Phone!sex arc 8: In Favor of Dessert
Title: In Favor of Dessert (Phone!sex 8/?)
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: 945
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 j_carter, who requested a continuation of the Phone!sex arc as a gift.
Summary: After their weekend sex-a-thon, Harry and Draco spend as much time as possible together.
Even after returning to their respective homes following their whirlwind weekend of sex, Harry and Draco spent all of their free time together. They talked and got to know one another better and shagged as frequently as possible. They went out with their friends from time to time, so as not to be labeled anti-social, but because their relationship was still in its new stages, they spent the majority of their time together.
On this particular evening, dinner was at Harry's flat, or rather, it was supposed to be at Harry's flat. As soon as Draco had arrived, dinner had been forgotten in favor of dessert.
Draco twisted anxiously on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets in an effort to keep from flying apart.
Harry had declared he would dine on Draco, and he was making good on his promise, devouring his lover from temple to toes. He was currently working his way back up Draco's body, licking and nibbling up the insides of Draco's thighs as he approached his ultimate goal.
Draco yipped when Harry's mouth closed over the crown of his cock, enveloping it in wet, sucking heat. Draco surrendered to the sensation, acknowledging in that moment Harry's mastery over him. After spending a weekend cloistered in a hotel with this man, there was no use denying that Harry owned his body, and Draco willingly let him do with it what he would.
Harry focused his attention on Draco's cock, by turns sucking it and winding his tongue about it sinuously. At the same time, he fondled his lover's sac, rolling the bollocks in one hand and squeezing gently. So attuned was he now to Draco's responses that he knew by the slight catch of his breath that he was close. Releasing his prize, Harry sat up and asked, "Do you want me to finish you like this, or do you want me to fuck you?"
"I want to come with you inside me," Draco replied without hesitation.
Harry grinned and reached for the lubricant, motioning for Draco to roll over as he did so.
Draco flipped onto his stomach and lifted his arse, waiting breathlessly while Harry went about preparing him. "Harry," he whinged, when it seemed to be taking too long.
Harry smiled in wicked glee as he removed his fingers from the grip of Draco's body. Positioning himself behind his lover, he crooned, "Tell me what you want, baby."
"Fuck me, Harry," he pleaded, "fuck me hard."
Harry was only too happy to comply. He shifted forward, positioning his cock at Draco's relaxed entrance, and plunged inside the velvety heat. Draco reacted with a lusty cry, spurring Harry to drive forward until he was completely buried in his lover's body. "You feel so good," he praised, stroking his hands over Draco's back and hips and thighs. He slid one hand beneath Draco's stomach and closed his fingers around Draco's cock.
Draco thrust his hips forward, automatically fucking Harry's fist as he was stroked. Each time he drew back, Harry pounded into him, leaving Draco awash in sexual bliss. "Oh god, Harry...harder," he puffed, wanting more...always more.
Harry increased the force of his thrusts, slamming into Draco again and again. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the room, nearly drowning the noise of the bed springs creaking. Their voices, however, rose above all--dirty talk combined with moans and pants and whimpers.
Draco was reduced to babbling incoherently, and his voice was getting louder.
"Come on, baby," coaxed Harry, shafting him harder. "You know you want to come...tell me, baby..."
"Yes, Harry! Yes!" cried Draco, hanging onto the bedding as if his life depended on it. He pushed his arse back to meet the stroke of Harry's cock, then snapped his hips forward into the grip of his lover's hand. He was close to release and getting closer...just an extra bit of stimulation...
"Let me hear those sweet screams, baby."
That was all it took to propel Draco over the edge. His voice rose in a wild, ululating cry as his entire body shook and spasmed.
Harry waited until Draco finally relaxed before releasing his lover's cock and using both hands to grip Draco's hips firmly, holding him in place as he continued to plow into his quivering hole relentlessly.
Draco sighed and rubbed his cheek against the pillow, enjoying the trembling aftershocks of his orgasm while his lover sought his own pleasure in his body. He smiled in satisfaction when Harry thrust deep a final time and flooded him with wetness.
Harry knelt behind Draco, breathing hard, until he found the energy to uncouple them and flop bonelessly to his side next to Draco. As Draco settled beside him, Harry reached out and fingered a lock of damp blond hair. Even though they spent nearly all of their free time together, he knew he'd never get enough of Draco. Propping himself on an elbow, Harry blurted suddenly, "Move in with me."
Draco's eyes flew open. "I...what?!"
"Move in with me," Harry repeated. "I hate being apart from you. Think of it, Draco," he continued, sitting up now in his growing excitement. "Unlimited sex. We could fuck in every room in this flat, on each piece of furniture and on every available flat surface. My cock would be up your arse more often than not. What do you say?"
There was really only one thing Draco could say. "Agree to move into my flat, and you have yourself a deal."
~tbc~
Relentless Rhythm
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: 945
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 j_carter, who requested a continuation of the Phone!sex arc as a gift.
Summary: After their weekend sex-a-thon, Harry and Draco spend as much time as possible together.
Even after returning to their respective homes following their whirlwind weekend of sex, Harry and Draco spent all of their free time together. They talked and got to know one another better and shagged as frequently as possible. They went out with their friends from time to time, so as not to be labeled anti-social, but because their relationship was still in its new stages, they spent the majority of their time together.
On this particular evening, dinner was at Harry's flat, or rather, it was supposed to be at Harry's flat. As soon as Draco had arrived, dinner had been forgotten in favor of dessert.
Draco twisted anxiously on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets in an effort to keep from flying apart.
Harry had declared he would dine on Draco, and he was making good on his promise, devouring his lover from temple to toes. He was currently working his way back up Draco's body, licking and nibbling up the insides of Draco's thighs as he approached his ultimate goal.
Draco yipped when Harry's mouth closed over the crown of his cock, enveloping it in wet, sucking heat. Draco surrendered to the sensation, acknowledging in that moment Harry's mastery over him. After spending a weekend cloistered in a hotel with this man, there was no use denying that Harry owned his body, and Draco willingly let him do with it what he would.
Harry focused his attention on Draco's cock, by turns sucking it and winding his tongue about it sinuously. At the same time, he fondled his lover's sac, rolling the bollocks in one hand and squeezing gently. So attuned was he now to Draco's responses that he knew by the slight catch of his breath that he was close. Releasing his prize, Harry sat up and asked, "Do you want me to finish you like this, or do you want me to fuck you?"
"I want to come with you inside me," Draco replied without hesitation.
Harry grinned and reached for the lubricant, motioning for Draco to roll over as he did so.
Draco flipped onto his stomach and lifted his arse, waiting breathlessly while Harry went about preparing him. "Harry," he whinged, when it seemed to be taking too long.
Harry smiled in wicked glee as he removed his fingers from the grip of Draco's body. Positioning himself behind his lover, he crooned, "Tell me what you want, baby."
"Fuck me, Harry," he pleaded, "fuck me hard."
Harry was only too happy to comply. He shifted forward, positioning his cock at Draco's relaxed entrance, and plunged inside the velvety heat. Draco reacted with a lusty cry, spurring Harry to drive forward until he was completely buried in his lover's body. "You feel so good," he praised, stroking his hands over Draco's back and hips and thighs. He slid one hand beneath Draco's stomach and closed his fingers around Draco's cock.
Draco thrust his hips forward, automatically fucking Harry's fist as he was stroked. Each time he drew back, Harry pounded into him, leaving Draco awash in sexual bliss. "Oh god, Harry...harder," he puffed, wanting more...always more.
Harry increased the force of his thrusts, slamming into Draco again and again. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the room, nearly drowning the noise of the bed springs creaking. Their voices, however, rose above all--dirty talk combined with moans and pants and whimpers.
Draco was reduced to babbling incoherently, and his voice was getting louder.
"Come on, baby," coaxed Harry, shafting him harder. "You know you want to come...tell me, baby..."
"Yes, Harry! Yes!" cried Draco, hanging onto the bedding as if his life depended on it. He pushed his arse back to meet the stroke of Harry's cock, then snapped his hips forward into the grip of his lover's hand. He was close to release and getting closer...just an extra bit of stimulation...
"Let me hear those sweet screams, baby."
That was all it took to propel Draco over the edge. His voice rose in a wild, ululating cry as his entire body shook and spasmed.
Harry waited until Draco finally relaxed before releasing his lover's cock and using both hands to grip Draco's hips firmly, holding him in place as he continued to plow into his quivering hole relentlessly.
Draco sighed and rubbed his cheek against the pillow, enjoying the trembling aftershocks of his orgasm while his lover sought his own pleasure in his body. He smiled in satisfaction when Harry thrust deep a final time and flooded him with wetness.
Harry knelt behind Draco, breathing hard, until he found the energy to uncouple them and flop bonelessly to his side next to Draco. As Draco settled beside him, Harry reached out and fingered a lock of damp blond hair. Even though they spent nearly all of their free time together, he knew he'd never get enough of Draco. Propping himself on an elbow, Harry blurted suddenly, "Move in with me."
Draco's eyes flew open. "I...what?!"
"Move in with me," Harry repeated. "I hate being apart from you. Think of it, Draco," he continued, sitting up now in his growing excitement. "Unlimited sex. We could fuck in every room in this flat, on each piece of furniture and on every available flat surface. My cock would be up your arse more often than not. What do you say?"
There was really only one thing Draco could say. "Agree to move into my flat, and you have yourself a deal."
~tbc~
Relentless Rhythm