Birthday ficlet and Challenge #3 for harrylovesdraco
Title: Unrestrained Behavior
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, pwp (All characters are considered to be at least 18 years of age or older.)
Word count: 530
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: Birthday gift for sectumsempress, whose prompt was What exactly did you put in that potion? I also used Challenge #3 for harrylovesdraco, which was "Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind..." The two went well together!
Summary: Draco's latest potion packs more punch than he had intended.
"Oh, fuck," Draco moaned as a particularly hard thrust battered his prostate and sent sparks shooting throughout the rest of his body. He was currently bent over the workbench in his potions lab with his robes rucked up around his waist, his trousers and pants down around his ankles, and a very aroused and determined Potter pounding his arse with a flurry of strokes.
Harry merely grunted in response and shifted his angle so that he was now striking his partner's sweet spot on nearly every thrust. He had to tighten his grip on Malfoy's hips when the blond squirmed in reaction. Harry wasn't thinking too clearly at the moment, and the one thought he had was to ride that pale arse to sweet release.
Draco was gripping the edges of the workbench so tightly, his knuckles were white. He couldn't let go in order to wank himself, but his climax was fast approaching even without the additional stimulation. When it hit, Draco howled in reaction and bucked in a frenzy, nearly dislodging the cock that had pleasured him so.
Harry cursed and hung on, still intent on pistoning his prick in and out of Malfoy's clenching little hole. His own voice echoed in the confines of the lab when his orgasm swept through him, causing his entire body to tense up and explode inside of Malfoy. He finally sagged forward, his own hands groping for the workbench as a means of support while he caught his breath.
Once he'd collected himself, Harry pulled free of Malfoy and went about righting his clothing, embarrassed at his unrestrained behavior. The other man straightened with a wince and put his own garments in order. They stood looking at one another guiltily for a moment, and then Harry glanced at the small spoon he'd used to sample the contents of Malfoy's cauldron and blurted out, "Bloody hell, Malfoy! What exactly did you put in that potion?!"
Draco scowled at his partner. "Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind..." he began.
"You said it was a mild aphrodisiac," Harry accused.
"What possessed you to actually sample it?!" demanded Draco as he felt his temper sizzle. He was the one who'd just been bent over a workbench and buggered rather forcefully, and now Potter was acting the victim?
Harry felt his face get hot. "Well, I-I thought it would produce only minor results..." he began lamely. In all honesty, he wasn't at all displeased with the actual results; he'd secretly wanted to shag Malfoy for months now--ever since he'd provided the financial backing for the other man to create his brilliant potions.
Draco was finding it difficult to hold onto his anger. He could have resisted when Potter's salacious attentions had become clear, but he'd been quietly lusting after him for some time. Still, professional decorum demanded he make some token protest. "Honestly, Potter, that was quite careless of you. What do you have to say for yourself?"
There was really only one thing to say, so Harry took a chance and ventured, "Are you busy tonight?"
Cross-posted to harrylovesdraco
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, pwp (All characters are considered to be at least 18 years of age or older.)
Word count: 530
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: Birthday gift for sectumsempress, whose prompt was What exactly did you put in that potion? I also used Challenge #3 for harrylovesdraco, which was "Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind..." The two went well together!
Summary: Draco's latest potion packs more punch than he had intended.
"Oh, fuck," Draco moaned as a particularly hard thrust battered his prostate and sent sparks shooting throughout the rest of his body. He was currently bent over the workbench in his potions lab with his robes rucked up around his waist, his trousers and pants down around his ankles, and a very aroused and determined Potter pounding his arse with a flurry of strokes.
Harry merely grunted in response and shifted his angle so that he was now striking his partner's sweet spot on nearly every thrust. He had to tighten his grip on Malfoy's hips when the blond squirmed in reaction. Harry wasn't thinking too clearly at the moment, and the one thought he had was to ride that pale arse to sweet release.
Draco was gripping the edges of the workbench so tightly, his knuckles were white. He couldn't let go in order to wank himself, but his climax was fast approaching even without the additional stimulation. When it hit, Draco howled in reaction and bucked in a frenzy, nearly dislodging the cock that had pleasured him so.
Harry cursed and hung on, still intent on pistoning his prick in and out of Malfoy's clenching little hole. His own voice echoed in the confines of the lab when his orgasm swept through him, causing his entire body to tense up and explode inside of Malfoy. He finally sagged forward, his own hands groping for the workbench as a means of support while he caught his breath.
Once he'd collected himself, Harry pulled free of Malfoy and went about righting his clothing, embarrassed at his unrestrained behavior. The other man straightened with a wince and put his own garments in order. They stood looking at one another guiltily for a moment, and then Harry glanced at the small spoon he'd used to sample the contents of Malfoy's cauldron and blurted out, "Bloody hell, Malfoy! What exactly did you put in that potion?!"
Draco scowled at his partner. "Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind..." he began.
"You said it was a mild aphrodisiac," Harry accused.
"What possessed you to actually sample it?!" demanded Draco as he felt his temper sizzle. He was the one who'd just been bent over a workbench and buggered rather forcefully, and now Potter was acting the victim?
Harry felt his face get hot. "Well, I-I thought it would produce only minor results..." he began lamely. In all honesty, he wasn't at all displeased with the actual results; he'd secretly wanted to shag Malfoy for months now--ever since he'd provided the financial backing for the other man to create his brilliant potions.
Draco was finding it difficult to hold onto his anger. He could have resisted when Potter's salacious attentions had become clear, but he'd been quietly lusting after him for some time. Still, professional decorum demanded he make some token protest. "Honestly, Potter, that was quite careless of you. What do you have to say for yourself?"
There was really only one thing to say, so Harry took a chance and ventured, "Are you busy tonight?"
Cross-posted to harrylovesdraco