Plotting Out Party
Title: Plotting Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexin'
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #97 - poetry
Summary: Put a fork in him; he's done. Follows Jutting Out Party.
Harry was in heaven.
Ballads, poetry, operas should be written in homage to Malfoy's arse. Harry had thrust his cock past Malfoy's rim, and it was now quite happily nestled in cock nirvana. Malfoy's hole was hot and slick, and it clung to Harry's cock like a glove. Harry held his breath, afraid to move lest he climax instantly.
"Potter? If you've died back there, I'll never forgive you."
Harry responded with a feeble moan.
"Ah, it lives!" Malfoy simpered sarcastically. He gave another impatient wiggle of his arse. "Get busy, Potter, or I'll find someone else who can give me a proper dicking."
The threat was enough to send Harry lurching into awkward motion. He pushed his cock in farther, drew back, then thrust in again. What Harry lacked in rhythm, he more than made up for in sheer, unbridled enthusiasm.
It was brilliant. It was perfect.
It was over.
Harry shouted aloud as his cock jerked inside of Malfoy, emptying his load. When he'd finished, Harry slumped forward, panting for breath.
"Well, that was certainly anticlimactic."
Harry couldn't help but notice the sarcasm dripping from Malfoy's words. His cheeks heated, and he pulled out with a wet pop. Malfoy hissed in discomfort, further embarrassing Harry.
"Sorry," he muttered, clambering to the opposite end of the sofa. Harry wished he would have lasted longer, prolonging his enjoyment at shagging Malfoy, because he knew he'd never get another opportunity.
"Premature ejaculation is to be expected," Malfoy said magnanimously. He settled at his end of the sofa, shifting to get comfortable. "I reckon all you need is some more practice."
"Yeah?" Harry asked, feeling hopeful now.
"How many of your Housemates are bent?" asked Malfoy. "Perhaps some of them would be willing to bend over for the Boy Who Lived."
Harry's jaw dropped. "But-but," he sputtered, "I was hoping I could practice some more with you!"
Malfoy appeared surprised. "With me?!" he repeated. He swept his fringe out of his eyes as he considered the suggestion. "I suppose we could arrange to meet once or twice a week here," Malfoy mused.
"I could do that," Harry agreed quickly.
"Of course, If I'm going to save myself for our practice sessions," Malfoy drawled, "you'll need to do the same."
Wailing Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexin'
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #97 - poetry
Summary: Put a fork in him; he's done. Follows Jutting Out Party.
Harry was in heaven.
Ballads, poetry, operas should be written in homage to Malfoy's arse. Harry had thrust his cock past Malfoy's rim, and it was now quite happily nestled in cock nirvana. Malfoy's hole was hot and slick, and it clung to Harry's cock like a glove. Harry held his breath, afraid to move lest he climax instantly.
"Potter? If you've died back there, I'll never forgive you."
Harry responded with a feeble moan.
"Ah, it lives!" Malfoy simpered sarcastically. He gave another impatient wiggle of his arse. "Get busy, Potter, or I'll find someone else who can give me a proper dicking."
The threat was enough to send Harry lurching into awkward motion. He pushed his cock in farther, drew back, then thrust in again. What Harry lacked in rhythm, he more than made up for in sheer, unbridled enthusiasm.
It was brilliant. It was perfect.
It was over.
Harry shouted aloud as his cock jerked inside of Malfoy, emptying his load. When he'd finished, Harry slumped forward, panting for breath.
"Well, that was certainly anticlimactic."
Harry couldn't help but notice the sarcasm dripping from Malfoy's words. His cheeks heated, and he pulled out with a wet pop. Malfoy hissed in discomfort, further embarrassing Harry.
"Sorry," he muttered, clambering to the opposite end of the sofa. Harry wished he would have lasted longer, prolonging his enjoyment at shagging Malfoy, because he knew he'd never get another opportunity.
"Premature ejaculation is to be expected," Malfoy said magnanimously. He settled at his end of the sofa, shifting to get comfortable. "I reckon all you need is some more practice."
"Yeah?" Harry asked, feeling hopeful now.
"How many of your Housemates are bent?" asked Malfoy. "Perhaps some of them would be willing to bend over for the Boy Who Lived."
Harry's jaw dropped. "But-but," he sputtered, "I was hoping I could practice some more with you!"
Malfoy appeared surprised. "With me?!" he repeated. He swept his fringe out of his eyes as he considered the suggestion. "I suppose we could arrange to meet once or twice a week here," Malfoy mused.
"I could do that," Harry agreed quickly.
"Of course, If I'm going to save myself for our practice sessions," Malfoy drawled, "you'll need to do the same."
Wailing Out Party