Fic: Draco's Gift
Title: Draco's Gift
Author: sabinefrappe
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Word Count: 2159
Author's Notes: A bit of spanking, naughty!Harry - rawr!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry has a new idea, and Draco is all too happy to try it out.
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Draco was used to it by now.
Harry had decided to come out of his shell and explore his kinkier side, one little trap at a time. He was enjoying calling the sexual shots, unlike his shy persona when they'd first started up together, and would exercise a commanding, yet gentle, kind of control with Draco.
His traps consisted of catching his boyfriend off guard, and then trying out some newly invented fantasy of his. Fortunately for Draco, Harry had the courtesy to spring these adventuresome trysts on him at times when it wouldn't make him late for something important, or cause him grief in any way. Harry was just that good, is all.
Today was to be one of those days. Draco's bag was extra heavy with library books, slung over his shoulder. He trudged through the corridor, moments away from the long hallway that would take him back to the dungeons. That's when he felt someone behind him. He couldn't see anyone, but he could definitely feel a strong presence walking as closely behind him as one could possibly achieve without tripping over or trampling him. Draco knew that at any moment, he would be given instructions, and it would be a truly pleasurable experience if he obeyed without question.
"Turn into the next room on the right," came the soft voice. "Lock the door behind you."
Draco was puzzled by the choice of rooms. This was a classroom, used weekly by first and second years to practice certain spells and charms that took up some room when casting. It contained very little in the way of furnishings. Draco fervently hoped it would be vacant, and no young witches and wizards would be inside, flailing their arms, chanting words, with wands swishing.
Harry did not fail when it came to planning such things, and Draco was soon reminded of that when he entered the empty, spacious room. He remembered to lock the door, and place the strongest ward he could think of. When he turned back around, Harry was there, invisibility cloak thrown over his arm.
"Come on, Draco. Right through here, that's it." Harry said with a small, devious smile, backing toward a side door in the classroom's corner. He turned the doorknob, and waited for Draco to walk through before entering himself.
Draco was curious where this plot was going until he realized this small space was meant for staff. There was a little stand with a lamp, a tall-backed chair with tacky, floral upholstery, and a long, plush-looking sofa in the same quirky pattern. Draco suspected the privacy, along with the furniture, were the selling points for Harry's choice.
Arms encircled Draco from behind, squeezing slightly. "How's my beautiful boy, today? Huh? Doing well?" Harry's soft, husky voice asked, as he pressed light kisses to the side of Draco's neck and shoulder.
Draco could feel Harry's excitement building, and knew he was expected to comply with whatever was asked of him. He had no idea what Harry would do, but that soft, sexy voice was still quite powerful, and made him tremble a bit in anticipation of what was to come.
"I'm having a good day. Very productive, actually. Got most of my assignments done between -- mmph!" Draco's response was cut short as Harry clasped his face and twisted it slightly towards him. Lips brushed against his own, as Harry doused him with feathery light kisses. Draco's eyes slipped shut when Harry's tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip for a moment before deepening the kiss. Draco turned in Harry's arms and kissed him back with urgency, feeling the stirrings of arousal in the pit of his stomach. They stood like that for long minutes, kissing slowly, passionately. Harry pulled back and sighed.
"I've brought you a present, love," he whispered.
Draco stood there, waiting patiently for Harry to make his requests. He wanted so much to grasp Harry in his arms and pull his lean, strong body against him. He knew, however, that when Harry was in this mood, this dominating, intense sort of mood, that it was best if he just did as he was told, and the rewards were plentiful when he obeyed.
"I'd like you to take off your robes, please." Harry stepped back and watched Draco with a hungry look while he peeled off his robe. "Now your shoes, Draco." Harry instructed, still staring intently. He made no effort to remove any of his own clothes, and stood with his hand in his robe pocket, smiling that small, shrewd smile. It was clear he was enjoying this, and Draco, whilst allowing Harry to direct his every move, was enjoying it as well. He knew Harry would push his limits, but he would never hurt him, and that thought always spurred him on, made him want to obey.
"Unzip your trousers," Harry told him. "Pull them down slowly, and make sure your pants go with them."
Draco felt his face heat up a bit. He unfastened his trousers and pushed them slowly as he could manage, catching the waistband of his underpants with his fingertips. He felt his cock beginning to respond, and wished he could stroke it. Instead, he stepped out his trousers, his pants bunched into them on the floor.
Harry looked at him calmly, yet Draco could sense his arousal. "That's good, love. Get rid of the tie, and unbutton your shirt." Harry began to chew his bottom lip while watching Draco slowly strip before him.
Draco complied, and his tie landed in the growing pile of his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang open. He felt vulnerable and needy, wanting Harry to touch him, caress him.
Harry took a few steps forward and slid his hands under Draco's shirt, grasping both arse cheeks. He massaged them lightly, humming pleasantly. "Such a pretty arse, love. You know how hot you look right now? I want to eat you alive." Harry moved even closer, but didn't let go of Draco's arse.
Draco could feel his erection rubbing against the fabric of Harry's robe, and he chanced pushing his hips into him. It was unnerving, having Harry holding him like that, fully clothed, looking smugly happy, while he stood before him, mostly naked and grinding his hard cock into Harry's clothes.
"Now, now. Not yet, love," Harry scolded, as he backed away from Draco, grinning. "About that present."
Draco's curiosity was getting to him as he wondered about his gift. It would surely be a gift for Harry as well, he figured. He listened to Harry's demands, and followed along by walking to the sofa. He did as Harry asked and climbed on. He kneeled facing the back of it, away from Harry's gaze, his hands gripping the top.
Draco felt Harry behind him, pulling each sock from his feet. He sighed when Harry stroked the back of his calves, all the while telling him how fucking beautiful he was, and how desirable, and how sweet he would taste, all in that low, sexy voice that was making him crazy at the moment.
When Harry knelt behind Draco on the sofa, his knees clamped tightly around Draco's, Draco thought he intended to take his cock out and fuck him against the back of the sofa. Harry just leaned in, covering Draco's back with his robed front, and embraced him. He kissed him again, down the side of his neck as he pleased.
"I have your gift here, Draco, and I want to watch you use it. Right now."
Draco shivered slightly as Harry finally took his cock in his hand and stroked the length up and down several times. It felt so good, Draco silently hoped he would continue like that, but Harry abruptly stopped.
Draco stiffened and tried to muffle his gasp when a cool, foamy cylinder was slid onto his aching cock, covering the shaft. Harry disappeared from behind him, but apparently stayed close, as Draco could hear him breathing a little heavier than before. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, willing his hands to stay where they were on the sofa's back, and not reach down to feel the squishy suction of whatever Harry had placed around his cock.
Harry pulled on the sleeves of Draco's shirt, signaling his desire to remove it. Draco obligingly released the sofa long enough to permit Harry to peel the sleeves down his arms and off of him completely.
Draco stayed there, kneeling into the sofa cushions, cock wrapped in a mysterious toy, wondering what the hell Harry was about to do. He desperately needed attention; he was getting more agitated by the second.
"Let me see you fuck your present, Draco," Harry commanded a little louder. "Go on, fuck it. Do it!"
Draco groaned out his shock when the thing his cock was wearing began to vibrate in a strong, steady current. It squeezed his cock inside of it, and vibrated, relentlessly. Draco's hips bucked on their own accord, as he gritted his teeth and held onto the sofa back, absorbing the sensations.
"That's it, Draco, fuck it! Let me see your arse pounding into it. God, you're so fucking hot like this," Harry yelled from behind him. "Don't stop, Draco. Keep that arse going. I'm watching you."
As if to prove a point, Harry moved forward and spanked a hard slap across Draco's arse cheek, moaning his satisfaction. A split second later, Draco felt the sting of another slap on his other cheek.
Harry was close behind him again, rubbing his hands over Draco's pink arse, while Draco was writhing his hips into the vibrating foam.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty, naughty boy!" Harry growled into his ear. "Don't you lay into that sofa, dammit. Back up. Scrape your nipples on the cloth." Harry grabbed Draco about the midsection, and pulled him back just slightly, while Draco moaned and bounced into the cushions. Harry surprised him further by screaming "Engorgio!" and poked his nipple with the tip of his wand. He did it to the other as well, and Draco was sure he would pass out when his nipples swelled and scraped the rough fabric of the sofa each time he bucked forward, just as Harry wanted.
"Yes, Draco, fuck!" Harry yelled. Draco was beyond wondering what Harry was doing. He felt like his cock would burst open any second if he didn't come. The vibrations, the intermittent slaps on his arse from Harry, the constant stimulation of his swollen nipples on the sofa back was more than he could bear. He thrust his hips as hard as he could, his head thrown back completely, and came. It was a long, violent orgasm that left him shaking and breathless, clutching the sofa weakly. When he came, the vibrations of the foamy cock toy stopped and he slumped down on the sofa, panting and spent.
Within seconds, Draco registered the grunts behind him, and heard the distinct slippery slapping of Harry wanking. When Harry groaned out one long note of pleasure, Draco felt warm stripes of come hitting his naked back.
Harry slumped onto the sofa next to Draco, his softening cock protruding from his opened trousers. He leaned back with his eyes shut and whispered finite, waving his hands towards Draco's chest, effectively undoing the swelling.
"Come here, love. Come lay with me." Harry said in a tired, contented whisper.
Draco eased his way sideways into Harry's lap, and felt strong arms smoothing down his back, massaging the come into his skin.
"That was fantastic, Harry. You undo me." Draco purred into Harry's chest, and he meant it. He allowed Harry to stroke him tenderly, as they lay snuggled against each other in the cushions.
"You were so good, so good, sweetheart," Harry praised, as he gazed adoringly at the boy in his arms.
They lay silently like this, whispering endearments, feeling sated and sleepy.
"Do we have time for a nap?" Draco suggested. He didn't want to get back to the reality of his boisterous classmates charging about the common room, yapping about homework and Quidditch. Not when he could stay plastered to Harry's warm skin for a while longer.
"I think that's a fine idea. I don't really want to let you up just yet," Harry said, smiling down at Draco.
Within minutes Draco heard the steady, deep breathing of a Harry on the verge of sleep. He felt as though his very bones were relaxed, and couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be than safely tucked away in his boyfriend's arms, resting on the squishy sofa where he'd recently had such a mind-blowing time. Soon, he was dozing peacefully.
Neither heard the pop of Professor McGonagall's successful thrashing of the ward, nor her muttering about why in the world the door was barred, or lastly, the patter of the first and second years' feet as they clamored into their practice room.
The End
Author: sabinefrappe
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Word Count: 2159
Author's Notes: A bit of spanking, naughty!Harry - rawr!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry has a new idea, and Draco is all too happy to try it out.
~
Draco was used to it by now.
Harry had decided to come out of his shell and explore his kinkier side, one little trap at a time. He was enjoying calling the sexual shots, unlike his shy persona when they'd first started up together, and would exercise a commanding, yet gentle, kind of control with Draco.
His traps consisted of catching his boyfriend off guard, and then trying out some newly invented fantasy of his. Fortunately for Draco, Harry had the courtesy to spring these adventuresome trysts on him at times when it wouldn't make him late for something important, or cause him grief in any way. Harry was just that good, is all.
Today was to be one of those days. Draco's bag was extra heavy with library books, slung over his shoulder. He trudged through the corridor, moments away from the long hallway that would take him back to the dungeons. That's when he felt someone behind him. He couldn't see anyone, but he could definitely feel a strong presence walking as closely behind him as one could possibly achieve without tripping over or trampling him. Draco knew that at any moment, he would be given instructions, and it would be a truly pleasurable experience if he obeyed without question.
"Turn into the next room on the right," came the soft voice. "Lock the door behind you."
Draco was puzzled by the choice of rooms. This was a classroom, used weekly by first and second years to practice certain spells and charms that took up some room when casting. It contained very little in the way of furnishings. Draco fervently hoped it would be vacant, and no young witches and wizards would be inside, flailing their arms, chanting words, with wands swishing.
Harry did not fail when it came to planning such things, and Draco was soon reminded of that when he entered the empty, spacious room. He remembered to lock the door, and place the strongest ward he could think of. When he turned back around, Harry was there, invisibility cloak thrown over his arm.
"Come on, Draco. Right through here, that's it." Harry said with a small, devious smile, backing toward a side door in the classroom's corner. He turned the doorknob, and waited for Draco to walk through before entering himself.
Draco was curious where this plot was going until he realized this small space was meant for staff. There was a little stand with a lamp, a tall-backed chair with tacky, floral upholstery, and a long, plush-looking sofa in the same quirky pattern. Draco suspected the privacy, along with the furniture, were the selling points for Harry's choice.
Arms encircled Draco from behind, squeezing slightly. "How's my beautiful boy, today? Huh? Doing well?" Harry's soft, husky voice asked, as he pressed light kisses to the side of Draco's neck and shoulder.
Draco could feel Harry's excitement building, and knew he was expected to comply with whatever was asked of him. He had no idea what Harry would do, but that soft, sexy voice was still quite powerful, and made him tremble a bit in anticipation of what was to come.
"I'm having a good day. Very productive, actually. Got most of my assignments done between -- mmph!" Draco's response was cut short as Harry clasped his face and twisted it slightly towards him. Lips brushed against his own, as Harry doused him with feathery light kisses. Draco's eyes slipped shut when Harry's tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip for a moment before deepening the kiss. Draco turned in Harry's arms and kissed him back with urgency, feeling the stirrings of arousal in the pit of his stomach. They stood like that for long minutes, kissing slowly, passionately. Harry pulled back and sighed.
"I've brought you a present, love," he whispered.
Draco stood there, waiting patiently for Harry to make his requests. He wanted so much to grasp Harry in his arms and pull his lean, strong body against him. He knew, however, that when Harry was in this mood, this dominating, intense sort of mood, that it was best if he just did as he was told, and the rewards were plentiful when he obeyed.
"I'd like you to take off your robes, please." Harry stepped back and watched Draco with a hungry look while he peeled off his robe. "Now your shoes, Draco." Harry instructed, still staring intently. He made no effort to remove any of his own clothes, and stood with his hand in his robe pocket, smiling that small, shrewd smile. It was clear he was enjoying this, and Draco, whilst allowing Harry to direct his every move, was enjoying it as well. He knew Harry would push his limits, but he would never hurt him, and that thought always spurred him on, made him want to obey.
"Unzip your trousers," Harry told him. "Pull them down slowly, and make sure your pants go with them."
Draco felt his face heat up a bit. He unfastened his trousers and pushed them slowly as he could manage, catching the waistband of his underpants with his fingertips. He felt his cock beginning to respond, and wished he could stroke it. Instead, he stepped out his trousers, his pants bunched into them on the floor.
Harry looked at him calmly, yet Draco could sense his arousal. "That's good, love. Get rid of the tie, and unbutton your shirt." Harry began to chew his bottom lip while watching Draco slowly strip before him.
Draco complied, and his tie landed in the growing pile of his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang open. He felt vulnerable and needy, wanting Harry to touch him, caress him.
Harry took a few steps forward and slid his hands under Draco's shirt, grasping both arse cheeks. He massaged them lightly, humming pleasantly. "Such a pretty arse, love. You know how hot you look right now? I want to eat you alive." Harry moved even closer, but didn't let go of Draco's arse.
Draco could feel his erection rubbing against the fabric of Harry's robe, and he chanced pushing his hips into him. It was unnerving, having Harry holding him like that, fully clothed, looking smugly happy, while he stood before him, mostly naked and grinding his hard cock into Harry's clothes.
"Now, now. Not yet, love," Harry scolded, as he backed away from Draco, grinning. "About that present."
Draco's curiosity was getting to him as he wondered about his gift. It would surely be a gift for Harry as well, he figured. He listened to Harry's demands, and followed along by walking to the sofa. He did as Harry asked and climbed on. He kneeled facing the back of it, away from Harry's gaze, his hands gripping the top.
Draco felt Harry behind him, pulling each sock from his feet. He sighed when Harry stroked the back of his calves, all the while telling him how fucking beautiful he was, and how desirable, and how sweet he would taste, all in that low, sexy voice that was making him crazy at the moment.
When Harry knelt behind Draco on the sofa, his knees clamped tightly around Draco's, Draco thought he intended to take his cock out and fuck him against the back of the sofa. Harry just leaned in, covering Draco's back with his robed front, and embraced him. He kissed him again, down the side of his neck as he pleased.
"I have your gift here, Draco, and I want to watch you use it. Right now."
Draco shivered slightly as Harry finally took his cock in his hand and stroked the length up and down several times. It felt so good, Draco silently hoped he would continue like that, but Harry abruptly stopped.
Draco stiffened and tried to muffle his gasp when a cool, foamy cylinder was slid onto his aching cock, covering the shaft. Harry disappeared from behind him, but apparently stayed close, as Draco could hear him breathing a little heavier than before. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, willing his hands to stay where they were on the sofa's back, and not reach down to feel the squishy suction of whatever Harry had placed around his cock.
Harry pulled on the sleeves of Draco's shirt, signaling his desire to remove it. Draco obligingly released the sofa long enough to permit Harry to peel the sleeves down his arms and off of him completely.
Draco stayed there, kneeling into the sofa cushions, cock wrapped in a mysterious toy, wondering what the hell Harry was about to do. He desperately needed attention; he was getting more agitated by the second.
"Let me see you fuck your present, Draco," Harry commanded a little louder. "Go on, fuck it. Do it!"
Draco groaned out his shock when the thing his cock was wearing began to vibrate in a strong, steady current. It squeezed his cock inside of it, and vibrated, relentlessly. Draco's hips bucked on their own accord, as he gritted his teeth and held onto the sofa back, absorbing the sensations.
"That's it, Draco, fuck it! Let me see your arse pounding into it. God, you're so fucking hot like this," Harry yelled from behind him. "Don't stop, Draco. Keep that arse going. I'm watching you."
As if to prove a point, Harry moved forward and spanked a hard slap across Draco's arse cheek, moaning his satisfaction. A split second later, Draco felt the sting of another slap on his other cheek.
Harry was close behind him again, rubbing his hands over Draco's pink arse, while Draco was writhing his hips into the vibrating foam.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty, naughty boy!" Harry growled into his ear. "Don't you lay into that sofa, dammit. Back up. Scrape your nipples on the cloth." Harry grabbed Draco about the midsection, and pulled him back just slightly, while Draco moaned and bounced into the cushions. Harry surprised him further by screaming "Engorgio!" and poked his nipple with the tip of his wand. He did it to the other as well, and Draco was sure he would pass out when his nipples swelled and scraped the rough fabric of the sofa each time he bucked forward, just as Harry wanted.
"Yes, Draco, fuck!" Harry yelled. Draco was beyond wondering what Harry was doing. He felt like his cock would burst open any second if he didn't come. The vibrations, the intermittent slaps on his arse from Harry, the constant stimulation of his swollen nipples on the sofa back was more than he could bear. He thrust his hips as hard as he could, his head thrown back completely, and came. It was a long, violent orgasm that left him shaking and breathless, clutching the sofa weakly. When he came, the vibrations of the foamy cock toy stopped and he slumped down on the sofa, panting and spent.
Within seconds, Draco registered the grunts behind him, and heard the distinct slippery slapping of Harry wanking. When Harry groaned out one long note of pleasure, Draco felt warm stripes of come hitting his naked back.
Harry slumped onto the sofa next to Draco, his softening cock protruding from his opened trousers. He leaned back with his eyes shut and whispered finite, waving his hands towards Draco's chest, effectively undoing the swelling.
"Come here, love. Come lay with me." Harry said in a tired, contented whisper.
Draco eased his way sideways into Harry's lap, and felt strong arms smoothing down his back, massaging the come into his skin.
"That was fantastic, Harry. You undo me." Draco purred into Harry's chest, and he meant it. He allowed Harry to stroke him tenderly, as they lay snuggled against each other in the cushions.
"You were so good, so good, sweetheart," Harry praised, as he gazed adoringly at the boy in his arms.
They lay silently like this, whispering endearments, feeling sated and sleepy.
"Do we have time for a nap?" Draco suggested. He didn't want to get back to the reality of his boisterous classmates charging about the common room, yapping about homework and Quidditch. Not when he could stay plastered to Harry's warm skin for a while longer.
"I think that's a fine idea. I don't really want to let you up just yet," Harry said, smiling down at Draco.
Within minutes Draco heard the steady, deep breathing of a Harry on the verge of sleep. He felt as though his very bones were relaxed, and couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be than safely tucked away in his boyfriend's arms, resting on the squishy sofa where he'd recently had such a mind-blowing time. Soon, he was dozing peacefully.
Neither heard the pop of Professor McGonagall's successful thrashing of the ward, nor her muttering about why in the world the door was barred, or lastly, the patter of the first and second years' feet as they clamored into their practice room.
The End