A Different Sort of Itch
Title: A Different Sort of Itch
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: 875
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for alerya, in thanks for the Help Japan Vgift. The request was for more of Bent and Broken.
Summary: Harry must content himself with frequent visits from Draco.
Malfoy ended up making breakfast. He did a fair job of it, too. Harry saw Malfoy sneak bits of sausage to Max, but he refrained from scolding either of them. He found it amusing that Max had taken a liking to Malfoy. Max only protested when Harry and Malfoy shagged.
Harry pushed his empty plate back and sighed in pleasure. "That was surprisingly good, Malfoy," he said. "Thank you."
"I'm not completely incompetent in the kitchen, you know," said Malfoy. "I live alone and must fend for myself."
Harry bit his tongue to refrain from suggesting Malfoy move in with him again. When he had first brought the subject up, it hadn't gone over well. Instead, Harry made a different suggestion. "Why don't you get a pet?"
Malfoy quirked a brow. "A dog like Max, do you mean?"
"Any sort of pet," said Harry. "Perhaps a cat or a kneazle, since you're away for periods of time."
"I hadn't really considered it," Malfoy mused.
"Or, you could come visit Max more often," Harry said softly. "He, erm, he misses you."
Malfoy grinned at him. "Max misses me, does he?" he teased.
Harry's face heated. "I miss you, too," he admitted gruffly.
"You miss the sex, you mean."
Harry glanced up sharply. "No," he said. "I miss you."
"Potter, we've had this-"
"I know," sighed Harry. "I'm just putting it out there. You're more than welcome to live here, if you'd like."
Rather than argue, Malfoy simply nodded. "I need to get back home now," he said. "However, I'll be back soon. I wouldn't want Max to pine for me."
~*~
As promised, Malfoy returned within the week. Max bounded outside to greet him before Harry could. The dog's entire body wriggled in delight when Malfoy bent down to scratch Max's ears.
"I do believe I'm envious of my dog," drawled Harry.
Malfoy grinned up at him. "Would you like me to scratch your ears, too?"
"I have a different sort of itch that requires scratching," Harry said. He slid a palm over his own hip and allowed his fingers to trail near his bits.
Malfoy's eyes were drawn to Harry's groin, and he licked his lips. He stood upright and tugged his shirt over his head, allowing his large white wings to manifest.
The sight of those wings sent Harry's libido into high-gear. "Shall we take this inside, or do you want to shag in the garden again?" asked Harry.
"Inside, I think," said Malfoy. He folded his wings and followed Harry into the house.
Harry shooed Max back outside before leading the way to his magically-enlarged bedroom. He got undressed quickly and joined Malfoy on the bed. Malfoy stretched out on his stomach and flicked his wings out of the way. He wiggled his bum, much as Max had done earlier, and told Harry to hurry.
Harry grabbed the lubricant and prepared Malfoy with a minimum of fuss and foreplay. Malfoy tucked his knees under him and raised his arse, and Harry shuffled into position behind him. Harry guided himself on target and flexed his hips, sinking into Malfoy's welcoming heat. Malfoy's wings fluttered in reaction, and Harry reached forward to stroke one white pinion.
Malfoy hummed in approval and rolled his hips, encouraging Harry to slide in deeper. Harry did so, driving in until his groin was fitted snugly to Malfoy's arse. He paused to savor the sensation before pulling back and plunging in again. Malfoy's muscles tightened around Harry's cock, squeezing him each time he thrust inside. Malfoy extended his wings and fanned the air with them as they shagged.
Harry's gaze was riveted on the spectacle of the veela's feathers as they fluttered, and he found himself unconsciously thrusting in time to the beat of Malfoy's wings. As if sensing what Harry was doing, Malfoy sped up the movements of his wings. The speed of Harry's strokes increased, as well. Malfoy rocked back to meet each thrust, and the sound of their skin slapping together seemed loud in the bedroom. The noise was drowned out by Malfoy's vocalizations, which grew increasingly louder.
From out in the garden, Max began to howl.
Harry might have chuckled, but his breath was saved for groaning in pleasure each time he buried himself inside of Malfoy. Harry thrust deep and twisted his hips.
"Oh fuck, Potter, that's the spot," gasped Malfoy.
Harry strove to maintain that angle as he drove in again and again. Malfoy's wings rustled and then snapped out to their fullest extension as he climaxed. He keened in delight, adding his voice to the din of Max's howling.
Harry maintained the torrid pace of his thrusts until it was his turn to fairly howl in pleasure when he came. Malfoy's wings drooped as he relaxed, but they didn't retract until Harry withdrew from him. The two of them slumped to the bed with matching, sated groans.
Max continued to bark outside.
"Potter?"
"Hm?" Harry mustered.
"Let your daft dog in so he can see I wasn't killing you in here."
Neighborhood Veela
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: 875
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for alerya, in thanks for the Help Japan Vgift. The request was for more of Bent and Broken.
Summary: Harry must content himself with frequent visits from Draco.
Malfoy ended up making breakfast. He did a fair job of it, too. Harry saw Malfoy sneak bits of sausage to Max, but he refrained from scolding either of them. He found it amusing that Max had taken a liking to Malfoy. Max only protested when Harry and Malfoy shagged.
Harry pushed his empty plate back and sighed in pleasure. "That was surprisingly good, Malfoy," he said. "Thank you."
"I'm not completely incompetent in the kitchen, you know," said Malfoy. "I live alone and must fend for myself."
Harry bit his tongue to refrain from suggesting Malfoy move in with him again. When he had first brought the subject up, it hadn't gone over well. Instead, Harry made a different suggestion. "Why don't you get a pet?"
Malfoy quirked a brow. "A dog like Max, do you mean?"
"Any sort of pet," said Harry. "Perhaps a cat or a kneazle, since you're away for periods of time."
"I hadn't really considered it," Malfoy mused.
"Or, you could come visit Max more often," Harry said softly. "He, erm, he misses you."
Malfoy grinned at him. "Max misses me, does he?" he teased.
Harry's face heated. "I miss you, too," he admitted gruffly.
"You miss the sex, you mean."
Harry glanced up sharply. "No," he said. "I miss you."
"Potter, we've had this-"
"I know," sighed Harry. "I'm just putting it out there. You're more than welcome to live here, if you'd like."
Rather than argue, Malfoy simply nodded. "I need to get back home now," he said. "However, I'll be back soon. I wouldn't want Max to pine for me."
~*~
As promised, Malfoy returned within the week. Max bounded outside to greet him before Harry could. The dog's entire body wriggled in delight when Malfoy bent down to scratch Max's ears.
"I do believe I'm envious of my dog," drawled Harry.
Malfoy grinned up at him. "Would you like me to scratch your ears, too?"
"I have a different sort of itch that requires scratching," Harry said. He slid a palm over his own hip and allowed his fingers to trail near his bits.
Malfoy's eyes were drawn to Harry's groin, and he licked his lips. He stood upright and tugged his shirt over his head, allowing his large white wings to manifest.
The sight of those wings sent Harry's libido into high-gear. "Shall we take this inside, or do you want to shag in the garden again?" asked Harry.
"Inside, I think," said Malfoy. He folded his wings and followed Harry into the house.
Harry shooed Max back outside before leading the way to his magically-enlarged bedroom. He got undressed quickly and joined Malfoy on the bed. Malfoy stretched out on his stomach and flicked his wings out of the way. He wiggled his bum, much as Max had done earlier, and told Harry to hurry.
Harry grabbed the lubricant and prepared Malfoy with a minimum of fuss and foreplay. Malfoy tucked his knees under him and raised his arse, and Harry shuffled into position behind him. Harry guided himself on target and flexed his hips, sinking into Malfoy's welcoming heat. Malfoy's wings fluttered in reaction, and Harry reached forward to stroke one white pinion.
Malfoy hummed in approval and rolled his hips, encouraging Harry to slide in deeper. Harry did so, driving in until his groin was fitted snugly to Malfoy's arse. He paused to savor the sensation before pulling back and plunging in again. Malfoy's muscles tightened around Harry's cock, squeezing him each time he thrust inside. Malfoy extended his wings and fanned the air with them as they shagged.
Harry's gaze was riveted on the spectacle of the veela's feathers as they fluttered, and he found himself unconsciously thrusting in time to the beat of Malfoy's wings. As if sensing what Harry was doing, Malfoy sped up the movements of his wings. The speed of Harry's strokes increased, as well. Malfoy rocked back to meet each thrust, and the sound of their skin slapping together seemed loud in the bedroom. The noise was drowned out by Malfoy's vocalizations, which grew increasingly louder.
From out in the garden, Max began to howl.
Harry might have chuckled, but his breath was saved for groaning in pleasure each time he buried himself inside of Malfoy. Harry thrust deep and twisted his hips.
"Oh fuck, Potter, that's the spot," gasped Malfoy.
Harry strove to maintain that angle as he drove in again and again. Malfoy's wings rustled and then snapped out to their fullest extension as he climaxed. He keened in delight, adding his voice to the din of Max's howling.
Harry maintained the torrid pace of his thrusts until it was his turn to fairly howl in pleasure when he came. Malfoy's wings drooped as he relaxed, but they didn't retract until Harry withdrew from him. The two of them slumped to the bed with matching, sated groans.
Max continued to bark outside.
"Potter?"
"Hm?" Harry mustered.
"Let your daft dog in so he can see I wasn't killing you in here."
Neighborhood Veela