HD500: Bedroom Play
Title: Bedroom Play
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: R
Warning(s): Language, explicit suggestion
Word Count: 575
Challenge:
- Recipient: hazel_wand
- Keywords: handcuffs, London, green
- Dialogue: "Sometimes I hate being in love with you."
Summary: Harry is at Draco's mercy, and Draco wants to play.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
The bedroom in Harry's London flat was spacious, and the bed was large and comfortable. At the moment, however, Harry was anything but comfortable. Instead, his arms were stretched above his head and anchored to the headboard by a pair of regulation handcuffs, and his ankles were similarly restrained with leather cuffs fastened to the posts at the end of the bed. His legs were spread almost painfully wide, and a blindfold covered his green eyes.
"Delicious," Draco pronounced from his vantage point at the foot of the bed.
"Sometimes I hate being in love with you, you know," Harry remarked in an offhand manner as he tested his restraints.
"Please," scoffed Draco. "If you weren't enjoying this, your cock wouldn't be so hard."
Harry couldn't deny it, and he didn't bother trying. He had never engaged in anything but vanilla sex until he had started dating Draco. At first, Harry had been reluctant to try anything new or kinky, but Draco had gradually worn down his resistance. Now, Harry found himself looking forward to what new and exciting props or toys that Draco introduced to their bedroom play.
"What shall it be this time?" Draco mused, almost as if speaking to himself. "Shall I use the feather again?"
Harry shivered at the thought of being tickled all over by a merciless, feather-wielding Draco.
"Perhaps I should get out the body paints," Draco remarked.
Body paints were Harry's favorite. He loved it when Draco brushed the flavored colors over his skin and then swiped him clean with his tongue.
"Or, I could get some ice from the kitchen."
The mere suggestion had goosebumps skittering over Harry's flesh. Ice play was almost too intense to be pleasurable, but he had to admire how creative Draco got with it.
"We could get rough, if you'd prefer," Draco's voice purred. "I could get out the cock ring and the nipple clamps."
Harry clenched his teeth to prevent a soft whimper from escaping. He had a love-hate relationship with the clamps and the cock ring. Harry didn't like the discomfort associated with those items, nor how Draco would ruthlessly tease him to the edge of orgasm and hold him there until he was nearly screaming before he granted Harry his release. However, the resulting climaxes were the most intense that Harry had ever experienced. His cock throbbed with longing, and Harry tugged on his restraints once more.
"If you've been a good boy, I can use your favorite vibrator on you," Draco offered nonchalantly.
Harry heard him rummaging in their box of toys, followed by a low, familiar hum. He moaned and arched his back, lifting his hips while he pleaded, "Please, Draco. Anything."
Draco switched off the vibe in his hand and replaced it in the box. "Anything?" he asked. His gray eyes gleamed in excitement.
"Something. Anything," panted Harry, twisting now upon the bed. "Please don't make me wait any longer."
"There is something new I've been wanting to try," Draco drawled.
This time, Harry couldn't contain his whimper. He listened intently as Draco moved about the room, trying to ascertain what his boyfriend was doing. When Draco finally came to stand beside the bed, Harry held his breath...and released it on a gasp as the first droplets of melted wax dribbled over his stomach.
Cross-posted to hd_500
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: R
Warning(s): Language, explicit suggestion
Word Count: 575
Challenge:
- Recipient: hazel_wand
- Keywords: handcuffs, London, green
- Dialogue: "Sometimes I hate being in love with you."
Summary: Harry is at Draco's mercy, and Draco wants to play.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
The bedroom in Harry's London flat was spacious, and the bed was large and comfortable. At the moment, however, Harry was anything but comfortable. Instead, his arms were stretched above his head and anchored to the headboard by a pair of regulation handcuffs, and his ankles were similarly restrained with leather cuffs fastened to the posts at the end of the bed. His legs were spread almost painfully wide, and a blindfold covered his green eyes.
"Delicious," Draco pronounced from his vantage point at the foot of the bed.
"Sometimes I hate being in love with you, you know," Harry remarked in an offhand manner as he tested his restraints.
"Please," scoffed Draco. "If you weren't enjoying this, your cock wouldn't be so hard."
Harry couldn't deny it, and he didn't bother trying. He had never engaged in anything but vanilla sex until he had started dating Draco. At first, Harry had been reluctant to try anything new or kinky, but Draco had gradually worn down his resistance. Now, Harry found himself looking forward to what new and exciting props or toys that Draco introduced to their bedroom play.
"What shall it be this time?" Draco mused, almost as if speaking to himself. "Shall I use the feather again?"
Harry shivered at the thought of being tickled all over by a merciless, feather-wielding Draco.
"Perhaps I should get out the body paints," Draco remarked.
Body paints were Harry's favorite. He loved it when Draco brushed the flavored colors over his skin and then swiped him clean with his tongue.
"Or, I could get some ice from the kitchen."
The mere suggestion had goosebumps skittering over Harry's flesh. Ice play was almost too intense to be pleasurable, but he had to admire how creative Draco got with it.
"We could get rough, if you'd prefer," Draco's voice purred. "I could get out the cock ring and the nipple clamps."
Harry clenched his teeth to prevent a soft whimper from escaping. He had a love-hate relationship with the clamps and the cock ring. Harry didn't like the discomfort associated with those items, nor how Draco would ruthlessly tease him to the edge of orgasm and hold him there until he was nearly screaming before he granted Harry his release. However, the resulting climaxes were the most intense that Harry had ever experienced. His cock throbbed with longing, and Harry tugged on his restraints once more.
"If you've been a good boy, I can use your favorite vibrator on you," Draco offered nonchalantly.
Harry heard him rummaging in their box of toys, followed by a low, familiar hum. He moaned and arched his back, lifting his hips while he pleaded, "Please, Draco. Anything."
Draco switched off the vibe in his hand and replaced it in the box. "Anything?" he asked. His gray eyes gleamed in excitement.
"Something. Anything," panted Harry, twisting now upon the bed. "Please don't make me wait any longer."
"There is something new I've been wanting to try," Draco drawled.
This time, Harry couldn't contain his whimper. He listened intently as Draco moved about the room, trying to ascertain what his boyfriend was doing. When Draco finally came to stand beside the bed, Harry held his breath...and released it on a gasp as the first droplets of melted wax dribbled over his stomach.
Cross-posted to hd_500