Cakes and Christening
Title: Cakes and Christening
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 780
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 twistedm, who requested more of Bent and Broken
Summary: Harry drops in on his new neighbor.
Harry angled his broom downward, descending in a lazy spiral until he landed on the lawn of the Ranheim esate. It belonged to Malfoy now, and Harry grinned as he realized he'd have to get used to calling the stately home by whatever name Malfoy chose to give it.
Harry dismounted and leaned his broom against a flower-bedecked trellis. He withdrew a small, white box from his pocket, re-sized it, then climbed the steps and knocked at the door.
A moment later, Malfoy opened the door, and a lazy grin tipped his lips up.
"I brought you a housewarming gift," said Harry, extending the box.
Malfoy accepted it and opened the lid to reveal the chocolate cake that Harry had baked for him. "Are you trying to fatten me up?" he inquired.
"Trying to sweeten your disposition," quipped Harry.
Malfoy made a noncommittal humming noise and beckoned for Harry to join him inside. He led the way to the kitchen and set the cake on the counter. "Did you really come here just to bring me a cake?" he asked.
Harry grinned and rocked back on his heels. "Actually, I was wondering if you needed my help to christen anything."
Malfoy leaned back against the counter, rubbing his chin as if in deep thought.
Harry resisted the urge to shift from foot to foot, and he also had to refrain from palming his burgeoning cock. Finally, he blurted, "Do you want to shag or not?!"
Malfoy had the gall to laugh at him. "Did you bring Max along to spur us on with his infernal howling?"
"No," Harry replied. "I didn't realize you required sound effects."
"Thanks to Max, I pop a boner every time I hear a dog howl."
Harry stared at Malfoy. He assumed Malfoy was joking, but it wasn't until Malfoy snickered that Harry's shoulders relaxed. "Just for that, I should take my cake and leave."
"Not the cake, Potter!"
Harry groaned and slumped back against the wall.
Malfoy took pity on him. "Come on," he said. "As a matter of fact, I do need to christen the bedroom, and you're just the bloke for the job. I'm topping, however." He straightened from his slouch and exited the kitchen.
Harry trailed after him, eyes on Malfoy's arse the entire time. He almost tripped on the first step as Malfoy ascended a grand staircase. They made their way down a hallway, until Malfoy opened a door at the end with a flourish.
"The master suite," he proclaimed.
Harry barged past him, took a running leap, and bounced onto the large bed with a whoop.
"Potter!"
Harry flopped back and laughed at his host's expression. "Lighten up, Malfoy," he said. "We need to make sure your bed can stand up to some rough treatment."
Malfoy gave a small shake of his head, and he began to get undressed.
Harry sat, kicked his shoes off, and tugged his shirt over his head. When they were both naked, Malfoy tossed Harry a bottle of lubricant, then stood back as his mighty white wings unfurled. Harry used the lube to prepare. His eyes remained hot on Malfoy the entire time. Once Harry was ready, he set the bottle aside and stretched out on his stomach on Malfoy's soft bed. Harry threw what he hoped was a sultry look over his shoulder, and he gave a little wiggle of his bum.
Malfoy growled and pounced. He grasped Harry's hips and hauled him up higher. Malfoy's wings swept forward as he positioned his cock and thrust.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath and held it as Malfoy stilled behind him. Fuck, that burned. Soft feathers caressed Harry's shoulders, and he relaxed and pushed back. Malfoy began to move, using long, slow strokes to tease a response out of Harry.
Harry groaned and buried his face in Malfoy's pillow, inhaling the Veela's scent as he rocked back and forth while they shagged. It was incredible. Malfoy's wings swept languidly through the air, wafting a breeze over Harry's heated skin. Harry twitched when Malfoy's hand closed around his cock. From that point, it didn't take Harry long to climax. He came with a guttural cry, spilling over Malfoy's hand and clamping down hard on his cock.
Malfoy's wings fluttered faster, and the speed of his thrusts increased until he, too, was crying out in pleasure. His wings snapped out to their fullest extension as he pulsed inside of Harry.
They caught their breath, and Malfoy slowly pulled out. He folded his wings and stretched out on the bed next to Harry. "What a way to christen a bed," he sighed.
"I think it was missing something," Harry said.
Malfoy raised his head. "What was missing?" he demanded.
Harry grinned and did his best imitation of Max's howl.
Kitchen Christening
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 780
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 twistedm, who requested more of Bent and Broken
Summary: Harry drops in on his new neighbor.
Harry angled his broom downward, descending in a lazy spiral until he landed on the lawn of the Ranheim esate. It belonged to Malfoy now, and Harry grinned as he realized he'd have to get used to calling the stately home by whatever name Malfoy chose to give it.
Harry dismounted and leaned his broom against a flower-bedecked trellis. He withdrew a small, white box from his pocket, re-sized it, then climbed the steps and knocked at the door.
A moment later, Malfoy opened the door, and a lazy grin tipped his lips up.
"I brought you a housewarming gift," said Harry, extending the box.
Malfoy accepted it and opened the lid to reveal the chocolate cake that Harry had baked for him. "Are you trying to fatten me up?" he inquired.
"Trying to sweeten your disposition," quipped Harry.
Malfoy made a noncommittal humming noise and beckoned for Harry to join him inside. He led the way to the kitchen and set the cake on the counter. "Did you really come here just to bring me a cake?" he asked.
Harry grinned and rocked back on his heels. "Actually, I was wondering if you needed my help to christen anything."
Malfoy leaned back against the counter, rubbing his chin as if in deep thought.
Harry resisted the urge to shift from foot to foot, and he also had to refrain from palming his burgeoning cock. Finally, he blurted, "Do you want to shag or not?!"
Malfoy had the gall to laugh at him. "Did you bring Max along to spur us on with his infernal howling?"
"No," Harry replied. "I didn't realize you required sound effects."
"Thanks to Max, I pop a boner every time I hear a dog howl."
Harry stared at Malfoy. He assumed Malfoy was joking, but it wasn't until Malfoy snickered that Harry's shoulders relaxed. "Just for that, I should take my cake and leave."
"Not the cake, Potter!"
Harry groaned and slumped back against the wall.
Malfoy took pity on him. "Come on," he said. "As a matter of fact, I do need to christen the bedroom, and you're just the bloke for the job. I'm topping, however." He straightened from his slouch and exited the kitchen.
Harry trailed after him, eyes on Malfoy's arse the entire time. He almost tripped on the first step as Malfoy ascended a grand staircase. They made their way down a hallway, until Malfoy opened a door at the end with a flourish.
"The master suite," he proclaimed.
Harry barged past him, took a running leap, and bounced onto the large bed with a whoop.
"Potter!"
Harry flopped back and laughed at his host's expression. "Lighten up, Malfoy," he said. "We need to make sure your bed can stand up to some rough treatment."
Malfoy gave a small shake of his head, and he began to get undressed.
Harry sat, kicked his shoes off, and tugged his shirt over his head. When they were both naked, Malfoy tossed Harry a bottle of lubricant, then stood back as his mighty white wings unfurled. Harry used the lube to prepare. His eyes remained hot on Malfoy the entire time. Once Harry was ready, he set the bottle aside and stretched out on his stomach on Malfoy's soft bed. Harry threw what he hoped was a sultry look over his shoulder, and he gave a little wiggle of his bum.
Malfoy growled and pounced. He grasped Harry's hips and hauled him up higher. Malfoy's wings swept forward as he positioned his cock and thrust.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath and held it as Malfoy stilled behind him. Fuck, that burned. Soft feathers caressed Harry's shoulders, and he relaxed and pushed back. Malfoy began to move, using long, slow strokes to tease a response out of Harry.
Harry groaned and buried his face in Malfoy's pillow, inhaling the Veela's scent as he rocked back and forth while they shagged. It was incredible. Malfoy's wings swept languidly through the air, wafting a breeze over Harry's heated skin. Harry twitched when Malfoy's hand closed around his cock. From that point, it didn't take Harry long to climax. He came with a guttural cry, spilling over Malfoy's hand and clamping down hard on his cock.
Malfoy's wings fluttered faster, and the speed of his thrusts increased until he, too, was crying out in pleasure. His wings snapped out to their fullest extension as he pulsed inside of Harry.
They caught their breath, and Malfoy slowly pulled out. He folded his wings and stretched out on the bed next to Harry. "What a way to christen a bed," he sighed.
"I think it was missing something," Harry said.
Malfoy raised his head. "What was missing?" he demanded.
Harry grinned and did his best imitation of Max's howl.
Kitchen Christening