Birthday!gift: Sex In Six Acts
Title: Sex In Six Acts
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Complete PWP! (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age.)
Word count: 565
Teaser: "Do you wonder if it's possible to have too much sex?"
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 christinefic, whose request was top!Draco and lotsa sex.
Summary: Six short snippets of pure porn.
Harry arched his back off the bed and moaned. "Mmm, do that again."
"This?" Draco asked, thrusting his hips forward emphatically.
"Oh, fuck yes," Harry groaned, tipping his pelvis up for more.
"You like?" teased Draco.
"Love it...love when you're inside of me."
Draco stopped talking in favor of shagging, rocking rhythmically between Harry's thighs, stroking in and out of his boyfriend's greedy, clenching hole. He told Harry, not with words but rather with his actions, that he loved this more than anything, too.
~*~
Harry gasped in surprise when Draco unexpectedly joined him in the shower.
"Turn around," Draco ordered gruffly, reaching for the bottle of bath oil on the caddy.
Harry did so, automatically spreading his legs and bracing his hands on the slick tiles. Strong hands parted his arse cheeks, followed by the prod of Draco's hard cock against the entrance to Harry's body. Despite the fact that they'd had sex in the early morning hours, the penetration stung a bit and Harry's breath hissed between his teeth.
Draco paused until Harry relaxed. "Good?" he asked.
Harry nodded. "Move," he said, giving an order of his own.
Draco didn't mind obeying.
~*~
The sofa was not the most comfortable place for a shag, and Harry knew he'd pay for it later in dull aches and faint bruises. Having his legs hoisted over his boyfriend's shoulders wouldn't help matters, either. For now, however, Harry was beyond caring. He was also beyond speech, having been reduced to lusty grunts and heartfelt moans as Draco slammed the length of his cock into him again and again.
Harry's fingers tore at the cushions in a frenzy as his orgasm approached. Over the thundering of his own heart, he could hear himself chanting, "Draco, Draco, Draco," over and over.
~*~
Before Harry began dating Draco, he had always assumed that the table was only for eating on. Now, however, as he lay back on it, weight braced on his elbows and legs locked around Draco's waist, he realized that the dining room table could be used for other, more interesting purposes. Standing on the floor, Draco was able to use the powerful muscles in his thighs to pound into Harry quite forcefully.
In an effort not to come too quickly, Harry mentally reviewed the scourgify spells he knew to determine which one to use on the table when they were finished. Unfortunately, merely thinking about the table being smeared with his spunk and Draco's was enough to send him over the edge.
~*~
"Oh fuck," Harry wheezed, clutching desperately at Draco's shoulders. "I was only...gone for one day." He had barely made it inside the house before Draco was on him and in him.
"One day...too many," snarled Draco, holding Harry pinned against the door with his upper body while his lower body worked to piston his cock in and out of his boyfriend's hastily prepared arse.
Harry raised one leg and wound it sinuously around Draco's hips, urging him on. One day had been too long.
~*~
"Do you wonder if it's possible to have too much sex?" Harry asked.
Draco stroked twice more before responding. "Am I wearing you out?"
"Nooooo," Harry moaned in denial, pushing back to take his lover deeper. "Just keep...mmmm....god yes....doing what you're doing..."
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Complete PWP! (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age.)
Word count: 565
Teaser: "Do you wonder if it's possible to have too much sex?"
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 christinefic, whose request was top!Draco and lotsa sex.
Summary: Six short snippets of pure porn.
Harry arched his back off the bed and moaned. "Mmm, do that again."
"This?" Draco asked, thrusting his hips forward emphatically.
"Oh, fuck yes," Harry groaned, tipping his pelvis up for more.
"You like?" teased Draco.
"Love it...love when you're inside of me."
Draco stopped talking in favor of shagging, rocking rhythmically between Harry's thighs, stroking in and out of his boyfriend's greedy, clenching hole. He told Harry, not with words but rather with his actions, that he loved this more than anything, too.
~*~
Harry gasped in surprise when Draco unexpectedly joined him in the shower.
"Turn around," Draco ordered gruffly, reaching for the bottle of bath oil on the caddy.
Harry did so, automatically spreading his legs and bracing his hands on the slick tiles. Strong hands parted his arse cheeks, followed by the prod of Draco's hard cock against the entrance to Harry's body. Despite the fact that they'd had sex in the early morning hours, the penetration stung a bit and Harry's breath hissed between his teeth.
Draco paused until Harry relaxed. "Good?" he asked.
Harry nodded. "Move," he said, giving an order of his own.
Draco didn't mind obeying.
~*~
The sofa was not the most comfortable place for a shag, and Harry knew he'd pay for it later in dull aches and faint bruises. Having his legs hoisted over his boyfriend's shoulders wouldn't help matters, either. For now, however, Harry was beyond caring. He was also beyond speech, having been reduced to lusty grunts and heartfelt moans as Draco slammed the length of his cock into him again and again.
Harry's fingers tore at the cushions in a frenzy as his orgasm approached. Over the thundering of his own heart, he could hear himself chanting, "Draco, Draco, Draco," over and over.
~*~
Before Harry began dating Draco, he had always assumed that the table was only for eating on. Now, however, as he lay back on it, weight braced on his elbows and legs locked around Draco's waist, he realized that the dining room table could be used for other, more interesting purposes. Standing on the floor, Draco was able to use the powerful muscles in his thighs to pound into Harry quite forcefully.
In an effort not to come too quickly, Harry mentally reviewed the scourgify spells he knew to determine which one to use on the table when they were finished. Unfortunately, merely thinking about the table being smeared with his spunk and Draco's was enough to send him over the edge.
~*~
"Oh fuck," Harry wheezed, clutching desperately at Draco's shoulders. "I was only...gone for one day." He had barely made it inside the house before Draco was on him and in him.
"One day...too many," snarled Draco, holding Harry pinned against the door with his upper body while his lower body worked to piston his cock in and out of his boyfriend's hastily prepared arse.
Harry raised one leg and wound it sinuously around Draco's hips, urging him on. One day had been too long.
~*~
"Do you wonder if it's possible to have too much sex?" Harry asked.
Draco stroked twice more before responding. "Am I wearing you out?"
"Nooooo," Harry moaned in denial, pushing back to take his lover deeper. "Just keep...mmmm....god yes....doing what you're doing..."