Birthday!gift: The Joys of Sex
Title: The Joys of Sex
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, dub-con
Word count: 1015
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for alovelycupoftea, who asked for a sequel to The Evils of Sex
Summary: Harry takes his turn.
Three days. Harry was forced to wait for three long days before he was finally able to corner Malfoy alone in a seldom-used corridor on the sixth floor. Malfoy owed him, and Harry was determined to get his pound of flesh.
Harry had allowed Malfoy to shag him over a desk during detention, relieving Harry of the burden of being a virgin, and Malfoy was meant to let Harry shag him in return. Malfoy, however, had reneged on their agreement like the slimy Slytherin git he was, but Harry wasn't going to let it go. A deal was a deal, after all.
Harry trailed silently after Malfoy, hidden beneath his Invisibility Cloak. Malfoy paused in his rounds as a Prefect to rattle the doorknob of a classroom to be sure it was locked, and Harry pounced. He flung his Cloak aside and shoved Malfoy up against the heavy wooden door.
"Oof! What the f-"
"Shut it, Malfoy," growled Harry.
"Potter! What do you think you're doing? Unhand me this instant!"
"Not until I've shagged you inside out," Harry warned in a low voice.
Malfoy began to struggle. "How dare you?" he hissed.
"Oh, I dare alright," Harry rumbled. "You owe me, Malfoy. Or, have you forgotten our little bargain in detention the other day?"
Malfoy seemed to sag against the door in defeat. "Very well, Potty. You may have your wicked way with me."
Harry wasn't fooled, not this time. He reckoned Malfoy was only trying to get him to lower his guard. Keeping one hand pressed between the Slytherin's shoulder blades, Harry drew his wand with the other. "Incarcerous!"
Ropes manifested from the door and bound Malfoy's wrists to it securely. "Release me at once!" Malfoy cried, tugging furiously at his bonds.
"I'll release you once I've had a piece of your arse," smirked Harry. He grabbed a handful of Malfoy's robe and hiked it up and draped it over the Slytherin's blond head. Muffled curses sounded from beneath the folds of material. Harry reached around to Malfoy's front and groped his cock and balls. Harry laughed. "You want this, you slut," he sneered. "You're already hard."
"Fuck you, Potter!" Malfoy yelled, his voice deadened by his own robes. His hips, however, thrust into Harry's crude caress.
Harry let the obvious rejoinder slide. Instead, he brought his other hand into play and unfastened Malfoy's belt and trousers. He pushed the other boy's trousers and briefs down, leaving Malfoy's naked arse exposed.
"I'll kill you for this," Malfoy snarled.
Harry stepped back and undid his own clothing. He pulled his swollen cock free and gave it a couple quick strokes. Harry spat into his left palm and rubbed it up and down the length of his shaft.
Malfoy froze. "Potter, please tell me you're going to use lubricant."
"You shagged me without lube," Harry reminded him. He stuck the fingers of his right hand in his mouth, wetting them thoroughly before he plunged the fingers into Malfoy's hole. Malfoy yelped and cursed and struggled some more, but Harry was relentless. When his fingers brushed against a small nodule inside of the other boy, Malfoy gasped and pushed his arse back for more.
"Are you ready for the joys of gay sex?" taunted Harry, throwing Malfoy's own words back at him.
"Just get it over with," Malfoy gritted.
Harry didn't argue. He withdrew his fingers and lined his cock up with Malfoy's hole. With a flex of his hips, Harry breached Malfoy's body and drew a startled yip from him. "Alright there, Ferret?" he asked. Harry didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed Malfoy's hips in bruising fingers and proceeded to take three days' worth of frustration out on his rival. Malfoy grunted at the abuse but was no longer spouting profanities. When he did finally verbalize something, it was a demand.
"Wank me off, you arsehole!"
"Git," grumbled Harry. Nevertheless, he managed to wrap his fingers around Malfoy's cock and squeeze and tug it while he maintained his punishing thrusts into Malfoy's tight little hole. It felt too good to last, and Harry finished more quickly than he would have liked. He slammed in a final time and groaned aloud as he shuddered and pulsed inside of the other boy.
"Don't stop now," fumed Malfoy, hips still twitching as he tried to gain friction on his cock by rubbing into Harry's slackening grip.
Harry braced his free hand on the door by Malfoy's head and leaned into him while he resumed stroking Malfoy's throbbing erection. Malfoy moaned and bucked his hips until his release spurted over the door and Harry's fingers. When Malfoy sagged against the door and softened in his hand, Harry pulled out of him and wiped his fingers on the robes that were still flung over Malfoy's head. He took a step back and tucked his spent cock into his pants and did his trousers up again. Harry retrieved his wand from his back pocket and snatched his Cloak off the floor. "Finite!" he cried, releasing Malfoy's hands. Harry swept his Cloak over himself and retreated to a safe distance while Malfoy cursed once more and fought his way out of his robes.
Once Malfoy's head emerged, he yanked up his pants and trousers and refastened everything before smoothing his robes into place. "You'll pay for this, Potter," he spat, moving away from the door.
As Malfoy made his way stiffly down the corridor, Harry bit his lip to stifle his snickers. The Slytherin boy's arrogant stride had been replaced with an awkward gait, and Harry found it suited him. Turning to head in the opposite direction, Harry swaggered through the hall on his way back to Gryffindor. With any luck, he'd have another opportunity to put a hitch in Malfoy's step.
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, dub-con
Word count: 1015
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for alovelycupoftea, who asked for a sequel to The Evils of Sex
Summary: Harry takes his turn.
Three days. Harry was forced to wait for three long days before he was finally able to corner Malfoy alone in a seldom-used corridor on the sixth floor. Malfoy owed him, and Harry was determined to get his pound of flesh.
Harry had allowed Malfoy to shag him over a desk during detention, relieving Harry of the burden of being a virgin, and Malfoy was meant to let Harry shag him in return. Malfoy, however, had reneged on their agreement like the slimy Slytherin git he was, but Harry wasn't going to let it go. A deal was a deal, after all.
Harry trailed silently after Malfoy, hidden beneath his Invisibility Cloak. Malfoy paused in his rounds as a Prefect to rattle the doorknob of a classroom to be sure it was locked, and Harry pounced. He flung his Cloak aside and shoved Malfoy up against the heavy wooden door.
"Oof! What the f-"
"Shut it, Malfoy," growled Harry.
"Potter! What do you think you're doing? Unhand me this instant!"
"Not until I've shagged you inside out," Harry warned in a low voice.
Malfoy began to struggle. "How dare you?" he hissed.
"Oh, I dare alright," Harry rumbled. "You owe me, Malfoy. Or, have you forgotten our little bargain in detention the other day?"
Malfoy seemed to sag against the door in defeat. "Very well, Potty. You may have your wicked way with me."
Harry wasn't fooled, not this time. He reckoned Malfoy was only trying to get him to lower his guard. Keeping one hand pressed between the Slytherin's shoulder blades, Harry drew his wand with the other. "Incarcerous!"
Ropes manifested from the door and bound Malfoy's wrists to it securely. "Release me at once!" Malfoy cried, tugging furiously at his bonds.
"I'll release you once I've had a piece of your arse," smirked Harry. He grabbed a handful of Malfoy's robe and hiked it up and draped it over the Slytherin's blond head. Muffled curses sounded from beneath the folds of material. Harry reached around to Malfoy's front and groped his cock and balls. Harry laughed. "You want this, you slut," he sneered. "You're already hard."
"Fuck you, Potter!" Malfoy yelled, his voice deadened by his own robes. His hips, however, thrust into Harry's crude caress.
Harry let the obvious rejoinder slide. Instead, he brought his other hand into play and unfastened Malfoy's belt and trousers. He pushed the other boy's trousers and briefs down, leaving Malfoy's naked arse exposed.
"I'll kill you for this," Malfoy snarled.
Harry stepped back and undid his own clothing. He pulled his swollen cock free and gave it a couple quick strokes. Harry spat into his left palm and rubbed it up and down the length of his shaft.
Malfoy froze. "Potter, please tell me you're going to use lubricant."
"You shagged me without lube," Harry reminded him. He stuck the fingers of his right hand in his mouth, wetting them thoroughly before he plunged the fingers into Malfoy's hole. Malfoy yelped and cursed and struggled some more, but Harry was relentless. When his fingers brushed against a small nodule inside of the other boy, Malfoy gasped and pushed his arse back for more.
"Are you ready for the joys of gay sex?" taunted Harry, throwing Malfoy's own words back at him.
"Just get it over with," Malfoy gritted.
Harry didn't argue. He withdrew his fingers and lined his cock up with Malfoy's hole. With a flex of his hips, Harry breached Malfoy's body and drew a startled yip from him. "Alright there, Ferret?" he asked. Harry didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed Malfoy's hips in bruising fingers and proceeded to take three days' worth of frustration out on his rival. Malfoy grunted at the abuse but was no longer spouting profanities. When he did finally verbalize something, it was a demand.
"Wank me off, you arsehole!"
"Git," grumbled Harry. Nevertheless, he managed to wrap his fingers around Malfoy's cock and squeeze and tug it while he maintained his punishing thrusts into Malfoy's tight little hole. It felt too good to last, and Harry finished more quickly than he would have liked. He slammed in a final time and groaned aloud as he shuddered and pulsed inside of the other boy.
"Don't stop now," fumed Malfoy, hips still twitching as he tried to gain friction on his cock by rubbing into Harry's slackening grip.
Harry braced his free hand on the door by Malfoy's head and leaned into him while he resumed stroking Malfoy's throbbing erection. Malfoy moaned and bucked his hips until his release spurted over the door and Harry's fingers. When Malfoy sagged against the door and softened in his hand, Harry pulled out of him and wiped his fingers on the robes that were still flung over Malfoy's head. He took a step back and tucked his spent cock into his pants and did his trousers up again. Harry retrieved his wand from his back pocket and snatched his Cloak off the floor. "Finite!" he cried, releasing Malfoy's hands. Harry swept his Cloak over himself and retreated to a safe distance while Malfoy cursed once more and fought his way out of his robes.
Once Malfoy's head emerged, he yanked up his pants and trousers and refastened everything before smoothing his robes into place. "You'll pay for this, Potter," he spat, moving away from the door.
As Malfoy made his way stiffly down the corridor, Harry bit his lip to stifle his snickers. The Slytherin boy's arrogant stride had been replaced with an awkward gait, and Harry found it suited him. Turning to head in the opposite direction, Harry swaggered through the hall on his way back to Gryffindor. With any luck, he'd have another opportunity to put a hitch in Malfoy's step.