head. Malfoy leaned in and turned the taps. Harry yelped when he was blasted with water from all sides. It wasn't cold; rather, it was the perfect temperature. Harry relaxed once he got used to the sensation.
Malfoy grinned and joined him in the shower. He reached for the cuff dangling from Harry's right wrist and gave it a gentle tug. Harry's teeth clenched, but he had to play along. He allowed Malfoy to draw him closer.
"Mm, I am enjoying this game," said Malfoy.
Harry wished he could say the opposite, but the truth was, he was enjoying it, too. Being honor-bound by his wager to obey Malfoy was quite freeing. This situation seemed to be bringing forth a latent submissive streak in Harry.
Malfoy wrapped the cuffs around a bar at the side of the shower and snapped the empty one around Harry's left wrist. Harry realized he was at Malfoy's mercy again, and a thrill quivered down his spine. He cleared his throat and asked, "How am I meant to wash?"
"I'll do it," Malfoy replied. He soaped up a flannel and began smoothing it over Harry's back in slow, measured strokes.
Harry sighed in delight and relaxed, accepting Malfoy's ministrations.
Malfoy washed Harry all over, purposefully avoiding his groin. Soon, Harry's cock was erect and aching again. "Please," Harry whispered.
"What do you want, Potter? Tell me."
"Touch me."
"I am touching you."
Harry licked his lips. "My cock," he rasped. "Touch my cock." Harry heard the flannel hit the floor of the shower with a plop, and then Malfoy's hand closed around his erection. He moaned and pushed his hips forward, thrusting into Malfoy's grip. Harry whined when Malfoy withdrew his hand.
"Patience, Potter."
Malfoy moved away, and when he returned, he slid two slick fingers into Harry's tender entrance. Harry groaned and arched his spine, fucking himself on Malfoy's fingers. Malfoy worked his fingers in and out, lubing Harry and stretching his rim.
"Fuck me," panted Harry. "Please."
Malfoy's fingers withdrew, and the tip of his cock nudged its way between Harry's arse cheeks. He thrust inside, and Harry cried out and rose onto his toes. The burn of penetration stung, but it felt so bloody good. Malfoy had no mercy; he continued driving deep and deeper still until he bottomed out. He nuzzled Harry's wet nape, then sank his teeth into the juncture between Harry's neck and shoulder.
Harry yelped, and his cock jerked. He'd had no idea Malfoy was a biter, nor that he would enjoy getting bit. He moaned and shivered, then shifted his feet farther apart, opening himself wider.
Malfoy took advantage, grasping Harry's hips firmly and fucking him hard and fast. Their wet flesh slapped together, sounding even louder in the enclosed shower. Harry grabbed the towel bar and held on, using it for balance as he snapped his hips back, taking Malfoy deep on each thrust. Malfoy finally deigned to give Harry a hand, clasping his cock and jacking him awkwardly. Harry didn't care; he was being stimulated inside and out, and his entire body was tensing as he surged ever closer to orgasm.
Malfoy plunged in, hammering Harry's prostate, and Harry came undone with a shout that reverberated inside their steamy haven. He painted white stripes on the shower wall, and the multiple jets of water washed them immediately away.
Malfoy pounded into Harry a few more times before pulsing inside of him. When it was over, he remained pressed against Harry's back, as if reluctant to withdraw. Malfoy's tongue swiped over the bite mark he'd left on Harry's skin, causing Harry to shiver and moan again. Eventually, Malfoy sighed and stepped back, uncoupling them.
"Come on, Potter," he said. "Let's get cleaned up. I want to fuck you in my bed at least once before our time is up."
Cuffed 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, bondage
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 940
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Woefully late donation gift for neptuneschild1, in thanks for the Help Japan charity VGift. She requested more of Cuffed, with a prompt of biter, bit
Summary: Malfoy moves things to the shower.
Malfoy unlocked the cuff on Harry's left wrist and stepped away.
Harry straightened with a groan and rubbed the small of his back. His body ached and burned in the most delicious manner possible. Warm fluid trickled from his hole, and Harry's cock twitched at the sensation. His rim was tender and sore, and his nipples still throbbed from the clamps that Malfoy had subjected him to. Harry scowled and reached for them.
Malfoy slapped his hand away. "Leave them," he said. "They look good on you."
"They hurt," Harry protested. Malfoy's stony expression didn't waver, and Harry gave in with a sullen curse. "I want to take a shower," he said.
Malfoy nodded. "Since you've promised me only twelve hours, however, I hope you don't mind if I join you."
"Actually, I do mind."
"That's a shame," said Malfoy, "because it's either shower with me or get on the bed and spread yourself for me."
Harry disliked being ordered about, but if he didn't honor the terms of his wager with Pansy, she'd know about it. While the thought of another shag was promising, Harry desperately wanted a shower. He decided to push his luck.
"I can't shower with these on," he said, gesturing at the nipple clamps.
Malfoy gave a slight shake of his head, but he stepped forward and disengaged the clamps. Harry winced and sucked in his breath with a hiss. Malfoy smirked and pointed at the door to the en suite. Harry entered and gaped at the opulence surrounding him. Malfoy moved past him and opened the frosted glass door of the shower.
Harry peered inside and commented, "I think my entire loo would fit inside of your shower."
"Step inside, I'll start the water," Malfoy invited.
Harry was skeptical, afraid Malfoy would douse him with icy water as a prank. However, he was in no position to argue. He entered the large shower stall and moved well back from the shower head. Malfoy leaned in and turned the taps. Harry yelped when he was blasted with water from all sides. It wasn't cold; rather, it was the perfect temperature. Harry relaxed once he got used to the sensation.
Malfoy grinned and joined him in the shower. He reached for the cuff dangling from Harry's right wrist and gave it a gentle tug. Harry's teeth clenched, but he had to play along. He allowed Malfoy to draw him closer.
"Mm, I am enjoying this game," said Malfoy.
Harry wished he could say the opposite, but the truth was, he was enjoying it, too. Being honor-bound by his wager to obey Malfoy was quite freeing. This situation seemed to be bringing forth a latent submissive streak in Harry.
Malfoy wrapped the cuffs around a bar at the side of the shower and snapped the empty one around Harry's left wrist. Harry realized he was at Malfoy's mercy again, and a thrill quivered down his spine. He cleared his throat and asked, "How am I meant to wash?"
"I'll do it," Malfoy replied. He soaped up a flannel and began smoothing it over Harry's back in slow, measured strokes.
Harry sighed in delight and relaxed, accepting Malfoy's ministrations.
Malfoy washed Harry all over, purposefully avoiding his groin. Soon, Harry's cock was erect and aching again. "Please," Harry whispered.
"What do you want, Potter? Tell me."
"Touch me."
"I am touching you."
Harry licked his lips. "My cock," he rasped. "Touch my cock." Harry heard the flannel hit the floor of the shower with a plop, and then Malfoy's hand closed around his erection. He moaned and pushed his hips forward, thrusting into Malfoy's grip. Harry whined when Malfoy withdrew his hand.
"Patience, Potter."
Malfoy moved away, and when he returned, he slid two slick fingers into Harry's tender entrance. Harry groaned and arched his spine, fucking himself on Malfoy's fingers. Malfoy worked his fingers in and out, lubing Harry and stretching his rim.
"Fuck me," panted Harry. "Please."
Malfoy's fingers withdrew, and the tip of his cock nudged its way between Harry's arse cheeks. He thrust inside, and Harry cried out and rose onto his toes. The burn of penetration stung, but it felt so bloody good. Malfoy had no mercy; he continued driving deep and deeper still until he bottomed out. He nuzzled Harry's wet nape, then sank his teeth into the juncture between Harry's neck and shoulder.
Harry yelped, and his cock jerked. He'd had no idea Malfoy was a biter, nor that he would enjoy getting bit. He moaned and shivered, then shifted his feet farther apart, opening himself wider.
Malfoy took advantage, grasping Harry's hips firmly and fucking him hard and fast. Their wet flesh slapped together, sounding even louder in the enclosed shower. Harry grabbed the towel bar and held on, using it for balance as he snapped his hips back, taking Malfoy deep on each thrust. Malfoy finally deigned to give Harry a hand, clasping his cock and jacking him awkwardly. Harry didn't care; he was being stimulated inside and out, and his entire body was tensing as he surged ever closer to orgasm.
Malfoy plunged in, hammering Harry's prostate, and Harry came undone with a shout that reverberated inside their steamy haven. He painted white stripes on the shower wall, and the multiple jets of water washed them immediately away.
Malfoy pounded into Harry a few more times before pulsing inside of him. When it was over, he remained pressed against Harry's back, as if reluctant to withdraw. Malfoy's tongue swiped over the bite mark he'd left on Harry's skin, causing Harry to shiver and moan again. Eventually, Malfoy sighed and stepped back, uncoupling them.
"Come on, Potter," he said. "Let's get cleaned up. I want to fuck you in my bed at least once before our time is up."
Cuffed 3