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enchanted_jaeTitle: Seductive Smile
Author:enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco, ocs
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity, cross-dressing
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1030
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift forasnq8, who asked for Club Coquette
Summary: Is that a hint of jealousy?
"Where were you earlier?"
Draco stood up from where Zee had bent him over the sofa and winced as his muscles twinged. "I was at a deadly dull dinner party, fending off the advances of Todd the Troll," he replied.
One of Zee's dark brows rose above the top edge of his mask. "That certainly sounds...interesting."
Draco scoffed as he jerked his short skirt back into place. He turned and went down the hall, using Zee's well-appointed en suite to clean up after their carnal activities. When Draco exited the bathroom, Zee was reclining on his bed, wearing nothing but his mask and a seductive smile.
Draco flung a hand over his eyes and exclaimed in falsetto, "Oh! I fear for my virtue!"
Zee responded with a robust laugh. "Your virtue was gone long before I met you."
Draco grinned and strutted to the edge of the bed. He placed a knee on the mattress, but Zee held up a hand to stop him.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Cinderella."
Draco drew back and brought one hand to the hem of his skirt. "Shall I disrobe for you?"
Zee's eyes sharpened, and he sat up in bed and licked his lips. "Yeah," he rasped. "Give me a show, Cinderella."
Draco's breathing quickened. He reached back and slowly lowered the zip of his skirt. Draco shimmied his hips, and the garment fell to the floor at his feet. He stepped out of it and struck a pose. Draco was left wearing only his mask, a corset, silk stockings, and ankle boots. His cock jutted forth proudly, and he saw that Zee's eyes were drawn to his erection.
Draco gave himself a stroke, from root to tip.
"Cinderella," growled Zee.
"I thought you wanted a show," said Draco, swiping his thumb over the dampness at the tip of his cock.
"You've given me a show," Zee said. "Now, get over here and give me a lap dance." He leaned back against the headboard and gave his own cock a suggestive stroke.
Draco's rim clenched in anticipation. He cleared his throat. "Lube?"
Zee fumbled behind himself, located a bottle, and tossed it over. Draco caught it easily and flipped the cap open. He placed one booted foot on the bed and reached between his legs. His eyelashes fluttered as he prepared himself.
On the bed, Zee squeezed the base of his cock. "You're killing me," he husked.
"I haven't even started yet," said Draco. He tossed the bottle aside and joined Zee on the bed. Draco smeared the excess lube on his lover's cock, then he straddled Zee's thighs. He took command of Zee's cock, stroking it until Zee was gasping and writhing beneath him.
Zee grasped Draco's arse with both hands and tugged him into position. "Ride me," he demanded.
It was an order that Draco was happy to obey. He brought the head of Zee's cock to his rim and pushed down. Draco gasped when the tip penetrated his rim. He leaned forward and braced both hands on Zee's chest. Slowly, Draco lowered himself. Zee was breathing hard, but he held still, allowing Draco to set the pace. Draco took a moment to relish the fullness and the burn of being stretched and filled by Zee's thick cock. He pushed himself up, flexed his fingers into Zee's pecs, and began to move.
Draco raised his hips, enjoying the drag and the friction against his inner walls. He dropped back down, causing Zee to grunt in reaction. Draco repeated the motion until he was bouncing up and down on Zee's lap, taking his lover's cock and treating Zee to the most erotic of lap dances. Draco rose up and squeezed the crown of Zee's cock with a clench of his rim, then he sank back down and swiveled his hips.
Zee's hands stroked Draco's silk-clad thighs, kneading them with his fingers. He arched up, meeting each of Draco's down strokes and groaning in pleasure. Draco shifted his weight and wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock. He began to stroke himself, trying to wank in the same rhythm he was riding Zee with.
It was fantastic...tremendous...brilliant.
Draco could happily spend the rest of his life riding Zee's cock.
Zee pushed Draco's hand away and gripped Draco's swollen length. He began to pump Draco's erection with smooth, sure strokes.
Draco moaned and threw his head back. Now, he was free to brace both hands on Zee's chest and move atop his lover with abandon. Both of them were panting and groaning as they fucked on Zee's large bed. Draco's muscles tightened; he was getting close. He found the perfect angle and rubbed up and down. Zee thumbed beneath the head of Draco's cock, and Draco flew apart. His back arched and his head fell back, exposing the line of his throat. Draco ground himself on Zee's prick as he erupted over his lover's hand.
As he came down from his erotic high, Draco listed to the side.
Zee abruptly sat up and reversed their positions. He lost penetration, but he spread Draco's legs wide and thrust into him again. Draco whimpered and bucked up as his cock released another dribble of semen. His breath huffed out each time Zee slammed into him. Draco lay sprawled upon the bed, giving himself up to Zee's erotic demands.
Zee worked Draco's hole, in and out, in and out, until he tensed above Draco and climaxed with a harsh groan. He filled Draco with his release, then collapsed on top of him and buried his face in Draco's neck.
Draco hummed and ran both hands up and down Zee's damp back. Other than the actual sex, he enjoyed this...the afterglow...most of all. Zee's prick was still inside of him, but it was softening and would soon slip free. Draco tightened around his lover, wanting to hold onto Zee as long as he could.
"You're killing me."
Draco smiled against his lover's hair. "You seem to say that an awful lot," he mused.
Zee sighed and pulled out carefully. He situated himself next to Draco and placed a possessive hand on Draco's stomach. "So, tell me about Todd the Troll."
Constant Contact
Author:
enchanted_jaeCharacters: ???/Draco, ocs
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity, cross-dressing
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1030
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
asnq8, who asked for Club Coquette Summary: Is that a hint of jealousy?
"Where were you earlier?"
Draco stood up from where Zee had bent him over the sofa and winced as his muscles twinged. "I was at a deadly dull dinner party, fending off the advances of Todd the Troll," he replied.
One of Zee's dark brows rose above the top edge of his mask. "That certainly sounds...interesting."
Draco scoffed as he jerked his short skirt back into place. He turned and went down the hall, using Zee's well-appointed en suite to clean up after their carnal activities. When Draco exited the bathroom, Zee was reclining on his bed, wearing nothing but his mask and a seductive smile.
Draco flung a hand over his eyes and exclaimed in falsetto, "Oh! I fear for my virtue!"
Zee responded with a robust laugh. "Your virtue was gone long before I met you."
Draco grinned and strutted to the edge of the bed. He placed a knee on the mattress, but Zee held up a hand to stop him.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Cinderella."
Draco drew back and brought one hand to the hem of his skirt. "Shall I disrobe for you?"
Zee's eyes sharpened, and he sat up in bed and licked his lips. "Yeah," he rasped. "Give me a show, Cinderella."
Draco's breathing quickened. He reached back and slowly lowered the zip of his skirt. Draco shimmied his hips, and the garment fell to the floor at his feet. He stepped out of it and struck a pose. Draco was left wearing only his mask, a corset, silk stockings, and ankle boots. His cock jutted forth proudly, and he saw that Zee's eyes were drawn to his erection.
Draco gave himself a stroke, from root to tip.
"Cinderella," growled Zee.
"I thought you wanted a show," said Draco, swiping his thumb over the dampness at the tip of his cock.
"You've given me a show," Zee said. "Now, get over here and give me a lap dance." He leaned back against the headboard and gave his own cock a suggestive stroke.
Draco's rim clenched in anticipation. He cleared his throat. "Lube?"
Zee fumbled behind himself, located a bottle, and tossed it over. Draco caught it easily and flipped the cap open. He placed one booted foot on the bed and reached between his legs. His eyelashes fluttered as he prepared himself.
On the bed, Zee squeezed the base of his cock. "You're killing me," he husked.
"I haven't even started yet," said Draco. He tossed the bottle aside and joined Zee on the bed. Draco smeared the excess lube on his lover's cock, then he straddled Zee's thighs. He took command of Zee's cock, stroking it until Zee was gasping and writhing beneath him.
Zee grasped Draco's arse with both hands and tugged him into position. "Ride me," he demanded.
It was an order that Draco was happy to obey. He brought the head of Zee's cock to his rim and pushed down. Draco gasped when the tip penetrated his rim. He leaned forward and braced both hands on Zee's chest. Slowly, Draco lowered himself. Zee was breathing hard, but he held still, allowing Draco to set the pace. Draco took a moment to relish the fullness and the burn of being stretched and filled by Zee's thick cock. He pushed himself up, flexed his fingers into Zee's pecs, and began to move.
Draco raised his hips, enjoying the drag and the friction against his inner walls. He dropped back down, causing Zee to grunt in reaction. Draco repeated the motion until he was bouncing up and down on Zee's lap, taking his lover's cock and treating Zee to the most erotic of lap dances. Draco rose up and squeezed the crown of Zee's cock with a clench of his rim, then he sank back down and swiveled his hips.
Zee's hands stroked Draco's silk-clad thighs, kneading them with his fingers. He arched up, meeting each of Draco's down strokes and groaning in pleasure. Draco shifted his weight and wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock. He began to stroke himself, trying to wank in the same rhythm he was riding Zee with.
It was fantastic...tremendous...brilliant.
Draco could happily spend the rest of his life riding Zee's cock.
Zee pushed Draco's hand away and gripped Draco's swollen length. He began to pump Draco's erection with smooth, sure strokes.
Draco moaned and threw his head back. Now, he was free to brace both hands on Zee's chest and move atop his lover with abandon. Both of them were panting and groaning as they fucked on Zee's large bed. Draco's muscles tightened; he was getting close. He found the perfect angle and rubbed up and down. Zee thumbed beneath the head of Draco's cock, and Draco flew apart. His back arched and his head fell back, exposing the line of his throat. Draco ground himself on Zee's prick as he erupted over his lover's hand.
As he came down from his erotic high, Draco listed to the side.
Zee abruptly sat up and reversed their positions. He lost penetration, but he spread Draco's legs wide and thrust into him again. Draco whimpered and bucked up as his cock released another dribble of semen. His breath huffed out each time Zee slammed into him. Draco lay sprawled upon the bed, giving himself up to Zee's erotic demands.
Zee worked Draco's hole, in and out, in and out, until he tensed above Draco and climaxed with a harsh groan. He filled Draco with his release, then collapsed on top of him and buried his face in Draco's neck.
Draco hummed and ran both hands up and down Zee's damp back. Other than the actual sex, he enjoyed this...the afterglow...most of all. Zee's prick was still inside of him, but it was softening and would soon slip free. Draco tightened around his lover, wanting to hold onto Zee as long as he could.
"You're killing me."
Draco smiled against his lover's hair. "You seem to say that an awful lot," he mused.
Zee sighed and pulled out carefully. He situated himself next to Draco and placed a possessive hand on Draco's stomach. "So, tell me about Todd the Troll."
Constant Contact
