Fluffy Halloween Fest: Longer Nights
Title: Longer Nights
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual suggestion
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:
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 359 - October, sky
♦ hd_fluff 2020 Fluffy Halloween Fest, using the stellar artwork that digthewriter contributed for our banner as a prompt.
Summary: Shorter days lead to longer nights.
Most people bemoaned the fact that the evening grew dark so early in October. Harry, however, looked forward to the shorter days of Autumn, if only because they led to longer nights. Longer nights meant more time spent with his husband.
As the last rays of the sun turned the sky pink and then gray, Harry heard a faint pop behind him. He turned from the window to greet Draco with a smile. "Good evening, love."
"Harry, you look positively delicious this evening."
A delicious little shiver tingled up Harry's spine. "I reckon you say that to all the blokes," he teased.
"Only when I'm feeling peckish," Draco responded with a grin that revealed his fangs.
Harry quivered again, and he took a step back and sat down, lest his knees give out. Draco moved with preternatural speed, looming over Harry as soon as he'd seated himself. Harry's pulse pounded in excitement, and he tipped his head to one side, offering his throat. Draco leaned in, dampening Harry's neck with his tongue.
"Please," Harry whispered. He felt Draco smile against his skin.
Draco nicked Harry's throat with one sharp fang and lapped languidly at the blood that welled from the small wound. Harry moaned in pleasure. He reached up and grasped at the soft material of Draco's scarlet dress robes.
Draco braced one hand on the back of Harry's chair. The other hand slid down Harry's torso and settled at his groin, where Draco groped him gently. Harry whined and arched into the caress. He loved it when Draco touched him, and he'd come to crave his husband's bite. There was a certain sense of satisfaction, intimate satisfaction, in the knowledge that only he could assuage Draco's need for blood. As sure as he was of that fact, Harry also knew that only Draco could satisfy his own cravings. They were perfectly matched in that respect.
Harry clung to Draco, shifting restlessly in his chair, awash with the twin pleasures his husband was bestowing on him. Draco continued kneading Harry's flesh and sipping at his blood until Harry climaxed with an exultant cry.
Draco drew back and smirked at him. "Did you miss me, love?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual suggestion
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:
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 359 - October, sky
♦ hd_fluff 2020 Fluffy Halloween Fest, using the stellar artwork that digthewriter contributed for our banner as a prompt.
Summary: Shorter days lead to longer nights.
Most people bemoaned the fact that the evening grew dark so early in October. Harry, however, looked forward to the shorter days of Autumn, if only because they led to longer nights. Longer nights meant more time spent with his husband.
As the last rays of the sun turned the sky pink and then gray, Harry heard a faint pop behind him. He turned from the window to greet Draco with a smile. "Good evening, love."
"Harry, you look positively delicious this evening."
A delicious little shiver tingled up Harry's spine. "I reckon you say that to all the blokes," he teased.
"Only when I'm feeling peckish," Draco responded with a grin that revealed his fangs.
Harry quivered again, and he took a step back and sat down, lest his knees give out. Draco moved with preternatural speed, looming over Harry as soon as he'd seated himself. Harry's pulse pounded in excitement, and he tipped his head to one side, offering his throat. Draco leaned in, dampening Harry's neck with his tongue.
"Please," Harry whispered. He felt Draco smile against his skin.
Draco nicked Harry's throat with one sharp fang and lapped languidly at the blood that welled from the small wound. Harry moaned in pleasure. He reached up and grasped at the soft material of Draco's scarlet dress robes.
Draco braced one hand on the back of Harry's chair. The other hand slid down Harry's torso and settled at his groin, where Draco groped him gently. Harry whined and arched into the caress. He loved it when Draco touched him, and he'd come to crave his husband's bite. There was a certain sense of satisfaction, intimate satisfaction, in the knowledge that only he could assuage Draco's need for blood. As sure as he was of that fact, Harry also knew that only Draco could satisfy his own cravings. They were perfectly matched in that respect.
Harry clung to Draco, shifting restlessly in his chair, awash with the twin pleasures his husband was bestowing on him. Draco continued kneading Harry's flesh and sipping at his blood until Harry climaxed with an exultant cry.
Draco drew back and smirked at him. "Did you miss me, love?"