Update: Draco Malfoy Unwrapped 6/7
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dripping_cherryTitle: Draco Malfoy Unwrapped 6/7
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Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,295
Beta/britpick: Many thanks tonursedarry!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made from this fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.
Warnings: OOC Harry (He's a cocky sex-addict)
Summary: He’s like an exquisite sweet, protected by so many layers of wrapping that no one’s ever had the patience to get him naked. But I’m Harry Potter, dammit, and I want him for dessert.
My hand slams down on the snooze button before the alarm clock makes a full sound. I must have subconsciously remained aware of Draco's presence throughout the night, because even though I'm barely awake, I feel that tightness in my throat that seems to come whenever I'm around him or think about him. Groaning sleepily, I turn onto my other side, eager to sling an arm around him and breathe in his scent. I've been fantasising about this moment for a long time.
Unfortunately my arm encounters nothing but cool sheets over a flat mattress. Fuck. He must have woken up early and left before I could stop him. I snort angrily into the pillow, resolving to wallow in self-pity until there's barely enough time to make it to work, when the sound of the shower turning on catches my attention.
I raise myself on my elbows and look at the closed door to the bathroom, smiling. So he's making himself at home. That's good. Very good, actually.
I don't bother putting on my glasses—they'd just get wet in the shower, but I do reach for the lube we used last night and give myself a quick stretch. Surely he won't be able to resist if I come prepared. By the time I'm done, my cock is standing at full attention.
Draco's left the bathroom door conveniently unlocked. Not that keeping it locked would have stopped me from coming in. I turn the knob as quietly as I can and step inside. The air is hot and steamy; Draco's behind the glass shower door, eyes closed and water pouring down his head and body.
He snaps to attention as soon as I open the shower door and enter, glaring at me as if I were a house-elf interrupting his morning wank.
"You're invading my privacy, Potter."
"Isn't that what you wanted?" I run my hands down the sides of his torso and he stiffens under my touch. "Why else would you leave the door unlocked?"
"I must have forgotten," he mutters.
I bring my hands around to the front of his body and up to pinch his nipples, making him hiss. My erection is nudging his left buttock and it's all I can do not to slide it inside him.
"We made a deal," he says as I start to kiss his neck. "You got what you wanted, now leave me alone."
Ouch. His words sting, but I don't let it show. Instead I point out that I haven't entirely fulfilled my end of the bargain. "You've only lost half of your virginity."
He stops trying to pull away. "Half?"
"Mmhmm." I smirk into his shoulder. "One day you'll want to try out the other role, but you won't know what you're doing."
"Maybe I'm a natural," he says, but he sounds unconvinced.
"If you say so," I tell him with an exaggerated shrug. "But I've already prepared myself."
He spins around in my arms. "You what?"
I'm sure he heard, but I use the opportunity to tell him again, in more detail. "I covered my fingers with lube and pushed them up my tight arsehole to prepare myself for your cock."
Was that a whimper I just heard?
"If you've already prepared yourself, doesn't that take away from the learning experience for me?" he asks.
Damn I hadn't thought of that. Trying to salvage my plan, I shrug nonchalantly again. "You can do it, too, if you want to practice." There's no harm in a second stretch, especially when one hasn't bottomed in years.
He looks into my eyes for a moment and I feel butterflies in my stomach. There's a tremor in his voice as he says, "This is the last time, Harry."
I nod softly even as my heart drops to the shower floor, and suddenly he's kissing me, sliding his tongue inside my mouth to caress mine. Already I'm allowing him to take control, to explore my mouth at his own pace. It feels good to surrender occasionally, and it has never felt better than right now, with him.
As his lips press harder against mine and his tongue moves deeper inside my mouth, I feel him reach around behind me. His fingertip circles and prods my entrance. It burns a little until he pushes past that resistant ring of muscle. Past that point, his finger glides in easily and I'm already parting my thighs.
He's thrusting his finger into me, angling it this way and that as he tries—I'm assuming— to find the spot that brought him such pleasure last night. It doesn't take him long.
I bury my head in his shoulder, clinging to him for support as weakness spreads to every muscle in my body. Something hard is pressed up against my belly; I reach between us and align our cocks while he adds another finger.
"Is this good?" he asks, rubbing me slowly from the inside.
"What do you think?" I say hoarsely, grinding against him.
He groans low in his throat. "I think I want to turn you around and fuck you into this wall."
His words entice the serpent at the base of my pelvis; it rises up, twisting and writhing until I'm aching for his cock. "Go for it," I say.
He pulls his fingers out of me and strokes his prick while I turn around and lean forward, supporting myself with my palms against the wet stone tiles on the wall.
"Ready?"
Am I ready? To be honest, I'm not sure. There's a strange hollow feeling in my chest that makes me want to say I won't let him fuck me until he promises that this won't be the last time. But I'm not a girl. I won't do that.
"Yes," I reply. The word is barely out of my mouth before I feel the head of his cock pressing in between my buttocks. He pushes forward and oh god, oh fuck he's inside me. I know I won't last long.
I start rocking against him right away, not caring about the discomfort. The slight burn actually feels really good.
Draco sighs appreciatively behind me as he begins to meet my thrusts. His hands are palming my arse; he lifts one and smacks my right cheek. I have to laugh—he never struck me as the spanking type. He must not be, because he laughs too and never does it again.
At least we managed to lighten the mood.
We shag slowly for a few minutes, then he grabs my hips and starts to thrust deeper, faster. I reach down and start wanking myself. His moans spur me on, and soon my hand is flying up and down my cock. He's saying dirty things about me, bloody virgin. Well—he isn't one anymore, obviously. You know what I mean.
"Yesss," Draco hisses, so that for a moment I think he's speaking Parseltongue. Those couple seconds are enough to send me over the edge.
I cry out his name as my knees buckle. My come splatters the wall and the floor, while my arse muscles clench down painfully on his pulsing cock.
He pulls out of me while I'm still recovering from my orgasm. That hollow feeling comes back and I try to quell it by telling myself he's leaving because it's time to go to work. But then I realise it isn't. Today is Sunday. I only set the alarm clock because I wanted to be awake before he had the chance to leave.
"Draco…" I say, still breathless.
"Potter—don't."
The finality of his tone shuts me up, and before I can think of my next move, he turns and Disapparates.
Chapter 7
Author:
dripping_cherry Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,295
Beta/britpick: Many thanks to
nursedarry!Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made from this fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.
Warnings: OOC Harry (He's a cocky sex-addict)
Summary: He’s like an exquisite sweet, protected by so many layers of wrapping that no one’s ever had the patience to get him naked. But I’m Harry Potter, dammit, and I want him for dessert.
My hand slams down on the snooze button before the alarm clock makes a full sound. I must have subconsciously remained aware of Draco's presence throughout the night, because even though I'm barely awake, I feel that tightness in my throat that seems to come whenever I'm around him or think about him. Groaning sleepily, I turn onto my other side, eager to sling an arm around him and breathe in his scent. I've been fantasising about this moment for a long time.
Unfortunately my arm encounters nothing but cool sheets over a flat mattress. Fuck. He must have woken up early and left before I could stop him. I snort angrily into the pillow, resolving to wallow in self-pity until there's barely enough time to make it to work, when the sound of the shower turning on catches my attention.
I raise myself on my elbows and look at the closed door to the bathroom, smiling. So he's making himself at home. That's good. Very good, actually.
I don't bother putting on my glasses—they'd just get wet in the shower, but I do reach for the lube we used last night and give myself a quick stretch. Surely he won't be able to resist if I come prepared. By the time I'm done, my cock is standing at full attention.
Draco's left the bathroom door conveniently unlocked. Not that keeping it locked would have stopped me from coming in. I turn the knob as quietly as I can and step inside. The air is hot and steamy; Draco's behind the glass shower door, eyes closed and water pouring down his head and body.
He snaps to attention as soon as I open the shower door and enter, glaring at me as if I were a house-elf interrupting his morning wank.
"You're invading my privacy, Potter."
"Isn't that what you wanted?" I run my hands down the sides of his torso and he stiffens under my touch. "Why else would you leave the door unlocked?"
"I must have forgotten," he mutters.
I bring my hands around to the front of his body and up to pinch his nipples, making him hiss. My erection is nudging his left buttock and it's all I can do not to slide it inside him.
"We made a deal," he says as I start to kiss his neck. "You got what you wanted, now leave me alone."
Ouch. His words sting, but I don't let it show. Instead I point out that I haven't entirely fulfilled my end of the bargain. "You've only lost half of your virginity."
He stops trying to pull away. "Half?"
"Mmhmm." I smirk into his shoulder. "One day you'll want to try out the other role, but you won't know what you're doing."
"Maybe I'm a natural," he says, but he sounds unconvinced.
"If you say so," I tell him with an exaggerated shrug. "But I've already prepared myself."
He spins around in my arms. "You what?"
I'm sure he heard, but I use the opportunity to tell him again, in more detail. "I covered my fingers with lube and pushed them up my tight arsehole to prepare myself for your cock."
Was that a whimper I just heard?
"If you've already prepared yourself, doesn't that take away from the learning experience for me?" he asks.
Damn I hadn't thought of that. Trying to salvage my plan, I shrug nonchalantly again. "You can do it, too, if you want to practice." There's no harm in a second stretch, especially when one hasn't bottomed in years.
He looks into my eyes for a moment and I feel butterflies in my stomach. There's a tremor in his voice as he says, "This is the last time, Harry."
I nod softly even as my heart drops to the shower floor, and suddenly he's kissing me, sliding his tongue inside my mouth to caress mine. Already I'm allowing him to take control, to explore my mouth at his own pace. It feels good to surrender occasionally, and it has never felt better than right now, with him.
As his lips press harder against mine and his tongue moves deeper inside my mouth, I feel him reach around behind me. His fingertip circles and prods my entrance. It burns a little until he pushes past that resistant ring of muscle. Past that point, his finger glides in easily and I'm already parting my thighs.
He's thrusting his finger into me, angling it this way and that as he tries—I'm assuming— to find the spot that brought him such pleasure last night. It doesn't take him long.
I bury my head in his shoulder, clinging to him for support as weakness spreads to every muscle in my body. Something hard is pressed up against my belly; I reach between us and align our cocks while he adds another finger.
"Is this good?" he asks, rubbing me slowly from the inside.
"What do you think?" I say hoarsely, grinding against him.
He groans low in his throat. "I think I want to turn you around and fuck you into this wall."
His words entice the serpent at the base of my pelvis; it rises up, twisting and writhing until I'm aching for his cock. "Go for it," I say.
He pulls his fingers out of me and strokes his prick while I turn around and lean forward, supporting myself with my palms against the wet stone tiles on the wall.
"Ready?"
Am I ready? To be honest, I'm not sure. There's a strange hollow feeling in my chest that makes me want to say I won't let him fuck me until he promises that this won't be the last time. But I'm not a girl. I won't do that.
"Yes," I reply. The word is barely out of my mouth before I feel the head of his cock pressing in between my buttocks. He pushes forward and oh god, oh fuck he's inside me. I know I won't last long.
I start rocking against him right away, not caring about the discomfort. The slight burn actually feels really good.
Draco sighs appreciatively behind me as he begins to meet my thrusts. His hands are palming my arse; he lifts one and smacks my right cheek. I have to laugh—he never struck me as the spanking type. He must not be, because he laughs too and never does it again.
At least we managed to lighten the mood.
We shag slowly for a few minutes, then he grabs my hips and starts to thrust deeper, faster. I reach down and start wanking myself. His moans spur me on, and soon my hand is flying up and down my cock. He's saying dirty things about me, bloody virgin. Well—he isn't one anymore, obviously. You know what I mean.
"Yesss," Draco hisses, so that for a moment I think he's speaking Parseltongue. Those couple seconds are enough to send me over the edge.
I cry out his name as my knees buckle. My come splatters the wall and the floor, while my arse muscles clench down painfully on his pulsing cock.
He pulls out of me while I'm still recovering from my orgasm. That hollow feeling comes back and I try to quell it by telling myself he's leaving because it's time to go to work. But then I realise it isn't. Today is Sunday. I only set the alarm clock because I wanted to be awake before he had the chance to leave.
"Draco…" I say, still breathless.
"Potter—don't."
The finality of his tone shuts me up, and before I can think of my next move, he turns and Disapparates.
Chapter 7
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Date: 2009-07-09 07:00 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting :D
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Date: 2009-07-09 03:33 pm (UTC)What a gorgeous (and incredibly hot) installment! I wonder how it all wraps up.
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Date: 2009-07-10 01:32 am (UTC)OK, now make them make up! *pouts*
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Date: 2009-07-11 03:51 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting :)
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Date: 2009-07-12 01:49 am (UTC)Get back to Harry, you git!
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Date: 2009-07-12 05:22 am (UTC)Fabulous chapter! Love this story!
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