HP: H/D Speedp0rn2 Story
Title: What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas
Author: Lolafalola
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~1730
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After landing in the Clark County jail, Harry and Draco have it out.
Warnings: Violence and angry!sex
Disclaimer:> J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
A/N: If you ever have the means, I strongly suggest that you go to Las Vegas and watch Cirque Du Soliel’s “Zumanity” show. There you’ll see a significantly less pornographic version of this story, but damn it was hot!
For my Vegas Showgirl! :P
“Fuck, Potter, why did you have to go and start a fight?” Draco sighed, dropping his head onto his arms as he leaned against the jail cell bars. He was already sweaty and dirty, his clothes were torn in places, his lip was bloody, and he was already starting to get one of hell of a hangover.
“Me? What are you on about, Draco? You’re the one who had to bring up past shit again. Couldn’t you have kept your mouth closed when Ron started up? You know how he gets when he’s drunk,” Harry exclaimed. He was leaning against the lone solid wall in their holding cell.
“Fuck Weasley! I don’t have to shut up if he’s being a right ass. Besides, who said you had to defend your boyfriend anyway? It’s a good thing his wife interceded for him or he’d be in here as well.” Malfoy’s temper was starting to rise again. He knew he’d had too much to drink and it was affecting his self-control, but at the moment, he really didn’t care.
Harry sighed, stood up, and moved across to where Draco was standing. “Look, I don’t think I can get a hold of Kingsley or anybody else until morning. Let’s just try to relax and maybe sleep some of this off, yeah?” Harry said as he put his hand on Draco’s shoulder trying to get the other man to calm down and shake on it. Maybe if they got some sleep, it wouldn’t be so bad in the morning.
Draco felt Harry’s heavy hand on his shoulder and tried to shake it off. “Fuck you, Potter! If I want to be a right shit until the morning, then I damn will be and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about!” Draco snarled as he turned to face his nemesis.
Harry tried to raise his hands as if in surrender.
“Look, if you want to be pissy, that’s fine, I’m just going to take the lower bunk and get some sleep,” he said as he started to turn to the stained, threadbare bunk bed.
“Like hell you will!” Draco shouted as his fist came up and made solid contact with Harry’s jaw knocking his glasses clean off. The blow sent Harry reeling back, smashing into the bunk bed’s metal frame landing on the bottom mattress, breaking the springs underneath.
“Fuck you, Malfoy!” Harry growled out as he lunged at Draco using his head as a battering ram, making solid contact with Draco’s abdominal muscles knocking the wind out of him and sending them both against the metal bars of their shared prison cell.
The fight, which had gotten them thrown into the Clark County jail in the first place, was renewed. Both men threw punches, savagely fighting each other as their natural want was. The straining tension and aggressive energy building between them was being released, once again, in a physical struggle for power and dominance. Their struggle was one that never ceased to end, despite interventions from well meaning friends and family on both sides.
After a half hour, both men were reduced to wrestling on the filthy floor. The full day spent sightseeing, gambling, and drinking combined with the hot, arid weather provide to reduce them to nothing more than sweaty beasts trying to gain an alpha position. Finally, Harry was lying prone across Draco, his hands gripping Draco’s wrists against the floor trying to keep him from gaining an advantage. The sweat from his forehead was dripping onto Draco’s face. Both men were panting hard and tired.
“Do you yield?” Harry asked after he had regained some of his breath. Realizing the futility of the situation, Draco relaxed and nodded. He was still trying to control his breath and was having a slightly more difficult time of it with Potter’s full weight laying over him.
“OK, since you started this fight, you can sleep on that mattress on the floor. I’m going to take the top bunk and try to get some sleep.”
Harry started to move off of Draco. Even though he was tired, being this close to Draco, without the excuse of flying fists, was never good. He could feel himself starting to get hard and the last thing he needed was Malfoy teasing him about getting erect from all the fighting. He just prayed he didn’t talk in his sleep and mention the other’s name. His hope of a peaceful night’s slumber, though, was immediately dashed.
Before he could move too much, Malfoy was already grabbing Harry’s shoulders and trying to throw him off. Harry grabbed Malfoy’s wrists again, bringing them up over his head, their faces mere inches away from the other. He could feel Draco’s hot and humid breath blowing on his skin. The warm moist air sent chills down his spine making him harden even more.
“Fuck, Malfoy, can’t you give it a rest?”
“Not where you’re concerned, Potter. There’s just something about you that makes me want to -" Draco never finished his sentence as his mouth was assaulted with Harry’s lips mashing down on it.
The kiss, if you could call it that, was quick, hard, and angry, just like everything else between them. Harry pressed his growing erection into Draco’s pelvis and pulled his face back to growl when he felt Draco’s matching erection pushing up against him. His head came back down, only lower this time, as he forced his way between Draco’s head and shoulders. He began alternating between licking, biting, and sucking on Malfoy’s neck. He wanted Draco and didn’t care what consequences tomorrow might bring.
Both men where breathing heavily again, only this time because of different passions. Harry brought his hands between their chests as he grabbed Draco’s shirt and ripped it open, buttons were flying out as continued to lower his mouth; tasting and licking as much of Malfoy’s alabaster skin as possible. The mixed flavors of sweat, salt, and just Draco made Harry’s eyes close, as he feasted on the other man like a starving animal.
Draco groaned as his fingers gripped Harry’s head, guiding it and directing it across his chest. His nails were digging into Potter’s scalp causing him to occasionally jerk and flinch, but Draco never let up. When Potter bit into one of Draco’s nipples he cried out as his groin involuntarily thrust into Harry’s chest. It felt to fucking good to let this all stop because of a little pain.
Harry growled again as his hands began to seek out Draco’s trousers, fumbling to open the belt and undo the button and zipper. He paused just long enough to grab at Malfoy’s hips and remove the interfering trousers from Malfoy’s body. When he had gotten them off, he noticed that Draco was not wearing any undergarments. His face broke out into a wide smirk.
“You slut! You’ve just been waiting for me to fuck you, haven’t you? Where are your fucking panties, you whore?” Harry asked as he parted Draco’s legs, moving between them. He worked frantically to undo the buttons on his own jeans, lowering the denim just enough to pull his own hard cock out.
“It-It was too-too hot to wear pants… I’m- I’m not… oh god… so good a whore,” Draco gasped; his feet were firmly planted on the ground as Harry started stroke his cock. He couldn’t help but thrust into that wonderful, firm, calloused hand. His mind was starting to shut down. Any coherent thoughts were long forgotten, as this dark fantasy was finally playing out in the middle of disgusting jail cell far, far from home.
“You are a whore, Malfoy. Look at you, pushing up into my hand. You want it so bad, don’t you? You want my cock deep in your ass, pounding into you…. fucking you senseless like one of these Vegas sluts we’ve seen walking up and down The Strip. You can’t wait for it, can you?” Harry said as he spit into his hand a few times, rubbing the saliva into two of his fingers as he quickly thrust one and then a second into Draco’s tight ass. The sweat that was a fine sheen all over Draco’s body helped little, but Harry didn’t care.
He knew he was going to be just as savage fucking Malfoy as he was fighting him. If it were any other person or any other time, he’d be more concerned about his partner’s pain or discomfort, but not now. Right now, he really didn’t care. He needed to be inside Malfoy fucking him in the worst way possible. This was the ultimate dominance in their years long battle, the ultimate victory.
Harry spit a few more times coating his aching cock, then lined himself up with Malfoy’s opening. He rubbed the head of his cock a few times against the puckered passage, teasing and taunting the other man. He watched Malfoy’s face as he writhed against Harry. His eyes were closed as if this were nothing more than a dream. Harry couldn’t help grinning at that look of complete abandoned and loss of control that Malfoy’s features had taken. He felt like he could spend a lifetime watching Draco being so wanton and eager for more. That look alone could make him come.
Draco broke Potter’s trance when he groaned again, his eyes cracking open as he stared Harry straight into the eyes. They lay there, still as statues for a few seconds, before Draco finally broke the silence and spoke.
“Well, are you going to fuck me or what?” he asked mockingly. He couldn’t help but tease Potter, even under these strangest of times. Harry bared his teeth at Malfoy, growled, and thrust into the other man with all that he had. Both men cried out in a mixture of desire and pain as Harry fucked Draco with all that he had. It was fierce and wild, feverish and with complete abandoned.
Never in a million years would either of them have thought that this would actually happen, yet here they were finally playing out a mutually dark and sequestered desire. Clawing, biting, and scratching each other in the throes of new type of battle - a sexual battle - it felt to fantastic to stop. In this moment, neither man would care about what the morning would bring.
Author: Lolafalola
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~1730
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After landing in the Clark County jail, Harry and Draco have it out.
Warnings: Violence and angry!sex
Disclaimer:> J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
A/N: If you ever have the means, I strongly suggest that you go to Las Vegas and watch Cirque Du Soliel’s “Zumanity” show. There you’ll see a significantly less pornographic version of this story, but damn it was hot!
For my Vegas Showgirl! :P
“Fuck, Potter, why did you have to go and start a fight?” Draco sighed, dropping his head onto his arms as he leaned against the jail cell bars. He was already sweaty and dirty, his clothes were torn in places, his lip was bloody, and he was already starting to get one of hell of a hangover.
“Me? What are you on about, Draco? You’re the one who had to bring up past shit again. Couldn’t you have kept your mouth closed when Ron started up? You know how he gets when he’s drunk,” Harry exclaimed. He was leaning against the lone solid wall in their holding cell.
“Fuck Weasley! I don’t have to shut up if he’s being a right ass. Besides, who said you had to defend your boyfriend anyway? It’s a good thing his wife interceded for him or he’d be in here as well.” Malfoy’s temper was starting to rise again. He knew he’d had too much to drink and it was affecting his self-control, but at the moment, he really didn’t care.
Harry sighed, stood up, and moved across to where Draco was standing. “Look, I don’t think I can get a hold of Kingsley or anybody else until morning. Let’s just try to relax and maybe sleep some of this off, yeah?” Harry said as he put his hand on Draco’s shoulder trying to get the other man to calm down and shake on it. Maybe if they got some sleep, it wouldn’t be so bad in the morning.
Draco felt Harry’s heavy hand on his shoulder and tried to shake it off. “Fuck you, Potter! If I want to be a right shit until the morning, then I damn will be and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about!” Draco snarled as he turned to face his nemesis.
Harry tried to raise his hands as if in surrender.
“Look, if you want to be pissy, that’s fine, I’m just going to take the lower bunk and get some sleep,” he said as he started to turn to the stained, threadbare bunk bed.
“Like hell you will!” Draco shouted as his fist came up and made solid contact with Harry’s jaw knocking his glasses clean off. The blow sent Harry reeling back, smashing into the bunk bed’s metal frame landing on the bottom mattress, breaking the springs underneath.
“Fuck you, Malfoy!” Harry growled out as he lunged at Draco using his head as a battering ram, making solid contact with Draco’s abdominal muscles knocking the wind out of him and sending them both against the metal bars of their shared prison cell.
The fight, which had gotten them thrown into the Clark County jail in the first place, was renewed. Both men threw punches, savagely fighting each other as their natural want was. The straining tension and aggressive energy building between them was being released, once again, in a physical struggle for power and dominance. Their struggle was one that never ceased to end, despite interventions from well meaning friends and family on both sides.
After a half hour, both men were reduced to wrestling on the filthy floor. The full day spent sightseeing, gambling, and drinking combined with the hot, arid weather provide to reduce them to nothing more than sweaty beasts trying to gain an alpha position. Finally, Harry was lying prone across Draco, his hands gripping Draco’s wrists against the floor trying to keep him from gaining an advantage. The sweat from his forehead was dripping onto Draco’s face. Both men were panting hard and tired.
“Do you yield?” Harry asked after he had regained some of his breath. Realizing the futility of the situation, Draco relaxed and nodded. He was still trying to control his breath and was having a slightly more difficult time of it with Potter’s full weight laying over him.
“OK, since you started this fight, you can sleep on that mattress on the floor. I’m going to take the top bunk and try to get some sleep.”
Harry started to move off of Draco. Even though he was tired, being this close to Draco, without the excuse of flying fists, was never good. He could feel himself starting to get hard and the last thing he needed was Malfoy teasing him about getting erect from all the fighting. He just prayed he didn’t talk in his sleep and mention the other’s name. His hope of a peaceful night’s slumber, though, was immediately dashed.
Before he could move too much, Malfoy was already grabbing Harry’s shoulders and trying to throw him off. Harry grabbed Malfoy’s wrists again, bringing them up over his head, their faces mere inches away from the other. He could feel Draco’s hot and humid breath blowing on his skin. The warm moist air sent chills down his spine making him harden even more.
“Fuck, Malfoy, can’t you give it a rest?”
“Not where you’re concerned, Potter. There’s just something about you that makes me want to -" Draco never finished his sentence as his mouth was assaulted with Harry’s lips mashing down on it.
The kiss, if you could call it that, was quick, hard, and angry, just like everything else between them. Harry pressed his growing erection into Draco’s pelvis and pulled his face back to growl when he felt Draco’s matching erection pushing up against him. His head came back down, only lower this time, as he forced his way between Draco’s head and shoulders. He began alternating between licking, biting, and sucking on Malfoy’s neck. He wanted Draco and didn’t care what consequences tomorrow might bring.
Both men where breathing heavily again, only this time because of different passions. Harry brought his hands between their chests as he grabbed Draco’s shirt and ripped it open, buttons were flying out as continued to lower his mouth; tasting and licking as much of Malfoy’s alabaster skin as possible. The mixed flavors of sweat, salt, and just Draco made Harry’s eyes close, as he feasted on the other man like a starving animal.
Draco groaned as his fingers gripped Harry’s head, guiding it and directing it across his chest. His nails were digging into Potter’s scalp causing him to occasionally jerk and flinch, but Draco never let up. When Potter bit into one of Draco’s nipples he cried out as his groin involuntarily thrust into Harry’s chest. It felt to fucking good to let this all stop because of a little pain.
Harry growled again as his hands began to seek out Draco’s trousers, fumbling to open the belt and undo the button and zipper. He paused just long enough to grab at Malfoy’s hips and remove the interfering trousers from Malfoy’s body. When he had gotten them off, he noticed that Draco was not wearing any undergarments. His face broke out into a wide smirk.
“You slut! You’ve just been waiting for me to fuck you, haven’t you? Where are your fucking panties, you whore?” Harry asked as he parted Draco’s legs, moving between them. He worked frantically to undo the buttons on his own jeans, lowering the denim just enough to pull his own hard cock out.
“It-It was too-too hot to wear pants… I’m- I’m not… oh god… so good a whore,” Draco gasped; his feet were firmly planted on the ground as Harry started stroke his cock. He couldn’t help but thrust into that wonderful, firm, calloused hand. His mind was starting to shut down. Any coherent thoughts were long forgotten, as this dark fantasy was finally playing out in the middle of disgusting jail cell far, far from home.
“You are a whore, Malfoy. Look at you, pushing up into my hand. You want it so bad, don’t you? You want my cock deep in your ass, pounding into you…. fucking you senseless like one of these Vegas sluts we’ve seen walking up and down The Strip. You can’t wait for it, can you?” Harry said as he spit into his hand a few times, rubbing the saliva into two of his fingers as he quickly thrust one and then a second into Draco’s tight ass. The sweat that was a fine sheen all over Draco’s body helped little, but Harry didn’t care.
He knew he was going to be just as savage fucking Malfoy as he was fighting him. If it were any other person or any other time, he’d be more concerned about his partner’s pain or discomfort, but not now. Right now, he really didn’t care. He needed to be inside Malfoy fucking him in the worst way possible. This was the ultimate dominance in their years long battle, the ultimate victory.
Harry spit a few more times coating his aching cock, then lined himself up with Malfoy’s opening. He rubbed the head of his cock a few times against the puckered passage, teasing and taunting the other man. He watched Malfoy’s face as he writhed against Harry. His eyes were closed as if this were nothing more than a dream. Harry couldn’t help grinning at that look of complete abandoned and loss of control that Malfoy’s features had taken. He felt like he could spend a lifetime watching Draco being so wanton and eager for more. That look alone could make him come.
Draco broke Potter’s trance when he groaned again, his eyes cracking open as he stared Harry straight into the eyes. They lay there, still as statues for a few seconds, before Draco finally broke the silence and spoke.
“Well, are you going to fuck me or what?” he asked mockingly. He couldn’t help but tease Potter, even under these strangest of times. Harry bared his teeth at Malfoy, growled, and thrust into the other man with all that he had. Both men cried out in a mixture of desire and pain as Harry fucked Draco with all that he had. It was fierce and wild, feverish and with complete abandoned.
Never in a million years would either of them have thought that this would actually happen, yet here they were finally playing out a mutually dark and sequestered desire. Clawing, biting, and scratching each other in the throes of new type of battle - a sexual battle - it felt to fantastic to stop. In this moment, neither man would care about what the morning would bring.