Sweet Essence
Title: Sweet Essence
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature!fic, explicit sex, mild dub-con
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 995
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hp_creatures January prompt - chimaera
Author's note: Part of my Sweet Nothings verse
Summary: Harry goes looking for Neville and finds a vampire, instead.
Harry stepped out of the castle and drew a deep breath of cold air into his lungs. He tipped his head back and looked up at the stars. The night was clear, and the waxing moon over the snow provided adequate illumination. Harry wrapped his scarf more tightly around his neck and began tramping through the snow, on his way to the greenhouses. He was hoping to find Neville there.
A light was on in Greenhouse Three, and Harry quickened his steps, anxious to be warm again. He reached for the door and pulled it open. Harry stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind him, aware of the fragility of the plants in the greenhouse.
"Hello?" Harry called, striding along the middle aisle. "Neville?"
"Professor Longbottom isn't here."
Harry whirled around, one hand on his wand as the fine hairs at his nape tried to rise beneath his scarf. "Malfoy," he rasped. "You startled me."
Malfoy's brows lifted, followed by his upper lip. His sly smile revealed the tips of his fangs, and Harry got chill bumps all over.
"What are you doing here?" asked Harry, forcing himself to relax.
"I asked Professor Longbottom if I could harvest some of his Chimaera roses," Malfoy replied. "They only flower at night, and the blooms can be used in various potions. Why are you here, Potter? Gagging for another shag, are you?"
"No!" Harry denied. He hadn't come here for that, but now that he was in such close proximity to Malfoy, Harry's body was beginning to stir.
"You're thinking about it now, aren't you?"
"N-no."
"Potter, you are a terrible liar," chided Malfoy. "You need more Slytherin in you. I can help with that." As he spoke, Malfoy moved closer, brushing Harry's body with his own.
Harry couldn't help but notice that Malfoy was aroused, and he sucked in a startled breath.
Malfoy removed Harry's scarf and brushed his throat with the back of his knuckles, lingering on Harry's thundering pulse. "Some say I need more Gryffindor in me," he said quietly. "Perhaps you can help me with that?"
Harry leaned closer. "Yes," he breathed. He blinked. "I mean...mm..."
Malfoy's other hand was pressing against the bulge at Harry's groin. "Let me ease that ache for you, Potter."
The still-functioning part of Harry's mind knew he'd regret this later, but it was overruled by his libido. Harry made no further protest when Malfoy undid his belt and his zip. He anticipated that Malfoy would turn him around and penetrate him from behind, but Malfoy had other ideas. He divested Harry of his boots, trousers, and pants, then hoisted Harry up on one of the long work tables.
Harry was nearly jolted out of the mood, but Malfoy spread Harry's thighs and barged between them. He bent his head and nuzzled Harry's neck, and Harry moaned and let his head loll back. Malfoy's lips caressed Harry's throat.
"May I take some of your sweet essence and replace it with my own?" Malfoy murmured.
"Fuck, Malfoy," Harry panted, trying to scoot forward and lift up at the same time. He was desperate for relief from the throbbing ache between his legs.
"Soon, Potter," crooned Malfoy. He continued licking and nibbling at Harry's neck as he opened his own flies. Malfoy whispered a spell, leaving Harry slick and ready. He reached between them, taking himself in hand and guiding his cock to Harry's entrance. Malfoy and Harry pushed forward at the same time, and they groaned in concert when the tip of Malfoy's cock popped past Harry's rim.
Harry's hands tightened on Malfoy's shoulders. The sudden sting of penetration helped clear the haze of lust from his mind, and he squirmed on the table. Malfoy angled his head and bit down. Harry gasped at this newest sting, but Malfoy's cock was pressing deeper, and he was drawing on Harry's blood with erotic suction. Harry surrendered to it, bringing his legs up and locking his ankles behind Malfoy's back. Harry threw one hand to the side to brace himself on the table when Malfoy began thrusting into him more forcefully.
This encounter was hot and raw and oh, so wrong, but it felt bloody brilliant. Malfoy kept hitting that perfect angle, driving passionate little whimpers from Harry each time. Harry got his other hand between them and closed his fingers around his cock. He wasn't able to stroke himself, but he could squeeze his erection, and the added stimulation accelerated his rush to completion.
Harry leaned back on the hand supporting his weight, and he unhooked his ankles and drew his legs up higher. Malfoy slammed into him, and Harry came undone. His shout of carnal pleasure echoed inside the greenhouse when he shot his load between their bodies.
As Harry's euphoria faded, Malfoy bit down harder, almost painfully, and rammed himself deep inside of Harry, cock jerking and pulsing in the midst of his own release. Malfoy eased his fangs from Harry's throat and lapped almost delicately at the twin punctures, coaxing them to close and heal. His body was still joined to Harry's, but his cock gradually softened and slipped free.
Harry pushed Malfoy away and Summoned his scattered clothing. He flinched when Malfoy's cleansing spell whispered over his exposed flesh, then sighed in relief. He dressed quickly, embarrassed when Malfoy didn't seem inclined to leave him in peace.
"Would you like to stay and help me harvest the Chimaera roses?" drawled Malfoy.
"No," snapped Harry, stomping his feet into his boots. His wits were too scattered for a witty comeback, so he settled for snatching his scarf from the table and winding it about his neck once more. Harry gathered the remnants of his dignity and stalked away. The effect of his exit was ruined by the hitch in his gait. Harry made it as far as the door before Malfoy's parting shot met his ears.
"Thank you for dinner and dessert, Professor Potter."
Spicy, not Sweet
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature!fic, explicit sex, mild dub-con
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 995
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hp_creatures January prompt - chimaera
Author's note: Part of my Sweet Nothings verse
Summary: Harry goes looking for Neville and finds a vampire, instead.
Harry stepped out of the castle and drew a deep breath of cold air into his lungs. He tipped his head back and looked up at the stars. The night was clear, and the waxing moon over the snow provided adequate illumination. Harry wrapped his scarf more tightly around his neck and began tramping through the snow, on his way to the greenhouses. He was hoping to find Neville there.
A light was on in Greenhouse Three, and Harry quickened his steps, anxious to be warm again. He reached for the door and pulled it open. Harry stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind him, aware of the fragility of the plants in the greenhouse.
"Hello?" Harry called, striding along the middle aisle. "Neville?"
"Professor Longbottom isn't here."
Harry whirled around, one hand on his wand as the fine hairs at his nape tried to rise beneath his scarf. "Malfoy," he rasped. "You startled me."
Malfoy's brows lifted, followed by his upper lip. His sly smile revealed the tips of his fangs, and Harry got chill bumps all over.
"What are you doing here?" asked Harry, forcing himself to relax.
"I asked Professor Longbottom if I could harvest some of his Chimaera roses," Malfoy replied. "They only flower at night, and the blooms can be used in various potions. Why are you here, Potter? Gagging for another shag, are you?"
"No!" Harry denied. He hadn't come here for that, but now that he was in such close proximity to Malfoy, Harry's body was beginning to stir.
"You're thinking about it now, aren't you?"
"N-no."
"Potter, you are a terrible liar," chided Malfoy. "You need more Slytherin in you. I can help with that." As he spoke, Malfoy moved closer, brushing Harry's body with his own.
Harry couldn't help but notice that Malfoy was aroused, and he sucked in a startled breath.
Malfoy removed Harry's scarf and brushed his throat with the back of his knuckles, lingering on Harry's thundering pulse. "Some say I need more Gryffindor in me," he said quietly. "Perhaps you can help me with that?"
Harry leaned closer. "Yes," he breathed. He blinked. "I mean...mm..."
Malfoy's other hand was pressing against the bulge at Harry's groin. "Let me ease that ache for you, Potter."
The still-functioning part of Harry's mind knew he'd regret this later, but it was overruled by his libido. Harry made no further protest when Malfoy undid his belt and his zip. He anticipated that Malfoy would turn him around and penetrate him from behind, but Malfoy had other ideas. He divested Harry of his boots, trousers, and pants, then hoisted Harry up on one of the long work tables.
Harry was nearly jolted out of the mood, but Malfoy spread Harry's thighs and barged between them. He bent his head and nuzzled Harry's neck, and Harry moaned and let his head loll back. Malfoy's lips caressed Harry's throat.
"May I take some of your sweet essence and replace it with my own?" Malfoy murmured.
"Fuck, Malfoy," Harry panted, trying to scoot forward and lift up at the same time. He was desperate for relief from the throbbing ache between his legs.
"Soon, Potter," crooned Malfoy. He continued licking and nibbling at Harry's neck as he opened his own flies. Malfoy whispered a spell, leaving Harry slick and ready. He reached between them, taking himself in hand and guiding his cock to Harry's entrance. Malfoy and Harry pushed forward at the same time, and they groaned in concert when the tip of Malfoy's cock popped past Harry's rim.
Harry's hands tightened on Malfoy's shoulders. The sudden sting of penetration helped clear the haze of lust from his mind, and he squirmed on the table. Malfoy angled his head and bit down. Harry gasped at this newest sting, but Malfoy's cock was pressing deeper, and he was drawing on Harry's blood with erotic suction. Harry surrendered to it, bringing his legs up and locking his ankles behind Malfoy's back. Harry threw one hand to the side to brace himself on the table when Malfoy began thrusting into him more forcefully.
This encounter was hot and raw and oh, so wrong, but it felt bloody brilliant. Malfoy kept hitting that perfect angle, driving passionate little whimpers from Harry each time. Harry got his other hand between them and closed his fingers around his cock. He wasn't able to stroke himself, but he could squeeze his erection, and the added stimulation accelerated his rush to completion.
Harry leaned back on the hand supporting his weight, and he unhooked his ankles and drew his legs up higher. Malfoy slammed into him, and Harry came undone. His shout of carnal pleasure echoed inside the greenhouse when he shot his load between their bodies.
As Harry's euphoria faded, Malfoy bit down harder, almost painfully, and rammed himself deep inside of Harry, cock jerking and pulsing in the midst of his own release. Malfoy eased his fangs from Harry's throat and lapped almost delicately at the twin punctures, coaxing them to close and heal. His body was still joined to Harry's, but his cock gradually softened and slipped free.
Harry pushed Malfoy away and Summoned his scattered clothing. He flinched when Malfoy's cleansing spell whispered over his exposed flesh, then sighed in relief. He dressed quickly, embarrassed when Malfoy didn't seem inclined to leave him in peace.
"Would you like to stay and help me harvest the Chimaera roses?" drawled Malfoy.
"No," snapped Harry, stomping his feet into his boots. His wits were too scattered for a witty comeback, so he settled for snatching his scarf from the table and winding it about his neck once more. Harry gathered the remnants of his dignity and stalked away. The effect of his exit was ruined by the hitch in his gait. Harry made it as far as the door before Malfoy's parting shot met his ears.
"Thank you for dinner and dessert, Professor Potter."
Spicy, not Sweet