Spicy, not Sweet
Title: Spicy, not Sweet
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature!fic, explicit sex
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:
♦ Birthday gift for lunakat, using the prompts submit, smolder, obsessed
♦ hp_creatures July prompt - stupid ideas
Author's note: Part of my Sweet Nothings verse
Summary: Harry wants a shag, but Godric forbid he just ask Malfoy.
Harry gave up marking this most recent essay in disgust. "Ruddy idiots, the lot of them," he snarled, throwing his quill across the room. It hit the wall and fell on the floor. Harry stared at the broken implement and breathed deeply. His behavior was irrational, and if even he could recognize that, what must his colleagues at Hogwarts think?
Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair, forcing himself to relax. What he needed was a shag. A round of rough sex would cure his irritability. The only problem was, the only other person at Hogwarts who was bent and available was Professor Malfoy.
Harry's lip lifted in a sneer, even as his cock began to swell behind his zip. He and Malfoy had shagged before, but Malfoy always came out on top. Aside from that, Harry didn't want to seem desperate, which he would if he went to the git's quarters and asked for sex. Of course, Harry hadn't asked for sex on the previous occasions either.
He sat up straight in his chair. All he had to do was find Malfoy and pick a fight. That would inevitably lead to sex, and Harry wouldn't have to debase himself to get it. Pleased with his diabolical plan, Harry stood and strode out of his office, heading down to the dungeons in search of the slithering Slytherin vampire. It occurred to him that, in a lifetime of stupid ideas, this probably ranked up there with the most foolish. Nevertheless, he persisted.
Harry marched up to Malfoy's door and banged on it. A moment later, Malfoy flung it open. His annoyed expression quickly turned to one of delight. "Potter, what a pleasant surprise."
"You!" barked Harry, barging into Malfoy's quarters. "How dare you mistreat the students in my House?!"
Malfoy shrugged. "They're a bunch of mewling brats who never pay attention in my class."
"Wait. You really do mistreat them?"
"What?"
"What?"
They glared at one another for a moment. Harry wanted to launch himself at Malfoy and do unspeakable things with him. He was obsessed with the git, and it made him angry. Harry took out his frustrations, sexual and otherwise, by pushing Malfoy.
Malfoy flailed and caught his balance. His lips drew back, revealing his fangs, and he shoved Harry back. Harry responded with a right hook, and it was on. They raged through Malfoy's sitting room, punching, swearing, and knocking over furniture. When they ended up on the floor, Harry realized Malfoy was as hard as he was.
They stared at each other, panting for breath. One of them made the first move, and their mouths met in a savage kiss. Harry tried to assert himself by claiming the top spot, but Malfoy was stronger than he appeared. They tore at clothing, flinging items aside or merely pushing them out of the way. Once Malfoy claimed the space between Harry's thighs, he was forced to give in and submit. Sex was sex, after all.
Malfoy conjured some lube, slicked it up and down the length of his cock, then skewered Harry with a hard thrust.
"That hurt, you ruddy cunt!"
"Shut up, Potter."
Harry wasn't going to do as he was told. He opened his mouth, but all that emerged was a moan when Malfoy's fangs sank into his throat. Harry grasped Malfoy's arse with one hand, and he clasped the back of Malfoy's head with the other, holding him there as the vampire sipped at his blood.
Malfoy wasn't taking it easy on him. His cock was pounding into Harry, while his fingers clutched at his shoulders with enough force to bruise. Harry was loving it. He'd wanted, needed, a good, hard fuck, and he was certainly getting it now. Malfoy was an arsehole, but he knew how to shag. Harry had wanted it rough and raw spiced with anger, not sweet lovemaking, and Malfoy was delivering. Each thrust was driving Harry closer and closer to orgasm.
When it crashed over him and through him, Harry arched up from the floor, grinding against Malfoy and pulsing between their bodies. Malfoy took longer to finish, and he seemed to relish plunging deep into Harry, over and over, while Harry could do nothing but lie there and take it. Malfoy retracted his fangs and raised his head. His smoldering eyes met Harry's, and he deliberately licked his lips. He slammed into Harry once more and groaned through his climax.
As soon as Malfoy was done ejaculating, Harry squirmed and pushed at him. Malfoy took the hint and pulled out, leaving Harry sated yet disgusted with himself. He rolled away and began searching for his clothing.
Malfoy stood up and groaned for a different reason. "My knees are killing me," he grumbled. "I'm getting too old to fuck on the floor."
"Yeah, well my back and my arse hurt," Harry snapped in response.
"It's your own fault, you know."
Harry's head whipped around. "Excuse me?!"
Malfoy tugged his trousers up and smirked. "The next time you want sex, just ask."
Sweet of You
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature!fic, explicit sex
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:
♦ Birthday gift for lunakat, using the prompts submit, smolder, obsessed
♦ hp_creatures July prompt - stupid ideas
Author's note: Part of my Sweet Nothings verse
Summary: Harry wants a shag, but Godric forbid he just ask Malfoy.
Harry gave up marking this most recent essay in disgust. "Ruddy idiots, the lot of them," he snarled, throwing his quill across the room. It hit the wall and fell on the floor. Harry stared at the broken implement and breathed deeply. His behavior was irrational, and if even he could recognize that, what must his colleagues at Hogwarts think?
Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair, forcing himself to relax. What he needed was a shag. A round of rough sex would cure his irritability. The only problem was, the only other person at Hogwarts who was bent and available was Professor Malfoy.
Harry's lip lifted in a sneer, even as his cock began to swell behind his zip. He and Malfoy had shagged before, but Malfoy always came out on top. Aside from that, Harry didn't want to seem desperate, which he would if he went to the git's quarters and asked for sex. Of course, Harry hadn't asked for sex on the previous occasions either.
He sat up straight in his chair. All he had to do was find Malfoy and pick a fight. That would inevitably lead to sex, and Harry wouldn't have to debase himself to get it. Pleased with his diabolical plan, Harry stood and strode out of his office, heading down to the dungeons in search of the slithering Slytherin vampire. It occurred to him that, in a lifetime of stupid ideas, this probably ranked up there with the most foolish. Nevertheless, he persisted.
Harry marched up to Malfoy's door and banged on it. A moment later, Malfoy flung it open. His annoyed expression quickly turned to one of delight. "Potter, what a pleasant surprise."
"You!" barked Harry, barging into Malfoy's quarters. "How dare you mistreat the students in my House?!"
Malfoy shrugged. "They're a bunch of mewling brats who never pay attention in my class."
"Wait. You really do mistreat them?"
"What?"
"What?"
They glared at one another for a moment. Harry wanted to launch himself at Malfoy and do unspeakable things with him. He was obsessed with the git, and it made him angry. Harry took out his frustrations, sexual and otherwise, by pushing Malfoy.
Malfoy flailed and caught his balance. His lips drew back, revealing his fangs, and he shoved Harry back. Harry responded with a right hook, and it was on. They raged through Malfoy's sitting room, punching, swearing, and knocking over furniture. When they ended up on the floor, Harry realized Malfoy was as hard as he was.
They stared at each other, panting for breath. One of them made the first move, and their mouths met in a savage kiss. Harry tried to assert himself by claiming the top spot, but Malfoy was stronger than he appeared. They tore at clothing, flinging items aside or merely pushing them out of the way. Once Malfoy claimed the space between Harry's thighs, he was forced to give in and submit. Sex was sex, after all.
Malfoy conjured some lube, slicked it up and down the length of his cock, then skewered Harry with a hard thrust.
"That hurt, you ruddy cunt!"
"Shut up, Potter."
Harry wasn't going to do as he was told. He opened his mouth, but all that emerged was a moan when Malfoy's fangs sank into his throat. Harry grasped Malfoy's arse with one hand, and he clasped the back of Malfoy's head with the other, holding him there as the vampire sipped at his blood.
Malfoy wasn't taking it easy on him. His cock was pounding into Harry, while his fingers clutched at his shoulders with enough force to bruise. Harry was loving it. He'd wanted, needed, a good, hard fuck, and he was certainly getting it now. Malfoy was an arsehole, but he knew how to shag. Harry had wanted it rough and raw spiced with anger, not sweet lovemaking, and Malfoy was delivering. Each thrust was driving Harry closer and closer to orgasm.
When it crashed over him and through him, Harry arched up from the floor, grinding against Malfoy and pulsing between their bodies. Malfoy took longer to finish, and he seemed to relish plunging deep into Harry, over and over, while Harry could do nothing but lie there and take it. Malfoy retracted his fangs and raised his head. His smoldering eyes met Harry's, and he deliberately licked his lips. He slammed into Harry once more and groaned through his climax.
As soon as Malfoy was done ejaculating, Harry squirmed and pushed at him. Malfoy took the hint and pulled out, leaving Harry sated yet disgusted with himself. He rolled away and began searching for his clothing.
Malfoy stood up and groaned for a different reason. "My knees are killing me," he grumbled. "I'm getting too old to fuck on the floor."
"Yeah, well my back and my arse hurt," Harry snapped in response.
"It's your own fault, you know."
Harry's head whipped around. "Excuse me?!"
Malfoy tugged his trousers up and smirked. "The next time you want sex, just ask."
Sweet of You