Calling Dragons 12
Title: Calling Dragons (12/12)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, slash, smut, language (For purposes of this fic, all characters are considered to be 18 years of age or older.)
Word count: 805
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: The end of the Calling Dragons arc! *sniffles a bit*
Summary: After Blaise's revelation, Harry rushes to make amends with Draco.
"Draco has always had his heart set on you."
Blaise's words were still echoing in Harry's mind, taunting him, as he rushed to Draco's front door and knocked loudly, hoping against hope that Draco would forgive him for walking out this morning.
Draco had had just enough to drink to give him a pleasant buzz when he heard the banging at his door. Flinging himself off the sofa, where he'd flounced for a good sulk, he stormed over to the entryway, already yelling. "Theodore Nott, I warned you never to come back here! Do you want me to punch you again..." His words cut off as he yanked the door open and saw Harry standing on the other side, a startled expression on his face.
Draco felt his face flush with embarrassment. "Oh. Potter, I..." Once more, his words were stifled, this time by Harry's mouth crashing down on his. He found himself grabbing onto the front of Harry's shirt just to keep his balance. When he was released, however, Draco didn't let go. "Wh-what was that for?" he asked, voice rough with mounting desire.
"That was for the fact that you apparently punched Teddy," Harry grinned smugly. Dipping his head once more, he claimed Draco's mouth in another spine-tingling kiss, not stopping until Draco moaned and arched against him. "That was to tell you how sorry I am for acting like such a berk this morning," rumbled Harry. "And this," he added, his lips barely a breath away from Draco's, "is to let you know I'd like nothing better than to get the chance to make you scream for me again."
With that, he seized Draco's mouth in a passionate, demanding kiss that left them both sagging against one another and panting for breath when they finally broke apart. Draco managed to utter, "Bedroom," whereupon he found himself suddenly being dragged unresistingly up his own stairs.
They had barely crossed the threshold before Harry and Draco were tearing at their clothing and each other's. Once their bodies were bared, they tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of grasping limbs and clinging mouths. When Harry grew impatient with the foreplay, he urged Draco to roll onto his back.
Draco complied willingly enough, his hips already lifting in anticipation.
Remembering where the lubricant was, Harry reached for the headboard, snagging the small jar and twisting the lid off. He dipped some out and went about preparing Draco...a task made more difficult by the blond's excited squirming.
Draco finally stilled when Harry moved into position between his legs. He held his breath as the blunt tip of Harry's cock nudged against his opening, then his breath was expelled on a sharp cry when his lover's cock plunged inside. Draco raised his knees higher to ease the burn, pleased when Harry didn't pause or let up. Instead, Harry withdrew and drove deeper on the next thrust, repeating the motion until he had established a hard, driving rhythm. He was hammering Draco's prostate on each stroke, and Draco responded with words of encouragement, his voice rising on every thrust.
"Oh, god, YES...ah, ah, FUCK...that's right, Har-REE..."
His voice spurred Harry on, and he pumped harder and faster, his balls slapping Draco's arse as he panted with effort. Draco's cries had melded into one long wail, which culminated in a high-pitched scream as an orgasm seized him in its clutches, causing his entire body to stiffen and shudder while his left leg straightened spasmodically.
Harry got caught up in Draco's uninhibited climax, and he thrust into the blond in a frenzy until his own body erupted in pleasure, deep inside of Draco. He spent a long moment gathering his wits afterward, sighing into Draco's hair as he felt the other's hand trailing lazily up and down his back. When he finally pulled free and moved to lie next to the blond, Harry couldn't help but grin at the serenely smug smile on Draco's face.
"Mmmm," Draco hummed contentedly.
Judging from his expression, Harry didn't think he'd be getting thrown out any time soon, so he ventured to ask, "So, what now?"
Draco propped himself up on an elbow. "I believe I still owe you breakfast, although at this hour, you'll have to settle for a late lunch."
Harry reached out to finger a silky lock of blond hair. "And then what?" he asked huskily.
Draco's lips quirked in a sly grin. "I may just keep you for awhile. After all, you're good in bed, and you'll be handy to have around should I ever find myself calling dragons again."
~fin~
Calling Harry
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, slash, smut, language (For purposes of this fic, all characters are considered to be 18 years of age or older.)
Word count: 805
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: The end of the Calling Dragons arc! *sniffles a bit*
Summary: After Blaise's revelation, Harry rushes to make amends with Draco.
"Draco has always had his heart set on you."
Blaise's words were still echoing in Harry's mind, taunting him, as he rushed to Draco's front door and knocked loudly, hoping against hope that Draco would forgive him for walking out this morning.
Draco had had just enough to drink to give him a pleasant buzz when he heard the banging at his door. Flinging himself off the sofa, where he'd flounced for a good sulk, he stormed over to the entryway, already yelling. "Theodore Nott, I warned you never to come back here! Do you want me to punch you again..." His words cut off as he yanked the door open and saw Harry standing on the other side, a startled expression on his face.
Draco felt his face flush with embarrassment. "Oh. Potter, I..." Once more, his words were stifled, this time by Harry's mouth crashing down on his. He found himself grabbing onto the front of Harry's shirt just to keep his balance. When he was released, however, Draco didn't let go. "Wh-what was that for?" he asked, voice rough with mounting desire.
"That was for the fact that you apparently punched Teddy," Harry grinned smugly. Dipping his head once more, he claimed Draco's mouth in another spine-tingling kiss, not stopping until Draco moaned and arched against him. "That was to tell you how sorry I am for acting like such a berk this morning," rumbled Harry. "And this," he added, his lips barely a breath away from Draco's, "is to let you know I'd like nothing better than to get the chance to make you scream for me again."
With that, he seized Draco's mouth in a passionate, demanding kiss that left them both sagging against one another and panting for breath when they finally broke apart. Draco managed to utter, "Bedroom," whereupon he found himself suddenly being dragged unresistingly up his own stairs.
They had barely crossed the threshold before Harry and Draco were tearing at their clothing and each other's. Once their bodies were bared, they tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of grasping limbs and clinging mouths. When Harry grew impatient with the foreplay, he urged Draco to roll onto his back.
Draco complied willingly enough, his hips already lifting in anticipation.
Remembering where the lubricant was, Harry reached for the headboard, snagging the small jar and twisting the lid off. He dipped some out and went about preparing Draco...a task made more difficult by the blond's excited squirming.
Draco finally stilled when Harry moved into position between his legs. He held his breath as the blunt tip of Harry's cock nudged against his opening, then his breath was expelled on a sharp cry when his lover's cock plunged inside. Draco raised his knees higher to ease the burn, pleased when Harry didn't pause or let up. Instead, Harry withdrew and drove deeper on the next thrust, repeating the motion until he had established a hard, driving rhythm. He was hammering Draco's prostate on each stroke, and Draco responded with words of encouragement, his voice rising on every thrust.
"Oh, god, YES...ah, ah, FUCK...that's right, Har-REE..."
His voice spurred Harry on, and he pumped harder and faster, his balls slapping Draco's arse as he panted with effort. Draco's cries had melded into one long wail, which culminated in a high-pitched scream as an orgasm seized him in its clutches, causing his entire body to stiffen and shudder while his left leg straightened spasmodically.
Harry got caught up in Draco's uninhibited climax, and he thrust into the blond in a frenzy until his own body erupted in pleasure, deep inside of Draco. He spent a long moment gathering his wits afterward, sighing into Draco's hair as he felt the other's hand trailing lazily up and down his back. When he finally pulled free and moved to lie next to the blond, Harry couldn't help but grin at the serenely smug smile on Draco's face.
"Mmmm," Draco hummed contentedly.
Judging from his expression, Harry didn't think he'd be getting thrown out any time soon, so he ventured to ask, "So, what now?"
Draco propped himself up on an elbow. "I believe I still owe you breakfast, although at this hour, you'll have to settle for a late lunch."
Harry reached out to finger a silky lock of blond hair. "And then what?" he asked huskily.
Draco's lips quirked in a sly grin. "I may just keep you for awhile. After all, you're good in bed, and you'll be handy to have around should I ever find myself calling dragons again."
~fin~
Calling Harry