WildSide 7
Title: WildSide 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1125
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
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 squcirclecircle, who asked for more of WildSide.
Summary: Harry is caught by a dragon.
Draco awoke to the sensation of a teasing touch inside of him. The tail of his dragon tattoo, which magically extended down the cleft of his arse and beyond, was wriggling in delight. And, no wonder. Potter's lips were brushing against the skin of Draco's lower back as he whispered sibilant, sinful sounds in Parseltongue to the sentient dragon.
"I knew it," Draco muttered in a grouchy tone, even as he shivered in pleasure. "You're seducing my dragon."
Potter chuckled, and his lips pressed a firm kiss to the small of Draco's back. The dragon's wings fluttered in reaction, and it was Draco's turn to squirm. "I've done no such thing," Potter denied. "I was merely complimenting your dragon on his fierce beauty."
"No wonder it thinks you're a keeper," Draco groused, frotting his swelling cock against the smooth sheets. He frowned. Something was off. Draco raised his head and blinked. "Where am I?"
"My bedroom," said Potter. "Don't you recognize it?"
Draco had been here once before, but he'd left in a hurry the following morning. "It looks the same as every other bloke's bedroom I've been in," he snarked. "Ouch!" Draco turned to scowl at Potter over his shoulder and rubbed his stinging arse cheek.
Without a word, Potter nudged Draco's hand aside and placed a light kiss to the buttock he had slapped. "All better?" he teased.
"A rim job would be better," mumbled Draco, burying his face in the pillow and rubbing his erection against the sheets again. He yipped in surprise when Potter abruptly parted his arse cheeks and laved Draco's rim with his tongue. The dragon writhed on his back, its tail flickering inside of Draco and pushing him beyond reason. Draco squirmed and panted and frotted, and when Potter's tongue stabbed its way past his unresisting flesh to lick his inner walls, Draco climaxed with a harsh cry of passion. He trembled in the aftermath, aware of the sound of Potter slathering lube over his shaft. Strong hands gripped Draco's hips and drew him up, and the blunt tip of Potter's cock pressed at his entrance before pushing forward and penetrating him. Draco gasped, and his spent penis twitched and expelled another dribble of semen.
Potter drove in hard, hilting himself in only a couple strokes. Draco welcomed the stretch of his rim, the fullness inside of him, and the pleasant burn associated with penetrative sex. He felt the tail of his tattoo flitting and lashing about, which added to the overall experience. Behind him, Potter groaned and twisted his hips, as if seeking to impale Draco even further. He pulled back and plunged in again, repeating the motion and fucking Draco with merciless intent.
Draco twisted the sheets in his fingers and spread his knees wider for balance as Potter rode him hard. The hand grasping his right hip slid upward and caressed Draco's lower back in a petting motion. The dragon squirmed at the touch, clearly pleased at the attention Potter was lavishing on it.
Just as it began to verge on too much for Draco, he felt Potter jab in deep and jerk inside of him. Potter's ejaculate filled Draco in hot pulses before he slumped over Draco's back. "Too heavy," complained Draco. Potter grumbled and wrapped an arm around Draco before rolling them to their sides, where they lay spooned together with their bodies still locked intimately.
Draco heaved a sigh when he realized Potter's cock was not slipping out of him. "What's wrong, Potter?" he jeered. "Dragon got your cock?"
"Yes, Malfoy," Potter huffed. "A dragon has my cock."
Draco got the distinct impression that Potter wasn't only referring to his tattoo. The knowledge both pleased and dismayed him. While it was exciting to think he had Harry Potter panting and lusting after him alone, Draco wasn't one for relationships. In fact, until Potter came along and disrupted his life, Draco was quite content to engage in one meaningless one-off after another.
"It's your own fault for seducing my dragon," Draco said, feeling churlish.
"I did not seduce your dragon," Potter insisted. "Why do you keep saying that?"
"It never reacted to anyone the way it does to you."
"Yeah? I can't help it your tattoo knows you're getting the best sex of your life."
"You arrogant arsehole" spat Draco, sneering at Potter over his shoulder. It was difficult trying to carry on an argument with someone whose cock was embedded in his arse. "I've had better than you. You're just the first one who's spoken Parseltongue to that damned dragon and sent it into a tizzy!"
"Isn't your tattoo meant to enhance your sexual experiences?" Potter asked.
"That's the point, Potter. It's meant to enhance my sexual experience, not yours!"
"It's not my fault your dragon likes me." Potter sounded entirely too smug.
"It is, too, your fault!" Draco shouted. "That's what I've been trying to say. If you hadn't spoken to it and...and petted it, and...Potter, what are you doing?"
"Petting you."
"Stop that," Draco complained, trying to squirm away. Potter's arm tightened around him from below, while his other hand continued to stroke Draco's naked hip and thigh.
"Don't you like it?"
"N-nooo..."
"Liar," Potter breathed in Draco's ear. His cock swelled inside of Draco once more, and his hand feathered over Draco's hip and abdomen to tease and tug at Draco's own burgeoning penis. Draco's prostate was assaulted by a firm press of his dragon's tail, and his hips jolted as a result.
Potter grabbed Draco's right thigh and drew it back, over his own leg, as he shifted almost beneath Draco. The movement opened Draco wide and left him half lying atop Potter, draped across him with his back to Potter's chest. Draco's left leg was still on the bed, and he used his heel for leverage as he began rocking in small motions, fucking himself on Potter's rigid cock.
"Isn't this better than bickering?" murmured Potter. He and Draco reached for Draco's prick at the same time, and their fingers closed over the stiffened column of flesh and began sliding up and down.
Draco moaned and moved his right leg, spreading himself further and surrendering to the pleasures of sex. The dragon tattoo fluttered across his skin, obviously delighted, but Draco couldn't muster the energy to be vexed with it. For now, Draco stroked himself in tandem with Potter and welcomed the stretch of Potter's cock inside of him.
There would be time enough later to deal with his rebellious dragon.
WildSide 8
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1125
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
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 squcirclecircle, who asked for more of WildSide.
Summary: Harry is caught by a dragon.
Draco awoke to the sensation of a teasing touch inside of him. The tail of his dragon tattoo, which magically extended down the cleft of his arse and beyond, was wriggling in delight. And, no wonder. Potter's lips were brushing against the skin of Draco's lower back as he whispered sibilant, sinful sounds in Parseltongue to the sentient dragon.
"I knew it," Draco muttered in a grouchy tone, even as he shivered in pleasure. "You're seducing my dragon."
Potter chuckled, and his lips pressed a firm kiss to the small of Draco's back. The dragon's wings fluttered in reaction, and it was Draco's turn to squirm. "I've done no such thing," Potter denied. "I was merely complimenting your dragon on his fierce beauty."
"No wonder it thinks you're a keeper," Draco groused, frotting his swelling cock against the smooth sheets. He frowned. Something was off. Draco raised his head and blinked. "Where am I?"
"My bedroom," said Potter. "Don't you recognize it?"
Draco had been here once before, but he'd left in a hurry the following morning. "It looks the same as every other bloke's bedroom I've been in," he snarked. "Ouch!" Draco turned to scowl at Potter over his shoulder and rubbed his stinging arse cheek.
Without a word, Potter nudged Draco's hand aside and placed a light kiss to the buttock he had slapped. "All better?" he teased.
"A rim job would be better," mumbled Draco, burying his face in the pillow and rubbing his erection against the sheets again. He yipped in surprise when Potter abruptly parted his arse cheeks and laved Draco's rim with his tongue. The dragon writhed on his back, its tail flickering inside of Draco and pushing him beyond reason. Draco squirmed and panted and frotted, and when Potter's tongue stabbed its way past his unresisting flesh to lick his inner walls, Draco climaxed with a harsh cry of passion. He trembled in the aftermath, aware of the sound of Potter slathering lube over his shaft. Strong hands gripped Draco's hips and drew him up, and the blunt tip of Potter's cock pressed at his entrance before pushing forward and penetrating him. Draco gasped, and his spent penis twitched and expelled another dribble of semen.
Potter drove in hard, hilting himself in only a couple strokes. Draco welcomed the stretch of his rim, the fullness inside of him, and the pleasant burn associated with penetrative sex. He felt the tail of his tattoo flitting and lashing about, which added to the overall experience. Behind him, Potter groaned and twisted his hips, as if seeking to impale Draco even further. He pulled back and plunged in again, repeating the motion and fucking Draco with merciless intent.
Draco twisted the sheets in his fingers and spread his knees wider for balance as Potter rode him hard. The hand grasping his right hip slid upward and caressed Draco's lower back in a petting motion. The dragon squirmed at the touch, clearly pleased at the attention Potter was lavishing on it.
Just as it began to verge on too much for Draco, he felt Potter jab in deep and jerk inside of him. Potter's ejaculate filled Draco in hot pulses before he slumped over Draco's back. "Too heavy," complained Draco. Potter grumbled and wrapped an arm around Draco before rolling them to their sides, where they lay spooned together with their bodies still locked intimately.
Draco heaved a sigh when he realized Potter's cock was not slipping out of him. "What's wrong, Potter?" he jeered. "Dragon got your cock?"
"Yes, Malfoy," Potter huffed. "A dragon has my cock."
Draco got the distinct impression that Potter wasn't only referring to his tattoo. The knowledge both pleased and dismayed him. While it was exciting to think he had Harry Potter panting and lusting after him alone, Draco wasn't one for relationships. In fact, until Potter came along and disrupted his life, Draco was quite content to engage in one meaningless one-off after another.
"It's your own fault for seducing my dragon," Draco said, feeling churlish.
"I did not seduce your dragon," Potter insisted. "Why do you keep saying that?"
"It never reacted to anyone the way it does to you."
"Yeah? I can't help it your tattoo knows you're getting the best sex of your life."
"You arrogant arsehole" spat Draco, sneering at Potter over his shoulder. It was difficult trying to carry on an argument with someone whose cock was embedded in his arse. "I've had better than you. You're just the first one who's spoken Parseltongue to that damned dragon and sent it into a tizzy!"
"Isn't your tattoo meant to enhance your sexual experiences?" Potter asked.
"That's the point, Potter. It's meant to enhance my sexual experience, not yours!"
"It's not my fault your dragon likes me." Potter sounded entirely too smug.
"It is, too, your fault!" Draco shouted. "That's what I've been trying to say. If you hadn't spoken to it and...and petted it, and...Potter, what are you doing?"
"Petting you."
"Stop that," Draco complained, trying to squirm away. Potter's arm tightened around him from below, while his other hand continued to stroke Draco's naked hip and thigh.
"Don't you like it?"
"N-nooo..."
"Liar," Potter breathed in Draco's ear. His cock swelled inside of Draco once more, and his hand feathered over Draco's hip and abdomen to tease and tug at Draco's own burgeoning penis. Draco's prostate was assaulted by a firm press of his dragon's tail, and his hips jolted as a result.
Potter grabbed Draco's right thigh and drew it back, over his own leg, as he shifted almost beneath Draco. The movement opened Draco wide and left him half lying atop Potter, draped across him with his back to Potter's chest. Draco's left leg was still on the bed, and he used his heel for leverage as he began rocking in small motions, fucking himself on Potter's rigid cock.
"Isn't this better than bickering?" murmured Potter. He and Draco reached for Draco's prick at the same time, and their fingers closed over the stiffened column of flesh and began sliding up and down.
Draco moaned and moved his right leg, spreading himself further and surrendering to the pleasures of sex. The dragon tattoo fluttered across his skin, obviously delighted, but Draco couldn't muster the energy to be vexed with it. For now, Draco stroked himself in tandem with Potter and welcomed the stretch of Potter's cock inside of him.
There would be time enough later to deal with his rebellious dragon.
WildSide 8