Debauched Display
Title: Debauched Display
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, exhibitionism. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Word count: 1275
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 jtsbbsps_dk, who asked for more of my Club Coquette verse.
Summary: Draco allows himself to be debauched in full view of the club.
Draco exited the lift with his lover, basking in the feel of the man's arm slung about his waist in a possessive manner. They were on their way to a semi-private room, in which the masked stranger had vowed to shag Draco up against the window, in full view of the patrons of Club Coquette. Draco was both anxious and excited. He'd uncovered a latent exhibitionist streak here at the club, so the prospect of having such visible sex was strangely arousing.
Draco's body still pulsed and ached from the sex they'd had earlier on the dance floor. His face heated at the memory of it. Draco never would have been able to behave so wantonly were it not for the mask he wore.
Once his lover ushered Draco into their room, he opened the curtains immediately to afford them a view of the club below. "Would you care for a drink?" he offered. When Draco murmured his assent, the stranger poured them each a brandy.
Draco stood at the window, sipping his drink, well aware that he was clearly visible to those in the club. He scanned the crowd of dancers, eyes lingering on couples whom he could tell were shagging on the floor, much as he had done not so long ago. Draco's arse spasmed in reaction, and he felt an almost overwhelming need to be intimately connected to his lover once more.
As if the man had read his mind, he stepped closer to Draco and asked, "Are you ready for me again, or would you prefer to wait?"
"I need you now," Draco replied. The stranger flashed him a quick, knowing smile, and Draco's thighs trembled in anticipation.
The man took Draco's glass from him and set both of them on a low table. He returned to Draco and untied the knotted ends of Draco's silk shirt with deliberate fingers. The shirt gaped open, exposing Draco's green corset. The strangers hands caressed Draco's arms upward. Once he reached Draco's shoulders, he pushed the shirt away, causing it to fall down Draco's arms.
Draco finished removing the garment himself and slung it carelessly on the bed. He shivered and moaned when his lover's hands settled at his waist and stroked slowly upward. The stranger rubbed Draco's nipples through the material of his corset, causing them to peak into tight buds.
"Look at you," murmured the stranger. "So responsive to my touch."
Draco swayed closer to him, eyes fluttering in delight. His cock tented the front of his skirt, and the brush of material against his sensitive flesh was exquisite torture.
The man's hands slid down Draco's body to caress his hips before snaking around to cup and squeeze his arse. One hand traveled upward, catching the tab of Draco's zip and drawing it slowly down. The stranger tugged on Draco's skirt, causing it to slip from his hips and pool at his feet. He then stepped back, allowing Draco to step out of the skirt.
Draco was left wearing his green corset, black fishnet stockings, garters and boots. His mask remained in place, disguising him from the stranger with whom he'd shared every intimacy.
The man's gaze swept up and down Draco's body, lingering on his erection. "You're magnificent, Cinderella," he said, voice husky with mounting desire. "Turn around and face the window, so that everyone may look upon your beauty."
Draco's heart hammered with excitement as he obeyed. He pivoted on the balls of his feet and stood in front of the window. As he looked out over the crowd, Draco was keenly aware that others were looking back at him, watching and waiting for him to be debauched for their voyeuristic pleasure. He heard his lover moving behind him in the room and felt the man's approach. The sound of the man's zip lowering electrified Draco's senses.
A hand in the middle of Draco's back urged him closer to the window. Draco halted mere inches from the glass.
"Brace your palms on the window," husked the voice in his ear.
Draco splayed his hands against the cool glass and shivered. His lover stepped up behind him, warming Draco with his heat and nearness. His hands gripped Draco's hips, and his thumbs parted Draco's arse cheeks.
"Are you ready, Cinderella?"
Unable to speak, Draco could only nod. He held his breath as his lover's cock probed between his buttocks, seeking his entrance. Draco exhaled on a groan as the sexy stranger flexed his hips forward, sinking deep into his sticky hole. There once was a time Draco would have refused to have sex twice in such a short span of time without refreshing himself first, but here in this club, with this man, he felt no such compunction. Here, he could be a shameless wanton who indulged in public sex with masked strangers.
The man continued pressing forward, working Draco open with his cock, until his groin was fitted snug to Draco's arse. "Open your eyes," he whispered, and Draco did. "Look out there at the club. Do you see them looking up at you? Does it turn you on, knowing that they are watching you getting fucked?"
"Yes," Draco gasped, undulating his hips and clenching his inner muscles around his lover's rigid length. He felt the man pull out almost completely before plunging in deep again, and Draco rose on his toes and keened.
"How beautiful you must look, Cinderella. I almost wish I was down there, watching you as you spread your legs and give yourself up to the delirium of being fucked by a stranger."
Draco moaned, and his fingers curled against the glass as if trying to sink into the surface for purchase. Behind him, his lover continued thrusting into Draco's willing body, and the delicious drag of his cock across Draco's prostate and rim was heating Draco's blood and causing soft, panting cries to fall from his lips. He arched back to meet each stroke, his movements smearing pre-come from the head of his prick on the window in front of him.
The stranger increased his tempo, driving deeper and harder into Draco on each thrust. Draco spread his feet farther apart for balance and braced himself against the window to accept the delicious pounding. His body gloried in this man's possession, arching and tingling and thrumming for him as Draco cried out in shameless pleasure.
A hot hand took Draco's cock in a firm grip and stroked his shaft almost roughly. It was all the additional stimulation Draco needed. He flung his head back and wailed, writhing there on his feet as his release spattered against the glass and trickled down in pearly rivulets. The hand on his softening prick fell away in favor of grasping Draco's hips and holding him steady as the stranger sought his own pleasure. He slammed into Draco with little regard for how tender Draco was, and Draco loved it. He quivered with aftershocks each time his lover prodded his sweet spot.
Draco heard a harsh groan from behind him and felt the hot pulses of his lover's ejaculate spurt inside of him. A moment later, the man's weight slumped against him, pressing Draco up against the window and smearing his come on the glass. Warm lips nibbled on Draco's nape, and his lover husked, "I never want to let you go."
Tantalizing Tableau
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, exhibitionism. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Word count: 1275
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 jtsbbsps_dk, who asked for more of my Club Coquette verse.
Summary: Draco allows himself to be debauched in full view of the club.
Draco exited the lift with his lover, basking in the feel of the man's arm slung about his waist in a possessive manner. They were on their way to a semi-private room, in which the masked stranger had vowed to shag Draco up against the window, in full view of the patrons of Club Coquette. Draco was both anxious and excited. He'd uncovered a latent exhibitionist streak here at the club, so the prospect of having such visible sex was strangely arousing.
Draco's body still pulsed and ached from the sex they'd had earlier on the dance floor. His face heated at the memory of it. Draco never would have been able to behave so wantonly were it not for the mask he wore.
Once his lover ushered Draco into their room, he opened the curtains immediately to afford them a view of the club below. "Would you care for a drink?" he offered. When Draco murmured his assent, the stranger poured them each a brandy.
Draco stood at the window, sipping his drink, well aware that he was clearly visible to those in the club. He scanned the crowd of dancers, eyes lingering on couples whom he could tell were shagging on the floor, much as he had done not so long ago. Draco's arse spasmed in reaction, and he felt an almost overwhelming need to be intimately connected to his lover once more.
As if the man had read his mind, he stepped closer to Draco and asked, "Are you ready for me again, or would you prefer to wait?"
"I need you now," Draco replied. The stranger flashed him a quick, knowing smile, and Draco's thighs trembled in anticipation.
The man took Draco's glass from him and set both of them on a low table. He returned to Draco and untied the knotted ends of Draco's silk shirt with deliberate fingers. The shirt gaped open, exposing Draco's green corset. The strangers hands caressed Draco's arms upward. Once he reached Draco's shoulders, he pushed the shirt away, causing it to fall down Draco's arms.
Draco finished removing the garment himself and slung it carelessly on the bed. He shivered and moaned when his lover's hands settled at his waist and stroked slowly upward. The stranger rubbed Draco's nipples through the material of his corset, causing them to peak into tight buds.
"Look at you," murmured the stranger. "So responsive to my touch."
Draco swayed closer to him, eyes fluttering in delight. His cock tented the front of his skirt, and the brush of material against his sensitive flesh was exquisite torture.
The man's hands slid down Draco's body to caress his hips before snaking around to cup and squeeze his arse. One hand traveled upward, catching the tab of Draco's zip and drawing it slowly down. The stranger tugged on Draco's skirt, causing it to slip from his hips and pool at his feet. He then stepped back, allowing Draco to step out of the skirt.
Draco was left wearing his green corset, black fishnet stockings, garters and boots. His mask remained in place, disguising him from the stranger with whom he'd shared every intimacy.
The man's gaze swept up and down Draco's body, lingering on his erection. "You're magnificent, Cinderella," he said, voice husky with mounting desire. "Turn around and face the window, so that everyone may look upon your beauty."
Draco's heart hammered with excitement as he obeyed. He pivoted on the balls of his feet and stood in front of the window. As he looked out over the crowd, Draco was keenly aware that others were looking back at him, watching and waiting for him to be debauched for their voyeuristic pleasure. He heard his lover moving behind him in the room and felt the man's approach. The sound of the man's zip lowering electrified Draco's senses.
A hand in the middle of Draco's back urged him closer to the window. Draco halted mere inches from the glass.
"Brace your palms on the window," husked the voice in his ear.
Draco splayed his hands against the cool glass and shivered. His lover stepped up behind him, warming Draco with his heat and nearness. His hands gripped Draco's hips, and his thumbs parted Draco's arse cheeks.
"Are you ready, Cinderella?"
Unable to speak, Draco could only nod. He held his breath as his lover's cock probed between his buttocks, seeking his entrance. Draco exhaled on a groan as the sexy stranger flexed his hips forward, sinking deep into his sticky hole. There once was a time Draco would have refused to have sex twice in such a short span of time without refreshing himself first, but here in this club, with this man, he felt no such compunction. Here, he could be a shameless wanton who indulged in public sex with masked strangers.
The man continued pressing forward, working Draco open with his cock, until his groin was fitted snug to Draco's arse. "Open your eyes," he whispered, and Draco did. "Look out there at the club. Do you see them looking up at you? Does it turn you on, knowing that they are watching you getting fucked?"
"Yes," Draco gasped, undulating his hips and clenching his inner muscles around his lover's rigid length. He felt the man pull out almost completely before plunging in deep again, and Draco rose on his toes and keened.
"How beautiful you must look, Cinderella. I almost wish I was down there, watching you as you spread your legs and give yourself up to the delirium of being fucked by a stranger."
Draco moaned, and his fingers curled against the glass as if trying to sink into the surface for purchase. Behind him, his lover continued thrusting into Draco's willing body, and the delicious drag of his cock across Draco's prostate and rim was heating Draco's blood and causing soft, panting cries to fall from his lips. He arched back to meet each stroke, his movements smearing pre-come from the head of his prick on the window in front of him.
The stranger increased his tempo, driving deeper and harder into Draco on each thrust. Draco spread his feet farther apart for balance and braced himself against the window to accept the delicious pounding. His body gloried in this man's possession, arching and tingling and thrumming for him as Draco cried out in shameless pleasure.
A hot hand took Draco's cock in a firm grip and stroked his shaft almost roughly. It was all the additional stimulation Draco needed. He flung his head back and wailed, writhing there on his feet as his release spattered against the glass and trickled down in pearly rivulets. The hand on his softening prick fell away in favor of grasping Draco's hips and holding him steady as the stranger sought his own pleasure. He slammed into Draco with little regard for how tender Draco was, and Draco loved it. He quivered with aftershocks each time his lover prodded his sweet spot.
Draco heard a harsh groan from behind him and felt the hot pulses of his lover's ejaculate spurt inside of him. A moment later, the man's weight slumped against him, pressing Draco up against the window and smearing his come on the glass. Warm lips nibbled on Draco's nape, and his lover husked, "I never want to let you go."
Tantalizing Tableau