Birthday!gift; AWDT: Large Closets Are Great for Shagging
Title: Large Closets Are Great for Shagging
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1000
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex...in a closet (characters are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a belated birthday gift for knic26, whose prompt of H/D, kilt!porn allowed me to sequel Small Closets Are So Bourgeois. This was also written for the current awdt prompt of "Not now; I need to do this."
Summary: Harry learns the advantages of having a large closet.
Harry pressed closer to Draco and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "Model your kilt for me, love," he purred, nuzzling Draco's neck.
Draco pushed Harry away. "Not now; I need to do this," he said as he opened another box and began levitating its contents to their proper places in the spacious closet. He had a lot of clothing to put away.
Harry fought the urge to stamp his foot. "Please?" he tried.
"Later," Draco replied in a distracted voice.
Harry stamped his foot. "Draco Malfoy, I want to have sex with your kilt now!" he cried.
Draco turned to him with lips and eyebrows quirked. "Alright, Harry," he drawled. Pointing his wand into the depths of the closet, he called out, "Accio, kilt!" The garment flew into his outstretched hand. Draco thrust the tartan at Harry. "Here you are," he said. "Be sure to Scourgify it when you've finished."
Harry automatically clutched the material to his chest as he gaped stupidly at his boyfriend. "No," he protested. "I want you to wear it while we have sex." Even in the dim light of the closet Harry could see Draco's eyes sparkle with humor. "Ruddy prat," he grumbled.
Giving in to his mirth, Draco laughed out loud. Once he regained his composure, he took the kilt from Harry and asked, "If I indulge your new fetish by donning this kilt, what's in it for me?"
Harry was tempted to say, 'A great shag', but Draco got great shags from him all the time. No, this called for a serious sacrifice on his part. "I-I'll let you renovate the en suite in our bedroom," Harry offered.
Draco's eyes gleamed with glee. "Deal!" he proclaimed.
Harry had a feeling he'd regret this...later. For now, all he could focus on was the thought of Draco dressed in the red and black tartan.
"Turn around," Draco instructed.
Harry's gut clenched with the realization that he was about to have sex with his boyfriend in this huge closet while Draco was wearing a kilt. He turned his back and tried to concentrate on his breathing as the sound of clothing rustled behind him. Harry gave himself an anxious squeeze through his dusty jeans while he waited.
After an eternity of agony, Draco said, "You may look now."
Harry turned and caught his breath on a gasp. Draco stood before him wearing the kilt...and nothing else. Mesmerized, Harry took a step forward.
Draco halted him with a raised hand. "I want you naked," he insisted with a stubborn tilt of his chin.
Harry swore beneath his breath, but he grabbed the edge of his Cannons T-shirt and began undressing. Once he was nude, he charged at Draco, who emitted an undignified squeak as he was virtually tackled by his overenthusiastic boyfriend.
Draco's back hit the wall behind him with a thud, but when he opened his mouth to protest, Harry's tongue plunged inside. Draco forgot all about arguing, and he angled his head to press his mouth more firmly to Harry's.
With a moan, Harry wrenched away. His throbbing cock was demanding relief, and he could wait no longer to be buried deep in Draco's hot, accommodating body. He set Draco back from him and urged his boyfriend to turn around. Draco braced his palms on the wall of the closet, tense and trembling with anticipation as Harry inched his kilt up. Harry swallowed heavily when he succeeded in exposing Draco's arse. He palmed each cheek and squeezed. "Perfect," he sighed.
"Get on with it," Draco insisted, pressing back into Harry's hands.
Harry concentrated before whispering a common lubricating charm. He nudged his prick into place and pushed past Draco's tight ring of muscle. Draco moaned while Harry gasped, "So good." He flexed his hips forward, penetrating deeper.
Draco reached up and clenched his fingers onto the edge of the shelf over his head for balance. "Harder," he gritted. "Give it to me hard."
Inspired by his boyfriend's dirty talk, Harry pulled out almost completely before ramming in once again. Draco gasped in pleasure, and Harry was soon pounding into his boyfriend's hole. All the while, his fists maintained their grip on the heavy material of Draco's sexy kilt, holding it up and out of the way.
The shelf Draco was clinging to rattled alarmingly, but he paid it no heed. His focus was on the hot, dragging friction of Harry's cock as it stretched and filled him. Draco yelped and flailed as the shelf gave way, and he stumbled to his knees.
"Ouch, damn it!"
"Fucking hell!"
Draco and Harry cursed in unison. Harry lacked the patience to sort things out. Instead, he dropped down to join Draco, mounting him again, right there on the floor.
"Ungh," Draco grunted as Harry's cock plunged inside him again. He was now on his fours in front of Harry, kilt rucked up around his waist, getting buggered on the floor of a closet. It was brilliant. Draco reached beneath the front of his kilt and began to wank himself with short, jerky motions. Despite Draco's best efforts, Harry managed to climax first, pulsing hot and wet inside of Draco. Hips rocking and hand sliding furiously up and down his shaft, Draco came a moment later. His release soiled the front of his kilt, but Draco was too sated and lethargic to care.
Harry kissed the slope of Draco's shoulder before he withdrew from his boyfriend with a happy hum.
Draco wobbled to an upright position and unfastened his kilt, allowing it to fall to the floor. He picked it up and twisted his torso to face Harry. Tossing the kilt to Harry, Draco said, "Take this and Scourgify it."
Tart in Tartan
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1000
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex...in a closet (characters are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a belated birthday gift for knic26, whose prompt of H/D, kilt!porn allowed me to sequel Small Closets Are So Bourgeois. This was also written for the current awdt prompt of "Not now; I need to do this."
Summary: Harry learns the advantages of having a large closet.
Harry pressed closer to Draco and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "Model your kilt for me, love," he purred, nuzzling Draco's neck.
Draco pushed Harry away. "Not now; I need to do this," he said as he opened another box and began levitating its contents to their proper places in the spacious closet. He had a lot of clothing to put away.
Harry fought the urge to stamp his foot. "Please?" he tried.
"Later," Draco replied in a distracted voice.
Harry stamped his foot. "Draco Malfoy, I want to have sex with your kilt now!" he cried.
Draco turned to him with lips and eyebrows quirked. "Alright, Harry," he drawled. Pointing his wand into the depths of the closet, he called out, "Accio, kilt!" The garment flew into his outstretched hand. Draco thrust the tartan at Harry. "Here you are," he said. "Be sure to Scourgify it when you've finished."
Harry automatically clutched the material to his chest as he gaped stupidly at his boyfriend. "No," he protested. "I want you to wear it while we have sex." Even in the dim light of the closet Harry could see Draco's eyes sparkle with humor. "Ruddy prat," he grumbled.
Giving in to his mirth, Draco laughed out loud. Once he regained his composure, he took the kilt from Harry and asked, "If I indulge your new fetish by donning this kilt, what's in it for me?"
Harry was tempted to say, 'A great shag', but Draco got great shags from him all the time. No, this called for a serious sacrifice on his part. "I-I'll let you renovate the en suite in our bedroom," Harry offered.
Draco's eyes gleamed with glee. "Deal!" he proclaimed.
Harry had a feeling he'd regret this...later. For now, all he could focus on was the thought of Draco dressed in the red and black tartan.
"Turn around," Draco instructed.
Harry's gut clenched with the realization that he was about to have sex with his boyfriend in this huge closet while Draco was wearing a kilt. He turned his back and tried to concentrate on his breathing as the sound of clothing rustled behind him. Harry gave himself an anxious squeeze through his dusty jeans while he waited.
After an eternity of agony, Draco said, "You may look now."
Harry turned and caught his breath on a gasp. Draco stood before him wearing the kilt...and nothing else. Mesmerized, Harry took a step forward.
Draco halted him with a raised hand. "I want you naked," he insisted with a stubborn tilt of his chin.
Harry swore beneath his breath, but he grabbed the edge of his Cannons T-shirt and began undressing. Once he was nude, he charged at Draco, who emitted an undignified squeak as he was virtually tackled by his overenthusiastic boyfriend.
Draco's back hit the wall behind him with a thud, but when he opened his mouth to protest, Harry's tongue plunged inside. Draco forgot all about arguing, and he angled his head to press his mouth more firmly to Harry's.
With a moan, Harry wrenched away. His throbbing cock was demanding relief, and he could wait no longer to be buried deep in Draco's hot, accommodating body. He set Draco back from him and urged his boyfriend to turn around. Draco braced his palms on the wall of the closet, tense and trembling with anticipation as Harry inched his kilt up. Harry swallowed heavily when he succeeded in exposing Draco's arse. He palmed each cheek and squeezed. "Perfect," he sighed.
"Get on with it," Draco insisted, pressing back into Harry's hands.
Harry concentrated before whispering a common lubricating charm. He nudged his prick into place and pushed past Draco's tight ring of muscle. Draco moaned while Harry gasped, "So good." He flexed his hips forward, penetrating deeper.
Draco reached up and clenched his fingers onto the edge of the shelf over his head for balance. "Harder," he gritted. "Give it to me hard."
Inspired by his boyfriend's dirty talk, Harry pulled out almost completely before ramming in once again. Draco gasped in pleasure, and Harry was soon pounding into his boyfriend's hole. All the while, his fists maintained their grip on the heavy material of Draco's sexy kilt, holding it up and out of the way.
The shelf Draco was clinging to rattled alarmingly, but he paid it no heed. His focus was on the hot, dragging friction of Harry's cock as it stretched and filled him. Draco yelped and flailed as the shelf gave way, and he stumbled to his knees.
"Ouch, damn it!"
"Fucking hell!"
Draco and Harry cursed in unison. Harry lacked the patience to sort things out. Instead, he dropped down to join Draco, mounting him again, right there on the floor.
"Ungh," Draco grunted as Harry's cock plunged inside him again. He was now on his fours in front of Harry, kilt rucked up around his waist, getting buggered on the floor of a closet. It was brilliant. Draco reached beneath the front of his kilt and began to wank himself with short, jerky motions. Despite Draco's best efforts, Harry managed to climax first, pulsing hot and wet inside of Draco. Hips rocking and hand sliding furiously up and down his shaft, Draco came a moment later. His release soiled the front of his kilt, but Draco was too sated and lethargic to care.
Harry kissed the slope of Draco's shoulder before he withdrew from his boyfriend with a happy hum.
Draco wobbled to an upright position and unfastened his kilt, allowing it to fall to the floor. He picked it up and twisted his torso to face Harry. Tossing the kilt to Harry, Draco said, "Take this and Scourgify it."
Tart in Tartan