Birthday!gift: Take It
Title: Take It
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus, Theo, Astoria
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 2395
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 cyane_snape, who asked for vampire!fic. Also written for hp_creatures using the prompt words song, red, spike, true, beat.
Summary: Harry hears a rumor that Malfoy has been Turned. Intrigued, he plans to find out for himself.
Harry Potter harbored a secret vampire fantasy, fueled in part by the vampire romance novels he had nicked from Hermione. At the time he'd been sharing a flat with his two best friends, burned out from the War, yet incredibly bored sitting around the flat. Reading soppy vampire romances had been an amusing way to pass the time. However, when Harry found one of Hermione's books hidden under the sofa as he cleaned, it had opened his eyes to a whole new world of possibilities. He had come across a vampire romance, in which both main characters were male.
Having only recently come out to his close friends, Harry had never read gay erotica before, and he was hooked. It was at that point that Harry's odd fascination with vampires was born. Harry desperately wanted to meet a vampire, but it was easier wished than done. That is, until rumors surfaced that Draco Malfoy had been Turned.
~*~
"Do you reckon that's true?" Harry mused, indicating the headline of the Daily Prophet that Hermione was reading:
DRACO MALFOY A VAMPIRE?
"It wouldn't surprise me," Ron snorted, scattering biscuit crumbs. "He always was a pale, pointy git."
"Exactly, Ron," Hermione responded. "Malfoy has always been pale, so I doubt he's a vampire. Never mind the fact that he plays up to the image by only being seen in public at night."
"I'm going to the club tonight," Harry announced casually, reaching for a biscuit. "Who's coming with me?" He didn't mention the fact that he knew Ron and Hermione were invited to the Burrow for dinner.
"Dinner at Mum's," Ron shrugged.
"You go and have fun, Harry," Hermione said. "Say hello to Seamus if you meet up with him."
Harry nodded absently.
"And stay away from Malfoy."
Harry inhaled biscuit crumbs. "Wh-what?" he choked.
"I know you have a thing for blond blokes, Harry," Hermione said primly, "and Malfoy is nothing but trouble, even if he isn't a vampire."
Harry tried for a bit of levity. "Yes, mum," he replied.
"Don't get cheeky with me."
~*~
"What's up with Malfoy and his new sidekicks?" Harry asked before taking a drink of firewhiskey.
Seamus glanced over to where Malfoy and his latest entourage had just entered the club and shrugged. "He never goes anywhere without Theodore Nott and Astoria Greengrass these days."
Harry narrowed his eyes as he watched the newest incarnation of the Slytherin Trio make their way through the club to claim a corner table. It seemed he would have to lure Malfoy away from his friends before he could take him home for something more intimate. Harry bided his time until Malfoy and the others took the dance floor. He finished his drink before joining the crush of dancers. Harry steadily worked his way closer to Malfoy, pausing to bump and grind with some random blokes along the way. He was still several feet from Malfoy when the blond turned, as if sensing his presence.
"Potter."
Harry couldn't hear Malfoy's voice over the loud thrum of the bass-filled song, but he read his name on Malfoy's lips. Pushing his way through the mass of bodies, he was finally within touching distance of his goal. Malfoy closed the gap between them, sidling close to wind his lithe body around Harry's in a sinuous dance. He nuzzled close to Harry's throat and purred, "Potter, you smell divine."
Harry shivered in arousal and tightened his arms about Malfoy. "Come home with me," he rumbled.
"Mm, tempting." He continued to rub and frot against Harry with no further comment.
"How much more tempting do you require before you agree to come home with me?" Harry prodded.
"What are you prepared to offer?"
"Sex," Harry promised, "and blood."
Malfoy's eyebrows rose and a grin stretched his lips, revealing the hint of fangs.
Harry's pulse fluttered madly in reaction to the sight.
"Do you believe everything you read, Potter?"
"No, I like to find things out for myself."
Malfoy writhed against Harry on the dance floor awhile longer before he responded, "Fair enough, Potter. I'll take you home with me."
"I don't share, Malfoy," Harry said tightly. "You'll come home with me, alone, if you want to come at all."
Malfoy glanced to where Nott and Greengrass were dancing nearby. "Protection," he said simply.
"What do you need protection from?"
Malfoy laughed. "Not for me, Potter. For you."
Harry frowned at that. "I don't need protecting."
"Still the foolishly brave Gryffindor?"
"Determined and aroused, I dare say," countered Harry, "and I want to guarantee there will be no interruptions. My bed."
"Inviting a vampire into your home is a dangerous thing, Potter."
"I'm willing to risk it."
~*~
"Would you care for a drink?" Harry had Apparated them to his spacious flat with a view of the Thames in the distance.
"You know what I want to drink."
Malfoy's voice was a seductive purr, and Harry felt a thrill course up his spine. "So you really are a vampire and not someone who simply plays at it?" he challenged. In response, Malfoy tipped his head back and bared a pair of wicked fangs. Harry shuddered again; not in revulsion, but in arousal. "How...?"
"How did I become a vampire?" Malfoy asked the question for him. "As you know, vampires have a taste for blood, and the blood of witches and wizards is particularly addictive, due to the magic in their very veins. I, too, was attracted to a vampire, Potter, and he took particular enjoyment in fucking my body and sucking my blood. Unfortunately, he enjoyed my blood so much that he didn't stop in time. I would have died from blood loss, had he not turned me. I didn't exactly appreciate what he'd done, and I haven't seen him since."
"How did you know what to do? How to live?" Harry asked, genuinely interested in the answer.
"The library in the Manor is well-stocked," Malfoy shrugged, "and Theo and Astoria have been a great help."
Harry bristled at the mention of Malfoy's groupies. "You certainly seem inseparable from them."
"Jealous, Potter?" taunted his guest.
"Curious," Harry corrected him.
"I was curious once, too," Malfoy reminded him softly. Before Harry could comment, he continued, "Theo and Astoria are there to make sure I don't drain someone too far. Typically, they take turns allowing me to fuck them and feed from them."
Harry did feel an irrational surge of jealousy at that statement. He had suspected Nott and Greengrass were sharing Malfoy's bed, but to hear it stated so bluntly rankled. "I'm confident I can keep you from killing me, Malfoy," he remarked.
"Are you now?" purred the vampire, sidling close.
Harry allowed it, shivering in anticipation when Malfoy leaned close to nuzzle his neck. When Malfoy's tongue darted out to flick over the pulse in his throat, Harry firmed his resolve. "Sex first, and then you may have a drink."
Malfoy drew back with a small frown. He appeared to consider Harry's stipulation before acquiescing with a shrug. "I agree to your terms, Potter, but only because I desire a taste of your sweet blood."
The beat of Harry's heart accelerated at Malfoy's words, and he hoped he would be able to prevent the vampire from bleeding him dry. He led the way to his bedroom, and they undressed in silence, eyes on one another the entire time. Once naked, Malfoy stretched out on Harry's bed, skin gleaming like fine porcelain in the low light. Harry removed his last article of clothing and retrieved a bottle of lubricant from the table by the bed, using its contents to slick his cock.
"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked sharply.
"I should think that would be obvious."
"Potter, I haven't bottomed since..."
Malfoy's voice trailed off, but Harry understood what he hadn't said. "Take it or leave," he drawled. Outwardly, Harry projected calm, but inside he was all but cringing at the thought of Malfoy leaving in a snit. The vampire was scowling at him. "You'll enjoy it, Malfoy," Harry promised, barely daring to breathe as he awaited Malfoy's decision.
"You had better make it worth my while, Potter," he finally spat.
Harry joined him on the bed. "Oh I will, Malfoy, I will," he murmured, lubing his fingers. It was with sneering disdain that Malfoy opened his legs, but once Harry had two fingers inside of him, working his hole and rubbing his prostate, he began to moan and arch his back, writhing on Harry's fingers. His sexual arousal had caused his fangs to elongate further, and Harry's cock throbbed almost painfully at the sight. Unable to wait any longer, he withdrew his fingers. "Roll over," he husked.
"What?"
"On your fours," Harry instructed. "I'm going to fuck you from behind." It was the only way to prevent Malfoy from getting his fangs into Harry's throat, and they both knew it.
Malfoy turned over with obvious reluctance, crouching on his hands and knees. "Get on with it, Potter," he tossed over his shoulder.
Harry didn't give Malfoy a chance to change his mind. He positioned himself behind the vampire and guided his cock to the hole he'd prepared. He pushed in without preamble, burying himself in Malfoy's slick heat.
Malfoy rose to his knees immediately and turned his head, fangs bared to bite. Harry placed a hand between his shoulders and pushed him back down, ignoring the vampire's snarling and cursing. Instead, he pulled out and thrust in again and again, angling his hips each time until he hit Malfoy's prostate.
"Ungh," Malfoy moaned. "Oh fuck yes, right there." Forgetting his desire to bite, he seemed to focus simply on his desire, rocking back into each of Harry's strokes with throaty cries of pleasure.
Harry couldn't quell his own passionate vocalizations, not when Malfoy was clenched tightly around him and thrashing so enthusiastically beneath him. He had fantasized about shagging Malfoy while the vampire's fangs were in his throat, but Harry didn't trust either himself or Malfoy not to go too far. Nevertheless, the element of danger made this more than a simple shag, and he was having a difficult time making it last. Harry wanted Malfoy to come as if his pride depended on knowing that Malfoy had enjoyed the sex as much as Harry was. He reached beneath Malfoy and gripped his cock, finding it hot and hard. He gave Malfoy a few awkward tugs, but that was all that was necessary to bring him to a climax. He bucked against Harry with a cry that was more feral than human, pulsing over Harry's hand while his body clamped down hard on Harry's shaft.
Harry thrust into Malfoy a few more times before he, too, was caught up in a hard climax. He filled Malfoy with his release, then pulled free of him and cautiously slumped on his own side of the bed. Malfoy sighed and stretched out on his stomach, small tremors still coursing through his body. He turned his head to look at Harry and licked his lips.
Goosebumps rippled over Harry's skin, and his cock gave a half-hearted twitch. "Thirsty?" he asked. Malfoy nodded, eyes fastened on the pulse throbbing in Harry's throat. Harry unconsciously leaned closer, wanting nothing more than to feel the vampire's teeth pierce his flesh just as surely as he had pierced Malfoy's. Some shred of common sense gave him pause. "How will you know when to stop?"
"The more powerful the wizard, the more addictive the blood," Malfoy murmured in response, eyes taking on an unearthly glow. His head drew nearer, until Harry placed a hand on his shoulder to hold him at bay. "Potter," growled Malfoy.
Harry turned his hand over, extending his wrist. "Drink."
Malfoy sneered, but Harry's expression was implacable. With a muttered invective, he grasped Harry's hand and tugged him closer. Eyes on Harry's, Malfoy brought his wrist to his mouth and licked a hot stripe over the sensitive skin.
Harry released a shaky breath, only to suck it back in on a sharp gasp when Malfoy's fangs nicked his wrist and the vampire began drawing the blood from his vein. They moaned in concert. Harry had long fantasized what it would be like to allow a vampire to drink from him, but his imagination could never conjure the sheer eroticism of the act. He found himself wanting to pull Malfoy close and encourage him to suck at his throat. A small but insistent part of Harry's brain warned him Malfoy was taking too much, would take it all if he let him, and Harry pushed feebly at the vampire with his other hand. "Enough," he croaked.
Malfoy growled and bit down harder.
"Enough!" Harry repeated louder, voice firmer.
Malfoy lifted his head and flung Harry's arm away, eyes blazing with anger and unsated hunger. He licked his cherry-red lips, moaning again at the taste of Harry on his tongue. His cock was jutting upright once more, as if engorged with Harry's blood.
Harry grabbed his wand from where he'd left it on the side table and performed a minor healing charm on his wrist. A spike of arousal had his own cock erect again, and he launched himself at Malfoy. After a brief, enticing struggle, Harry had managed to flip the vampire onto his stomach once more. Malfoy surrendered with a muttered curse, arching his back to raise his arse in wanton invitation. He was still damp and loosened from use, and Harry's cock slid into him easily, drawing more of those feral sounding growls of pleasure from the vampire. Harry was tempted to utter the word mine, but he bit his tongue, concentrating instead on driving his cock deeper into Malfoy with each thrust.
There would be time enough later to solidify his claim on his new lover.
Take It Again
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus, Theo, Astoria
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 2395
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 cyane_snape, who asked for vampire!fic. Also written for hp_creatures using the prompt words song, red, spike, true, beat.
Summary: Harry hears a rumor that Malfoy has been Turned. Intrigued, he plans to find out for himself.
Harry Potter harbored a secret vampire fantasy, fueled in part by the vampire romance novels he had nicked from Hermione. At the time he'd been sharing a flat with his two best friends, burned out from the War, yet incredibly bored sitting around the flat. Reading soppy vampire romances had been an amusing way to pass the time. However, when Harry found one of Hermione's books hidden under the sofa as he cleaned, it had opened his eyes to a whole new world of possibilities. He had come across a vampire romance, in which both main characters were male.
Having only recently come out to his close friends, Harry had never read gay erotica before, and he was hooked. It was at that point that Harry's odd fascination with vampires was born. Harry desperately wanted to meet a vampire, but it was easier wished than done. That is, until rumors surfaced that Draco Malfoy had been Turned.
~*~
"Do you reckon that's true?" Harry mused, indicating the headline of the Daily Prophet that Hermione was reading:
DRACO MALFOY A VAMPIRE?
"It wouldn't surprise me," Ron snorted, scattering biscuit crumbs. "He always was a pale, pointy git."
"Exactly, Ron," Hermione responded. "Malfoy has always been pale, so I doubt he's a vampire. Never mind the fact that he plays up to the image by only being seen in public at night."
"I'm going to the club tonight," Harry announced casually, reaching for a biscuit. "Who's coming with me?" He didn't mention the fact that he knew Ron and Hermione were invited to the Burrow for dinner.
"Dinner at Mum's," Ron shrugged.
"You go and have fun, Harry," Hermione said. "Say hello to Seamus if you meet up with him."
Harry nodded absently.
"And stay away from Malfoy."
Harry inhaled biscuit crumbs. "Wh-what?" he choked.
"I know you have a thing for blond blokes, Harry," Hermione said primly, "and Malfoy is nothing but trouble, even if he isn't a vampire."
Harry tried for a bit of levity. "Yes, mum," he replied.
"Don't get cheeky with me."
~*~
"What's up with Malfoy and his new sidekicks?" Harry asked before taking a drink of firewhiskey.
Seamus glanced over to where Malfoy and his latest entourage had just entered the club and shrugged. "He never goes anywhere without Theodore Nott and Astoria Greengrass these days."
Harry narrowed his eyes as he watched the newest incarnation of the Slytherin Trio make their way through the club to claim a corner table. It seemed he would have to lure Malfoy away from his friends before he could take him home for something more intimate. Harry bided his time until Malfoy and the others took the dance floor. He finished his drink before joining the crush of dancers. Harry steadily worked his way closer to Malfoy, pausing to bump and grind with some random blokes along the way. He was still several feet from Malfoy when the blond turned, as if sensing his presence.
"Potter."
Harry couldn't hear Malfoy's voice over the loud thrum of the bass-filled song, but he read his name on Malfoy's lips. Pushing his way through the mass of bodies, he was finally within touching distance of his goal. Malfoy closed the gap between them, sidling close to wind his lithe body around Harry's in a sinuous dance. He nuzzled close to Harry's throat and purred, "Potter, you smell divine."
Harry shivered in arousal and tightened his arms about Malfoy. "Come home with me," he rumbled.
"Mm, tempting." He continued to rub and frot against Harry with no further comment.
"How much more tempting do you require before you agree to come home with me?" Harry prodded.
"What are you prepared to offer?"
"Sex," Harry promised, "and blood."
Malfoy's eyebrows rose and a grin stretched his lips, revealing the hint of fangs.
Harry's pulse fluttered madly in reaction to the sight.
"Do you believe everything you read, Potter?"
"No, I like to find things out for myself."
Malfoy writhed against Harry on the dance floor awhile longer before he responded, "Fair enough, Potter. I'll take you home with me."
"I don't share, Malfoy," Harry said tightly. "You'll come home with me, alone, if you want to come at all."
Malfoy glanced to where Nott and Greengrass were dancing nearby. "Protection," he said simply.
"What do you need protection from?"
Malfoy laughed. "Not for me, Potter. For you."
Harry frowned at that. "I don't need protecting."
"Still the foolishly brave Gryffindor?"
"Determined and aroused, I dare say," countered Harry, "and I want to guarantee there will be no interruptions. My bed."
"Inviting a vampire into your home is a dangerous thing, Potter."
"I'm willing to risk it."
~*~
"Would you care for a drink?" Harry had Apparated them to his spacious flat with a view of the Thames in the distance.
"You know what I want to drink."
Malfoy's voice was a seductive purr, and Harry felt a thrill course up his spine. "So you really are a vampire and not someone who simply plays at it?" he challenged. In response, Malfoy tipped his head back and bared a pair of wicked fangs. Harry shuddered again; not in revulsion, but in arousal. "How...?"
"How did I become a vampire?" Malfoy asked the question for him. "As you know, vampires have a taste for blood, and the blood of witches and wizards is particularly addictive, due to the magic in their very veins. I, too, was attracted to a vampire, Potter, and he took particular enjoyment in fucking my body and sucking my blood. Unfortunately, he enjoyed my blood so much that he didn't stop in time. I would have died from blood loss, had he not turned me. I didn't exactly appreciate what he'd done, and I haven't seen him since."
"How did you know what to do? How to live?" Harry asked, genuinely interested in the answer.
"The library in the Manor is well-stocked," Malfoy shrugged, "and Theo and Astoria have been a great help."
Harry bristled at the mention of Malfoy's groupies. "You certainly seem inseparable from them."
"Jealous, Potter?" taunted his guest.
"Curious," Harry corrected him.
"I was curious once, too," Malfoy reminded him softly. Before Harry could comment, he continued, "Theo and Astoria are there to make sure I don't drain someone too far. Typically, they take turns allowing me to fuck them and feed from them."
Harry did feel an irrational surge of jealousy at that statement. He had suspected Nott and Greengrass were sharing Malfoy's bed, but to hear it stated so bluntly rankled. "I'm confident I can keep you from killing me, Malfoy," he remarked.
"Are you now?" purred the vampire, sidling close.
Harry allowed it, shivering in anticipation when Malfoy leaned close to nuzzle his neck. When Malfoy's tongue darted out to flick over the pulse in his throat, Harry firmed his resolve. "Sex first, and then you may have a drink."
Malfoy drew back with a small frown. He appeared to consider Harry's stipulation before acquiescing with a shrug. "I agree to your terms, Potter, but only because I desire a taste of your sweet blood."
The beat of Harry's heart accelerated at Malfoy's words, and he hoped he would be able to prevent the vampire from bleeding him dry. He led the way to his bedroom, and they undressed in silence, eyes on one another the entire time. Once naked, Malfoy stretched out on Harry's bed, skin gleaming like fine porcelain in the low light. Harry removed his last article of clothing and retrieved a bottle of lubricant from the table by the bed, using its contents to slick his cock.
"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked sharply.
"I should think that would be obvious."
"Potter, I haven't bottomed since..."
Malfoy's voice trailed off, but Harry understood what he hadn't said. "Take it or leave," he drawled. Outwardly, Harry projected calm, but inside he was all but cringing at the thought of Malfoy leaving in a snit. The vampire was scowling at him. "You'll enjoy it, Malfoy," Harry promised, barely daring to breathe as he awaited Malfoy's decision.
"You had better make it worth my while, Potter," he finally spat.
Harry joined him on the bed. "Oh I will, Malfoy, I will," he murmured, lubing his fingers. It was with sneering disdain that Malfoy opened his legs, but once Harry had two fingers inside of him, working his hole and rubbing his prostate, he began to moan and arch his back, writhing on Harry's fingers. His sexual arousal had caused his fangs to elongate further, and Harry's cock throbbed almost painfully at the sight. Unable to wait any longer, he withdrew his fingers. "Roll over," he husked.
"What?"
"On your fours," Harry instructed. "I'm going to fuck you from behind." It was the only way to prevent Malfoy from getting his fangs into Harry's throat, and they both knew it.
Malfoy turned over with obvious reluctance, crouching on his hands and knees. "Get on with it, Potter," he tossed over his shoulder.
Harry didn't give Malfoy a chance to change his mind. He positioned himself behind the vampire and guided his cock to the hole he'd prepared. He pushed in without preamble, burying himself in Malfoy's slick heat.
Malfoy rose to his knees immediately and turned his head, fangs bared to bite. Harry placed a hand between his shoulders and pushed him back down, ignoring the vampire's snarling and cursing. Instead, he pulled out and thrust in again and again, angling his hips each time until he hit Malfoy's prostate.
"Ungh," Malfoy moaned. "Oh fuck yes, right there." Forgetting his desire to bite, he seemed to focus simply on his desire, rocking back into each of Harry's strokes with throaty cries of pleasure.
Harry couldn't quell his own passionate vocalizations, not when Malfoy was clenched tightly around him and thrashing so enthusiastically beneath him. He had fantasized about shagging Malfoy while the vampire's fangs were in his throat, but Harry didn't trust either himself or Malfoy not to go too far. Nevertheless, the element of danger made this more than a simple shag, and he was having a difficult time making it last. Harry wanted Malfoy to come as if his pride depended on knowing that Malfoy had enjoyed the sex as much as Harry was. He reached beneath Malfoy and gripped his cock, finding it hot and hard. He gave Malfoy a few awkward tugs, but that was all that was necessary to bring him to a climax. He bucked against Harry with a cry that was more feral than human, pulsing over Harry's hand while his body clamped down hard on Harry's shaft.
Harry thrust into Malfoy a few more times before he, too, was caught up in a hard climax. He filled Malfoy with his release, then pulled free of him and cautiously slumped on his own side of the bed. Malfoy sighed and stretched out on his stomach, small tremors still coursing through his body. He turned his head to look at Harry and licked his lips.
Goosebumps rippled over Harry's skin, and his cock gave a half-hearted twitch. "Thirsty?" he asked. Malfoy nodded, eyes fastened on the pulse throbbing in Harry's throat. Harry unconsciously leaned closer, wanting nothing more than to feel the vampire's teeth pierce his flesh just as surely as he had pierced Malfoy's. Some shred of common sense gave him pause. "How will you know when to stop?"
"The more powerful the wizard, the more addictive the blood," Malfoy murmured in response, eyes taking on an unearthly glow. His head drew nearer, until Harry placed a hand on his shoulder to hold him at bay. "Potter," growled Malfoy.
Harry turned his hand over, extending his wrist. "Drink."
Malfoy sneered, but Harry's expression was implacable. With a muttered invective, he grasped Harry's hand and tugged him closer. Eyes on Harry's, Malfoy brought his wrist to his mouth and licked a hot stripe over the sensitive skin.
Harry released a shaky breath, only to suck it back in on a sharp gasp when Malfoy's fangs nicked his wrist and the vampire began drawing the blood from his vein. They moaned in concert. Harry had long fantasized what it would be like to allow a vampire to drink from him, but his imagination could never conjure the sheer eroticism of the act. He found himself wanting to pull Malfoy close and encourage him to suck at his throat. A small but insistent part of Harry's brain warned him Malfoy was taking too much, would take it all if he let him, and Harry pushed feebly at the vampire with his other hand. "Enough," he croaked.
Malfoy growled and bit down harder.
"Enough!" Harry repeated louder, voice firmer.
Malfoy lifted his head and flung Harry's arm away, eyes blazing with anger and unsated hunger. He licked his cherry-red lips, moaning again at the taste of Harry on his tongue. His cock was jutting upright once more, as if engorged with Harry's blood.
Harry grabbed his wand from where he'd left it on the side table and performed a minor healing charm on his wrist. A spike of arousal had his own cock erect again, and he launched himself at Malfoy. After a brief, enticing struggle, Harry had managed to flip the vampire onto his stomach once more. Malfoy surrendered with a muttered curse, arching his back to raise his arse in wanton invitation. He was still damp and loosened from use, and Harry's cock slid into him easily, drawing more of those feral sounding growls of pleasure from the vampire. Harry was tempted to utter the word mine, but he bit his tongue, concentrating instead on driving his cock deeper into Malfoy with each thrust.
There would be time enough later to solidify his claim on his new lover.
Take It Again