Birthday!gift: Live a Little 3
Title: Live a Little 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 865
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 kaykayen, who asked for a sequel to Live a Little 2. This installment officially closes out the arc.
Summary: Draco learns that Potter was right all along.
Draco allowed Potter to take him back to his flat. He glanced about with interest as he stepped from the Floo, reluctantly impressed at the clean, uncluttered appearance of the place and the tasteful decor.
"Come with me," Potter purred, and Draco shivered at the implication heavy in those words. He followed Potter down a hallway to the master bedroom. Despite having climaxed recently, Draco's body was stirring with renewed desire. His nipples tingled from being pierced, in spite of the quick Episkey he'd performed before they left the tattoo parlor. The sensation was sizzling straight to his hardening cock.
Potter began to undress without a word, and Draco followed suit. He'd left his shirt undone at the tattoo parlor, so it was a simple matter to shrug out of it and then unzip his trousers. In a moment he was nude in front of Potter. Draco stood with his chin raised proudly. He knew he had a good body, and if the heat in Potter's eyes was anything to go by, he thought so, too.
"You're going to love this," Potter rumbled, stepping out of his pants. "There's nothing more erotic than having your nipple rings played with during sex."
Draco drew in a sharp breath as an equally sharp stab of desire caused his heart to pound in his chest. Potter gestured to the bed, and Draco stretched out on top of it. While his host rummaged in a side table, Draco fingered one of his new silver rings. His cock twitched in reaction, followed by a tiny spasm of his hole. Draco's entire body was primed and eager for sex. When Potter joined him on the bed, Draco parted his legs and bit his lip to keep from crying out as he was lubed and stretched and prepped for penetration.
Potter tore open a foil packet and sheathed his cock. "Up on your knees," he husked.
Draco complied, rising to a kneeling position with his back to Potter. A warm, rough hand splayed across Draco's stomach, tantalizingly close to the tip of his erect penis. Potter used that hand to brace Draco as he lined his cock up with Draco's hole and opened him wide with a forceful thrust. Draco moaned and clutched at Potter's forearm with one hand while his other hand grasped the headboard to steady himself.
Potter didn't pause until his groin was pressed firmly to Draco's backside. "How's that feel?" he whispered in Draco's ear.
Draco quivered. "Good," he rasped, tensing and flexing his buttocks around Potter's thick cock.
Potter slid his hand up Draco's torso, and his fingers plucked at the rings adorning Draco's nipples. At the same time, Potter pulled his prick almost all the way out and drove in again.
"Oh my god," Draco moaned as his head lolled back in pleasure. Potter had been right. The stimulation of his pierced nipples, combined with the brilliant burn of the cock that was stroking in and out of his hole, was incredible. Draco grabbed blindly for the headboard with both hands and held on for the ride. His penis bobbed against his belly with each slap of Potter's thighs against his arse as Potter fucked him. Draco's knuckles whitened on the headboard. "Harder," he gritted. Potter obliged him, pounding into Draco with more force and pulling almost cruelly on his nipple rings. Draco's body was winding tight and tighter. He was spiraling close to orgasm without any contact on his cock. Potter was ramming his prostate with ruthless accuracy, and Draco's composure shattered. Needy, garbled sounds tumbled from his lips as he twisted and bucked and lost himself in the hot, frantic sex.
When Potter shifted one hand from Draco's nipple to grasp his cock, Draco climaxed with an uninhibited cry of delight. His back arched, and his body quaked as he pulsed over Potter's slippery fingers. As the tension left his limbs, Draco sagged forward, panting for breath and still clinging to the headboard. Potter's cock continued pounding into Draco until he thrust a final time and groaned as he shuddered behind Draco. He, too, drooped forward, his body draped heavily across Draco's back.
Still experiencing the euphoria of outstanding sex, Draco allowed Potter to rest against him. Potter finally straightened with a sated hum and pulled free of the clenching drag of Draco's body. Draco's hole spasmed as if protesting the loss of Potter's cock. He sighed and turned with a wince. His nipples and arse were pleasantly sore, and he was feeling relaxed and lethargic.
Potter stripped off his condom and binned it before lying back on his bed and stretching. "I told you that would be brilliant," he smirked.
Draco nodded in assent and eased down on the other side of the bed.
"Will you ever doubt me again?" Potter teased.
"Most likely," Draco drawled, "but I'll allow you to persuade me you're right."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 865
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 kaykayen, who asked for a sequel to Live a Little 2. This installment officially closes out the arc.
Summary: Draco learns that Potter was right all along.
Draco allowed Potter to take him back to his flat. He glanced about with interest as he stepped from the Floo, reluctantly impressed at the clean, uncluttered appearance of the place and the tasteful decor.
"Come with me," Potter purred, and Draco shivered at the implication heavy in those words. He followed Potter down a hallway to the master bedroom. Despite having climaxed recently, Draco's body was stirring with renewed desire. His nipples tingled from being pierced, in spite of the quick Episkey he'd performed before they left the tattoo parlor. The sensation was sizzling straight to his hardening cock.
Potter began to undress without a word, and Draco followed suit. He'd left his shirt undone at the tattoo parlor, so it was a simple matter to shrug out of it and then unzip his trousers. In a moment he was nude in front of Potter. Draco stood with his chin raised proudly. He knew he had a good body, and if the heat in Potter's eyes was anything to go by, he thought so, too.
"You're going to love this," Potter rumbled, stepping out of his pants. "There's nothing more erotic than having your nipple rings played with during sex."
Draco drew in a sharp breath as an equally sharp stab of desire caused his heart to pound in his chest. Potter gestured to the bed, and Draco stretched out on top of it. While his host rummaged in a side table, Draco fingered one of his new silver rings. His cock twitched in reaction, followed by a tiny spasm of his hole. Draco's entire body was primed and eager for sex. When Potter joined him on the bed, Draco parted his legs and bit his lip to keep from crying out as he was lubed and stretched and prepped for penetration.
Potter tore open a foil packet and sheathed his cock. "Up on your knees," he husked.
Draco complied, rising to a kneeling position with his back to Potter. A warm, rough hand splayed across Draco's stomach, tantalizingly close to the tip of his erect penis. Potter used that hand to brace Draco as he lined his cock up with Draco's hole and opened him wide with a forceful thrust. Draco moaned and clutched at Potter's forearm with one hand while his other hand grasped the headboard to steady himself.
Potter didn't pause until his groin was pressed firmly to Draco's backside. "How's that feel?" he whispered in Draco's ear.
Draco quivered. "Good," he rasped, tensing and flexing his buttocks around Potter's thick cock.
Potter slid his hand up Draco's torso, and his fingers plucked at the rings adorning Draco's nipples. At the same time, Potter pulled his prick almost all the way out and drove in again.
"Oh my god," Draco moaned as his head lolled back in pleasure. Potter had been right. The stimulation of his pierced nipples, combined with the brilliant burn of the cock that was stroking in and out of his hole, was incredible. Draco grabbed blindly for the headboard with both hands and held on for the ride. His penis bobbed against his belly with each slap of Potter's thighs against his arse as Potter fucked him. Draco's knuckles whitened on the headboard. "Harder," he gritted. Potter obliged him, pounding into Draco with more force and pulling almost cruelly on his nipple rings. Draco's body was winding tight and tighter. He was spiraling close to orgasm without any contact on his cock. Potter was ramming his prostate with ruthless accuracy, and Draco's composure shattered. Needy, garbled sounds tumbled from his lips as he twisted and bucked and lost himself in the hot, frantic sex.
When Potter shifted one hand from Draco's nipple to grasp his cock, Draco climaxed with an uninhibited cry of delight. His back arched, and his body quaked as he pulsed over Potter's slippery fingers. As the tension left his limbs, Draco sagged forward, panting for breath and still clinging to the headboard. Potter's cock continued pounding into Draco until he thrust a final time and groaned as he shuddered behind Draco. He, too, drooped forward, his body draped heavily across Draco's back.
Still experiencing the euphoria of outstanding sex, Draco allowed Potter to rest against him. Potter finally straightened with a sated hum and pulled free of the clenching drag of Draco's body. Draco's hole spasmed as if protesting the loss of Potter's cock. He sighed and turned with a wince. His nipples and arse were pleasantly sore, and he was feeling relaxed and lethargic.
Potter stripped off his condom and binned it before lying back on his bed and stretching. "I told you that would be brilliant," he smirked.
Draco nodded in assent and eased down on the other side of the bed.
"Will you ever doubt me again?" Potter teased.
"Most likely," Draco drawled, "but I'll allow you to persuade me you're right."