Blood Whore 17
Title: Blood Whore 17
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1165
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 smirkingcat, who requested an update to Blood Whore
♦ hp_creatures April prompt - proliferated
Summary: Draco is becoming addicted to Potter's brand of pleasure.
When Potter declared it was time to eat, Draco hadn't anticipated that they would be going out in public, but that's just what they did. Potter took Draco to an upscale, expensive restaurant in London's Soho district. Surprisingly, it was a Muggle establishment.
After eating dinner, Draco took a sip of the fine wine Potter had allowed him to select. Curiosity compelled him to ask, "Aren't you afraid the Muggles will notice your fangs?"
"Muggles see what they expect to see," Potter responded with a shrug. He hadn't ordered any food, which made the manner that he was fixated on Draco's throat all the more unnerving.
"Gwendolin recommended this restaurant," Potter commented. "She enjoys dining here with friends."
Draco's eyebrows rose. "I didn't realize that vampires have so proliferated throughout London that they have favorite restaurants."
"First London, next, world domination."
The blood dropped from Draco's face, and Potter, damn him, laughed at his discomfiture.
"Relax, Malfoy," he said. "I was having you on. Vampires are not so prolific, and those of us who dwell in London know enough to keep our existence a secret. We can't do that if we're prowling the city, murdering innocents every night, now can we?"
Draco released his breath and took another quick drink of wine. "Thus, the need for blood donors," he said.
"Indeed."
"Yet, not all blood donors are wizards or witches," said Draco. "How do Muggles become blood donors if they don't know about vampires?"
"The clubs."
Draco was in the act of bringing his glass to his lips once more, but he set it down abruptly. "What clubs?"
"There are vampire themed night clubs in the city," Potter replied. "Of course, most of the Muggles who frequent them are convinced it's all for show, but every now and then, a true believer arrives, hoping to meet an actual, undead vampire."
"That's...it's madness," said Draco. He'd only turned to selling his blood to vampires as a desperate, last resort to survive.
Potter shrugged. "For some, the allure of vampirism was too much to resist." He grinned at Draco, showing off his fangs. "You find me alluring, admit it."
Draco snorted. "Arrogant much?" he drawled.
"Confident," Potter corrected him. "Finish your wine. I want to take you home and fuck you."
~*~
By the time Potter settled their bill, escorted Draco from the restaurant, and whisked them back to the flat, Draco was hard and aching. He was also ashamed of his body's reaction.
Once in the bedroom, Potter quickly removed his clothing and lounged back on the bed. He slicked his cock while watching Draco with a peculiar hunger in his eyes. It should have been terrifying; instead, Draco found it to be disturbingly erotic. He took his time undressing, telling himself it was to delay the inevitable, not to give Potter a show.
When he was completely nude, Draco joined Potter on the large bed. Potter sat up and reached for him. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of Draco's head and pulled his head back, causing his throat to arch as if in offering. Draco's breath quickened, and his cock throbbed.
"I treated you to dinner," said Potter. "It's your turn to return the favor."
"You already drank from me earlier," Draco whispered in mild protest.
"I hunger for you again." As he spoke, Potter released Draco's hair and stroked his nape.
The unexpected caress felt good, and Draco shivered as his desire mounted. There would be time later for recrimination. For now, Draco was too aroused to deny either Potter or himself the pleasure that Potter could give to him.
"Lie back and open for me," Potter commanded.
Draco obeyed immediately; it was what he wanted, too. He lay down on his back, drew his knees up, and spread his legs. The position left him feeling both vulnerable and invincible. There was power in his ability to ensorcell such a powerful creature as Potter, and Draco was heady with it.
Potter did not immediately claim the space between Draco's thighs; rather, he sat beside him on the bed and let his eyes travel the length of Draco's body, which was bared and open for his pleasure.
"Are you ready for me, Draco?" he murmured. "Ready to sate me with your blood and your body?"
"Yes," Draco breathed in response. He blinked and firmed his voice. "Get it over with."
"It pleases me to know how eager you are," taunted Potter.
Draco opened his mouth to refute it, only to release a shaky moan when Potter smoothed a hand over his stomach. The muscles jumped at the light touch, quivering beneath Potter's questing fingers. Draco expected him to explore lower; therefore, he was surprised when Potter trailed his fingers higher, tracking a line up Draco's torso. He flicked each nipple in turn, eliciting a gasp from Draco, then stroked the hollow at the base of Draco's throat with his thumb.
Draco's pulse thundered in response. He parted his lips, but all that emerged was a soft sigh. His legs were growing tired, and he moved to lower them.
"Did I give you leave to move?"
"But-"
"Put your hands behind your knees and hold yourself open for me."
Draco gulped and did as he was told.
Potter moved into position, shifting to kneel between Draco's legs. He lowered himself until he was braced with his hands on either side of Draco's head. "Hook your knees over my shoulders."
"No," Draco protested faintly. He would be utterly helpless in that position.
"Do as I say."
Draco reluctantly did so, draping his legs over Potter's shoulders. Potter leaned forward, opening Draco further. He nudged his cock into place and thrust.
Draco's body jolted, and a whine of discomfort made it past his clenched teeth. Potter allowed him a scant moment to adjust, and then he was in motion, his cock plunging smoothly into Draco over and over. In this position, Potter was able to rub Draco's prostate with each thrust. Draco's mouth fell open, and shameful sounds emerged. He couldn't hold them back, and he didn't bother trying.
Potter thrust in deep and bent his head to clamp his fangs into Draco's throat. Draco convulsed into climax. Unable to rise off of the bed, his body writhed and twisted beneath Potter as pleasure consumed him. Draco was left panting and trembling in the aftermath as Potter drew blood from his throat and continued short-stroking him with his cock. Potter raised his head, licked his lips, and applied himself to fucking. In moments, he was growling through clenched teeth and filling Draco full of come.
Potter eventually uncoupled them, pulling out of Draco's body and moving to lie next to him. Draco lowered his legs, wincing as he did so. Beyond that, he was incapable of moving. He'd never been so wrung out after sex as Potter left him. It made Draco realize that ending this was going to be more difficult than he'd imagined.
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