Dissolute Delights
Title: Dissolute Delights
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, ANGST
Word count: 1370
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 xchubbycheeks who requested more of Club Coquette
Summary: Draco has regrets.
Thwarted in his attempt to escape, Draco went still. He refused to look at Zee. He couldn't.
"Talk to me, Cinderella," said Zee. He used his thumb to stroke Draco's side, an indication he wasn't as upset as Draco had feared he'd be.
"You're perfect," Draco began hesitantly. He remained facing away from his lover. "You're a bit of alright, from what I can tell. You're tremendous in bed-"
"And out of it, too, if I say so myself."
"...and you make me laugh," Draco continued. "But, you're not real. This is all just a fantasy."
"Do you want it to be real?" asked Zee.
"A part of me does, yeah," said Draco. "I wish I'd met you away from the club. Instead, Mum is trying to foist me off on Todd the Troll."
"What if it turns out I'm Todd the Troll?"
Draco nearly gagged. "Salazar, save me!" he gasped, turning his head to glare at Zee.
Zee laughed and gave Draco a light swat on his naked arse. "My given name is not Todd, I promise you."
"That's a relief." Draco remained tense, despite his words. He'd opened a can of flobberworms, and there was no easy way to get them back inside. He scooted to the edge of the bed, and this time Zee allowed him to leave. Draco all but fled to the en suite, where he took a quick shower. Once he returned to the bedroom, he dressed in silence.
Zee remained in bed, hands folded behind his head, watching Draco. "Do you plan to return to me?"
Draco paused in the act of readjusting his mask. "Do you want me to?"
"I don't scare easily, Cinderella, although it seems you do," said Zee. "We can pretend this conversation never took place, or we can explore it. I'll leave that up to you."
Draco responded with a stilted nod. "I...thank you," he stammered before leaving his lover behind.
Draco spent two days anxiously waffling over his conversation with Zee. Part of him was interested in exploring their relationship, or what passed for a relationship, outside of the club, while the other part of him wanted to maintain the fantasy and the anonymous, naughty aspect of Club Coquette.
Draco's final decision was aided when his mother began talking up Todd again, over tea.
Draco frowned. "He's a dullard."
"His family is well-heeled and enjoy a respectable position in society."
There it was. Respectable. Draco wanted more out of life. He wanted passion and laughter and a certain element of disrespectable. He wanted Zee.
Draco sat through tea and his mother's lecture, nodding at the appropriate times. That evening, he inserted a plug, dressed in his black leather trousers, black silk shirt, and a less flamboyant black mask. He looked like the Muggle hero, Zorro. He looked like Zee. Draco didn't want it any other way.
Fewer club patrons tried to grope Draco in his current costume. He was the annoyed recipient of one good, hard slap to his arse, but as it was a woman who'd taken the audacious liberty, Draco didn't tarry to upbraid her. He stepped through the French doors and into the garden, leaving the thump of music from the dance floor behind, along with the cloying scent of cologne and arousal.
"Cinderella," purred a familiar voice. "It's been far too long."
Draco's heart rate accelerated, and he turned to his lover with a welcoming smile. "It's been two days."
"I feared you had thrown me over for the staid and stodgy Todd."
Draco closed the distance between them and looped his arms around Zee's neck. "I didn't come here to talk about Todd."
"You came to admire the gardens, perhaps?"
"I came to indulge in some dissolute delights, but if you'd rather tour the gardens..."
"Let's not be hasty," said Zee. "I believe I can indulge your desires."
Draco shivered a little. "I'm counting on it."
By unspoken agreement, they ended up in Zee's private suite at the rear of the club. They shed their clothing quickly, although Draco made an effort to keep their nearly matching shirts and trousers separate. They fell onto Zee's bed wearing nothing but their masks.
Zee coaxed Draco onto his stomach and gently removed his plug. "Look at you, Cinderella. All slick and open and ready for me."
There was no foreplay; none was needed. Draco raised his arse, groaning low in his throat when Zee penetrated him, stretching Draco's rim around the girth of his cock. Zee paused to allow Draco to adjust to the sensation. He soothed Draco by stroking the small of his back as he waited.
Draco exhaled and pushed back, signaling that he was ready to proceed. Zee didn't hesitate any longer. He drew back slightly and then thrust in again hard. Draco gasped and clenched his hands in the sheets. Two days without this was too long. He arched his back to take his lover deeper. Zee drove in again and twisted his hips, stimulating Draco's sweet spot and wringing a cry of delight from him.
"Is that...the spot?" puffed Zee.
"Yes, yes," Draco moaned in response. Merlin, the things this man could do to him! Draco undulated in front of Zee, reveling in how his lover filled him. But, he needed more.
"Touch me," he panted. Draco clenched his teeth to prevent a whine from escaping when Zee's fingers wrapped around his cock. Draco's hips flexed forward as he sought to drive himself into Zee's grip.
"Do you like that, Cinderella?"
"Mm..."
Zee chuckled but otherwise saved his breath for their carnal activity. Draco was reduced to breathy little moans as he rocked back and forth, impaling himself on Zee's dick and thrusting his own prick into his lover's hand. The heat building between them was intense, as was the tension that Draco could feel winding tighter and tighter in his body. When that taut coil released, Draco climaxed with a lusty shout of pleasure. He sagged forward, ending up face-down in the pillows.
Zee's frenzied movements continued until he came in a pulsing rush. He wilted over Draco's back, gasping for breath. After a moment, Zee kissed Draco's shoulder, eased out of him, and slumped onto the bed.
"Fuck, you're incredible," he slurred.
Draco rearranged himself so that he was also lying down, facing his lover. He reached out and ran the pad of his thumb over Zee's lower lip. "I wish...I want..."
"Tell me," whispered Zee.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling exposed in spite of the mask he still wore. "Do you think we could be compatible in the real world?"
"Yes," Zee replied without hesitation. "Our compatibility has never been an issue. The question is, how invested are you in this fantasy world we've created? Because if we try to make a go of it away from Club Coquette, there will be no masks between us, no secrets, no illusions. Are you ready for that?"
Long, tense moments passed while Draco considered his lover's words. He needn't have bothered; there was really only one answer.
"Yes."
Zee exhaled softly and smiled. He sat up. "Does that mean you're ready to remove these masks?"
Draco hesitated. They were at the point of no return. If he agreed, there was no going back. He could continue living two separate lives, or he could take a chance and combine them into one brilliant whole.
Draco drew in a deep, steadying breath and let it out slowly. "I am," he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Zee's smile widened. "You're not scared, are you?"
"A little, yes."
"Then I'll go first."
They stared at one another for the space of several heart beats. Zee raised his hands and removed his mask.
Draco's breathless wonder turned to horror and confusion. He scrambled off the bed quickly and backed away.
"Don't-"
"I have to go," Draco blurted. He grabbed his clothing off the floor and ran from the bedroom. Once in the lounge, Draco hastily dressed, jamming his feet into his boots and not bothering to button his shirt. He fled the private suite, heading for the club and the Floo that would take him home and away from this nightmare.
Shattered Secrets
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, ANGST
Word count: 1370
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 xchubbycheeks who requested more of Club Coquette
Summary: Draco has regrets.
Thwarted in his attempt to escape, Draco went still. He refused to look at Zee. He couldn't.
"Talk to me, Cinderella," said Zee. He used his thumb to stroke Draco's side, an indication he wasn't as upset as Draco had feared he'd be.
"You're perfect," Draco began hesitantly. He remained facing away from his lover. "You're a bit of alright, from what I can tell. You're tremendous in bed-"
"And out of it, too, if I say so myself."
"...and you make me laugh," Draco continued. "But, you're not real. This is all just a fantasy."
"Do you want it to be real?" asked Zee.
"A part of me does, yeah," said Draco. "I wish I'd met you away from the club. Instead, Mum is trying to foist me off on Todd the Troll."
"What if it turns out I'm Todd the Troll?"
Draco nearly gagged. "Salazar, save me!" he gasped, turning his head to glare at Zee.
Zee laughed and gave Draco a light swat on his naked arse. "My given name is not Todd, I promise you."
"That's a relief." Draco remained tense, despite his words. He'd opened a can of flobberworms, and there was no easy way to get them back inside. He scooted to the edge of the bed, and this time Zee allowed him to leave. Draco all but fled to the en suite, where he took a quick shower. Once he returned to the bedroom, he dressed in silence.
Zee remained in bed, hands folded behind his head, watching Draco. "Do you plan to return to me?"
Draco paused in the act of readjusting his mask. "Do you want me to?"
"I don't scare easily, Cinderella, although it seems you do," said Zee. "We can pretend this conversation never took place, or we can explore it. I'll leave that up to you."
Draco responded with a stilted nod. "I...thank you," he stammered before leaving his lover behind.
Draco spent two days anxiously waffling over his conversation with Zee. Part of him was interested in exploring their relationship, or what passed for a relationship, outside of the club, while the other part of him wanted to maintain the fantasy and the anonymous, naughty aspect of Club Coquette.
Draco's final decision was aided when his mother began talking up Todd again, over tea.
Draco frowned. "He's a dullard."
"His family is well-heeled and enjoy a respectable position in society."
There it was. Respectable. Draco wanted more out of life. He wanted passion and laughter and a certain element of disrespectable. He wanted Zee.
Draco sat through tea and his mother's lecture, nodding at the appropriate times. That evening, he inserted a plug, dressed in his black leather trousers, black silk shirt, and a less flamboyant black mask. He looked like the Muggle hero, Zorro. He looked like Zee. Draco didn't want it any other way.
Fewer club patrons tried to grope Draco in his current costume. He was the annoyed recipient of one good, hard slap to his arse, but as it was a woman who'd taken the audacious liberty, Draco didn't tarry to upbraid her. He stepped through the French doors and into the garden, leaving the thump of music from the dance floor behind, along with the cloying scent of cologne and arousal.
"Cinderella," purred a familiar voice. "It's been far too long."
Draco's heart rate accelerated, and he turned to his lover with a welcoming smile. "It's been two days."
"I feared you had thrown me over for the staid and stodgy Todd."
Draco closed the distance between them and looped his arms around Zee's neck. "I didn't come here to talk about Todd."
"You came to admire the gardens, perhaps?"
"I came to indulge in some dissolute delights, but if you'd rather tour the gardens..."
"Let's not be hasty," said Zee. "I believe I can indulge your desires."
Draco shivered a little. "I'm counting on it."
By unspoken agreement, they ended up in Zee's private suite at the rear of the club. They shed their clothing quickly, although Draco made an effort to keep their nearly matching shirts and trousers separate. They fell onto Zee's bed wearing nothing but their masks.
Zee coaxed Draco onto his stomach and gently removed his plug. "Look at you, Cinderella. All slick and open and ready for me."
There was no foreplay; none was needed. Draco raised his arse, groaning low in his throat when Zee penetrated him, stretching Draco's rim around the girth of his cock. Zee paused to allow Draco to adjust to the sensation. He soothed Draco by stroking the small of his back as he waited.
Draco exhaled and pushed back, signaling that he was ready to proceed. Zee didn't hesitate any longer. He drew back slightly and then thrust in again hard. Draco gasped and clenched his hands in the sheets. Two days without this was too long. He arched his back to take his lover deeper. Zee drove in again and twisted his hips, stimulating Draco's sweet spot and wringing a cry of delight from him.
"Is that...the spot?" puffed Zee.
"Yes, yes," Draco moaned in response. Merlin, the things this man could do to him! Draco undulated in front of Zee, reveling in how his lover filled him. But, he needed more.
"Touch me," he panted. Draco clenched his teeth to prevent a whine from escaping when Zee's fingers wrapped around his cock. Draco's hips flexed forward as he sought to drive himself into Zee's grip.
"Do you like that, Cinderella?"
"Mm..."
Zee chuckled but otherwise saved his breath for their carnal activity. Draco was reduced to breathy little moans as he rocked back and forth, impaling himself on Zee's dick and thrusting his own prick into his lover's hand. The heat building between them was intense, as was the tension that Draco could feel winding tighter and tighter in his body. When that taut coil released, Draco climaxed with a lusty shout of pleasure. He sagged forward, ending up face-down in the pillows.
Zee's frenzied movements continued until he came in a pulsing rush. He wilted over Draco's back, gasping for breath. After a moment, Zee kissed Draco's shoulder, eased out of him, and slumped onto the bed.
"Fuck, you're incredible," he slurred.
Draco rearranged himself so that he was also lying down, facing his lover. He reached out and ran the pad of his thumb over Zee's lower lip. "I wish...I want..."
"Tell me," whispered Zee.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling exposed in spite of the mask he still wore. "Do you think we could be compatible in the real world?"
"Yes," Zee replied without hesitation. "Our compatibility has never been an issue. The question is, how invested are you in this fantasy world we've created? Because if we try to make a go of it away from Club Coquette, there will be no masks between us, no secrets, no illusions. Are you ready for that?"
Long, tense moments passed while Draco considered his lover's words. He needn't have bothered; there was really only one answer.
"Yes."
Zee exhaled softly and smiled. He sat up. "Does that mean you're ready to remove these masks?"
Draco hesitated. They were at the point of no return. If he agreed, there was no going back. He could continue living two separate lives, or he could take a chance and combine them into one brilliant whole.
Draco drew in a deep, steadying breath and let it out slowly. "I am," he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Zee's smile widened. "You're not scared, are you?"
"A little, yes."
"Then I'll go first."
They stared at one another for the space of several heart beats. Zee raised his hands and removed his mask.
Draco's breathless wonder turned to horror and confusion. He scrambled off the bed quickly and backed away.
"Don't-"
"I have to go," Draco blurted. He grabbed his clothing off the floor and ran from the bedroom. Once in the lounge, Draco hastily dressed, jamming his feet into his boots and not bothering to button his shirt. He fled the private suite, heading for the club and the Floo that would take him home and away from this nightmare.
Shattered Secrets