Burning Calories
Title: Burning Calories
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1225
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Beta gift for twistedm, in thanks for the beta on my most recent hp_drizzle fest fic. She requested more of Bent and Broken
Summary: Harry invites Malfoy over to his for dinner.
Harry stifled a sigh of disappointment. "I'd love to stay for dinner," he said, "but I have to go home and let Max out."
Malfoy nodded as his wings receded, and he reached for his own cast-off clothing. "I'd forgotten about your poor dog," he said.
"You're welcome to come over to mine for dinner," Harry offered. "I'll cook, and you can bring the pudding."
The invitation seemed to restore Malfoy's good humor. "I'd like that, yeah," he said.
They dressed in silence, then Harry headed for the door. On impulse, he turned back around, cupped the back of Malfoy's neck, and hauled him into a hot, wet kiss. He raised his head and smirked.
"That should hold you until this evening."
Malfoy made a scoffing sound. "Get going," he rumbled. "Make me some dinner. And, give my regards to Max."
~*~
Harry paused in carving the roast chicken to set a small bite aside to cool. Max waited patiently at his feet, his small black nose working overtime as he sampled the delicious odors in the kitchen. Harry covered the platter of chicken, placed it on the table, and added a Warming charm. Next, he bent to remove the baked potatoes from the oven. He dropped the bit of chicken for Max, then set about making gravy.
There was a knock at the door, and Max barked and dashed out of the room.
Harry went to answer the door, relieving Malfoy of the covered dish in his hands, while Max yapped and danced around their feet. Malfoy surprised Harry by leaning in and kissing him. Harry nearly lost his grip on the pudding before his sexy neighbor took a step back.
"That should hold you until after dinner," said Malfoy.
"Sod dinner," Harry breathed. "Let's have sex."
Malfoy grinned and stepped around him. "Is that roast chicken I smell?"
Harry grumbled under his breath and followed.
~*~
Harry set his fork down and dabbed at his lips with a napkin. He met Malfoy's gaze across the table. "Pudding?" he asked.
Malfoy's brows rose. "I thought you'd never ask," he drawled.
"Ahem. I meant the actual pudding you brought with you," said Harry.
Malfoy shook his head. "It's a cheesecake, and I'm in the mood for something...hot."
"Coffee?" teased Harry.
Malfoy scowled at him. "Yes, Potter, I would like some coffee, and then I must be on my way."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Very well, Malfoy," he said. "Let's go burn off some calories first, and we can have pudding later." He stood up, took the time to pour kibble in Max's dish, then escorted his guest to the bedroom.
Harry undressed quickly, not wanting to miss the show. Malfoy disrobed at a more sedate pace. When he was naked, he stepped to the middle of the room and let his magnificent wings manifest. They unfurled from his back, and Malfoy stretched them out slowly, mindful of his wingspan.
Harry had magically enlarged his bedroom for just such an occasion, and he stood there in breathless wonder as Malfoy fanned his wings. "I want you to ride me," he blurted.
Malfoy cocked a single brow. "Alright, get on all fours."
Harry's face fell. "No, I meant-"
He was interrupted by Malfoy's brazen laughter. "I know what you meant," he said. "I was taking the piss."
Harry flipped a rude gesture at him before he climbed onto the bed and relaxed back against the pillows. While Malfoy stood there and watched, he reached for the lubricant and began smoothing it up and down his erect cock. Malfoy's eyes tracked the movement of Harry's hand, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
"Come here," Harry said, voice low and rough.
It seemed Malfoy was done with teasing. He approached the bed and placed one knee on it, drawing his wings in as he crawled over Harry and moved to straddle him. He leaned forward, bracing one hand on Harry's chest as he reached back and positioned Harry's prick. Malfoy sank down slowly, his wings rustling as he impaled himself.
Sweat popped out on Harry's brow and upper lip as he strove not to thrust up and bury himself deep.
Malfoy's arse finally met Harry's groin. He let his head fall back, and he hummed. His glorious wings unfurled completely and he fanned them slowly back and forth.
Harry lay there, mesmerized by the sight. He wanted to touch, but in his current position, all he could do was watch. He squirmed beneath Malfoy, in an effort to encourage him to move.
"Patience, Potter."
"You're the one who couldn't wait until after pudding."
Malfoy rose up and chuckled. "You have me there, Potter. Now I'm going to have you here."
It was all the warning Harry got before Malfoy clenched his muscles and slid back down. He swiveled his hips, flapped his wings, and rose again. This time, Harry's hips lifted to meet him on the down stroke. He moaned and grasped Malfoy's hips, trying to control his movements. Malfoy flicked a wing forward, batting Harry's hand away.
Harry groaned but let Malfoy have his way. He settled for running his hands up and down Malfoy's thighs, enjoying the flex of muscle beneath skin. Their breathing quickened into harsh pants, the sound interspersed with grunts and groans as they fucked.
There came a whine at the door, followed by the sound of scratching, and then Max was barking wildly.
Harry was only dimly aware of the disturbance. His focus was on the hot, slick joining of bodies, and the sight of Malfoy's beautiful wings as they fluttered. Harry reached for Malfoy's cock, squeezing the base and earning a gasp from him, then stroking him firmly, base to tip.
"Yes, Potter, yes!"
Harry repeated the motion, trying to keep rhythm with the thrusts of his cock into Malfoy's body. Malfoy's voice rose, and his wings quivered as he increased his pace, riding Harry with frantic enthusiasm.
"Yes, yes, that's it," he chanted. "Ungh, Potter, yes, yes, YES!" Malfoy shrilled as he climaxed.
Max began to howl in the corridor.
Harry's eyes darted between the sight of Malfoy spurting all over his belly and chest, and the view of his wings, extended to the fullest in the throes of the veela's pleasure.
Malfoy's cock released one final dribble of semen, and he wilted forward, wings drooping to his sides. Harry growled in frustration, pushing his hips up in search of friction. Malfoy took pity on him and resumed moving again, albeit sluggishly. It wasn't much, but it was all Harry needed to propel him over the edge and into climax. His voice rose in a shout, touching off another howl from Max.
When Harry slumped back onto the bed, Malfoy followed. He ended up draped over Harry with his wings stretched out to either side. Harry's fingers moved, stroking silky feathers.
"Don't get my wings all sticky," Malfoy muttered without moving.
"It's your own jizz," Harry muttered back.
Max barked again.
"He must think we're killing one another in here," Malfoy said, chuckling a little.
"What a way to die," said Harry. He frowned in disappointment as Malfoy's wings began to recede.
Malfoy shifted to lie next to Harry. He trailed a fingertip along the edge of Harry's pubic hair and said, "Well, that was fun. How about pudding?"
Sweat
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1225
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Beta gift for twistedm, in thanks for the beta on my most recent hp_drizzle fest fic. She requested more of Bent and Broken
Summary: Harry invites Malfoy over to his for dinner.
Harry stifled a sigh of disappointment. "I'd love to stay for dinner," he said, "but I have to go home and let Max out."
Malfoy nodded as his wings receded, and he reached for his own cast-off clothing. "I'd forgotten about your poor dog," he said.
"You're welcome to come over to mine for dinner," Harry offered. "I'll cook, and you can bring the pudding."
The invitation seemed to restore Malfoy's good humor. "I'd like that, yeah," he said.
They dressed in silence, then Harry headed for the door. On impulse, he turned back around, cupped the back of Malfoy's neck, and hauled him into a hot, wet kiss. He raised his head and smirked.
"That should hold you until this evening."
Malfoy made a scoffing sound. "Get going," he rumbled. "Make me some dinner. And, give my regards to Max."
~*~
Harry paused in carving the roast chicken to set a small bite aside to cool. Max waited patiently at his feet, his small black nose working overtime as he sampled the delicious odors in the kitchen. Harry covered the platter of chicken, placed it on the table, and added a Warming charm. Next, he bent to remove the baked potatoes from the oven. He dropped the bit of chicken for Max, then set about making gravy.
There was a knock at the door, and Max barked and dashed out of the room.
Harry went to answer the door, relieving Malfoy of the covered dish in his hands, while Max yapped and danced around their feet. Malfoy surprised Harry by leaning in and kissing him. Harry nearly lost his grip on the pudding before his sexy neighbor took a step back.
"That should hold you until after dinner," said Malfoy.
"Sod dinner," Harry breathed. "Let's have sex."
Malfoy grinned and stepped around him. "Is that roast chicken I smell?"
Harry grumbled under his breath and followed.
~*~
Harry set his fork down and dabbed at his lips with a napkin. He met Malfoy's gaze across the table. "Pudding?" he asked.
Malfoy's brows rose. "I thought you'd never ask," he drawled.
"Ahem. I meant the actual pudding you brought with you," said Harry.
Malfoy shook his head. "It's a cheesecake, and I'm in the mood for something...hot."
"Coffee?" teased Harry.
Malfoy scowled at him. "Yes, Potter, I would like some coffee, and then I must be on my way."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Very well, Malfoy," he said. "Let's go burn off some calories first, and we can have pudding later." He stood up, took the time to pour kibble in Max's dish, then escorted his guest to the bedroom.
Harry undressed quickly, not wanting to miss the show. Malfoy disrobed at a more sedate pace. When he was naked, he stepped to the middle of the room and let his magnificent wings manifest. They unfurled from his back, and Malfoy stretched them out slowly, mindful of his wingspan.
Harry had magically enlarged his bedroom for just such an occasion, and he stood there in breathless wonder as Malfoy fanned his wings. "I want you to ride me," he blurted.
Malfoy cocked a single brow. "Alright, get on all fours."
Harry's face fell. "No, I meant-"
He was interrupted by Malfoy's brazen laughter. "I know what you meant," he said. "I was taking the piss."
Harry flipped a rude gesture at him before he climbed onto the bed and relaxed back against the pillows. While Malfoy stood there and watched, he reached for the lubricant and began smoothing it up and down his erect cock. Malfoy's eyes tracked the movement of Harry's hand, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
"Come here," Harry said, voice low and rough.
It seemed Malfoy was done with teasing. He approached the bed and placed one knee on it, drawing his wings in as he crawled over Harry and moved to straddle him. He leaned forward, bracing one hand on Harry's chest as he reached back and positioned Harry's prick. Malfoy sank down slowly, his wings rustling as he impaled himself.
Sweat popped out on Harry's brow and upper lip as he strove not to thrust up and bury himself deep.
Malfoy's arse finally met Harry's groin. He let his head fall back, and he hummed. His glorious wings unfurled completely and he fanned them slowly back and forth.
Harry lay there, mesmerized by the sight. He wanted to touch, but in his current position, all he could do was watch. He squirmed beneath Malfoy, in an effort to encourage him to move.
"Patience, Potter."
"You're the one who couldn't wait until after pudding."
Malfoy rose up and chuckled. "You have me there, Potter. Now I'm going to have you here."
It was all the warning Harry got before Malfoy clenched his muscles and slid back down. He swiveled his hips, flapped his wings, and rose again. This time, Harry's hips lifted to meet him on the down stroke. He moaned and grasped Malfoy's hips, trying to control his movements. Malfoy flicked a wing forward, batting Harry's hand away.
Harry groaned but let Malfoy have his way. He settled for running his hands up and down Malfoy's thighs, enjoying the flex of muscle beneath skin. Their breathing quickened into harsh pants, the sound interspersed with grunts and groans as they fucked.
There came a whine at the door, followed by the sound of scratching, and then Max was barking wildly.
Harry was only dimly aware of the disturbance. His focus was on the hot, slick joining of bodies, and the sight of Malfoy's beautiful wings as they fluttered. Harry reached for Malfoy's cock, squeezing the base and earning a gasp from him, then stroking him firmly, base to tip.
"Yes, Potter, yes!"
Harry repeated the motion, trying to keep rhythm with the thrusts of his cock into Malfoy's body. Malfoy's voice rose, and his wings quivered as he increased his pace, riding Harry with frantic enthusiasm.
"Yes, yes, that's it," he chanted. "Ungh, Potter, yes, yes, YES!" Malfoy shrilled as he climaxed.
Max began to howl in the corridor.
Harry's eyes darted between the sight of Malfoy spurting all over his belly and chest, and the view of his wings, extended to the fullest in the throes of the veela's pleasure.
Malfoy's cock released one final dribble of semen, and he wilted forward, wings drooping to his sides. Harry growled in frustration, pushing his hips up in search of friction. Malfoy took pity on him and resumed moving again, albeit sluggishly. It wasn't much, but it was all Harry needed to propel him over the edge and into climax. His voice rose in a shout, touching off another howl from Max.
When Harry slumped back onto the bed, Malfoy followed. He ended up draped over Harry with his wings stretched out to either side. Harry's fingers moved, stroking silky feathers.
"Don't get my wings all sticky," Malfoy muttered without moving.
"It's your own jizz," Harry muttered back.
Max barked again.
"He must think we're killing one another in here," Malfoy said, chuckling a little.
"What a way to die," said Harry. He frowned in disappointment as Malfoy's wings began to recede.
Malfoy shifted to lie next to Harry. He trailed a fingertip along the edge of Harry's pubic hair and said, "Well, that was fun. How about pudding?"
Sweat