Venue for Seduction
Title: Venue for Seduction
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron, Greg
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation, mild dub-con
Word count: 1185
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for ladysasuke, whose prompt was: H/D, new relationship, virgin!Draco, possessive!Harry tries to persuade him to take the "next step"; supportive Ron/Hermione
Summary: Harry is eager to seduce his boyfriend.
"You coming, mate?"
I hope so, thought Harry. Aloud, he said, "No, Ron. You and Hermione go on ahead. Draco and I plan to take advantage of the quiet while the rest of you are in Hogsmeade."
Ron grinned and said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Harry laughed and waved him out then legged it up the steps to the Eighth year boys' dormitory. He halted at sight of his boyfriend standing much too close to Goyle. Harry cleared his throat.
Draco turned and smiled at him. "Hello, Harry."
"What's going on?" Harry asked softly, stepping farther into the room.
"I'm helping Greg with his tie," Draco replied absently. "He's never been good at this."
Harry pushed his temper down and forced his shoulders to relax. Draco had never given him a reason to be jealous, and he didn't understand why he was prone to assuming the worst.
Draco stepped back, surveyed his handiwork, then nodded once in satisfaction. "Looking good, Greg," he said. "Go have fun with Millie."
Goyle frowned. "Aren't you going to Hogsmeade?"
"Harry and I are going to enjoy a quiet afternoon."
Greg chuckled and lumbered out the door, saying, "Don't do anything I wouldn't," as he left.
Harry glanced at Draco, noting the slight flush on his face. He found Draco's lack of experience utterly adorable. Purebloods frowned on pre-marital sex, but Harry knew it happened. For instance, he was aware that Ron and Hermione weren't waiting for marriage. Harry didn't want to wait, either. He'd been trying to gently coax Draco into compromising his morals, but so far, his boyfriend was holding out. Harry hoped to change that. Today.
Harry smiled and exited the room, knowing that Draco would follow. He knew being anywhere near their beds would make Draco nervous, which is why Harry was choosing the common room as his venue for seduction. By the time Draco came down the steps, Harry was standing at the window, watching as their friends filed out of the castle on their way to have fun in Hogsmeade.
The Eighth years no longer had House affiliations, and they'd been assigned a small common room with boys and girls dorms; therefore, no younger students would be around to throw a spammer into Harry's plans.
Harry smiled at Draco and said, "Have a seat on the sofa. I'm going to light a fire in the hearth."
Draco sat down and dragged a soft blanket over his lap. When Harry had a cheery fire going in the grate, Draco moved over and raised the edge of the blanket. Harry joined him, allowing a deep, cleansing sigh to escape.
"This is nice," Draco murmured, laying his head on Harry's shoulder.
Harry hummed in agreement and sifted his fingers through Draco's silky hair. He wanted to pounce and ravish, but he knew he'd have to take things slowly. Take Draco slowly.
"Hermione popped some corn," said Harry. "Would you like some?" When Draco nodded, Harry summoned the bowl of still-warm, buttery popcorn and set it on his lap. They snacked on popcorn and talked quietly, discussing everything from classes to their Housemates to the gifts they'd received during the hols.
When the bowl was empty, Harry moved it to the side table and wrapped an arm around Draco's waist, tugging him closer. With his free hand, he tilted Draco's chin and kissed him lightly on the lips. He kept things fairly chaste, just kissing and stroking Draco's face, neck, and hair. Draco responded beautifully, kissing Harry back and winding his arms around Harry's neck.
Eventually, Harry grew bolder. His fingers trailed from Draco's throat to his chest, where he flattened his palm and caressed Draco through his jumper. Draco moaned when Harry's hand skated over his nipple, but Harry didn't linger there. He had no intention of scaring his boyfriend off. His hand slid upward again, now rubbing Draco's arm and shoulder.
Harry continued in that fashion, interspersing somewhat naughty touches with those of a less sexual nature. Draco didn't protest; rather, he panted and squirmed closer. Harry was encouraged by the response. He only hoped he could hold out until the main event. His cock was already throbbing in his pants, eager for the relief he knew could be found in Draco's hot, tight, virgin hole.
Harry began pressing Draco back. Draco went along with it, until he found himself lying on the sofa with Harry draped over him. He broke the kiss and dragged in a breath.
"Harry," he gasped, trying to wriggle away. "I can't. We can't."
"Hush," soothed Harry, kissing Draco's jaw and neck. "We have all our clothes on."
It was the right thing to say. Draco relaxed and drew Harry's head up to resume their snogging session. Harry was careful to keep his weight, and most importantly, the evidence of his arousal, away from Draco. Soon, however, he could no longer resist. He settled himself atop his boyfriend, nudging between Draco's legs.
Draco tensed. "Harry," he panted. "We...mmf..."
Harry silenced him with another kiss. Gradually, Draco's tension eased. His lips parted to admit Harry's tongue, and he lifted his hips a fraction. It was enough to let Harry know that his boyfriend was equally aroused.
Yes! Soon, Harry would make Draco his. He pressed their groins together more firmly, rocking between Draco's legs.
Harry pushed Draco's jumper up with both hands, then lowered his head and licked a pert, peaked nipple.
"Harry!" Draco squeaked, planting his hands on Harry's shoulders in a half-hearted attempt to push him away.
"Shh," breathed Harry. "Let me give you pleasure." He turned his attention to Draco's other nipple, closing his lips over the small nub and applying suction.
Draco's hips jerked up, and he mewled. A rumbling growl of approval and escalating passion emerged from Harry's throat. He couldn't keep his lower body still. He frotted between Draco's legs, fantasizing about how good it would be when there was no clothing in the way, and his cock was inside of Draco, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting...
"Harry!" shrilled Draco, hips juddering against Harry's.
Harry climaxed with a groan. It was a sound of pleasure, frustration, and dismay. His movements stilled, and he sighed.
Draco squirmed and shoved at him, managing to wiggle out from under Harry. He yanked his jumper down, crossed his arms, and glared.
"That was uncalled for," he snapped.
"You enjoyed it," Harry muttered lamely. He sat up and raked a hand through his hair.
"That's not the point," said Draco. He kicked at the blanket to free himself, landing a solid blow to Harry's thigh in the process. Once free of entanglement, Draco scrambled off of the sofa and flounced up the steps.
Harry winced when the door to the dormitory slammed shut. "Bloody hell," he mumbled. He stood up, lips drawing down in a disgusted frown at the damp sensation in his pants. Now he'd have an even harder time of getting Draco prone again. He wasn't going to quit trying, though. Harry loved a challenge, and he was coming to love Draco, too. This was going to be fun.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron, Greg
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation, mild dub-con
Word count: 1185
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for ladysasuke, whose prompt was: H/D, new relationship, virgin!Draco, possessive!Harry tries to persuade him to take the "next step"; supportive Ron/Hermione
Summary: Harry is eager to seduce his boyfriend.
"You coming, mate?"
I hope so, thought Harry. Aloud, he said, "No, Ron. You and Hermione go on ahead. Draco and I plan to take advantage of the quiet while the rest of you are in Hogsmeade."
Ron grinned and said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Harry laughed and waved him out then legged it up the steps to the Eighth year boys' dormitory. He halted at sight of his boyfriend standing much too close to Goyle. Harry cleared his throat.
Draco turned and smiled at him. "Hello, Harry."
"What's going on?" Harry asked softly, stepping farther into the room.
"I'm helping Greg with his tie," Draco replied absently. "He's never been good at this."
Harry pushed his temper down and forced his shoulders to relax. Draco had never given him a reason to be jealous, and he didn't understand why he was prone to assuming the worst.
Draco stepped back, surveyed his handiwork, then nodded once in satisfaction. "Looking good, Greg," he said. "Go have fun with Millie."
Goyle frowned. "Aren't you going to Hogsmeade?"
"Harry and I are going to enjoy a quiet afternoon."
Greg chuckled and lumbered out the door, saying, "Don't do anything I wouldn't," as he left.
Harry glanced at Draco, noting the slight flush on his face. He found Draco's lack of experience utterly adorable. Purebloods frowned on pre-marital sex, but Harry knew it happened. For instance, he was aware that Ron and Hermione weren't waiting for marriage. Harry didn't want to wait, either. He'd been trying to gently coax Draco into compromising his morals, but so far, his boyfriend was holding out. Harry hoped to change that. Today.
Harry smiled and exited the room, knowing that Draco would follow. He knew being anywhere near their beds would make Draco nervous, which is why Harry was choosing the common room as his venue for seduction. By the time Draco came down the steps, Harry was standing at the window, watching as their friends filed out of the castle on their way to have fun in Hogsmeade.
The Eighth years no longer had House affiliations, and they'd been assigned a small common room with boys and girls dorms; therefore, no younger students would be around to throw a spammer into Harry's plans.
Harry smiled at Draco and said, "Have a seat on the sofa. I'm going to light a fire in the hearth."
Draco sat down and dragged a soft blanket over his lap. When Harry had a cheery fire going in the grate, Draco moved over and raised the edge of the blanket. Harry joined him, allowing a deep, cleansing sigh to escape.
"This is nice," Draco murmured, laying his head on Harry's shoulder.
Harry hummed in agreement and sifted his fingers through Draco's silky hair. He wanted to pounce and ravish, but he knew he'd have to take things slowly. Take Draco slowly.
"Hermione popped some corn," said Harry. "Would you like some?" When Draco nodded, Harry summoned the bowl of still-warm, buttery popcorn and set it on his lap. They snacked on popcorn and talked quietly, discussing everything from classes to their Housemates to the gifts they'd received during the hols.
When the bowl was empty, Harry moved it to the side table and wrapped an arm around Draco's waist, tugging him closer. With his free hand, he tilted Draco's chin and kissed him lightly on the lips. He kept things fairly chaste, just kissing and stroking Draco's face, neck, and hair. Draco responded beautifully, kissing Harry back and winding his arms around Harry's neck.
Eventually, Harry grew bolder. His fingers trailed from Draco's throat to his chest, where he flattened his palm and caressed Draco through his jumper. Draco moaned when Harry's hand skated over his nipple, but Harry didn't linger there. He had no intention of scaring his boyfriend off. His hand slid upward again, now rubbing Draco's arm and shoulder.
Harry continued in that fashion, interspersing somewhat naughty touches with those of a less sexual nature. Draco didn't protest; rather, he panted and squirmed closer. Harry was encouraged by the response. He only hoped he could hold out until the main event. His cock was already throbbing in his pants, eager for the relief he knew could be found in Draco's hot, tight, virgin hole.
Harry began pressing Draco back. Draco went along with it, until he found himself lying on the sofa with Harry draped over him. He broke the kiss and dragged in a breath.
"Harry," he gasped, trying to wriggle away. "I can't. We can't."
"Hush," soothed Harry, kissing Draco's jaw and neck. "We have all our clothes on."
It was the right thing to say. Draco relaxed and drew Harry's head up to resume their snogging session. Harry was careful to keep his weight, and most importantly, the evidence of his arousal, away from Draco. Soon, however, he could no longer resist. He settled himself atop his boyfriend, nudging between Draco's legs.
Draco tensed. "Harry," he panted. "We...mmf..."
Harry silenced him with another kiss. Gradually, Draco's tension eased. His lips parted to admit Harry's tongue, and he lifted his hips a fraction. It was enough to let Harry know that his boyfriend was equally aroused.
Yes! Soon, Harry would make Draco his. He pressed their groins together more firmly, rocking between Draco's legs.
Harry pushed Draco's jumper up with both hands, then lowered his head and licked a pert, peaked nipple.
"Harry!" Draco squeaked, planting his hands on Harry's shoulders in a half-hearted attempt to push him away.
"Shh," breathed Harry. "Let me give you pleasure." He turned his attention to Draco's other nipple, closing his lips over the small nub and applying suction.
Draco's hips jerked up, and he mewled. A rumbling growl of approval and escalating passion emerged from Harry's throat. He couldn't keep his lower body still. He frotted between Draco's legs, fantasizing about how good it would be when there was no clothing in the way, and his cock was inside of Draco, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting...
"Harry!" shrilled Draco, hips juddering against Harry's.
Harry climaxed with a groan. It was a sound of pleasure, frustration, and dismay. His movements stilled, and he sighed.
Draco squirmed and shoved at him, managing to wiggle out from under Harry. He yanked his jumper down, crossed his arms, and glared.
"That was uncalled for," he snapped.
"You enjoyed it," Harry muttered lamely. He sat up and raked a hand through his hair.
"That's not the point," said Draco. He kicked at the blanket to free himself, landing a solid blow to Harry's thigh in the process. Once free of entanglement, Draco scrambled off of the sofa and flounced up the steps.
Harry winced when the door to the dormitory slammed shut. "Bloody hell," he mumbled. He stood up, lips drawing down in a disgusted frown at the damp sensation in his pants. Now he'd have an even harder time of getting Draco prone again. He wasn't going to quit trying, though. Harry loved a challenge, and he was coming to love Draco, too. This was going to be fun.