Phone!sex arc #11: Begging Without Words
Title: Begging Without Words (Phone!sex 11/12)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, slash, pwp (All characters are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 850
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 sesheta_66, who won November's JMDC drawing and requested an update to this series.
Summary: Harry comes home...and comes again.
Harry strode in the front door of the flat and dropped his traveling cloak and bags on the floor. He'd been away from Draco for four days...four damned days, and he was hard and eager to fuck his lover again.
Draco had jumped up from the sofa when he heard the door slam, and he came around the end of it and met Harry halfway. They came together almost violently, mouths crashing together, lips and teeth and tongues getting reacquainted.
Harry pushed Draco far enough away from him to hook his fingers in the open vee of his shirt before pulling downward, scattering buttons everywhere. He'd been driving himself to distraction, wanting to come home and tear his lover's clothes off. Yanking the garment from the waist of Draco's trousers, Harry quickly went to work on the button and zip before pushing Draco's trousers and pants down and spinning his boyfriend around and over the back of the sofa.
"Oh my god," Draco whimpered, shivering in anticipation. Harry had warned him he would do this, and now that it was happening, Draco could only hold his breath and wait anxiously for the first hot thrust of Harry's cock.
Harry was incapable of taking the extra time to fully strip Draco or do any more than open and adjust his own trousers. He pulled his swollen cock free, allowing it to nestle in the cleft of Draco's arse. Palming his lover's buttocks, Harry spread Draco wide, and his knees nearly buckled at the sight of Draco's hole already glistening with slick lubricant. "Were you expecting me, baby?" he growled.
"I couldn't wait," Draco gasped, rising on his toes and tilting his arse up and back, begging without words to be penetrated.
It was just as Draco had described during one of their early phone calls, before they learned one another's identity, and Harry couldn't wait to drive his aching shaft deep into Draco's prepared sheath. He took a moment, however, to tease both of them by sliding the tip of his cock up and down the cleft of Draco's arse.
"Fuck me," pleaded Draco, frotting against the back of his sofa.
Harry couldn't deny such a request, and he positioned his cock before plunging past the tight ring of muscle at Draco's entrance.
Draco nearly screamed at the sensation...it hurt so good. Harry didn't let up until his groin was pressed to Draco's backside. Draco gripped the tops of the sofa cushions and panted as he adjusted to the painful intrusion. When he was ready, he pushed back against his lover.
Harry had bracketed Draco's hips and thighs with his own legs, and he paused there until his lover indicated he was ready to continue. "How does it feel, baby?" he rasped. "Did your needy little hole miss my big cock filling it up?"
"Missed it...missed you," Draco puffed, maddened that his trousers around his knees prevented him from spreading his legs wide for his lover.
Harry's patience was at an end. He pulled back and slammed back in, thrusting hard and riding Draco rough. "Am I...hurting you baby?" he panted. "It's been so long..."
"Harder...give it to me harder..." moaned Draco in response, loving Harry's plundering possession of his body.
Pleased with Draco's acceptance, Harry held nothing back as he pounded in and out of his lover's slick-silky hole. He'd been dying during the days of his absence to be right here...inside of Draco and surrounded by the rippling heat of his sheath as they fucked. Wedging a hand between Draco's body and the sofa, Harry grasped his lover's cock and treated it to a series of quick tugs.
Draco's cries grew louder, and he rocked his hips back and forth, impaling himself on Harry's rigid cock before thrusting into his lover's tight fist. He'd been too long without this, and now he was reveling in the overwhelming sensations of sex with Harry.
Harry recognized the signs of Draco's approaching orgasm. Never letting up on his relentless ravaging of his lover's trembling body, Harry growled, "Come for me, baby. Wanna hear you scream."
Draco's arse clamped down as his mouth opened wide to emit a scream of sheer pleasure while his cock spurted over the back of his expensive sofa. Limp and trembling, he ended up draped over the sofa while Harry's cock pistoned in and out of his spasming hole.
Harry continued driving his cock into his lover's body until the rhythmic clenching of Draco's sheath milked his climax from him. He came with a ragged shout of completion, shuddering in relief as his release poured into Draco's body.
Draco sighed happily when Harry's weight collapsed atop him, all but squashing him into the cushions. Turning his head and speaking through the tangle of his hair, Draco smiled and said in a husky voice, "Welcome home, Harry."
~tbc~
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, slash, pwp (All characters are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 850
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 sesheta_66, who won November's JMDC drawing and requested an update to this series.
Summary: Harry comes home...and comes again.
Harry strode in the front door of the flat and dropped his traveling cloak and bags on the floor. He'd been away from Draco for four days...four damned days, and he was hard and eager to fuck his lover again.
Draco had jumped up from the sofa when he heard the door slam, and he came around the end of it and met Harry halfway. They came together almost violently, mouths crashing together, lips and teeth and tongues getting reacquainted.
Harry pushed Draco far enough away from him to hook his fingers in the open vee of his shirt before pulling downward, scattering buttons everywhere. He'd been driving himself to distraction, wanting to come home and tear his lover's clothes off. Yanking the garment from the waist of Draco's trousers, Harry quickly went to work on the button and zip before pushing Draco's trousers and pants down and spinning his boyfriend around and over the back of the sofa.
"Oh my god," Draco whimpered, shivering in anticipation. Harry had warned him he would do this, and now that it was happening, Draco could only hold his breath and wait anxiously for the first hot thrust of Harry's cock.
Harry was incapable of taking the extra time to fully strip Draco or do any more than open and adjust his own trousers. He pulled his swollen cock free, allowing it to nestle in the cleft of Draco's arse. Palming his lover's buttocks, Harry spread Draco wide, and his knees nearly buckled at the sight of Draco's hole already glistening with slick lubricant. "Were you expecting me, baby?" he growled.
"I couldn't wait," Draco gasped, rising on his toes and tilting his arse up and back, begging without words to be penetrated.
It was just as Draco had described during one of their early phone calls, before they learned one another's identity, and Harry couldn't wait to drive his aching shaft deep into Draco's prepared sheath. He took a moment, however, to tease both of them by sliding the tip of his cock up and down the cleft of Draco's arse.
"Fuck me," pleaded Draco, frotting against the back of his sofa.
Harry couldn't deny such a request, and he positioned his cock before plunging past the tight ring of muscle at Draco's entrance.
Draco nearly screamed at the sensation...it hurt so good. Harry didn't let up until his groin was pressed to Draco's backside. Draco gripped the tops of the sofa cushions and panted as he adjusted to the painful intrusion. When he was ready, he pushed back against his lover.
Harry had bracketed Draco's hips and thighs with his own legs, and he paused there until his lover indicated he was ready to continue. "How does it feel, baby?" he rasped. "Did your needy little hole miss my big cock filling it up?"
"Missed it...missed you," Draco puffed, maddened that his trousers around his knees prevented him from spreading his legs wide for his lover.
Harry's patience was at an end. He pulled back and slammed back in, thrusting hard and riding Draco rough. "Am I...hurting you baby?" he panted. "It's been so long..."
"Harder...give it to me harder..." moaned Draco in response, loving Harry's plundering possession of his body.
Pleased with Draco's acceptance, Harry held nothing back as he pounded in and out of his lover's slick-silky hole. He'd been dying during the days of his absence to be right here...inside of Draco and surrounded by the rippling heat of his sheath as they fucked. Wedging a hand between Draco's body and the sofa, Harry grasped his lover's cock and treated it to a series of quick tugs.
Draco's cries grew louder, and he rocked his hips back and forth, impaling himself on Harry's rigid cock before thrusting into his lover's tight fist. He'd been too long without this, and now he was reveling in the overwhelming sensations of sex with Harry.
Harry recognized the signs of Draco's approaching orgasm. Never letting up on his relentless ravaging of his lover's trembling body, Harry growled, "Come for me, baby. Wanna hear you scream."
Draco's arse clamped down as his mouth opened wide to emit a scream of sheer pleasure while his cock spurted over the back of his expensive sofa. Limp and trembling, he ended up draped over the sofa while Harry's cock pistoned in and out of his spasming hole.
Harry continued driving his cock into his lover's body until the rhythmic clenching of Draco's sheath milked his climax from him. He came with a ragged shout of completion, shuddering in relief as his release poured into Draco's body.
Draco sighed happily when Harry's weight collapsed atop him, all but squashing him into the cushions. Turning his head and speaking through the tangle of his hair, Draco smiled and said in a husky voice, "Welcome home, Harry."
~tbc~