Earthy 4
Title: Earthy 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual content
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 159 - Wet (with sweat) brunette
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 299 - tawdry, lean
Summary: Draco's reservations go awry.
Draco was getting anxious. He and Harry had dinner reservations, but his husband had yet to return from mucking about in the gardens. There was nothing to do but storm the gardens and fetch Harry before they were late for dinner. Draco stuck his nose in the air and adjusted his trousers.
He found Harry pulling weeds from the azaleas. Harry was shirtless, and his naked back glistened with sweat. Draco swallowed heavily and tried to muster a sneer. It took him two attempts.
"Harry! Come in at once. We are going to be late for dinner."
Harry stood up and turned around. His dark hair was also wet with sweat, and an intriguing rivulet trickled down the center of his lean chest.
Draco gulped again, and Harry smirked at him. "Are you hungry for dinner, love?" he asked. "Or, is it an earthy appetite you've come to sate?"
Draco dragged his eyes up to his husband's face. "Huh? Er, that is, you need to...to come...inside, that is, and...get ready."
"I'm always ready for you, love," Harry purred, approaching Draco in a sexy, stalking manner.
Draco's knees wobbled, but he held his ground. "Harry, I've no time for your nonsense...eep!" Draco squeaked as Harry tackled him to the ground. "Bloody hell...oh, right there," he ended on a sigh when Harry began nibbling his neck. Draco did love nibbles, which reminded him...
"Dinner," he managed.
"Shush," scolded Harry. "I'll see to your needs."
And that was how Draco Malfoy, pureblood snob, ended up half naked in the garden with his sweaty husband, rutting together like animals. It was tawdry and filthy, and Draco reveled in every hot, hard thrust. He arched up to meet Harry halfway, his soft cries of pleasure mingling with Harry's lusty grunts, as their bodies came together in a torrent of passion.
When Harry wrapped a damp hand around Draco's cock, Draco came undone. He stiffened and clamped down, legs flailing as he climaxed. Harry followed mere seconds later, groaning and pulsing inside of Draco.
They lay in a tangle, panting for breath. Eventually, Draco pushed Harry away and glared. "Have you no shame?"
"None," said Harry. "And, you have no reservations."
Earthy 5
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual content
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 159 - Wet (with sweat) brunette
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 299 - tawdry, lean
Summary: Draco's reservations go awry.
Draco was getting anxious. He and Harry had dinner reservations, but his husband had yet to return from mucking about in the gardens. There was nothing to do but storm the gardens and fetch Harry before they were late for dinner. Draco stuck his nose in the air and adjusted his trousers.
He found Harry pulling weeds from the azaleas. Harry was shirtless, and his naked back glistened with sweat. Draco swallowed heavily and tried to muster a sneer. It took him two attempts.
"Harry! Come in at once. We are going to be late for dinner."
Harry stood up and turned around. His dark hair was also wet with sweat, and an intriguing rivulet trickled down the center of his lean chest.
Draco gulped again, and Harry smirked at him. "Are you hungry for dinner, love?" he asked. "Or, is it an earthy appetite you've come to sate?"
Draco dragged his eyes up to his husband's face. "Huh? Er, that is, you need to...to come...inside, that is, and...get ready."
"I'm always ready for you, love," Harry purred, approaching Draco in a sexy, stalking manner.
Draco's knees wobbled, but he held his ground. "Harry, I've no time for your nonsense...eep!" Draco squeaked as Harry tackled him to the ground. "Bloody hell...oh, right there," he ended on a sigh when Harry began nibbling his neck. Draco did love nibbles, which reminded him...
"Dinner," he managed.
"Shush," scolded Harry. "I'll see to your needs."
And that was how Draco Malfoy, pureblood snob, ended up half naked in the garden with his sweaty husband, rutting together like animals. It was tawdry and filthy, and Draco reveled in every hot, hard thrust. He arched up to meet Harry halfway, his soft cries of pleasure mingling with Harry's lusty grunts, as their bodies came together in a torrent of passion.
When Harry wrapped a damp hand around Draco's cock, Draco came undone. He stiffened and clamped down, legs flailing as he climaxed. Harry followed mere seconds later, groaning and pulsing inside of Draco.
They lay in a tangle, panting for breath. Eventually, Draco pushed Harry away and glared. "Have you no shame?"
"None," said Harry. "And, you have no reservations."
Earthy 5