Cuffed 7
Title: Cuffed 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (Highlight to view) *Bondage, object penetration, dub-con, language*
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 gracerene, who asked for more of Cuffed
Summary: Harry is done with Malfoy.
Harry's chest heaved with each harsh breath he drew. Malfoy, that bloody fucking wanker, had tied him up, inserted a vibe up his arse, then left him alone in the bedroom. Harry couldn't even frot against the bed to get some friction on his cock.
After an interminable amount of time and torture, Malfoy returned to the bedroom. He halted behind Harry and remained still and silent. Harry's body tensed even further. Did Malfoy plan to mete out corporal punishment again? His arse still felt hot from the belt that Malfoy had used on him earlier.
"Look at you, Potter," murmured Malfoy. "So desperate and needy. Would you like to come?"
Harry licked his dry lips. "Yes," he rasped.
"Yes, what?" prompted Malfoy.
"Yes, I would like to come," Harry bit out between clenched teeth.
"That's splendid, but not the response I require," said Malfoy. "Let's try again, shall we? Would you like to come?"
Harry wanted to tell him to sod off, but he was truly desperate. Desperate enough to play Malfoy's stupid games. "Yes, sir," he muttered. "I would like to come."
"That's better," said Malfoy. "However, I am not convinced I should reward you."
A small whine escaped Harry, and he twisted in his restraints. "Please, please," he panted. "Please, sir, I need to come."
"Hm, very well, Potter. I reckon you could come if I fucked you. Would you like that?"
"Yes. Sir." Later, Harry would wallow in recrimination and self-loathing. At this moment, however, there was only the clawing need for release. He almost sobbed with relief when he heard Malfoy unbuckle his belt and lower his zip.
The end of the bed dipped beneath Malfoy's weight, and Harry felt him move up close behind him. Malfoy fingered the end of the plug, which protruded from Harry's arse, and twisted it gently. "Have you enjoyed playing with your toy?"
Harry bucked his hips and gasped, "Yes, sir."
"You're lying, but I will let it pass. This time," said Malfoy. He pulled the vibrating plug out slowly, then twisted it and pushed it back in.
"Ungh!" Harry grunted, hips writhing in reaction.
Malfoy extracted the plug entirely, leaving Harry feeling empty and frustrated. "Do you need more lube?" Malfoy asked.
"No!" Harry blurted, before he rapidly added, "Sir. No, sir."
"You want me to just ram my big, thick cock inside of you and fuck you?"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, hating the pleading tone in his own voice.
"Ask me nicely."
Harry hated Malfoy at that moment, but needs must. "Please. Fuck me."
"With what?"
Oh Godric, he was really going to have to say it. "Please fuck me with your big, thick cock. Sir."
"Very good, Potter. That wasn't so difficult, was it?" Malfoy rambled on as he nudged Harry's thighs apart with one trouser-clad knee. He palmed Harry's arse cheeks, which were still tender from the spanking Malfoy had doled out earlier. Malfoy spread Harry open and lined his cock up. He shoved it in, just as he'd threatened to do, causing Harry to yelp in pained surprise.
Malfoy drove in deeper, uncaring of the discomfort he was causing. Harry squirmed at the stinging sensation, unsure if he wanted to pull away or push back for more. The grip on his hips made the decision moot, as Malfoy held him in place to take whatever he planned to give. Once he bottomed out, he kneaded Harry's arse, alternating spreading him apart and squeezing Harry's buttocks together.
"Look at you, Potter. I enjoy seeing your little hole stretched wide around my cock. Do you enjoy it, too?"
"Yes, sir," Harry gasped.
"Yes, what?"
Harry clenched his hands into fists, wishing he could close them around Malfoy's throat. "Yes, I enjoy...being stretched around your c-cock. Sir."
"That's good, because I enjoy splitting you open with it," said Malfoy. He drew back and plunged in again, causing Harry to huff out a grunt. It seemed the time for talking was over; Malfoy saved his breath for fucking. He went about it with single-minded intensity, slamming into Harry over and over.
Harry's mouth fell open to allow his harsh, panting breaths to escape. The sex was rough and verging on painful, but it was what he wanted...what he'd needed. There was nothing gentle or caring about this act. It was simple fucking in its most raw form. Malfoy's cock dragged back and forth over Harry's prostate, driving him closer and closer to the brink of the orgasm he so craved. If he could only get some stimulation on his own cock.
"Touch me, Malfoy," Harry whined. He bleated in pain when Malfoy delivered a hard slap to his arse instead.
"You'll come like this or not at all," growled Malfoy. He tightened his grip on Harry's hips, surely leaving bruises, and continued banging away.
Harry heaved and bucked, arching and twisting each time Malfoy's cock pounded into him. His own prick throbbed with urgency, while fluid leaked steadily from the tip. The thought of being left in the lurch fueled his frantic movements. Harry's muscles tightened and quivered, while tension radiated from the small of his back outward. He was close...so close.
Malfoy drove in hard, and Harry's climax hit in a rush of white hot pleasure. His spine dipped and his head was thrown back as he shouted himself hoarse. Ribbons of come shot from Harry's cock, sullying the bedding beneath him.
Behind him, Malfoy grunted as he achieved release. His prick pulsed inside of Harry as he groaned. Harry wilted forward. His muscles trembled too much for him to to do anything but collapse face down on the pillows. Malfoy pulled out, leaving Harry wet and ashamed of his wanton behavior. He tugged at the cuffs around his wrists.
"Take these off," Harry managed in a hoarse whisper. He heard Malfoy zipping up.
"Take these off...what?"
Harry had had enough. "Take them off or I'll fucking kill you, you cunt!"
Malfoy had the gall to laugh. "Not so biddable now that you've gotten your rocks off, yeah?" he mused. "I'll have to remember that in the future." As he spoke, the cuffs dropped away.
Harry rolled over in time to see Malfoy tuck his wand up his sleeve. He frowned and rubbed his wrists, grimacing at the sensation of fluid dribbling from his abused hole. "There is no future," Harry snarled. "I'm through playing your games."
Harry got off the bed, wincing as his muscles protested the movement. He gathered his clothing and began to dress in angry silence.
"Keep telling yourself that, Potter," said Malfoy. "However, you know that no one else can give you what I can. You'll be back." He left without another word, leaving Harry to fume in isolation. Once he was fully dressed, Harry drew his wand and prepared to Apparate.
Malfoy could talk all he wanted; Harry wasn't going to subject himself to any more mistreatment. No matter how good it felt.
Cuffed 8
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (Highlight to view) *Bondage, object penetration, dub-con, language*
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 gracerene, who asked for more of Cuffed
Summary: Harry is done with Malfoy.
Harry's chest heaved with each harsh breath he drew. Malfoy, that bloody fucking wanker, had tied him up, inserted a vibe up his arse, then left him alone in the bedroom. Harry couldn't even frot against the bed to get some friction on his cock.
After an interminable amount of time and torture, Malfoy returned to the bedroom. He halted behind Harry and remained still and silent. Harry's body tensed even further. Did Malfoy plan to mete out corporal punishment again? His arse still felt hot from the belt that Malfoy had used on him earlier.
"Look at you, Potter," murmured Malfoy. "So desperate and needy. Would you like to come?"
Harry licked his dry lips. "Yes," he rasped.
"Yes, what?" prompted Malfoy.
"Yes, I would like to come," Harry bit out between clenched teeth.
"That's splendid, but not the response I require," said Malfoy. "Let's try again, shall we? Would you like to come?"
Harry wanted to tell him to sod off, but he was truly desperate. Desperate enough to play Malfoy's stupid games. "Yes, sir," he muttered. "I would like to come."
"That's better," said Malfoy. "However, I am not convinced I should reward you."
A small whine escaped Harry, and he twisted in his restraints. "Please, please," he panted. "Please, sir, I need to come."
"Hm, very well, Potter. I reckon you could come if I fucked you. Would you like that?"
"Yes. Sir." Later, Harry would wallow in recrimination and self-loathing. At this moment, however, there was only the clawing need for release. He almost sobbed with relief when he heard Malfoy unbuckle his belt and lower his zip.
The end of the bed dipped beneath Malfoy's weight, and Harry felt him move up close behind him. Malfoy fingered the end of the plug, which protruded from Harry's arse, and twisted it gently. "Have you enjoyed playing with your toy?"
Harry bucked his hips and gasped, "Yes, sir."
"You're lying, but I will let it pass. This time," said Malfoy. He pulled the vibrating plug out slowly, then twisted it and pushed it back in.
"Ungh!" Harry grunted, hips writhing in reaction.
Malfoy extracted the plug entirely, leaving Harry feeling empty and frustrated. "Do you need more lube?" Malfoy asked.
"No!" Harry blurted, before he rapidly added, "Sir. No, sir."
"You want me to just ram my big, thick cock inside of you and fuck you?"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, hating the pleading tone in his own voice.
"Ask me nicely."
Harry hated Malfoy at that moment, but needs must. "Please. Fuck me."
"With what?"
Oh Godric, he was really going to have to say it. "Please fuck me with your big, thick cock. Sir."
"Very good, Potter. That wasn't so difficult, was it?" Malfoy rambled on as he nudged Harry's thighs apart with one trouser-clad knee. He palmed Harry's arse cheeks, which were still tender from the spanking Malfoy had doled out earlier. Malfoy spread Harry open and lined his cock up. He shoved it in, just as he'd threatened to do, causing Harry to yelp in pained surprise.
Malfoy drove in deeper, uncaring of the discomfort he was causing. Harry squirmed at the stinging sensation, unsure if he wanted to pull away or push back for more. The grip on his hips made the decision moot, as Malfoy held him in place to take whatever he planned to give. Once he bottomed out, he kneaded Harry's arse, alternating spreading him apart and squeezing Harry's buttocks together.
"Look at you, Potter. I enjoy seeing your little hole stretched wide around my cock. Do you enjoy it, too?"
"Yes, sir," Harry gasped.
"Yes, what?"
Harry clenched his hands into fists, wishing he could close them around Malfoy's throat. "Yes, I enjoy...being stretched around your c-cock. Sir."
"That's good, because I enjoy splitting you open with it," said Malfoy. He drew back and plunged in again, causing Harry to huff out a grunt. It seemed the time for talking was over; Malfoy saved his breath for fucking. He went about it with single-minded intensity, slamming into Harry over and over.
Harry's mouth fell open to allow his harsh, panting breaths to escape. The sex was rough and verging on painful, but it was what he wanted...what he'd needed. There was nothing gentle or caring about this act. It was simple fucking in its most raw form. Malfoy's cock dragged back and forth over Harry's prostate, driving him closer and closer to the brink of the orgasm he so craved. If he could only get some stimulation on his own cock.
"Touch me, Malfoy," Harry whined. He bleated in pain when Malfoy delivered a hard slap to his arse instead.
"You'll come like this or not at all," growled Malfoy. He tightened his grip on Harry's hips, surely leaving bruises, and continued banging away.
Harry heaved and bucked, arching and twisting each time Malfoy's cock pounded into him. His own prick throbbed with urgency, while fluid leaked steadily from the tip. The thought of being left in the lurch fueled his frantic movements. Harry's muscles tightened and quivered, while tension radiated from the small of his back outward. He was close...so close.
Malfoy drove in hard, and Harry's climax hit in a rush of white hot pleasure. His spine dipped and his head was thrown back as he shouted himself hoarse. Ribbons of come shot from Harry's cock, sullying the bedding beneath him.
Behind him, Malfoy grunted as he achieved release. His prick pulsed inside of Harry as he groaned. Harry wilted forward. His muscles trembled too much for him to to do anything but collapse face down on the pillows. Malfoy pulled out, leaving Harry wet and ashamed of his wanton behavior. He tugged at the cuffs around his wrists.
"Take these off," Harry managed in a hoarse whisper. He heard Malfoy zipping up.
"Take these off...what?"
Harry had had enough. "Take them off or I'll fucking kill you, you cunt!"
Malfoy had the gall to laugh. "Not so biddable now that you've gotten your rocks off, yeah?" he mused. "I'll have to remember that in the future." As he spoke, the cuffs dropped away.
Harry rolled over in time to see Malfoy tuck his wand up his sleeve. He frowned and rubbed his wrists, grimacing at the sensation of fluid dribbling from his abused hole. "There is no future," Harry snarled. "I'm through playing your games."
Harry got off the bed, wincing as his muscles protested the movement. He gathered his clothing and began to dress in angry silence.
"Keep telling yourself that, Potter," said Malfoy. "However, you know that no one else can give you what I can. You'll be back." He left without another word, leaving Harry to fume in isolation. Once he was fully dressed, Harry drew his wand and prepared to Apparate.
Malfoy could talk all he wanted; Harry wasn't going to subject himself to any more mistreatment. No matter how good it felt.
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