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enchanted_jaeTitle: Play Nice
Author:enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Frotting, ust
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for March 2011's JMDC winnerlijahlover, who requested mind-numbing, hot, sexy kissing w/ Harry pinning Draco against a wall with parseltongue and thrusting against the wall, ust
♦hd_commentfest - parseltongue fest, using this prompt: Harry has trouble controlling his magic and his hormones after the war. Pent up sexual frustration leads him to burst into spontaneous displays of wild magic and Parseltongue when he is feeling aroused. Enter one Draco Malfoy, who likes to tease Potter.
Summary: Draco plays with fire and gets burned.
Playing with fire will only get you burned, Pansy had warned. True to form, Draco had ignored her, and now he was paying the price. Oh, but being wrong felt so good...
Draco and Pansy, along with a dozen other students, had returned to Hogwarts to complete their seventh year of schooling. Draco had been surprised that Potter was among the returnees. Gone was the gawky teenager Draco remembered, and in his place was a brooding young man who was prone to outbursts of uncontrolled magic and rants in Parseltongue. Draco found it strangely arousing, and he had taken to prodding Potter's infamous temper simply to get a rise out of his rival.
On this occasion, Draco had encountered Potter in an empty corridor after the underage students were tucked safely in their dorms. He had begun needling Potter, continuing the barrage of goading even when Potter's jaw firmed and he turned to walk away. Something Draco had said had touched a nerve, and Potter had whirled back around to shove Draco up against a wall. His eyes had flashed green fire while angry, sibilant sounds hissed from between his clenched teeth.
Draco's cock had responded with an eager throb, and he had been unable to stifle the breathy moan that tumbled from his lips. Potter had halted his tirade to give him an odd look, and then a rather wicked smirk had stolen over his face.
"Like that, do you, Malfoy?" he'd taunted.
Draco had meant to deny it, but when Potter had begun to speak in Parseltongue once more, Draco had moaned again and arched against him. He hadn't expected Potter to abruptly snog him. Draco had been shocked at first, but he had quickly responded, which is how he found himself in his current predicament.
Pansy's warnings be damned, this is what Draco had been wanting ever since the beginning of term. He made a whimpering sound in his throat and opened his mouth, allowing Potter to deepen the kiss. Potter's tongue snaked past Draco's parted lips to lick and stroke each slick surface in his mouth. It was hot and wet and messy and fantastic. Draco groaned and used his own tongue to engage Potter's in a seductive tangle.
Potter's hips pushed insistently into Draco, leaving Draco little doubt as to the level of Potter's arousal. Draco shifted his stance, opening his legs and allowing Potter to mash their groins together. Potter managed to align their hard cocks through their clothing, and the two of them frotted there against the wall in the corridor. Draco wanted to take a more active role in the situation, but Potter continued to pin him to the rough, cold stones with the weight of his body.
Potter lifted his head, leaving Draco's lips tingling and bereft. He hissed once more in Parseltongue, emphasizing the susurrations with a hard thrust of his hips.
Draco gasped and clutched at Potter's jumper even as he rubbed his cock against the bulge of Potter's erection. "Wh-what are you saying?" he panted. Draco wanted to know...he needed to know.
"I said, I could take you right here, and you'd let me, wouldn't you, Malfoy?" growled Potter. He angled his head and latched onto the tender skin of Draco's neck with hungry lips, kissing and nipping at the sensitive spot just below Draco's ear.
"Yes," moaned Draco, not sure if he was answering Potter's crude question or responding to the hot mouth on his flesh. Those nibbling lips were withdrawn, and Draco groaned in dismay.
"Is that why you've been following me around and harassing me into losing my temper?" Potter demanded. He pressed his hips more firmly into the cradle of Draco's thighs.
"Yes," Draco admitted, trying to arch closer to that intoxicating heat.
Potter's body stilled against him, and Draco blinked his eyes open to meet Potter's curious regard. Potter took a step back, putting some distance between them. "Next time, try asking me nicely," he drawled. He reached between Draco's parted legs and gave him a final grope through his trousers.
Draco's knees nearly gave way, but Potter cruelly released him and left without another word. Only his wicked chuckle echoed back down the corridor as he walked away, leaving Draco frustrated and aching.
Draco gulped in a few deep breaths as he tried to calm his rampaging hormones. Damn Potter and his ability to just leave all this sexual tension unresolved. "Ask me nicely, indeed," muttered Draco. He was a Slytherin; he didn't know how to play nice.
Author:
enchanted_jaeCharacters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Frotting, ust
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for March 2011's JMDC winner
lijahlover, who requested mind-numbing, hot, sexy kissing w/ Harry pinning Draco against a wall with parseltongue and thrusting against the wall, ust♦
hd_commentfest - parseltongue fest, using this prompt: Harry has trouble controlling his magic and his hormones after the war. Pent up sexual frustration leads him to burst into spontaneous displays of wild magic and Parseltongue when he is feeling aroused. Enter one Draco Malfoy, who likes to tease Potter.Summary: Draco plays with fire and gets burned.
Playing with fire will only get you burned, Pansy had warned. True to form, Draco had ignored her, and now he was paying the price. Oh, but being wrong felt so good...
Draco and Pansy, along with a dozen other students, had returned to Hogwarts to complete their seventh year of schooling. Draco had been surprised that Potter was among the returnees. Gone was the gawky teenager Draco remembered, and in his place was a brooding young man who was prone to outbursts of uncontrolled magic and rants in Parseltongue. Draco found it strangely arousing, and he had taken to prodding Potter's infamous temper simply to get a rise out of his rival.
On this occasion, Draco had encountered Potter in an empty corridor after the underage students were tucked safely in their dorms. He had begun needling Potter, continuing the barrage of goading even when Potter's jaw firmed and he turned to walk away. Something Draco had said had touched a nerve, and Potter had whirled back around to shove Draco up against a wall. His eyes had flashed green fire while angry, sibilant sounds hissed from between his clenched teeth.
Draco's cock had responded with an eager throb, and he had been unable to stifle the breathy moan that tumbled from his lips. Potter had halted his tirade to give him an odd look, and then a rather wicked smirk had stolen over his face.
"Like that, do you, Malfoy?" he'd taunted.
Draco had meant to deny it, but when Potter had begun to speak in Parseltongue once more, Draco had moaned again and arched against him. He hadn't expected Potter to abruptly snog him. Draco had been shocked at first, but he had quickly responded, which is how he found himself in his current predicament.
Pansy's warnings be damned, this is what Draco had been wanting ever since the beginning of term. He made a whimpering sound in his throat and opened his mouth, allowing Potter to deepen the kiss. Potter's tongue snaked past Draco's parted lips to lick and stroke each slick surface in his mouth. It was hot and wet and messy and fantastic. Draco groaned and used his own tongue to engage Potter's in a seductive tangle.
Potter's hips pushed insistently into Draco, leaving Draco little doubt as to the level of Potter's arousal. Draco shifted his stance, opening his legs and allowing Potter to mash their groins together. Potter managed to align their hard cocks through their clothing, and the two of them frotted there against the wall in the corridor. Draco wanted to take a more active role in the situation, but Potter continued to pin him to the rough, cold stones with the weight of his body.
Potter lifted his head, leaving Draco's lips tingling and bereft. He hissed once more in Parseltongue, emphasizing the susurrations with a hard thrust of his hips.
Draco gasped and clutched at Potter's jumper even as he rubbed his cock against the bulge of Potter's erection. "Wh-what are you saying?" he panted. Draco wanted to know...he needed to know.
"I said, I could take you right here, and you'd let me, wouldn't you, Malfoy?" growled Potter. He angled his head and latched onto the tender skin of Draco's neck with hungry lips, kissing and nipping at the sensitive spot just below Draco's ear.
"Yes," moaned Draco, not sure if he was answering Potter's crude question or responding to the hot mouth on his flesh. Those nibbling lips were withdrawn, and Draco groaned in dismay.
"Is that why you've been following me around and harassing me into losing my temper?" Potter demanded. He pressed his hips more firmly into the cradle of Draco's thighs.
"Yes," Draco admitted, trying to arch closer to that intoxicating heat.
Potter's body stilled against him, and Draco blinked his eyes open to meet Potter's curious regard. Potter took a step back, putting some distance between them. "Next time, try asking me nicely," he drawled. He reached between Draco's parted legs and gave him a final grope through his trousers.
Draco's knees nearly gave way, but Potter cruelly released him and left without another word. Only his wicked chuckle echoed back down the corridor as he walked away, leaving Draco frustrated and aching.
Draco gulped in a few deep breaths as he tried to calm his rampaging hormones. Damn Potter and his ability to just leave all this sexual tension unresolved. "Ask me nicely, indeed," muttered Draco. He was a Slytherin; he didn't know how to play nice.
