hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-05-20 23:05:00 |
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Current mood: | ditzy |
Entry tags: | cherry-fic, prompt 10: fantasy |
Original poster: dripping_cherry
Well, it's no longer Saturday in my part of the world... but somehwere it still is :D Sorry I'm late with this.
Title: Fantasy Lover
Author: dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-7
Disclaimer: Harry, Draco, and the HP universe belong to J.K.Rowling. I do not profit from this fiction. This author is not responsible for underage readers.
Wordcount: 2417
Summary: Harry came across an intriguing potion in the adult section of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Written for the Fantasy prompt at hd_365
The tiny, ornate bottle was warm in the hollow of his palm. He closed his fingers around it and picked up the box to read the product information on the back.
About the Fantasy Lover Potion™
One bottle of Fantasy Lover Potion™ will turn your wizard into a dream sex machine. This patented new formula works on three levels to guarantee a night you will remember. Aside from its aphrodisiacal qualities, Fantasy Lover Potion™ will also work wonders on your wizard’s love tool, boost his sexual prowess and increase his stamina threefold.
Harry’s eyes widened, even though he was reading this for the second time—Draco usually lasted about an hour whenever he topped, and was an exceptionally skilled and well-endowed lover to begin with. So, to Harry, the results of this potion spelled at least three hours of godly, if slightly painful loving. Now that was something to look forward to.
Make sure you follow these five easy steps to ensure that you unlock the potion’s full potential.
1. Choose an evening when you and your lover can be alone and undisturbed for the remainder of the night.
2. Make sure that your wizard is well fed—he’ll need the extra energy!
3. Pour the contents of one bottle into his drink (alcoholic beverages are favorable as they have a tendency to amplify the effects of the potion.)
4. The potion will begin to take effect about a half hour to an hour after consumption. This is a good time to create a relaxing and romantic atmosphere—try giving your wizard a massage after dinner or taking bath together.
5. Lie back and enjoy!
Harry unscrewed the cap of the miniature bottle and sniffed its contents—the potion had a faint, fruity scent that would most likely go undetected in the Viognier Harry was planning on serving for dinner.
Speaking of dinner, it was getting late. Harry put the bottle back in its box and locked it in one of the drawers of his desk before heading off to the kitchen to begin cooking. He had already planned what he was going to cook for Draco tonight— Avocado and Mango Salad with Passion fruit Vinigarette, Lobster Pasta with Herbed Cream Sauce, Dark Chocolate Crème Brulee for dessert, and of course, Draco’s favorite white wine—Viognier. It was going to be a time consuming dinner to prepare, but Harry went about it with a broad grin as he imagined the rewards that it would bring.
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“I’m pleasantly surprised, Harry,” Draco said as he turned his fork in the pasta. “You’ve come to know exactly what I like.”
Harry smiled. “It seems I pay more attention to you than you think.”
“So it appears.”
“How’s the pasta?” asked Harry.
“It’s quite delicious. I could get used to this type of treatment.” Draco looked at Harry hopefully. Harry rolled his eyes.
“And the wine?”
“Ambrosial.”
“What does it smell like?” Harry asked, as Draco swirled the wine in his glass and sniffed. “I never could pick up on all those aromas wines are supposed to have.”
“Apricots, orange blossoms, and… something else I can’t quite describe.”
“Hmm...” Harry suspected that the ‘something else’ was probably the potion he’d poured into the wine. He was greatly pleased when Draco swallowed the last of the golden liquid in the glass.
Draco had finished his pasta and was getting started on his brulee. He closed his eyes as he put the spoon into his mouth, and Harry felt his cock begin to stir. He wondered if the potion was already beginning to work.
“How about I go draw a bath for us,” Harry suggested, having finished his desert.
Draco opened his eyes and gave Harry a look that made him shiver with anticipation. “Great idea. I’ll be right there…” Draco flicked his tongue out to lick the brulee off of the spoon; Harry nearly groaned. He knew that if he lingered in that room any longer he would give in and let Draco have him on the table. But three or more hours was an awfully long time to be lying on wood was not quite what Harry had in mind, so he turned and ran upstairs to the ensuite bathroom.He took out his wand and muttered a couple of spells, lighting all the candles and turning on the water in the whirlpool. Then he began to undress.
Mirrors lined the walls of the bathroom, so it was impossible for Harry to miss the sight of Draco standing in the entry when he finished pulling his shirt over his head. The look in the blond’s eyes was predatory. Reluctantly, Harry pried his eyes away from Draco’s and continued working on his buckle.
“Let me help you with that,” said Draco.
Harry was already hard. He knew Draco could feel it as he unzipped his fly. The blond flashed his flirtiest grin as Harry stepped out of his pants, but didn’t touch his cock. “Get in there,” he said, inclining his head towards the tub.
Harry all but jumped into the whirlpool; some of the bubbles splashed out of the tub and onto the black and white marble. His eyes were locked on Draco as he undressed. He was waiting to see his lover’s cock, and was bitterly disappointed to see that it was only semi-erect. Wasn’t the potion working?
“Thank you for the wonderful dinner Harry,” said Draco in a tone so low it gave Harry goose bumps, despite the steaming water. Draco moved closer until his lips were nearly touching Harry’s ear. “I wonder, how else are you going to accommodate me tonight?”
Draco’s breath ghosting over his skin made Harry’s cock twitch. “Um…”
A slender, but strong hand wrapped itself around the base of Harry’s cock underwater, giving it a few slow strokes. “My, you’re awfully eager tonight, aren’t you?”
Whatever answer had started forming in Harry’s mind was lost when Draco’s lips came in contact with the side of his neck. Instead of stroking his cock, Draco’s fingers were now running up and down his inner thigh. The blond was placing kissing along his jawbone, and Harry had already parted his lips in anticipation of Draco’s tongue seeking entrance into his mouth.
Harry got his wish—like a serpent, Draco’s tongue slithered its way into his mouth. They both groaned as their tongues met in a prophetic dance that spoke of what was to come. When Draco pulled away, he was gasping. He picked Harry up and laid in on the edge of the tub, his mouth latching onto a perked up nipple.
“I’m so…hard… for you,” said Draco in between bites and kisses. Indeed, Harry could feel Draco’s cock against his thigh, now , and it was hard and menacing in size. He wondered how Draco could not have noticed the difference, and how he’d react when he did notice it.
Draco’s tongue glided down along the center of Harry’s abdomen, dipping into his navel. Harry was bucking and grunting, begging for more.
“Do you want me to shag you now?” asked Draco.
“What kind of a stupid question is that?” Harry managed to answer. He noticed a bottle of bath oil standing near his head and handed it to the blond.
Draco lifted himself from Harry and uncorked to bottle, pouring some oil over his fingers. “Spread your legs,” he said. He’d been looking at the oil trickling down onto his digits, and didn’t see that Harry’s legs already were spread.
Harry could feel his arse muscles clenching and unclenching in anticipation as Draco brought his hand in between his legs. An oily finger pushed past his sphincter and sent a jolt through his cock. Draco found his prostate instantaneously and began exploiting it without mercy.
“Please,” breathed Harry. “I want you inside me.”
“You might want to be a tad better prepared tonight, Harry, because apparently, my cock has grown overnight. Did you put something in my drink?”
Harry didn’t answer because a second finger penetrated him, and now Draco’s digits were scissoring inside of him. He felt his legs spread wider of their own accord. A third finger joined the other two.
Harry whimpered when Draco finally pulled out. As the blond rubbed oil onto his cock, Harry saw, for the first time that night, its size. And it looked a lot more intimidating than it had felt against his leg.
Draco pulled the brunet closer by the thighs and impaled him with one thrust forward.
“Ahhh!!!” Harry cried when a searing pain shot through his backside.
“Best not to draw it out,” said Draco. The blond grazed Harry’s shoulder lightly with his teeth as he allowed Harry to adjust to his girth.
The pain began to subside, turning into a slight burn which Harry found surprisingly pleasant. He felt so utterly filled and still he wanted more. If only Draco could actually crawl under his skin…
Harry began to buck against his lover. Draco took this as a sign to begin moving. Experimentally, he pulled out ever-so-slightly and pushed back in. When Harry didn’t protest, he began to move with more confidence.
Still inside of his lover, Draco lifted him up and seated himself back in the whirlpool with Harry on top of him.
“Ride me,” said Draco. And Harry obeyed. He circled his hips slowly, tantalizingly. With Draco’s current size, just that small amount of motion was enough to drive him over the edge any second.
Draco’s hands slid slowly up his torso. Then he pinched Harry’s nipples, and ohgod Harry was this close. He brushed his lips against Draco’s as he rode him just a little harder. The blonde’s tongue sliding in between his lips was his undoing—his vision turned black as he fell over the precipice, a strangled moan escaping his open mouth.
When Harry opened his eyes again, he could see that Draco was enraptured by the display he’d just put on. They stared for each other for a while before Draco stood, lifting Harry with him and declared, “We’re taking this to the bedroom.”
Harry hated the empty feeling he experienced when Draco pulled out of him so they could run out of the tub and into the bed. Thankfully, Draco didn’t hesitate in rejoining their bodies, and immediately upon landing on his back on the mattress, Harry felt himself being stretched by Draco’s cock.
Now that Draco regained dominance, he was rutting enthusiastically in between Harry’s legs. Every thrust hit that bundle of nerves inside Harry and he cried out repeatedly. His vocalizations served only to encourage his lover, who rode him ever faster, ever harder.
Harry’s hips were jerking of their own volition, his legs were quivering. He was on the verge of coming again, and Merlin did it feel like heaven. He dug his nails into Draco’s back, and then the one, particular thrust he’d been waiting for came—the one that pierced through the tension that had welled up deep inside him, bringing him release. Harry couldn’t remember ever crying Draco’s name out louder than now.
The thrusting stopped. Draco was laying soft kisses on his collarbone, waiting for his breathing to steady. When the blond looked up at him his eyes were dark, like molten metal. He smelled of the sandalwood-scented bubble breath and perspiration and Harry’s come. The mixture made Harry’s head spin.
“Gods, what’d you do to me, Harry?” said Draco, resting his head against Harry’s. He was rolling his hips again just slightly. Harry’s cock was snug in between their bodies and extremely sensitive to the friction caused by Draco’s body rubbing against his own. The night was still young, and Draco was apparently far from finishing. Harry only hoped is dick was up for what was yet to come.
Apparently, Draco was enjoying the languid pace he had set. Moaning against Harry’s lips, he ground his hips hard against his lover’s arse. Harry parted his lips, letting Draco’s tongue delve inside his mouth. The blond’s tongue moved as slowly as his body as he kissed Harry lovingly.
Harry couldn’t complain about his lover’s method of alternating between obsequious lovemaking and animalistic fucking. His cock was already beginning to respond to Draco’s gentleness, and the thought of being pounded into the mattress again at some later point made him moan into the blond’s mouth.
They made love this way for what seemed like hours. Draco brought Harry slowly to the brink again with slow but spectacularly aimed thrusts. The brunet’s cock ached and as the tension between his legs became almost unbearable.
“Harder, Draco,” he begged, and Draco drove into him with increasing force until Harry arched up against him and his cock flooded the space between their bodies with hot come.
Draco pulled out of Harry only to turn him around and plunge back in. Harry groaned—although he wanted this, his cock was protesting and he did feel exhausted. He almost wished Draco would finally come so that they could get to sleep. But those thoughts quickly fled when Draco began fucking him so thoroughly, battering his prostate with such precision that his overworked cock sprang slowly back to life, despite the ache.
Draco’s moans were becoming more desperate, Harry knew he was intent on coming and he longed to feel Draco’s seed spurting inside of him. His head buried in a pillow, he angled his hips upwards, crying out at the pleasure that subtle change caused.
Above him, Draco was panting loudly, pounding him so ruthlessly he could do nothing but lie limply in utter submission. Harry wanted to come with Draco this time, but he wasn’t sure how long he could withstand the carnal onslaught. He clenched every muscle in his body in an attempt to suspend his orgasm.
“Harry…” Draco moaned, thrusting still harder. “I’m coming…” And that was enough, Harry’s climax ripped through him, making his fingers and toes curl and his body convulse as he felt himself being flooded with liquid heat.
In the throes of orgasm, Harry hadn’t even noticed Draco’s teeth clamping down on his shoulder, breaking through the skin. He didn’t mind the pain he felt now, though.
“Merlin, that was good,” said Harry, wincing as Draco pulled out of him.
“Yes,” Draco admitted as he plopped down beside Harry. “But you’re not getting off this easy, you know.”
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, sounding worried.
“You owe me three orgasms,” drawled Draco. “Now get to work.”
The end.