Fic: Naked Longing (3/4)
Title: Naked Longing (3/4)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17 (All characters are over 18 years of age)
Warning(s): Explicit sex and language, PWP
Word count: 1527
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: This is the (belated) third part of aoifeic's birthday gift.
Summary: Harry makes good on his promise.
Harry had fallen into a light sleep, and when he woke, it was to find Malfoy propped on an elbow and looking at him intently.
"I believe you promised me slow and deep," purred the blond.
Harry's cock throbbed and thickened, swelling with the urge to couple again. He sat up and ran a hand through his messy hair before returning his attention to the man in his bed. "I believe I also promised to use warming lubricant along with a ribbed condom this time," he countered, all but smirking at the visible tremor that quivered through Malfoy's frame. He turned to his nightstand once more, opening the drawer and rifling through the contents until he came up with the particular foil packet he was looking for, along with the tube of special lubricant.
As Malfoy watched him, his hand began playing with his own cock, grasping the end and thumbing the tip, which was already damp with clear fluid.
Harry opened the packet, extracting the textured condom and placing it over the head of his cock before smoothing it down. Malfoy's eyes were riveted to the sight, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Harry found himself wondering if he could get the blond to suck him off before this night was through. The thought of Malfoy's tempting mouth wrapped around his cock, his lips swollen and red, made Harry groan inwardly. Aloud, he said in a voice gone hoarse with need, "On your fours, Malfoy. I'm going to take you from behind, so I can watch my cock fuck your greedy little hole."
The blond released his cock almost reluctantly, then moved to comply, rolling over and rising on his knees. He remained on his forearms, his current position lifting his arse into the air in wanton invitation. Harry's tongue darted out over his own dry lips, and he had to tear his eyes away from the vision before him to reach for the lubricant. Squeezing a copious amount into his palm, he slathered it over the ridges of the condom he was wearing, then squeezed some more into his hand and moved up behind Malfoy. He used one knee to nudge the blond's legs farther apart, spreading Malfoy for his pleasure. The blond's hole had tightened up once again, and Harry dipped one finger into the lube in his palm and used it to swirl some of the gel around Malfoy's pucker. The gentle friction caused the lubricant to warm, and Malfoy whimpered and wriggled his hips in reaction.
Harry shuffled closer, but instead of penetrating his lover, he aligned his cock with the cleft of Malfoy's arse, rubbing it up and down while squeezing the pale globes around his cock. Once more, the motion caused the lube to heat up, and Malfoy began to beg.
"Potter, Potter, please," he gasped, arching his back and rocking frantically, whimpering at the sensation of the ribbed condom sliding back and forth across the sensitized nerves at the entrance to his body.
Harry's hands left his partner's arse, one going to the small of Malfoy's back to splay and press there to hold the blond steady, while the other hand slipped beneath Malfoy's abdomen to wrap around his cock. Harry began to fist his lover slowly, reveling in the needy cries that Malfoy issued at the sensation as Harry's warm, wet palm stroked his shaft, growing warmer by the instant, thanks to the special lube. His hips were hunching in the air as he fucked Harry's hand, and his voice was becoming breathier by the moment. Not wanting his lover to come too quickly, Harry gradually slowed the movements of his hand, drawing a whine of protest from his partner. "Soon," he soothed.
His own cock throbbed with the need to be inside his lover, and Harry responded to the urge by wasting no more time in mounting the blond. Malfoy gasped as he was penetrated, but Harry didn't give him time to adjust. Rather, he resolutely drove forward until his groin was nestled snug against the other's arse. He wrapped one arm around his lover's torso and hauled him upright until Malfoy's back was pressed to his chest. Harry's hand reclaimed his partner's cock, and he resumed stroking. Malfoy's head lolled back against Harry's shoulder, and his hips undulated, alternately thrusting himself into Harry's fist and working himself back and forth on the cock he was impaled on.
Harry cupped Malfoy's chin and encouraged him to turn his head enough so that he could cover the blond's mouth with his own. Kissing was so much more erotic when done while fucking, and his tongue mimicked the motions of his cock, thrusting into Malfoy's mouth to twine with the blond's tongue. Malfoy spread his legs wider to maintain his balance, and Harry's arms around him helped keep him upright. They rutted in that position until Harry's free hand suddenly pressed between his partner's shoulder blades, prompting Malfoy to drop to his fours again. Harry's vantage point allowed him to do what he'd promised--take his lover slow and deep--and he found himself panting at the sight of his cock sinking past the slick and rosy entrance to his lover's body. The other's hole was stretched tight around his cock and eagerly taking everything he had to give, clinging longingly to the ridged condom covering Harry's shaft as it penetrated, and grasping at the rigid length as it withdrew. The image was so tantalizing, that Harry was having difficulty concentrating on the other task he'd set for himself, that of making Malfoy climax hard enough to scream.
With an effort of will, Harry slowed his thrusts even more, gripping his lover's hips to hold him steady while he slid in and out, knowing that the sexual friction, which was compounded by his use of the textured condom and the warming lubricant, was driving Malfoy mad with want. The blond was panting harshly before him, and he turned his head, face partially obscured by the tangled fall of his hair, and snarled, "Faster, damn you!"
"You want it harder, too?" puffed Harry, lips pulled back in a wolfish grin.
"God, yes," moaned Malfoy, trying to drive himself forcefully back on Harry's cock.
If anything, Harry slowed his pace even further, saying, "I don't think so...I haven't heard you scream yet." The sound that rumbled out of his lover's throat was part groan of pleasure, part growl of frustration, but Harry paid him no heed. Malfoy tried to help things along by balancing on one hand and reaching for his cock with the other, but Harry gave him a rough shove, forcing his partner to brace himself with both hands or risk ending up face down on the bed.
Harry changed the angle of his thrusts so that he was only brushing Malfoy's prostate instead of prodding it directly. At the same time, he relented and reached once more for his lover's cock, sliding his palm over it slickly and warming it with the lube. Malfoy mewled in approval, trying to thrust himself harder and faster into Harry's hand. Harry forced his partner to adopt the rhythm he set, and he kept to a leisurely pace, relishing the manner in which Malfoy was unraveling beneath him.
"Please, Potter, please," he implored, reaching desperately for the sexual release that remained just beyond him. He was arching back and rocking forward, torn between the twin stimulants of Harry's cock and hand, not caring which gave him the ultimate pleasure, as long as one of them did. In the low light, his pale skin gleamed with a sheen of moisture, his muscles shifting beneath the surface with his erratic movements and quivering with need and longing.
Harry couldn't recall ever seeing a more erotic sight in his life. His own need for completion was becoming nearly unbearable, and he upped the tempo, thrusting harder and quicker into Malfoy, clenching his teeth as the increased friction warmed the lubricant even more. His lover reacted with incoherent cries of enjoyment, his supple back and slim hips undulating rhythmically beneath Harry's determined strokes. Malfoy was close. Harry could see it in the flush that spread across his skin, hear it in his breathless voice, feel it in the tension thrumming through his body.
Harry snapped his hips forward in a particularly hard thrust, striking Malfoy's sweet spot just so, and at the same time, he stroked his palm up the other's heavy cock and squeezed the tip.
Malfoy shattered. His back arched, raising his arse and grinding it against Harry's groin, his sheath clamping down hard, while his cock exploded, shuddering in Harry's hand and spurting over his fingers. His own hands clenched uselessly in the bedding, tugging at it in his frenzy. And through it all, Malfoy screamed.
~tbc~
Part four
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17 (All characters are over 18 years of age)
Warning(s): Explicit sex and language, PWP
Word count: 1527
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: This is the (belated) third part of aoifeic's birthday gift.
Summary: Harry makes good on his promise.
Harry had fallen into a light sleep, and when he woke, it was to find Malfoy propped on an elbow and looking at him intently.
"I believe you promised me slow and deep," purred the blond.
Harry's cock throbbed and thickened, swelling with the urge to couple again. He sat up and ran a hand through his messy hair before returning his attention to the man in his bed. "I believe I also promised to use warming lubricant along with a ribbed condom this time," he countered, all but smirking at the visible tremor that quivered through Malfoy's frame. He turned to his nightstand once more, opening the drawer and rifling through the contents until he came up with the particular foil packet he was looking for, along with the tube of special lubricant.
As Malfoy watched him, his hand began playing with his own cock, grasping the end and thumbing the tip, which was already damp with clear fluid.
Harry opened the packet, extracting the textured condom and placing it over the head of his cock before smoothing it down. Malfoy's eyes were riveted to the sight, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Harry found himself wondering if he could get the blond to suck him off before this night was through. The thought of Malfoy's tempting mouth wrapped around his cock, his lips swollen and red, made Harry groan inwardly. Aloud, he said in a voice gone hoarse with need, "On your fours, Malfoy. I'm going to take you from behind, so I can watch my cock fuck your greedy little hole."
The blond released his cock almost reluctantly, then moved to comply, rolling over and rising on his knees. He remained on his forearms, his current position lifting his arse into the air in wanton invitation. Harry's tongue darted out over his own dry lips, and he had to tear his eyes away from the vision before him to reach for the lubricant. Squeezing a copious amount into his palm, he slathered it over the ridges of the condom he was wearing, then squeezed some more into his hand and moved up behind Malfoy. He used one knee to nudge the blond's legs farther apart, spreading Malfoy for his pleasure. The blond's hole had tightened up once again, and Harry dipped one finger into the lube in his palm and used it to swirl some of the gel around Malfoy's pucker. The gentle friction caused the lubricant to warm, and Malfoy whimpered and wriggled his hips in reaction.
Harry shuffled closer, but instead of penetrating his lover, he aligned his cock with the cleft of Malfoy's arse, rubbing it up and down while squeezing the pale globes around his cock. Once more, the motion caused the lube to heat up, and Malfoy began to beg.
"Potter, Potter, please," he gasped, arching his back and rocking frantically, whimpering at the sensation of the ribbed condom sliding back and forth across the sensitized nerves at the entrance to his body.
Harry's hands left his partner's arse, one going to the small of Malfoy's back to splay and press there to hold the blond steady, while the other hand slipped beneath Malfoy's abdomen to wrap around his cock. Harry began to fist his lover slowly, reveling in the needy cries that Malfoy issued at the sensation as Harry's warm, wet palm stroked his shaft, growing warmer by the instant, thanks to the special lube. His hips were hunching in the air as he fucked Harry's hand, and his voice was becoming breathier by the moment. Not wanting his lover to come too quickly, Harry gradually slowed the movements of his hand, drawing a whine of protest from his partner. "Soon," he soothed.
His own cock throbbed with the need to be inside his lover, and Harry responded to the urge by wasting no more time in mounting the blond. Malfoy gasped as he was penetrated, but Harry didn't give him time to adjust. Rather, he resolutely drove forward until his groin was nestled snug against the other's arse. He wrapped one arm around his lover's torso and hauled him upright until Malfoy's back was pressed to his chest. Harry's hand reclaimed his partner's cock, and he resumed stroking. Malfoy's head lolled back against Harry's shoulder, and his hips undulated, alternately thrusting himself into Harry's fist and working himself back and forth on the cock he was impaled on.
Harry cupped Malfoy's chin and encouraged him to turn his head enough so that he could cover the blond's mouth with his own. Kissing was so much more erotic when done while fucking, and his tongue mimicked the motions of his cock, thrusting into Malfoy's mouth to twine with the blond's tongue. Malfoy spread his legs wider to maintain his balance, and Harry's arms around him helped keep him upright. They rutted in that position until Harry's free hand suddenly pressed between his partner's shoulder blades, prompting Malfoy to drop to his fours again. Harry's vantage point allowed him to do what he'd promised--take his lover slow and deep--and he found himself panting at the sight of his cock sinking past the slick and rosy entrance to his lover's body. The other's hole was stretched tight around his cock and eagerly taking everything he had to give, clinging longingly to the ridged condom covering Harry's shaft as it penetrated, and grasping at the rigid length as it withdrew. The image was so tantalizing, that Harry was having difficulty concentrating on the other task he'd set for himself, that of making Malfoy climax hard enough to scream.
With an effort of will, Harry slowed his thrusts even more, gripping his lover's hips to hold him steady while he slid in and out, knowing that the sexual friction, which was compounded by his use of the textured condom and the warming lubricant, was driving Malfoy mad with want. The blond was panting harshly before him, and he turned his head, face partially obscured by the tangled fall of his hair, and snarled, "Faster, damn you!"
"You want it harder, too?" puffed Harry, lips pulled back in a wolfish grin.
"God, yes," moaned Malfoy, trying to drive himself forcefully back on Harry's cock.
If anything, Harry slowed his pace even further, saying, "I don't think so...I haven't heard you scream yet." The sound that rumbled out of his lover's throat was part groan of pleasure, part growl of frustration, but Harry paid him no heed. Malfoy tried to help things along by balancing on one hand and reaching for his cock with the other, but Harry gave him a rough shove, forcing his partner to brace himself with both hands or risk ending up face down on the bed.
Harry changed the angle of his thrusts so that he was only brushing Malfoy's prostate instead of prodding it directly. At the same time, he relented and reached once more for his lover's cock, sliding his palm over it slickly and warming it with the lube. Malfoy mewled in approval, trying to thrust himself harder and faster into Harry's hand. Harry forced his partner to adopt the rhythm he set, and he kept to a leisurely pace, relishing the manner in which Malfoy was unraveling beneath him.
"Please, Potter, please," he implored, reaching desperately for the sexual release that remained just beyond him. He was arching back and rocking forward, torn between the twin stimulants of Harry's cock and hand, not caring which gave him the ultimate pleasure, as long as one of them did. In the low light, his pale skin gleamed with a sheen of moisture, his muscles shifting beneath the surface with his erratic movements and quivering with need and longing.
Harry couldn't recall ever seeing a more erotic sight in his life. His own need for completion was becoming nearly unbearable, and he upped the tempo, thrusting harder and quicker into Malfoy, clenching his teeth as the increased friction warmed the lubricant even more. His lover reacted with incoherent cries of enjoyment, his supple back and slim hips undulating rhythmically beneath Harry's determined strokes. Malfoy was close. Harry could see it in the flush that spread across his skin, hear it in his breathless voice, feel it in the tension thrumming through his body.
Harry snapped his hips forward in a particularly hard thrust, striking Malfoy's sweet spot just so, and at the same time, he stroked his palm up the other's heavy cock and squeezed the tip.
Malfoy shattered. His back arched, raising his arse and grinding it against Harry's groin, his sheath clamping down hard, while his cock exploded, shuddering in Harry's hand and spurting over his fingers. His own hands clenched uselessly in the bedding, tugging at it in his frenzy. And through it all, Malfoy screamed.
~tbc~
Part four