Fun in the Cellar
Title: Fun in the Cellar
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Unknown
Prompt: 3some
Word Count: 1360
Summary: Draco treats Harry to a surprise
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sex, domination, mention of drugs
Notes: Birthday gift!fic for harrysexmagick x
The last thing Harry saw that morning was Draco’s huge grin and the malicious, mischievous sparkling glint in his eyes before the cellar was plunged into darkness as Draco tied the blindfold around his face cutting off his vision. The last conversation Harry heard that morning was Draco talking to someone. It was one-sided and he heard him tell the person that it was all prepared and he would meet them in half an hour. The last thing Harry felt that morning was Draco patting him on the head like he was a dog before footsteps made their way up the stairs and grew fainter and fainter before being finally silenced by the slamming of a door. Harry gulped.
He was hard. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life and he was aching for release. Draco had told him to drink up and Harry had obediently followed orders and swallowed the colourless liquid in the glass vial without a second thought. His cock had immediately sprung to attention and had strained so much against the rough denim of his jeans that it started to hurt. Not for long though, because Draco soon had him stripped, bound and kneeling on the floor before he fit the blindfold on him. He suspected it was some sort of Viagra-esque potion he had taken, though he wasn’t sure whether the sweating of his palms and the curling of his toes were part of the effects, or if that was just him nervously excited in anticipation of what might come later.
*
He didn’t know how long it had been but his ears pricked up and his cock twitched when he heard the cellar door open and two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs. Eyesight gone, he focused intently on what he could hear and a sight wave of horror washed over him as the footsteps stopped directly in front of him it seemed, but no words or other noises were made. The morbidly humiliating thought of it being Ron and Hermione in front of him who had just so happened to drop by unexpectedly for a quick chat struck him and he was just about to break his promise and cry out for help when he felt something brush up against his lips. He opened his mouth as he was taught to and felt two rough fingers forcing their way down his throat before a third was inserted too. He tried not to choke and did his best not to move and lapped his tongue against the fingers before they were roughly pulled out. Harry heard a zip being undone and opened his mouth as wide as he could, preparing himself for a sudden onslaught when he felt a pair of hands clawing at his hips from behind, lifting him up into a standing position. His legs buckled for they were numb from kneeling for so long and he leant his weight on whoever it was guiding him over to another part of the cellar before he was shoved unceremoniously forward and his chest landed against something rough. He worked out he was bent over an old dining table that they never used anymore and didn’t know why the hell they hadn’t thrown it out and just as Harry thought that it was a good idea they hadn’t because this seemed like the perfect position to be in, he felt the fingers back in his mouth again indicating him to open it wide before they were replaced with a cock. Draco’s cock - he knew it faithfully and began to get to work using the techniques he knew his boyfriend liked. All of a sudden he felt a burning, ripping sensation as a cock forced his way into his hole and he couldn’t help it, there had been no warning and he yelled and arched his neck. He must have grazed Draco’s cock with his teeth when he did because he heard him growl and then he grabbed him by the hair and used it to slam his head against the table. Harry tasted vomit and he saw stars behind the blackness of the blindfold but even so, all he could focus on was the pain from behind. Draco was big, but this was something else entirely and agonisingly slowly, whoever it was was still forcing their way in deeper and not being particularly delicate about it either. Harry felt the head of Draco’s cock against his lips and obediently sucked the best he could while trying his best not to hurt him again.
Whoever was taking him from behind got settled (just as well, Harry thought he’d pass out if they owned any more inches) and the brief break allowed Harry to get as comfortable as he could before the cock was pulled almost entirely out, even more slowly than it had gone in and hurting twice as much before and he felt the hands on his hips again and was then pulled back to impale himself on the huge cock from behind so violently that Draco’s cock slipped out of his mouth. He went to lean forward to find Draco again but Draco evidently had other ideas and he held his head tightly with both hands, a silent indication for Harry to just keep still and he began to face fuck him. It was hard enough not to gag when it was just Draco, never mind getting pounded from behind at the same time, sometimes lurching forward so much that Draco’s cock hit his gag reflex and made his eyes water behind the blindfold as he concentrated on not throwing up. The person fucking him had buried themselves deep now and were pounding him with furiously fast stabbing strokes and Harry could feel hot, urgent breath on the back of his neck as they quickened to an almost impossible speed, hitting Harry’s prostate on each stroke and he was still so hard he thought he’d come right there and then. A hand, Draco’s or the other persons, Harry wasn’t sure, found its way to his cock and started to stroke extremely slowly in sharp contrast to the frenzied fucking he was receiving from both ends. Even so, after a couple of pulls he felt his balls tighten and he gripped the table so hard he was sure he was engraving scratches into the surface with his nails and came noisily, moaning his approval of grateful release so loud that it triggered snickers of laughter from both Draco and the other person.
Done with him and Harry’s arms getting tired from leaning in this position, both ends seemed to pick up pace and then Harry knew Draco was about to come because he felt him push his head away and knew that he was stroking to build up his load. He kept his mouth open, waiting for his prize, and then yelled out loud when the cock from behind was pulled from him in one masterful stroke, leaving his hole aching and empty. Head swimming, he just had time to gather his thoughts before his head was yanked back and Draco’s cock slid into his mouth, pumping furiously as his mouth was filled with his hot seed. He could hear Draco sucking air through his teeth in satisfied pleasure as he fucked his mouth a little more, getting the last few drops down Harry’s throat before it was removed and replaced with the other cock that came as soon as Harry’s tongue lapped against the head, squirting down his throat, on his tongue and some of it around his mouth and cheeks.
*
“Did you enjoy it?” Draco asked. He and Harry were lying on their backs on their bed, passing a post-coital joint between them.
Harry grinned winningly and nodded. “Amazing. But who was it?”
Draco laughed and passed the joint to Harry. “Could have been a random bloke… It could have been one of my mates. Blaise maybe, or Theodore.” He propped himself up on one elbow and turned to Harry. “Or of course,” he continued wickedly, “It could have been Pansy with a strap on!”
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Unknown
Prompt: 3some
Word Count: 1360
Summary: Draco treats Harry to a surprise
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sex, domination, mention of drugs
Notes: Birthday gift!fic for harrysexmagick x
The last thing Harry saw that morning was Draco’s huge grin and the malicious, mischievous sparkling glint in his eyes before the cellar was plunged into darkness as Draco tied the blindfold around his face cutting off his vision. The last conversation Harry heard that morning was Draco talking to someone. It was one-sided and he heard him tell the person that it was all prepared and he would meet them in half an hour. The last thing Harry felt that morning was Draco patting him on the head like he was a dog before footsteps made their way up the stairs and grew fainter and fainter before being finally silenced by the slamming of a door. Harry gulped.
He was hard. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life and he was aching for release. Draco had told him to drink up and Harry had obediently followed orders and swallowed the colourless liquid in the glass vial without a second thought. His cock had immediately sprung to attention and had strained so much against the rough denim of his jeans that it started to hurt. Not for long though, because Draco soon had him stripped, bound and kneeling on the floor before he fit the blindfold on him. He suspected it was some sort of Viagra-esque potion he had taken, though he wasn’t sure whether the sweating of his palms and the curling of his toes were part of the effects, or if that was just him nervously excited in anticipation of what might come later.
*
He didn’t know how long it had been but his ears pricked up and his cock twitched when he heard the cellar door open and two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs. Eyesight gone, he focused intently on what he could hear and a sight wave of horror washed over him as the footsteps stopped directly in front of him it seemed, but no words or other noises were made. The morbidly humiliating thought of it being Ron and Hermione in front of him who had just so happened to drop by unexpectedly for a quick chat struck him and he was just about to break his promise and cry out for help when he felt something brush up against his lips. He opened his mouth as he was taught to and felt two rough fingers forcing their way down his throat before a third was inserted too. He tried not to choke and did his best not to move and lapped his tongue against the fingers before they were roughly pulled out. Harry heard a zip being undone and opened his mouth as wide as he could, preparing himself for a sudden onslaught when he felt a pair of hands clawing at his hips from behind, lifting him up into a standing position. His legs buckled for they were numb from kneeling for so long and he leant his weight on whoever it was guiding him over to another part of the cellar before he was shoved unceremoniously forward and his chest landed against something rough. He worked out he was bent over an old dining table that they never used anymore and didn’t know why the hell they hadn’t thrown it out and just as Harry thought that it was a good idea they hadn’t because this seemed like the perfect position to be in, he felt the fingers back in his mouth again indicating him to open it wide before they were replaced with a cock. Draco’s cock - he knew it faithfully and began to get to work using the techniques he knew his boyfriend liked. All of a sudden he felt a burning, ripping sensation as a cock forced his way into his hole and he couldn’t help it, there had been no warning and he yelled and arched his neck. He must have grazed Draco’s cock with his teeth when he did because he heard him growl and then he grabbed him by the hair and used it to slam his head against the table. Harry tasted vomit and he saw stars behind the blackness of the blindfold but even so, all he could focus on was the pain from behind. Draco was big, but this was something else entirely and agonisingly slowly, whoever it was was still forcing their way in deeper and not being particularly delicate about it either. Harry felt the head of Draco’s cock against his lips and obediently sucked the best he could while trying his best not to hurt him again.
Whoever was taking him from behind got settled (just as well, Harry thought he’d pass out if they owned any more inches) and the brief break allowed Harry to get as comfortable as he could before the cock was pulled almost entirely out, even more slowly than it had gone in and hurting twice as much before and he felt the hands on his hips again and was then pulled back to impale himself on the huge cock from behind so violently that Draco’s cock slipped out of his mouth. He went to lean forward to find Draco again but Draco evidently had other ideas and he held his head tightly with both hands, a silent indication for Harry to just keep still and he began to face fuck him. It was hard enough not to gag when it was just Draco, never mind getting pounded from behind at the same time, sometimes lurching forward so much that Draco’s cock hit his gag reflex and made his eyes water behind the blindfold as he concentrated on not throwing up. The person fucking him had buried themselves deep now and were pounding him with furiously fast stabbing strokes and Harry could feel hot, urgent breath on the back of his neck as they quickened to an almost impossible speed, hitting Harry’s prostate on each stroke and he was still so hard he thought he’d come right there and then. A hand, Draco’s or the other persons, Harry wasn’t sure, found its way to his cock and started to stroke extremely slowly in sharp contrast to the frenzied fucking he was receiving from both ends. Even so, after a couple of pulls he felt his balls tighten and he gripped the table so hard he was sure he was engraving scratches into the surface with his nails and came noisily, moaning his approval of grateful release so loud that it triggered snickers of laughter from both Draco and the other person.
Done with him and Harry’s arms getting tired from leaning in this position, both ends seemed to pick up pace and then Harry knew Draco was about to come because he felt him push his head away and knew that he was stroking to build up his load. He kept his mouth open, waiting for his prize, and then yelled out loud when the cock from behind was pulled from him in one masterful stroke, leaving his hole aching and empty. Head swimming, he just had time to gather his thoughts before his head was yanked back and Draco’s cock slid into his mouth, pumping furiously as his mouth was filled with his hot seed. He could hear Draco sucking air through his teeth in satisfied pleasure as he fucked his mouth a little more, getting the last few drops down Harry’s throat before it was removed and replaced with the other cock that came as soon as Harry’s tongue lapped against the head, squirting down his throat, on his tongue and some of it around his mouth and cheeks.
*
“Did you enjoy it?” Draco asked. He and Harry were lying on their backs on their bed, passing a post-coital joint between them.
Harry grinned winningly and nodded. “Amazing. But who was it?”
Draco laughed and passed the joint to Harry. “Could have been a random bloke… It could have been one of my mates. Blaise maybe, or Theodore.” He propped himself up on one elbow and turned to Harry. “Or of course,” he continued wickedly, “It could have been Pansy with a strap on!”