Cuffed 10
Title: Cuffed 10
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, minor Harry/omc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (Highlight to view) *Explicit sex, dub-con, bad language, corporal punishment*
Word count: 1400
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 pulls a ginger, but ends up with a blond.
Harry spent the following days alternately seething at how his most recent encounter with Malfoy had gone tits up, and wanking himself raw to the memory of it. He was furious with Malfoy and disgusted with himself. Had he no self-control? No pride?
Harry scowled as he binned the tissue he'd used to clean himself with after rubbing one out. This was ridiculous. He needed a good shag...with someone other than Draco sodding Malfoy. Harry had no intention of returning to the pub where he'd last bumped into Malfoy. No, this time Harry would go to a club. A Muggle club. Malfoy wouldn't dream of showing his poncy, pureblood face in such a place, and Harry would have his pick of eligible shags for the evening. He was looking forward to it.
Harry had a smashing time at the club, dancing and grinding on the floor until he'd worked himself into a frenzy. Fortunately, he'd selected a bloke to take home. This time, he'd consciously chosen someone unlike Malfoy at all. This man's name was Calvin. Or Kevin. Harry wasn't entirely certain and didn't care. He was a stocky ginger with an intriguing bulge in his trousers, and that's all Harry was concerned with.
Since he didn't live far from the club, Harry escorted Kelvin outside and hailed a ride. By the time they stumbled through Harry's front door, the two of them were pawing at one another and eager for sex.
"A ginger, Potter? Please tell me it's not a Weasley."
Harry shoved Calvin away and went for his wand, belatedly realizing he'd left it in his bureau drawer in the bedroom. "You!" he spat, once he got a look at his uninvited visitor. "What are you doing here?"
A wide-eyed Kevin took in the tense tableau. "Sod it," he muttered. "I don't have time for this level of bloody drama." He flounced out and slammed the door behind him.
Harry remained focused on his nemesis. "How did you get in here?"
Malfoy smirked at him. "You left your wards open to me."
Harry opened his mouth to deny it, then paused to think. He'd Apparated Malfoy in several days ago. Had he forgotten to reset his wards? Harry blew out a frustrated breath before pointing at the door. "Get out."
Malfoy rose from his indolent pose on Harry's sofa and took two prowling steps nearer. "Is that what you really want, Potter?"
"Yes."
"I find that...hard to believe," said Malfoy, his gray gaze lingering on Harry's crotch.
Harry's cock stiffened further. He needed release, desperately, but he'd rather take himself in hand than allow Malfoy into his bedroom again. He raised his chin and repeated, "Get out."
Malfoy reacted with a quick Jellylegs Jinx. Harry wobbled and hit the floor. Before he could attempt to lever himself upright again, Malfoy was on him. His long, lithe body was draped over Harry's, pinning him to the floor and stealing his breath. Harry told himself his loss of breath was from Malfoy's weight and not because he enjoyed the position he was in.
"You don't want me to leave before you come, do you?" Malfoy whispered in Harry's ear, causing him to shudder.
Harry squirmed, which didn't help the situation. "Told you," he panted. "I'm tired of...of your games."
"No games, just sex," Malfoy promised. He reached down to grope Harry through his snug trousers. "You want sex, don't you?"
"Ye...no," Harry puffed. He tried to resist arching into Malfoy's caress. Tried and failed. Harry blamed his reaction on the fact that he'd been eager for sex with...with the ginger bloke.
"Poor Potty, so conflicted," tutted Malfoy. He gave Harry's cock a firm squeeze. "Let's soothe this ache, shall we?"
Harry had no chance to respond. Malfoy's quick, clever fingers had his flies undone and his trousers and pants skimmed down in no time.
"Roll over," said Malfoy.
Harry obeyed without complaint. He positively ached, and he didn't want to wait to remove his shoes, trousers, and pants. Harry rolled over and tucked his knees beneath him, raising his arse. His glasses ended up hanging from one ear, while his shirt rucked halfway up his back. Harry reached back to tug at the hem of his shirt.
Crack!
"Ouch! What the fuck, Malfoy?!" Harry's right arse cheek was on fire from getting smacked.
"Did I give you permission to move?"
Harry raised up, intending to turn around and throw his unwelcome guest out, even if he had to do so physically. Malfoy planted a hand between Harry's shoulder blades and shoved him down once more.
"You look good like this, Potter. Face down and arse up."
"Fuck you."
Crack!
"Ow! You bloody, buggering bastard!"
"Do you want to shag, or would you prefer more spanking first?"
"I want you to get out," Harry growled. He yelped when cool fingers wrapped around his turgid cock.
"You're lying," said Malfoy, a hint of arrogance in his voice. "What you want is a good, hard fuck. Fortunately for you, I'm in the mood to indulge you."
Harry opened his mouth--to curse, protest, something. What emerged, however, was a moan when he felt Malfoy's clever fingers, slick with lube, press against his opening and push inside. Harry pushed back, wanting more.
"There now, see?" crooned Malfoy. "All you needed was something up your arse to soothe that savage temper of yours."
Harry's lip curled, but any vitriol he was about to spew died on a whimper when Malfoy prodded his prostate. Harry tried to spread his legs but was hampered by the clothing twisted around his thighs. He had to settle for rocking back and forth, fucking himself on Malfoy's fingers. Harry whined in protest when those fingers slipped free of his body. He made to raise himself up again, only to still completely when he felt the blunt head of Malfoy's cock prod at his loosened entrance.
Malfoy thrust forward. He didn't pause to allow Harry to adjust; he simply set about fucking him hard and fast. Harry grimaced in discomfort, but it didn't stop him from pushing back to take Malfoy deeper. He'd needed this, although he'd be damned if he'd admit it to Malfoy.
Harry reached for his throbbing cock. Malfoy shoved his upper back again. "Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"
"Fuck you, cunt," seethed Harry. His rebellion earned him a stinging slap on his bare hip.
"Would you like me to pull out and gag you?"
"N-no," muttered Harry through clenched teeth.
Malfoy stopped thrusting, halting with just the tip of his cock still inside of Harry's hole. "What was that?"
"No," Harry repeated sullenly.
"No, what?"
Harry was going to murder Malfoy. "No, sir," he replied, all but choking on the words.
"That's better," Malfoy said smugly. He resumed thrusting, his thighs bracketing Harry's hips.
The friction of Malfoy's trousers on his naked skin was surprisingly erotic, and Harry continued rocking back and forth, willingly participating in his own debauchment. But Harry needed more.
"Touch me," he pleaded.
"Ask me nicely."
"Touch me, please," puffed Harry. "Sir." He was rewarded when Malfoy grasped his dick and began stroking him. Shameless, keening cries fell from Harry's open mouth. Malfoy twisted his hips and his wrist, and Harry was done. He shouted out loud as he erupted in Malfoy's hand, shuddering through his release. Harry's glasses finally fell free, and he wilted forward, pressing his face to the carpet as he heaved for breath.
Malfoy continued thrusting into him, scrubbing Harry's face on the carpet and no doubt leaving a mark. He wiped his hand on Harry's back, smearing Harry's own cum on his skin. Harry's lip curled again, but he lacked the energy to lodge a protest.
Malfoy slammed in hard and climaxed, filling Harry with his release. He withdrew quickly, causing Harry to hiss in discomfort. Malfoy ran his softening dick up the cleft of Harry's arse, marking him further and leaving Harry damp and sticky.
Malfoy stood, waved a cleaning charm over himself, and tucked his cock back in.
Harry toppled onto his side, rim twitching as warm fluid leaked from his hole. "Get out," he said tiredly.
Malfoy responded with an unpleasant laugh, gripped his wand, and Disapparated.
Harry lay there on the floor, wondering what the hell had just happened. Whatever it was, he couldn't, wouldn't allow it to happen again.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, minor Harry/omc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (Highlight to view) *Explicit sex, dub-con, bad language, corporal punishment*
Word count: 1400
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 pulls a ginger, but ends up with a blond.
Harry spent the following days alternately seething at how his most recent encounter with Malfoy had gone tits up, and wanking himself raw to the memory of it. He was furious with Malfoy and disgusted with himself. Had he no self-control? No pride?
Harry scowled as he binned the tissue he'd used to clean himself with after rubbing one out. This was ridiculous. He needed a good shag...with someone other than Draco sodding Malfoy. Harry had no intention of returning to the pub where he'd last bumped into Malfoy. No, this time Harry would go to a club. A Muggle club. Malfoy wouldn't dream of showing his poncy, pureblood face in such a place, and Harry would have his pick of eligible shags for the evening. He was looking forward to it.
Harry had a smashing time at the club, dancing and grinding on the floor until he'd worked himself into a frenzy. Fortunately, he'd selected a bloke to take home. This time, he'd consciously chosen someone unlike Malfoy at all. This man's name was Calvin. Or Kevin. Harry wasn't entirely certain and didn't care. He was a stocky ginger with an intriguing bulge in his trousers, and that's all Harry was concerned with.
Since he didn't live far from the club, Harry escorted Kelvin outside and hailed a ride. By the time they stumbled through Harry's front door, the two of them were pawing at one another and eager for sex.
"A ginger, Potter? Please tell me it's not a Weasley."
Harry shoved Calvin away and went for his wand, belatedly realizing he'd left it in his bureau drawer in the bedroom. "You!" he spat, once he got a look at his uninvited visitor. "What are you doing here?"
A wide-eyed Kevin took in the tense tableau. "Sod it," he muttered. "I don't have time for this level of bloody drama." He flounced out and slammed the door behind him.
Harry remained focused on his nemesis. "How did you get in here?"
Malfoy smirked at him. "You left your wards open to me."
Harry opened his mouth to deny it, then paused to think. He'd Apparated Malfoy in several days ago. Had he forgotten to reset his wards? Harry blew out a frustrated breath before pointing at the door. "Get out."
Malfoy rose from his indolent pose on Harry's sofa and took two prowling steps nearer. "Is that what you really want, Potter?"
"Yes."
"I find that...hard to believe," said Malfoy, his gray gaze lingering on Harry's crotch.
Harry's cock stiffened further. He needed release, desperately, but he'd rather take himself in hand than allow Malfoy into his bedroom again. He raised his chin and repeated, "Get out."
Malfoy reacted with a quick Jellylegs Jinx. Harry wobbled and hit the floor. Before he could attempt to lever himself upright again, Malfoy was on him. His long, lithe body was draped over Harry's, pinning him to the floor and stealing his breath. Harry told himself his loss of breath was from Malfoy's weight and not because he enjoyed the position he was in.
"You don't want me to leave before you come, do you?" Malfoy whispered in Harry's ear, causing him to shudder.
Harry squirmed, which didn't help the situation. "Told you," he panted. "I'm tired of...of your games."
"No games, just sex," Malfoy promised. He reached down to grope Harry through his snug trousers. "You want sex, don't you?"
"Ye...no," Harry puffed. He tried to resist arching into Malfoy's caress. Tried and failed. Harry blamed his reaction on the fact that he'd been eager for sex with...with the ginger bloke.
"Poor Potty, so conflicted," tutted Malfoy. He gave Harry's cock a firm squeeze. "Let's soothe this ache, shall we?"
Harry had no chance to respond. Malfoy's quick, clever fingers had his flies undone and his trousers and pants skimmed down in no time.
"Roll over," said Malfoy.
Harry obeyed without complaint. He positively ached, and he didn't want to wait to remove his shoes, trousers, and pants. Harry rolled over and tucked his knees beneath him, raising his arse. His glasses ended up hanging from one ear, while his shirt rucked halfway up his back. Harry reached back to tug at the hem of his shirt.
Crack!
"Ouch! What the fuck, Malfoy?!" Harry's right arse cheek was on fire from getting smacked.
"Did I give you permission to move?"
Harry raised up, intending to turn around and throw his unwelcome guest out, even if he had to do so physically. Malfoy planted a hand between Harry's shoulder blades and shoved him down once more.
"You look good like this, Potter. Face down and arse up."
"Fuck you."
Crack!
"Ow! You bloody, buggering bastard!"
"Do you want to shag, or would you prefer more spanking first?"
"I want you to get out," Harry growled. He yelped when cool fingers wrapped around his turgid cock.
"You're lying," said Malfoy, a hint of arrogance in his voice. "What you want is a good, hard fuck. Fortunately for you, I'm in the mood to indulge you."
Harry opened his mouth--to curse, protest, something. What emerged, however, was a moan when he felt Malfoy's clever fingers, slick with lube, press against his opening and push inside. Harry pushed back, wanting more.
"There now, see?" crooned Malfoy. "All you needed was something up your arse to soothe that savage temper of yours."
Harry's lip curled, but any vitriol he was about to spew died on a whimper when Malfoy prodded his prostate. Harry tried to spread his legs but was hampered by the clothing twisted around his thighs. He had to settle for rocking back and forth, fucking himself on Malfoy's fingers. Harry whined in protest when those fingers slipped free of his body. He made to raise himself up again, only to still completely when he felt the blunt head of Malfoy's cock prod at his loosened entrance.
Malfoy thrust forward. He didn't pause to allow Harry to adjust; he simply set about fucking him hard and fast. Harry grimaced in discomfort, but it didn't stop him from pushing back to take Malfoy deeper. He'd needed this, although he'd be damned if he'd admit it to Malfoy.
Harry reached for his throbbing cock. Malfoy shoved his upper back again. "Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"
"Fuck you, cunt," seethed Harry. His rebellion earned him a stinging slap on his bare hip.
"Would you like me to pull out and gag you?"
"N-no," muttered Harry through clenched teeth.
Malfoy stopped thrusting, halting with just the tip of his cock still inside of Harry's hole. "What was that?"
"No," Harry repeated sullenly.
"No, what?"
Harry was going to murder Malfoy. "No, sir," he replied, all but choking on the words.
"That's better," Malfoy said smugly. He resumed thrusting, his thighs bracketing Harry's hips.
The friction of Malfoy's trousers on his naked skin was surprisingly erotic, and Harry continued rocking back and forth, willingly participating in his own debauchment. But Harry needed more.
"Touch me," he pleaded.
"Ask me nicely."
"Touch me, please," puffed Harry. "Sir." He was rewarded when Malfoy grasped his dick and began stroking him. Shameless, keening cries fell from Harry's open mouth. Malfoy twisted his hips and his wrist, and Harry was done. He shouted out loud as he erupted in Malfoy's hand, shuddering through his release. Harry's glasses finally fell free, and he wilted forward, pressing his face to the carpet as he heaved for breath.
Malfoy continued thrusting into him, scrubbing Harry's face on the carpet and no doubt leaving a mark. He wiped his hand on Harry's back, smearing Harry's own cum on his skin. Harry's lip curled again, but he lacked the energy to lodge a protest.
Malfoy slammed in hard and climaxed, filling Harry with his release. He withdrew quickly, causing Harry to hiss in discomfort. Malfoy ran his softening dick up the cleft of Harry's arse, marking him further and leaving Harry damp and sticky.
Malfoy stood, waved a cleaning charm over himself, and tucked his cock back in.
Harry toppled onto his side, rim twitching as warm fluid leaked from his hole. "Get out," he said tiredly.
Malfoy responded with an unpleasant laugh, gripped his wand, and Disapparated.
Harry lay there on the floor, wondering what the hell had just happened. Whatever it was, he couldn't, wouldn't allow it to happen again.