Eager Ecstasy
Title: Eager Ecstasy
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Word count: 1295
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 asnq8, who requested more of Club Coquette
Summary: Draco and Zee put on another show.
Draco's sleep was disturbed when something tickled his nose. He frowned and batted at it without opening his eyes. The tickle returned, this time accompanied by an amused chuckle. Draco cracked his eyes open to see Zee wielding a feather. Draco reached up to assure himself that his mask was still firmly in place. He was confused momentarily until he recalled he'd worn a simple black half-mask instead of the feathered mask he usually wore.
"Where did you get that feather?" Draco mumbled.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" teased Zee.
Draco yawned and rolled onto his back, where he indulged in a full-body stretch. "I was having a tremendous dream, and you interrupted it," he said.
"Mm, were you dreaming about me?"
"No, Todd the Troll starred in my fantasies."
Zee's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Bullshit," he said.
Draco laughed at his lover's irate expression. "You deserved that after waking me up."
"I told you I had plans for you later," said Zee. "Were you planning to sleep all night?"
"It does have its merits..."
Zee slapped Draco's naked thigh. "Get up, lazy slag," he growled. "Sleep is for the weak."
~*~
Half an hour later, Draco found himself back in the theater, where live-action sex was the featured performance. This time, Zee hadn't started them in the audience; Draco was lying on the bed on stage, naked but for his mask. He was alone, and the curtains were closed, giving Draco a modicum of privacy, even if it was only temporary. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant off the small side table, just as the lights began to brighten. The curtains opened, revealing an expanse of darkened glass. Draco knew there was an audience behind that glass, but he was unable to see them. Performing for an unseen audience seemed especially naughty and decadent.
Draco drizzled lube over the fingers of his right hand and reached down, between his legs. He located his entrance and pressed two fingers inside. He was still loose from his earlier romp with Zee, but Draco knew that some of the voyeurs behind the glass got off on watching him prepare himself. Draco found his prostate and prodded it, biting his lip as he did so. He wrapped the fingers of his left hand around his cock and gave himself a slow, base-to-tip stroke. It felt fantastic, but it would feel so much better if Zee were here, helping him.
As if Draco's wish had conjured him, Zee strode onto the set. He was wearing his black mask and a red wrap, knotted at the waist. He tugged on one end of the tie and shrugged out of the wrap. Zee was naked beneath it, and very obviously aroused.
"Zee," Draco whispered from the bed. Their audience couldn't hear him, but his lover had.
Zee grinned and moved to join Draco on the large bed. He pushed Draco's left hand aside, took Draco's cock in a firm grip, and said, "This is mine." Zee tugged on Draco's right hand, causing Draco's fingers to slip from his hole. "That is also mine."
Draco swallowed heavily and nodded.
Zee sat back on his heels, releasing the hold he had on Draco. "Put your hands on the pillow, beside your head," he instructed.
Draco's breathing quickened as he did so. He parted his legs in invitation, biting back a moan when Zee moved between his thighs. Zee bent down and hooked his arms under Draco's knees. He leaned forward, pulling Draco's legs up with the motion.
"Let's give them a show, Cinderella."
Draco was helpless to do anything but. Zee had put him in a position that left him completely exposed to the salacious onlookers beyond the glass. Draco might have been embarrassed, but in truth, he was utterly aroused by the erotic show he and Zee were about to put on.
Zee maneuvered his hips between Draco's thighs until the wet tip of his cock was pressed to Draco's lubricated entrance. "Are you ready, Cinderella?"
"Yes," Draco breathed. His remaining breath rushed out of him when Zee thrust forward and in. Draco arched up uncontrollably, dragging an appreciative groan from Zee's throat. Zee continued to drive forward until he was balls deep inside of Draco.
The bed began to rotate.
Draco had anticipated this, but it still felt odd. At least the bed was moving slowly. It rotated to give their audience a complete view of the carnal activity taking place on stage.
Zee pulled out slowly, withdrawing completely from the hot clasp of Draco's body. He nudged Draco's rim with the head of his prick, teasing him before plunging in again. Draco cried out, and his feet kicked uselessly in the air.
"Oh fuck, Zee," he panted.
"I'll fuck you alright, Cinderella."
Zee was as good as his word. He drove in deep, pulled back, and repeated the motion until he was shafting Draco rhythmically on the rotating bed. Draco's knees ended up pressed to his chest, leaving him unable to get the leverage he needed to lift his hips into Zee's thrusts. So far, he'd kept his hands where Zee had told him to put them, but the temptation to touch his lover was strong.
Draco could see their reflection on this side of the darkened glass, which provided a glimpse of what the voyeurs on the other side were seeing. Draco turned his head, eyes drawn to the sight of Zee's thick cock where it plunged into his body, over and over.
Draco could no longer resist touching Zee. He reached up, tangling his fingers in his lover's hair and tugging Zee down for a long, wet kiss. Zee's rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming more shallow and erratic. Draco didn't mind, however; he loved kissing his lover. Zee eventually broke for air. He drew in a deep breath, then trailed kisses along Draco's jaw until he reached Draco's ear. There, Zee took the lobe of Draco's ear between his teeth and nipped and sucked the tender flesh while he continued fucking Draco with slow, deep strokes.
Draco's fingers tightened in Zee's hair, while his other hand fisted the pillow his head rested on. He became lost in the exquisite sensation that was sex with Zee, forgetting all about the unseen audience that viewed their performance. Draco's cock remained untouched, but Zee's cock was rubbing back and forth over Draco's prostate, while his stomach brushed tantalizingly over Draco's aching length. Pleasure built within Draco, tightening his muscles and his balls. When it crested, his body arched and bucked as a loud cry of pleasure burst from his mouth.
Zee raised himself on his arms, the better to hammer his cock into Draco's hole as he sought his own release. In moments, he was throwing his head back and shouting while he emptied himself inside of Draco.
Zee slumped onto Draco, the lights dimmed, and the curtains closed with a sibilant swish.
Draco stroked his hands up and down Zee's damp back. He smiled and asked, "Do you reckon they got their money's worth?"
"I hope so," Zee mumbled. He lifted his upper body off of Draco and uncoupled them carefully.
Draco shivered at the loss of his lover's warmth.
"I'd wrap you in a blanket, but I don't think you want to fall asleep here," Zee said. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, giving Draco a swat on the thigh to get him motivated.
Draco groaned and sat up, reaching for the robe he'd worn onto the stage. "Can we just wear these back to your suite? I don't feel like getting dressed so soon."
"Alright, Cinderella," Zee replied. "But, if you're going out naked under that wrap, I'm summoning us a carriage."
Thrilling Thirst
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Word count: 1295
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 asnq8, who requested more of Club Coquette
Summary: Draco and Zee put on another show.
Draco's sleep was disturbed when something tickled his nose. He frowned and batted at it without opening his eyes. The tickle returned, this time accompanied by an amused chuckle. Draco cracked his eyes open to see Zee wielding a feather. Draco reached up to assure himself that his mask was still firmly in place. He was confused momentarily until he recalled he'd worn a simple black half-mask instead of the feathered mask he usually wore.
"Where did you get that feather?" Draco mumbled.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" teased Zee.
Draco yawned and rolled onto his back, where he indulged in a full-body stretch. "I was having a tremendous dream, and you interrupted it," he said.
"Mm, were you dreaming about me?"
"No, Todd the Troll starred in my fantasies."
Zee's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Bullshit," he said.
Draco laughed at his lover's irate expression. "You deserved that after waking me up."
"I told you I had plans for you later," said Zee. "Were you planning to sleep all night?"
"It does have its merits..."
Zee slapped Draco's naked thigh. "Get up, lazy slag," he growled. "Sleep is for the weak."
~*~
Half an hour later, Draco found himself back in the theater, where live-action sex was the featured performance. This time, Zee hadn't started them in the audience; Draco was lying on the bed on stage, naked but for his mask. He was alone, and the curtains were closed, giving Draco a modicum of privacy, even if it was only temporary. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant off the small side table, just as the lights began to brighten. The curtains opened, revealing an expanse of darkened glass. Draco knew there was an audience behind that glass, but he was unable to see them. Performing for an unseen audience seemed especially naughty and decadent.
Draco drizzled lube over the fingers of his right hand and reached down, between his legs. He located his entrance and pressed two fingers inside. He was still loose from his earlier romp with Zee, but Draco knew that some of the voyeurs behind the glass got off on watching him prepare himself. Draco found his prostate and prodded it, biting his lip as he did so. He wrapped the fingers of his left hand around his cock and gave himself a slow, base-to-tip stroke. It felt fantastic, but it would feel so much better if Zee were here, helping him.
As if Draco's wish had conjured him, Zee strode onto the set. He was wearing his black mask and a red wrap, knotted at the waist. He tugged on one end of the tie and shrugged out of the wrap. Zee was naked beneath it, and very obviously aroused.
"Zee," Draco whispered from the bed. Their audience couldn't hear him, but his lover had.
Zee grinned and moved to join Draco on the large bed. He pushed Draco's left hand aside, took Draco's cock in a firm grip, and said, "This is mine." Zee tugged on Draco's right hand, causing Draco's fingers to slip from his hole. "That is also mine."
Draco swallowed heavily and nodded.
Zee sat back on his heels, releasing the hold he had on Draco. "Put your hands on the pillow, beside your head," he instructed.
Draco's breathing quickened as he did so. He parted his legs in invitation, biting back a moan when Zee moved between his thighs. Zee bent down and hooked his arms under Draco's knees. He leaned forward, pulling Draco's legs up with the motion.
"Let's give them a show, Cinderella."
Draco was helpless to do anything but. Zee had put him in a position that left him completely exposed to the salacious onlookers beyond the glass. Draco might have been embarrassed, but in truth, he was utterly aroused by the erotic show he and Zee were about to put on.
Zee maneuvered his hips between Draco's thighs until the wet tip of his cock was pressed to Draco's lubricated entrance. "Are you ready, Cinderella?"
"Yes," Draco breathed. His remaining breath rushed out of him when Zee thrust forward and in. Draco arched up uncontrollably, dragging an appreciative groan from Zee's throat. Zee continued to drive forward until he was balls deep inside of Draco.
The bed began to rotate.
Draco had anticipated this, but it still felt odd. At least the bed was moving slowly. It rotated to give their audience a complete view of the carnal activity taking place on stage.
Zee pulled out slowly, withdrawing completely from the hot clasp of Draco's body. He nudged Draco's rim with the head of his prick, teasing him before plunging in again. Draco cried out, and his feet kicked uselessly in the air.
"Oh fuck, Zee," he panted.
"I'll fuck you alright, Cinderella."
Zee was as good as his word. He drove in deep, pulled back, and repeated the motion until he was shafting Draco rhythmically on the rotating bed. Draco's knees ended up pressed to his chest, leaving him unable to get the leverage he needed to lift his hips into Zee's thrusts. So far, he'd kept his hands where Zee had told him to put them, but the temptation to touch his lover was strong.
Draco could see their reflection on this side of the darkened glass, which provided a glimpse of what the voyeurs on the other side were seeing. Draco turned his head, eyes drawn to the sight of Zee's thick cock where it plunged into his body, over and over.
Draco could no longer resist touching Zee. He reached up, tangling his fingers in his lover's hair and tugging Zee down for a long, wet kiss. Zee's rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming more shallow and erratic. Draco didn't mind, however; he loved kissing his lover. Zee eventually broke for air. He drew in a deep breath, then trailed kisses along Draco's jaw until he reached Draco's ear. There, Zee took the lobe of Draco's ear between his teeth and nipped and sucked the tender flesh while he continued fucking Draco with slow, deep strokes.
Draco's fingers tightened in Zee's hair, while his other hand fisted the pillow his head rested on. He became lost in the exquisite sensation that was sex with Zee, forgetting all about the unseen audience that viewed their performance. Draco's cock remained untouched, but Zee's cock was rubbing back and forth over Draco's prostate, while his stomach brushed tantalizingly over Draco's aching length. Pleasure built within Draco, tightening his muscles and his balls. When it crested, his body arched and bucked as a loud cry of pleasure burst from his mouth.
Zee raised himself on his arms, the better to hammer his cock into Draco's hole as he sought his own release. In moments, he was throwing his head back and shouting while he emptied himself inside of Draco.
Zee slumped onto Draco, the lights dimmed, and the curtains closed with a sibilant swish.
Draco stroked his hands up and down Zee's damp back. He smiled and asked, "Do you reckon they got their money's worth?"
"I hope so," Zee mumbled. He lifted his upper body off of Draco and uncoupled them carefully.
Draco shivered at the loss of his lover's warmth.
"I'd wrap you in a blanket, but I don't think you want to fall asleep here," Zee said. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, giving Draco a swat on the thigh to get him motivated.
Draco groaned and sat up, reaching for the robe he'd worn onto the stage. "Can we just wear these back to your suite? I don't feel like getting dressed so soon."
"Alright, Cinderella," Zee replied. "But, if you're going out naked under that wrap, I'm summoning us a carriage."
Thrilling Thirst