Phone!sex arc 6: Sexual Surfeit
Title: Sexual Surfeit (Phone!sex 6/?)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex and slash, pwp (All characters are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1100
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: Part Six!
Summary: Harry wants to turn a one-night stand into a weekend of sexual surfeit.
It was mid-morning when Harry stirred again. Draco was still sleeping soundly, and Harry spared a moment to feel smug that he'd worn his lover out so thoroughly. He spent the next little while just studying Malfoy. Draco appeared so relaxed and almost angelic, although Harry knew from experience that he was anything but an angel in bed. His body reacted to the memory, and he wondered if Malfoy could be coaxed into another round of sex. If not, Harry certainly hoped he could convince the blond to see him again.
Draco woke slowly, savoring the moment. His body was relaxed and lethargic, which was indicative of a round or two of brilliant sex, and he ached in the most delicious way imaginable. When he finally opened his eyes, it was to meet the warm regard of Harry's green gaze.
"Morning, sunshine," Harry greeted.
"Mmm, is it still morning?" Draco asked with a yawn.
"Barely; it's about 10:30."
"Shit," Draco muttered, sitting up stiffly. "Check out is at eleven."
Harry cleared his throat, getting Draco's attention. "Actually, I booked the room for the rest of the weekend, and I took the liberty of putting out the Do Not Disturb sign."
He seemed almost embarrassed, and Draco fought a grin. "You're staying, then?" he asked.
"I was hoping to convince you to stay with me," Harry crooned softly, reaching out to stroke his lover's flat stomach. The muscles contracted beneath his touch.
"I don't know..." Draco sighed, playing coy. Inside, he was cheering at the thought of another twenty-four hours of sexual surfeit.
"Another day spent in this bed with your legs spread while I stroke you inside and out doesn't appeal to you?" teased Harry, dancing his fingers down Draco's abdomen to toy with his erect cock. Draco's legs parted in reaction. "May I take that as a yes?" coaxed Harry before putting his mouth to work nibbling on his lover's collarbone.
"Yes," Draco exhaled on a gasp.
Harry sat up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Do you remember our first phone call?" At Draco's cautious nod, he continued, "Do you recall what I said I would do to your nipples?"
Draco's body reacted almost painfully. "You..." he began, then licked his suddenly dry lips. "You said you would suck them like little cocks..." His words ended in a strangled groan when his lover did just that.
Harry's tongue flicked out, lashing the nearest nipple until it was erect and straining toward his mouth. He then closed his lips over it and sucked and licked until Draco was mewling and twisting beneath him. Harry moved his attention to the other nipple and repeated the process.
Draco was begging, babbling and pleading, and he didn't care. His nipples had always been sensitive, and having Harry perform the action on him that he had said he would over the phone was driving him mad with want.
Harry gave one last, swirling lick to Draco's nipple, then raised his head and demanded, "What did I say I would do to you next?"
"Oh god," puffed Draco. "You said...you said you would suck my cock...ah god yes!" he all but screamed as his most sensitive flesh was engulfed in moist heat.
Harry sucked the tip of Draco's cock, laving it with his tongue and then swallowing it down to the root. He had to restrain his lover's hips, as Draco was trying desperately to arch up and fuck his mouth. Harry reached blindly for the lubricant, managing to slick two fingers, which he plunged into the blond's hole at the same time as he delved into Draco's slit with the tip of his tongue.
Draco cried out and nearly levitated off the bed. "Potter, I'm going to come!" he wailed, tossing his head frantically from side to side on the pillow.
In a replay of that first, illicit phone call, Harry pulled his mouth off Draco's cock but continued to finger him as he rasped, "Are you ready for your fucking now?"
"Please, please," moaned Draco, bearing down on the skillful fingers inside of him. When Harry reached for a pillow, Draco didn't need to be told to raise up. He lifted his hips, entreating his lover to hurry.
Harry pushed the pillow under him, and Draco spread his legs wider, inviting him in. Harry's hips settled into place then surged forward, penetrating his lover almost to the hilt on the initial thrust.
Draco locked his ankles at the small of Harry's back and held on for the ride. He gripped his lover's upper arm in one hand, and he grabbed a fistful of dark hair with the other. "God...yes...harder..." he panted.
"You want it...rougher?" puffed Harry, thrusting rhythmically.
"Yes," whimpered Draco, arching to get more friction on his throbbing cock.
Harry let him have it, pounding forcefully between Draco's legs, knowing that his uninhibited lover could take it, and that he was loving it. Harry had often fantasized about shagging someone like this, but he had never found anyone who truly enjoyed a good, hard fuck the way Draco did. "You like it like this, baby?" he managed to ask.
"Yes...yes...yes..." Draco chanted in cadence with the hard, driving thrusts that were pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His voice was getting loud and frantic.
"You gonna...scream for me, baby?" Harry challenged, and that was all it took.
Draco's passionate cries echoed loudly through the room as his entire body tensed and contracted in a devastating climax. His release coated his own stomach, as well as Harry's, and his channel squeezed Harry's cock tightly as the waves of his orgasm rippled through him.
A possessive growl worked its way up Harry's throat as he maintained his brutal pace, pistoning in and out of Draco's rhythmically clenching sheath until his own cock exploded, filling Draco with hot bursts of pleasure.
They both came down slowly. Draco's arms fell limply to his sides, and his legs slipped off Harry's back as Harry's spent cock slipped from his body, and he sighed in utter contentment.
"Do you think you can handle another twenty-four hours of this?" teased Harry, nibbling lightly on Draco's earlobe.
Draco's smile was smug and sated as he replied, "If not, at least I'll die a happy man."
~tbc~
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Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex and slash, pwp (All characters are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1100
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: Part Six!
Summary: Harry wants to turn a one-night stand into a weekend of sexual surfeit.
It was mid-morning when Harry stirred again. Draco was still sleeping soundly, and Harry spared a moment to feel smug that he'd worn his lover out so thoroughly. He spent the next little while just studying Malfoy. Draco appeared so relaxed and almost angelic, although Harry knew from experience that he was anything but an angel in bed. His body reacted to the memory, and he wondered if Malfoy could be coaxed into another round of sex. If not, Harry certainly hoped he could convince the blond to see him again.
Draco woke slowly, savoring the moment. His body was relaxed and lethargic, which was indicative of a round or two of brilliant sex, and he ached in the most delicious way imaginable. When he finally opened his eyes, it was to meet the warm regard of Harry's green gaze.
"Morning, sunshine," Harry greeted.
"Mmm, is it still morning?" Draco asked with a yawn.
"Barely; it's about 10:30."
"Shit," Draco muttered, sitting up stiffly. "Check out is at eleven."
Harry cleared his throat, getting Draco's attention. "Actually, I booked the room for the rest of the weekend, and I took the liberty of putting out the Do Not Disturb sign."
He seemed almost embarrassed, and Draco fought a grin. "You're staying, then?" he asked.
"I was hoping to convince you to stay with me," Harry crooned softly, reaching out to stroke his lover's flat stomach. The muscles contracted beneath his touch.
"I don't know..." Draco sighed, playing coy. Inside, he was cheering at the thought of another twenty-four hours of sexual surfeit.
"Another day spent in this bed with your legs spread while I stroke you inside and out doesn't appeal to you?" teased Harry, dancing his fingers down Draco's abdomen to toy with his erect cock. Draco's legs parted in reaction. "May I take that as a yes?" coaxed Harry before putting his mouth to work nibbling on his lover's collarbone.
"Yes," Draco exhaled on a gasp.
Harry sat up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Do you remember our first phone call?" At Draco's cautious nod, he continued, "Do you recall what I said I would do to your nipples?"
Draco's body reacted almost painfully. "You..." he began, then licked his suddenly dry lips. "You said you would suck them like little cocks..." His words ended in a strangled groan when his lover did just that.
Harry's tongue flicked out, lashing the nearest nipple until it was erect and straining toward his mouth. He then closed his lips over it and sucked and licked until Draco was mewling and twisting beneath him. Harry moved his attention to the other nipple and repeated the process.
Draco was begging, babbling and pleading, and he didn't care. His nipples had always been sensitive, and having Harry perform the action on him that he had said he would over the phone was driving him mad with want.
Harry gave one last, swirling lick to Draco's nipple, then raised his head and demanded, "What did I say I would do to you next?"
"Oh god," puffed Draco. "You said...you said you would suck my cock...ah god yes!" he all but screamed as his most sensitive flesh was engulfed in moist heat.
Harry sucked the tip of Draco's cock, laving it with his tongue and then swallowing it down to the root. He had to restrain his lover's hips, as Draco was trying desperately to arch up and fuck his mouth. Harry reached blindly for the lubricant, managing to slick two fingers, which he plunged into the blond's hole at the same time as he delved into Draco's slit with the tip of his tongue.
Draco cried out and nearly levitated off the bed. "Potter, I'm going to come!" he wailed, tossing his head frantically from side to side on the pillow.
In a replay of that first, illicit phone call, Harry pulled his mouth off Draco's cock but continued to finger him as he rasped, "Are you ready for your fucking now?"
"Please, please," moaned Draco, bearing down on the skillful fingers inside of him. When Harry reached for a pillow, Draco didn't need to be told to raise up. He lifted his hips, entreating his lover to hurry.
Harry pushed the pillow under him, and Draco spread his legs wider, inviting him in. Harry's hips settled into place then surged forward, penetrating his lover almost to the hilt on the initial thrust.
Draco locked his ankles at the small of Harry's back and held on for the ride. He gripped his lover's upper arm in one hand, and he grabbed a fistful of dark hair with the other. "God...yes...harder..." he panted.
"You want it...rougher?" puffed Harry, thrusting rhythmically.
"Yes," whimpered Draco, arching to get more friction on his throbbing cock.
Harry let him have it, pounding forcefully between Draco's legs, knowing that his uninhibited lover could take it, and that he was loving it. Harry had often fantasized about shagging someone like this, but he had never found anyone who truly enjoyed a good, hard fuck the way Draco did. "You like it like this, baby?" he managed to ask.
"Yes...yes...yes..." Draco chanted in cadence with the hard, driving thrusts that were pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His voice was getting loud and frantic.
"You gonna...scream for me, baby?" Harry challenged, and that was all it took.
Draco's passionate cries echoed loudly through the room as his entire body tensed and contracted in a devastating climax. His release coated his own stomach, as well as Harry's, and his channel squeezed Harry's cock tightly as the waves of his orgasm rippled through him.
A possessive growl worked its way up Harry's throat as he maintained his brutal pace, pistoning in and out of Draco's rhythmically clenching sheath until his own cock exploded, filling Draco with hot bursts of pleasure.
They both came down slowly. Draco's arms fell limply to his sides, and his legs slipped off Harry's back as Harry's spent cock slipped from his body, and he sighed in utter contentment.
"Do you think you can handle another twenty-four hours of this?" teased Harry, nibbling lightly on Draco's earlobe.
Draco's smile was smug and sated as he replied, "If not, at least I'll die a happy man."
~tbc~
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