Happy birthday Carpemermaid! - Gift fic: Business before pleasure (Harry / Draco, NC-17)
Happy birthday to my brilliant friend, carpemermaid!!! I absolutely adore your writing, and have very much enjoyed being beta buddies over the last year, so when I saw your birthday was coming up, I just had to write you a little something. I plundered your likes/dislikes list when seeking inspiration, so hopefully this will hit the spot for you!
Have a fabulous day, darling!
Title: Business before pleasure
Author: ravenclawsquill
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (honestly, it's filthy!)
Word count: 4,126
Content/Enticements: A hint of glasses!kink, Draco in a sharp suit, stubble!Harry, Harry’s leather jacket, public groping, quick & dirty sex, rimming, more rimming, so much rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, top!Harry, bottom!Draco, mention of switching, a few feelings creeping in there...
Summary:
Harry means to go slowly, he really does, but it just isn’t an option. Sex with Malfoy is always quick and dirty, and this is no exception. He drives his cock into Malfoy’s arse over and over again, as hard as he can, until Malfoy’s clutching at the coat hooks on the back of the door, his usual eloquence lost to a litany of broken whimpers.
Author's notes: This fic is unbeta'd because I am the world's slowest writer and literally only finished it this afternoon. Whoops!
Read the fic at AO3.
Have a fabulous day, darling!
Title: Business before pleasure
Author: ravenclawsquill
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (honestly, it's filthy!)
Word count: 4,126
Content/Enticements: A hint of glasses!kink, Draco in a sharp suit, stubble!Harry, Harry’s leather jacket, public groping, quick & dirty sex, rimming, more rimming, so much rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, top!Harry, bottom!Draco, mention of switching, a few feelings creeping in there...
Summary:
Harry means to go slowly, he really does, but it just isn’t an option. Sex with Malfoy is always quick and dirty, and this is no exception. He drives his cock into Malfoy’s arse over and over again, as hard as he can, until Malfoy’s clutching at the coat hooks on the back of the door, his usual eloquence lost to a litany of broken whimpers.
Author's notes: This fic is unbeta'd because I am the world's slowest writer and literally only finished it this afternoon. Whoops!
Read the fic at AO3.