Harry/Draco meme responses
Title: Competitive Urges
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The eighth-years are banned from the house teams. Harry really wants to play some fucking Quidditch.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was requested by katelimnr, who wanted Harry/Draco, eighth year Hogwarts, Quidditch.
The eighth-years were banned from the house teams in the interest of fairness. In September Harry nodded understandingly; by October he was climbing the walls.
Striding onto the pitch for some pointless Seeker practice, he saw someone already there: someone white-blond, in green Seeker’s robes.
Malfoy landed, frowning. “I was here first, Potter!” Then his brow wrinkled in confusion.
Harry was aware he was staring at Malfoy avidly, but he couldn’t help it. “D’you want to play seeker-versus-seeker?”
By December Harry had all the competition he could want. And he usually won the fights about who got to bottom, too.
Title: Trying
Word count: 500
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes even Malfoys have to work for their pleasure.
Warnings: orgasm delay, D/s, cock ring, bondage
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for drippingcherry, who requested Harry/Draco, orgasm denial.
“Harry, Harry please - ”
“I already told you. No.”
Draco exploded into struggles, his pale body jerking and writhing against the cuffs holding him in position: standing strung between the bottom bedposts, his legs spread.
“Tut tut,” Harry said. “It’s a good thing I’ve got you all strung up, isn’t it?”
Draco muttered an obscenity. Harry slapped his arse hard, feeling Draco tighten around his cock.
Harry was standing behind him, cock buried in Draco’s arse, fucking him lazily. He could take his time: he’d come twice already, over Draco’s face and in his arse.
Draco hadn’t come at all.
~*~
The shiny, cruel cock ring prevented that. And now Harry was touching and rubbing and tweaking Draco’s cock, watching it get redder and wetter. Draco was close to crying.
The thought of it made Harry shiver pleasantly. He thrust inside Draco a little faster, careful to slide his cock along Draco’s prostate. He knew he’d succeeded as a shiver tore through Draco’s body. He groaned, long and loud and helpless.
“Maybe I’ll come inside you and leave you hanging here all night,” Harry mused. “You’d be a lovely decoration, and I’ll wake up energised and ready to fuck you again.”
~*~
“No!” There was an edge of panic in Draco’s voice.
“No? Then you’d better work a bit harder, Draco. Then I might indulge you.”
Draco groaned. He’d been trying not to fuck back, to remain impassive as possible while Harry tormented him. Harry didn’t mind: it was Draco’s attempt at winning a contest he was always going to lose.
He was fucking himself, now, pushing back onto Harry’s cock. He was sweating, moans breaking helplessly past his lips at the sensations. Harry thrust and pushed and came.
He pulled out, and went round to kneel on the bed facing Draco.
~*~
Draco’s grey eyes were imploring, and his cock was wet with precome. “God, Harry, I - ”
Harry dipped his head and swallowed Draco’s cock. Draco’s words dissolved into mush-mouthed pleas as he tried to push forward even while the cock ring still bound him.
Harry gave his all, sucking Draco with a steady thoroughness as Draco begged him for orgasm. Harry loved giving blowjobs at the best of times, and Draco’s sweet pleas had his heart pounding. He played with Draco’s tight balls, stroked his thighs, rubbed his arse, enjoying his possession of Draco.
Finally he pulled back. “All right, baby...”
~*~
He carefully removed the cock ring. Draco choked a “thank you,” before Harry lowered his head again, and then he was just screaming. Draco’s orgasm was long and hard: he bucked and shuddered and howled while Harry kept sucking, until he shivered and stilled.
Harry pulled back, wiping his mouth, to see Draco sweaty and shaking, drooping in the restraints. Harry felt himself break into an indulgent smile.
He undid the restraints with a wave of his wand, and caught Draco as his boyfriend half-collapsed. “All right?”
“Mmm,” Draco mumbled. They clambered into bed.
“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson.”
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The eighth-years are banned from the house teams. Harry really wants to play some fucking Quidditch.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was requested by katelimnr, who wanted Harry/Draco, eighth year Hogwarts, Quidditch.
The eighth-years were banned from the house teams in the interest of fairness. In September Harry nodded understandingly; by October he was climbing the walls.
Striding onto the pitch for some pointless Seeker practice, he saw someone already there: someone white-blond, in green Seeker’s robes.
Malfoy landed, frowning. “I was here first, Potter!” Then his brow wrinkled in confusion.
Harry was aware he was staring at Malfoy avidly, but he couldn’t help it. “D’you want to play seeker-versus-seeker?”
By December Harry had all the competition he could want. And he usually won the fights about who got to bottom, too.
Title: Trying
Word count: 500
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes even Malfoys have to work for their pleasure.
Warnings: orgasm delay, D/s, cock ring, bondage
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for drippingcherry, who requested Harry/Draco, orgasm denial.
“Harry, Harry please - ”
“I already told you. No.”
Draco exploded into struggles, his pale body jerking and writhing against the cuffs holding him in position: standing strung between the bottom bedposts, his legs spread.
“Tut tut,” Harry said. “It’s a good thing I’ve got you all strung up, isn’t it?”
Draco muttered an obscenity. Harry slapped his arse hard, feeling Draco tighten around his cock.
Harry was standing behind him, cock buried in Draco’s arse, fucking him lazily. He could take his time: he’d come twice already, over Draco’s face and in his arse.
Draco hadn’t come at all.
~*~
The shiny, cruel cock ring prevented that. And now Harry was touching and rubbing and tweaking Draco’s cock, watching it get redder and wetter. Draco was close to crying.
The thought of it made Harry shiver pleasantly. He thrust inside Draco a little faster, careful to slide his cock along Draco’s prostate. He knew he’d succeeded as a shiver tore through Draco’s body. He groaned, long and loud and helpless.
“Maybe I’ll come inside you and leave you hanging here all night,” Harry mused. “You’d be a lovely decoration, and I’ll wake up energised and ready to fuck you again.”
~*~
“No!” There was an edge of panic in Draco’s voice.
“No? Then you’d better work a bit harder, Draco. Then I might indulge you.”
Draco groaned. He’d been trying not to fuck back, to remain impassive as possible while Harry tormented him. Harry didn’t mind: it was Draco’s attempt at winning a contest he was always going to lose.
He was fucking himself, now, pushing back onto Harry’s cock. He was sweating, moans breaking helplessly past his lips at the sensations. Harry thrust and pushed and came.
He pulled out, and went round to kneel on the bed facing Draco.
~*~
Draco’s grey eyes were imploring, and his cock was wet with precome. “God, Harry, I - ”
Harry dipped his head and swallowed Draco’s cock. Draco’s words dissolved into mush-mouthed pleas as he tried to push forward even while the cock ring still bound him.
Harry gave his all, sucking Draco with a steady thoroughness as Draco begged him for orgasm. Harry loved giving blowjobs at the best of times, and Draco’s sweet pleas had his heart pounding. He played with Draco’s tight balls, stroked his thighs, rubbed his arse, enjoying his possession of Draco.
Finally he pulled back. “All right, baby...”
~*~
He carefully removed the cock ring. Draco choked a “thank you,” before Harry lowered his head again, and then he was just screaming. Draco’s orgasm was long and hard: he bucked and shuddered and howled while Harry kept sucking, until he shivered and stilled.
Harry pulled back, wiping his mouth, to see Draco sweaty and shaking, drooping in the restraints. Harry felt himself break into an indulgent smile.
He undid the restraints with a wave of his wand, and caught Draco as his boyfriend half-collapsed. “All right?”
“Mmm,” Draco mumbled. They clambered into bed.
“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson.”