Birthday!fic: Kilt Kink
Title: Kilt Kink
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, pwp (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1040
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: 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 alisanne, who asked for a sequel to Forms of Entertainment.
Summary: Harry wanted Draco to wear the kilt again, but this time he does have something underneath it.
There was a knock on his door promptly at eight o'clock, and Draco nervously smoothed down the heavy material of his kilt before answering the summons. He opened the door to find Potter standing in the hallway with one arm pressed against the doorjamb. Before Draco could utter a word in greeting, a strong hand wrapped around his nape and dragged him forward, only to have Potter tilt his head and cover Draco's mouth with his own. By the time his guest raised his head once more, Draco was breathless and sagging against him.
"Are you going to invite me in?" Harry growled.
The double entendre wasn't lost on Draco, and a frisson of arousal sent heat rushing to his loins. He wet his lips with his tongue, tasting Potter. Backing up a step, he opened the door wide, saying, "Come in, Potter."
Harry crossed the threshold, eyes raking Malfoy as he did so. His host had donned the kilt again, per Harry's wishes, and he wore only a simple white dress shirt along with it. "You wore the kilt," he remarked. When Malfoy simply nodded, Harry asked, "Did you wear anything under it?"
Draco visibly shuddered, and he wondered if it was wise to tell Potter what he was hiding beneath his kilt.
Harry saw Malfoy's eyes darken, and blood surged to his cock. "What are you wearing?" he demanded. He had to know!
Draco swallowed heavily before admitting, "Just a plug." In an instant, his world spun crazily, and it took a moment for his brain to register that he was now draped over Potter's shoulder with his head hanging down while he was carried in the direction of his bedroom. "Potter!" he yelped. "Put me down!"
Harry kicked the door to Malfoy's bedroom open. "As you wish," he replied, tossing the blond onto his bed. Malfoy bounced, and Harry pounced.
Draco couldn't recall a time he'd ever been been rolled and spread so quickly, although the memories of his drunken one-off with Potter were sketchy at best. He didn't have time to do more than muster a startled squeak as his kilt was shoved up his hips and he heard Potter's startled gasp behind him.
Harry's breath left him in a rush when he parted Malfoy's arse cheeks and beheld the small handle of the plug he was wearing. Harry had been half hard when he left home, and his cock had grown steadily harder as he arrived at Malfoy's. He had been hoping they could circumvent more than cursory small talk before taking things to bed, but he had never in his wildest fantasies imagined that Malfoy would have been prepared for sex ahead of time. If that wasn't consent, Harry didn't know what was. He leaned back far enough to yank his jumper off over his head and undo his trousers before pushing them and his boxers down his hips to pool at his knees.
Draco had risen to his knees, his forearms still flat on the bed, and he looked back over his shoulder to see Potter hastily undressing. Swallowing a moan, he remained in position, anxious now to be on the receiving end of Potter's sexual dominance once more. When he felt Potter take hold of the end of the plug, Draco held his breath only to release it on a soft moan while his eyes nearly crossed when the toy was gently removed from his grasping hole.
Harry dropped the plug on the floor then palmed the smooth globes of Malfoy's upraised arse as he spread the blond's buttocks to reveal his pouting hole. Harry gripped his cock with one hand and guided the head to its target, groaning as he sank into Malfoy's ready and waiting sheath. "You're going to be the death of me," he panted, pushing deeper.
"That's because I'll kill you if you don't hurry up and fuck me," Draco snapped, glaring over his shoulder.
Harry responding by gritting his teeth and pulling out of his lover's body almost completely before slamming back inside.
"Oh fuck yes!" Draco shouted, tightening his fingers in his bedspread and widening his knees for better balance. The fact that he remained completely dressed seemed to add to the sheer decadence of his frantic sex with Potter, and he was gratified to know that the other man had been unable to wait long enough to undress Draco before falling on him in a frenzy of lust. Draco's voice rose in a wordless wail as Potter's thick cock continued sliding in and out of his well-oiled hole and rubbing back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him.
Harry's climax was building too quickly, but he was helpless to stop it. He just clenched his jaw harder and rode it to the crest, riding Malfoy roughly in the process. Harry came with a rush and a roar--his seed bursting from him as his voice rose in a hoarse cry of ecstasy. Malfoy made a distressed sound as he writhed beneath him, prompting Harry to fumble for the blond's prick. A few awkward tugs later, and Malfoy was bucking through his own orgasm.
Draco wilted forward, pulling himself off Potter's softening cock as he did so. He spared a moment to think about the picture he must make, sprawled across his bed with his kilt shoved up to his waist and the cleft of his naked arse still glistening from sex, but Draco decided he couldn't be bothered to care.
Harry allowed himself to sort of fall to the side, next to the satiated blond. His trousers and underwear were still bunched at his knees, but he couldn't be arsed to do anything about it at the moment. "Malfoy," he said with a happy sigh, "you are utterly depraved."
"You're the one with the kilt kink," Draco felt obliged to point out, his words muffled by the hair he hadn't had the energy to brush out of his face.
"I can't deny it," Harry replied cheerfully. "When can we have another go?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, pwp (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1040
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: 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 alisanne, who asked for a sequel to Forms of Entertainment.
Summary: Harry wanted Draco to wear the kilt again, but this time he does have something underneath it.
There was a knock on his door promptly at eight o'clock, and Draco nervously smoothed down the heavy material of his kilt before answering the summons. He opened the door to find Potter standing in the hallway with one arm pressed against the doorjamb. Before Draco could utter a word in greeting, a strong hand wrapped around his nape and dragged him forward, only to have Potter tilt his head and cover Draco's mouth with his own. By the time his guest raised his head once more, Draco was breathless and sagging against him.
"Are you going to invite me in?" Harry growled.
The double entendre wasn't lost on Draco, and a frisson of arousal sent heat rushing to his loins. He wet his lips with his tongue, tasting Potter. Backing up a step, he opened the door wide, saying, "Come in, Potter."
Harry crossed the threshold, eyes raking Malfoy as he did so. His host had donned the kilt again, per Harry's wishes, and he wore only a simple white dress shirt along with it. "You wore the kilt," he remarked. When Malfoy simply nodded, Harry asked, "Did you wear anything under it?"
Draco visibly shuddered, and he wondered if it was wise to tell Potter what he was hiding beneath his kilt.
Harry saw Malfoy's eyes darken, and blood surged to his cock. "What are you wearing?" he demanded. He had to know!
Draco swallowed heavily before admitting, "Just a plug." In an instant, his world spun crazily, and it took a moment for his brain to register that he was now draped over Potter's shoulder with his head hanging down while he was carried in the direction of his bedroom. "Potter!" he yelped. "Put me down!"
Harry kicked the door to Malfoy's bedroom open. "As you wish," he replied, tossing the blond onto his bed. Malfoy bounced, and Harry pounced.
Draco couldn't recall a time he'd ever been been rolled and spread so quickly, although the memories of his drunken one-off with Potter were sketchy at best. He didn't have time to do more than muster a startled squeak as his kilt was shoved up his hips and he heard Potter's startled gasp behind him.
Harry's breath left him in a rush when he parted Malfoy's arse cheeks and beheld the small handle of the plug he was wearing. Harry had been half hard when he left home, and his cock had grown steadily harder as he arrived at Malfoy's. He had been hoping they could circumvent more than cursory small talk before taking things to bed, but he had never in his wildest fantasies imagined that Malfoy would have been prepared for sex ahead of time. If that wasn't consent, Harry didn't know what was. He leaned back far enough to yank his jumper off over his head and undo his trousers before pushing them and his boxers down his hips to pool at his knees.
Draco had risen to his knees, his forearms still flat on the bed, and he looked back over his shoulder to see Potter hastily undressing. Swallowing a moan, he remained in position, anxious now to be on the receiving end of Potter's sexual dominance once more. When he felt Potter take hold of the end of the plug, Draco held his breath only to release it on a soft moan while his eyes nearly crossed when the toy was gently removed from his grasping hole.
Harry dropped the plug on the floor then palmed the smooth globes of Malfoy's upraised arse as he spread the blond's buttocks to reveal his pouting hole. Harry gripped his cock with one hand and guided the head to its target, groaning as he sank into Malfoy's ready and waiting sheath. "You're going to be the death of me," he panted, pushing deeper.
"That's because I'll kill you if you don't hurry up and fuck me," Draco snapped, glaring over his shoulder.
Harry responding by gritting his teeth and pulling out of his lover's body almost completely before slamming back inside.
"Oh fuck yes!" Draco shouted, tightening his fingers in his bedspread and widening his knees for better balance. The fact that he remained completely dressed seemed to add to the sheer decadence of his frantic sex with Potter, and he was gratified to know that the other man had been unable to wait long enough to undress Draco before falling on him in a frenzy of lust. Draco's voice rose in a wordless wail as Potter's thick cock continued sliding in and out of his well-oiled hole and rubbing back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him.
Harry's climax was building too quickly, but he was helpless to stop it. He just clenched his jaw harder and rode it to the crest, riding Malfoy roughly in the process. Harry came with a rush and a roar--his seed bursting from him as his voice rose in a hoarse cry of ecstasy. Malfoy made a distressed sound as he writhed beneath him, prompting Harry to fumble for the blond's prick. A few awkward tugs later, and Malfoy was bucking through his own orgasm.
Draco wilted forward, pulling himself off Potter's softening cock as he did so. He spared a moment to think about the picture he must make, sprawled across his bed with his kilt shoved up to his waist and the cleft of his naked arse still glistening from sex, but Draco decided he couldn't be bothered to care.
Harry allowed himself to sort of fall to the side, next to the satiated blond. His trousers and underwear were still bunched at his knees, but he couldn't be arsed to do anything about it at the moment. "Malfoy," he said with a happy sigh, "you are utterly depraved."
"You're the one with the kilt kink," Draco felt obliged to point out, his words muffled by the hair he hadn't had the energy to brush out of his face.
"I can't deny it," Harry replied cheerfully. "When can we have another go?"