Birthday one-shot: Beach Blanket Bingo
Title: Beach Blanket Bingo
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Blaise
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, public!sex, mild exhibitionism and voyeurism (Any and all characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1125
Teaser: Draco's grip on the blanket slipped, revealing a glimpse of a naked thigh.
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 gurliemoviegeek, who asked for sex on the beach. I take it she didn't mean the drink. *grins*
Summary: Harry and Draco play their own version of beach blanket bingo.
For his twenty-fifth birthday, Blaise Zabini invited a few dozen of his friends to come celebrate with him at his family's Italian villa on the coast of the Adriatic sea. They'd spent an enjoyable weekend, and on this, their last night, Blaise had organized a party on his family's private beach, complete with a bonfire and music.
Draco drained the last of his wine, having apparently forgotten how he'd sneered at drinking the fine beverage from a plastic cup, and he grabbed Harry's hand and led him away from the main group. They stepped over and around other couples who were snogging on blankets. Some of them were rather more engaged than others, but Draco didn't pause until he'd found a clear space at the very edge of the firelight, where Harry laid out their own blankets.
The music was quieter here, allowing the occasional passionate cry to carry to their ears. Draco shivered a little in the chill night air, and Harry drew him closer, pulling one of the blankets over their laps. "Would you rather be closer to the fire?" he asked.
"Why don't you warm me up instead?" suggested Draco, snuggling closer to his boyfriend.
In answer, Harry cupped Draco's chin and turned his head to capture the blond's lips in a warm, searching kiss. Draco responded immediately, shifting until he was all but straddling Harry's lap, then pressing closer and opening his mouth beneath Harry's questing tongue. Draco leaned into his boyfriend, sighing in satisfaction as Harry allowed himself to be borne to the soft blanket beneath them.
When Harry felt Draco's erection nudging against his own, he rolled them over so that Draco was lying on his back beneath him. Harry tore himself free of his boyfriend's delicious lips long enough to tug the second blanket up over them, then resumed snogging Draco.
Draco pushed his hips up insistently, then moaned when he felt Harry's hand slip beneath the waistband of his loose cotton trousers. He was wearing nothing underneath, and when Harry's fingers closed over the heated length of his cock, Draco gave a small cry of breathless pleasure.
Harry stroked his boyfriend's shaft as his lips made their way down Draco's throat to nip and nuzzle at the open neck of his shirt. He moved to the side, which allowed him to tug Draco's trousers down. His boyfriend aided him by lifting his arse, enabling Harry to draw the trousers down Draco's legs and off completely.
Once he'd been stripped from the waist down, Draco parted his legs invitingly, sighing happily when Harry settled between his thighs, covering his body and his mouth once more. Draco raised his knees and his hips, frotting his naked groin against the rough texture of Harry's denim shorts. He wrenched his lips free of his boyfriend's. "Harry, please..." he entreated.
Harry straightened one arm, partially lifting himself off his boyfriend, and he used his other hand to unbutton his shorts and tug the zip down. He pulled his swollen cock free, then reached in his back pocket for the little tube of lubricant he'd stashed there. It was an awkward maneuver, but Harry managed to squeeze some of the gel onto his fingers and slick his penis, all while Draco clutched the edge of the top blanket to preserve their modesty.
Harry settled once more between Draco's legs, sliding a hand beneath the blond's arse to tip him into position, then he nudged the head of his prick between Draco's cheeks, locating the opening he sought and pressing carefully inside.
Draco cried out at the initial discomfort of being penetrated without having been stretched first, uncaring that anyone nearby could hear him. Harry remained still above him, allowing Draco a moment to adjust to the sudden intrusion into his body. Draco had a sudden urge to lift his hips and take more of his boyfriend's solid length, and he did just that, earning a guttural groan from Harry.
Relieved when Draco rose beneath him, Harry surged forward, driving deeper, only to pull back and repeat the process until he was fully seated in the snug haven of Draco's body. He dropped to his forearms, pressing his chest to Draco's, and claimed his lover's lips in heated mating of mouths. At the same time, Harry's hips began pumping steadily between Draco's legs, as their bodies mated just as fervently.
Draco's grip on the blanket slipped, revealing a glimpse of a naked thigh. They were far enough from the firelight so that their undulating bodies were mere shadowy forms, but for Draco's platinum hair and pale thigh. They didn't garner any special attention, however, as other couples in the vicinity were taking advantage of the darkness, as well. This far from the music, the air was filled with soft pants and cries, only some of which were coming from Harry and Draco's cozy nest.
Heedless of the rush of cooler air on his damp cock, Harry continued thrusting leisurely into Draco, brushing his boyfriend's sweet spot on nearly every stroke. Draco voiced his pleasure in breathy gasps and needy whimpers. His voice broke on a high, keening cry when his climax crashed through him, and in his mindless thrashing, he kicked the top blanket away completely, exposing their coupling for any who cared to look.
The sensation of Draco contracting around him and writhing beneath him caused Harry to pick up the pace, and he was soon thrusting into his now quivering and pliant boyfriend with long, hard strokes, faster and faster, until his own shout of completion was torn from him as he emptied himself inside Draco.
Harry wilted over Draco, spent and panting, until a shrill wolf whistle sounded from nearby, along with a couple people shouting, "Encore! Encore!" With an embarrassed laugh, Harry reached down and tugged the blanket up to cover them once more. Only then did he withdraw from Draco, and they snickered as they fumbled beneath the blanket to put their clothing to rights. Once they were presentable again, Harry and Draco stood and shook the sand from their blankets before strolling hand-in-hand back to the light of the fire and the main party.
Blaise waved them over when he saw them, and as Harry and Draco approached, he called out, "I heard you two put on quite a show just now!" When his friends grinned at him sheepishly, Blaise added, "Since it's my party, how about a repeat performance for the birthday boy?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Blaise
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, public!sex, mild exhibitionism and voyeurism (Any and all characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1125
Teaser: Draco's grip on the blanket slipped, revealing a glimpse of a naked thigh.
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 gurliemoviegeek, who asked for sex on the beach. I take it she didn't mean the drink. *grins*
Summary: Harry and Draco play their own version of beach blanket bingo.
For his twenty-fifth birthday, Blaise Zabini invited a few dozen of his friends to come celebrate with him at his family's Italian villa on the coast of the Adriatic sea. They'd spent an enjoyable weekend, and on this, their last night, Blaise had organized a party on his family's private beach, complete with a bonfire and music.
Draco drained the last of his wine, having apparently forgotten how he'd sneered at drinking the fine beverage from a plastic cup, and he grabbed Harry's hand and led him away from the main group. They stepped over and around other couples who were snogging on blankets. Some of them were rather more engaged than others, but Draco didn't pause until he'd found a clear space at the very edge of the firelight, where Harry laid out their own blankets.
The music was quieter here, allowing the occasional passionate cry to carry to their ears. Draco shivered a little in the chill night air, and Harry drew him closer, pulling one of the blankets over their laps. "Would you rather be closer to the fire?" he asked.
"Why don't you warm me up instead?" suggested Draco, snuggling closer to his boyfriend.
In answer, Harry cupped Draco's chin and turned his head to capture the blond's lips in a warm, searching kiss. Draco responded immediately, shifting until he was all but straddling Harry's lap, then pressing closer and opening his mouth beneath Harry's questing tongue. Draco leaned into his boyfriend, sighing in satisfaction as Harry allowed himself to be borne to the soft blanket beneath them.
When Harry felt Draco's erection nudging against his own, he rolled them over so that Draco was lying on his back beneath him. Harry tore himself free of his boyfriend's delicious lips long enough to tug the second blanket up over them, then resumed snogging Draco.
Draco pushed his hips up insistently, then moaned when he felt Harry's hand slip beneath the waistband of his loose cotton trousers. He was wearing nothing underneath, and when Harry's fingers closed over the heated length of his cock, Draco gave a small cry of breathless pleasure.
Harry stroked his boyfriend's shaft as his lips made their way down Draco's throat to nip and nuzzle at the open neck of his shirt. He moved to the side, which allowed him to tug Draco's trousers down. His boyfriend aided him by lifting his arse, enabling Harry to draw the trousers down Draco's legs and off completely.
Once he'd been stripped from the waist down, Draco parted his legs invitingly, sighing happily when Harry settled between his thighs, covering his body and his mouth once more. Draco raised his knees and his hips, frotting his naked groin against the rough texture of Harry's denim shorts. He wrenched his lips free of his boyfriend's. "Harry, please..." he entreated.
Harry straightened one arm, partially lifting himself off his boyfriend, and he used his other hand to unbutton his shorts and tug the zip down. He pulled his swollen cock free, then reached in his back pocket for the little tube of lubricant he'd stashed there. It was an awkward maneuver, but Harry managed to squeeze some of the gel onto his fingers and slick his penis, all while Draco clutched the edge of the top blanket to preserve their modesty.
Harry settled once more between Draco's legs, sliding a hand beneath the blond's arse to tip him into position, then he nudged the head of his prick between Draco's cheeks, locating the opening he sought and pressing carefully inside.
Draco cried out at the initial discomfort of being penetrated without having been stretched first, uncaring that anyone nearby could hear him. Harry remained still above him, allowing Draco a moment to adjust to the sudden intrusion into his body. Draco had a sudden urge to lift his hips and take more of his boyfriend's solid length, and he did just that, earning a guttural groan from Harry.
Relieved when Draco rose beneath him, Harry surged forward, driving deeper, only to pull back and repeat the process until he was fully seated in the snug haven of Draco's body. He dropped to his forearms, pressing his chest to Draco's, and claimed his lover's lips in heated mating of mouths. At the same time, Harry's hips began pumping steadily between Draco's legs, as their bodies mated just as fervently.
Draco's grip on the blanket slipped, revealing a glimpse of a naked thigh. They were far enough from the firelight so that their undulating bodies were mere shadowy forms, but for Draco's platinum hair and pale thigh. They didn't garner any special attention, however, as other couples in the vicinity were taking advantage of the darkness, as well. This far from the music, the air was filled with soft pants and cries, only some of which were coming from Harry and Draco's cozy nest.
Heedless of the rush of cooler air on his damp cock, Harry continued thrusting leisurely into Draco, brushing his boyfriend's sweet spot on nearly every stroke. Draco voiced his pleasure in breathy gasps and needy whimpers. His voice broke on a high, keening cry when his climax crashed through him, and in his mindless thrashing, he kicked the top blanket away completely, exposing their coupling for any who cared to look.
The sensation of Draco contracting around him and writhing beneath him caused Harry to pick up the pace, and he was soon thrusting into his now quivering and pliant boyfriend with long, hard strokes, faster and faster, until his own shout of completion was torn from him as he emptied himself inside Draco.
Harry wilted over Draco, spent and panting, until a shrill wolf whistle sounded from nearby, along with a couple people shouting, "Encore! Encore!" With an embarrassed laugh, Harry reached down and tugged the blanket up to cover them once more. Only then did he withdraw from Draco, and they snickered as they fumbled beneath the blanket to put their clothing to rights. Once they were presentable again, Harry and Draco stood and shook the sand from their blankets before strolling hand-in-hand back to the light of the fire and the main party.
Blaise waved them over when he saw them, and as Harry and Draco approached, he called out, "I heard you two put on quite a show just now!" When his friends grinned at him sheepishly, Blaise added, "Since it's my party, how about a repeat performance for the birthday boy?"