Birthday!gift; AWDT; HDFluff #63
Title: Anything But
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Slytherins
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word Count: 1100
Written for:
♥ Birthday gift for 374214, whose prompt was Hogwarts era, bottom!Harry.
♥ awdt prompt of I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet.
♥ hd_fluff - Prompt #63 - secret love letters
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Draco receives messages from a secret admirer.
Draco tried to hide his nervous excitement when a non-descript Hogwarts owl delivered a message to him at breakfast. The writing on the front of the envelope matched that of two other messages Draco had received during the week. Each of those had been from a secret admirer, and Draco found the prospect thrilling. He tore the envelope open and read the message:
You have the most fantastic eyes. I hope some day they will look upon me fondly.
Despite his best efforts, Draco couldn't quite quell the grin on his face.
~*~
"Who keeps sending you messages?" demanded Pansy in the Common Room.
"My secret admirer," Draco replied with a cheeky grin.
"What if it's a girl?" Pansy sneered. She still hadn't forgiven Draco for announcing he was gay and dashing her hopes of marriage to him.
Draco didn't bat an eye. He had already considered the possibility and discarded the notion. The handwriting on the messages was definitely masculine. "Nonsense," he scoffed. "Aside from that, even if the person is a girl, I deserve to be admired and lauded."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Sweet Salazar," she muttered.
~*~
Your hair is incredible. I hope to be allowed to touch it some day.
Draco glanced up quickly to see if anyone was looking at him, but dinner in the Great Hall was carrying on as per usual. Potter looked up and caught and held Draco's eyes, but there was nothing unusual about that. Draco's body tightened in reaction. There was nothing unusual about that, either. He often wanked to fantasies of Potter, although he knew he had no chance with Gryffindor's golden boy.
Draco read the latest message again. It was best that he concentrate on someone who actually wanted him.
~*~
Draco's hand flew up and down the length of his shaft, and he bit his lip to prevent a groan from escaping. Although he'd closed his bed hangings and cast a mufflng charm before indulging in a wank, it was best to be sure no one heard him. Draco's mind conjured an image of another boy spread beneath him--one who was all dark hair, hard cock and tight hole. With a cry, Draco arched up and spilled over his stomach.
Beside him was the latest note he'd received.
You're so tall and fit. I hope to be under you soon.
~*~
I can't wait any longer. Meet me at the Quidditch pitch at 11:00.
Draco was grateful that missive had been delivered during dinner. Had he received it at breakfast, he never would have made it through the day. As it was, Draco spent the next several hours in a state of semi-arousal and excited anticipation.
Only a few of the older students were lounging in the Common Room when Draco strode to the door.
"Where are you going?" Nott challenged.
"Out," Draco snapped. He let the door bang shut behind him.
~*~
"You came."
Draco's shoulders tensed. Only two words had been spoken from behind him, but he recognized that voice. He turned and fought the urge to rub his eyes. "Potter?!"
"Surprised?" Potter asked. His voice was quiet and almost tentative.
Draco could only nod in response.
Potter bit his lip. "Surprised in a good way, or a bad way?" he ventured.
Potter seemed skittish, and Draco smiled to put him at ease. "This is a very pleasant surprise, indeed," he assured the other boy. A sudden suspicion soured his mood. "Unless this is your idea of a prank."
"No, not a prank," Potter told him. He folded his legs and sat on a blanket that had been spread over the damp grass.
Draco hesitated only a moment before he joined him. He cleared his throat. "So, ah, did you just want to...talk?" Draco was hoping for more, but he could be patient.
Potter shrugged. "If that's all you want to do, sure," he replied. "However, I've decided that life is too short not to enjoy it, and I was hoping for something...a little more."
Draco shifted to ease the pressure in his pants. "How much more?" he prompted.
"I don't know about you, but I could do with a shag." Potter's grin was sly and seductive.
Draco was powerless to resist. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the other boy's. As they snogged, they began to touch one another. Their hands caressed and grasped and plucked at clothing until the two of them lay nude upon the blanket.
Draco raised his head and gasped, "Did you bring lube?"
"Already taken care of it," Potter murmured, reaching up to draw Draco down into another heated snog. They shifted about until Draco was lying between Potter's legs and their bodies were aligned.
Potter raised his knees and canted his hips up, and Draco guided himself into place. He thrust forward, drawing moans from both of them. They moved together awkwardly at first until they found a working rhythm. Draco and Potter shagged on the blanket under the stars, their rasping breaths carried away on a mild breeze. Draco buried his face in the crook of Potter's neck while he pistoned his lower body between the other boy's thighs. Potter felt incredible--tight and slick and clamped onto Draco's cock as they fucked. He was an aggressive bottom, pushing his hips up to take Draco deeper and demanding more more more.
Potter worked a hand between them, and Draco felt him begin to stroke himself. After that, it was over much too quickly for both of them. Draco climaxed first, but Potter came soon afterward. They lay together in a sweaty, panting tangle of limbs. Draco never wanted to move again. He groaned when Potter pushed at his shoulders.
"You're heavy," Potter chuckled. "Let me catch my breath."
Draco rolled away and lay on his back, staring up at the waxing moon through a scattering of cloud cover. "I didn't know you had that in you, Potter," he drawled.
"I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet," snickered Potter.
"Had I wanted soft and sweet, I'd still be chasing girls," Draco snorted. Eventually the silence felt awkward to Draco, and he gathered up his courage to ask, "Now what?"
Potter propped himself up on an elbow and combed his fingers through the crisp curls at Draco's groin. "I don't know about you," he purred, "but I'm ready for another shag."
Anything Else
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Slytherins
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word Count: 1100
Written for:
♥ Birthday gift for 374214, whose prompt was Hogwarts era, bottom!Harry.
♥ awdt prompt of I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet.
♥ hd_fluff - Prompt #63 - secret love letters
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Draco receives messages from a secret admirer.
Draco tried to hide his nervous excitement when a non-descript Hogwarts owl delivered a message to him at breakfast. The writing on the front of the envelope matched that of two other messages Draco had received during the week. Each of those had been from a secret admirer, and Draco found the prospect thrilling. He tore the envelope open and read the message:
You have the most fantastic eyes. I hope some day they will look upon me fondly.
Despite his best efforts, Draco couldn't quite quell the grin on his face.
~*~
"Who keeps sending you messages?" demanded Pansy in the Common Room.
"My secret admirer," Draco replied with a cheeky grin.
"What if it's a girl?" Pansy sneered. She still hadn't forgiven Draco for announcing he was gay and dashing her hopes of marriage to him.
Draco didn't bat an eye. He had already considered the possibility and discarded the notion. The handwriting on the messages was definitely masculine. "Nonsense," he scoffed. "Aside from that, even if the person is a girl, I deserve to be admired and lauded."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Sweet Salazar," she muttered.
~*~
Your hair is incredible. I hope to be allowed to touch it some day.
Draco glanced up quickly to see if anyone was looking at him, but dinner in the Great Hall was carrying on as per usual. Potter looked up and caught and held Draco's eyes, but there was nothing unusual about that. Draco's body tightened in reaction. There was nothing unusual about that, either. He often wanked to fantasies of Potter, although he knew he had no chance with Gryffindor's golden boy.
Draco read the latest message again. It was best that he concentrate on someone who actually wanted him.
~*~
Draco's hand flew up and down the length of his shaft, and he bit his lip to prevent a groan from escaping. Although he'd closed his bed hangings and cast a mufflng charm before indulging in a wank, it was best to be sure no one heard him. Draco's mind conjured an image of another boy spread beneath him--one who was all dark hair, hard cock and tight hole. With a cry, Draco arched up and spilled over his stomach.
Beside him was the latest note he'd received.
You're so tall and fit. I hope to be under you soon.
~*~
I can't wait any longer. Meet me at the Quidditch pitch at 11:00.
Draco was grateful that missive had been delivered during dinner. Had he received it at breakfast, he never would have made it through the day. As it was, Draco spent the next several hours in a state of semi-arousal and excited anticipation.
Only a few of the older students were lounging in the Common Room when Draco strode to the door.
"Where are you going?" Nott challenged.
"Out," Draco snapped. He let the door bang shut behind him.
~*~
"You came."
Draco's shoulders tensed. Only two words had been spoken from behind him, but he recognized that voice. He turned and fought the urge to rub his eyes. "Potter?!"
"Surprised?" Potter asked. His voice was quiet and almost tentative.
Draco could only nod in response.
Potter bit his lip. "Surprised in a good way, or a bad way?" he ventured.
Potter seemed skittish, and Draco smiled to put him at ease. "This is a very pleasant surprise, indeed," he assured the other boy. A sudden suspicion soured his mood. "Unless this is your idea of a prank."
"No, not a prank," Potter told him. He folded his legs and sat on a blanket that had been spread over the damp grass.
Draco hesitated only a moment before he joined him. He cleared his throat. "So, ah, did you just want to...talk?" Draco was hoping for more, but he could be patient.
Potter shrugged. "If that's all you want to do, sure," he replied. "However, I've decided that life is too short not to enjoy it, and I was hoping for something...a little more."
Draco shifted to ease the pressure in his pants. "How much more?" he prompted.
"I don't know about you, but I could do with a shag." Potter's grin was sly and seductive.
Draco was powerless to resist. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the other boy's. As they snogged, they began to touch one another. Their hands caressed and grasped and plucked at clothing until the two of them lay nude upon the blanket.
Draco raised his head and gasped, "Did you bring lube?"
"Already taken care of it," Potter murmured, reaching up to draw Draco down into another heated snog. They shifted about until Draco was lying between Potter's legs and their bodies were aligned.
Potter raised his knees and canted his hips up, and Draco guided himself into place. He thrust forward, drawing moans from both of them. They moved together awkwardly at first until they found a working rhythm. Draco and Potter shagged on the blanket under the stars, their rasping breaths carried away on a mild breeze. Draco buried his face in the crook of Potter's neck while he pistoned his lower body between the other boy's thighs. Potter felt incredible--tight and slick and clamped onto Draco's cock as they fucked. He was an aggressive bottom, pushing his hips up to take Draco deeper and demanding more more more.
Potter worked a hand between them, and Draco felt him begin to stroke himself. After that, it was over much too quickly for both of them. Draco climaxed first, but Potter came soon afterward. They lay together in a sweaty, panting tangle of limbs. Draco never wanted to move again. He groaned when Potter pushed at his shoulders.
"You're heavy," Potter chuckled. "Let me catch my breath."
Draco rolled away and lay on his back, staring up at the waxing moon through a scattering of cloud cover. "I didn't know you had that in you, Potter," he drawled.
"I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet," snickered Potter.
"Had I wanted soft and sweet, I'd still be chasing girls," Draco snorted. Eventually the silence felt awkward to Draco, and he gathered up his courage to ask, "Now what?"
Potter propped himself up on an elbow and combed his fingers through the crisp curls at Draco's groin. "I don't know about you," he purred, "but I'm ready for another shag."
Anything Else