SURVEILLANCE: Flushed and Luscious
Title: Flushed and Luscious (43/?)
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, slash, smut
Word count: 1315
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 installment is for cinnamon_sins, who requested an update to Surveillance for her birthday. Hope it was a good one, dahling!
Summary: Porn in the morning.
One manly squeak was all Draco managed before Potter's mouth descended on his hungrily, stealing his breath along with his good sense. Had Draco been in possession of his faculties, he never would have shifted his legs apart, allowing his partner to settle between them and begin rubbing their hardened cocks together through their pyjama bottoms. And he certainly wouldn't have moaned in wanton need and arched his back to get more of that lovely friction against his aching cock.
Potter's wicked mouth left Draco's lips and trailed slowly over his jaw and down to his throat, licking and nipping along the way. Draco whined at each small nibble, already anticipating the moment that Potter would bite him sharply as he drove forcefully into him. Had he been more lucid, Draco surely would have rebelled at the thought, but all he was capable of at the moment was drawing his legs up to cradle his lover securely between his thighs.
Harry reached for the hem of Draco's T-shirt and drew it up slowly, caressing the smooth skin he exposed along the way. When the material was bunched beneath his lover's arms, Harry left off laving and kissing the blond's throat and swooped down quickly to plunge his tongue into Draco's navel. Draco responded with a breathy moan and a tight grip on Harry's hair. Harry worked his way back up slowly, licking hot stripes across his lover's torso and occasionally grazing Draco's skin with the edges of his teeth.
When Harry reached a peaked nipple, he sucked it into his mouth and rolled it over his lips and tongue, teasing it to an aching hardness. Draco gave an incoherent cry at the sensation, and he made no protest when Harry tugged his shirt off the rest of way, baring him from the waist up. He dove down and latched onto Draco's other nipple, treating it to the same exquisite torment until his lover was reduced to panting and pleading for more.
Draco barely noticed when Potter sat up suddenly and pulled his own shirt off, but when his partner's mouth reclaimed his own, Draco was keenly aware of the electrifying contact of skin on skin. One of his hands went from clutching at Potter's shoulder to running up and down the length of the brunet's bare back, marveling at the heat emanating from his partner.
Pleased with Draco's participation, Harry's lips began another torturous descent, stringing small bites and teasing licks down his lover's body until he reached the waistband of Draco's bottoms. Without hesitating, he began easing the pyjamas down, distracting Draco with more nips and kisses, which he scattered over the pale flesh that was revealed.
His pyjama bottoms were too confining, and Draco mindlessly raised his arse off the bed to allow Potter to skim the cotton trousers over his hips, down his legs and off. His eager cock, once freed, sprang loose to bob against his abdomen, smearing it with sticky juices. Potter groaned at the sight and licked his lips, and Draco's breath caught as he guessed his partner's intent.
Harry dropped Draco's cast off pyjama bottoms over the edge of the bed and reached for the lubricant stashed in the nightstand before maneuvering between the blond's willingly parted thighs once more. Draco's cock was flushed and luscious, and Harry gripped the base in one hand and brought the tempting treat to his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the slit, drawing a strangled cry from Draco, then closed his lips over the head and applied light suction.
Draco tried to thrust himself into the moist heat of Potter's mouth, but a strong forearm slung across his hipbones prevented him from doing so. A frustrated snarl worked its way up his throat, and he gripped his partner's hair tightly in an effort to get Potter to go down on him further. When the brunet obliged him, Draco's eyes rolled back in his head, and a series of whimpers escaped his parted lips. So focused was he on the incredible sensation of having his cock sucked, that Draco made no protest when a slick finger slid past the tight muscle at the entrance to his body.
Draco squirmed when Harry added a second digit, but he made no effort to escape the finger fucking he was getting. Encouraged, Harry continued to pleasure his lover orally while simultaneously preparing him for sex. When Draco's cries and jerky movements indicated he was perilously close to climax, Harry withdrew his mouth and his fingers and quickly shoved his own pyjama bottoms down before shuffling into the vee of the blond's thighs once more. He was pleasantly surprised when one long leg draped itself over his lower back as if urging him to get on with it. Positioning his cock at the entrance he'd carefully loosened, Harry pressed his face to Draco's neck and nuzzled him briefly before he bit down hard and thrust.
Draco gave a low, keening cry at the pleasure-pain of being bitten and penetrated. Potter's tongue was now soothing the stinging bite with tender licks, and Draco tilted his head to give his lover easier access to his throat. At the same time, he canted his hips up, giving tacit permission for Potter to soothe that ache, as well.
Harry's thrusts were shallow at first, but they gradually deepened until he was fucking Draco with long, hot strokes. The blond's other leg had wrapped around him, and he was now happily caught in Draco's clutches. He continued driving into the slick, silky heat of his lover's sheath, baring his teeth in feral pleasure. He could feel the rigid length of Draco's cock between them, damp and swollen with need. "Touch yourself," he growled.
Draco whimpered at the command and worked a hand between their writhing bodies, succeeding in grasping himself. He couldn't tug on his cock like he normally did when wanking, so he settled for squeezing it and sliding his thumb over the leaking tip. It was too much. The forceful thrusts of Potter's cock as it filled and stretched him and pounded his prostate, combined with his fingers gripping his own cock sent Draco tumbling over the edge. His body tightened up in a spectacular climax, and a shrill scream tore loose from his throat.
Harry never faltered in his own rhythm, as his hips pumped ruthlessly between Draco's legs, plunging his cock in and out until his own orgasm overtook him. He sank his teeth harshly into Draco's shoulder to muffle his cries of completion while he spurted inside his lover. Harry remained frozen in that position until his spent cock was no longer twitching within Draco's pulsing hole. He withdrew his teeth and cock at the same time, pressing a soft kiss to Draco's shoulder in apology for the abuse he'd subjected it to.
Muzzily, Draco responded to Potter's sudden tenderness by sighing in pleasure and threading his fingers through his lover's hair caressingly. When Potter rolled onto his side and drew Draco back to lie spooned against him, Draco allowed it momentarily before trying to squirm away.
Harry tightened his arms around his mercurial lover and mumbled, "Stay here and snuggle with me."
"I do not snuggle," Draco informed him icily, even as his body was relaxing into post-coital lethargy.
"Stop arguing," Harry scolded him. "You like to snuggle."
"I do not" Draco protested, but it was half-hearted at best, and his eyes were already drooping. As he was sinking into slumber once more, he thought he heard Harry's voice.
"Maybe not, but I do."
Partners and Lovers
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, slash, smut
Word count: 1315
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 installment is for cinnamon_sins, who requested an update to Surveillance for her birthday. Hope it was a good one, dahling!
Summary: Porn in the morning.
One manly squeak was all Draco managed before Potter's mouth descended on his hungrily, stealing his breath along with his good sense. Had Draco been in possession of his faculties, he never would have shifted his legs apart, allowing his partner to settle between them and begin rubbing their hardened cocks together through their pyjama bottoms. And he certainly wouldn't have moaned in wanton need and arched his back to get more of that lovely friction against his aching cock.
Potter's wicked mouth left Draco's lips and trailed slowly over his jaw and down to his throat, licking and nipping along the way. Draco whined at each small nibble, already anticipating the moment that Potter would bite him sharply as he drove forcefully into him. Had he been more lucid, Draco surely would have rebelled at the thought, but all he was capable of at the moment was drawing his legs up to cradle his lover securely between his thighs.
Harry reached for the hem of Draco's T-shirt and drew it up slowly, caressing the smooth skin he exposed along the way. When the material was bunched beneath his lover's arms, Harry left off laving and kissing the blond's throat and swooped down quickly to plunge his tongue into Draco's navel. Draco responded with a breathy moan and a tight grip on Harry's hair. Harry worked his way back up slowly, licking hot stripes across his lover's torso and occasionally grazing Draco's skin with the edges of his teeth.
When Harry reached a peaked nipple, he sucked it into his mouth and rolled it over his lips and tongue, teasing it to an aching hardness. Draco gave an incoherent cry at the sensation, and he made no protest when Harry tugged his shirt off the rest of way, baring him from the waist up. He dove down and latched onto Draco's other nipple, treating it to the same exquisite torment until his lover was reduced to panting and pleading for more.
Draco barely noticed when Potter sat up suddenly and pulled his own shirt off, but when his partner's mouth reclaimed his own, Draco was keenly aware of the electrifying contact of skin on skin. One of his hands went from clutching at Potter's shoulder to running up and down the length of the brunet's bare back, marveling at the heat emanating from his partner.
Pleased with Draco's participation, Harry's lips began another torturous descent, stringing small bites and teasing licks down his lover's body until he reached the waistband of Draco's bottoms. Without hesitating, he began easing the pyjamas down, distracting Draco with more nips and kisses, which he scattered over the pale flesh that was revealed.
His pyjama bottoms were too confining, and Draco mindlessly raised his arse off the bed to allow Potter to skim the cotton trousers over his hips, down his legs and off. His eager cock, once freed, sprang loose to bob against his abdomen, smearing it with sticky juices. Potter groaned at the sight and licked his lips, and Draco's breath caught as he guessed his partner's intent.
Harry dropped Draco's cast off pyjama bottoms over the edge of the bed and reached for the lubricant stashed in the nightstand before maneuvering between the blond's willingly parted thighs once more. Draco's cock was flushed and luscious, and Harry gripped the base in one hand and brought the tempting treat to his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the slit, drawing a strangled cry from Draco, then closed his lips over the head and applied light suction.
Draco tried to thrust himself into the moist heat of Potter's mouth, but a strong forearm slung across his hipbones prevented him from doing so. A frustrated snarl worked its way up his throat, and he gripped his partner's hair tightly in an effort to get Potter to go down on him further. When the brunet obliged him, Draco's eyes rolled back in his head, and a series of whimpers escaped his parted lips. So focused was he on the incredible sensation of having his cock sucked, that Draco made no protest when a slick finger slid past the tight muscle at the entrance to his body.
Draco squirmed when Harry added a second digit, but he made no effort to escape the finger fucking he was getting. Encouraged, Harry continued to pleasure his lover orally while simultaneously preparing him for sex. When Draco's cries and jerky movements indicated he was perilously close to climax, Harry withdrew his mouth and his fingers and quickly shoved his own pyjama bottoms down before shuffling into the vee of the blond's thighs once more. He was pleasantly surprised when one long leg draped itself over his lower back as if urging him to get on with it. Positioning his cock at the entrance he'd carefully loosened, Harry pressed his face to Draco's neck and nuzzled him briefly before he bit down hard and thrust.
Draco gave a low, keening cry at the pleasure-pain of being bitten and penetrated. Potter's tongue was now soothing the stinging bite with tender licks, and Draco tilted his head to give his lover easier access to his throat. At the same time, he canted his hips up, giving tacit permission for Potter to soothe that ache, as well.
Harry's thrusts were shallow at first, but they gradually deepened until he was fucking Draco with long, hot strokes. The blond's other leg had wrapped around him, and he was now happily caught in Draco's clutches. He continued driving into the slick, silky heat of his lover's sheath, baring his teeth in feral pleasure. He could feel the rigid length of Draco's cock between them, damp and swollen with need. "Touch yourself," he growled.
Draco whimpered at the command and worked a hand between their writhing bodies, succeeding in grasping himself. He couldn't tug on his cock like he normally did when wanking, so he settled for squeezing it and sliding his thumb over the leaking tip. It was too much. The forceful thrusts of Potter's cock as it filled and stretched him and pounded his prostate, combined with his fingers gripping his own cock sent Draco tumbling over the edge. His body tightened up in a spectacular climax, and a shrill scream tore loose from his throat.
Harry never faltered in his own rhythm, as his hips pumped ruthlessly between Draco's legs, plunging his cock in and out until his own orgasm overtook him. He sank his teeth harshly into Draco's shoulder to muffle his cries of completion while he spurted inside his lover. Harry remained frozen in that position until his spent cock was no longer twitching within Draco's pulsing hole. He withdrew his teeth and cock at the same time, pressing a soft kiss to Draco's shoulder in apology for the abuse he'd subjected it to.
Muzzily, Draco responded to Potter's sudden tenderness by sighing in pleasure and threading his fingers through his lover's hair caressingly. When Potter rolled onto his side and drew Draco back to lie spooned against him, Draco allowed it momentarily before trying to squirm away.
Harry tightened his arms around his mercurial lover and mumbled, "Stay here and snuggle with me."
"I do not snuggle," Draco informed him icily, even as his body was relaxing into post-coital lethargy.
"Stop arguing," Harry scolded him. "You like to snuggle."
"I do not" Draco protested, but it was half-hearted at best, and his eyes were already drooping. As he was sinking into slumber once more, he thought he heard Harry's voice.
"Maybe not, but I do."
Partners and Lovers