Pink Pleasure
Title: Pink Pleasure
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity
Word count: 850
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 bleedingangel84, who requested more of Naughty Knickers, with the prompts frotting, nipples, taste
Summary: Draco knows how to appeal to Harry.
Draco took a sip of wine, set his glass down, and squirmed in his chair.
Harry's eyes focused on him instantly. He set his own glass of wine down. "What are you wearing?" he asked with forced casualness.
Draco was on the verge of responding with a flippant remark, but he was thwarted before he could even open his mouth.
"I mean under your clothing," Harry clarified.
Draco leaned back and smirked. "It's hot pink," he said.
Harry's pupils enlarged, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "Tell me more," he commanded.
"It's cut high on the hips to showcase my amazing legs," said Draco, enjoying Harry's rising...interest.
"Is it...a pair of knickers?" Harry asked, voice gone breathy now.
"Yes and no."
"What do you mean?"
"It's a garment that is partially a pair of knickers, but it extends upwards, molding to my body and ending just below my nipples," said Draco.
Harry picked up his glass and knocked back the rest of his wine in one gulp. He all but slammed the glass back onto the table. "Let's go home."
"I don't want to go home yet," Draco protested. "We haven't had our pudding."
"I'll treat you to pudding at home," growled Harry. "Let's go."
~*~
Harry Apparated them directly into their bedroom. Draco stumbled against him, which enabled Harry to immediately begin tugging at his clothing.
Draco pushed away from him. "Stop," he said firmly. "You'll tear my clothes."
"Then hurry up and get undressed."
"Patience is a virtue, Harry."
"There's nothing virtuous about my plans for you," Harry countered. He was already unbuttoning his dress shirt and removing his cuff links.
Draco was becoming too eager for pudding to make Harry wait any longer. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt, making sure to turn his back on his lover as he tossed the garment aside. Draco grinned to himself when he heard Harry groan softly behind him. He toed off his shoes and socks and unzipped his trousers before shimmying out of them. Draco spun back around and spread his arms wide.
"Behold!" he exclaimed. "Uh oh...oof!"
Harry tackled Draco onto the bed, his naked body pinning Draco's barely-clothed one to the duvet. Harry's tongue flicked out for a taste of Draco's pert, pink nipples. Draco moaned and arched up, frotting against Harry and cursing the flimsy, silken barrier between them.
"Harry," he panted. "I need you now."
Harry continued laving Draco's nipples, first one and then the other. Long moments passed before he sat up, straddling Draco's thighs, and looked down at him.
"You and your naughty knickers will be the death of me some day," Harry said, voice rougher than normal. He grabbed the top edge of Draco's shockingly pink garment and peeled it down. Draco raised his arse, allowing Harry to pull the silky material down until it was bunched at the tops of his thighs.
"Roll over," Harry ordered gruffly. "I want to shag you while you're still wearing this."
Draco began to launch a protest. "But-" He ended on a gasp when Harry expertly flipped him onto his stomach, then hauled his hips up and into position. The material around his upper thighs prevented Draco from spreading his legs, but Harry didn't let that stop him. His legs bracketed Draco's hips, and he used his thumbs to part Draco's arse cheeks.
One whispered spell later, and Draco was slick and ready. Harry wasted no time in lining his cock up and sinking past Draco's tight rim. Draco gasped, then exhaled on a sultry moan. Damn, but it felt good when Harry split him open like that. He clenched his hands in the duvet and held on for the ride.
Harry kept pushing forward, penetrating deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. He paused and stroked Draco's naked back. "You okay?" he asked.
"Mm, yeah," Draco murmured, arching to press back. "Don't stop."
Harry took him at his word, pulling back and driving in deep again. He established a steady rhythm, then reached beneath Draco and wrapped a hand around his cock.
"Oh my god," Draco moaned, breath hitching as he undulated in front of Harry. He couldn't move like he wanted to, but it seemed there was no need. Harry was doing a cracking job of doling out pleasure. Draco's mouth fell open, and his moans turned to a lusty shout when he tumbled over the edge. Harry followed moments after, filling Draco with his release and then collapsing over his back.
Draco ended up with his face mashed into the pillow, and he muttered angrily.
"Sorry?" Harry slurred, rolling away from him.
"I said, I can't breathe," Draco repeated. He took in a deep breath and let it out before smiling in satisfaction. "That was brilliant."
"Mmhm," Harry hummed in assent. He reached out to sift his fingers through Draco's hair. "Have you been shopping at Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers again?"
"Yeah," Draco replied, his smile turning smug.
"Did you..." Harry paused to clear his throat. "Did you buy anything else?"
Draco's expression became a full-blown smirk. "You'll have to wait and see."
Umber Undulation
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity
Word count: 850
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 bleedingangel84, who requested more of Naughty Knickers, with the prompts frotting, nipples, taste
Summary: Draco knows how to appeal to Harry.
Draco took a sip of wine, set his glass down, and squirmed in his chair.
Harry's eyes focused on him instantly. He set his own glass of wine down. "What are you wearing?" he asked with forced casualness.
Draco was on the verge of responding with a flippant remark, but he was thwarted before he could even open his mouth.
"I mean under your clothing," Harry clarified.
Draco leaned back and smirked. "It's hot pink," he said.
Harry's pupils enlarged, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "Tell me more," he commanded.
"It's cut high on the hips to showcase my amazing legs," said Draco, enjoying Harry's rising...interest.
"Is it...a pair of knickers?" Harry asked, voice gone breathy now.
"Yes and no."
"What do you mean?"
"It's a garment that is partially a pair of knickers, but it extends upwards, molding to my body and ending just below my nipples," said Draco.
Harry picked up his glass and knocked back the rest of his wine in one gulp. He all but slammed the glass back onto the table. "Let's go home."
"I don't want to go home yet," Draco protested. "We haven't had our pudding."
"I'll treat you to pudding at home," growled Harry. "Let's go."
~*~
Harry Apparated them directly into their bedroom. Draco stumbled against him, which enabled Harry to immediately begin tugging at his clothing.
Draco pushed away from him. "Stop," he said firmly. "You'll tear my clothes."
"Then hurry up and get undressed."
"Patience is a virtue, Harry."
"There's nothing virtuous about my plans for you," Harry countered. He was already unbuttoning his dress shirt and removing his cuff links.
Draco was becoming too eager for pudding to make Harry wait any longer. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt, making sure to turn his back on his lover as he tossed the garment aside. Draco grinned to himself when he heard Harry groan softly behind him. He toed off his shoes and socks and unzipped his trousers before shimmying out of them. Draco spun back around and spread his arms wide.
"Behold!" he exclaimed. "Uh oh...oof!"
Harry tackled Draco onto the bed, his naked body pinning Draco's barely-clothed one to the duvet. Harry's tongue flicked out for a taste of Draco's pert, pink nipples. Draco moaned and arched up, frotting against Harry and cursing the flimsy, silken barrier between them.
"Harry," he panted. "I need you now."
Harry continued laving Draco's nipples, first one and then the other. Long moments passed before he sat up, straddling Draco's thighs, and looked down at him.
"You and your naughty knickers will be the death of me some day," Harry said, voice rougher than normal. He grabbed the top edge of Draco's shockingly pink garment and peeled it down. Draco raised his arse, allowing Harry to pull the silky material down until it was bunched at the tops of his thighs.
"Roll over," Harry ordered gruffly. "I want to shag you while you're still wearing this."
Draco began to launch a protest. "But-" He ended on a gasp when Harry expertly flipped him onto his stomach, then hauled his hips up and into position. The material around his upper thighs prevented Draco from spreading his legs, but Harry didn't let that stop him. His legs bracketed Draco's hips, and he used his thumbs to part Draco's arse cheeks.
One whispered spell later, and Draco was slick and ready. Harry wasted no time in lining his cock up and sinking past Draco's tight rim. Draco gasped, then exhaled on a sultry moan. Damn, but it felt good when Harry split him open like that. He clenched his hands in the duvet and held on for the ride.
Harry kept pushing forward, penetrating deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. He paused and stroked Draco's naked back. "You okay?" he asked.
"Mm, yeah," Draco murmured, arching to press back. "Don't stop."
Harry took him at his word, pulling back and driving in deep again. He established a steady rhythm, then reached beneath Draco and wrapped a hand around his cock.
"Oh my god," Draco moaned, breath hitching as he undulated in front of Harry. He couldn't move like he wanted to, but it seemed there was no need. Harry was doing a cracking job of doling out pleasure. Draco's mouth fell open, and his moans turned to a lusty shout when he tumbled over the edge. Harry followed moments after, filling Draco with his release and then collapsing over his back.
Draco ended up with his face mashed into the pillow, and he muttered angrily.
"Sorry?" Harry slurred, rolling away from him.
"I said, I can't breathe," Draco repeated. He took in a deep breath and let it out before smiling in satisfaction. "That was brilliant."
"Mmhm," Harry hummed in assent. He reached out to sift his fingers through Draco's hair. "Have you been shopping at Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers again?"
"Yeah," Draco replied, his smile turning smug.
"Did you..." Harry paused to clear his throat. "Did you buy anything else?"
Draco's expression became a full-blown smirk. "You'll have to wait and see."
Umber Undulation