WildSide 6
Title: WildSide 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1025
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for adry777, who asked for more of WildSide.
Summary: Harry came to talk, but he ends up shagging Draco instead.
Harry was raising his hand to knock once more when the door was flung open, and he found himself face to face with Draco. A strange mix of irritation and relief flashed across Draco's face. His pupils expanded, and his tongue emerged to dampen his lips. Harry had come here to apologize and try to pacify his volatile lover, but all his good intentions went by the wayside on seeing Draco looking so positively fuckable.
Harry grabbed Draco by the upper arms and hauled him into a brutal, claiming kiss. Draco's sound of surprise was swallowed by Harry's greedy mouth as he crushed Draco's lips beneath his own. Harry was prepared for some resistance, but when Draco made a needy sound and opened to the pressure, Harry took advantage of the tacit surrender and plunged his tongue past Draco's teeth to plunder his mouth.
Draco moaned and arched against Harry, and Harry could feel how hard Draco was, even through their layers of clothing. Harry was overwhelmed with the need to bury himself in the hot clasp of Draco's body, and he began pushing him into the flat. They lurched over to the sofa and fell on it with their mouths still attached. Their hands began tugging shirts free of waistbands before attacking trousers. Harry succeeded in baring Draco from the waist down while feverish hands pushed Harry's trousers and pants to his knees.
Draco opened his legs with an impassioned whimper, and Harry dropped his hips into place. He paused with the tip of his aching cock pressed to Draco's entrance. "We need lube," he rasped.
"Use your wand," Draco insisted, wriggling impatiently.
Harry didn't know where his wand was. He closed his eyes and concentrated. A tiny gasp from Draco prompted Harry to open his eyes and look down. "Good?" he asked. Draco nodded and pushed his hips up even as Harry was driving forward.
Throaty moans greeted penetration, and Harry gasped when the tail of Draco's dragon tattoo seized his cock in a familiar caress. "Oh god," he groaned before swooping to claim Draco's mouth once more. Their bodies moved together, frantic and awkward, but neither complained; it felt too good. The dragon's tail gave Harry's prick a squeeze each time he thrust in deep, and Draco hooked one leg behind Harry's arse to urge him deeper.
When a breathy squeal from Draco let Harry know he'd hit his lover's prostate, he applied himself to banging that spot repeatedly. Draco arched under Harry, flailing and yowling as he climaxed almost violently. His inner muscles clamped around Harry's cock in hard, rippling spasms while the dragon's coiled tail slid up and down Harry's shaft.
Harry bit his lip, wanting this encounter to last, but he was powerless to resist Draco's clenching hole and the dragon's squeezing tail. Harry's orgasm was pulled forth, and he dropped his head to Draco's shoulder while he ground his hips into the vee of Draco's thighs in an effort to twist his spurting cock in deeper. When it passed, Harry sagged onto Draco, limp and spent.
"You're crushing me," Draco complained. His voice lacked any rancor, however, and he made no move under Harry.
Harry straightened his arms to lift his upper body off Draco, but their lower bodies remained locked together. Once again, the dragon's tail had refused to relinquish its hold on Harry's softened penis. Draco shifted, and both of them moaned at the movement. Harry's cock twitched, but he doubted he'd be able to shag again so soon.
"I suppose you're going to tell me you're being held hostage by a tattoo again," Draco muttered.
"I haven't slipped out of you yet, have I?"
Draco huffed and reached between them. Harry shuddered when he felt questing fingers brush his cock where it was hugged by Draco's rim. Harry's breath hissed out when Draco worked a finger into his own hole, alongside Harry's cock. Harry felt the dragon's tail quiver in reaction, and it abruptly released Harry's prick in favor of winding around Draco's finger.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise. He tried to pull his finger free and was unsuccessful.
"I told you so," Harry muttered as his cock swelled once more.
"Potter!" Draco shrilled.
"I can't help it," protested Harry, thrusting himself deeper.
Draco shivered and moaned, and he pulled his knees up and hooked his ankles at the small of Harry's back. At Draco's surrender, the dragon's tail loosed its grip on Draco's finger and twined around Harry's cock again.
"I think we're meant to...to shag again," Harry puffed. He was already putting his words into action, sliding in and out of Draco's slick hole, accompanied by delicious squelching sounds. Harry and Draco added to the noise with moans and cries of pleasure as their bodies rocked together on the sofa. They lasted much longer this time, writhing, twisting, mewling and panting until they climaxed one after the other.
The dragon released Harry this time, and he pulled out of Draco with a wet pop before collapsing to the side of his lover.
"What did you do?" Draco gasped. He neither turned his head nor opened his eyes.
"Shagged you rotten," Harry managed to reply.
"No, you tosser," Draco bit out. "I meant, what did you do to my dragon?!"
"Pardon me?"
"It's been out of control ever since...since the last time you were here," Draco accused.
"I have no idea what you're going on about," Harry told him. His eyes were getting heavy, and he was convinced he could fall asleep right here on this too-crowded sofa if Draco would just be silent for a moment.
"Potter, are you paying attention?"
Harry groaned and flung an arm around Draco. In a tricky maneuver, he Apparated them from the sofa directly into his bed at home.
"Potter!" yelped Draco.
"Shush," Harry slurred with a yawn. "We'll shag again in the morning, and then we can talk."
WildSide 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1025
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for adry777, who asked for more of WildSide.
Summary: Harry came to talk, but he ends up shagging Draco instead.
Harry was raising his hand to knock once more when the door was flung open, and he found himself face to face with Draco. A strange mix of irritation and relief flashed across Draco's face. His pupils expanded, and his tongue emerged to dampen his lips. Harry had come here to apologize and try to pacify his volatile lover, but all his good intentions went by the wayside on seeing Draco looking so positively fuckable.
Harry grabbed Draco by the upper arms and hauled him into a brutal, claiming kiss. Draco's sound of surprise was swallowed by Harry's greedy mouth as he crushed Draco's lips beneath his own. Harry was prepared for some resistance, but when Draco made a needy sound and opened to the pressure, Harry took advantage of the tacit surrender and plunged his tongue past Draco's teeth to plunder his mouth.
Draco moaned and arched against Harry, and Harry could feel how hard Draco was, even through their layers of clothing. Harry was overwhelmed with the need to bury himself in the hot clasp of Draco's body, and he began pushing him into the flat. They lurched over to the sofa and fell on it with their mouths still attached. Their hands began tugging shirts free of waistbands before attacking trousers. Harry succeeded in baring Draco from the waist down while feverish hands pushed Harry's trousers and pants to his knees.
Draco opened his legs with an impassioned whimper, and Harry dropped his hips into place. He paused with the tip of his aching cock pressed to Draco's entrance. "We need lube," he rasped.
"Use your wand," Draco insisted, wriggling impatiently.
Harry didn't know where his wand was. He closed his eyes and concentrated. A tiny gasp from Draco prompted Harry to open his eyes and look down. "Good?" he asked. Draco nodded and pushed his hips up even as Harry was driving forward.
Throaty moans greeted penetration, and Harry gasped when the tail of Draco's dragon tattoo seized his cock in a familiar caress. "Oh god," he groaned before swooping to claim Draco's mouth once more. Their bodies moved together, frantic and awkward, but neither complained; it felt too good. The dragon's tail gave Harry's prick a squeeze each time he thrust in deep, and Draco hooked one leg behind Harry's arse to urge him deeper.
When a breathy squeal from Draco let Harry know he'd hit his lover's prostate, he applied himself to banging that spot repeatedly. Draco arched under Harry, flailing and yowling as he climaxed almost violently. His inner muscles clamped around Harry's cock in hard, rippling spasms while the dragon's coiled tail slid up and down Harry's shaft.
Harry bit his lip, wanting this encounter to last, but he was powerless to resist Draco's clenching hole and the dragon's squeezing tail. Harry's orgasm was pulled forth, and he dropped his head to Draco's shoulder while he ground his hips into the vee of Draco's thighs in an effort to twist his spurting cock in deeper. When it passed, Harry sagged onto Draco, limp and spent.
"You're crushing me," Draco complained. His voice lacked any rancor, however, and he made no move under Harry.
Harry straightened his arms to lift his upper body off Draco, but their lower bodies remained locked together. Once again, the dragon's tail had refused to relinquish its hold on Harry's softened penis. Draco shifted, and both of them moaned at the movement. Harry's cock twitched, but he doubted he'd be able to shag again so soon.
"I suppose you're going to tell me you're being held hostage by a tattoo again," Draco muttered.
"I haven't slipped out of you yet, have I?"
Draco huffed and reached between them. Harry shuddered when he felt questing fingers brush his cock where it was hugged by Draco's rim. Harry's breath hissed out when Draco worked a finger into his own hole, alongside Harry's cock. Harry felt the dragon's tail quiver in reaction, and it abruptly released Harry's prick in favor of winding around Draco's finger.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise. He tried to pull his finger free and was unsuccessful.
"I told you so," Harry muttered as his cock swelled once more.
"Potter!" Draco shrilled.
"I can't help it," protested Harry, thrusting himself deeper.
Draco shivered and moaned, and he pulled his knees up and hooked his ankles at the small of Harry's back. At Draco's surrender, the dragon's tail loosed its grip on Draco's finger and twined around Harry's cock again.
"I think we're meant to...to shag again," Harry puffed. He was already putting his words into action, sliding in and out of Draco's slick hole, accompanied by delicious squelching sounds. Harry and Draco added to the noise with moans and cries of pleasure as their bodies rocked together on the sofa. They lasted much longer this time, writhing, twisting, mewling and panting until they climaxed one after the other.
The dragon released Harry this time, and he pulled out of Draco with a wet pop before collapsing to the side of his lover.
"What did you do?" Draco gasped. He neither turned his head nor opened his eyes.
"Shagged you rotten," Harry managed to reply.
"No, you tosser," Draco bit out. "I meant, what did you do to my dragon?!"
"Pardon me?"
"It's been out of control ever since...since the last time you were here," Draco accused.
"I have no idea what you're going on about," Harry told him. His eyes were getting heavy, and he was convinced he could fall asleep right here on this too-crowded sofa if Draco would just be silent for a moment.
"Potter, are you paying attention?"
Harry groaned and flung an arm around Draco. In a tricky maneuver, he Apparated them from the sofa directly into his bed at home.
"Potter!" yelped Draco.
"Shush," Harry slurred with a yawn. "We'll shag again in the morning, and then we can talk."
WildSide 7