Birthday gift: Phone!sex arc 7 - Aching for More
Title: Aching for More (Phone!sex 7/?)
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: 1290
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 as a birthday gift for winged_wishes, who specifically asked for a continuation of the Phone!sex arc as a gift.
Summary: Harry and Draco spend the rest of the day in bed.
Harry and Draco spent the remainder of the day in bed. Although they indulged in sex whenever they fancied, they also spent a great deal of time simply talking. They'd shared a laugh over how Harry's apparent misdial had led to their current situation, and Draco revealed that Blaise was no more than a friend to him and just as likely as Harry was to play a prank. Harry was amazed to learn they had much in common, and even more astonished to discover that Draco was actually quite pleasant company. The fact that he was a bloody brilliant shag as well had Harry grateful for this chance to spend more time in the blond's company.
Draco had never realized how intelligent and well-spoken Harry was. He knew his former rival had barely scraped by in some of his classes at Hogwarts, but he was becoming more and more aware that it had been due in large part to the pressure Harry was under while Voldemort still lived. Harry was also quite the animal in bed, leaving Draco pleasantly aching, as well as aching for more.
They ordered room service when their physical hunger overwhelmed their sexual hunger, and they made frequent use of the shower--both as a means to get clean and as another venue to shag in.
It was later that night that Harry reached for Draco again, waking him from a light doze with eager hands and lips.
Draco's cock responded to the stimulation before his eyes even opened, but when Harry suddenly went down on him, his eyes flew open with a startled gasp.
When Harry released Draco, he sat up and slicked his cock, not bothering to prepare his lover. Draco didn't need it--not with all the sex they'd been having. Sitting back on his haunches, Harry grabbed Draco's legs and dragged him down the bed until his thighs were draped over Harry's.
Guessing his lover's intent, Draco raised his pelvis, then gave a husky cry of pleasure as Harry shifted forward and penetrated him.
"You like that, baby?" Harry crooned.
"You know I do," gasped Draco. His hips wriggled, trying to entice Harry to move.
"Tell me how it feels," Harry demanded, voice soft but no less commanding for it.
"Oh god," Draco moaned, trying to formulate a thought. It had been difficult enough on the phone when Harry had asked something similar, but then he hadn't actually been impaled on his lover's cock. "Good, so good," he finally panted. "I can feel you...so far up inside of me..."
Harry's own hips surged forward at the blond's words, driving himself even deeper and causing Draco's words to cut off with a sharp cry. Harry didn't pause; instead, he continued flexing forward, pumping his hips between Draco's legs. "How's this?" he huffed.
"H-harder," Draco stammered, arching as best he could in his current position, trying to meet each powerful thrust. His legs were spread wide, but his feet were on the bed, giving him the leverage he needed. Now, if only his lover would fuck him like he meant it...
Emboldened by Draco's demands, Harry grasped him by the hips and rose to his knees, lifting Draco's lower body with him. From this new vantage he was able to thrust harder, and Harry put his back into it, shafting Draco forcefully, over and over.
With his entire lower body raised off the bed, Draco no longer had any leverage to thrust up and into the flurry of strokes Harry was subjecting him to. Speared on Harry's pounding cock, all he could do was arch his back and beg for more. "Yes, Harry!...Give it to me...oh god!"
Harry didn't respond verbally, but his lips drew back in a snarl as he drove even harder into Draco's all-too-willing body, sinking into that snug, silky heat again and again.
Harry's thrusts were pushing Draco up the bed; he had to put his hands up behind him lest he be driven into the headboard. His body was open and vulnerable and completely at the mercy of a lover who was giving him none. Draco loved it. God, Harry could fuck like no one else. Neither of them was able to put a hand on Draco's cock, but he knew he wouldn't need it. The friction against his prostate, combined with the delicious sensation of being stretched around a thick cock over and over, was bringing Draco closer and closer to completion.
Driven by an overwhelming need to come, Harry kept up the relentless pace of his thrusts, unaware or uncaring that he was in danger of banging Draco's head into the headboard. Draco had told him enough times that he liked it rough, and that's what Harry was giving him. Seeking to penetrate his lover even further, Harry twisted his hips on his next thrust and ground his cock inside Draco.
The extra stimulation was all that was needed to send Draco hurtling into an intense orgasm. He threw his head back and screamed while his legs flailed helplessly in the air. He spattered himself with his own seed, but it was negligible when followed by the sensation of being pumped full of Harry's seed.
Harry knew he'd never tire of hearing Draco's sweet screams of release. That delightful sound, coupled with the manner in which his lover's body clamped down on him, caused Harry's climax to burst forth in a heady rush. As he spurted into Draco's clenching hole, Harry growled, "Mine," low in his throat. When his shudders finally ceased, Harry sank to his haunches once more and sat there, panting for breath, with Draco draped across his lap.
Draco lay in a blissful daze, still spread over Harry's thighs and sighing as he felt his lover's shrinking cock slip from the clasp of his body. His arms remained flung above his head, but he couldn't muster the energy to bring them down.
Harry felt his cock stir again at the sight before his eyes. A nude and sated Draco Malfoy spread and sprawled across the bed was something to behold. He was also something Harry didn't want to give up. He'd thought that spending another day in this man's company, and in his body, would be enough, but Harry knew now that he'd never get enough of Draco. He only hoped Draco felt the same way.
"Draco," he began, voice hoarse from sex, "I'd really...I'd like to see you again. After tomorrow, I mean," he blurted.
Draco blinked his eyes open and stared up at Harry's guileless expression. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. "I'd like that, too," he admitted, squirming his hips against the growing hardness beneath his arse.
Harry scooted out from under Draco, letting his lover's backside finally touch the bed. He kept Draco's legs spread by placing his hands on the insides of the blond's thighs, then he shifted forward to hover over Draco. He lowered his hips into position, poised to penetrate Draco once again, and whispered, "When can I see you?"
Draco raised his knees automatically, his own cock filling with blood again as Harry's nudged his opening, which was still moist from use. "I'll call you," he purred, pushing his hips up. "I have your number, remember?" The rest of what he may have said died in a gasp as Harry's cock slid once more into his welcoming heat.
~tbc~
In Favor of Dessert
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: 1290
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 as a birthday gift for winged_wishes, who specifically asked for a continuation of the Phone!sex arc as a gift.
Summary: Harry and Draco spend the rest of the day in bed.
Harry and Draco spent the remainder of the day in bed. Although they indulged in sex whenever they fancied, they also spent a great deal of time simply talking. They'd shared a laugh over how Harry's apparent misdial had led to their current situation, and Draco revealed that Blaise was no more than a friend to him and just as likely as Harry was to play a prank. Harry was amazed to learn they had much in common, and even more astonished to discover that Draco was actually quite pleasant company. The fact that he was a bloody brilliant shag as well had Harry grateful for this chance to spend more time in the blond's company.
Draco had never realized how intelligent and well-spoken Harry was. He knew his former rival had barely scraped by in some of his classes at Hogwarts, but he was becoming more and more aware that it had been due in large part to the pressure Harry was under while Voldemort still lived. Harry was also quite the animal in bed, leaving Draco pleasantly aching, as well as aching for more.
They ordered room service when their physical hunger overwhelmed their sexual hunger, and they made frequent use of the shower--both as a means to get clean and as another venue to shag in.
It was later that night that Harry reached for Draco again, waking him from a light doze with eager hands and lips.
Draco's cock responded to the stimulation before his eyes even opened, but when Harry suddenly went down on him, his eyes flew open with a startled gasp.
When Harry released Draco, he sat up and slicked his cock, not bothering to prepare his lover. Draco didn't need it--not with all the sex they'd been having. Sitting back on his haunches, Harry grabbed Draco's legs and dragged him down the bed until his thighs were draped over Harry's.
Guessing his lover's intent, Draco raised his pelvis, then gave a husky cry of pleasure as Harry shifted forward and penetrated him.
"You like that, baby?" Harry crooned.
"You know I do," gasped Draco. His hips wriggled, trying to entice Harry to move.
"Tell me how it feels," Harry demanded, voice soft but no less commanding for it.
"Oh god," Draco moaned, trying to formulate a thought. It had been difficult enough on the phone when Harry had asked something similar, but then he hadn't actually been impaled on his lover's cock. "Good, so good," he finally panted. "I can feel you...so far up inside of me..."
Harry's own hips surged forward at the blond's words, driving himself even deeper and causing Draco's words to cut off with a sharp cry. Harry didn't pause; instead, he continued flexing forward, pumping his hips between Draco's legs. "How's this?" he huffed.
"H-harder," Draco stammered, arching as best he could in his current position, trying to meet each powerful thrust. His legs were spread wide, but his feet were on the bed, giving him the leverage he needed. Now, if only his lover would fuck him like he meant it...
Emboldened by Draco's demands, Harry grasped him by the hips and rose to his knees, lifting Draco's lower body with him. From this new vantage he was able to thrust harder, and Harry put his back into it, shafting Draco forcefully, over and over.
With his entire lower body raised off the bed, Draco no longer had any leverage to thrust up and into the flurry of strokes Harry was subjecting him to. Speared on Harry's pounding cock, all he could do was arch his back and beg for more. "Yes, Harry!...Give it to me...oh god!"
Harry didn't respond verbally, but his lips drew back in a snarl as he drove even harder into Draco's all-too-willing body, sinking into that snug, silky heat again and again.
Harry's thrusts were pushing Draco up the bed; he had to put his hands up behind him lest he be driven into the headboard. His body was open and vulnerable and completely at the mercy of a lover who was giving him none. Draco loved it. God, Harry could fuck like no one else. Neither of them was able to put a hand on Draco's cock, but he knew he wouldn't need it. The friction against his prostate, combined with the delicious sensation of being stretched around a thick cock over and over, was bringing Draco closer and closer to completion.
Driven by an overwhelming need to come, Harry kept up the relentless pace of his thrusts, unaware or uncaring that he was in danger of banging Draco's head into the headboard. Draco had told him enough times that he liked it rough, and that's what Harry was giving him. Seeking to penetrate his lover even further, Harry twisted his hips on his next thrust and ground his cock inside Draco.
The extra stimulation was all that was needed to send Draco hurtling into an intense orgasm. He threw his head back and screamed while his legs flailed helplessly in the air. He spattered himself with his own seed, but it was negligible when followed by the sensation of being pumped full of Harry's seed.
Harry knew he'd never tire of hearing Draco's sweet screams of release. That delightful sound, coupled with the manner in which his lover's body clamped down on him, caused Harry's climax to burst forth in a heady rush. As he spurted into Draco's clenching hole, Harry growled, "Mine," low in his throat. When his shudders finally ceased, Harry sank to his haunches once more and sat there, panting for breath, with Draco draped across his lap.
Draco lay in a blissful daze, still spread over Harry's thighs and sighing as he felt his lover's shrinking cock slip from the clasp of his body. His arms remained flung above his head, but he couldn't muster the energy to bring them down.
Harry felt his cock stir again at the sight before his eyes. A nude and sated Draco Malfoy spread and sprawled across the bed was something to behold. He was also something Harry didn't want to give up. He'd thought that spending another day in this man's company, and in his body, would be enough, but Harry knew now that he'd never get enough of Draco. He only hoped Draco felt the same way.
"Draco," he began, voice hoarse from sex, "I'd really...I'd like to see you again. After tomorrow, I mean," he blurted.
Draco blinked his eyes open and stared up at Harry's guileless expression. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. "I'd like that, too," he admitted, squirming his hips against the growing hardness beneath his arse.
Harry scooted out from under Draco, letting his lover's backside finally touch the bed. He kept Draco's legs spread by placing his hands on the insides of the blond's thighs, then he shifted forward to hover over Draco. He lowered his hips into position, poised to penetrate Draco once again, and whispered, "When can I see you?"
Draco raised his knees automatically, his own cock filling with blood again as Harry's nudged his opening, which was still moist from use. "I'll call you," he purred, pushing his hips up. "I have your number, remember?" The rest of what he may have said died in a gasp as Harry's cock slid once more into his welcoming heat.
~tbc~
In Favor of Dessert