Update: Draco Malfoy Unwrapped 5/?
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nicevennTitle: Draco Malfoy Unwrapped 5/?
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dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,230
Beta/britpick: Many thanks tonoeon and 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.
Leave it to Draco Malfoy to demand we get straight to business. I did not spend the last half hour preparing dinner so he could remind me that this is not a date. Granted, it isn't the multicourse meal of the type he's probably used to, but I do make a mean prawn Alfredo. I shrug at his tight-lipped mien and set the bowl of pasta on the table.
"You don't have to eat if you don't want to, but I'm hungry— and I'm going to need the energy." I send him a wink and he blushes.
As he reluctantly takes his seat, I open up a bottle of Chardonnay and fill our glasses. Something tells me that, as a Malfoy, he has probably been taught to savour his wine, to sip it delicately, but he reaches for it right away and drains a third of the golden liquid in one go. I hide a smirk as I put the bottle down. Nervous, is he?
My stomach grumbles at the sight and smell of the Alfredo. I lift my fork and twirl some fettuccini around it, pretending to be oblivious to the anxiety emanating from him, but I do take note when he finally takes a deep breath and begins to eat. I watch the way his pink mouth closes around his fork and I feel a surge of heat travel south. My stomach begins to form into a knot and I avert my gaze, turning my attention back to the pasta on my plate. I don’t recall anyone ever having such a strong effect on me.
As the wine continues to flow, we loosen up a bit, but the heat and tension rise until finally we stumble into my bedroom, heads buzzing and cocks rubbing together through too many layers of cloth. His mouth is hot and welcoming and surprisingly submissive. I guide him backwards onto the bed and cover his body with my own. He is bucking against me, hands gripping my arse and pulling me closer.
My kisses are sloppy, impatient and wet. I can't decide where my mouth should linger. Why can't I be everywhere at once? I pull back to unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. Then I hook my fingers under the band of his trousers and give them a tug, watching for his reaction. He observes me with softly parted lips, a strand of blond hair coming loose from the gelled-back style and falling in his eyes. Seeing no resistance, I unbutton his trousers and pull them off.
Oh. Fuck. He's absolutely stunning. I feel like I'm the virgin, worrying whether I'll be able to please the Adonis leaning back on his elbows on my bed, his pale cock rising up from a base of golden curls to rest against his belly . Oh well, best not to focus on my insecurities. I fight to ignore the tightness in my throat as I take off my clothes and reclaim my position between his legs.
I cover his mouth with my lips again, caressing his tongue with my own before kissing a trail down his neck and torso. He gasps when I dip my tongue into his navel and raises his head to watch me close the distance to his cock. I meet his gaze as my lips hover over the head and he swallows hard.
The musky smell overwhelms my senses as I take the tip of his dick into my mouth. His head falls back on contact and he releases a pent-up breath. Groaning at the bitter-salty taste on my tongue, I begin to roll his balls in my hand as I take him deeper in my throat and work up a rhythm.
He shifts, spreading his legs a bit wider, and that's my cue to take the next step. Slowly I move a single finger down to the smooth skin behind his balls. He tenses for only a moment until I increase the suction on his cock and wiggle my tongue along its length. Sliding my fingertip lower still, I press it against his puckered hole, nudging and circling but not pushing past the velvety skin. He tightens his grip on my hair, breathing harshly, and I'm reluctant to abandon him even for the few seconds it takes to Accio the lube and spread it over my fingers.
Stroking his cock firmly to distract him, I bring a now-slick fingertip to his entrance and push inside. He lets out a shuddering breath as I push past the tight ring of muscle and my finger glides in the rest of the way. His passage is so tight and hot it makes my dick twitch. I place kisses along his shaft as I begin to push my finger in and out of him, angling for his prostate. Once he starts moaning and muttering appreciative nonsense, I add a second finger and begin to stretch him. I make quick work of it because there's an unbearable ache in my groin; by the sound of it, he can't wait anymore, either.
"Just do it," he says breathlessly, spreading his legs wider in invitation.
Who could refuse?
I pop open the bottle of lube again and slather it onto my cock. He's so accommodating, so willing—in contrast to how he behaves in every other situation— as he raises his legs over my shoulders; it's a privilege to be the first to witness it. I want to be the only person to ever witness it. No one else should have the right to see a Malfoy like this.
I thrust forward, sheathing myself inside him in one unforgiving stroke. His grimace makes it clear he hates me for it, but he'll forgive me soon enough. I make certain of it by tilting my hips to hit that spot that makes him lose his inhibitions and cry out loud. Fuck, he's tight. I know I won't last long, so I build up a rhythm quickly and start stroking his cock in time. His lips are still red, swollen from our earlier kisses; I can't resist leaning in for another. He buries his hand in my hair and moans into my mouth, the vibrations going straight to my prick. When I pull back, his lips are shiny with saliva. The sight alone is enough to push me closer to the edge.
"Come with me, Draco," I say, tightening my grip on his cock and stroking faster. I'm pounding into him so hard now; the sound of our skin smacking together sends a thrill through my veins. My balls draw up as the pressure reaches its height and then I'm coming, biting into his shoulder as my orgasm rips through me.
His hand joins mine on his cock because I've obviously forgotten to keep stroking. He tenses, back arching, and gives a strangled moan. Suddenly there's warmth splattering my belly and flowing over my hand. I can't help but kiss him again as I languidly thrust into him one last time, but he's not very responsive. I don't blame him.
"Fuck," he whispers, still breathing hard as I pull out and lie down next to him.
My lips curl. "See what you've been missing?"
He doesn't answer, but I'm not fussed. Clearly he enjoyed it. But was it enough to keep him coming back for more?
Next chapter.
Author:
dripping_cherry Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,230
Beta/britpick: Many thanks to
noeon and 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.
Leave it to Draco Malfoy to demand we get straight to business. I did not spend the last half hour preparing dinner so he could remind me that this is not a date. Granted, it isn't the multicourse meal of the type he's probably used to, but I do make a mean prawn Alfredo. I shrug at his tight-lipped mien and set the bowl of pasta on the table.
"You don't have to eat if you don't want to, but I'm hungry— and I'm going to need the energy." I send him a wink and he blushes.
As he reluctantly takes his seat, I open up a bottle of Chardonnay and fill our glasses. Something tells me that, as a Malfoy, he has probably been taught to savour his wine, to sip it delicately, but he reaches for it right away and drains a third of the golden liquid in one go. I hide a smirk as I put the bottle down. Nervous, is he?
My stomach grumbles at the sight and smell of the Alfredo. I lift my fork and twirl some fettuccini around it, pretending to be oblivious to the anxiety emanating from him, but I do take note when he finally takes a deep breath and begins to eat. I watch the way his pink mouth closes around his fork and I feel a surge of heat travel south. My stomach begins to form into a knot and I avert my gaze, turning my attention back to the pasta on my plate. I don’t recall anyone ever having such a strong effect on me.
As the wine continues to flow, we loosen up a bit, but the heat and tension rise until finally we stumble into my bedroom, heads buzzing and cocks rubbing together through too many layers of cloth. His mouth is hot and welcoming and surprisingly submissive. I guide him backwards onto the bed and cover his body with my own. He is bucking against me, hands gripping my arse and pulling me closer.
My kisses are sloppy, impatient and wet. I can't decide where my mouth should linger. Why can't I be everywhere at once? I pull back to unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. Then I hook my fingers under the band of his trousers and give them a tug, watching for his reaction. He observes me with softly parted lips, a strand of blond hair coming loose from the gelled-back style and falling in his eyes. Seeing no resistance, I unbutton his trousers and pull them off.
Oh. Fuck. He's absolutely stunning. I feel like I'm the virgin, worrying whether I'll be able to please the Adonis leaning back on his elbows on my bed, his pale cock rising up from a base of golden curls to rest against his belly . Oh well, best not to focus on my insecurities. I fight to ignore the tightness in my throat as I take off my clothes and reclaim my position between his legs.
I cover his mouth with my lips again, caressing his tongue with my own before kissing a trail down his neck and torso. He gasps when I dip my tongue into his navel and raises his head to watch me close the distance to his cock. I meet his gaze as my lips hover over the head and he swallows hard.
The musky smell overwhelms my senses as I take the tip of his dick into my mouth. His head falls back on contact and he releases a pent-up breath. Groaning at the bitter-salty taste on my tongue, I begin to roll his balls in my hand as I take him deeper in my throat and work up a rhythm.
He shifts, spreading his legs a bit wider, and that's my cue to take the next step. Slowly I move a single finger down to the smooth skin behind his balls. He tenses for only a moment until I increase the suction on his cock and wiggle my tongue along its length. Sliding my fingertip lower still, I press it against his puckered hole, nudging and circling but not pushing past the velvety skin. He tightens his grip on my hair, breathing harshly, and I'm reluctant to abandon him even for the few seconds it takes to Accio the lube and spread it over my fingers.
Stroking his cock firmly to distract him, I bring a now-slick fingertip to his entrance and push inside. He lets out a shuddering breath as I push past the tight ring of muscle and my finger glides in the rest of the way. His passage is so tight and hot it makes my dick twitch. I place kisses along his shaft as I begin to push my finger in and out of him, angling for his prostate. Once he starts moaning and muttering appreciative nonsense, I add a second finger and begin to stretch him. I make quick work of it because there's an unbearable ache in my groin; by the sound of it, he can't wait anymore, either.
"Just do it," he says breathlessly, spreading his legs wider in invitation.
Who could refuse?
I pop open the bottle of lube again and slather it onto my cock. He's so accommodating, so willing—in contrast to how he behaves in every other situation— as he raises his legs over my shoulders; it's a privilege to be the first to witness it. I want to be the only person to ever witness it. No one else should have the right to see a Malfoy like this.
I thrust forward, sheathing myself inside him in one unforgiving stroke. His grimace makes it clear he hates me for it, but he'll forgive me soon enough. I make certain of it by tilting my hips to hit that spot that makes him lose his inhibitions and cry out loud. Fuck, he's tight. I know I won't last long, so I build up a rhythm quickly and start stroking his cock in time. His lips are still red, swollen from our earlier kisses; I can't resist leaning in for another. He buries his hand in my hair and moans into my mouth, the vibrations going straight to my prick. When I pull back, his lips are shiny with saliva. The sight alone is enough to push me closer to the edge.
"Come with me, Draco," I say, tightening my grip on his cock and stroking faster. I'm pounding into him so hard now; the sound of our skin smacking together sends a thrill through my veins. My balls draw up as the pressure reaches its height and then I'm coming, biting into his shoulder as my orgasm rips through me.
His hand joins mine on his cock because I've obviously forgotten to keep stroking. He tenses, back arching, and gives a strangled moan. Suddenly there's warmth splattering my belly and flowing over my hand. I can't help but kiss him again as I languidly thrust into him one last time, but he's not very responsive. I don't blame him.
"Fuck," he whispers, still breathing hard as I pull out and lie down next to him.
My lips curl. "See what you've been missing?"
He doesn't answer, but I'm not fussed. Clearly he enjoyed it. But was it enough to keep him coming back for more?
Next chapter.
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Date: 2009-06-15 03:11 am (UTC)Thanks for reading an commenting. I'm glad you're enjoying it.
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Date: 2009-06-15 01:52 am (UTC)*topples out of chair*
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Date: 2009-06-15 03:10 am (UTC)*helps you back up*
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Date: 2009-06-15 02:06 am (UTC)Is it mean of me that I'm looking forward to the likely angst that will ensue? ;)
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Date: 2009-06-15 03:09 am (UTC)LOL.
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Date: 2009-06-15 02:35 am (UTC)gahh, that was awesomee.
can't wait to see what happens next :D
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Date: 2009-06-15 04:35 am (UTC)(melts)
"No one else should have the privilege
to see Malfoy like this." Intense, sweet, guh!
A welcome update! Enjoyed immensely.
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Date: 2009-06-15 06:06 am (UTC)GOD~~~
I LOVE YOU XD
waiting for next~!
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Date: 2009-06-15 07:55 am (UTC)Thanks a lot! I'll be following the updates!
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Date: 2009-06-16 05:41 pm (UTC)Thank you thank you thank you for not dragging the pre-devirginafying out...I couldn't handle the whole "will they do it or not"
SEXY...now if only all first times were as good as that.
Anyways if my review (yes that's what this is suppose to be) doesn't make sense I shall sumerise:I like...a lot.
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