Taking the Edge Off
Title: Taking the Edge Off
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Word count: 725
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 rainfallsdown8, using the prompts wedding, birthday, beach
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 137 sultry summer nights
Summary: Draco knows how to bring Harry out of his sulk.
Draco twirled Harry away from him, then drew him back into his embrace. They swayed together to the soft, romantic music.
"There's something magical about dancing on the beach," said Draco.
"We're only doing it now because your selfish friends chose to have their wedding the same weekend as my birthday."
Draco laughed at his husband's pique. "Are you still in a strop about that?"
"I had plans for my birthday," Harry countered. "Plans that included just the two of us, not two hundred wedding guests."
"You poor thing," cooed Draco. He spun Harry out and reeled him back in. "I promise I'll make it up to you later."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Why not now?"
Draco's eyebrows rose. "Theo and Astoria haven't even cut the cake yet," he replied. "It would be bad form to leave this early in the evening."
"We could sneak away for a quickie."
"Shame on you, Harry Potter-Malfoy!"
"Can you blame me?" asked Harry. "Sultry summer nights like this are made for engaging in mad, passionate sex."
Draco missed a step of their dance, but he recovered swiftly. "Shush," he scolded. "We can have mad monkey sex later, after the party breaks up."
"Is that a promise, Draco Potter-Malfoy?"
"It is, indeed."
~*~
Draco was reaching to open the door to their hotel suite at the same time that Harry was reaching for him. They ended up snogging like randy teens in the hallway. Draco turned his head away, sucked in a quick breath, and began fumbling with the door again. It was difficult to concentrate when Harry's hands were all over him and his husband's lips were attached to his neck. Draco finally defeated the door, and they almost fell into their suite. They stumbled against the wall and resumed kissing and groping.
Draco came up for air. "Bed," he gasped.
"Sofa's closer," Harry offered. He hooked his fingers in Draco's belt loops and walked backward until he tumbled onto the sofa, pulling Draco down with him. It wasn't a graceful landing, and Draco knew they'd both have bruises by morning. He was too caught up in the lustful frenzy that Harry was creating to protest. Draco sat up and drew his wand, using a spell to undo every button, buckle, and zip.
Harry reached up to grab the gaping edges of Draco's shirt and drag him back into full body contact. Their mouths met in another hungry kiss, while hands now were free to caress bare skin or delve into loosened clothing. Harry managed to push Draco's trousers and pants down, and he took advantage of the situation to clutch Draco's arse and knead his buttocks.
Draco groaned and thrust his hips against Harry's clothed groin. He worked a hand into Harry's open zip and freed his husband's cock. Draco shifted until he could line their cocks up, and he began stroking them together. Harry moaned encouragement into his ear, arching up to grind himself into Draco's grip. Draco was wishing he had some lubricant handy, but their combined pre-come was working well enough to ease the friction.
Harry was still clutching Draco's arse as he squirmed and writhed on the sofa. "Fuck, Draco, I'm not going to last."
Draco wasn't, either. There would be time later to enjoy a leisurely shag in bed. Right now, they just needed to take the edge off.
Harry's hands tightened on Draco's arse, and his breath caught in his throat. He released it on a keen of pleasure as he pulsed in Draco's hand, covering their cocks with his ejaculate. It was hot and filthy, and the utter naughtiness of it sent Draco hurtling into climax as well.
All movement ceased as they concentrated on breathing again. Harry gave Draco's bum a final, fond squeeze before he removed his hands. Draco tried to extricate himself from his husband, pressing Harry into the sofa cushions as he did so.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry."
Draco sat back and nearly ran his hand through his hair before he caught himself. Harry snickered, and Draco jabbed him in the belly. "Shush."
Harry sat up, too, reaching up to right his specs. He grinned at Draco, eyes straying to Draco's naked nethers. "So," drawled Harry. "Shower and then sex, or sex in the shower?"
Draco smiled back at him. "Let's share the shower and see if we make it to the bed."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Word count: 725
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 rainfallsdown8, using the prompts wedding, birthday, beach
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 137 sultry summer nights
Summary: Draco knows how to bring Harry out of his sulk.
Draco twirled Harry away from him, then drew him back into his embrace. They swayed together to the soft, romantic music.
"There's something magical about dancing on the beach," said Draco.
"We're only doing it now because your selfish friends chose to have their wedding the same weekend as my birthday."
Draco laughed at his husband's pique. "Are you still in a strop about that?"
"I had plans for my birthday," Harry countered. "Plans that included just the two of us, not two hundred wedding guests."
"You poor thing," cooed Draco. He spun Harry out and reeled him back in. "I promise I'll make it up to you later."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Why not now?"
Draco's eyebrows rose. "Theo and Astoria haven't even cut the cake yet," he replied. "It would be bad form to leave this early in the evening."
"We could sneak away for a quickie."
"Shame on you, Harry Potter-Malfoy!"
"Can you blame me?" asked Harry. "Sultry summer nights like this are made for engaging in mad, passionate sex."
Draco missed a step of their dance, but he recovered swiftly. "Shush," he scolded. "We can have mad monkey sex later, after the party breaks up."
"Is that a promise, Draco Potter-Malfoy?"
"It is, indeed."
~*~
Draco was reaching to open the door to their hotel suite at the same time that Harry was reaching for him. They ended up snogging like randy teens in the hallway. Draco turned his head away, sucked in a quick breath, and began fumbling with the door again. It was difficult to concentrate when Harry's hands were all over him and his husband's lips were attached to his neck. Draco finally defeated the door, and they almost fell into their suite. They stumbled against the wall and resumed kissing and groping.
Draco came up for air. "Bed," he gasped.
"Sofa's closer," Harry offered. He hooked his fingers in Draco's belt loops and walked backward until he tumbled onto the sofa, pulling Draco down with him. It wasn't a graceful landing, and Draco knew they'd both have bruises by morning. He was too caught up in the lustful frenzy that Harry was creating to protest. Draco sat up and drew his wand, using a spell to undo every button, buckle, and zip.
Harry reached up to grab the gaping edges of Draco's shirt and drag him back into full body contact. Their mouths met in another hungry kiss, while hands now were free to caress bare skin or delve into loosened clothing. Harry managed to push Draco's trousers and pants down, and he took advantage of the situation to clutch Draco's arse and knead his buttocks.
Draco groaned and thrust his hips against Harry's clothed groin. He worked a hand into Harry's open zip and freed his husband's cock. Draco shifted until he could line their cocks up, and he began stroking them together. Harry moaned encouragement into his ear, arching up to grind himself into Draco's grip. Draco was wishing he had some lubricant handy, but their combined pre-come was working well enough to ease the friction.
Harry was still clutching Draco's arse as he squirmed and writhed on the sofa. "Fuck, Draco, I'm not going to last."
Draco wasn't, either. There would be time later to enjoy a leisurely shag in bed. Right now, they just needed to take the edge off.
Harry's hands tightened on Draco's arse, and his breath caught in his throat. He released it on a keen of pleasure as he pulsed in Draco's hand, covering their cocks with his ejaculate. It was hot and filthy, and the utter naughtiness of it sent Draco hurtling into climax as well.
All movement ceased as they concentrated on breathing again. Harry gave Draco's bum a final, fond squeeze before he removed his hands. Draco tried to extricate himself from his husband, pressing Harry into the sofa cushions as he did so.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry."
Draco sat back and nearly ran his hand through his hair before he caught himself. Harry snickered, and Draco jabbed him in the belly. "Shush."
Harry sat up, too, reaching up to right his specs. He grinned at Draco, eyes straying to Draco's naked nethers. "So," drawled Harry. "Shower and then sex, or sex in the shower?"
Draco smiled back at him. "Let's share the shower and see if we make it to the bed."