Ravaged Rosebud
Title: 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: 740
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: This is the sequel to Red Rosebud, and it is dedicated to anokaba in thanks for all her hot and lovely artwork.
Summary: Harry doesn't give Draco a chance to catch his breath before he initiates Round Two.
Harry's cock was still semi-hard as he slowly withdrew it from Malfoy's quivering hole...a hole that continued to clench around him spasmodically as he took his time pulling free. Malfoy was face down and arse up on the bed, trembling thighs spread wide, still panting heavily. Harry's cock finally came free with a soft pop, and the sight that met his eyes sent a renewed surge of blood into the organ.
Malfoy's hole was dilated and glistening from use, and a single strand of come maintained the connection between them. It hung suspended from the tip of Harry's cock and disappeared inside Malfoy's pulsing hole. Unable to resist, Harry's hips flexed forward, driving himself deep into his lover once more.
Draco was still trying to catch his breath and collect his scattered wits when Potter's cock plowed forcefully inside him again. He emitted a short, sharp scream...not of pain, but of intense pleasure.
"Need you again..."
"Yes," Draco moaned in response. His own cock hardened with renewed passion, and as Potter's hand grasped it and began to tug, Draco wailed in ecstasy.
This time, the fucking was slower but no less intense. Draco's body felt over-sensitized, and each stroke of Potter's hand and cock dragged a whimper from his throat. He could feel the results of their prior coupling dribbling from his hole and down the insides of his thighs, but rather than disgust him, it fanned the frenzy of his desire. It was animalistic and carnal, and he loved it.
Harry rode his lover smoothly and steadily, thrusting into him and enjoying the delightfully decadent sounds of their hot, wet sex. The room echoed with the noise and was permeated with the scent of their joining, and Harry's hips began plunging harder and faster, caught up as he was in the primal pleasure of fucking Draco Malfoy.
Draco had gone beyond the ability to form coherent words, and only sounds of raw passion were emanating from him. "Nngh...nngh...ungh..."
Harry was capable of speaking one word only, and he chanted it over and over as he pistoned in and out of Malfoy's slick, velvety heat. "Mine...mine...mine..." He raced toward his second climax, and as it hit, the word became a long, drawn-out howl of possession. "Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!"
The hand around Draco tightened almost painfully as the cock inside him exploded and filled him to the point of overflowing with a second burst of creamy release. He craved that sensation, that knowledge that his lover had found such pleasure in his body, and it precipitated his own orgasm, which erupted from him to dribble over Potter's fingers.
This time, Draco could not remain in position. His body was shaking too badly from the force of two intense climaxes in such a short period, and he shifted forward on the bed, wrenching himself off Potter's still-twitching cock to collapse face down in a trembling heap. He was wet with sweat and drenched with come, both inside and out, and he'd never felt more glorious in his life.
Harry fell forward in exhaustion, barely managing to avoid landing on his partner. They lay there panting, side by side, legs still tangled intimately, shoulders pressed together. Harry finally managed to roll to his back and prop himself up on his elbows. He looked at his own body and saw he was still wet and sticky from sex. A glance at Malfoy revealed an arse that gleamed with sweat and lube and spunk, and Harry didn't think he'd ever seen a more erotic sight. He cupped a possessive hand around one taut buttock and squeezed.
Draco hummed in lazy pleasure and turned his head to face Potter, eyes blinking open dazedly. His body throbbed in all the right places, and despite the post-coital tackiness he felt, he didn't want to move. For a week. His eyes were beginning to drift shut again when he heard Potter speak in a sex-husky voice.
"So, where do we go from here?"
Draco knew there was some deep meaning to the words that would have to be sorted out later, but for now he planned to live in the moment. "The room is rented for the entire night," he replied with a yawn, "and I don't plan on going anywhere."
~tbc~
Mounting Desire
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: 740
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: This is the sequel to Red Rosebud, and it is dedicated to anokaba in thanks for all her hot and lovely artwork.
Summary: Harry doesn't give Draco a chance to catch his breath before he initiates Round Two.
Harry's cock was still semi-hard as he slowly withdrew it from Malfoy's quivering hole...a hole that continued to clench around him spasmodically as he took his time pulling free. Malfoy was face down and arse up on the bed, trembling thighs spread wide, still panting heavily. Harry's cock finally came free with a soft pop, and the sight that met his eyes sent a renewed surge of blood into the organ.
Malfoy's hole was dilated and glistening from use, and a single strand of come maintained the connection between them. It hung suspended from the tip of Harry's cock and disappeared inside Malfoy's pulsing hole. Unable to resist, Harry's hips flexed forward, driving himself deep into his lover once more.
Draco was still trying to catch his breath and collect his scattered wits when Potter's cock plowed forcefully inside him again. He emitted a short, sharp scream...not of pain, but of intense pleasure.
"Need you again..."
"Yes," Draco moaned in response. His own cock hardened with renewed passion, and as Potter's hand grasped it and began to tug, Draco wailed in ecstasy.
This time, the fucking was slower but no less intense. Draco's body felt over-sensitized, and each stroke of Potter's hand and cock dragged a whimper from his throat. He could feel the results of their prior coupling dribbling from his hole and down the insides of his thighs, but rather than disgust him, it fanned the frenzy of his desire. It was animalistic and carnal, and he loved it.
Harry rode his lover smoothly and steadily, thrusting into him and enjoying the delightfully decadent sounds of their hot, wet sex. The room echoed with the noise and was permeated with the scent of their joining, and Harry's hips began plunging harder and faster, caught up as he was in the primal pleasure of fucking Draco Malfoy.
Draco had gone beyond the ability to form coherent words, and only sounds of raw passion were emanating from him. "Nngh...nngh...ungh..."
Harry was capable of speaking one word only, and he chanted it over and over as he pistoned in and out of Malfoy's slick, velvety heat. "Mine...mine...mine..." He raced toward his second climax, and as it hit, the word became a long, drawn-out howl of possession. "Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!"
The hand around Draco tightened almost painfully as the cock inside him exploded and filled him to the point of overflowing with a second burst of creamy release. He craved that sensation, that knowledge that his lover had found such pleasure in his body, and it precipitated his own orgasm, which erupted from him to dribble over Potter's fingers.
This time, Draco could not remain in position. His body was shaking too badly from the force of two intense climaxes in such a short period, and he shifted forward on the bed, wrenching himself off Potter's still-twitching cock to collapse face down in a trembling heap. He was wet with sweat and drenched with come, both inside and out, and he'd never felt more glorious in his life.
Harry fell forward in exhaustion, barely managing to avoid landing on his partner. They lay there panting, side by side, legs still tangled intimately, shoulders pressed together. Harry finally managed to roll to his back and prop himself up on his elbows. He looked at his own body and saw he was still wet and sticky from sex. A glance at Malfoy revealed an arse that gleamed with sweat and lube and spunk, and Harry didn't think he'd ever seen a more erotic sight. He cupped a possessive hand around one taut buttock and squeezed.
Draco hummed in lazy pleasure and turned his head to face Potter, eyes blinking open dazedly. His body throbbed in all the right places, and despite the post-coital tackiness he felt, he didn't want to move. For a week. His eyes were beginning to drift shut again when he heard Potter speak in a sex-husky voice.
"So, where do we go from here?"
Draco knew there was some deep meaning to the words that would have to be sorted out later, but for now he planned to live in the moment. "The room is rented for the entire night," he replied with a yawn, "and I don't plan on going anywhere."
~tbc~
Mounting Desire