Birthday!gift: Forms of Entertainment
Title: Forms of Entertainment
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit, public sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1120
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 moonlitdark, who asked for kilt!fic, wall!sex.
Summary: The evening's entertainment holds no interest for Harry, so he seeks his own brand of entertainment.
Harry hated Ministry events; they made him uncomfortable. Tonight, however, he was even more uncomfortable than usual. He shifted in his seat, trying to keep his eyes on the dancers onstage, who were performing a traditional Scottish dance as they wove amongst one another and twirled about. The Malfoys were sponsoring the event, and the entire family had attended in traditional Scottish dress. It was the sight of Draco Malfoy in a kilt that was contributing to Harry's current level of distress. If rumors were to be believed, then the blond was wearing nothing beneath that kilt, and Harry had gotten hard just thinking about it. He and Malfoy had engaged in a slightly drunken one-off a month earlier, so Harry was well aware of what Malfoy was hiding beneath his kilt, and he wanted another sample of it. Reluctantly, Harry returned his attention to the stage.
Inevitably, Harry's eyes wandered back to Malfoy, and he was just in time to see the blond exiting the concert hall through a side door. Excusing himself, Harry rose to his feet and followed. "Malfoy!" he called, jogging to catch up to the other man. Malfoy didn't pause until he'd turned a corner down a dimly lit hallway.
"What do you want, Potter?" he asked warily.
"I wanted to escape that bloody, boring performance," Harry replied with an easy grin. He neglected to mention he wanted to flip up Malfoy's kilt and shag his sweet arse again.
"It wasn't the most fascinating entertainment Mother has chosen, was it?" sighed Draco, lips quirking in a wry grin as he relaxed back against the wall.
"No, but I can think of some other form of entertainment that will be much more enjoyable," Harry responded, voice dropping. He leaned closer, one forearm flattened to the wall by Malfoy's head, pinning the blond without quite touching him.
Draco's eyes widened, in excitement or alarm, and he licked his lips nervously. "What are you doing?" he rasped.
"Nothing...yet."
"Yet?"
Harry lowered his head and whispered into Malfoy's ear. "I'd like to lift that kilt of yours and find out if the rumors are true."
"Wh-what rumors?"
"Rumors that blokes wear nothing under their kilts," murmured Harry. As he spoke, the fingers of his other hand caressed Malfoy's bare thigh, just above his knee, and began trailing upwards. The blond's breath caught, but he made no protest, so Harry's fingers continued their journey. They traveled beneath the edge of the heavy material, lifting the kilt. When Harry's fingers slid over Malfoy's hip and encountered nothing but naked skin, his head thunked into the wall next to his arm. "Fuck, Malfoy," he wheezed.
"Yes," breathed the blond, arching forward to frot against Harry. The contact revealed that each of them was hard and ready for sex. "There must be a room...or a loo..."
"Can't wait," rasped Harry. He stood up straight, then grabbed Malfoy by the shoulders and spun him to face the wall.
"Not here...someone will see..."
"Let them," growled Harry, hastily undoing his painfully tight trousers. He grabbed his wand from its sheath in his sleeve and performed perfunctory lubricating and stretching spells to speed the process along. Malfoy squirmed but otherwise made no complaint. Harry lined his cock up with the hole he'd prepared. "Ready?"
"Hurry," panted Draco, pushing his arse back.
Harry brought his right arm down and gripped Malfoy's right thigh, encouraging him to raise it. Harry then hooked his arm behind Malfoy's knee to pin his leg in that manner, opening the blond wide. Harry took advantage of Malfoy's vulnerable position, flexing his hips forward and up, penetrating him with a sure thrust.
Draco's head lolled back against Harry's shoulder, and his fingers scrabbled uselessly on the wall. He was uncomfortably aware that anyone could turn down this particular corridor and see him with his kilt rucked up around his waist, one leg raised high, and his arse cheeks spread wide while Potter's cock plunged into him over and over. But god, he'd needed this...wanted this since their one-off several weeks ago, when Potter had fucked him until his eyes had crossed and he'd torn his own expensive sheets while clawing at them at the height of ecstasy.
Harry's other hand came up to cover Malfoy's left hand, using it as another point of contact to keep his lover pinned to the wall and helpless to escape being ravaged by Harry's cock. Malfoy didn't seem interested in escape, however, as his arse rocked back into each of Harry's strokes and delicious whimpers tumbled from his mouth. Harry knew they were in danger of being caught in this position, but part of him welcomed the thought of someone witnessing Malfoy's surrender, of seeing how Harry laid claim to the blond in the most primitive way possible. He continued pounding into Malfoy's slick hole, relishing each clench and spasm of his lover's channel around him.
Draco rested his forehead against the wall and brought his right hand down to fist his own prick, squeezing it roughly in time with Potter's forceful thrusts. A change of angle had his partner jabbing Draco's prostate on nearly every inward plunge, and Draco's body tightened in preparation for release.
Harry gasped as Malfoy cried out and clamped down on him tightly. He waited until the blond relaxed and wilted against the wall before he resumed driving into Malfoy's quivering hole. After only a few more thrusts, Harry pressed his open mouth to his lover's shoulder to muffle his shout of pleasure while his jerking cock emptied itself deep inside of Malfoy. Harry slumped over him, trembling in the aftermath, until Malfoy shrugged irritably.
"Get off of me," Draco insisted. "I don't want to be seen like this." He heard Potter sigh an instant before he stepped back, pulling free of Draco and leaving him with warm liquid dribbling from his fluttering hole. Draco's mouth turned down in dismay, but a quickly whispered spell from behind him left him feeling clean, although his arse still burned and tingled quite pleasantly. He pushed his kilt down and turned, only to have his back pressed to the wall again.
"I want more," Harry insisted, his voice a low growl.
Draco couldn't deny he wanted the same thing. "I...fine, yes," he capitulated. "Come by my flat tomorrow evening."
Harry rewarded him with a knee-weakening snog, then raised his head and husked, "Wear the kilt."
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit, public sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1120
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 moonlitdark, who asked for kilt!fic, wall!sex.
Summary: The evening's entertainment holds no interest for Harry, so he seeks his own brand of entertainment.
Harry hated Ministry events; they made him uncomfortable. Tonight, however, he was even more uncomfortable than usual. He shifted in his seat, trying to keep his eyes on the dancers onstage, who were performing a traditional Scottish dance as they wove amongst one another and twirled about. The Malfoys were sponsoring the event, and the entire family had attended in traditional Scottish dress. It was the sight of Draco Malfoy in a kilt that was contributing to Harry's current level of distress. If rumors were to be believed, then the blond was wearing nothing beneath that kilt, and Harry had gotten hard just thinking about it. He and Malfoy had engaged in a slightly drunken one-off a month earlier, so Harry was well aware of what Malfoy was hiding beneath his kilt, and he wanted another sample of it. Reluctantly, Harry returned his attention to the stage.
Inevitably, Harry's eyes wandered back to Malfoy, and he was just in time to see the blond exiting the concert hall through a side door. Excusing himself, Harry rose to his feet and followed. "Malfoy!" he called, jogging to catch up to the other man. Malfoy didn't pause until he'd turned a corner down a dimly lit hallway.
"What do you want, Potter?" he asked warily.
"I wanted to escape that bloody, boring performance," Harry replied with an easy grin. He neglected to mention he wanted to flip up Malfoy's kilt and shag his sweet arse again.
"It wasn't the most fascinating entertainment Mother has chosen, was it?" sighed Draco, lips quirking in a wry grin as he relaxed back against the wall.
"No, but I can think of some other form of entertainment that will be much more enjoyable," Harry responded, voice dropping. He leaned closer, one forearm flattened to the wall by Malfoy's head, pinning the blond without quite touching him.
Draco's eyes widened, in excitement or alarm, and he licked his lips nervously. "What are you doing?" he rasped.
"Nothing...yet."
"Yet?"
Harry lowered his head and whispered into Malfoy's ear. "I'd like to lift that kilt of yours and find out if the rumors are true."
"Wh-what rumors?"
"Rumors that blokes wear nothing under their kilts," murmured Harry. As he spoke, the fingers of his other hand caressed Malfoy's bare thigh, just above his knee, and began trailing upwards. The blond's breath caught, but he made no protest, so Harry's fingers continued their journey. They traveled beneath the edge of the heavy material, lifting the kilt. When Harry's fingers slid over Malfoy's hip and encountered nothing but naked skin, his head thunked into the wall next to his arm. "Fuck, Malfoy," he wheezed.
"Yes," breathed the blond, arching forward to frot against Harry. The contact revealed that each of them was hard and ready for sex. "There must be a room...or a loo..."
"Can't wait," rasped Harry. He stood up straight, then grabbed Malfoy by the shoulders and spun him to face the wall.
"Not here...someone will see..."
"Let them," growled Harry, hastily undoing his painfully tight trousers. He grabbed his wand from its sheath in his sleeve and performed perfunctory lubricating and stretching spells to speed the process along. Malfoy squirmed but otherwise made no complaint. Harry lined his cock up with the hole he'd prepared. "Ready?"
"Hurry," panted Draco, pushing his arse back.
Harry brought his right arm down and gripped Malfoy's right thigh, encouraging him to raise it. Harry then hooked his arm behind Malfoy's knee to pin his leg in that manner, opening the blond wide. Harry took advantage of Malfoy's vulnerable position, flexing his hips forward and up, penetrating him with a sure thrust.
Draco's head lolled back against Harry's shoulder, and his fingers scrabbled uselessly on the wall. He was uncomfortably aware that anyone could turn down this particular corridor and see him with his kilt rucked up around his waist, one leg raised high, and his arse cheeks spread wide while Potter's cock plunged into him over and over. But god, he'd needed this...wanted this since their one-off several weeks ago, when Potter had fucked him until his eyes had crossed and he'd torn his own expensive sheets while clawing at them at the height of ecstasy.
Harry's other hand came up to cover Malfoy's left hand, using it as another point of contact to keep his lover pinned to the wall and helpless to escape being ravaged by Harry's cock. Malfoy didn't seem interested in escape, however, as his arse rocked back into each of Harry's strokes and delicious whimpers tumbled from his mouth. Harry knew they were in danger of being caught in this position, but part of him welcomed the thought of someone witnessing Malfoy's surrender, of seeing how Harry laid claim to the blond in the most primitive way possible. He continued pounding into Malfoy's slick hole, relishing each clench and spasm of his lover's channel around him.
Draco rested his forehead against the wall and brought his right hand down to fist his own prick, squeezing it roughly in time with Potter's forceful thrusts. A change of angle had his partner jabbing Draco's prostate on nearly every inward plunge, and Draco's body tightened in preparation for release.
Harry gasped as Malfoy cried out and clamped down on him tightly. He waited until the blond relaxed and wilted against the wall before he resumed driving into Malfoy's quivering hole. After only a few more thrusts, Harry pressed his open mouth to his lover's shoulder to muffle his shout of pleasure while his jerking cock emptied itself deep inside of Malfoy. Harry slumped over him, trembling in the aftermath, until Malfoy shrugged irritably.
"Get off of me," Draco insisted. "I don't want to be seen like this." He heard Potter sigh an instant before he stepped back, pulling free of Draco and leaving him with warm liquid dribbling from his fluttering hole. Draco's mouth turned down in dismay, but a quickly whispered spell from behind him left him feeling clean, although his arse still burned and tingled quite pleasantly. He pushed his kilt down and turned, only to have his back pressed to the wall again.
"I want more," Harry insisted, his voice a low growl.
Draco couldn't deny he wanted the same thing. "I...fine, yes," he capitulated. "Come by my flat tomorrow evening."
Harry rewarded him with a knee-weakening snog, then raised his head and husked, "Wear the kilt."