Fic: Riding the Tiger
Title: Riding the Tiger (1/3)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Draco and Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit auto-eroticism, language
Word count: 1013
Teaser: I am going to the bedroom, where I will have hot, screaming sex with or without your participation, Potter!
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for the lovely alisanne, as her prize for winning January's JMDC random drawing. Her prompt was Tiger: something hot and fluffy. It's not as fluffy as you perhaps would like, sweetie, but it's definitely hot. *fans self*
Summary: Draco is horny, but Harry is watching Quidditch.
Draco arrived home later than he'd intended to. The fashion shoot for his new line of spring clothing had gone well, but two of the models, Raoul and Alex, had been all over one another, which caused delays. One was dark, the other blond, and they had looked so hot together that Draco had spent most of the afternoon in a state of sexual frustration. The fact that the two of them reminded him of Harry and himself just compounded Draco's arousal. Now that he was home and had Harry in his sights, all he wanted was to drag his lover to bed and scream the walls down.
Draco strode confidently up to where Harry was seated in one of the leather recliners watching the telly, and he draped himself artfully across Harry's lap and purred in his ear, "Take me to bed."
Harry responded by grinning and groping Draco's arse, but he threw a damper on the proceedings by replying, "Can it wait for a bit, sweetie? The Cannons are playing on WizNet right now."
Draco levered himself off Harry's lap in a huff. "Fine," he spat. "Fuck you and the Cannons! I am going to the bedroom, where I will have hot, screaming sex with or without your participation, Potter!" With that, he whirled away and stomped up the steps, intent on relieving his sexual frustration one way or another.
Draco had disrobed completely and was sitting up in bed, oiling his favorite dildo, when a timid knock sounded on the door and Harry entered with a conciliatory smile on his face. His smile dropped into a rounded O of surprise when he beheld Draco's carnal activities. "Put the dildo away, Draco," he husked, pulling his jumper off over his head. "You won't be needing it." He began working on the catch of his jeans, and Draco's cock throbbed in anticipation.
Draco, however, was not so forgiving. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
Harry paused in the act of pushing his denims down his legs and looked up. "I'm going to join you," he replied slowly.
"Oh, no you're not," bristled Draco. "You made it perfectly clear that you preferred the Cannons to me, so you can go shag them, for all I care."
"They're not as good in bed as you are," Harry teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"And you would know this how?" Draco seethed.
"Rumors," Harry shrugged, kicking off his jeans and then tugging his boxers and socks off. He began stalking his contrary lover, but a scornful glare from Draco stopped him in his tracks.
"Bugger off, Potter," sneered the blond. "I don't need you...not when I have the Tiger here." With that proclamation, Draco lay back against the pillows and began to fist his cock with an oiled palm. Harry watched in frustrated lust as his lover worked his own cock, sighing blissfully. After several strokes, Draco spread his legs wider and tipped his hips up, moving the gleaming dildo to the entrance of his body. Harry's breath stopped altogether while Draco positioned his toy, and both of them exhaled loudly when the tip disappeared past the blond's tight ring of muscle. By now, Harry's cock was demanding some attention and relief, and he began to fist it absent-mindedly, his attention still fixed on his lover. Draco had eased the entire length of the dildo into his body, and he was now working it in and out while stroking his cock and writhing on the bed, moaning his pleasure.
Harry groaned at the sight, torn between the desire to watch the show his lover was putting on and the need to stake his own claim to the heat between Draco's legs. Deciding that perhaps he could have his cake and eat it, too, Harry kept the movements of his hand on his cock to a minimum, intent on allowing Draco to pleasure himself before he sought his own relief deep within the blond's already conveniently prepared body.
Draco thrashed mindlessly on the bed, pulling and squeezing his cock with abandon while he continued to ply his own arse quite ruthlessly with the dildo. He was angling the Tiger just right, and each time it struck his sweet spot, he wailed in pleasure. Draco was keenly aware of Harry's hot eyes on him, and the idea of performing thus for his lover spurred him on. His thighs were spread wantonly and his hips were arching and thrusting with lascivious delight. His cock was leaking steady streams of precome, and his arse was burning pleasantly from the rigid, unforgiving dildo. Draco's passionate cries grew louder and louder, until with a particularly rough squeeze and hard thrust, he climaxed with a sharp scream.
Harry moaned aloud at the sight of Draco's orgasm. His lover's body had tensed and bowed completely, bearing himself down on the dildo buried to the hilt inside of him, while his hand continued to squeeze his spurting cock. Harry's own cock weeped its aching need to take the dildo's place and be driven into Draco's slick sheath until it, too, erupted in pleasure and coated the blond with cream.
Draco's muscles relaxed by degrees, and he sank wearily into the pillows and duvet. A low growl was the only warning he got before he felt the bed dip beneath Harry's weight. His eyes fluttered open to behold his lover kneeling at his feet, his erect cock jutting forward, as hard and flushed as Draco had ever seen it.
"My turn," rumbled Harry, grasping Draco's knees to part them further.
"Of course, Harry," murmured Draco in agreement, arching his back enough to allow himself to withdraw the dildo with a wet, squelching sound. Sitting up abruptly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and said, "I'm going to take a shower, but you're welcome to borrow the Tiger."
Cross-posted to pantymelts
Riding the Dragon
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Draco and Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit auto-eroticism, language
Word count: 1013
Teaser: I am going to the bedroom, where I will have hot, screaming sex with or without your participation, Potter!
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for the lovely alisanne, as her prize for winning January's JMDC random drawing. Her prompt was Tiger: something hot and fluffy. It's not as fluffy as you perhaps would like, sweetie, but it's definitely hot. *fans self*
Summary: Draco is horny, but Harry is watching Quidditch.
Draco arrived home later than he'd intended to. The fashion shoot for his new line of spring clothing had gone well, but two of the models, Raoul and Alex, had been all over one another, which caused delays. One was dark, the other blond, and they had looked so hot together that Draco had spent most of the afternoon in a state of sexual frustration. The fact that the two of them reminded him of Harry and himself just compounded Draco's arousal. Now that he was home and had Harry in his sights, all he wanted was to drag his lover to bed and scream the walls down.
Draco strode confidently up to where Harry was seated in one of the leather recliners watching the telly, and he draped himself artfully across Harry's lap and purred in his ear, "Take me to bed."
Harry responded by grinning and groping Draco's arse, but he threw a damper on the proceedings by replying, "Can it wait for a bit, sweetie? The Cannons are playing on WizNet right now."
Draco levered himself off Harry's lap in a huff. "Fine," he spat. "Fuck you and the Cannons! I am going to the bedroom, where I will have hot, screaming sex with or without your participation, Potter!" With that, he whirled away and stomped up the steps, intent on relieving his sexual frustration one way or another.
Draco had disrobed completely and was sitting up in bed, oiling his favorite dildo, when a timid knock sounded on the door and Harry entered with a conciliatory smile on his face. His smile dropped into a rounded O of surprise when he beheld Draco's carnal activities. "Put the dildo away, Draco," he husked, pulling his jumper off over his head. "You won't be needing it." He began working on the catch of his jeans, and Draco's cock throbbed in anticipation.
Draco, however, was not so forgiving. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
Harry paused in the act of pushing his denims down his legs and looked up. "I'm going to join you," he replied slowly.
"Oh, no you're not," bristled Draco. "You made it perfectly clear that you preferred the Cannons to me, so you can go shag them, for all I care."
"They're not as good in bed as you are," Harry teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"And you would know this how?" Draco seethed.
"Rumors," Harry shrugged, kicking off his jeans and then tugging his boxers and socks off. He began stalking his contrary lover, but a scornful glare from Draco stopped him in his tracks.
"Bugger off, Potter," sneered the blond. "I don't need you...not when I have the Tiger here." With that proclamation, Draco lay back against the pillows and began to fist his cock with an oiled palm. Harry watched in frustrated lust as his lover worked his own cock, sighing blissfully. After several strokes, Draco spread his legs wider and tipped his hips up, moving the gleaming dildo to the entrance of his body. Harry's breath stopped altogether while Draco positioned his toy, and both of them exhaled loudly when the tip disappeared past the blond's tight ring of muscle. By now, Harry's cock was demanding some attention and relief, and he began to fist it absent-mindedly, his attention still fixed on his lover. Draco had eased the entire length of the dildo into his body, and he was now working it in and out while stroking his cock and writhing on the bed, moaning his pleasure.
Harry groaned at the sight, torn between the desire to watch the show his lover was putting on and the need to stake his own claim to the heat between Draco's legs. Deciding that perhaps he could have his cake and eat it, too, Harry kept the movements of his hand on his cock to a minimum, intent on allowing Draco to pleasure himself before he sought his own relief deep within the blond's already conveniently prepared body.
Draco thrashed mindlessly on the bed, pulling and squeezing his cock with abandon while he continued to ply his own arse quite ruthlessly with the dildo. He was angling the Tiger just right, and each time it struck his sweet spot, he wailed in pleasure. Draco was keenly aware of Harry's hot eyes on him, and the idea of performing thus for his lover spurred him on. His thighs were spread wantonly and his hips were arching and thrusting with lascivious delight. His cock was leaking steady streams of precome, and his arse was burning pleasantly from the rigid, unforgiving dildo. Draco's passionate cries grew louder and louder, until with a particularly rough squeeze and hard thrust, he climaxed with a sharp scream.
Harry moaned aloud at the sight of Draco's orgasm. His lover's body had tensed and bowed completely, bearing himself down on the dildo buried to the hilt inside of him, while his hand continued to squeeze his spurting cock. Harry's own cock weeped its aching need to take the dildo's place and be driven into Draco's slick sheath until it, too, erupted in pleasure and coated the blond with cream.
Draco's muscles relaxed by degrees, and he sank wearily into the pillows and duvet. A low growl was the only warning he got before he felt the bed dip beneath Harry's weight. His eyes fluttered open to behold his lover kneeling at his feet, his erect cock jutting forward, as hard and flushed as Draco had ever seen it.
"My turn," rumbled Harry, grasping Draco's knees to part them further.
"Of course, Harry," murmured Draco in agreement, arching his back enough to allow himself to withdraw the dildo with a wet, squelching sound. Sitting up abruptly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and said, "I'm going to take a shower, but you're welcome to borrow the Tiger."
Cross-posted to pantymelts
Riding the Dragon