Birthday fic: Red Rosebud
Title: Red Rosebud
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex and slash (All characters are at least 18 years of age or older.)
Word count: 1065
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 rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for knic26 as a birthday gift. She gave the prompt of liquor, and since Draco made plans to meet Harry in a bar at the end of Callback Lover, this is the sequel.
Summary: Harry and Draco are astonished to find they are each other's mystery lover.
Draco sat at the bar in the Empire Hotel, nursing his second blueberry martini. He had downed the first one quickly to bolster his courage, but he knew better than to have more than two drinks before meeting his mystery lover, thus he was only sipping at his second glass. Absently, he reached to touch the rosebud in his lapel, verifying that it was still there. It wouldn't do to lose the flower when it was the only means the other man would have to identify him with.
He was beginning to regret having arrived early, because he now had too much time to think. He found himself wondering what the other man looked like. He'd had a pleasing voice...very pleasing, Draco thought, shivering with remembered ecstasy and shifting anxiously in his seat. If he was capable of bringing Draco to such a shattering climax with his words alone, how much better would it be to have that man's mouth and hands and body on him and in him? Blood rushed to Draco's cock at the thought.
It was early yet; perhaps he should go relieve this pressure in the loo.
~*~
It was approximately five minutes before eight when Harry arrived at the Empire Hotel and entered the lounge. His eyes were drawn immediately to the bar, where he presumed his blind date would be waiting for him. Not spying a red rosebud right away, he began making his way through the room when he accidentally bumped into someone.
Turning to apologize, he found himself staring directly at Draco Malfoy, whom he hadn't seen or spoken to in the past couple years. "Malfoy," he greeted cordially. Then, as his eyes were drawn to the red rosebud in the blond's lapel, Harry exclaimed, "Malfoy! It...it's you!"
Draco frowned at Potter until the implication of the other's exclamation registered. His eyes widened in shocked awareness as he blurted, "You're the one...?"
They stood staring at one another for a long moment, then suddenly both of them broke into embarrassed laughter.
Draco recovered first. "Well, well," he drawled. "Who would have guessed?" Potter just shook his head with a rueful grin, and Draco added as nonchalantly as possible, "Of course, if you want to forget the whole thing, I will..."
Harry interrupted Malfoy by lowering his voice and saying, "What I want is to slide my cock up your arse, just like we discussed." Malfoy's eyes darkened, and he swayed closer. Harry grasped Malfoy's elbow and turned him in the direction of the hotel lobby. "Why don't we book that room and take it from there?" he suggested.
Draco's tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and he replied, "I've already rented a suite."
"Then why are we wasting time down here?" Harry rasped, steering the blond toward the lifts.
~*~
The door to the suite had barely closed behind them before Harry was taking Malfoy in his arms and covering the other's mouth urgently with his own. Their mouths clung together hungrily, tongues twining in sensuous abandon. Harry's hands traveled down to Malfoy's hips, and he tugged the blond close, letting him feel how aroused he was.
Draco arched into Potter, rubbing his aching cock against the hardness that matched his own. Potter's tongue was thrusting into his mouth, and Draco was desperate to feel the other's cock thrusting into his body like that.
Harry lifted his head and gasped for breath. "Malfoy...Draco," he rasped, "I wanted to draw this out and make it good for you, but all I can think of right now is fucking you hard and fast, just like we did on the phone."
"Don't make me wait, Potter," whispered Draco. "I need it hard and fast, and I need it now."
They made their way into the room, tearing their clothing off as they went. The last few items were kicked aside, and finally, their naked bodies were pressed against one another on the bed. Harry spied a bottle of lubricant on the nightstand and was thankful that Malfoy had thought to ready the room ahead of time. Coaxing the blond to roll to his stomach, he grasped Malfoy's hips and pulled his arse up. He cupped the taut globes of his lover's arse and spread his cheeks.
What he saw stopped his breath.
Malfoy was wearing a slender plug, and as Harry withdrew it with a trembling hand, he saw that Malfoy was already well-oiled and prepared for him.
Draco mewled as Potter slowly pulled the plug free. It gave with a squelching sound, as his body clung to it with fierce greed. Once it was withdrawn completely, his arsehole fluttered in dismay, wanting to be filled again.
"Gods," Harry muttered, nearly dizzy with desire. There was no time to slick himself; if he didn't get inside Malfoy immediately, he was going to explode. Guiding himself into position, he slid his cock into Malfoy's arse.
The act of penetration drew ragged cries from both their throats.
Draco threw his head back and arched his back to take his lover deeper.
Harry drove forward until he was completely sheathed before pausing. "You feel incredible," he growled. "So hot and tight...just like I imagined."
His words, so like their telephone conversations, triggered Draco's own. "So good," he moaned, "you feel so good inside me..."
"Gonna fuck you now..."
"Yes..."
There was no establishing a gentle rhythm; Harry had waited too long for this. Instead, his hips pumped furiously, driving him into Malfoy's receptive sheath, over and over.
"Harder, harder," panted Draco, fists clenching in the bedding as Potter complied. "Yeah, oh yeah...right there..."
Harry couldn't remember enjoying a fuck so much. Malfoy was arching into each stroke and demanding more, and Harry was only too willing to give it to him. "You love this, baby, don't you?" he puffed.
"Yes...yes...yes..." Draco chanted on each powerful surge of the throbbing cock in his arse.
"Tell me," Harry demanded, plunging rapidly into the body writhing beneath him.
"Love it," Draco whimpered. "Harder...harder...ohmygod..."
"Scream for me, baby."
Draco was seized by an intense orgasm, and as his cock erupted untouched, he bucked his hips and screamed.
~tbc~
For those of you who are interested, knic26 provided the recipe for a Blueberry Martini:
Blueberry Martini
In a cocktail shaker filled with ice add:
3 oz Gordon's Gin
a splash of Chambord raspberry liqueur
a splash of Blue Curacao (enough to turn it blue)
Stir, don't shake (James Bond has been lying all these years) and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
Ravaged Rosebud
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex and slash (All characters are at least 18 years of age or older.)
Word count: 1065
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 rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for knic26 as a birthday gift. She gave the prompt of liquor, and since Draco made plans to meet Harry in a bar at the end of Callback Lover, this is the sequel.
Summary: Harry and Draco are astonished to find they are each other's mystery lover.
Draco sat at the bar in the Empire Hotel, nursing his second blueberry martini. He had downed the first one quickly to bolster his courage, but he knew better than to have more than two drinks before meeting his mystery lover, thus he was only sipping at his second glass. Absently, he reached to touch the rosebud in his lapel, verifying that it was still there. It wouldn't do to lose the flower when it was the only means the other man would have to identify him with.
He was beginning to regret having arrived early, because he now had too much time to think. He found himself wondering what the other man looked like. He'd had a pleasing voice...very pleasing, Draco thought, shivering with remembered ecstasy and shifting anxiously in his seat. If he was capable of bringing Draco to such a shattering climax with his words alone, how much better would it be to have that man's mouth and hands and body on him and in him? Blood rushed to Draco's cock at the thought.
It was early yet; perhaps he should go relieve this pressure in the loo.
~*~
It was approximately five minutes before eight when Harry arrived at the Empire Hotel and entered the lounge. His eyes were drawn immediately to the bar, where he presumed his blind date would be waiting for him. Not spying a red rosebud right away, he began making his way through the room when he accidentally bumped into someone.
Turning to apologize, he found himself staring directly at Draco Malfoy, whom he hadn't seen or spoken to in the past couple years. "Malfoy," he greeted cordially. Then, as his eyes were drawn to the red rosebud in the blond's lapel, Harry exclaimed, "Malfoy! It...it's you!"
Draco frowned at Potter until the implication of the other's exclamation registered. His eyes widened in shocked awareness as he blurted, "You're the one...?"
They stood staring at one another for a long moment, then suddenly both of them broke into embarrassed laughter.
Draco recovered first. "Well, well," he drawled. "Who would have guessed?" Potter just shook his head with a rueful grin, and Draco added as nonchalantly as possible, "Of course, if you want to forget the whole thing, I will..."
Harry interrupted Malfoy by lowering his voice and saying, "What I want is to slide my cock up your arse, just like we discussed." Malfoy's eyes darkened, and he swayed closer. Harry grasped Malfoy's elbow and turned him in the direction of the hotel lobby. "Why don't we book that room and take it from there?" he suggested.
Draco's tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and he replied, "I've already rented a suite."
"Then why are we wasting time down here?" Harry rasped, steering the blond toward the lifts.
~*~
The door to the suite had barely closed behind them before Harry was taking Malfoy in his arms and covering the other's mouth urgently with his own. Their mouths clung together hungrily, tongues twining in sensuous abandon. Harry's hands traveled down to Malfoy's hips, and he tugged the blond close, letting him feel how aroused he was.
Draco arched into Potter, rubbing his aching cock against the hardness that matched his own. Potter's tongue was thrusting into his mouth, and Draco was desperate to feel the other's cock thrusting into his body like that.
Harry lifted his head and gasped for breath. "Malfoy...Draco," he rasped, "I wanted to draw this out and make it good for you, but all I can think of right now is fucking you hard and fast, just like we did on the phone."
"Don't make me wait, Potter," whispered Draco. "I need it hard and fast, and I need it now."
They made their way into the room, tearing their clothing off as they went. The last few items were kicked aside, and finally, their naked bodies were pressed against one another on the bed. Harry spied a bottle of lubricant on the nightstand and was thankful that Malfoy had thought to ready the room ahead of time. Coaxing the blond to roll to his stomach, he grasped Malfoy's hips and pulled his arse up. He cupped the taut globes of his lover's arse and spread his cheeks.
What he saw stopped his breath.
Malfoy was wearing a slender plug, and as Harry withdrew it with a trembling hand, he saw that Malfoy was already well-oiled and prepared for him.
Draco mewled as Potter slowly pulled the plug free. It gave with a squelching sound, as his body clung to it with fierce greed. Once it was withdrawn completely, his arsehole fluttered in dismay, wanting to be filled again.
"Gods," Harry muttered, nearly dizzy with desire. There was no time to slick himself; if he didn't get inside Malfoy immediately, he was going to explode. Guiding himself into position, he slid his cock into Malfoy's arse.
The act of penetration drew ragged cries from both their throats.
Draco threw his head back and arched his back to take his lover deeper.
Harry drove forward until he was completely sheathed before pausing. "You feel incredible," he growled. "So hot and tight...just like I imagined."
His words, so like their telephone conversations, triggered Draco's own. "So good," he moaned, "you feel so good inside me..."
"Gonna fuck you now..."
"Yes..."
There was no establishing a gentle rhythm; Harry had waited too long for this. Instead, his hips pumped furiously, driving him into Malfoy's receptive sheath, over and over.
"Harder, harder," panted Draco, fists clenching in the bedding as Potter complied. "Yeah, oh yeah...right there..."
Harry couldn't remember enjoying a fuck so much. Malfoy was arching into each stroke and demanding more, and Harry was only too willing to give it to him. "You love this, baby, don't you?" he puffed.
"Yes...yes...yes..." Draco chanted on each powerful surge of the throbbing cock in his arse.
"Tell me," Harry demanded, plunging rapidly into the body writhing beneath him.
"Love it," Draco whimpered. "Harder...harder...ohmygod..."
"Scream for me, baby."
Draco was seized by an intense orgasm, and as his cock erupted untouched, he bucked his hips and screamed.
~tbc~
For those of you who are interested, knic26 provided the recipe for a Blueberry Martini:
Blueberry Martini
In a cocktail shaker filled with ice add:
3 oz Gordon's Gin
a splash of Chambord raspberry liqueur
a splash of Blue Curacao (enough to turn it blue)
Stir, don't shake (James Bond has been lying all these years) and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
Ravaged Rosebud