Sexy Stranger
Title: Sexy Stranger
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Word count: 1785
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for yggdrasilian, who asked for a sequel to Erotic Encounter.
Summary: Draco returns to Club Coquette in search of the sexy stranger who thrilled him before.
Draco returned home in a daze. The sex had been fantastic and quite welcome after weeks of celibacy, but his reactions to what should have been a casual coupling confused him. Draco removed his mask and provocative clothing and indulged in a long, hot shower. He washed away the evidence of his recent sexual encounter, leaving only a pleasant, throbbing ache behind. Draco slipped into bed naked and dropped into an exhausted slumber.
~*~
Draco awoke earlier than usual the following morning. He stretched and smiled in satisfaction at the lingering soreness of his body. As the day wore on, Draco found himself tempted to return to Club Coquette, but no. He had gone to the club last night on a whim. Draco had been in search of a meaningless one-off, and he had indulged himself with a sexy stranger. There was no need to go back again.
Long after Draco went to bed that night, he lay there wondering if his anonymous lover had returned to Club Coquette, and if so, what or whom he was doing.
~*~
Draco indulged in a wank the next morning. While it was satisfying, it left him wanting. He resolved to use one of his vibrators that night to help him sleep.
Draco met Blaise for lunch, and his friend interrogated him about his recent trip to Club Coquette. "Tell me all about it," Blaise urged.
"There's not much to tell," Draco hedged as he picked at his lunch. "I went to the club, hooked up with an anonymous bloke for a one-off, then returned home and went to bed alone."
"Did you at least get his name?"
"I went there for no-strings-attached sex, Blaise," Draco reminded him. "I wasn't looking for a relationship."
"The sex was substandard, I take it?"
Draco sighed. "It was bloody fantastic, but it was meant to be a stress-reliever, nothing more. My itch has been scratched, so to speak."
Blaise spent the rest of their time together trying to convince Draco to accompany him to Club Coquette later that night.
~*~
Fresh from his shower, Draco returned to his bedroom and reached for a pair of pyjama bottoms. The mask he'd worn to the club seemed to beckon him. Draco's cock swelled, and his hole fluttered with need. He bit his lip in indecision. After a moment's hesitation, Draco dropped his pyjamas and grabbed a bottle of lubricant instead.
~*~
Draco stepped out of the Floo and reacquainted himself with the sights, sounds and scents of Club Coquette. Bodies in varied states of undress were draped over one another, music from the dance floor provided a throbbing backbeat, and the musky smell of sex lingered in the air.
Once more, Draco escaped to the gardens beyond the open French doors. He kept to the shadows and scrutinized each person that passed through the doors. Draco tried to convince himself he was searching for a suitable partner, but the truth was, he was only seeking one man. Draco didn't know how long he lurked there before he considered this a waste of time and stepped out of the shadows to return to the Floo in the club's expansive lobby. The hair at the nape of his neck stood up an instant before an oddly familiar voice spoke from behind him.
"Cinderella returns."
Despite the racing of his heart, Draco turned slowly. His breath caught when he saw it was the sexy stranger whom he had allowed to fuck him two nights ago. The man wore the same dark clothing, mask and cape as he had before, just as Draco was wearing his outfit from their previous encounter.
The man spoke again. "I was afraid I would have to begin bending random blokes over in search of the one who was a perfect fit for this." He held up the plug that Draco had been wearing when he arrived at Club Coquette the first time. Draco had forgotten he'd left without it. "Are you the perfect fit, Cinderella?" mused the masked stranger.
Draco shivered in arousal. "Perhaps you should try me on for size," he countered in a voice gone rough. The man grinned beneath his mask and tucked the purloined plug into his pocket. He took Draco by the hand and led him back into the shadows. Draco followed, allowing the bloke to take him along a graveled pathway until they came across an unoccupied alcove dominated by a polished wooden bench.
"Turn around," commanded the stranger.
Draco trembled and obeyed. A firm hand pressed between his shoulders compelled Draco to bend and place his palms on the bench. His chosen partner raised the hem of the short skirt Draco wore, and Draco quivered as the tops of his thigh-high stockings were revealed and his naked arse was exposed to the cool night air.
"Gorgeous," breathed the man behind him. He left Draco's skirt draped over his back and palmed Draco's arse cheeks. Draco held his breath as his buttocks were parted to display the handle of the plug he had inserted before leaving home. He moaned when his anonymous lover gripped the protruding end of the plug and twisted it. "Would you like me to replace this with something large and hot?" husked the stranger.
Draco's hips bucked in desperation. "Please," he whimpered. Goosebumps scattered across his skin as the plug was pulled free with slow deliberation. Draco heard a clink of glass but was too far gone to care what it was. He shifted his booted feet apart, spreading his legs wide. The warm, rough hands settled on his hips once more, followed by the nudge of a damp cock head between Draco's arse cheeks. Draco held his breath...and released it on a low whine at the pleasurable pain of being penetrated.
His lover wasn't gentle with him. He pushed forward in quick, hard thrusts until the fabric of his trousers was pressed flush to Draco's backside. "Perfect fit," the stranger gasped.
Draco agreed, but he was unable to articulate his assent. He gripped the sides of the bench and held on as the cock inside of him began sliding in and out in smooth, measured strokes. Draco's body yielded to the invasion with a twinge of discomfort. The slender plug had left him lubricated but tight, and the bloke whose cock Draco was impaled on seemed to appreciate it, judging by his lusty moans as he fucked Draco. The hands on Draco's hips held him in a bruising grip as his lover anchored him in place to receive each hard thrust. Draco loved it. Sounds of enjoyment tumbled forth as he writhed on the man's cock.
Just when they drew an audience, Draco didn't know, but he gradually became aware that some passersby had paused to become voyeurs to the sensual tableau being played out before them. Draco was too caught up in the moment to be concerned or embarrassed. The latent exhibitionist in him found the watchers added a delicious, naughty air to the encounter, and his voice rose in response.
When one hand left Draco's hip to grasp his penis instead, Draco reacted with a wail of shameless delight. He alternately thrust himself into his partner's hand and arched back to meet the stranger's bold strokes. Draco's prostate was taking a delightful pounding, and the additional stimulation helped to springboard him into an intense climax. Every muscle in Draco's body tensed and tightened, and his inner muscles contracted around the thick shaft that plundered his hole. Draco's release pulsed over his lover's fingers and was smeared over his penis as the man continued wanking him.
Draco's uninhibited display of bliss drew a murmur of approval from their audience. As Draco's body subsided into trembling aftershocks, his face heated with embarrassment, leaving him grateful for his mask and the cover of darkness. He braced himself against the brute force of the big cock that continued to pummel him as his lover sought his own completion. A few thrusts more, and Draco felt jets of hot come flood his insides.
The bloke sagged against Draco, breathing hard. He waited until the voyeurs retreated before he withdrew from Draco with a wet pop and a dribble of spunk. He stepped back, and Draco straightened on wobbling legs.
Draco turned to face the anonymous stranger, awkward now in the aftermath of their fierce coupling. He opened his mouth to say something, only to have his lips seized and crushed beneath the onslaught of the scorching kiss his lover subjected him to. Caught offguard, Draco could do nothing but respond. He groaned and opened beneath the pressure, allowing the stranger's tongue to sweep inside his mouth and plunder it as thoroughly as his prick had plundered Draco's hole. Draco felt the man's naked cock stir against his thigh, and he broke free of the kiss with a shaky gasp.
"Who are you?" asked his mysterious lover, reaching to feather his fingers over the edge of Draco's mask.
"N-nobody," Draco stammered, uneasy at the thought of revealing himself to this man in spite of the intimacies they had shared.
"Shy...or scared?" the stranger asked, trailing his fingers down Draco's throat to rest against his fluttering pulse.
"A little of both," Draco admitted in a whisper.
"Very well, Cinderella," chuckled the other man. His husky laugh made Draco weak in the knees and put him in mind of lying back on the bench and spreading himself for his lover's cock again. "Will you at least stay longer tonight?" the bloke asked, as if sensing Draco's need to surrender once more.
"No, I...I have to go," Draco demurred. The man nodded and stepped away. He should have looked comical with his spent cock dangling from his open trousers, but Draco found the sight arousing. He nearly went into the man's arms again but stopped himself in time. "I have to go," he repeated, more to convince himself, he suspected.
"Will you return tomorrow night?" asked his anonymous partner as he tucked himself into his trousers.
"I...shouldn't-" Draco's voice was abruptly muffled against the man's shoulder as he was seized in a fierce embrace. Hands inched Draco's skirt up to squeeze and knead his bare arse.
"Come back tomorrow night," the stranger ordered gruffly. "I'll be waiting for you here."
Draco stumbled back and nodded before turning to flee into the safety of the shadows.
Aroused Anticipation
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Word count: 1785
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for yggdrasilian, who asked for a sequel to Erotic Encounter.
Summary: Draco returns to Club Coquette in search of the sexy stranger who thrilled him before.
Draco returned home in a daze. The sex had been fantastic and quite welcome after weeks of celibacy, but his reactions to what should have been a casual coupling confused him. Draco removed his mask and provocative clothing and indulged in a long, hot shower. He washed away the evidence of his recent sexual encounter, leaving only a pleasant, throbbing ache behind. Draco slipped into bed naked and dropped into an exhausted slumber.
~*~
Draco awoke earlier than usual the following morning. He stretched and smiled in satisfaction at the lingering soreness of his body. As the day wore on, Draco found himself tempted to return to Club Coquette, but no. He had gone to the club last night on a whim. Draco had been in search of a meaningless one-off, and he had indulged himself with a sexy stranger. There was no need to go back again.
Long after Draco went to bed that night, he lay there wondering if his anonymous lover had returned to Club Coquette, and if so, what or whom he was doing.
~*~
Draco indulged in a wank the next morning. While it was satisfying, it left him wanting. He resolved to use one of his vibrators that night to help him sleep.
Draco met Blaise for lunch, and his friend interrogated him about his recent trip to Club Coquette. "Tell me all about it," Blaise urged.
"There's not much to tell," Draco hedged as he picked at his lunch. "I went to the club, hooked up with an anonymous bloke for a one-off, then returned home and went to bed alone."
"Did you at least get his name?"
"I went there for no-strings-attached sex, Blaise," Draco reminded him. "I wasn't looking for a relationship."
"The sex was substandard, I take it?"
Draco sighed. "It was bloody fantastic, but it was meant to be a stress-reliever, nothing more. My itch has been scratched, so to speak."
Blaise spent the rest of their time together trying to convince Draco to accompany him to Club Coquette later that night.
~*~
Fresh from his shower, Draco returned to his bedroom and reached for a pair of pyjama bottoms. The mask he'd worn to the club seemed to beckon him. Draco's cock swelled, and his hole fluttered with need. He bit his lip in indecision. After a moment's hesitation, Draco dropped his pyjamas and grabbed a bottle of lubricant instead.
~*~
Draco stepped out of the Floo and reacquainted himself with the sights, sounds and scents of Club Coquette. Bodies in varied states of undress were draped over one another, music from the dance floor provided a throbbing backbeat, and the musky smell of sex lingered in the air.
Once more, Draco escaped to the gardens beyond the open French doors. He kept to the shadows and scrutinized each person that passed through the doors. Draco tried to convince himself he was searching for a suitable partner, but the truth was, he was only seeking one man. Draco didn't know how long he lurked there before he considered this a waste of time and stepped out of the shadows to return to the Floo in the club's expansive lobby. The hair at the nape of his neck stood up an instant before an oddly familiar voice spoke from behind him.
"Cinderella returns."
Despite the racing of his heart, Draco turned slowly. His breath caught when he saw it was the sexy stranger whom he had allowed to fuck him two nights ago. The man wore the same dark clothing, mask and cape as he had before, just as Draco was wearing his outfit from their previous encounter.
The man spoke again. "I was afraid I would have to begin bending random blokes over in search of the one who was a perfect fit for this." He held up the plug that Draco had been wearing when he arrived at Club Coquette the first time. Draco had forgotten he'd left without it. "Are you the perfect fit, Cinderella?" mused the masked stranger.
Draco shivered in arousal. "Perhaps you should try me on for size," he countered in a voice gone rough. The man grinned beneath his mask and tucked the purloined plug into his pocket. He took Draco by the hand and led him back into the shadows. Draco followed, allowing the bloke to take him along a graveled pathway until they came across an unoccupied alcove dominated by a polished wooden bench.
"Turn around," commanded the stranger.
Draco trembled and obeyed. A firm hand pressed between his shoulders compelled Draco to bend and place his palms on the bench. His chosen partner raised the hem of the short skirt Draco wore, and Draco quivered as the tops of his thigh-high stockings were revealed and his naked arse was exposed to the cool night air.
"Gorgeous," breathed the man behind him. He left Draco's skirt draped over his back and palmed Draco's arse cheeks. Draco held his breath as his buttocks were parted to display the handle of the plug he had inserted before leaving home. He moaned when his anonymous lover gripped the protruding end of the plug and twisted it. "Would you like me to replace this with something large and hot?" husked the stranger.
Draco's hips bucked in desperation. "Please," he whimpered. Goosebumps scattered across his skin as the plug was pulled free with slow deliberation. Draco heard a clink of glass but was too far gone to care what it was. He shifted his booted feet apart, spreading his legs wide. The warm, rough hands settled on his hips once more, followed by the nudge of a damp cock head between Draco's arse cheeks. Draco held his breath...and released it on a low whine at the pleasurable pain of being penetrated.
His lover wasn't gentle with him. He pushed forward in quick, hard thrusts until the fabric of his trousers was pressed flush to Draco's backside. "Perfect fit," the stranger gasped.
Draco agreed, but he was unable to articulate his assent. He gripped the sides of the bench and held on as the cock inside of him began sliding in and out in smooth, measured strokes. Draco's body yielded to the invasion with a twinge of discomfort. The slender plug had left him lubricated but tight, and the bloke whose cock Draco was impaled on seemed to appreciate it, judging by his lusty moans as he fucked Draco. The hands on Draco's hips held him in a bruising grip as his lover anchored him in place to receive each hard thrust. Draco loved it. Sounds of enjoyment tumbled forth as he writhed on the man's cock.
Just when they drew an audience, Draco didn't know, but he gradually became aware that some passersby had paused to become voyeurs to the sensual tableau being played out before them. Draco was too caught up in the moment to be concerned or embarrassed. The latent exhibitionist in him found the watchers added a delicious, naughty air to the encounter, and his voice rose in response.
When one hand left Draco's hip to grasp his penis instead, Draco reacted with a wail of shameless delight. He alternately thrust himself into his partner's hand and arched back to meet the stranger's bold strokes. Draco's prostate was taking a delightful pounding, and the additional stimulation helped to springboard him into an intense climax. Every muscle in Draco's body tensed and tightened, and his inner muscles contracted around the thick shaft that plundered his hole. Draco's release pulsed over his lover's fingers and was smeared over his penis as the man continued wanking him.
Draco's uninhibited display of bliss drew a murmur of approval from their audience. As Draco's body subsided into trembling aftershocks, his face heated with embarrassment, leaving him grateful for his mask and the cover of darkness. He braced himself against the brute force of the big cock that continued to pummel him as his lover sought his own completion. A few thrusts more, and Draco felt jets of hot come flood his insides.
The bloke sagged against Draco, breathing hard. He waited until the voyeurs retreated before he withdrew from Draco with a wet pop and a dribble of spunk. He stepped back, and Draco straightened on wobbling legs.
Draco turned to face the anonymous stranger, awkward now in the aftermath of their fierce coupling. He opened his mouth to say something, only to have his lips seized and crushed beneath the onslaught of the scorching kiss his lover subjected him to. Caught offguard, Draco could do nothing but respond. He groaned and opened beneath the pressure, allowing the stranger's tongue to sweep inside his mouth and plunder it as thoroughly as his prick had plundered Draco's hole. Draco felt the man's naked cock stir against his thigh, and he broke free of the kiss with a shaky gasp.
"Who are you?" asked his mysterious lover, reaching to feather his fingers over the edge of Draco's mask.
"N-nobody," Draco stammered, uneasy at the thought of revealing himself to this man in spite of the intimacies they had shared.
"Shy...or scared?" the stranger asked, trailing his fingers down Draco's throat to rest against his fluttering pulse.
"A little of both," Draco admitted in a whisper.
"Very well, Cinderella," chuckled the other man. His husky laugh made Draco weak in the knees and put him in mind of lying back on the bench and spreading himself for his lover's cock again. "Will you at least stay longer tonight?" the bloke asked, as if sensing Draco's need to surrender once more.
"No, I...I have to go," Draco demurred. The man nodded and stepped away. He should have looked comical with his spent cock dangling from his open trousers, but Draco found the sight arousing. He nearly went into the man's arms again but stopped himself in time. "I have to go," he repeated, more to convince himself, he suspected.
"Will you return tomorrow night?" asked his anonymous partner as he tucked himself into his trousers.
"I...shouldn't-" Draco's voice was abruptly muffled against the man's shoulder as he was seized in a fierce embrace. Hands inched Draco's skirt up to squeeze and knead his bare arse.
"Come back tomorrow night," the stranger ordered gruffly. "I'll be waiting for you here."
Draco stumbled back and nodded before turning to flee into the safety of the shadows.
Aroused Anticipation