[289] When Can I See You Again?
When Can I See You Again?
(NC-17. Draco/James II)
It has been days since James has seen Draco, and his 18-year-old self is feeling really bloody frustrated. He stares at the half-naked photograph given to him by Draco on his birthday, and he can’t help but grab his quill and parchment, scribbling out a note to him.
Draco,
I can’t stop thinking about you, and I know it sounds incredibly lame, but I just keep looking at that photo you gave me. I think it should be illegal for someone to look so gorgeous. When can I see you again?
-James
As the day goes on, James tries to busy himself, hoping beyond hope that Draco might reply to his owl. Just as he’s about to give up, he hears a tapping at his window. Throwing it open, he tears into the envelope. All that is written, in a slanted green scrawl is this:
That depends. Have you earned it yet?
His quill is scratching across the parchment so fast that James barely has time to think about it.
And just how do you expect me to earn it? I’ll do absolutely anything.
His heart is already racing, waiting for the reply that tells him he’s permitted to see this amazing man once more. Finally the owl comes.
Anything, eh? Alright. First, I want a striptease. Then, you’re going to put on a collar and leash, and suck me off. Clear?
Grinning naughtily to himself, he grabs his wand and his cloak, thinking to himself. “A strip tease, hm? I think that can be arranged.”
Five minutes later James is standing on the front step of Draco’s home, knocking five times, straightening his unruly hair and tie over and over.
Suddenly the door opens, James’ hand raised to knock again. Draco steps out, eying him up and down.
“Not bad... You certainly dress better than the rest of your barbaric family.” He steps back into the house, shooting James a look. “Come on in.”
James steps up to him as the door closes, pulling his arms around his neck. “I told you before...I'm not my family.”
Draco kisses his lips for the briefest of moments, teasing him before pulling away. He grins over his shoulder as he walks away, offering him a drink.
“Yes, please,” James responds, smiling behind Draco’s back. He can barely contain his excitement and nervousness.
Draco summons a bottle of Firewhiskey, takes a drink, and holds it out to James. “Well? Seduce me,” he says, smirking.
James grabs the bottle and takes a drink, feeling the alcohol burn all the way down his throat. He turns around and flicks his wand at a stereo in the corner, now blaring techno music. He kicks off his shoes and turns his head to look at Draco, mimicking the man’s smirk. Draco just laughs softly, watching his every move.
James takes his jacket off, tossing it to the floor, before turning to Draco, taking another swig of Firewhiskey and handing the bottle to Draco. He takes it, smirking. “Continue,” he says, eyes fixed on James even as he sips from the bottle.
Smiling stupidly, James turns back around, right in front of Draco, and brings his hands above his head, moving his hips with the music. He crosses his arms in front of him, hands toying with the hem of his shirt. “Merlin, the things I do for you,” he whispers, embarrassedly, but pulls his shirt up halfway, exposing his bronzed skin, looking back at Draco, but just as quickly looks away, giggling softly.
He pulls his shirt off, tossing it backwards without looking at Draco, who catches it easily, grinning. “You little tease…” he says, but laughs at the situation.
James turns around so that he’s facing Draco again, takes back the bottle of alcohol, and takes a sip. He places both hands on his hips, dancing around in a complete circle before unbuttoning his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, revealing navy blue boxers.
Draco’s eyebrow arches in that sexy way that James has grown to love lately. “What, no golden snitches or lightning bolts?” he asks playfully.
James rolls his eyes, running a hand down his chest, his stomach, and under the waist band of his boxers. “I’m not my father,” he replies, thrusting his hips, stroking himself teasingly.
Draco looks into his eyes, speaking seriously. “Oh believe me, I know.” He lets his eyes run over every inch of James’ perfect tanned body. James can feel himself grow just from Draco looking at him like that. He slips out of his boxers, moving to sit on Draco’s lap.
Draco slides a hand up James’ side, relishing in the heat of his body. “Very nice… But, we’re not done yet,” he says, summoning a black collar and leash. He presses a kiss to his neck, before buckling the collar around it, wrapping the end of the leash around his hand. “Well?” he asks, kissing him lightly, “Get on your knees.”
James kisses him hard before taking one last pull of the Firewhiskey. He gets on his knees, licking up Draco’s length, shivering with lust.
Draco groans softly, tugging on the leash, his voice low and gravelly. “Suck me and prepare yourself… I don’t want to wait too long.” With those words, James licks his lips before taking Draco into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock, his concentration focused on one thing, and one thing only.
Draco groans in delight, and pulls on the leash again, making James nearly gag. He deep throats Draco’s exquisite cock, stretching up on his knees to get at a better angle, and quickens his pace, moaning against Draco’s sensitive skin, the vibrations of it driving Draco mad.
“Mmm…need you…” Draco pants, words almost incoherent. James looks up into his silver eyes before stumbling on top of him. “Merlin, I want you so bad,” he tells Draco.
“Then ride me, beautiful,” Draco manages, running a hand through James’ messy dark hair, pulling him into a kiss.
James returns the kiss, trying to focus on the pleasure of that instead of the pain of lowering, and impaling, himself on Draco’s hardness. Draco groans into the kiss from the tightness around his cock, gripping his hips tightly. “That’s it baby…ride…”
The pain that James is feeling is rather overwhelming, but he tells himself that this is what he’s wanted more than anything. He moves up and down slowly, squeezing his eyes shut tight, his entire body tense.
Draco bites his lip. “Fucking hell…” He pulls him down to rest, stroking his back reassuringly. “Relax, baby…”
Relaxing into the soothing touch and words, James begins to trail kisses down Draco’s neck, making Draco groan, moving up and down on top of him again, the pain quickly subsiding. “That’s it, baby…just like that.”
As sweat drips down James’ body, he tries to stifle a scream, but fails miserably, digging his fingernails into Draco’s shoulders. “Yesss…” Draco hisses, grabbing James’ hips, guiding him into more forceful thrusts.
“Oh, fuck!” James lets out as Draco nips at his neck and shoulder, branding him. He moans deeply, “That’s it, come for me, baby…” He thrusts up shallowly, so close and needing more. “Let me feel you.” James’ body tenses as he comes all over himself and Draco, his breath ragged. Draco gasps at the tightening heat around his cock, thrusting slightly before coming himself, stifling a moan into the skin of James' neck. “Mm…brilliant…”
James crumples on top of him, resting his head on his shoulder. “You're bloody amazing,” he says as he kisses his neck sweetly. Draco smirks in return. “I know,” he says, breathing in his scent. “Although I will concede that you're not so bad yourself.”
James looks at him nervously. “Draco, can I ask you something?”
“Mm…sure.”
Almost too embarrassed to ask, he speaks into his shoulder. “Did you ever...sleep with...my dad?”
Draco winces at the question, but answers honestly. “Ah…yeah… But as you yourself have pointed out, you are quite definitely not him… And that's a good thing.”
James nods in understanding. “Wonder what he'd say if he knew where I am right now.”
Draco smirks evilly. “He’d be horrified.” He kisses James deeply. “But who cares?”
“Mm, not me,” James says into the kiss. “I just can’t believe I’ve got you.”
Credits: @Lord_Malfoy_ and @Jamie_S_Potter originally created this scene on Twitter, so its not entirely mine!
(NC-17. Draco/James II)
It has been days since James has seen Draco, and his 18-year-old self is feeling really bloody frustrated. He stares at the half-naked photograph given to him by Draco on his birthday, and he can’t help but grab his quill and parchment, scribbling out a note to him.
Draco,
I can’t stop thinking about you, and I know it sounds incredibly lame, but I just keep looking at that photo you gave me. I think it should be illegal for someone to look so gorgeous. When can I see you again?
-James
As the day goes on, James tries to busy himself, hoping beyond hope that Draco might reply to his owl. Just as he’s about to give up, he hears a tapping at his window. Throwing it open, he tears into the envelope. All that is written, in a slanted green scrawl is this:
That depends. Have you earned it yet?
His quill is scratching across the parchment so fast that James barely has time to think about it.
And just how do you expect me to earn it? I’ll do absolutely anything.
His heart is already racing, waiting for the reply that tells him he’s permitted to see this amazing man once more. Finally the owl comes.
Anything, eh? Alright. First, I want a striptease. Then, you’re going to put on a collar and leash, and suck me off. Clear?
Grinning naughtily to himself, he grabs his wand and his cloak, thinking to himself. “A strip tease, hm? I think that can be arranged.”
Five minutes later James is standing on the front step of Draco’s home, knocking five times, straightening his unruly hair and tie over and over.
Suddenly the door opens, James’ hand raised to knock again. Draco steps out, eying him up and down.
“Not bad... You certainly dress better than the rest of your barbaric family.” He steps back into the house, shooting James a look. “Come on in.”
James steps up to him as the door closes, pulling his arms around his neck. “I told you before...I'm not my family.”
Draco kisses his lips for the briefest of moments, teasing him before pulling away. He grins over his shoulder as he walks away, offering him a drink.
“Yes, please,” James responds, smiling behind Draco’s back. He can barely contain his excitement and nervousness.
Draco summons a bottle of Firewhiskey, takes a drink, and holds it out to James. “Well? Seduce me,” he says, smirking.
James grabs the bottle and takes a drink, feeling the alcohol burn all the way down his throat. He turns around and flicks his wand at a stereo in the corner, now blaring techno music. He kicks off his shoes and turns his head to look at Draco, mimicking the man’s smirk. Draco just laughs softly, watching his every move.
James takes his jacket off, tossing it to the floor, before turning to Draco, taking another swig of Firewhiskey and handing the bottle to Draco. He takes it, smirking. “Continue,” he says, eyes fixed on James even as he sips from the bottle.
Smiling stupidly, James turns back around, right in front of Draco, and brings his hands above his head, moving his hips with the music. He crosses his arms in front of him, hands toying with the hem of his shirt. “Merlin, the things I do for you,” he whispers, embarrassedly, but pulls his shirt up halfway, exposing his bronzed skin, looking back at Draco, but just as quickly looks away, giggling softly.
He pulls his shirt off, tossing it backwards without looking at Draco, who catches it easily, grinning. “You little tease…” he says, but laughs at the situation.
James turns around so that he’s facing Draco again, takes back the bottle of alcohol, and takes a sip. He places both hands on his hips, dancing around in a complete circle before unbuttoning his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, revealing navy blue boxers.
Draco’s eyebrow arches in that sexy way that James has grown to love lately. “What, no golden snitches or lightning bolts?” he asks playfully.
James rolls his eyes, running a hand down his chest, his stomach, and under the waist band of his boxers. “I’m not my father,” he replies, thrusting his hips, stroking himself teasingly.
Draco looks into his eyes, speaking seriously. “Oh believe me, I know.” He lets his eyes run over every inch of James’ perfect tanned body. James can feel himself grow just from Draco looking at him like that. He slips out of his boxers, moving to sit on Draco’s lap.
Draco slides a hand up James’ side, relishing in the heat of his body. “Very nice… But, we’re not done yet,” he says, summoning a black collar and leash. He presses a kiss to his neck, before buckling the collar around it, wrapping the end of the leash around his hand. “Well?” he asks, kissing him lightly, “Get on your knees.”
James kisses him hard before taking one last pull of the Firewhiskey. He gets on his knees, licking up Draco’s length, shivering with lust.
Draco groans softly, tugging on the leash, his voice low and gravelly. “Suck me and prepare yourself… I don’t want to wait too long.” With those words, James licks his lips before taking Draco into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock, his concentration focused on one thing, and one thing only.
Draco groans in delight, and pulls on the leash again, making James nearly gag. He deep throats Draco’s exquisite cock, stretching up on his knees to get at a better angle, and quickens his pace, moaning against Draco’s sensitive skin, the vibrations of it driving Draco mad.
“Mmm…need you…” Draco pants, words almost incoherent. James looks up into his silver eyes before stumbling on top of him. “Merlin, I want you so bad,” he tells Draco.
“Then ride me, beautiful,” Draco manages, running a hand through James’ messy dark hair, pulling him into a kiss.
James returns the kiss, trying to focus on the pleasure of that instead of the pain of lowering, and impaling, himself on Draco’s hardness. Draco groans into the kiss from the tightness around his cock, gripping his hips tightly. “That’s it baby…ride…”
The pain that James is feeling is rather overwhelming, but he tells himself that this is what he’s wanted more than anything. He moves up and down slowly, squeezing his eyes shut tight, his entire body tense.
Draco bites his lip. “Fucking hell…” He pulls him down to rest, stroking his back reassuringly. “Relax, baby…”
Relaxing into the soothing touch and words, James begins to trail kisses down Draco’s neck, making Draco groan, moving up and down on top of him again, the pain quickly subsiding. “That’s it, baby…just like that.”
As sweat drips down James’ body, he tries to stifle a scream, but fails miserably, digging his fingernails into Draco’s shoulders. “Yesss…” Draco hisses, grabbing James’ hips, guiding him into more forceful thrusts.
“Oh, fuck!” James lets out as Draco nips at his neck and shoulder, branding him. He moans deeply, “That’s it, come for me, baby…” He thrusts up shallowly, so close and needing more. “Let me feel you.” James’ body tenses as he comes all over himself and Draco, his breath ragged. Draco gasps at the tightening heat around his cock, thrusting slightly before coming himself, stifling a moan into the skin of James' neck. “Mm…brilliant…”
James crumples on top of him, resting his head on his shoulder. “You're bloody amazing,” he says as he kisses his neck sweetly. Draco smirks in return. “I know,” he says, breathing in his scent. “Although I will concede that you're not so bad yourself.”
James looks at him nervously. “Draco, can I ask you something?”
“Mm…sure.”
Almost too embarrassed to ask, he speaks into his shoulder. “Did you ever...sleep with...my dad?”
Draco winces at the question, but answers honestly. “Ah…yeah… But as you yourself have pointed out, you are quite definitely not him… And that's a good thing.”
James nods in understanding. “Wonder what he'd say if he knew where I am right now.”
Draco smirks evilly. “He’d be horrified.” He kisses James deeply. “But who cares?”
“Mm, not me,” James says into the kiss. “I just can’t believe I’ve got you.”
Credits: @Lord_Malfoy_ and @Jamie_S_Potter originally created this scene on Twitter, so its not entirely mine!