Anything Else
Title: Anything Else
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Pansy
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, AU
Word Count: 1025
Written for: Birthday gift for clear_stream18, who requested a sequel to Anything But
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Draco receives another summons from Potter.
Despite the lack of sleep, Draco was sharp and alert at breakfast the following morning. He and Potter had shagged again before parting ways last night, and Draco was anxious to see how the other boy wished to proceed.
Would Potter dismiss it as a one-night stand? Would he suddenly act as though they were in a relationship? Boyfriends? Draco considered the implications. Would a relationship with Potter cause him to lose face in Slytherin, or would it elevate his position? Did he even want a relationship?
Draco recalled the thrill he'd experienced each time he had received a message from his anonymous admirer. It had seemed at the time that the other person wanted something more from Draco than just a one-off. However, now that Draco knew the mysterious person was none other than Potter, the dynamics had changed. Everyone knew Potter was barking mad. Anyone who would oppose the Dark Lord had to be.
As Draco puzzled things over, one of the school owls swooped over the table and dropped a message by his plate.
"Who is it, Draco?"
"None of your business, Pansy."
"Ah ha!" smirked Pansy. "So you do know who it is!"
"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't," Draco shrugged. "What I do know for sure is, it's none of your business."
Pansy sniffed and turned her back to him.
Relieved, Draco opened the message with eager hands.
Let's do it again. Tonight. Same time, same place.
~*~
It was Saturday. Draco didn't know if that made things better or worse. He almost thought it would have been preferable to attend classes today, as that would have helped keep his mind off his impending rendezvous with Potter later that night.
Draco spent the day pacing, trying to work on assignments, snapping at his Housemates, and ultimately wanking by mid-afternoon simply to relieve the pressure. Usually, Saturdays went by far too quickly for Draco, but today was lasting an eternity. He wasn't sure he'd survive until eleven.
~*~
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up."
Potter's answering grin was just shy of a smirk. "It's five minutes past. How long have you been waiting?"
"Long enough," Draco drawled. He wasn't about to let Potter know he'd been here on the Quidditch pitch since 10:20.
Potter hoisted his bag off his shoulder and removed a blanket. It was the same one they had shagged upon previously, and Draco's cock strained at his flies. Potter spread the blanket on the ground and tossed a bottle of lube onto it. Draco's cock grew harder. Potter drew his wand and flicked it about, and Draco heard him casting charms for privacy and warmth.
Potter knelt on the blanket and removed his glasses, placing them carefully in his bag. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it off over his head. "Are you going to get undressed, or do you want to watch this time?" he mocked.
Draco began unbuttoning his shirt. By the time he shrugged out of the garment and looked up, Potter was naked and drizzling lube over his fingers. Draco's eyes followed those fingers as Potter reached behind himself.
"If you're...ah...only going to take off half...mm...half your clothes, you should have...oh fuck...should've taken off your trousers."
Draco reached for his flies blindly, still watching Potter as the other boy prepared himself. Potter's hips undulated, and his cock twitched and leaked pre-come during his ministrations. Draco pushed his trousers and pants down in one motion, then sat back and tried to kick them off. He cursed when his shoes got in the way, and Draco had to take his eyes off of Potter in order to remove his shoes and strip off the remainder of his clothing.
"Are you ready?" Draco husked.
"Can't rush this," Potter moaned in response. "Damn, that feels good," he sighed, hips bucking in the air.
"Potter, I can't wait," Draco whined. The hot throb of blood in his cock was painful, and he gave himself an anxious squeeze.
"Do you want to wank or fuck?"
"Fuck, Potter," Draco gasped. It was just as much a plea as an answer. Why would he want to do anything else but shag when Potter was offering himself for the taking?
"Then wait." Even without his glasses on, Potter's eyes sharpened on Draco's face in a quelling glare.
It was at that moment that Draco realized he was completely under Potter's control. The fact might have been more daunting if Draco wasn't so bloody desperate to push his cock into the other boy. Draco was afraid he'd barely get inside of Potter's hot little hole before he embarrassed himself.
Finally, mercifully, Potter's hand reappeared. He turned his back to Draco and dropped to his fours, sending a sultry look back over one shoulder.
Draco all but pounced on him. He knelt behind Potter and thumbed his arse cheeks apart, exposing Potter's relaxed, glistening rim. "Merlin," Draco wheezed. He lined his cock up to that beckoning target and pushed his way inside with a grunt of satisfaction. Potter sucked in a sharp breath but made no complaint. Draco's fingers tightened on the other boy's hips, and he used his grip to pull Potter back each time he thrust forward.
Draco lasted longer than three strokes, but not by much. Too soon, he was crying out and shooting his load into Potter.
"Malfoy, you selfish twat," snarled Potter. He continued to hunch his hips back and forth, but Draco's cock was deflating rapidly.
"Sorry," Draco muttered as he pulled out. "I can finish you with my hand," he offered.
Potter had turned to face him, sitting on his haunches with his flushed and angry cock pointing at Draco as if in accusation.
"I have a better idea," Potter replied. "Forget the hand job. I want you to suck me off."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Pansy
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, AU
Word Count: 1025
Written for: Birthday gift for clear_stream18, who requested a sequel to Anything But
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Draco receives another summons from Potter.
Despite the lack of sleep, Draco was sharp and alert at breakfast the following morning. He and Potter had shagged again before parting ways last night, and Draco was anxious to see how the other boy wished to proceed.
Would Potter dismiss it as a one-night stand? Would he suddenly act as though they were in a relationship? Boyfriends? Draco considered the implications. Would a relationship with Potter cause him to lose face in Slytherin, or would it elevate his position? Did he even want a relationship?
Draco recalled the thrill he'd experienced each time he had received a message from his anonymous admirer. It had seemed at the time that the other person wanted something more from Draco than just a one-off. However, now that Draco knew the mysterious person was none other than Potter, the dynamics had changed. Everyone knew Potter was barking mad. Anyone who would oppose the Dark Lord had to be.
As Draco puzzled things over, one of the school owls swooped over the table and dropped a message by his plate.
"Who is it, Draco?"
"None of your business, Pansy."
"Ah ha!" smirked Pansy. "So you do know who it is!"
"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't," Draco shrugged. "What I do know for sure is, it's none of your business."
Pansy sniffed and turned her back to him.
Relieved, Draco opened the message with eager hands.
Let's do it again. Tonight. Same time, same place.
~*~
It was Saturday. Draco didn't know if that made things better or worse. He almost thought it would have been preferable to attend classes today, as that would have helped keep his mind off his impending rendezvous with Potter later that night.
Draco spent the day pacing, trying to work on assignments, snapping at his Housemates, and ultimately wanking by mid-afternoon simply to relieve the pressure. Usually, Saturdays went by far too quickly for Draco, but today was lasting an eternity. He wasn't sure he'd survive until eleven.
~*~
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up."
Potter's answering grin was just shy of a smirk. "It's five minutes past. How long have you been waiting?"
"Long enough," Draco drawled. He wasn't about to let Potter know he'd been here on the Quidditch pitch since 10:20.
Potter hoisted his bag off his shoulder and removed a blanket. It was the same one they had shagged upon previously, and Draco's cock strained at his flies. Potter spread the blanket on the ground and tossed a bottle of lube onto it. Draco's cock grew harder. Potter drew his wand and flicked it about, and Draco heard him casting charms for privacy and warmth.
Potter knelt on the blanket and removed his glasses, placing them carefully in his bag. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it off over his head. "Are you going to get undressed, or do you want to watch this time?" he mocked.
Draco began unbuttoning his shirt. By the time he shrugged out of the garment and looked up, Potter was naked and drizzling lube over his fingers. Draco's eyes followed those fingers as Potter reached behind himself.
"If you're...ah...only going to take off half...mm...half your clothes, you should have...oh fuck...should've taken off your trousers."
Draco reached for his flies blindly, still watching Potter as the other boy prepared himself. Potter's hips undulated, and his cock twitched and leaked pre-come during his ministrations. Draco pushed his trousers and pants down in one motion, then sat back and tried to kick them off. He cursed when his shoes got in the way, and Draco had to take his eyes off of Potter in order to remove his shoes and strip off the remainder of his clothing.
"Are you ready?" Draco husked.
"Can't rush this," Potter moaned in response. "Damn, that feels good," he sighed, hips bucking in the air.
"Potter, I can't wait," Draco whined. The hot throb of blood in his cock was painful, and he gave himself an anxious squeeze.
"Do you want to wank or fuck?"
"Fuck, Potter," Draco gasped. It was just as much a plea as an answer. Why would he want to do anything else but shag when Potter was offering himself for the taking?
"Then wait." Even without his glasses on, Potter's eyes sharpened on Draco's face in a quelling glare.
It was at that moment that Draco realized he was completely under Potter's control. The fact might have been more daunting if Draco wasn't so bloody desperate to push his cock into the other boy. Draco was afraid he'd barely get inside of Potter's hot little hole before he embarrassed himself.
Finally, mercifully, Potter's hand reappeared. He turned his back to Draco and dropped to his fours, sending a sultry look back over one shoulder.
Draco all but pounced on him. He knelt behind Potter and thumbed his arse cheeks apart, exposing Potter's relaxed, glistening rim. "Merlin," Draco wheezed. He lined his cock up to that beckoning target and pushed his way inside with a grunt of satisfaction. Potter sucked in a sharp breath but made no complaint. Draco's fingers tightened on the other boy's hips, and he used his grip to pull Potter back each time he thrust forward.
Draco lasted longer than three strokes, but not by much. Too soon, he was crying out and shooting his load into Potter.
"Malfoy, you selfish twat," snarled Potter. He continued to hunch his hips back and forth, but Draco's cock was deflating rapidly.
"Sorry," Draco muttered as he pulled out. "I can finish you with my hand," he offered.
Potter had turned to face him, sitting on his haunches with his flushed and angry cock pointing at Draco as if in accusation.
"I have a better idea," Potter replied. "Forget the hand job. I want you to suck me off."