Calling Harry
Title: Calling Harry
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 545
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for ravenclaw7771, who requested more of Calling Dragons
Summary: Draco needs Harry.
Draco crouched in front of his fire, bum wiggling impatiently. "I miss you," he sulked.
Harry's floating visage smiled at him. "I miss you, too," he said. "I'll be back soon, and I'll shag you six ways to Sunday then."
Goosebumps scattered over Draco's skin in reaction. "I need you now, Harry," he whispered.
Harry groaned. "I'll be home tomorrow, or the following day at the latest."
"I won't last that long."
"Yeah?" Harry mused. "Going to throw me over?"
"If I must," Draco replied, heaving a dramatic sigh for emphasis.
Harry glared at him through the flames. "Use one of your toys," he growled.
"You're my favorite toy, Harry."
"Give me five minutes," said Harry, "and you'd bloody well better be ready when I get there."
~*~
Draco was naked, lubed and sprawled across the bed when Harry came bursting into the bedroom. He began tearing his clothing off, cursing loudly when his jumper got caught up on his glasses. Harry flung the jumper aside, knowing full well his glasses were still stuck inside, and no longer caring. He kicked off his shoes and dove onto the bed.
Draco clutched the blankets as he was jostled by Harry's sudden move.
Harry rose to his knees and struggled to get his trousers undone. Once he succeeded, he settled for pushing his trousers and pants down to mid-thigh before falling on Draco. Harry backed up slightly, tugging and pawing at Draco until Draco rolled over.
"Harry!"
"No time for a face-to-face," said Harry. He kneed Draco's legs apart, exposing his target. Harry took his cock in hand, took aim, and took Draco.
Draco cried out, then moaned as Harry slid in deep. He braced his arms and legs wide for balance and arched his back, inviting Harry to plunder at will.
Harry started out with slow, smooth strokes, which quickly escalated to fast, hard thrusts. He reached around and closed his hand around Draco's swollen shaft.
Draco responded with a gasp of pleasure. After some initial adjustment, he and Harry synchronized their movements. Draco thrust his prick into Harry's fist, then snapped his hips back to impale himself on Harry's cock. It was brilliant, and it was just what he needed.
They rocked together on the bed, bodies slapping together, groans commingling as they reconnected. Draco's fingers tightened in the blankets as his muscles tightened. He pushed back when Harry thrust in. Harry rolled his hips, grinding against Draco's most sensitive bundle of nerves.
Draco's mouth fell open to admit a rapturous wail of ecstasy. He bucked in front of Harry, forcing Harry to clamp both hands onto Draco's hips to keep him steady. As Harry's climax neared, he began short-stroking Draco, jabbing his cock into Draco's hole in a series of quick thrusts. Pleasure crashed over him in a wave, and Harry threw his head back and groaned as he pulsed inside of Draco.
Harry slumped over Draco's damp back, his puffing breath stirring Draco's hair. "I have to go," he muttered.
"You just came," sassed Draco. He yelped when Harry slapped his thigh...hard.
"Twat," Harry grumbled. He pulled out carefully and toppled onto his side on the rumpled bed.
Draco gave a luxurious, satisfied stretch and posed himself elegantly alongside Harry. He trailed his fingers over Harry's chest. "I thought you had to leave."
"Are you trying to get rid of me now?"
"Of course not, Harry. You just came."
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 545
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for ravenclaw7771, who requested more of Calling Dragons
Summary: Draco needs Harry.
Draco crouched in front of his fire, bum wiggling impatiently. "I miss you," he sulked.
Harry's floating visage smiled at him. "I miss you, too," he said. "I'll be back soon, and I'll shag you six ways to Sunday then."
Goosebumps scattered over Draco's skin in reaction. "I need you now, Harry," he whispered.
Harry groaned. "I'll be home tomorrow, or the following day at the latest."
"I won't last that long."
"Yeah?" Harry mused. "Going to throw me over?"
"If I must," Draco replied, heaving a dramatic sigh for emphasis.
Harry glared at him through the flames. "Use one of your toys," he growled.
"You're my favorite toy, Harry."
"Give me five minutes," said Harry, "and you'd bloody well better be ready when I get there."
~*~
Draco was naked, lubed and sprawled across the bed when Harry came bursting into the bedroom. He began tearing his clothing off, cursing loudly when his jumper got caught up on his glasses. Harry flung the jumper aside, knowing full well his glasses were still stuck inside, and no longer caring. He kicked off his shoes and dove onto the bed.
Draco clutched the blankets as he was jostled by Harry's sudden move.
Harry rose to his knees and struggled to get his trousers undone. Once he succeeded, he settled for pushing his trousers and pants down to mid-thigh before falling on Draco. Harry backed up slightly, tugging and pawing at Draco until Draco rolled over.
"Harry!"
"No time for a face-to-face," said Harry. He kneed Draco's legs apart, exposing his target. Harry took his cock in hand, took aim, and took Draco.
Draco cried out, then moaned as Harry slid in deep. He braced his arms and legs wide for balance and arched his back, inviting Harry to plunder at will.
Harry started out with slow, smooth strokes, which quickly escalated to fast, hard thrusts. He reached around and closed his hand around Draco's swollen shaft.
Draco responded with a gasp of pleasure. After some initial adjustment, he and Harry synchronized their movements. Draco thrust his prick into Harry's fist, then snapped his hips back to impale himself on Harry's cock. It was brilliant, and it was just what he needed.
They rocked together on the bed, bodies slapping together, groans commingling as they reconnected. Draco's fingers tightened in the blankets as his muscles tightened. He pushed back when Harry thrust in. Harry rolled his hips, grinding against Draco's most sensitive bundle of nerves.
Draco's mouth fell open to admit a rapturous wail of ecstasy. He bucked in front of Harry, forcing Harry to clamp both hands onto Draco's hips to keep him steady. As Harry's climax neared, he began short-stroking Draco, jabbing his cock into Draco's hole in a series of quick thrusts. Pleasure crashed over him in a wave, and Harry threw his head back and groaned as he pulsed inside of Draco.
Harry slumped over Draco's damp back, his puffing breath stirring Draco's hair. "I have to go," he muttered.
"You just came," sassed Draco. He yelped when Harry slapped his thigh...hard.
"Twat," Harry grumbled. He pulled out carefully and toppled onto his side on the rumpled bed.
Draco gave a luxurious, satisfied stretch and posed himself elegantly alongside Harry. He trailed his fingers over Harry's chest. "I thought you had to leave."
"Are you trying to get rid of me now?"
"Of course not, Harry. You just came."