Leather
Title: Leather
Genre: Smut
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Leather smacking against skin. I love the sound. Red against blush pale. Blood on his skin, he looks so innocent and so dirty at the same time. It is our nightly ritual. Leather, chains, blood.
I finish lacing up my boots. Vinyl, all of my outfit is in vinyl, with chains. That’s how he likes it. I reach into my trunk, past all the schoolbooks, to the whip and handcuffs. I make my way to the door, but before exiting I put on a robe to guard against the cold.
Being a prefect has all the perks, like a room to yourself. That’s where I’m headed, to his private dorm. The password is blood, because he knows I love it so. He is waiting for me, always waiting. He never comes to me; sometimes it makes me feel used. It’s almost as if he doesn’t care. When it gets like that I take my anger out on him.
He enjoys every second of it, so it doesn’t really solve the problem. Maybe tonight I’ll do things differently. Maybe tonight I’ll make him beg, he hates begging.
My robes, along with the whip, hit the floor as he pulls me into bed, eyes hungry and full of lust. “I’ve been a very bad boy today, punish me.” I reach down into my robe pockets, inside are my wand and the handcuffs. I get both, whip staying on the floor.
I place the handcuffs on his wrists, then cast a spell that ties his hands to the headboard. He is stretched out on his stomach before me; this is how it always starts. I sit between his open legs, whip now in hand. Tonight I’ll wait a little while before I whip him.
Running my hands along his back, leaning down in the process, I move so that I am in line with him, held up only by my elbows. The kisses on his back start soft, but get rougher with time, until I am biting him. Hard enough to mark, not enough to bleed. He cries out in pain or pleasure, both are the same. He calls my name in a plea to continue.
Suddenly, I sit up. I bring the whip down hard against his back. He screams, I smirk. Again and again I hit him; I hit him until he bleeds. His voice is hoarse from screaming, the room echoes with his last cry. Blood blossoms from the wounds, and I lick it up. My tongue is hard and fast against his skin, taking in all I can of him. My hands roam around his body to his chest. Nails scrapping along, cutting. Abruptly I stop, moving to the far end of the bed, undoing his bindings.
He looks at me, eyes still full of lust and need. In one quick move he is upon me, riding me like there is no tomorrow. Soon, all to soon, he is spent. He crawls off me, curling beside, wrapping his sweat and blood covered arms around me. “Tonight, Harry, was wonderful. I love you.”
With that my sweet dragon fell asleep, “I love you too Draco.”
Genre: Smut
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Leather smacking against skin. I love the sound. Red against blush pale. Blood on his skin, he looks so innocent and so dirty at the same time. It is our nightly ritual. Leather, chains, blood.
I finish lacing up my boots. Vinyl, all of my outfit is in vinyl, with chains. That’s how he likes it. I reach into my trunk, past all the schoolbooks, to the whip and handcuffs. I make my way to the door, but before exiting I put on a robe to guard against the cold.
Being a prefect has all the perks, like a room to yourself. That’s where I’m headed, to his private dorm. The password is blood, because he knows I love it so. He is waiting for me, always waiting. He never comes to me; sometimes it makes me feel used. It’s almost as if he doesn’t care. When it gets like that I take my anger out on him.
He enjoys every second of it, so it doesn’t really solve the problem. Maybe tonight I’ll do things differently. Maybe tonight I’ll make him beg, he hates begging.
My robes, along with the whip, hit the floor as he pulls me into bed, eyes hungry and full of lust. “I’ve been a very bad boy today, punish me.” I reach down into my robe pockets, inside are my wand and the handcuffs. I get both, whip staying on the floor.
I place the handcuffs on his wrists, then cast a spell that ties his hands to the headboard. He is stretched out on his stomach before me; this is how it always starts. I sit between his open legs, whip now in hand. Tonight I’ll wait a little while before I whip him.
Running my hands along his back, leaning down in the process, I move so that I am in line with him, held up only by my elbows. The kisses on his back start soft, but get rougher with time, until I am biting him. Hard enough to mark, not enough to bleed. He cries out in pain or pleasure, both are the same. He calls my name in a plea to continue.
Suddenly, I sit up. I bring the whip down hard against his back. He screams, I smirk. Again and again I hit him; I hit him until he bleeds. His voice is hoarse from screaming, the room echoes with his last cry. Blood blossoms from the wounds, and I lick it up. My tongue is hard and fast against his skin, taking in all I can of him. My hands roam around his body to his chest. Nails scrapping along, cutting. Abruptly I stop, moving to the far end of the bed, undoing his bindings.
He looks at me, eyes still full of lust and need. In one quick move he is upon me, riding me like there is no tomorrow. Soon, all to soon, he is spent. He crawls off me, curling beside, wrapping his sweat and blood covered arms around me. “Tonight, Harry, was wonderful. I love you.”
With that my sweet dragon fell asleep, “I love you too Draco.”