Partners' Clash of Wills
Title: Partners' Clash of Wills
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, fighting as foreplay
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 955
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for maschapluis, who wanted a sequel to A Willful Partner.
Summary: Draco learns he's been played.
In the end, Harry had been unable to admit his misdeeds to Malfoy. Not when his partner was close enough to throttle him, and Harry was unable to get away because they were sharing a sleeping bag. Therefore, the following morning found Harry once more wandering aimlessly through the Forest of Dean on the pretense of searching for evidence that Dresden had passed this way. As he wondered how best to extricate himself from the quandary he was in, Harry heard an enraged bellow from beyond the line of trees he was trudging through.
"POTTER!"
Harry cringed. With a resolute sigh, he marched to his doom. Harry encountered Malfoy at the midway point between their search sites. His partner's face was a study in righteous fury. Harry tried bluffing. "Is something amiss?" he asked.
"You!" spat Malfoy, pointing an accusatory finger. Harry was just grateful his partner wasn't pointing a wand at him. "You lying, treacherous, conniving-"
"All good qualities in a Slytherin, I hear," Harry interjected nervously.
Speech seemed to fail Malfoy. His mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, then he gave up on words entirely and launched himself at Harry.
Caught utterly flat-footed, Harry fell back on the ground with a grunt of pained surprise. He didn't have time to wonder what had possessed his poncy partner to physically assault him. Harry was forced to dodge a punch aimed at his head, but he couldn't avoid a bony knee to his ribs. Angry now, Harry began to fight back. He grappled with Malfoy and succeeded in rolling atop his partner. The two of them shouted profane insults at one another as they rolled across the forest floor, punching and kicking and crushing leaves and grass beneath them.
Harry managed to pin Malfoy under him, and one look at his partner's flushed face, tousled hair and dilated eyes sent a surge of desire through him. Harry bent his head and crushed his mouth to Malfoy's. Malfoy struggled for an instant before he began kissing Harry back. Their hands became involved in a different sort of battle as they fought to tear at one another's clothing.
Harry snogged Malfoy for all he was worth, barely pausing to drag air into his lungs before mashing their lips together again. He ground his hips between Malfoy's legs, frotting against his partner in an effort to relieve the ache in his groin. Malfoy arched up, joining in the rough intimacy. Harry growled in frustration when his partner wrenched his head away and tried to push Harry off of him.
"I can't come in my pants, Potter," Malfoy gasped.
"Are you still pretending you're a veela?" snarled Harry.
"I am a veela, you twat!" Malfoy exclaimed. "If you want to offer your arse up, fine. If not, get off of me."
Harry hesitated before realizing this may be his final chance to have sex with his sexy partner. He sat up and stripped out of his trousers and pants before straddling Malfoy and attacking his partner's trousers. Harry plunged a hand inside Malfoy's opened flies and drew forth his prize. He prepared himself with a spell and maneuvered into position. Harry sank down slowly, wincing as Malfoy's cock head pressed against his entrance and finally breached his ring of muscle.
Malfoy moaned and surged upward, impaling Harry with a powerful thrust.
Harry yelped, but he wasn't about to abort the mission. "Take it easy!" he bit out. Harry forced his taut muscles to relax until he was able to lower himself completely. He gave an experimental wiggle atop his partner.
"Ah, Potter," panted Malfoy. He pushed up impatiently, and Harry lurched into motion.
Harry began moving awkwardly up and down, out of sync with Malfoy at first. They finally established a working rhythm and were soon shagging enthusiastically on the ground. A small part of Harry's mind was grateful that Dresden had abandoned the forest. It would have been embarrassing had someone encountered them in their present circumstances.
Harry also had the passing thought that if he could bring Malfoy off first, he may yet get a final opportunity to shag his partner. Malfoy, however, had other ideas. He took Harry's bouncing cock in hand and stroked it as they shagged. Harry's head fell back while impassioned cries tumbled from his lips. His movements became more erratic as he rode Malfoy. All other thoughts were pushed aside in Harry's single-minded quest to achieve release. Malfoy was hot and thick inside of him, and his cock curved just so, brushing over Harry's prostate and driving him closer and closer to climax.
Harry came with a shout, spilling over Malfoy's fingers and further sullying his partner's torn and dirty uniform. Harry was still in the throes of orgasm when his world tilted and he abruptly found himself staring up at the canopy of trees.
Malfoy had taken over, rolling Harry beneath him so he could positively drill his cock into Harry's clenching channel. In no time at all, Malfoy was groaning in pleasure and spurting inside of Harry.
Calm returned to the forest as the two Aurors slumped together, quiet now but for their harsh breathing. Malfoy recovered first. Still embedded in Harry's trembling body, Malfoy raised himself and glared down at his partner. "You neglected to tell me our assignment ended two days ago," he said, voice clipped and angry.
Harry responded with a sheepish grin and a tiny squeeze of his muscles. "Can you blame me?"
Where There's a Will, There's a Bed
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, fighting as foreplay
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 955
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for maschapluis, who wanted a sequel to A Willful Partner.
Summary: Draco learns he's been played.
In the end, Harry had been unable to admit his misdeeds to Malfoy. Not when his partner was close enough to throttle him, and Harry was unable to get away because they were sharing a sleeping bag. Therefore, the following morning found Harry once more wandering aimlessly through the Forest of Dean on the pretense of searching for evidence that Dresden had passed this way. As he wondered how best to extricate himself from the quandary he was in, Harry heard an enraged bellow from beyond the line of trees he was trudging through.
"POTTER!"
Harry cringed. With a resolute sigh, he marched to his doom. Harry encountered Malfoy at the midway point between their search sites. His partner's face was a study in righteous fury. Harry tried bluffing. "Is something amiss?" he asked.
"You!" spat Malfoy, pointing an accusatory finger. Harry was just grateful his partner wasn't pointing a wand at him. "You lying, treacherous, conniving-"
"All good qualities in a Slytherin, I hear," Harry interjected nervously.
Speech seemed to fail Malfoy. His mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, then he gave up on words entirely and launched himself at Harry.
Caught utterly flat-footed, Harry fell back on the ground with a grunt of pained surprise. He didn't have time to wonder what had possessed his poncy partner to physically assault him. Harry was forced to dodge a punch aimed at his head, but he couldn't avoid a bony knee to his ribs. Angry now, Harry began to fight back. He grappled with Malfoy and succeeded in rolling atop his partner. The two of them shouted profane insults at one another as they rolled across the forest floor, punching and kicking and crushing leaves and grass beneath them.
Harry managed to pin Malfoy under him, and one look at his partner's flushed face, tousled hair and dilated eyes sent a surge of desire through him. Harry bent his head and crushed his mouth to Malfoy's. Malfoy struggled for an instant before he began kissing Harry back. Their hands became involved in a different sort of battle as they fought to tear at one another's clothing.
Harry snogged Malfoy for all he was worth, barely pausing to drag air into his lungs before mashing their lips together again. He ground his hips between Malfoy's legs, frotting against his partner in an effort to relieve the ache in his groin. Malfoy arched up, joining in the rough intimacy. Harry growled in frustration when his partner wrenched his head away and tried to push Harry off of him.
"I can't come in my pants, Potter," Malfoy gasped.
"Are you still pretending you're a veela?" snarled Harry.
"I am a veela, you twat!" Malfoy exclaimed. "If you want to offer your arse up, fine. If not, get off of me."
Harry hesitated before realizing this may be his final chance to have sex with his sexy partner. He sat up and stripped out of his trousers and pants before straddling Malfoy and attacking his partner's trousers. Harry plunged a hand inside Malfoy's opened flies and drew forth his prize. He prepared himself with a spell and maneuvered into position. Harry sank down slowly, wincing as Malfoy's cock head pressed against his entrance and finally breached his ring of muscle.
Malfoy moaned and surged upward, impaling Harry with a powerful thrust.
Harry yelped, but he wasn't about to abort the mission. "Take it easy!" he bit out. Harry forced his taut muscles to relax until he was able to lower himself completely. He gave an experimental wiggle atop his partner.
"Ah, Potter," panted Malfoy. He pushed up impatiently, and Harry lurched into motion.
Harry began moving awkwardly up and down, out of sync with Malfoy at first. They finally established a working rhythm and were soon shagging enthusiastically on the ground. A small part of Harry's mind was grateful that Dresden had abandoned the forest. It would have been embarrassing had someone encountered them in their present circumstances.
Harry also had the passing thought that if he could bring Malfoy off first, he may yet get a final opportunity to shag his partner. Malfoy, however, had other ideas. He took Harry's bouncing cock in hand and stroked it as they shagged. Harry's head fell back while impassioned cries tumbled from his lips. His movements became more erratic as he rode Malfoy. All other thoughts were pushed aside in Harry's single-minded quest to achieve release. Malfoy was hot and thick inside of him, and his cock curved just so, brushing over Harry's prostate and driving him closer and closer to climax.
Harry came with a shout, spilling over Malfoy's fingers and further sullying his partner's torn and dirty uniform. Harry was still in the throes of orgasm when his world tilted and he abruptly found himself staring up at the canopy of trees.
Malfoy had taken over, rolling Harry beneath him so he could positively drill his cock into Harry's clenching channel. In no time at all, Malfoy was groaning in pleasure and spurting inside of Harry.
Calm returned to the forest as the two Aurors slumped together, quiet now but for their harsh breathing. Malfoy recovered first. Still embedded in Harry's trembling body, Malfoy raised himself and glared down at his partner. "You neglected to tell me our assignment ended two days ago," he said, voice clipped and angry.
Harry responded with a sheepish grin and a tiny squeeze of his muscles. "Can you blame me?"
Where There's a Will, There's a Bed