Birthday!gift: Lying Down
Title: Lying Down
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 1050
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 warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for dampandghostly, who asked for a sequel to Lying Low.
Summary: Malfoy arrives at Harry's office the day after to demand satisfaction.
Harry had been stuck in his office all day, embroiled in the tedious paperwork that was the result of the huge brawl that had occurred at Malfoy Manor the night before. However, Harry wasn't begrudging the fact that he'd gone on that call with several other Aurors. After all, he had gotten an unexpected bonus. He had arrived in the Manor's ballroom in time to see Draco Malfoy dive beneath a sofa for safety, and Harry been compelled to crowd in behind his former school rival. Malfoy's nearness had been intoxicating, and Harry had been pleasantly surprised when Malfoy consented to a furtive shag in the enclosed space. It had been a tight squeeze...in more ways than one.
Harry pressed the heel of his hand against his swelling cock and tried to concentrate on filling out the stack of forms on his desk. A knock on his door provided a welcome distraction. "Come in," Harry called out, not looking up from where he was scrawling his signature on the topmost parchment. His office door opened and shut again. When his visitor didn't speak, Harry glanced up in irritation to see who it was. His cock twitched at the sight of Draco Malfoy leaning indolently against the closed door. Harry dropped his quill and leaned back in his chair, hands clasped casually across his stomach. "Malfoy, it's a pleasure to see you again," he smirked.
Malfoy brushed at a bit of lint on his sleeve. "You may not be so pleased to learn I've come to complain about your gross misconduct last evening."
Harry allowed his eyes to travel slowly, insolently over Malfoy's lean frame, lingering at his crotch. What he saw there propelled him to his feet and sent him prowling around his desk. "That's not why you're here," he purred, halting within touching distance of Malfoy.
"No?" Malfoy challenged. "Why else would I be here?" His voice sounded breathless.
"I believe you're here for round two," Harry murmured, edging closer still.
Malfoy's eyes dilated. "You-you're mad," he whispered, leaning towards Harry.
"Mad with wanting you," growled Harry, one hand settling firmly between Malfoy's legs while the other grasped the back of his neck and dragged him forward into a desperate, heated snog. Harry's tongue pressed the seam of Malfoy's lips, demanding entrance, and Malfoy whimpered and opened to him, allowing Harry to invade his mouth in the same way he had allowed Harry to invade his body the night before.
Harry raised his head to drag in a ragged breath. His right hand was still massaging Malfoy's cock and balls while his left hand was tangled in the other man's silky hair. Malfoy's hands clutched weakly at Harry's shirt front, and he had yet to open his eyes. "There's a sofa here in my office," Harry rasped. "Shall I fuck you on it or over it?"
Gray eyes blinked open to stare at Harry, hot and dark with need. Malfoy's tongue darted out to wet his bruised lips. "On it," he breathed.
Harry dragged Malfoy to the sofa and shoved his cloak and some files off of it before he pushed Malfoy onto the cushions and followed him down. Their mouths met again in a kiss that was hot and wet and fierce, and their hands plucked and pulled at clothing until skin met naked skin. Their shirts were undone, and Malfoy's trousers and briefs hung from one of his legs. Too impatient to battle clothing any longer, Harry pushed his own trousers and boxers down to mid-thigh and settled his hips between Malfoy's legs.
As Harry vacillated, torn between trying to find his wand or get the lubricant he kept stashed in his bottom drawer, Malfoy grasped Harry's cock and positioned it at his slick entrance. "You cheeky slut," Harry grinned, driving his hips forward and sinking into Malfoy's lubed and ready hole. Malfoy gasped and arched up, greedy for more. Harry thrust until he was balls deep and then stilled.
"Don't stop," Malfoy pleaded, rolling his hips impatiently under Harry's.
"As much as I enjoyed taking you from behind last night," Harry rumbled, "I find I much prefer you in this position--spread beneath me like a wanton whore." He pulled out until only the crown of his cock teased at Malfoy's sensitive rim before plunging in again, drawing a startled cry of passion from Malfoy's throat. Being able to watch Malfoy's face as he plundered his hole was inspiring Harry to thrust harder and deeper on each stroke.
Malfoy gasped and moaned, whimpered and writhed, and clamped onto Harry's cock as if he never planned to let go. Each brush against his prostate caused his knees to jerk up a little higher until they were nearly level with his shoulders, and Harry was delighted with his lover's flexibility. He felt Malfoy's hand work its way between their straining bodies until he was tugging himself furiously, in rhythm with Harry's thrusts. Malfoy's breathing quickened, and Harry shifted his weight to cover Malfoy's mouth with one hand. The movement came none too soon, as Malfoy abruptly stiffened beneath Harry and then thrashed his way through a hard climax. His pleasured wails were muffled by Harry's hand, and good thing, too. Harry had neglected to cast a Silencing charm.
The rippling spasms of Malfoy's inner muscles squeezed Harry's cock in rhythmic contractions, pulling his orgasm from him. He buried his face in Malfoy's neck and came with a stifled shout, pulsing into Malfoy in waves of pleasure.
When it was over, they lay panting on the sofa, bodies damp with sweat and spunk, still joined together intimately. Harry was reluctant to move. He wanted to enjoy the sweet clasp of Malfoy's twitching hole as long as possible. Without raising his head, he mumbled, "Why did you come here today?"
"To demand satisfaction for your rude behavior last night," Malfoy replied, voice slurred with sexual contentment.
"And are you satisfied?" Harry asked him.
"Mm, yes," Malfoy sighed. "For now."
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 1050
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 warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for dampandghostly, who asked for a sequel to Lying Low.
Summary: Malfoy arrives at Harry's office the day after to demand satisfaction.
Harry had been stuck in his office all day, embroiled in the tedious paperwork that was the result of the huge brawl that had occurred at Malfoy Manor the night before. However, Harry wasn't begrudging the fact that he'd gone on that call with several other Aurors. After all, he had gotten an unexpected bonus. He had arrived in the Manor's ballroom in time to see Draco Malfoy dive beneath a sofa for safety, and Harry been compelled to crowd in behind his former school rival. Malfoy's nearness had been intoxicating, and Harry had been pleasantly surprised when Malfoy consented to a furtive shag in the enclosed space. It had been a tight squeeze...in more ways than one.
Harry pressed the heel of his hand against his swelling cock and tried to concentrate on filling out the stack of forms on his desk. A knock on his door provided a welcome distraction. "Come in," Harry called out, not looking up from where he was scrawling his signature on the topmost parchment. His office door opened and shut again. When his visitor didn't speak, Harry glanced up in irritation to see who it was. His cock twitched at the sight of Draco Malfoy leaning indolently against the closed door. Harry dropped his quill and leaned back in his chair, hands clasped casually across his stomach. "Malfoy, it's a pleasure to see you again," he smirked.
Malfoy brushed at a bit of lint on his sleeve. "You may not be so pleased to learn I've come to complain about your gross misconduct last evening."
Harry allowed his eyes to travel slowly, insolently over Malfoy's lean frame, lingering at his crotch. What he saw there propelled him to his feet and sent him prowling around his desk. "That's not why you're here," he purred, halting within touching distance of Malfoy.
"No?" Malfoy challenged. "Why else would I be here?" His voice sounded breathless.
"I believe you're here for round two," Harry murmured, edging closer still.
Malfoy's eyes dilated. "You-you're mad," he whispered, leaning towards Harry.
"Mad with wanting you," growled Harry, one hand settling firmly between Malfoy's legs while the other grasped the back of his neck and dragged him forward into a desperate, heated snog. Harry's tongue pressed the seam of Malfoy's lips, demanding entrance, and Malfoy whimpered and opened to him, allowing Harry to invade his mouth in the same way he had allowed Harry to invade his body the night before.
Harry raised his head to drag in a ragged breath. His right hand was still massaging Malfoy's cock and balls while his left hand was tangled in the other man's silky hair. Malfoy's hands clutched weakly at Harry's shirt front, and he had yet to open his eyes. "There's a sofa here in my office," Harry rasped. "Shall I fuck you on it or over it?"
Gray eyes blinked open to stare at Harry, hot and dark with need. Malfoy's tongue darted out to wet his bruised lips. "On it," he breathed.
Harry dragged Malfoy to the sofa and shoved his cloak and some files off of it before he pushed Malfoy onto the cushions and followed him down. Their mouths met again in a kiss that was hot and wet and fierce, and their hands plucked and pulled at clothing until skin met naked skin. Their shirts were undone, and Malfoy's trousers and briefs hung from one of his legs. Too impatient to battle clothing any longer, Harry pushed his own trousers and boxers down to mid-thigh and settled his hips between Malfoy's legs.
As Harry vacillated, torn between trying to find his wand or get the lubricant he kept stashed in his bottom drawer, Malfoy grasped Harry's cock and positioned it at his slick entrance. "You cheeky slut," Harry grinned, driving his hips forward and sinking into Malfoy's lubed and ready hole. Malfoy gasped and arched up, greedy for more. Harry thrust until he was balls deep and then stilled.
"Don't stop," Malfoy pleaded, rolling his hips impatiently under Harry's.
"As much as I enjoyed taking you from behind last night," Harry rumbled, "I find I much prefer you in this position--spread beneath me like a wanton whore." He pulled out until only the crown of his cock teased at Malfoy's sensitive rim before plunging in again, drawing a startled cry of passion from Malfoy's throat. Being able to watch Malfoy's face as he plundered his hole was inspiring Harry to thrust harder and deeper on each stroke.
Malfoy gasped and moaned, whimpered and writhed, and clamped onto Harry's cock as if he never planned to let go. Each brush against his prostate caused his knees to jerk up a little higher until they were nearly level with his shoulders, and Harry was delighted with his lover's flexibility. He felt Malfoy's hand work its way between their straining bodies until he was tugging himself furiously, in rhythm with Harry's thrusts. Malfoy's breathing quickened, and Harry shifted his weight to cover Malfoy's mouth with one hand. The movement came none too soon, as Malfoy abruptly stiffened beneath Harry and then thrashed his way through a hard climax. His pleasured wails were muffled by Harry's hand, and good thing, too. Harry had neglected to cast a Silencing charm.
The rippling spasms of Malfoy's inner muscles squeezed Harry's cock in rhythmic contractions, pulling his orgasm from him. He buried his face in Malfoy's neck and came with a stifled shout, pulsing into Malfoy in waves of pleasure.
When it was over, they lay panting on the sofa, bodies damp with sweat and spunk, still joined together intimately. Harry was reluctant to move. He wanted to enjoy the sweet clasp of Malfoy's twitching hole as long as possible. Without raising his head, he mumbled, "Why did you come here today?"
"To demand satisfaction for your rude behavior last night," Malfoy replied, voice slurred with sexual contentment.
"And are you satisfied?" Harry asked him.
"Mm, yes," Malfoy sighed. "For now."