FIC, Mouthful of Flesh, D/H, NC-17
It seems that, the more essays I have to do, the more porn I write o_O
Title: Mouthful of Flesh
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blow-job, facial, bad language, and a general dislike and lack of respect between both parties involved
Summary: Harry gives Draco a blow-job. He hadn’t expected it to be so messy, though.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
Author’s Note: It occurs to me that my stories have been all about the anal action lately, and I’ve neglected the good old-fashioned art of the blow-job. So I’m making up for that today. Enjoy! ^__~
Potter on his knees, sucking-his cheeks gone hollow, concaving tenderly; that red mouth puffy and slurping and, yeah, yeah, sucking on the whole long length of him-is pretty much the hottest thing that Draco’s ever seen-ever-so when Potter starts gagging, and pulls away, and coughs, Draco says, “Fuck, keep it up or I’ll kill you,” and grabs Potter’s hair, guiding him back to where he ought to be.
Potter yanks his head away (predictably; Draco can’t say he hadn’t expected that) and hisses as some strands of his hair are pulled out by the root, and says, “Yeah, fuck you, too, Malfoy,” and keeps on sucking, using just a hint of teeth-and Draco doesn’t dare say anything that might make that rolling-tight heat move away from the head of his cock; and, besides, the little bugger was liable to bite.
It was always a fight with them; this was no different, even though that thing Harry did with his tongue while he was mouthing Draco’s bollocks was bloody amazing. Amazingly amazing. Fantastically amazing, and, fuck-where was this boy brought up, really? People shouldn’t know how to do this sort of stuff on their own, without some sort of training, or something, or a specialized degree. Not that Draco’s complaining.
No, Draco is most definitely not complaining-he’s not even sure what he’s saying; not now, not really. He thinks he might have murmured something about Potter’s mouth-about it looking best with a big thick cock jammed up in it; he doesn’t know-but whatever it was that he said makes Potter’s green eyes go narrow, and glare up and up at him, and Potter tries to speak around his mouthful of flesh, but the words get all garbled around it, and the only thing Draco’s thinking about then is that vibration is quite possibly the best invention ever-someone should get a medal, a monument, something, ohfuckingGodyeah, yeah-Potter is some sort of genius, Draco could swear it, because Draco’s cock is at the back of his throat, and between the muscle contractions caused by his gagging and the vocal vibrations of those little angry noises he’d started to make, Draco is a very, very, very happy man.
Oh, but, some of those angry noises might have been because Harry couldn’t breathe, because Draco had grabbed his hair again without realizing it, and jammed Harry’s head flat against his abdomen, and he only noticed it when Harry hit him-hard, the little bastard, but it hardly matters, because he’sgonna-and pulled his head away with a shout, and as Harry was coughing and wheezing and gulping in some precious oxygen, Draco was coming and coming in great spurts, in great long spurts of hot-white that splatter all over Harry’s face and clothes and open, panting mouth, and even on his ear a little bit, and it makes Harry spit and blink and wipe at it ineffectually, and Draco thinks, I did that, and memorizes the sight of Harry Potter, all sticky with his come, and shocked.
“Malfoy, what the fuck? A little warning, next time?” he says, and Draco smirks, and Harry sputters, saying, “I mean-not that there’s going to be a next time, this was just-” and Draco says, “Glad to see you’re so enthusiastic about sucking my cock, Potter. I’ll make sure to keep that in mind,” and Harry scowls at him, and then makes a face, saying, “Ugh, you got some in my hair,” and Draco zippers himself back up and says, “It’ll only make it look better, anyway,” and walks away with a smile on his face.
Title: Mouthful of Flesh
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blow-job, facial, bad language, and a general dislike and lack of respect between both parties involved
Summary: Harry gives Draco a blow-job. He hadn’t expected it to be so messy, though.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
Author’s Note: It occurs to me that my stories have been all about the anal action lately, and I’ve neglected the good old-fashioned art of the blow-job. So I’m making up for that today. Enjoy! ^__~
Potter on his knees, sucking-his cheeks gone hollow, concaving tenderly; that red mouth puffy and slurping and, yeah, yeah, sucking on the whole long length of him-is pretty much the hottest thing that Draco’s ever seen-ever-so when Potter starts gagging, and pulls away, and coughs, Draco says, “Fuck, keep it up or I’ll kill you,” and grabs Potter’s hair, guiding him back to where he ought to be.
Potter yanks his head away (predictably; Draco can’t say he hadn’t expected that) and hisses as some strands of his hair are pulled out by the root, and says, “Yeah, fuck you, too, Malfoy,” and keeps on sucking, using just a hint of teeth-and Draco doesn’t dare say anything that might make that rolling-tight heat move away from the head of his cock; and, besides, the little bugger was liable to bite.
It was always a fight with them; this was no different, even though that thing Harry did with his tongue while he was mouthing Draco’s bollocks was bloody amazing. Amazingly amazing. Fantastically amazing, and, fuck-where was this boy brought up, really? People shouldn’t know how to do this sort of stuff on their own, without some sort of training, or something, or a specialized degree. Not that Draco’s complaining.
No, Draco is most definitely not complaining-he’s not even sure what he’s saying; not now, not really. He thinks he might have murmured something about Potter’s mouth-about it looking best with a big thick cock jammed up in it; he doesn’t know-but whatever it was that he said makes Potter’s green eyes go narrow, and glare up and up at him, and Potter tries to speak around his mouthful of flesh, but the words get all garbled around it, and the only thing Draco’s thinking about then is that vibration is quite possibly the best invention ever-someone should get a medal, a monument, something, ohfuckingGodyeah, yeah-Potter is some sort of genius, Draco could swear it, because Draco’s cock is at the back of his throat, and between the muscle contractions caused by his gagging and the vocal vibrations of those little angry noises he’d started to make, Draco is a very, very, very happy man.
Oh, but, some of those angry noises might have been because Harry couldn’t breathe, because Draco had grabbed his hair again without realizing it, and jammed Harry’s head flat against his abdomen, and he only noticed it when Harry hit him-hard, the little bastard, but it hardly matters, because he’sgonna-and pulled his head away with a shout, and as Harry was coughing and wheezing and gulping in some precious oxygen, Draco was coming and coming in great spurts, in great long spurts of hot-white that splatter all over Harry’s face and clothes and open, panting mouth, and even on his ear a little bit, and it makes Harry spit and blink and wipe at it ineffectually, and Draco thinks, I did that, and memorizes the sight of Harry Potter, all sticky with his come, and shocked.
“Malfoy, what the fuck? A little warning, next time?” he says, and Draco smirks, and Harry sputters, saying, “I mean-not that there’s going to be a next time, this was just-” and Draco says, “Glad to see you’re so enthusiastic about sucking my cock, Potter. I’ll make sure to keep that in mind,” and Harry scowls at him, and then makes a face, saying, “Ugh, you got some in my hair,” and Draco zippers himself back up and says, “It’ll only make it look better, anyway,” and walks away with a smile on his face.