sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-04-06 17:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | double entendre fun friday |
Friday fun!
Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Same as always...
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): PWP
Word count: 417
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for Friday Fun. I was tagged by sassy_cissa and given the prompt of It wasn't supposed to end like this. I vowed I could turn that prompt into fluff, but I ended up turning it into porn, instead. *sheepish grin*
Summary: Draco had every intention of giving Potter a piece of his mind, not a piece of his arse.
It wasn't supposed to end like this, thought Draco.
He had stormed into Puddlemere's dressing room after the game, intent on telling Potter just what he thought of the other Seeker's blatant cheating during the match. Potter had hauled him into the training room so they could "have it out"
Instead, it had led to Potter having Draco.
Currently, he was bent over the massage table, while Potter's cock massaged his arsehole with long, hot strokes. "Potter," gasped Draco, gripping the edges of the table and arching his back into each thrust. "This isn't what I came for."
"No," agreed Harry, driving into the silken heat of Malfoy's snug hole, "but it will have you coming."
"Prick," snarled Draco, before crying out in pleasure as a particularly hard thrust by Potter jarred his prostate, shooting sparks along his nerve endings. Potter's prediction was proving accurate, as Draco was on the verge of coming, and coming hard. When his climax hit, it caused him to wail in ecstasy and buck wildly beneath Potter's pounding hips.
For Harry, the sudden clench of Malfoy's arse along the length of his throbbing shaft was like nirvana, and he groaned in delight as he drove harder and faster into that hot haven.
Once his orgasm passed, Draco allowed himself to wilt onto the table, spent and breathless, while Potter continued rutting over him in a frenzy. The other Seeker gave a final deep thrust and climaxed with a howl of pleasure. Draco grimaced at the sticky warmth flooding him. Good thing I haven't showered yet, he thought sourly. Potter's softened cock slipped free, and he stepped back, allowing Draco to stand up straight and smooth his uniform down with a disapproving huff. As he righted his clothing, an alarming thought occurred to Draco. "I say, Potter. You did think to cast a Silencing charm, yeah?"
Harry paused in the act of zipping up and regarded the anxious blond before him. "I can't say that I did, Malfoy. Didn't you think of it?"
Draco recalled the indecent sounds he'd made in the throes of orgasm, and his face flushed scarlet. "No, I didn't cast the charm, you tosser!" he hissed angrily. "Surely, everyone heard us fucking like Kneazles. Now what will they think?"
Harry shrugged, unconcerned with the situation. "They'll think we got into a row and had fabulous make up sex...same as we always do."
For the next victim Friday fic, I tag jean_c_pepper with the prompt of "Is somebody having a bad day?"