Public Passion
Title: Public Passion
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1500
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: A birthday gift for lilyginny27, who asked for more of my Club Coquette verse.
Summary: Dancing and sex are one and the same.
Draco forced himself out of bed by mid-morning. Two energetic bouts of sex had left him sleepy and lethargic, and he was loath to get up. However, Draco had some shopping to do before he returned to Club Coquette.
~*~
Disguised by a glamour, Draco paid a visit to his favorite adult shop in Muggle London. There, he purchased half a dozen glass plugs in a variety of colors and shapes. The stranger he'd been cavorting with at the club had never returned any of the plugs he'd removed from Draco before fucking him. Draco quivered as he wondered what his lover had done with the other plugs.
Before he left the shop, Draco picked up a few more items.
~*~
Draco took his time getting ready that night. He bathed and smoothed lotion over his body before preparing himself with two lubed fingers. Once he was sufficiently slick, Draco selected an emerald green plug comprised of graduated bulbs that increased in size from the tip to the end. Once the plug was completely inserted. Draco put a finger in the small, protruding handle and twisted it. His cock, which had been steadily filling with blood, surged with sudden arousal.
Draco spelled his corset and the feathers in his mask to match the color of his plug. He trusted his lover would be able to recognize his costume, even though it would be a different color tonight.
Eschewing any underwear, Draco donned a garter belt and smoothed a pair of black, fishnet stockings up his legs and fastened them with the garters. He used his wand to cinch himself into his green corset, then shimmied into his short black skirt. Standing up straight, the hem of the skirt covered the tops of his stockings, but almost any move Draco made revealed glimpses of the garters and his bare skin. Satisfied with the effect, Draco shrugged into his black silk shirt and fitted his mask over his head.
Leaving his wand on the bureau, Draco stepped into the Floo and called out the name of Club Coquette.
~*~
Draco stepped into the gardens, having been stroked and petted all the way from the Floo to the door. He paused to draw in a deep breath of the fresh night air.
"Cinderella has a new wardrobe," rumbled a voice to his left.
Draco turned, pulse accelerating at the sight of the mysterious stranger. He stood still as the man walked a slow circle around him, inspecting the new outfit from all angles.
"I've a mind to toss you on the ground and take you here and now," murmured the stranger.
Draco shivered in stark arousal and licked his lips.
The man reached for Draco's hand and tugged him back toward the door. "Come," he said. "It's time you experienced the actual club."
Together, they made their way through the lobby in the direction of the dance floor. This time, no one molested Draco as he passed, although he could feel eyes on him as he moved through their midst. As they approached the doors to the club itself, two blokes in loin cloths opened the doors for them, allowing the blaring beat of the music to escape.
Once inside, Draco paused to get his bearings. His lover stood there silently, allowing Draco to take in the scene. The club was larger than Draco had realized. He had only glimpsed it last night from one of the private rooms above, and he had been more intent on his partner then. Music pounded out a steady beat, and multitudes of patrons danced on the main floor, bodies gyrating and undulating. Some of them were actively engaged in sex, drawing the attention of others nearby. Colored lights pulsed and strobed, adding to the anonymity of the masked and costumed dancers.
The music was too loud for conversation, but none was needed. Draco's lover tugged on his hand and led him onto the floor. Others shuffled aside to make room for them, and Draco went into his partner's arms and lost himself to the joy of dancing. The man's hands were warm on Draco's hips, guiding him in a sensuous rhythm as they moved together.
Draco pressed himself to his lover, letting the man feel how aroused he was and gratified to feel an answering hardness at the stranger's groin. Draco didn't pretend this was anything less than foreplay, and he rubbed himself against his lover in a blatant display of willingness.
The stranger grinned at Draco from behind his mask and pointed up with his chin. Draco raised his eyes and bit his lip. There were people in the rooms above the club. Some were merely watching the activity below, while others were putting on a show of their own. Draco and his lover would be doing that later, and his blood thrummed in anticipation.
Draco heard a shrill cry and turned his attention to the couple next to them. They were shagging, and Draco's body went taut with need. As if sensing his desire, his lover turned Draco in his arms and began frotting against his arse. Draco moaned and pressed back. The stranger's hands stroked his thighs, rising higher on each pass and raising Draco's skirt as he did so. When warm fingers caressed Draco's naked thighs, he moaned again and let his head fall back on his lover's sturdy shoulder.
One hand worked around the front of Draco's body, taking his prick and fisting it beneath the cover of Draco's skirt. Although it was obvious what they were doing, Draco was glad of the slight modesty his skirt provided. Draco thrust into his lover's hand, movements quickening as his climax neared. Abruptly, the hand was gone, and Draco groaned in frustration. He felt his lover chuckle in his ear.
"Relax, Cinderella."
Hands were petting Draco's thighs again before pushing him away slightly to smooth his skirt up and expose his bare arse. Roughened palms squeezed and kneaded Draco's buttocks before spreading them. One hand moved to the plug, and Draco mewled when the stranger pulled on the handle, sliding it in and out of his lubed hole.
Other dancers were watching, their eyes glinting with voyeuristic glee.
Finally, the plug was withdrawn completely. Draco's hole fluttered, aching to be filled again. He didn't hear his lover's zip lower, but Draco definitely felt it when the man's damp cock prodded him between his arse cheeks. Draco hadn't counted on having sex right here on the dance floor, but he was incapable of putting a halt to it. Instead, he braced his feet apart and pushed back, enabling his lover to penetrate him.
Draco's arms flailed; he needed something to hold onto. The stranger clamped an arm around Draco's waist and crooned in his ear, "I've got you, Cinderella."
Draco latched onto that sturdy forearm and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dance with me," said the man, and they began to undulate together.
Draco had always been aware of how akin to sex dancing was, but he'd never before danced while having sex. It was an incredible experience. Having a thick, hard cock inside of him as he swayed side to side while others looked on was unbelievably arousing. Draco thought he could come from that alone. Eventually, however, he needed more. Draco pressed his arse back and felt his lover grunt behind him. The man's cock withdrew partially and slid back in.
"Yes," hissed Draco, swinging his hips in a plea for more. The rhythm of sex usurped the rhythm of dancing until Draco was standing with his legs braced to take the pounding thrusts of his lover's cock. His skirt had been raised to his waist, exposing their coupling as well as Draco's own neglected erection. He took himself in hand and tugged frantically at his swollen, aching flesh. When he came, Draco cupped his hand over his prick and spurted into his fingers.
As Draco slumped, the arm around his middle tightened and held him in place. Draco trembled with the aftereffects of his pleasure as his lover continued pumping into him. An instant later, he stiffened and filled Draco with his release.
It took Draco a moment to realize that he and his partner were swaying in a semblance of dancing again. The man's cock was slowly softening and receding, and when it finally slipped free, Draco's skirt dropped into place. Draco turned and burrowed into his lover's arms. His body was suffused with a pleasant ache, and not even the semen dribbling from his hole could ruin the mood.
Draco felt another chuckle rumble in the man's chest, and a finger tipped his chin up. "Let's go, Cinderella," said the stranger. "I've secured a room for us."
Artwork: Public Passions by anokaba
Debauched Display
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1500
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: A birthday gift for lilyginny27, who asked for more of my Club Coquette verse.
Summary: Dancing and sex are one and the same.
Draco forced himself out of bed by mid-morning. Two energetic bouts of sex had left him sleepy and lethargic, and he was loath to get up. However, Draco had some shopping to do before he returned to Club Coquette.
~*~
Disguised by a glamour, Draco paid a visit to his favorite adult shop in Muggle London. There, he purchased half a dozen glass plugs in a variety of colors and shapes. The stranger he'd been cavorting with at the club had never returned any of the plugs he'd removed from Draco before fucking him. Draco quivered as he wondered what his lover had done with the other plugs.
Before he left the shop, Draco picked up a few more items.
~*~
Draco took his time getting ready that night. He bathed and smoothed lotion over his body before preparing himself with two lubed fingers. Once he was sufficiently slick, Draco selected an emerald green plug comprised of graduated bulbs that increased in size from the tip to the end. Once the plug was completely inserted. Draco put a finger in the small, protruding handle and twisted it. His cock, which had been steadily filling with blood, surged with sudden arousal.
Draco spelled his corset and the feathers in his mask to match the color of his plug. He trusted his lover would be able to recognize his costume, even though it would be a different color tonight.
Eschewing any underwear, Draco donned a garter belt and smoothed a pair of black, fishnet stockings up his legs and fastened them with the garters. He used his wand to cinch himself into his green corset, then shimmied into his short black skirt. Standing up straight, the hem of the skirt covered the tops of his stockings, but almost any move Draco made revealed glimpses of the garters and his bare skin. Satisfied with the effect, Draco shrugged into his black silk shirt and fitted his mask over his head.
Leaving his wand on the bureau, Draco stepped into the Floo and called out the name of Club Coquette.
~*~
Draco stepped into the gardens, having been stroked and petted all the way from the Floo to the door. He paused to draw in a deep breath of the fresh night air.
"Cinderella has a new wardrobe," rumbled a voice to his left.
Draco turned, pulse accelerating at the sight of the mysterious stranger. He stood still as the man walked a slow circle around him, inspecting the new outfit from all angles.
"I've a mind to toss you on the ground and take you here and now," murmured the stranger.
Draco shivered in stark arousal and licked his lips.
The man reached for Draco's hand and tugged him back toward the door. "Come," he said. "It's time you experienced the actual club."
Together, they made their way through the lobby in the direction of the dance floor. This time, no one molested Draco as he passed, although he could feel eyes on him as he moved through their midst. As they approached the doors to the club itself, two blokes in loin cloths opened the doors for them, allowing the blaring beat of the music to escape.
Once inside, Draco paused to get his bearings. His lover stood there silently, allowing Draco to take in the scene. The club was larger than Draco had realized. He had only glimpsed it last night from one of the private rooms above, and he had been more intent on his partner then. Music pounded out a steady beat, and multitudes of patrons danced on the main floor, bodies gyrating and undulating. Some of them were actively engaged in sex, drawing the attention of others nearby. Colored lights pulsed and strobed, adding to the anonymity of the masked and costumed dancers.
The music was too loud for conversation, but none was needed. Draco's lover tugged on his hand and led him onto the floor. Others shuffled aside to make room for them, and Draco went into his partner's arms and lost himself to the joy of dancing. The man's hands were warm on Draco's hips, guiding him in a sensuous rhythm as they moved together.
Draco pressed himself to his lover, letting the man feel how aroused he was and gratified to feel an answering hardness at the stranger's groin. Draco didn't pretend this was anything less than foreplay, and he rubbed himself against his lover in a blatant display of willingness.
The stranger grinned at Draco from behind his mask and pointed up with his chin. Draco raised his eyes and bit his lip. There were people in the rooms above the club. Some were merely watching the activity below, while others were putting on a show of their own. Draco and his lover would be doing that later, and his blood thrummed in anticipation.
Draco heard a shrill cry and turned his attention to the couple next to them. They were shagging, and Draco's body went taut with need. As if sensing his desire, his lover turned Draco in his arms and began frotting against his arse. Draco moaned and pressed back. The stranger's hands stroked his thighs, rising higher on each pass and raising Draco's skirt as he did so. When warm fingers caressed Draco's naked thighs, he moaned again and let his head fall back on his lover's sturdy shoulder.
One hand worked around the front of Draco's body, taking his prick and fisting it beneath the cover of Draco's skirt. Although it was obvious what they were doing, Draco was glad of the slight modesty his skirt provided. Draco thrust into his lover's hand, movements quickening as his climax neared. Abruptly, the hand was gone, and Draco groaned in frustration. He felt his lover chuckle in his ear.
"Relax, Cinderella."
Hands were petting Draco's thighs again before pushing him away slightly to smooth his skirt up and expose his bare arse. Roughened palms squeezed and kneaded Draco's buttocks before spreading them. One hand moved to the plug, and Draco mewled when the stranger pulled on the handle, sliding it in and out of his lubed hole.
Other dancers were watching, their eyes glinting with voyeuristic glee.
Finally, the plug was withdrawn completely. Draco's hole fluttered, aching to be filled again. He didn't hear his lover's zip lower, but Draco definitely felt it when the man's damp cock prodded him between his arse cheeks. Draco hadn't counted on having sex right here on the dance floor, but he was incapable of putting a halt to it. Instead, he braced his feet apart and pushed back, enabling his lover to penetrate him.
Draco's arms flailed; he needed something to hold onto. The stranger clamped an arm around Draco's waist and crooned in his ear, "I've got you, Cinderella."
Draco latched onto that sturdy forearm and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dance with me," said the man, and they began to undulate together.
Draco had always been aware of how akin to sex dancing was, but he'd never before danced while having sex. It was an incredible experience. Having a thick, hard cock inside of him as he swayed side to side while others looked on was unbelievably arousing. Draco thought he could come from that alone. Eventually, however, he needed more. Draco pressed his arse back and felt his lover grunt behind him. The man's cock withdrew partially and slid back in.
"Yes," hissed Draco, swinging his hips in a plea for more. The rhythm of sex usurped the rhythm of dancing until Draco was standing with his legs braced to take the pounding thrusts of his lover's cock. His skirt had been raised to his waist, exposing their coupling as well as Draco's own neglected erection. He took himself in hand and tugged frantically at his swollen, aching flesh. When he came, Draco cupped his hand over his prick and spurted into his fingers.
As Draco slumped, the arm around his middle tightened and held him in place. Draco trembled with the aftereffects of his pleasure as his lover continued pumping into him. An instant later, he stiffened and filled Draco with his release.
It took Draco a moment to realize that he and his partner were swaying in a semblance of dancing again. The man's cock was slowly softening and receding, and when it finally slipped free, Draco's skirt dropped into place. Draco turned and burrowed into his lover's arms. His body was suffused with a pleasant ache, and not even the semen dribbling from his hole could ruin the mood.
Draco felt another chuckle rumble in the man's chest, and a finger tipped his chin up. "Let's go, Cinderella," said the stranger. "I've secured a room for us."
Artwork: Public Passions by anokaba
Debauched Display