Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #69; Birthday gift fic
It's already the first weekend of November, bringing a new drabble challenge.
In honor of all the eating most of us will doing and the dieting I should be doing instead, the prompt for this month's JMDC is FEAST OR FAMINE. You may use one word or the other, or the phrase. The use can be literal or figurative, as in "a feast for the senses". And, you may use variations such as "famished", etc.
Feel free to write or draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you wish. Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until Sunday, November 20, at 11:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me. Below is my entry for the month:
Title: Debauched Delight
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 735
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #69 - feast or famine
♦ Birthday gift for rainien, who requested craving
♦ This is a sequel to Desperate Delight
Summary: Draco surrenders to the delights Potter subjects him to.
Potter kept his word and returned to Draco's bedroom the following night. Draco was wearing only a dressing gown, having recently showered in preparation for returning to Club Purgatory to seek out the vampire. Draco's pulse hammered at Potter's appearance, and he cursed himself for a fool. He should not be craving what only Potter could provide, but Draco did. Damn it, he did.
"Going somewhere?" Potter murmured.
Draco got a glimpse of his fangs, and he went weak in the knees. "Not any longer," he said in reply.
"What do you wish to do instead?" asked Potter. The faint smirk on his face indicated he knew very well what Draco would rather do.
"You know what I want," said Draco, untying the sash at his waist and allowing the robe to fall open.
"Tell me," Potter insisted.
Draco's face flushed with heat. He was good at demanding what he wanted, but he had precious little experience asking for what he needed. "Fuck me," he whispered.
Potter dampened his lips with a slow stroke of his tongue. "Take off that garment and lie down," he commanded.
Draco obeyed immediately. He let his robe fall to his feet and climbed onto his large bed.
Potter undressed with slow precision, almost as if enjoying Draco's feverish arousal. For the first time, Draco was able to feast his eyes on Potter's nudity. Before, Potter had merely adjusted his clothing to take Draco. Potter joined Draco on the bed, and Draco spread his legs in wanton supplication.
"Eager, are you?" Potter taunted. He leaned close, and Draco offered up his throat.
Potter swiped his tongue over the flesh of Draco's neck as if tasting him. Draco reached up and grabbed hold of the pillow his head was resting on. It was either that or seize Potter by the hair, and he didn't think the vampire would appreciate it.
"Mm," Potter rumbled in approval. He rested one hand on the bed next to Draco and slid the other down Draco's body in a slow caress. Potter's fingers trailed past Draco's straining cock and traced the crease where his leg met his body. He raised his head and whispered a spell, and when his questing fingers reached the entrance to Draco's body, they were coated with lubricant.
Draco groaned and tilted his hips up, allowing the vampire access to him. He shivered in delicious anticipation as Potter rubbed his slick fingers over his rim. When those fingers pushed their way inside of him, Draco gasped and raised his knees. Potter's fingers worked in and out, teasing Draco's prostate with feather light brushes. Draco twisted, trying to get more contact against his sweet spot. Potter withdrew his fingers, damn his fangs, and Draco whined in complaint. When Potter's cock replaced his fingers, however, Draco let loose a low moan of ecstasy. His next vocalization was a shrill cry as the vampire's fangs pierced his throat.
Draco gave himself up to the incredible sensation of being possessed by Potter. The vampire feasted on Draco's blood and pounded into him with equal fervor. Draco arched to meet each swift stroke, and he finally put his hands in Potter's hair, anchoring the vampire to his throat and encouraging Potter to feed. The act of surrendering his blood and body was so intensely erotic that Draco climaxed in a rush. He cried out in pleasure, thrashing beneath Potter as his untouched prick pulsed between them.
Potter continued to lap at Draco's blood and thrust into his trembling body until he growled his release against Draco's neck. Draco felt Potter spurt inside of him, and he smiled in satisfaction. As long as the vampire found pleasure in his body, he would return to Draco.
Potter spent long moments panting atop Draco before he smoothed his fingers over the small wounds in Draco's throat to close them. Potter then eased out of Draco's body, causing them both to twitch at the slow slide of their wet flesh. When Potter rose from the bed, Draco simply lay there, savoring the sensation of having been delightfully debauched.
Potter dressed in silence before pausing to regard Draco once more. "I'll return when I have need of you," he said.
For Draco, it was enough, and he replied with, "I'll be waiting."
Dark Delight
In honor of all the eating most of us will doing and the dieting I should be doing instead, the prompt for this month's JMDC is FEAST OR FAMINE. You may use one word or the other, or the phrase. The use can be literal or figurative, as in "a feast for the senses". And, you may use variations such as "famished", etc.
Feel free to write or draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you wish. Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until Sunday, November 20, at 11:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me. Below is my entry for the month:
Title: Debauched Delight
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 735
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #69 - feast or famine
♦ Birthday gift for rainien, who requested craving
♦ This is a sequel to Desperate Delight
Summary: Draco surrenders to the delights Potter subjects him to.
Potter kept his word and returned to Draco's bedroom the following night. Draco was wearing only a dressing gown, having recently showered in preparation for returning to Club Purgatory to seek out the vampire. Draco's pulse hammered at Potter's appearance, and he cursed himself for a fool. He should not be craving what only Potter could provide, but Draco did. Damn it, he did.
"Going somewhere?" Potter murmured.
Draco got a glimpse of his fangs, and he went weak in the knees. "Not any longer," he said in reply.
"What do you wish to do instead?" asked Potter. The faint smirk on his face indicated he knew very well what Draco would rather do.
"You know what I want," said Draco, untying the sash at his waist and allowing the robe to fall open.
"Tell me," Potter insisted.
Draco's face flushed with heat. He was good at demanding what he wanted, but he had precious little experience asking for what he needed. "Fuck me," he whispered.
Potter dampened his lips with a slow stroke of his tongue. "Take off that garment and lie down," he commanded.
Draco obeyed immediately. He let his robe fall to his feet and climbed onto his large bed.
Potter undressed with slow precision, almost as if enjoying Draco's feverish arousal. For the first time, Draco was able to feast his eyes on Potter's nudity. Before, Potter had merely adjusted his clothing to take Draco. Potter joined Draco on the bed, and Draco spread his legs in wanton supplication.
"Eager, are you?" Potter taunted. He leaned close, and Draco offered up his throat.
Potter swiped his tongue over the flesh of Draco's neck as if tasting him. Draco reached up and grabbed hold of the pillow his head was resting on. It was either that or seize Potter by the hair, and he didn't think the vampire would appreciate it.
"Mm," Potter rumbled in approval. He rested one hand on the bed next to Draco and slid the other down Draco's body in a slow caress. Potter's fingers trailed past Draco's straining cock and traced the crease where his leg met his body. He raised his head and whispered a spell, and when his questing fingers reached the entrance to Draco's body, they were coated with lubricant.
Draco groaned and tilted his hips up, allowing the vampire access to him. He shivered in delicious anticipation as Potter rubbed his slick fingers over his rim. When those fingers pushed their way inside of him, Draco gasped and raised his knees. Potter's fingers worked in and out, teasing Draco's prostate with feather light brushes. Draco twisted, trying to get more contact against his sweet spot. Potter withdrew his fingers, damn his fangs, and Draco whined in complaint. When Potter's cock replaced his fingers, however, Draco let loose a low moan of ecstasy. His next vocalization was a shrill cry as the vampire's fangs pierced his throat.
Draco gave himself up to the incredible sensation of being possessed by Potter. The vampire feasted on Draco's blood and pounded into him with equal fervor. Draco arched to meet each swift stroke, and he finally put his hands in Potter's hair, anchoring the vampire to his throat and encouraging Potter to feed. The act of surrendering his blood and body was so intensely erotic that Draco climaxed in a rush. He cried out in pleasure, thrashing beneath Potter as his untouched prick pulsed between them.
Potter continued to lap at Draco's blood and thrust into his trembling body until he growled his release against Draco's neck. Draco felt Potter spurt inside of him, and he smiled in satisfaction. As long as the vampire found pleasure in his body, he would return to Draco.
Potter spent long moments panting atop Draco before he smoothed his fingers over the small wounds in Draco's throat to close them. Potter then eased out of Draco's body, causing them both to twitch at the slow slide of their wet flesh. When Potter rose from the bed, Draco simply lay there, savoring the sensation of having been delightfully debauched.
Potter dressed in silence before pausing to regard Draco once more. "I'll return when I have need of you," he said.
For Draco, it was enough, and he replied with, "I'll be waiting."
Dark Delight