crystalusagi: "What Trick?" (Draco/Harry, NC-17)
Title: What Trick?
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #5, Trick
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Harry doesn't mind being tricked by Draco.
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Warning: Smut and nothing but smut. Rough wall!sex.
Notes: Written for wilshirist, who requested H/D a while back. Also written in response to the "Need" prompt at 100quills.
"Is this some sort of trick?" he gasped as Malfoy's body pressed against his in a hot, insistent line, from head to toe. Pressed. A jerk of angled hips, and Malfoy's cock was hard against his, so hard it was impossible to struggle in Malfoy's punishing grip. He would have bruises on his wrists for sure.
"It might be," Malfoy admitted, and pushed at him again. Bloody fuck. "You gonna buy into it, Potter?" he asked against Harry's ear before taking the bit of flesh between his teeth and nibbling. The hot, almost-painful sensation shot straight to his cock, and he bucked violently. Malfoy's laughter was like his fingers bruising Harry's flesh, all over, from the inside. "Christ, Potter. You need me, don't you?"
"Not on your li -- Oh fuck," Harry moaned.
Malfoy laughed again, and he felt hot fingers unbuttoning his jeans, unzipping them, slipping in to pull out his cock. He looked and down saw it --Oh GOD-- in Malfoy's hand, hard and heavy, and already dripping pre-come and in Malfoy's hand. And fuck, that hand was moving, slowly, fingers curled firmly around his cock and moving, sliding over him. If it was a trick and Malfoy stopped Harry would kill him. Fucking throw an avada kedavra and he would mean it, too.
"Feel good?" Malfoy asked, and his other hand was undoing his own trousers. Harry batted his hand away and pulled down Malfoy's zip himself. Malfoy's cock was holy hell fucking beautiful and hard in his hand and he was stroking Malfoy and it felt almost as good as Malfoy stroking him. Fuck, this was a trick, wasn't it? He didn't care --
"--Just don't stop!" And he didn't stop jerking Malfoy's cock either as he turned his head to finally, finally taste that pouting mouth. Malfoy tasted like lemon and mint and it was the most delicious fucking thing ever, especially when Malfoy moaned Harry's name into his mouth and Malfoy's tongue tickled the roof of his mouth and drove him even crazier. He used his free hand to grip Malfoy's white-blond hair, forcing him closer, their mouths melded together.
"Harry," Malfoy said when they finally stopped for air, and it was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to him, especially when he could still feel Malfoy's hand working his cock, pulling shock after shock of pleasure from him. But then Malfoy kept on talking. "I'm going to fuck you." Harry groaned and fucked into Malfoy's hand. He heard Malfoy mutter a wandless spell and felt a tingling heat expand inside of him. "Tell me, Potter. Tell me," Malfoy commanded, and Harry's muddled brain grasped at the first thing it could.
"You're going to fuck me," he practically moaned, and Malfoy groaned too, and suddenly his hand wasn't touching Harry's cock anymore. Harry made a desperate sound.
"Shhh, Harry," Malfoy whispered softly, and then he was pushing Harry's legs apart until Harry was sure that he wouldn't be able to keep standing. All worry disappeared, because an instant later Malfoy was lifting his legs and wrapping them around his hips, and his hand slipped off Malfoy's cock, and that cock was pressing up against the entrance of Harry's arse.
"Oh fuck," he managed, and Malfoy said "Yes," and then he was inside of Harry. He didn't wait for Harry to adjust to the impossibly huge presence inside of him. He pulled back and shoved his entire cock back in, hard and brutal and punishing and hitting Harry's prostate. Harry screamed, toes curling as the blaze of pleasure made him see white.
Malfoy kept on fucking him, bumping him against the hard stone wall at his back. And he was whispering things into Harry's ear, too. "You'll come first with my cock inside of you," he said silkily, then licked a burning trail down Harry's neck. "You'll come, and then I'll make you get on your knees and suck my cock until I shoot down your throat. And you'll do it, won't you?" He stopped when he asked the question, and Harry was crazy with desire and nodded, whining, bucking his hips, trying to fuck himself on Malfoy's cock. "Won't you, Potter?" Malfoy repeated, and Harry nodded as tears of frustration dripped down his face because Malfoy wasn't moving.
And Malfoy just chuckled and resumed fucking him, and Harry was crying still, but now it was from relief. "You are such a slut, Potter."
He did come first, and Malfoy shoved into him a couple more times before pulling out. He released Harry completely, and Harry slid to the ground as Malfoy cast a cleansing charm on himself.
"Good of you to get on your knees without prompting," Malfoy drawled, and grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair. "Suck me, Potter," he demanded, guiding Harry's head to his still-hard cock. Harry opened his mouth to take Malfoy's cock in. The Slytherin moaned and rocked his hips, sliding his cock deeper down Harry's throat. It tasted salty-sweet, and Harry felt thirsty. He moaned around his mouthful, and it seemed to spur Malfoy on because soon Malfoy was fucking Harry's mouth hard, his spit-slicked cock pistoning in and out of Harry's mouth with ease.
"Fuck, Harry! Who knew you'd be such a good cocksucker?" he muttered as he gripped Harry's hair tighter. "You've done this before, haven't you? Have you sucked cock before, Harry?" And Harry just groaned. "Doesn't matter," he continued. "You'll only suck me from now on, won't you, my slut?" And Harry groaned again. Then he grabbed Malfoy's arse cheeks to pull him closer, and swallowed deliberately around his cock, feeling his throat muscles spasm around Malfoy's cock. Malfoy shouted and Harry felt the Slytherin's bitter seed shoot down his throat. Malfoy pulled out quickly, and his cock was still spurting. The white jets hit Harry's face, and dripped down his cheeks, and he licked at it, bringing his fingers up to gather it and bring it to his lips. It tasted salty-sweet, too.
"Bloody hell, Potter," Malfoy breathed afterward. That was all -- he didn't say anything else. He cleaned them both and they dressed in relative silence.
When they were done, Malfoy reached over and touched Harry's wrist. Harry glanced down and sighed inwardly. He knew they would be bruised. "Damn it, Draco. Next time I'm putting bruises on you."
Draco grinned at him and brought his wrist up, licking at the bruises. "Okay," he said.