Invites, Sex and Longbottom
Today, I’ll be exercising my slash!PWPbunny! EEP!
Title: Invites, Sex and Longbottom
Author: suntzu_s
Pairing: (if any) Draco/Neville
Word Count:1050
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: Fluffy PWP
A/N:(if any) Not a lot of plot
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, which is a pity!
Draco glared at the invitation that was innocently propped against the mantelpiece with distain. It was Neville’s invitation to Potter’s wedding and Draco perversely wanted to go, only Longbottom, Neville, hadn’t said a word about it and the invite had been there for five days and Draco was getting impatient.
Five long days, that blasted invitation had tormented Draco.
Five days Draco had pretended that the invite was nonexistent, whilst secretly seething at his boyfriend’s lack of interest. Damn it, he wanted to go, he wanted to witness the wedding of the so-called century, he wanted to quietly mock the idiots of the new order, he wanted to give Longbottom an inappropriate hard-on at the most embarrassing moment of the ceremony and he wanted it more than anything.
However, Draco was still a Malfoy and therefore, he had a plan, a plan that was as cunning as it were simple. He’d have lots of sex with Neville (which really wasn’t a hardship) and whilst Longbottom, Neville, was in a post-orgasmic stupor, he’d hint, to the point of asking and because Neville was still grateful and brain-dead, he’d say yes to anything.
The plan couldn’t fail.
~#~
Draco put his plan into action that very night, he’d been rimmed clean then buggered till he could feel Longbottom’s salt at the back of his throat and as they lay together, with Neville looking particularly dazed, Draco knew the time was perfect.
“Neville,” wheedled Draco, stroking his sweaty hair. “I want to ask you something?”
Neville grunted and threw out an arm to affectionately stroke Draco’s naked arm. “As long as it’s nothing too exhausting, I’m knackered.” He turned his head and cracked an eye open, gazing at the naked, sweaty mess that was more formerly known as Draco Malfoy and felt a faint stirring in his groin. “Just give me a minute…let me get my breath back.”
Draco grinned. He’d never met anyone with Neville’s stamina and he eagerly looked forward to their trysts. He was rather enamoured with the head of Gryffindor, not that he’d ever admit to it though. “I didn’t mean that.”
Neville rolled over and seized him, “and why not?” he smiled.
Before Draco could form a response, Neville straddled him with his strong, muscular thighs and bent to lick his neck. “Tired of me, already?”
Draco quirked a brow and arched his body, pushing his groin up to slide against Neville’s in answer.
Neville rocked back, enjoying the slick slide of Draco’s cock against his own. “Really?” he asked, though he already knew the answer, if the lengthening and filling of Draco’s dick was any indication.
Draco spread his legs and wrapped them around Neville, bringing him closer. “What do you think?” he asked as haughtily as possible.
Neville gave a throaty chuckle but reached towards the bedside table in search of the lube.
In response, Draco wrapped his hand around Neville’s cock and leisurely began pumping.
Neville paused briefly in the search for lube and clenched his arse in enjoyment. He loved his bed mate spread-eagled beneath him, hard, wanting and waiting. Draco forgot all pretence when he was like this. Finding the lube, he pulled back, tweaking Draco’s nipple on the way.
Draco allowed his hand to slip free from Neville’s cock and moved it to his own. He cupped his balls and tumbled them around, before dragging his hand up his length and circling a finger-tip against his slit.
Neville haphazardly slicked up his fingers, eyes glued upon Draco’s pumping hand. He batted Draco’s hand away and bent down to engulf Draco’s cock with his mouth, his fingers stealing into Draco’s still-loosened channel as he lips wrapped around his cock.
Neville’s fingers twisted and turned inside of Draco and with warm, wet, heat surrounding his cock Draco was lost to sensation. Noises that sounded like begging spilled from his lips as Neville’s probing fingers brushed against his prostate and Draco was desperate for the delicious burn of Neville’s thick cock.
Neville wetly released his fingers and mouth from Draco, hooked Draco’s legs over his shoulders and lined up his cock to Draco’s pink, loosen hole. Neville surged forwards with a swift snap and twist of his hips, ringing joint moans from both of them. He stilled when he was fully sheaved , enjoying the white, hot, heat surrounding his cock before setting a blistering pace of push and slide into Draco.
Draco was lost, ever probe and surge of Neville’s cock made his toes curl, his heartbeat faster and pressure coil tight in his balls. He snaked a hand down to his cock and began tugging and twisting at a furious pace.
The end would be soon for the both of them, the pace, the pressure would be too much. Draco’s came first, with a pitiful wail and a belly sprayed with scorching hot ropey strands. Neville’s exploded in a blinding white light and a need for oxygen.
They lay still joined in the aftermath, till their heartbeats calmed and the need to stretch and move overwhelmed them.
Neville slowly pulled out of Draco and flopped down gracelessly next to him, “So what did you want to ask me?”
Draco reached blindly for a long since, discarded shirt and swiped the cooling come from his stomach. “Erm,” he hesitated, all bravado gone. “Oh, it’s nothing,” he said. “You wouldn’t any way, it doesn’t matter.”
Neville looked questioningly at Draco. “I wouldn’t what?”
Draco’s eyes stole towards the doorway, then shook his head.
Neville carefully watched Draco. “This thing, I wouldn’t do, it wouldn’t have anything to do with what’s on the mantelpiece, now would it?”
Draco silently cursed Neville and himself for the heat flooding his cheeks and for Neville’s perception.
Neville let loose a low, throaty chuckle, then patted Draco’s arm affectionately. “It’s alright, it’s already taken care of. I’ve booked us a nice, respectable hotel for the weekend, near The Burrow.” He grinned lopsidedly. “ I thought we’d make a weekend out of it, just don’t piss Harry off, or Ron or-”
Draco kissed Neville, swiftly. “I can’t help it if Potter can’t take a joke, though I suppose he is marrying the Wease-”
“Draco,” warned Neville.
Draco huffed but snuggled against Neville’s side. “I’ll be good.”
“I know you will be or else.”
Title: Invites, Sex and Longbottom
Author: suntzu_s
Pairing: (if any) Draco/Neville
Word Count:1050
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: Fluffy PWP
A/N:(if any) Not a lot of plot
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, which is a pity!
Draco glared at the invitation that was innocently propped against the mantelpiece with distain. It was Neville’s invitation to Potter’s wedding and Draco perversely wanted to go, only Longbottom, Neville, hadn’t said a word about it and the invite had been there for five days and Draco was getting impatient.
Five long days, that blasted invitation had tormented Draco.
Five days Draco had pretended that the invite was nonexistent, whilst secretly seething at his boyfriend’s lack of interest. Damn it, he wanted to go, he wanted to witness the wedding of the so-called century, he wanted to quietly mock the idiots of the new order, he wanted to give Longbottom an inappropriate hard-on at the most embarrassing moment of the ceremony and he wanted it more than anything.
However, Draco was still a Malfoy and therefore, he had a plan, a plan that was as cunning as it were simple. He’d have lots of sex with Neville (which really wasn’t a hardship) and whilst Longbottom, Neville, was in a post-orgasmic stupor, he’d hint, to the point of asking and because Neville was still grateful and brain-dead, he’d say yes to anything.
The plan couldn’t fail.
~#~
Draco put his plan into action that very night, he’d been rimmed clean then buggered till he could feel Longbottom’s salt at the back of his throat and as they lay together, with Neville looking particularly dazed, Draco knew the time was perfect.
“Neville,” wheedled Draco, stroking his sweaty hair. “I want to ask you something?”
Neville grunted and threw out an arm to affectionately stroke Draco’s naked arm. “As long as it’s nothing too exhausting, I’m knackered.” He turned his head and cracked an eye open, gazing at the naked, sweaty mess that was more formerly known as Draco Malfoy and felt a faint stirring in his groin. “Just give me a minute…let me get my breath back.”
Draco grinned. He’d never met anyone with Neville’s stamina and he eagerly looked forward to their trysts. He was rather enamoured with the head of Gryffindor, not that he’d ever admit to it though. “I didn’t mean that.”
Neville rolled over and seized him, “and why not?” he smiled.
Before Draco could form a response, Neville straddled him with his strong, muscular thighs and bent to lick his neck. “Tired of me, already?”
Draco quirked a brow and arched his body, pushing his groin up to slide against Neville’s in answer.
Neville rocked back, enjoying the slick slide of Draco’s cock against his own. “Really?” he asked, though he already knew the answer, if the lengthening and filling of Draco’s dick was any indication.
Draco spread his legs and wrapped them around Neville, bringing him closer. “What do you think?” he asked as haughtily as possible.
Neville gave a throaty chuckle but reached towards the bedside table in search of the lube.
In response, Draco wrapped his hand around Neville’s cock and leisurely began pumping.
Neville paused briefly in the search for lube and clenched his arse in enjoyment. He loved his bed mate spread-eagled beneath him, hard, wanting and waiting. Draco forgot all pretence when he was like this. Finding the lube, he pulled back, tweaking Draco’s nipple on the way.
Draco allowed his hand to slip free from Neville’s cock and moved it to his own. He cupped his balls and tumbled them around, before dragging his hand up his length and circling a finger-tip against his slit.
Neville haphazardly slicked up his fingers, eyes glued upon Draco’s pumping hand. He batted Draco’s hand away and bent down to engulf Draco’s cock with his mouth, his fingers stealing into Draco’s still-loosened channel as he lips wrapped around his cock.
Neville’s fingers twisted and turned inside of Draco and with warm, wet, heat surrounding his cock Draco was lost to sensation. Noises that sounded like begging spilled from his lips as Neville’s probing fingers brushed against his prostate and Draco was desperate for the delicious burn of Neville’s thick cock.
Neville wetly released his fingers and mouth from Draco, hooked Draco’s legs over his shoulders and lined up his cock to Draco’s pink, loosen hole. Neville surged forwards with a swift snap and twist of his hips, ringing joint moans from both of them. He stilled when he was fully sheaved , enjoying the white, hot, heat surrounding his cock before setting a blistering pace of push and slide into Draco.
Draco was lost, ever probe and surge of Neville’s cock made his toes curl, his heartbeat faster and pressure coil tight in his balls. He snaked a hand down to his cock and began tugging and twisting at a furious pace.
The end would be soon for the both of them, the pace, the pressure would be too much. Draco’s came first, with a pitiful wail and a belly sprayed with scorching hot ropey strands. Neville’s exploded in a blinding white light and a need for oxygen.
They lay still joined in the aftermath, till their heartbeats calmed and the need to stretch and move overwhelmed them.
Neville slowly pulled out of Draco and flopped down gracelessly next to him, “So what did you want to ask me?”
Draco reached blindly for a long since, discarded shirt and swiped the cooling come from his stomach. “Erm,” he hesitated, all bravado gone. “Oh, it’s nothing,” he said. “You wouldn’t any way, it doesn’t matter.”
Neville looked questioningly at Draco. “I wouldn’t what?”
Draco’s eyes stole towards the doorway, then shook his head.
Neville carefully watched Draco. “This thing, I wouldn’t do, it wouldn’t have anything to do with what’s on the mantelpiece, now would it?”
Draco silently cursed Neville and himself for the heat flooding his cheeks and for Neville’s perception.
Neville let loose a low, throaty chuckle, then patted Draco’s arm affectionately. “It’s alright, it’s already taken care of. I’ve booked us a nice, respectable hotel for the weekend, near The Burrow.” He grinned lopsidedly. “ I thought we’d make a weekend out of it, just don’t piss Harry off, or Ron or-”
Draco kissed Neville, swiftly. “I can’t help it if Potter can’t take a joke, though I suppose he is marrying the Wease-”
“Draco,” warned Neville.
Draco huffed but snuggled against Neville’s side. “I’ll be good.”
“I know you will be or else.”