Blood Whore 22
Title: Blood Whore 22
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1105
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 smirkingcat, who requested an update to Blood Whore
Summary: Turn the other cheek
Draco woke up mid-morning, which was early for him. He'd once been an early riser, but life as the exclusive blood donor to a vampire put paid to that. Draco rolled over and stretched, wincing at the lingering ache he felt.
Sex on the Astronomy Tower
He and Potter were fortunate the castle itself hadn't smited them for the audacity.
Draco groaned and rolled out of bed, stumbling a bit as the blankets got tangled around his legs. He cursed and kicked them aside on his way to the en suite and a much needed shower. Draco emerged, feeling refreshed and peckish. He helped himself to some tea and toast, then sat down to write out some correspondence.
By the time evening arrived, Draco's senses were on full alert. He told himself it was with trepidation and not excitement. Certainly, it wasn't arousal that had his heart beating faster and his breath quickening.
When the shadows outside lengthened and Potter had not yet put in an appearance, Draco began to pace. What game was the vampire playing at now? Just when Draco decided he didn't give a fig if or when Potter showed up, the vampire materialized in the lounge.
Draco rounded on him immediately. "Where have you been?"
Potter's answering smirk displayed the tips of his fangs. "Were you worried about my welfare?"
Draco huffed and crossed his arms. "I was getting hungry and was about to have dinner without you."
"By all means, go ahead and dine without me. I'll be back in half an hour."
"Wait. Sorry? Bloody hell!" Draco threw his arms up in the air when Potter vanished as quickly and silently as he'd appeared. Not willing to forego dinner any longer, he prepared a simple meal for himself and sat down to eat. Draco was clearing the table with flicks of his wand when Potter reappeared.
"When was the last time I bent you over a table and fucked you?"
Draco's spine stiffened. He turned to regard the vampire with a haughty glare. "I do not wish to be bent over the table. If you want sex, we can take it to the bedroom."
Potter ignored Draco's statement and unbuckled his belt. "Drop trou and bend over. And, I've already survived two killing curses, so put your wand down before I take you over my knee first."
The thought had merely flitted through Draco's mind, but it had been there nonetheless. Muttering a filthy curse beneath his breath, he set his wand on the side board. Rather than comply with the remainder of Potter's arrogant command, he crossed his arms and scowled at the vampire.
Potter succeeded in opening his trousers, allowing his cock to spring forth.
Draco's attention was drawn to the unabashed display. Unbidden, his own prick twitched in his pants.
Potter planted his hands on his hips, further emphasizing the erection jutting from between his legs. "If it's corporal punishment you're in the mood for, I am more than happy to oblige."
Draco dragged his eyes from Potter's cock up to his face. He appeared...angry wasn't the word. Annoyed. The vampire was annoyed. Draco took some heart from his small rebellion, but he knew better than to press his luck. Potter was fully capable of paddling his arse and would most likely enjoy it, too.
Draco's lips flattened in irritation, but his fingers moved to undo the top button on his trousers. He worked his zip down and skimmed his trousers and pants down in one economical motion before pivoting and bracing his hands on the table. Draco didn't hear Potter move, but he felt the heat from his body as the vampire moved up behind him. Draco tried and failed to suppress a quiver of awareness and arousal.
The moment stretched out, and just as Draco was about to stand up straight to ask what the delay was, Potter landed a sharp, open-hand smack to his naked arse. Draco yelped in startled surprise.
Behind him, Potter growled, "That's for your cheek. Would you like another?"
"No," Draco muttered sullenly.
Potter didn't respond verbally, nor did he mete out any further corporal punishment. He used one hand to thumb one of Draco's arse cheeks to the side, opening him for what was to come. Draco whispered a standard lubricating spell just as the blunt head of Potter's cock was pressed to his entrance. Potter flexed his hips forward, penetrating Draco with a swift thrust. Draco hissed in discomfort but he managed to remain still as Potter pushed all the way in.
"This feels incredible," Potter murmured, his breath stirring the fine hairs on Draco's nape.
Draco shivered, and his cock gave an impatient throb. "Touch me," he insisted.
"You're in no position to be making demands," said Potter. Nevertheless, he complied, closing his hand around Draco's erection. He pulled back and pumped in again, giving Draco a slow stroke as he did so.
"Ye-es..." Draco panted, pushing back.
"I reckon you'll be wanting me to bite you next?"
"Yes," Draco replied, tipping his head to the side. A small part of him was ashamed of his actions, but it was no match for the larger part of him that was enjoying this encounter. Draco shivered and moaned when Potter's tongue laved the side of his throat, followed by a nibbling kiss.
"Pot-ter," he gritted.
"Ask me nicely."
"Please," whispered Draco, flexing his fingers on the table top. He cried out in surprise and delight when Potter's fangs pierced the tender skin of his throat. Draco's back arched, pressing his hips into the next hard thrust of Potter's cock. He moaned in pleasure.
Potter withdrew his fangs after only a few sips and concentrated on the intimate joining of their bodies. He gradually upped the tempo of both his hand on Draco's prick and his cock in Draco's body.
Tension coiled in Draco, tighter and tighter, until Potter leaned in and nipped his neck again. He garbled out a cry as pleasure washed over him in a wave. Draco rode it out, his body taut and trembling. When it was over he all but wilted forward, half afraid his arms would no longer hold him upright. Potter wrapped an arm around Draco's torso as if sensing his imminent collapse. He thrust in a few more times before growling through his own release.
They remained there, frozen in a carnal tableau, until Potter pulled out with a satisfied sigh. He smacked Draco's bare arse again, on the other cheek this time.
"Merlin! What was that for?!"
"Pack a suitcase," said Potter, waving a cleaning charm over himself. "We're going on holiday."
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