Blood Whore 16
Title: Blood Whore 16
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: 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: 1000
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for frnklymrshnkly, who requested an update to Blood Whore
Summary: Draco is granted a surprising choice.
The following day, Draco finished brewing the potions he'd been working on. Then, in spite of a light drizzle of rain, he left his flat and walked to the nearest museum. Draco spent the next two hours strolling through the exhibits and enjoying the works of art on display. Rather than lift his spirits, however, the excursion only served to remind him that his situation was very similar to the artwork--he was on display for Potter's enjoyment.
It was a sobering realization, and Draco returned to his flat feeling depressed. He wondered if there was a way out of his current predicament. He supposed he could go back to living in a manky flat, eating cheap food and selling his blood to vampires. The problem was, Potter would only monopolize his time anyway, so what was the use in going back to how things were before Potter had made his insulting proposition?
Draco was still ruminating on the bewildering turn his life had taken when Potter appeared at dusk. Draco flicked his eyes up to look at him, but other than that, he didn't react.
Potter's usual smirk faded. "Who died?"
"Sorry?"
"You look like you've just received tragic news," said Potter. "What is troubling you?"
Draco contemplated dodging the question or simply lying, but what did he have to lose? "I was having an existential crisis," he replied.
"A what now?"
Draco wasn't sure what the punishment would be, should he roll his eyes, so he refrained. "I am rethinking my life choices," he said, by way of explanation.
"If you're unhappy with your life, it's up to you to make some changes," Potter said, shrugging slightly as he leaned against the door jamb.
"How the bloody hell am I meant to make any changes to my life when I'm beholden to you?!"
"You're not a prisoner here," Potter pointed out. "You may come and go as you please."
"Yes, so long as I return by dusk to see to you and your needs." The words were out before Draco could stop them.
"The way you say that would indicate you don't find pleasure in seeing to my needs," said Potter.
"I would like some choice in the matter!"
"I see," mused Potter. "Very well, Malfoy. I shall allow you to choose the manner in which I fuck you tonight."
Draco stared at him, trying to suss out the trap. Potter calmly waited him out. After another moment spent deliberating, Draco said, "I want to ride you."
Potter's answering grin showcased the tips of his fangs. "You have five minutes to get ready," he said.
~*~
Draco stepped out of the en suite, wearing nothing but a robe tied loosely at his waist. He had lingered longer than five minutes over his preparations, but Draco hadn't dared push his luck. The act of stretching and lubing himself had brought Draco's cock fully erect, and it now tented the front of his robe. He was almost ashamed of how hard and eager he was. Draco told himself it was because Potter was granting him a measure of control tonight, and not because he was simply gagging for sex.
Potter watched Draco's measured approach through hooded eyes. He was completely nude and reclining on the bed, propped against a mound of pillows. Draco's eyes were drawn to where Potter was slowly stroking his erect cock. Draco swallowed heavily and tugged at the tie of his robe. His prick jutted from the opening and seemed to point directly at Potter. Draco shrugged out of the robe and allowed the garment to drop from his shoulders. He left it on the floor as he climbed onto the bed to join Potter.
Deciding there was no use putting off what they were both obviously ready for, Draco swung a leg over Potter's thighs and leaned forward. He reached back and grasped Potter's cock, positioned it at his entrance, and sank down. Draco hissed in discomfort when Potter thrust up, impaling him faster and harder than he would have liked. He took two deep breaths and began to move. Draco rose up, teasing the tip of Potter's cock with a squeeze of his rim, then pushed himself back down. He repeated the up and down motion until he was bouncing rapidly on Potter's erection.
Potter appeared to be enjoying himself. His eyes were slitted open, the tips of his fangs were visible, and his breath was huffing out of him in staccato grunts. His tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip, and that was all the warning Draco got before Potter lunged up and sank his fangs into Draco's throat.
Draco's cry was one of shocked surprise and reluctant pleasure. At the first strong pull of the blood from his vein, Draco's body seized up, and he exploded into climax. Draco's come coated their stomachs as he writhed on Potter's lap. Draco's head fell back, and his hands clutched at Potter's sturdy shoulders. Draco's orgasm left him feeling utterly wrecked. His body went limp, and only Potter's implacable grip kept him upright.
Potter's hips moved beneath Draco until he spurted his release inside of Draco. All was still and silent for a moment, and then Potter retracted his fangs and smoothed over the wounds on Draco's throat, healing them with a surprisingly gentle touch. He set Draco to the side, uncoupling their bodies.
Draco remained sprawled where Potter had put him. He was too wrung out to move.
"That was...interesting," Potter observed. He lay back on the bed, not quite touching Draco.
Draco didn't bother responding. If Potter would only shut his fanged gob, Draco could easily fall asleep right here.
"Malfoy, are you sleeping?"
"Not yet."
"Are you hungry?"
Draco would have said no, but his stomach answered for him by rumbling its displeasure. He was startled into full alertness when Potter slapped his arse.
"Time to eat," said Potter. "You'll need to keep your strength up for the rest of the night."
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