Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #96; Porn Sunday
Groundhog Day! It's also Super Bowl Sunday, which means it's Porn Sunday, too. Woot! And, because it's the first weekend of February, today is JMDC day. Double woot!
This month, the prompt is bet/wager. Seems appropriate for the big game, yeah? *grins* You may use the word(s) in any form or simply convey the meaning. Write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc., and combine it with other prompts, if you like.
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 February 28, at 10:00pm 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 this month:
Title: Beck and Call
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Oral
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #96 - bet/wager
♦ Gift for JMDC #95 winner dracogotgame, whose prompt was Harry wins a bet, and Draco is his slave for the day
♦ Porn Sunday, hosted by torino10154
Summary: Draco lost a bet, and now he's at Potter's beck and call. All day long.
"I beg your pardon?" Draco sneered.
"You heard me," said Potter. "You lost the bet, and I get to claim what I want as a prize. You are going to be at my beck and call for an entire day, and you will serve me in whatever capacity I desire."
Draco's traitorous prick flexed in his pants at the innuendo in Potter's words. Draco would rather eat slugs than service Potter.
"Here's my Floo address," said Potter, conjuring a scrap of paper and thrusting it at Draco. "I'll expect you at 10:00 tomorrow morning."
"And if I refuse?"
Potter smirked at Draco. "Should you refuse, I'll contact the Daily Prophet and tell them that Draco Malfoy welshes on his bets."
~*~
Draco stepped out of Potter's Floo at precisely 10:02 in the morning. It was a small rebellion, but it made him feel more in control of the situation.
"You're late," Potter rumbled.
Draco's cock gave another embarrassing twitch. It liked Potter's growly voice. Draco, however, despised being spoken to in that tone of voice. "What are you going to do about it?" he snarked.
"The question is, what are you going to do to make it up to me?" drawled Potter.
"You tell me," said Draco. "I'm at your beck and call, as you so succinctly put it."
Potter gave Draco another of his infuriating smirks. "Get over here and suck my cock," he demanded.
"Sorry?!"
Potter had the cheek to laugh. "You heard me, Malfoy," he said. "Let's see what else you can do with that mouth besides complain." As he spoke, Potter stroked his fingers over the bulge at the front of his jeans.
Draco's mouth watered, but his eyes flashed with outrage. "I won't do it."
"You'll do it, Malfoy," Potter said, voice gone all growly again.
Draco's cock surged in appreciation.
"You'll do it, and you'll enjoy it," Potter continued. "If you had won the bet, you would have insisted I suck your cock, and don't try to deny it."
Draco admitted to himself that Potter had a point. If it was a blow job Potter wanted, Draco would give him the best damned blow job of his life. That would shut the arsehole up.
Draco squared his shoulders and strode over to Potter. He dropped to his knees before the sodding hero and undid Potter's jeans with ruthless efficiency. Draco reached inside the opened flies and withdrew Potter's cock. Potter's erection was more impressive than Draco would have given him credit for.
Draco brought the tip of Potter's cock to his lips and gave it a lick. He heard Potter's sharply indrawn breath and allowed himself a small smirk. Draco swirled his tongue around the head of Potter's prick before pressing into the leaking slit.
Potter groaned and clenched his hands into fists at his sides.
Encouraged, Draco closed his mouth over the tip of Potter's cock and sucked.
"Fucking hell," gasped Potter, twitching his hips forward.
Draco placed one hand on Potter's hip and pressed him back against the sofa he'd been leaning on so nonchalantly. Just because he'd been ordered to suck the hero's cock didn't mean Draco couldn't do it his own way. Now that Draco had Potter at his mercy, he took his time taking Potter's length in. Draco's head moved forward, paused as he sucked and licked, then moved forward again.
Finally, Draco's nose was pressed to the dark curls at Potter's groin, while Potter's cock throbbed on his tongue and in his throat. Draco's head bobbled back and forth as he serviced Potter.
Potter was appreciating Draco's efforts, if his gasps and groans were anything to go by. Draco didn't expect Potter to warn him when he was about to come, so it was no surprise when Potter moaned and pulsed inside of Draco's mouth.
Draco swallowed and continued laving Potter's softening prick with his tongue until Potter pushed him away.
"Enough," Potter muttered, raking an unsteady hand through his hair.
Draco was pleased with his performance. He'd have Potter eating out of his hand by the time his twenty-four hours were up. Draco stood up and wiped a hand over his mouth. "Is there anything else you want me to do?" he rasped, knowing full well that Potter wouldn't be up for any more sexual activity for quite some time.
Potter nodded as he tucked his limp prick into his jeans and zipped up. "Yeah," he said. "I want you to scrub my floors."
Beck and Call 2
This month, the prompt is bet/wager. Seems appropriate for the big game, yeah? *grins* You may use the word(s) in any form or simply convey the meaning. Write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc., and combine it with other prompts, if you like.
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 February 28, at 10:00pm 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 this month:
Title: Beck and Call
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Oral
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #96 - bet/wager
♦ Gift for JMDC #95 winner dracogotgame, whose prompt was Harry wins a bet, and Draco is his slave for the day
♦ Porn Sunday, hosted by torino10154
Summary: Draco lost a bet, and now he's at Potter's beck and call. All day long.
"I beg your pardon?" Draco sneered.
"You heard me," said Potter. "You lost the bet, and I get to claim what I want as a prize. You are going to be at my beck and call for an entire day, and you will serve me in whatever capacity I desire."
Draco's traitorous prick flexed in his pants at the innuendo in Potter's words. Draco would rather eat slugs than service Potter.
"Here's my Floo address," said Potter, conjuring a scrap of paper and thrusting it at Draco. "I'll expect you at 10:00 tomorrow morning."
"And if I refuse?"
Potter smirked at Draco. "Should you refuse, I'll contact the Daily Prophet and tell them that Draco Malfoy welshes on his bets."
~*~
Draco stepped out of Potter's Floo at precisely 10:02 in the morning. It was a small rebellion, but it made him feel more in control of the situation.
"You're late," Potter rumbled.
Draco's cock gave another embarrassing twitch. It liked Potter's growly voice. Draco, however, despised being spoken to in that tone of voice. "What are you going to do about it?" he snarked.
"The question is, what are you going to do to make it up to me?" drawled Potter.
"You tell me," said Draco. "I'm at your beck and call, as you so succinctly put it."
Potter gave Draco another of his infuriating smirks. "Get over here and suck my cock," he demanded.
"Sorry?!"
Potter had the cheek to laugh. "You heard me, Malfoy," he said. "Let's see what else you can do with that mouth besides complain." As he spoke, Potter stroked his fingers over the bulge at the front of his jeans.
Draco's mouth watered, but his eyes flashed with outrage. "I won't do it."
"You'll do it, Malfoy," Potter said, voice gone all growly again.
Draco's cock surged in appreciation.
"You'll do it, and you'll enjoy it," Potter continued. "If you had won the bet, you would have insisted I suck your cock, and don't try to deny it."
Draco admitted to himself that Potter had a point. If it was a blow job Potter wanted, Draco would give him the best damned blow job of his life. That would shut the arsehole up.
Draco squared his shoulders and strode over to Potter. He dropped to his knees before the sodding hero and undid Potter's jeans with ruthless efficiency. Draco reached inside the opened flies and withdrew Potter's cock. Potter's erection was more impressive than Draco would have given him credit for.
Draco brought the tip of Potter's cock to his lips and gave it a lick. He heard Potter's sharply indrawn breath and allowed himself a small smirk. Draco swirled his tongue around the head of Potter's prick before pressing into the leaking slit.
Potter groaned and clenched his hands into fists at his sides.
Encouraged, Draco closed his mouth over the tip of Potter's cock and sucked.
"Fucking hell," gasped Potter, twitching his hips forward.
Draco placed one hand on Potter's hip and pressed him back against the sofa he'd been leaning on so nonchalantly. Just because he'd been ordered to suck the hero's cock didn't mean Draco couldn't do it his own way. Now that Draco had Potter at his mercy, he took his time taking Potter's length in. Draco's head moved forward, paused as he sucked and licked, then moved forward again.
Finally, Draco's nose was pressed to the dark curls at Potter's groin, while Potter's cock throbbed on his tongue and in his throat. Draco's head bobbled back and forth as he serviced Potter.
Potter was appreciating Draco's efforts, if his gasps and groans were anything to go by. Draco didn't expect Potter to warn him when he was about to come, so it was no surprise when Potter moaned and pulsed inside of Draco's mouth.
Draco swallowed and continued laving Potter's softening prick with his tongue until Potter pushed him away.
"Enough," Potter muttered, raking an unsteady hand through his hair.
Draco was pleased with his performance. He'd have Potter eating out of his hand by the time his twenty-four hours were up. Draco stood up and wiped a hand over his mouth. "Is there anything else you want me to do?" he rasped, knowing full well that Potter wouldn't be up for any more sexual activity for quite some time.
Potter nodded as he tucked his limp prick into his jeans and zipped up. "Yeah," he said. "I want you to scrub my floors."
Beck and Call 2