Self Control
Title: Self Control
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry-centric (background H/D)
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity and language
Word count: 690
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 cyn_ful, who requested a sequel to Taking Control
Summary: Harry vows there will be no repeat of what transpired at Hogwarts.
Harry was done for the day.
He sent a message to the Ministry, stating he had taken a chill and would not be returning to work until tomorrow. The truth was, Harry was still processing what had transpired between Malfoy and himself earlier. He had succumbed to Malfoy's Veela allure, letting Malfoy fuck him senseless. The worst part was, Harry had lodged only a token protest.
He was confused, ashamed, and in need of a shower.
As soon as he returned home, he went directly to his en suite bathroom, stripped off his kit, and stepped into the shower. While he washed, Harry was keenly aware of each ache that Malfoy had pounded into him...and he relished every twinge. It had been entirely too long since anyone had dominated Harry in such a fashion.
His cock had the audacity to twitch and lengthen at the memory, and he swore beneath his breath. Even though he enjoyed a bit of rough now and then, Harry didn't want to make such encounters a frequent occurrence. His cock disagreed, swelling more as he recalled the rough treatment that Malfoy had subjected him to. Harry gave in to the inevitable and took his shaft in hand, giving himself a slow stroke. He brought to mind the face of his most recent casual affair. Jeffrey was fit and handsome and terribly vanilla, and he loved to bottom. Harry's thoughts wandered, until, unbidden, Malfoy's face emerged from his subconscious. Harry would never forget how fierce and intent he'd looked when he tossed Harry down and plundered his helpless body.
Harry's cock throbbed in response and jerked in his hand. He groaned and wanked himself harder and faster. In his mind, Harry relived the moment that Malfoy had forced his legs apart, trapped his hands over his head in a steely grip, and thrust his huge, hard cock into Harry's eagerly twitching hole. It had hurt so fucking good, and it had been brilliant. His hand sped up, squeezing and tugging. He braced his other hand against the tiled wall for balance as he rubbed himself to completion.
Harry moaned loudly as he spilled over his fingers. Once the last of his orgasm subsided, he held his hand beneath the spray of water and watched his jizz swirl down the drain. He hoped it wasn't a metaphor for his life.
~*~
After spending a restless night in his lonely bed in Godric's Hollow, Harry stumbled downstairs and fixed himself some breakfast. He was ravenous for once and ate with gusto. He purposefully did not think about Malfoy, nor what had taken place in that cold, dusty tower at Hogwarts.
Harry got ready for work early. He walked out of his house, glancing at the snow-covered flower beds. He'd been systematically planting different varieties of lilies around the house, and Harry couldn't wait to see them bloom again, once the weather warmed.
Harry made his way to the Apparition point, gripped his wand, and Disapparated.
~*~
As soon as Harry strode into the Auror Department, a hush fell over those already there, and several of them paused to stare at him openly. Harry's stride faltered.
Did they know what had transpired at Hogwarts yesterday? He hadn't told a soul, and he couldn't imagine that Malfoy had, either. Harry squared his shoulders and glared at some of the bolder people until they flushed and looked away. He continued to his office and paused in the open doorway.
There was a large bouquet of flowers dominating his desk. Harry exhaled with a huff and closed his office door behind him. No one had ever sent him flowers before, but he had a good idea whom these were from. Harry plucked the enclosure card from among the blooms. It was still sealed, which meant the odd stares were likely due to the fact that he had received flowers, rather than anything related to yesterday's anomalous indiscretion.
There would be no repeat. Harry vowed to retain his dignity and self-control if he encountered Malfoy again.
Harry opened the envelope and read the message:
Please accept these lilies as a token of my esteem.
- D
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry-centric (background H/D)
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity and language
Word count: 690
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 cyn_ful, who requested a sequel to Taking Control
Summary: Harry vows there will be no repeat of what transpired at Hogwarts.
Harry was done for the day.
He sent a message to the Ministry, stating he had taken a chill and would not be returning to work until tomorrow. The truth was, Harry was still processing what had transpired between Malfoy and himself earlier. He had succumbed to Malfoy's Veela allure, letting Malfoy fuck him senseless. The worst part was, Harry had lodged only a token protest.
He was confused, ashamed, and in need of a shower.
As soon as he returned home, he went directly to his en suite bathroom, stripped off his kit, and stepped into the shower. While he washed, Harry was keenly aware of each ache that Malfoy had pounded into him...and he relished every twinge. It had been entirely too long since anyone had dominated Harry in such a fashion.
His cock had the audacity to twitch and lengthen at the memory, and he swore beneath his breath. Even though he enjoyed a bit of rough now and then, Harry didn't want to make such encounters a frequent occurrence. His cock disagreed, swelling more as he recalled the rough treatment that Malfoy had subjected him to. Harry gave in to the inevitable and took his shaft in hand, giving himself a slow stroke. He brought to mind the face of his most recent casual affair. Jeffrey was fit and handsome and terribly vanilla, and he loved to bottom. Harry's thoughts wandered, until, unbidden, Malfoy's face emerged from his subconscious. Harry would never forget how fierce and intent he'd looked when he tossed Harry down and plundered his helpless body.
Harry's cock throbbed in response and jerked in his hand. He groaned and wanked himself harder and faster. In his mind, Harry relived the moment that Malfoy had forced his legs apart, trapped his hands over his head in a steely grip, and thrust his huge, hard cock into Harry's eagerly twitching hole. It had hurt so fucking good, and it had been brilliant. His hand sped up, squeezing and tugging. He braced his other hand against the tiled wall for balance as he rubbed himself to completion.
Harry moaned loudly as he spilled over his fingers. Once the last of his orgasm subsided, he held his hand beneath the spray of water and watched his jizz swirl down the drain. He hoped it wasn't a metaphor for his life.
~*~
After spending a restless night in his lonely bed in Godric's Hollow, Harry stumbled downstairs and fixed himself some breakfast. He was ravenous for once and ate with gusto. He purposefully did not think about Malfoy, nor what had taken place in that cold, dusty tower at Hogwarts.
Harry got ready for work early. He walked out of his house, glancing at the snow-covered flower beds. He'd been systematically planting different varieties of lilies around the house, and Harry couldn't wait to see them bloom again, once the weather warmed.
Harry made his way to the Apparition point, gripped his wand, and Disapparated.
~*~
As soon as Harry strode into the Auror Department, a hush fell over those already there, and several of them paused to stare at him openly. Harry's stride faltered.
Did they know what had transpired at Hogwarts yesterday? He hadn't told a soul, and he couldn't imagine that Malfoy had, either. Harry squared his shoulders and glared at some of the bolder people until they flushed and looked away. He continued to his office and paused in the open doorway.
There was a large bouquet of flowers dominating his desk. Harry exhaled with a huff and closed his office door behind him. No one had ever sent him flowers before, but he had a good idea whom these were from. Harry plucked the enclosure card from among the blooms. It was still sealed, which meant the odd stares were likely due to the fact that he had received flowers, rather than anything related to yesterday's anomalous indiscretion.
There would be no repeat. Harry vowed to retain his dignity and self-control if he encountered Malfoy again.
Harry opened the envelope and read the message:
Please accept these lilies as a token of my esteem.
- D