Visitations 8
Title: Visitations 8
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1055
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 piratesmile331, who requested more of Visitations, with the prompts sublime, impassioned, tight
Summary: Harry has need of his Consort.
Draco wasn't above stairs, and Harry surmised he was still having dinner with Clarise. He thought about joining them, but it wasn't food he was in the mood for. Harry elected to wait for Draco in the master suite, trusting that his Consort would attend to him as soon as possible.
Forty long minutes passed before Harry sensed Draco coming up the steps. He couldn't hear his Consort's footsteps; rather, he sensed Draco's approach in a manner that no human was capable of.
Draco opened the bedroom door and peered inside. "Oh, there you are," he said. "I saw that the green parlor was empty, and I take it Longbottom has left? Why did you not join us for dinner?"
"I am not hungry for food," Harry rumbled in reply. He stood up from the chaise and shrugged out of his suit jacket. When Draco stilled, eyes tracking his movements, Harry bared his fangs. "Remove your clothing," he ordered.
The command jolted Draco into action. He tugged at the knot on his tie, removed it, and slipped out of his dinner jacket.
Harry unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up before halting to watch his Consort disrobe. The sight of Draco's body never failed to spark a reaction from Harry. He couldn't wait to be ball's deep in Draco's tight hole. As if sensing the heat of Harry's regard, Draco deliberately took his time. Each button of his shirt was meticulously undone before he slowly dragged the shirttails out of his trousers.
Harry's cock and fangs ached in equal measure before Draco finally stepped out of his pants and added them to the pile of his cast-off clothing. He stood before Harry, tall and proud and obviously aroused. Harry could wait no longer.
"Turn around, hands on the bed and arse in the air," he growled.
Draco obeyed, but not before his lips quirked in a triumphant smile. He enjoyed being desired and wanted by his vampire lover. Draco crossed to the bed in two short steps, bent over with palms flat on the duvet, and arched his back. His posture served to jut his arse out in brazen invitation, and Harry was pleased to take him up on the offer. He approached slowly, coming to a halt within touching distance of his Consort. Harry stood there a moment, eyes on his prize. He smirked when he saw chill bumps rise on Draco's pale skin.
"Are you that eager to be split open by my cock?" he asked in a silky voice as he unbuckled his belt.
Draco visibly quivered. "Yes," he replied, giving his bum a little wiggle.
Harry responded by swatting Draco's naughty arse. "Hold still," he said. He finished adjusting his trousers to free his cock. Harry conjured lubricant in the palm of his right hand and smoothed it slowly up and down the length of his erection. "Are you ready for me, Draco?"
"Yes," Draco whispered.
Harry palmed Draco's left cheek and spread him open with his thumb. With his right hand, he positioned his cock and thrust forward. Draco yelped at the sudden intrusion, but that didn't prevent him from pushing back, demanding more. Harry pressed relentlessly inward until his groin was snug to his Consort's arse. Harry's nostrils flared, and his lips drew back to expose the tips of his fangs. He was savoring the sublime pleasure of being gripped by Draco's snug channel. The heat and pressure were intense and incredible. Nothing would ever stop him from possessing his Consort like this--not Amelia Balmoral, not Veronique, not even Neville Longbottom. Harry's lip curled in a sneer, and he deliberately pushed such thoughts from his mind. For now, there was this, and it was all that mattered.
Harry pulled back, gradually withdrawing his cock until nothing but the tip remained. Draco's rim tightened, clearly loath to relinquish his own claim. Harry grinned and slammed back in, forcing a strangled cry from his Consort's throat. Harry drew back and thrust in again, establishing a hard, fast rhythm. Draco moaned as he matched his movements to Harry's. Their bodies came together in a frenzy, their fucking loud and lusty.
Harry suspected Clarise could hear them, but that served only to inspire him. He reached under Draco and grasped his hardened prick, giving it a firm stroke from root to tip. An impassioned cry fell from Draco's lips, adding to the noise they were already making. Harry jacked his Consort almost roughly, determined to wring an orgasm from Draco before sating himself. It didn't take long before Draco was shouting out at the height of ecstasy and spilling over Harry's hand. He started to slump forward, but Harry seized Draco around the chest and yanked him upright. Harry sank his fangs into Draco's throat, wringing another whimper and tremor from him.
As rich, hot blood trickled into his mouth, Harry thrust in deeply a final time and pulsed inside of his Consort. They remained locked in their macabre tableau until Harry was thoroughly satisfied. He released Draco's throat, using his tongue to bathe the small punctures he'd made. Draco sighed and shivered, but he made no effort to move away. Gradually, Harry's cock grew soft and slipped out of Draco's hole. He stepped back and performed a cursory cleaning charm on them both before tucking himself in and zipping his trousers.
Draco didn't bother with clothing; he wilted onto the bed and stretched out with a luxurious sigh.
Harry quirked a brow at his Consort's supine form. "Planning to have a nap?"
"Mm, I was considering it," Draco slurred in response. He cracked an eye open and pushed his hair out of his face. "What did Longbottom want?"
Harry frowned. "He is investigating the death of Miss Balmoral."
Draco sat up, his expression alarmed. "What? Why?"
Harry shrugged and sat down in a ladder-back chair. "Her parents complained."
"But...I don't understand. You had her write a letter-"
"I gave Neville a copy of her letter," Harry interjected. "It proves that Miss Balmoral was fully aware of the danger and that she notified her family that she intended to go through with her decision regardless."
Draco scrubbed a hand over his face. "Will that be enough, do you reckon?"
"It will have to be," Harry replied. "I won't tolerate an in-depth investigation."
Visitations 9
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1055
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 piratesmile331, who requested more of Visitations, with the prompts sublime, impassioned, tight
Summary: Harry has need of his Consort.
Draco wasn't above stairs, and Harry surmised he was still having dinner with Clarise. He thought about joining them, but it wasn't food he was in the mood for. Harry elected to wait for Draco in the master suite, trusting that his Consort would attend to him as soon as possible.
Forty long minutes passed before Harry sensed Draco coming up the steps. He couldn't hear his Consort's footsteps; rather, he sensed Draco's approach in a manner that no human was capable of.
Draco opened the bedroom door and peered inside. "Oh, there you are," he said. "I saw that the green parlor was empty, and I take it Longbottom has left? Why did you not join us for dinner?"
"I am not hungry for food," Harry rumbled in reply. He stood up from the chaise and shrugged out of his suit jacket. When Draco stilled, eyes tracking his movements, Harry bared his fangs. "Remove your clothing," he ordered.
The command jolted Draco into action. He tugged at the knot on his tie, removed it, and slipped out of his dinner jacket.
Harry unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up before halting to watch his Consort disrobe. The sight of Draco's body never failed to spark a reaction from Harry. He couldn't wait to be ball's deep in Draco's tight hole. As if sensing the heat of Harry's regard, Draco deliberately took his time. Each button of his shirt was meticulously undone before he slowly dragged the shirttails out of his trousers.
Harry's cock and fangs ached in equal measure before Draco finally stepped out of his pants and added them to the pile of his cast-off clothing. He stood before Harry, tall and proud and obviously aroused. Harry could wait no longer.
"Turn around, hands on the bed and arse in the air," he growled.
Draco obeyed, but not before his lips quirked in a triumphant smile. He enjoyed being desired and wanted by his vampire lover. Draco crossed to the bed in two short steps, bent over with palms flat on the duvet, and arched his back. His posture served to jut his arse out in brazen invitation, and Harry was pleased to take him up on the offer. He approached slowly, coming to a halt within touching distance of his Consort. Harry stood there a moment, eyes on his prize. He smirked when he saw chill bumps rise on Draco's pale skin.
"Are you that eager to be split open by my cock?" he asked in a silky voice as he unbuckled his belt.
Draco visibly quivered. "Yes," he replied, giving his bum a little wiggle.
Harry responded by swatting Draco's naughty arse. "Hold still," he said. He finished adjusting his trousers to free his cock. Harry conjured lubricant in the palm of his right hand and smoothed it slowly up and down the length of his erection. "Are you ready for me, Draco?"
"Yes," Draco whispered.
Harry palmed Draco's left cheek and spread him open with his thumb. With his right hand, he positioned his cock and thrust forward. Draco yelped at the sudden intrusion, but that didn't prevent him from pushing back, demanding more. Harry pressed relentlessly inward until his groin was snug to his Consort's arse. Harry's nostrils flared, and his lips drew back to expose the tips of his fangs. He was savoring the sublime pleasure of being gripped by Draco's snug channel. The heat and pressure were intense and incredible. Nothing would ever stop him from possessing his Consort like this--not Amelia Balmoral, not Veronique, not even Neville Longbottom. Harry's lip curled in a sneer, and he deliberately pushed such thoughts from his mind. For now, there was this, and it was all that mattered.
Harry pulled back, gradually withdrawing his cock until nothing but the tip remained. Draco's rim tightened, clearly loath to relinquish his own claim. Harry grinned and slammed back in, forcing a strangled cry from his Consort's throat. Harry drew back and thrust in again, establishing a hard, fast rhythm. Draco moaned as he matched his movements to Harry's. Their bodies came together in a frenzy, their fucking loud and lusty.
Harry suspected Clarise could hear them, but that served only to inspire him. He reached under Draco and grasped his hardened prick, giving it a firm stroke from root to tip. An impassioned cry fell from Draco's lips, adding to the noise they were already making. Harry jacked his Consort almost roughly, determined to wring an orgasm from Draco before sating himself. It didn't take long before Draco was shouting out at the height of ecstasy and spilling over Harry's hand. He started to slump forward, but Harry seized Draco around the chest and yanked him upright. Harry sank his fangs into Draco's throat, wringing another whimper and tremor from him.
As rich, hot blood trickled into his mouth, Harry thrust in deeply a final time and pulsed inside of his Consort. They remained locked in their macabre tableau until Harry was thoroughly satisfied. He released Draco's throat, using his tongue to bathe the small punctures he'd made. Draco sighed and shivered, but he made no effort to move away. Gradually, Harry's cock grew soft and slipped out of Draco's hole. He stepped back and performed a cursory cleaning charm on them both before tucking himself in and zipping his trousers.
Draco didn't bother with clothing; he wilted onto the bed and stretched out with a luxurious sigh.
Harry quirked a brow at his Consort's supine form. "Planning to have a nap?"
"Mm, I was considering it," Draco slurred in response. He cracked an eye open and pushed his hair out of his face. "What did Longbottom want?"
Harry frowned. "He is investigating the death of Miss Balmoral."
Draco sat up, his expression alarmed. "What? Why?"
Harry shrugged and sat down in a ladder-back chair. "Her parents complained."
"But...I don't understand. You had her write a letter-"
"I gave Neville a copy of her letter," Harry interjected. "It proves that Miss Balmoral was fully aware of the danger and that she notified her family that she intended to go through with her decision regardless."
Draco scrubbed a hand over his face. "Will that be enough, do you reckon?"
"It will have to be," Harry replied. "I won't tolerate an in-depth investigation."
Visitations 9