Birthday!gift: One Hunger
Title: One Hunger
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
Word count: 1145
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit. AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR UNDERAGE READERS. Mind the rating and the warning(s).
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for zebrui, who gave the prompt of veela!fic. This is a sequel to Bent and Broken.
Summary: Draco "drops in" again.
Harry took his dinner dishes to the sink to rinse them. As he was drying his hands, he heard his dog Max begin to bark outside. Drawing his wand just in case, Harry went out to the garden. A smile lit his face when he saw he had company. "Malfoy, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Nearly three weeks had passed since Malfoy had crash-landed in Harry's garden, his wing damaged from an altercation with another veela. That chance encounter had led to some explosive sex the following morning, and Harry had found himself missing Malfoy ever since.
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by," Malfoy quipped.
"It had nothing to do with being randy?" taunted Harry, eyes sweeping Malfoy's bare torso before lingering on the bulge at his groin.
Malfoy seemed surprised by Harry's bluntness, but he recovered quickly. "Yes, Potter, I find myself in need of a good shag."
"I believe I can help you out in that respect," Harry told him, putting his wand away. His cock was rapidly catching up to the conversation, swelling in his jeans and making them uncomfortably tight. "Shall we go in?"
Malfoy shook his head. "My wings, remember?" He extended them to demonstrate their remarkable span.
Harry grinned at him. "I've made some home improvements since the last time you dropped by."
"Indeed?"
"Come," Harry beckoned, chuckling at his own innuendo. Malfoy rolled his eyes, but he followed Harry into the house with Max trotting in at their heels. Harry led the way to his bedroom, shooing Max out before closing the door. After he and Malfoy had been forced to shag in the garden due to Malfoy's impressive wingspan, Harry had magically enlarged the size of his bedroom. There was now plenty of space for Malfoy to unfurl his wings, which veelas typically did during copulation.
"I'm impressed, Potter," Malfoy admitted. He climbed on the bed and slowly extended his wings, smiling in delight when they didn't come close to touching anything.
"Are you ready now?" Harry felt compelled to ask. "Did you want anything to drink, or something to eat?"
"I only have one hunger at the moment, Potter," Malfoy purred in response. "I'm counting on you to appease me." As he spoke, Malfoy reached for the fastening of his trousers.
Harry's body surged to full arousal, and he hastened to get undressed. By the time Harry was nude, Malfoy was stretched out on his stomach on the bed, wings relaxed at his sides. Harry recalled that Malfoy's wings would extend as his excitement increased and that they would flutter like living things when Malfoy climaxed. He couldn't wait to experience it again. Harry withdrew a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand and joined Malfoy on the bed. He splayed a palm over Malfoy's lower back, and the magnificent white wings rustled in response. "Are you simply going to lie there and make me do all the work?" Harry rumbled, stroking Malfoy's back in small circles.
"I had to fly all the way here," Malfoy pointed out, peering at Harry over one shoulder. "I'm quite knackered."
"Would you like to rest instead?" Harry teased, one hand sliding down to caress the upper swell of Malfoy's arse.
"I'm not that knackered," Malfoy said quickly.
Harry laughed and leaned down to place a nip on Malfoy's bum.
Malfoy gasped and turned his head to glare at Harry. "I'm not in need of foreplay, Potter."
"No?" Harry murmured, kissing the reddened bite mark. "Perhaps I need some foreplay."
Malfoy snorted. "I saw your cock, Potter. You're more than ready."
"Fine, fine," Harry huffed, sitting up and uncapping the lubricant. "Ruin all my fun, why don't you?"
"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself nonetheless," Malfoy smirked, relaxing as he allowed Harry to take control. He parted his legs, and Harry upended the bottle of lubricant, letting the slippery substance drizzle into Malfoy's cleft. His fingers followed, stroking the lubricant over the twitching flesh that marked Malfoy's entrance. A muffled moan from the veela brought a grin to Harry's lips. He pushed one finger into Malfoy and worked it in and out. Malfoy squirmed in reaction, his inner muscles clamping down hard on Harry's finger. Harry's cock pulsed with envy, and he found himself rushing now, anxious to be buried in Malfoy's hot, tight hole. He inserted another finger and worked to stretch and loosen Malfoy's entrance. When Malfoy snarled at him to hurry, Harry deemed he was ready. He pulled his fingers free and wiped the excess lubricant on his prick.
Malfoy finally bestirred himself, bringing his knees under him and raising his arse in a blatant demand for sex. Harry placed one hand firmly on Malfoy's lower back while he used his other hand to line his cock up with Malfoy's hole. Harry flexed his hips forward, penetrating Malfoy and drawing groans from both of them. Harry hesitated, but Malfoy pushed his hips back insistently. Harry surged forward, burying himself deeper. He found a rhythm that Malfoy seemed to enjoy, and Harry set about fucking him with rough, hard thrusts.
Malfoy cried out at the intensity of their coupling, and his wings slowly extended to their fullest. "Potter, Potter, fuck," he panted, slamming his hips back to meet each stroke.
Harry shifted a hand beneath Malfoy's body, grasping his cock on the second try and squeezing it firmly. Malfoy's voice rose, and his wings fluttered. Outside the bedroom door, Max began to howl. Harry thrust faster, nothing gentle in the way he was driving into his partner's body. The cock in Harry's hand jerked as Malfoy came, coating Harry's fingers with his release. His body contracted around Harry's swollen cock and drew forth Harry's orgasm.
Harry was still shuddering when Malfoy sighed and pulled free of Harry's softening cock to lie on his stomach on the bed. Malfoy's wings were still extended, but they now drooped in exhaustion. "Budge over," Harry muttered, flopping gracelessly to the bed when Malfoy obliged him by pulling his wings in. They eventually receded, leaving his back smooth and bare and free of any sign that wings had sprouted from there at all.
With a grateful sigh, Malfoy rolled to his back and stretched. He began to sit up, but Harry stilled him with a hand pressed gently against his chest.
"Stay," Harry whispered. "For the night, at least."
Malfoy hesitated and then relaxed into the bedding once more. He yawned and mumbled, "Alright, but just for the night."
A Rousing Din
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
Word count: 1145
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit. AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR UNDERAGE READERS. Mind the rating and the warning(s).
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for zebrui, who gave the prompt of veela!fic. This is a sequel to Bent and Broken.
Summary: Draco "drops in" again.
Harry took his dinner dishes to the sink to rinse them. As he was drying his hands, he heard his dog Max begin to bark outside. Drawing his wand just in case, Harry went out to the garden. A smile lit his face when he saw he had company. "Malfoy, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Nearly three weeks had passed since Malfoy had crash-landed in Harry's garden, his wing damaged from an altercation with another veela. That chance encounter had led to some explosive sex the following morning, and Harry had found himself missing Malfoy ever since.
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by," Malfoy quipped.
"It had nothing to do with being randy?" taunted Harry, eyes sweeping Malfoy's bare torso before lingering on the bulge at his groin.
Malfoy seemed surprised by Harry's bluntness, but he recovered quickly. "Yes, Potter, I find myself in need of a good shag."
"I believe I can help you out in that respect," Harry told him, putting his wand away. His cock was rapidly catching up to the conversation, swelling in his jeans and making them uncomfortably tight. "Shall we go in?"
Malfoy shook his head. "My wings, remember?" He extended them to demonstrate their remarkable span.
Harry grinned at him. "I've made some home improvements since the last time you dropped by."
"Indeed?"
"Come," Harry beckoned, chuckling at his own innuendo. Malfoy rolled his eyes, but he followed Harry into the house with Max trotting in at their heels. Harry led the way to his bedroom, shooing Max out before closing the door. After he and Malfoy had been forced to shag in the garden due to Malfoy's impressive wingspan, Harry had magically enlarged the size of his bedroom. There was now plenty of space for Malfoy to unfurl his wings, which veelas typically did during copulation.
"I'm impressed, Potter," Malfoy admitted. He climbed on the bed and slowly extended his wings, smiling in delight when they didn't come close to touching anything.
"Are you ready now?" Harry felt compelled to ask. "Did you want anything to drink, or something to eat?"
"I only have one hunger at the moment, Potter," Malfoy purred in response. "I'm counting on you to appease me." As he spoke, Malfoy reached for the fastening of his trousers.
Harry's body surged to full arousal, and he hastened to get undressed. By the time Harry was nude, Malfoy was stretched out on his stomach on the bed, wings relaxed at his sides. Harry recalled that Malfoy's wings would extend as his excitement increased and that they would flutter like living things when Malfoy climaxed. He couldn't wait to experience it again. Harry withdrew a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand and joined Malfoy on the bed. He splayed a palm over Malfoy's lower back, and the magnificent white wings rustled in response. "Are you simply going to lie there and make me do all the work?" Harry rumbled, stroking Malfoy's back in small circles.
"I had to fly all the way here," Malfoy pointed out, peering at Harry over one shoulder. "I'm quite knackered."
"Would you like to rest instead?" Harry teased, one hand sliding down to caress the upper swell of Malfoy's arse.
"I'm not that knackered," Malfoy said quickly.
Harry laughed and leaned down to place a nip on Malfoy's bum.
Malfoy gasped and turned his head to glare at Harry. "I'm not in need of foreplay, Potter."
"No?" Harry murmured, kissing the reddened bite mark. "Perhaps I need some foreplay."
Malfoy snorted. "I saw your cock, Potter. You're more than ready."
"Fine, fine," Harry huffed, sitting up and uncapping the lubricant. "Ruin all my fun, why don't you?"
"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself nonetheless," Malfoy smirked, relaxing as he allowed Harry to take control. He parted his legs, and Harry upended the bottle of lubricant, letting the slippery substance drizzle into Malfoy's cleft. His fingers followed, stroking the lubricant over the twitching flesh that marked Malfoy's entrance. A muffled moan from the veela brought a grin to Harry's lips. He pushed one finger into Malfoy and worked it in and out. Malfoy squirmed in reaction, his inner muscles clamping down hard on Harry's finger. Harry's cock pulsed with envy, and he found himself rushing now, anxious to be buried in Malfoy's hot, tight hole. He inserted another finger and worked to stretch and loosen Malfoy's entrance. When Malfoy snarled at him to hurry, Harry deemed he was ready. He pulled his fingers free and wiped the excess lubricant on his prick.
Malfoy finally bestirred himself, bringing his knees under him and raising his arse in a blatant demand for sex. Harry placed one hand firmly on Malfoy's lower back while he used his other hand to line his cock up with Malfoy's hole. Harry flexed his hips forward, penetrating Malfoy and drawing groans from both of them. Harry hesitated, but Malfoy pushed his hips back insistently. Harry surged forward, burying himself deeper. He found a rhythm that Malfoy seemed to enjoy, and Harry set about fucking him with rough, hard thrusts.
Malfoy cried out at the intensity of their coupling, and his wings slowly extended to their fullest. "Potter, Potter, fuck," he panted, slamming his hips back to meet each stroke.
Harry shifted a hand beneath Malfoy's body, grasping his cock on the second try and squeezing it firmly. Malfoy's voice rose, and his wings fluttered. Outside the bedroom door, Max began to howl. Harry thrust faster, nothing gentle in the way he was driving into his partner's body. The cock in Harry's hand jerked as Malfoy came, coating Harry's fingers with his release. His body contracted around Harry's swollen cock and drew forth Harry's orgasm.
Harry was still shuddering when Malfoy sighed and pulled free of Harry's softening cock to lie on his stomach on the bed. Malfoy's wings were still extended, but they now drooped in exhaustion. "Budge over," Harry muttered, flopping gracelessly to the bed when Malfoy obliged him by pulling his wings in. They eventually receded, leaving his back smooth and bare and free of any sign that wings had sprouted from there at all.
With a grateful sigh, Malfoy rolled to his back and stretched. He began to sit up, but Harry stilled him with a hand pressed gently against his chest.
"Stay," Harry whispered. "For the night, at least."
Malfoy hesitated and then relaxed into the bedding once more. He yawned and mumbled, "Alright, but just for the night."
A Rousing Din