Kitchen Christening
Title: Kitchen Christening
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
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: 970
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
♦ hp_creatures May prompts - strange land, anticipation
Summary: Harry offers to help Malfoy christen more of his new house.
After christening Malfoy's master suite, Harry and his host descended the stairs and fortified themselves with generous slices of the chocolate cake Harry had brought as a housewarming gift. Harry squirmed in his chair to get comfortable. Malfoy didn't often demand topping rights, but it was his new home, and he'd chosen to assert himself. Harry had no regrets; he'd enjoyed the sex immensely. In fact, part of the reason he was squirming was in anticipation of a repeat performance.
"Are you settling in and getting comfortable?" Harry asked, breaking the easy silence between them.
Malfoy swallowed a bite of cake before responding. "I still feel like a stranger in a strange land at times, but I am enjoying owning my own home."
"I am already enjoying having you as a neighbor," said Harry, hoping his steady gaze conveyed his rising lust. "In fact, should you need to christen any more rooms or furniture, I am completely at your disposal."
"Thank you, Potter," drawled Malfoy, "but I have plenty of other neighbors who are willing to help me out."
The cake in Harry's mouth suddenly tasted bitter, and he had to gulp to swallow it. "But, you-"
Malfoy's laughter interrupted Harry's wounded complaint. "Oh, Potter, the look on your face was priceless!" he crowed.
Harry glared at him across the table. "Pardon me for being surprised," he snapped. "I distinctly recall you saying you couldn't have sex with Muggles, because of your Veela wings, and that no Veela wanted to have sex with you, because you're bent."
"No need to get in a strop over it," chided Malfoy. "I was only taking the piss. This is excellent cake, by the way. I think I'll enjoy having you for a neighbor, considering how well you bake."
The tension drained from Harry's shoulders, leaving him feeling relaxed and randy again. "Is that the only reason you'll enjoy having me for a neighbor?" he teased.
Malfoy's gray eyes gleamed, and he leaned forward and dropped his voice. "I may require your services in other areas, as well."
Harry grinned. "Yeah?"
"Yes, especially when it comes time to clean a house this large."
Harry's smile faltered. "Piss off, Malfoy," he grumbled, stabbing his fork into another bite of cake.
Malfoy had the nerve to laugh at Harry's lingering pique. "Finish your cake, and I'll give you the grand tour," he said. "After that, I'll let you choose which room you want to help me christen."
Harry's good mood, and his wood, returned. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
~*~
Harry had a difficult time choosing where to shag Malfoy. He finally settled on the kitchen, since it was the heart of the home, and Malfoy would spend a lot of time there. Harry wanted his contrary Veela neighbor to think of him whenever he was in the kitchen. They'd shed their clothing for the event, which seemed terribly naughty. Fortunately, Malfoy had no neighbors nearby.
This time, Harry asserted himself, crowding Malfoy and coaxing him to brace his hands on the counter. The kitchen was large enough to allow Malfoy's magnificent white wings to unfurl, and he spread them out and held them aloft as Harry moved into position behind him.
Harry guided his cock, glistening with lubricant, to Malfoy's entrance and pressed forward until he sank into his snarky host. Malfoy moaned, which was an improvement over his earlier taunts, and Harry stilled until Malfoy pushed back. It was the signal Harry was waiting for, and he responded by driving in hard and deep.
Malfoy's wings fluttered and his rim clenched, causing Harry to grunt in satisfaction. It was a good thing this was their second go of the day, or he would be in danger of blowing his load too soon. Harry tried to concentrate on smooth, slow strokes, but Malfoy was having none of it.
"Fuck me like you mean it, Potter," he snarled, wings twitching with agitation.
Harry gritted his teeth and set about doing as instructed. He had no qualms about following Malfoy's orders when it was something he wanted to do anyway. He pulled out and slammed back in, then repeated the motion. Malfoy keened and arched his back, and his wings began to rustle again. Harry tightened his grip on the Veela's hips and lost himself in the pleasure of Malfoy's body. His hot hole, slick with lube, tightened each time Harry plunged in deep, adding to Harry's enjoyment. Harry's breath huffed out on each thrust, which, along with Malfoy's sharp cries, created the perfect duet.
Malfoy's hand was busy in front of himself, while he braced himself against the counter with the other. His breathing quickened, and his wings fluttered faster. Malfoy's breath stalled, then was released in a loud shout as he climaxed. His wings snapped out straight, and his rim clamped down on Harry's cock.
Harry could have died a happy man right then and there. Nothing compared to being balls deep inside of Malfoy at the peak of his pleasure. When Malfoy's tension ebbed, Harry resumed thrusting, banging Malfoy enthusiastically. When Harry's orgasm hit, his own impassioned cry rivaled any of Max's howls.
When it was over, Harry sagged against Malfoy, squashing his host up against the kitchen counter. He sputtered when Malfoy flicked a wing back, batting him in the face and knocking his glasses off center. Harry made grumbling noises beneath his breath as he pulled out of Malfoy with a wet pop. He found his cast-off jeans and drew his wand, flicking and swishing as he employed cleaning and freshening charms.
"That was fun," Harry said as he stepped into his pants. He straightened and winked at Malfoy. "Is there anything else you'd like me to help you with?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," Malfoy replied. "You can stay and make me some dinner."
Burning Calories
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
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: 970
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
♦ hp_creatures May prompts - strange land, anticipation
Summary: Harry offers to help Malfoy christen more of his new house.
After christening Malfoy's master suite, Harry and his host descended the stairs and fortified themselves with generous slices of the chocolate cake Harry had brought as a housewarming gift. Harry squirmed in his chair to get comfortable. Malfoy didn't often demand topping rights, but it was his new home, and he'd chosen to assert himself. Harry had no regrets; he'd enjoyed the sex immensely. In fact, part of the reason he was squirming was in anticipation of a repeat performance.
"Are you settling in and getting comfortable?" Harry asked, breaking the easy silence between them.
Malfoy swallowed a bite of cake before responding. "I still feel like a stranger in a strange land at times, but I am enjoying owning my own home."
"I am already enjoying having you as a neighbor," said Harry, hoping his steady gaze conveyed his rising lust. "In fact, should you need to christen any more rooms or furniture, I am completely at your disposal."
"Thank you, Potter," drawled Malfoy, "but I have plenty of other neighbors who are willing to help me out."
The cake in Harry's mouth suddenly tasted bitter, and he had to gulp to swallow it. "But, you-"
Malfoy's laughter interrupted Harry's wounded complaint. "Oh, Potter, the look on your face was priceless!" he crowed.
Harry glared at him across the table. "Pardon me for being surprised," he snapped. "I distinctly recall you saying you couldn't have sex with Muggles, because of your Veela wings, and that no Veela wanted to have sex with you, because you're bent."
"No need to get in a strop over it," chided Malfoy. "I was only taking the piss. This is excellent cake, by the way. I think I'll enjoy having you for a neighbor, considering how well you bake."
The tension drained from Harry's shoulders, leaving him feeling relaxed and randy again. "Is that the only reason you'll enjoy having me for a neighbor?" he teased.
Malfoy's gray eyes gleamed, and he leaned forward and dropped his voice. "I may require your services in other areas, as well."
Harry grinned. "Yeah?"
"Yes, especially when it comes time to clean a house this large."
Harry's smile faltered. "Piss off, Malfoy," he grumbled, stabbing his fork into another bite of cake.
Malfoy had the nerve to laugh at Harry's lingering pique. "Finish your cake, and I'll give you the grand tour," he said. "After that, I'll let you choose which room you want to help me christen."
Harry's good mood, and his wood, returned. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
~*~
Harry had a difficult time choosing where to shag Malfoy. He finally settled on the kitchen, since it was the heart of the home, and Malfoy would spend a lot of time there. Harry wanted his contrary Veela neighbor to think of him whenever he was in the kitchen. They'd shed their clothing for the event, which seemed terribly naughty. Fortunately, Malfoy had no neighbors nearby.
This time, Harry asserted himself, crowding Malfoy and coaxing him to brace his hands on the counter. The kitchen was large enough to allow Malfoy's magnificent white wings to unfurl, and he spread them out and held them aloft as Harry moved into position behind him.
Harry guided his cock, glistening with lubricant, to Malfoy's entrance and pressed forward until he sank into his snarky host. Malfoy moaned, which was an improvement over his earlier taunts, and Harry stilled until Malfoy pushed back. It was the signal Harry was waiting for, and he responded by driving in hard and deep.
Malfoy's wings fluttered and his rim clenched, causing Harry to grunt in satisfaction. It was a good thing this was their second go of the day, or he would be in danger of blowing his load too soon. Harry tried to concentrate on smooth, slow strokes, but Malfoy was having none of it.
"Fuck me like you mean it, Potter," he snarled, wings twitching with agitation.
Harry gritted his teeth and set about doing as instructed. He had no qualms about following Malfoy's orders when it was something he wanted to do anyway. He pulled out and slammed back in, then repeated the motion. Malfoy keened and arched his back, and his wings began to rustle again. Harry tightened his grip on the Veela's hips and lost himself in the pleasure of Malfoy's body. His hot hole, slick with lube, tightened each time Harry plunged in deep, adding to Harry's enjoyment. Harry's breath huffed out on each thrust, which, along with Malfoy's sharp cries, created the perfect duet.
Malfoy's hand was busy in front of himself, while he braced himself against the counter with the other. His breathing quickened, and his wings fluttered faster. Malfoy's breath stalled, then was released in a loud shout as he climaxed. His wings snapped out straight, and his rim clamped down on Harry's cock.
Harry could have died a happy man right then and there. Nothing compared to being balls deep inside of Malfoy at the peak of his pleasure. When Malfoy's tension ebbed, Harry resumed thrusting, banging Malfoy enthusiastically. When Harry's orgasm hit, his own impassioned cry rivaled any of Max's howls.
When it was over, Harry sagged against Malfoy, squashing his host up against the kitchen counter. He sputtered when Malfoy flicked a wing back, batting him in the face and knocking his glasses off center. Harry made grumbling noises beneath his breath as he pulled out of Malfoy with a wet pop. He found his cast-off jeans and drew his wand, flicking and swishing as he employed cleaning and freshening charms.
"That was fun," Harry said as he stepped into his pants. He straightened and winked at Malfoy. "Is there anything else you'd like me to help you with?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," Malfoy replied. "You can stay and make me some dinner."
Burning Calories