Amorous Abandon
Title: Amorous Abandon
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1186
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 lijahlover, who requested more of Club Coquette
Summary: Good sex leads to deep thoughts.
The pop of displaced air awoke Draco from a deep sleep. He cracked an eye open to see one of the house-elves standing next to his bed and nervously tugging one of her ears.
"Wha' izzit?" Draco slurred, annoyed to have been woken, especially since it was nearly dawn by the time he arrived home from Club Coquette.
"Lady Malfoy would like you to be taking tea with her, Master Malfoy, sir," the elf replied. She was now tugging on both of her ears, and Draco took pity on her.
"Alright," he groaned. "I'll be down as soon as possible."
The elf beamed and exited with another faint pop.
Draco would have loved to simply roll over and go back to sleep, but Her Highness had spoken. With another groan, he clambered out of bed and stumbled to his en suite.
~*~
"You were out late again."
Draco risked a glance at his mother, tensing when he saw the disapproving glare she was directing his way. Since she hadn't asked a question, he remained silent.
"Are you seeing someone, Draco?"
"Yes," he admitted.
Narcissa set her tea cup down. "I presume it's not Todd?"
"No."
"I see," she said. "When do you plan to introduce me to your new beau?"
When I find out who he is...maybe, Draco thought to himself. Aloud, he replied, "We're far from wedding bells, mum."
"Since you seem to be spending so much time in this man's company, I feel I deserve to meet him. Is it someone I know?"
"I don't think so."
Narcissa's nostrils flared. "We will be discussing this again, Draco."
~*~
It was late...later than usual, when Draco stepped into the foyer of Club Coquette. To mollify his mother, he'd had dinner with her then lingered to converse about whatever inane topics had caught her current fancy. Draco waited until well past the time his mum had retired to bed before dressing for the club and stepping into his Floo. Now, as he made his way through the throng, he hoped that Zee hadn't given up on him. He dodged some grasping hands and exited into the club's gardens.
There was no sign of Zee.
Draco's shoulders slumped with disappointment. At loose ends, he vacillated over what to do. He certainly didn't want to pull anyone else, but the thought of entering the club proper to drink and dance held no appeal, either. Maybe one of the live-action shows?
Draco suppressed a quiver of desire as he recalled performing in some of those shows with Zee.
As he considered his options, a woman in full costume approached. "Are you Cinderella?" she asked.
"Er, yes?"
The woman handed Draco a sealed envelope. "Cheers, love."
Bemused, Draco watched her walk away before he opened the envelope and extracted a single sheet of parchment.
Meet me in my suite. -Z
Draco grinned and set off on foot for the club's wing of suites.
~*~
Draco winced as his bare shoulders met the cold door. He turned his head away from Zee's hungry kisses and drew in a much needed breath. "Were you...mm...afraid I wasn't coming?"
"You always come for me, Cinderella."
It was an amusing quip, and Draco would have laughed, but Zee's lips at his throat were distracting him. He carded his fingers through Zee's hair, toying with the tie of his lover's mask.
Zee finally raised his head. "Shall I fuck you up against this door?"
Draco groaned and let his head fall back. He swallowed heavily and replied, "I'd prefer your bed, or the sofa, at least."
"Sofa," said Zee. "I've waited long enough to be inside of you."
Draco nodded wordlessly and let Zee take his hand and lead him into the suite. They dropped onto the sofa, shifting around until Draco was supine and Zee was draped over him. Draco squirmed until he was able to sling one of his legs over the back of the sofa. The other foot, he dropped to the floor. Now that he had some leverage, Draco used it to push up, rubbing himself against Zee's groin.
Zee groaned and joined in, frotting between Draco's legs until they were both panting. He rose to his knees with obvious reluctance, drawing a huff of protest from Draco.
"Shush," scolded Zee as he undid his belt. "I don't want to come in my pants like an over eager boy."
Draco chuckled and rucked his skirt up, reaching between his legs to remove the plug he'd inserted earlier.
"Don't you dare," growled Zee. "Removing that is my privilege."
"Then hurry," said Draco, giving his cock a squeeze.
Zee finally succeeded in getting his zip down. He reached into his trousers and drew forth his cock. It jutted up, flushed and leaking at the tip.
Draco licked his lips and raised his hips.
Zee reached down and fingered the handle of the plug. He twisted it side to side, drawing a whine from Draco's throat. Zee pulled the plug free and dropped it onto the floor. He lowered himself, guiding his cock into position. He pushed forward, sliding into Draco's lubed hole, moaning in delight as he did so.
Draco raised his foot from the floor and hooked his leg behind Zee's thighs. "More," he commanded.
"I'm just getting started, you insatiable minx," said Zee. He pulled back slightly and thrust in deeper. He didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. Zee hummed and nibbled on Draco's ear.
Draco wriggled with impatience. "Move," he begged, grabbing Zee's arse with both hands to urge him on.
Zee was too aroused to deny Draco any longer. He drew back and thrust in, slowly at first, but within a few strokes, he was pounding into Draco with amorous abandon. The sofa creaked beneath them, the sound nearly drowned out by the grunts and groans of its occupants.
Draco's body coiled tighter and tighter as the pleasure and pressure built. Each time Zee's thick, hot cock drove in deep, Draco huffed out a breath. He reveled in Zee's sexual prowess, twisting his hips and arching to meet each thrust. It was hot and rough and somewhat awkward, and just what Draco wanted and needed. All of this delicious friction was speeding Draco closer and closer to the peak of rapture. One more forceful thrust from Zee was all it took to send Draco careening over the edge. His fingers clenched in the back of Zee's shirt, wrinkling the fine material as his body convulsed in ecstasy.
Zee made a low sound of approval as he fucked Draco through it. His hips pumped harder and faster until he drove in a final time, threw his head back, and groaned loudly in the throes of his own release.
All was silent and still, save for their ragged breathing.
Draco released his grip on Zee's shirt and smoothed the material. His hands wandered upward, once more sifting through Zee's hair. Draco felt the tie of his lover's mask beneath his fingers again, and he paused. Zee had indicated more than once that he was ready to reveal himself. Maybe it was time.
Anonymous Affair
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1186
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 lijahlover, who requested more of Club Coquette
Summary: Good sex leads to deep thoughts.
The pop of displaced air awoke Draco from a deep sleep. He cracked an eye open to see one of the house-elves standing next to his bed and nervously tugging one of her ears.
"Wha' izzit?" Draco slurred, annoyed to have been woken, especially since it was nearly dawn by the time he arrived home from Club Coquette.
"Lady Malfoy would like you to be taking tea with her, Master Malfoy, sir," the elf replied. She was now tugging on both of her ears, and Draco took pity on her.
"Alright," he groaned. "I'll be down as soon as possible."
The elf beamed and exited with another faint pop.
Draco would have loved to simply roll over and go back to sleep, but Her Highness had spoken. With another groan, he clambered out of bed and stumbled to his en suite.
~*~
"You were out late again."
Draco risked a glance at his mother, tensing when he saw the disapproving glare she was directing his way. Since she hadn't asked a question, he remained silent.
"Are you seeing someone, Draco?"
"Yes," he admitted.
Narcissa set her tea cup down. "I presume it's not Todd?"
"No."
"I see," she said. "When do you plan to introduce me to your new beau?"
When I find out who he is...maybe, Draco thought to himself. Aloud, he replied, "We're far from wedding bells, mum."
"Since you seem to be spending so much time in this man's company, I feel I deserve to meet him. Is it someone I know?"
"I don't think so."
Narcissa's nostrils flared. "We will be discussing this again, Draco."
~*~
It was late...later than usual, when Draco stepped into the foyer of Club Coquette. To mollify his mother, he'd had dinner with her then lingered to converse about whatever inane topics had caught her current fancy. Draco waited until well past the time his mum had retired to bed before dressing for the club and stepping into his Floo. Now, as he made his way through the throng, he hoped that Zee hadn't given up on him. He dodged some grasping hands and exited into the club's gardens.
There was no sign of Zee.
Draco's shoulders slumped with disappointment. At loose ends, he vacillated over what to do. He certainly didn't want to pull anyone else, but the thought of entering the club proper to drink and dance held no appeal, either. Maybe one of the live-action shows?
Draco suppressed a quiver of desire as he recalled performing in some of those shows with Zee.
As he considered his options, a woman in full costume approached. "Are you Cinderella?" she asked.
"Er, yes?"
The woman handed Draco a sealed envelope. "Cheers, love."
Bemused, Draco watched her walk away before he opened the envelope and extracted a single sheet of parchment.
Meet me in my suite. -Z
Draco grinned and set off on foot for the club's wing of suites.
~*~
Draco winced as his bare shoulders met the cold door. He turned his head away from Zee's hungry kisses and drew in a much needed breath. "Were you...mm...afraid I wasn't coming?"
"You always come for me, Cinderella."
It was an amusing quip, and Draco would have laughed, but Zee's lips at his throat were distracting him. He carded his fingers through Zee's hair, toying with the tie of his lover's mask.
Zee finally raised his head. "Shall I fuck you up against this door?"
Draco groaned and let his head fall back. He swallowed heavily and replied, "I'd prefer your bed, or the sofa, at least."
"Sofa," said Zee. "I've waited long enough to be inside of you."
Draco nodded wordlessly and let Zee take his hand and lead him into the suite. They dropped onto the sofa, shifting around until Draco was supine and Zee was draped over him. Draco squirmed until he was able to sling one of his legs over the back of the sofa. The other foot, he dropped to the floor. Now that he had some leverage, Draco used it to push up, rubbing himself against Zee's groin.
Zee groaned and joined in, frotting between Draco's legs until they were both panting. He rose to his knees with obvious reluctance, drawing a huff of protest from Draco.
"Shush," scolded Zee as he undid his belt. "I don't want to come in my pants like an over eager boy."
Draco chuckled and rucked his skirt up, reaching between his legs to remove the plug he'd inserted earlier.
"Don't you dare," growled Zee. "Removing that is my privilege."
"Then hurry," said Draco, giving his cock a squeeze.
Zee finally succeeded in getting his zip down. He reached into his trousers and drew forth his cock. It jutted up, flushed and leaking at the tip.
Draco licked his lips and raised his hips.
Zee reached down and fingered the handle of the plug. He twisted it side to side, drawing a whine from Draco's throat. Zee pulled the plug free and dropped it onto the floor. He lowered himself, guiding his cock into position. He pushed forward, sliding into Draco's lubed hole, moaning in delight as he did so.
Draco raised his foot from the floor and hooked his leg behind Zee's thighs. "More," he commanded.
"I'm just getting started, you insatiable minx," said Zee. He pulled back slightly and thrust in deeper. He didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. Zee hummed and nibbled on Draco's ear.
Draco wriggled with impatience. "Move," he begged, grabbing Zee's arse with both hands to urge him on.
Zee was too aroused to deny Draco any longer. He drew back and thrust in, slowly at first, but within a few strokes, he was pounding into Draco with amorous abandon. The sofa creaked beneath them, the sound nearly drowned out by the grunts and groans of its occupants.
Draco's body coiled tighter and tighter as the pleasure and pressure built. Each time Zee's thick, hot cock drove in deep, Draco huffed out a breath. He reveled in Zee's sexual prowess, twisting his hips and arching to meet each thrust. It was hot and rough and somewhat awkward, and just what Draco wanted and needed. All of this delicious friction was speeding Draco closer and closer to the peak of rapture. One more forceful thrust from Zee was all it took to send Draco careening over the edge. His fingers clenched in the back of Zee's shirt, wrinkling the fine material as his body convulsed in ecstasy.
Zee made a low sound of approval as he fucked Draco through it. His hips pumped harder and faster until he drove in a final time, threw his head back, and groaned loudly in the throes of his own release.
All was silent and still, save for their ragged breathing.
Draco released his grip on Zee's shirt and smoothed the material. His hands wandered upward, once more sifting through Zee's hair. Draco felt the tie of his lover's mask beneath his fingers again, and he paused. Zee had indicated more than once that he was ready to reveal himself. Maybe it was time.
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