Cuffed 9
Title: Cuffed 9
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (Highlight to view) *Explicit sex, mild dub-con, bad language*
Word count: 1360
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 winds up on the bottom. Again.
As soon as they arrived, via Apparation, in Harry's bedroom, Harry shoved Malfoy away from him, toppling him onto the bed. Malfoy, damn him, even managed to fall elegantly. He grinned and propped himself up on his elbows. "I thought you wanted to play nicely," he said, "but if you want it rough, I'm game."
Harry didn't deign to reply. He toed off his shoes, tossed his glasses onto the nightstand, and began to undress.
"You really are gagging for it, aren't you?" taunted Malfoy.
"You're welcome to leave," said Harry. "I can always rub one out on my own."
Malfoy shrugged, kicked his shoes off, and started unbuttoning his shirt. When Harry got down to nothing but his pants, he pounced.
"Potter! What the bloody fuck?"
Harry grabbed the edges of Malfoy's posh shirt and yanked, scattering buttons across the bed and onto the floor.
"Do you know how much this shirt cost, you Squib?"
"Would you like me to gag you?"
Malfoy's expression went from irate to interested. "Do you have a gag? A blindfold, perhaps? I do hope you have handcuffs."
"Shut. Up," growled Harry. He succeeded in pulling Malfoy's shirt off his shoulders and down, but he left Malfoy's arms tangled in his sleeves as he attacked the git's belt and zip.
"This is a clever bit of bondage, Potter. I commend you."
Harry didn't waste any more breath on telling Malfoy to shut his gob. He defeated Malfoy's belt and zip and tugged his trousers down, along with his pants. Malfoy's cock sprang free, erect and proud. Harry paused a moment to admire it, and his dick throbbed urgently in reaction. Harry threw Malfoy's clothing onto the floor and barged between his legs. He leaned over to snag a bottle of lubricant from the drawer of his nightstand.
"Planning to assert yourself, are you?" asked Malfoy. He didn't bother trying to free himself from the tangled sleeves of his shirt. "I must say, you don't seem the sort to top, or at least not the sort to do so with any measure of competence."
Just for that, Harry planned to fuck Malfoy into a stupor. Anything to shut him up. Maybe he would gag the prat. Any old thing would do...a sock, a pillow case. Anything.
Harry didn't get the chance. As he was trying to open the bottle of lube, Malfoy managed to get his wand out of his sleeve. He then Vanished his shirt, pointed his wand at Harry, and rapped out, "Incarcerous!"
Harry's mouth fell open as he stared in horror at his bound wrists. That he'd managed to hang onto the the lubricant would have been amusing, had he not been so angry.
"End this spell at once!" he snapped, shaking his bound hands for emphasis.
Malfoy plucked the bottle from his hand and said only, "I'll end it after I give you that jolly rogering you're so eager for."
Before Harry could protest further, Malfoy lunged forward, grabbed the soft ropes binding his wrists, and yanked him face down on the bed. Harry turned his head, sputtering in outrage.
"Malfoy," he gritted, "I did not agree to this."
"Do you want sex, Potter?" Malfoy countered. "Do you want me to fuck you until you come all over your fussy duvet?"
Harry opened his mouth to deny it, all of it, but Malfoy chose that moment to tug his pants down. Cool hands settled on Harry's arse cheeks and gave them a squeeze. Unbidden, a moan tumbled from Harry's lips. He would be humiliated later; now, however, the touch of Malfoy's hands had his body throbbing with urgent need. Harry shifted, intending to turn and face Malfoy. He received a stinging swat on his arse for his trouble.
"Hold still," Malfoy said.
His voice was followed by the sound of the bottle's cap being flipped open. Harry gasped when the viscous fluid was dribbled at the top of his cleft, where it slowly wended its way down. As the lubricant reached his rim, Malfoy's fingers began to smear it over Harry's puckered flesh. Harry quivered and pushed back. He wanted those fingers inside of him, stretching him and rubbing his sweet spot.
Malfoy's fingers were withdrawn, leaving Harry whining in frustration. He felt Malfoy grasp his pants and tug. Harry shifted to the side to allow Malfoy to remove his last article of clothing.
"Are you ready for my cock, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry bit out.
"Yes, what?"
Harry turned his head to glare. "I am not playing your foolish game today, Malfoy. Either get on with it or get out." There. He was proud of himself for not giving in to Malfoy's depraved whims.
"A little tetchy, I see," said Malfoy. "Perhaps a good, hard fuck will sort you out."
Since Harry wanted a good, hard fuck he didn't bother to argue. His body stilled when he felt Malfoy move into position behind him. Malfoy palmed and spread Harry's arse cheeks then skewered him without a word of warning.
Harry gasped at the painful stretch and burn, his body instinctively hunching as he tried to escape the pain. Malfoy's hands tightened on Harry's hips to hold him in place. He'd promised, threatened really, a good, hard fuck, and it seemed he meant to deliver.
Harry concentrated on his breathing, consciously relaxing his muscles as he did. The discomfort lessened, morphing into the pleasurable pressure of being filled by Malfoy's thick cock. Harry clenched his fingers in the duvet as he arched his back to take Malfoy deeper. He tried to keep any vocalizations to a minimum, but it wasn't long before the tiny whimpers that had lodged in his throat became lustful groans.
"Enjoying yourself, Potty?"
Harry couldn't see Malfoy's face, but he heard the smirk in his voice all the same. "Fuck. You," he grunted.
"You wish," snorted Malfoy. Mercifully, he stopped talking after that and focused his efforts on thrusting. Harry forgot all about how much he detested Malfoy as he pushed back in search of more. He was close, so close, but he needed some additional stimulation.
"Touch me," Harry panted. He yelped when Malfoy took that as a request to smack his arse. "My cock," snarled Harry. "Touch my cock."
Surprisingly, Malfoy did so. Long fingers wrapped around the length of Harry's erection and gave him a squeeze. He exhaled in delight and thrust himself into Malfoy's grip. Malfoy, the bastard, made no further effort to help Harry along. He merely held his cock and let Harry fuck himself into his fist. Harry was too intent on achieving climax to care. His body rocked back and forth, impaling himself on Malfoy's cock and then thrusting himself into Malfoy's hand. Doubly stimulated, it didn't take long for him to hurtle over the edge and into an intense orgasm.
Barely had Harry's body stopped shuddering when Malfoy pulled out. He pushed and tugged at Harry until Harry was lying prone on his stomach. Malfoy dropped down on him, guiding his cock back to Harry's loose entrance and sliding in again.
"I want to fuck you on your own wet spot," Malfoy whispered in his ear.
Harry's lip curled. He was, indeed, lying in his own come. It was filthy and disgusting and sensual. Harry was too wrung out from his orgasm to protest. He lay there in a pliant stupor, allowing Malfoy to use him as he saw fit. Malfoy slammed in hard and filled Harry with his release. When he was done, he sighed, pulled out, and pinched Harry's bum. Hard.
Harry cursed at him and twitched away. Malfoy sniggered and slid off the bed, gathering his scattered clothing. His shirt was a lost cause, but he shrugged into it any way. Harry rolled over, onto his side, and twisted his still-bound wrists. Malfoy located his wand, and Harry held his hands out.
"It's been amusing, Potter," said Malfoy. "Contact me when you need another seeing-to." He then Disapparated.
Harry was left alone, sticky and sore, with his wrists bound by soft ropes. He swore vehemently, rolled off the bed, and began searching for his own wand.
Cuffed 10
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (Highlight to view) *Explicit sex, mild dub-con, bad language*
Word count: 1360
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 winds up on the bottom. Again.
As soon as they arrived, via Apparation, in Harry's bedroom, Harry shoved Malfoy away from him, toppling him onto the bed. Malfoy, damn him, even managed to fall elegantly. He grinned and propped himself up on his elbows. "I thought you wanted to play nicely," he said, "but if you want it rough, I'm game."
Harry didn't deign to reply. He toed off his shoes, tossed his glasses onto the nightstand, and began to undress.
"You really are gagging for it, aren't you?" taunted Malfoy.
"You're welcome to leave," said Harry. "I can always rub one out on my own."
Malfoy shrugged, kicked his shoes off, and started unbuttoning his shirt. When Harry got down to nothing but his pants, he pounced.
"Potter! What the bloody fuck?"
Harry grabbed the edges of Malfoy's posh shirt and yanked, scattering buttons across the bed and onto the floor.
"Do you know how much this shirt cost, you Squib?"
"Would you like me to gag you?"
Malfoy's expression went from irate to interested. "Do you have a gag? A blindfold, perhaps? I do hope you have handcuffs."
"Shut. Up," growled Harry. He succeeded in pulling Malfoy's shirt off his shoulders and down, but he left Malfoy's arms tangled in his sleeves as he attacked the git's belt and zip.
"This is a clever bit of bondage, Potter. I commend you."
Harry didn't waste any more breath on telling Malfoy to shut his gob. He defeated Malfoy's belt and zip and tugged his trousers down, along with his pants. Malfoy's cock sprang free, erect and proud. Harry paused a moment to admire it, and his dick throbbed urgently in reaction. Harry threw Malfoy's clothing onto the floor and barged between his legs. He leaned over to snag a bottle of lubricant from the drawer of his nightstand.
"Planning to assert yourself, are you?" asked Malfoy. He didn't bother trying to free himself from the tangled sleeves of his shirt. "I must say, you don't seem the sort to top, or at least not the sort to do so with any measure of competence."
Just for that, Harry planned to fuck Malfoy into a stupor. Anything to shut him up. Maybe he would gag the prat. Any old thing would do...a sock, a pillow case. Anything.
Harry didn't get the chance. As he was trying to open the bottle of lube, Malfoy managed to get his wand out of his sleeve. He then Vanished his shirt, pointed his wand at Harry, and rapped out, "Incarcerous!"
Harry's mouth fell open as he stared in horror at his bound wrists. That he'd managed to hang onto the the lubricant would have been amusing, had he not been so angry.
"End this spell at once!" he snapped, shaking his bound hands for emphasis.
Malfoy plucked the bottle from his hand and said only, "I'll end it after I give you that jolly rogering you're so eager for."
Before Harry could protest further, Malfoy lunged forward, grabbed the soft ropes binding his wrists, and yanked him face down on the bed. Harry turned his head, sputtering in outrage.
"Malfoy," he gritted, "I did not agree to this."
"Do you want sex, Potter?" Malfoy countered. "Do you want me to fuck you until you come all over your fussy duvet?"
Harry opened his mouth to deny it, all of it, but Malfoy chose that moment to tug his pants down. Cool hands settled on Harry's arse cheeks and gave them a squeeze. Unbidden, a moan tumbled from Harry's lips. He would be humiliated later; now, however, the touch of Malfoy's hands had his body throbbing with urgent need. Harry shifted, intending to turn and face Malfoy. He received a stinging swat on his arse for his trouble.
"Hold still," Malfoy said.
His voice was followed by the sound of the bottle's cap being flipped open. Harry gasped when the viscous fluid was dribbled at the top of his cleft, where it slowly wended its way down. As the lubricant reached his rim, Malfoy's fingers began to smear it over Harry's puckered flesh. Harry quivered and pushed back. He wanted those fingers inside of him, stretching him and rubbing his sweet spot.
Malfoy's fingers were withdrawn, leaving Harry whining in frustration. He felt Malfoy grasp his pants and tug. Harry shifted to the side to allow Malfoy to remove his last article of clothing.
"Are you ready for my cock, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry bit out.
"Yes, what?"
Harry turned his head to glare. "I am not playing your foolish game today, Malfoy. Either get on with it or get out." There. He was proud of himself for not giving in to Malfoy's depraved whims.
"A little tetchy, I see," said Malfoy. "Perhaps a good, hard fuck will sort you out."
Since Harry wanted a good, hard fuck he didn't bother to argue. His body stilled when he felt Malfoy move into position behind him. Malfoy palmed and spread Harry's arse cheeks then skewered him without a word of warning.
Harry gasped at the painful stretch and burn, his body instinctively hunching as he tried to escape the pain. Malfoy's hands tightened on Harry's hips to hold him in place. He'd promised, threatened really, a good, hard fuck, and it seemed he meant to deliver.
Harry concentrated on his breathing, consciously relaxing his muscles as he did. The discomfort lessened, morphing into the pleasurable pressure of being filled by Malfoy's thick cock. Harry clenched his fingers in the duvet as he arched his back to take Malfoy deeper. He tried to keep any vocalizations to a minimum, but it wasn't long before the tiny whimpers that had lodged in his throat became lustful groans.
"Enjoying yourself, Potty?"
Harry couldn't see Malfoy's face, but he heard the smirk in his voice all the same. "Fuck. You," he grunted.
"You wish," snorted Malfoy. Mercifully, he stopped talking after that and focused his efforts on thrusting. Harry forgot all about how much he detested Malfoy as he pushed back in search of more. He was close, so close, but he needed some additional stimulation.
"Touch me," Harry panted. He yelped when Malfoy took that as a request to smack his arse. "My cock," snarled Harry. "Touch my cock."
Surprisingly, Malfoy did so. Long fingers wrapped around the length of Harry's erection and gave him a squeeze. He exhaled in delight and thrust himself into Malfoy's grip. Malfoy, the bastard, made no further effort to help Harry along. He merely held his cock and let Harry fuck himself into his fist. Harry was too intent on achieving climax to care. His body rocked back and forth, impaling himself on Malfoy's cock and then thrusting himself into Malfoy's hand. Doubly stimulated, it didn't take long for him to hurtle over the edge and into an intense orgasm.
Barely had Harry's body stopped shuddering when Malfoy pulled out. He pushed and tugged at Harry until Harry was lying prone on his stomach. Malfoy dropped down on him, guiding his cock back to Harry's loose entrance and sliding in again.
"I want to fuck you on your own wet spot," Malfoy whispered in his ear.
Harry's lip curled. He was, indeed, lying in his own come. It was filthy and disgusting and sensual. Harry was too wrung out from his orgasm to protest. He lay there in a pliant stupor, allowing Malfoy to use him as he saw fit. Malfoy slammed in hard and filled Harry with his release. When he was done, he sighed, pulled out, and pinched Harry's bum. Hard.
Harry cursed at him and twitched away. Malfoy sniggered and slid off the bed, gathering his scattered clothing. His shirt was a lost cause, but he shrugged into it any way. Harry rolled over, onto his side, and twisted his still-bound wrists. Malfoy located his wand, and Harry held his hands out.
"It's been amusing, Potter," said Malfoy. "Contact me when you need another seeing-to." He then Disapparated.
Harry was left alone, sticky and sore, with his wrists bound by soft ropes. He swore vehemently, rolled off the bed, and began searching for his own wand.
Cuffed 10