SHORT: 'Gluttony', Draco/Harry, NC-17
Uh, I'm sorry. Really. I just can't stop writing comment-porn... This one's for thessaliad, who made the mistake of using the phrase 'pulling Harry's chain' in my presence.
Well. Er.
I couldn't exactly help myself.
Title: Gluttony
Author: switchknife
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 372.
Summary: Professors Potter and Malfoy have breakfast.
Warnings: Explicit D/s.
Notes: For thessaliad. No redeeming value whatsoever, I'm afraid.
Gluttony
Harry leaned forward, following the chain's slight tug, its swaying weight. He didn't look up, not yet; not until smooth fingers slid along his jaw, lifting his face.
'I haven't fed you yet, have I?' Draco's eyes looked down at him, as cool and grey as the stone beneath Harry's knees.
'No, Master,' Harry murmured. His stomach rumbled, and he thought of Ron and Hermione at breakfast, in the Great Hall, sitting side by side at the staff table. Oh, if they knew what he was doing here...
'You're obviously hungry.' Draco smirked at Harry's hard cock, rising from the dark hair between his legs. 'Very well, then.' He gestured at his trousers, and Harry reached forward with careful hands to unbutton them.
'Suck,' came the softly spoken instruction, and Harry needed no further encouragement. He slid his mouth over that familiar, velvet heat, taking Draco as deep as he possibly could, filling himself with Draco, only with Draco, hard and hot and bitter against his throat.
He closed his eyes and let Draco thrust gently into him. His knees burned on the cold floor, aching, but he was used to that by now; just another sensation to add to this, the beauty of this, the cool dungeon air against his shivering skin, against his cock, the taste of Draco on his tongue.
When it was over, and Harry was finally fed, Draco released him. Harry sat back, heavy-lidded and licking his mouth, wanting to take that limp cock into his mouth and suckle it into hardness again.
Draco, as if he could read Harry's thoughts, smiled lazily. 'Greedy slut, aren't you? Gluttony is a sin, Harry. Remember that.'
Then Draco was getting up and leading Harry to their bed again; that same, familiar tug of chain. Harry climbed onto it, as instructed, and spread his thighs--gasping as Draco settled between them to swallow Harry's cock as well.
Harry kept his hands lax by his sides, trying not to thrust into Draco's wet, hungry mouth. He saw Draco's pale lips descend the dark, glistening curve of his cock, and thought about how lucky he was. His Master was so kind, so unselfish, so wonderful; he always fed Harry before feeding himself.
FIN
Please review.
ETA: And rimming.
Well. Er.
I couldn't exactly help myself.
Title: Gluttony
Author: switchknife
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 372.
Summary: Professors Potter and Malfoy have breakfast.
Warnings: Explicit D/s.
Notes: For thessaliad. No redeeming value whatsoever, I'm afraid.
Gluttony
Harry leaned forward, following the chain's slight tug, its swaying weight. He didn't look up, not yet; not until smooth fingers slid along his jaw, lifting his face.
'I haven't fed you yet, have I?' Draco's eyes looked down at him, as cool and grey as the stone beneath Harry's knees.
'No, Master,' Harry murmured. His stomach rumbled, and he thought of Ron and Hermione at breakfast, in the Great Hall, sitting side by side at the staff table. Oh, if they knew what he was doing here...
'You're obviously hungry.' Draco smirked at Harry's hard cock, rising from the dark hair between his legs. 'Very well, then.' He gestured at his trousers, and Harry reached forward with careful hands to unbutton them.
'Suck,' came the softly spoken instruction, and Harry needed no further encouragement. He slid his mouth over that familiar, velvet heat, taking Draco as deep as he possibly could, filling himself with Draco, only with Draco, hard and hot and bitter against his throat.
He closed his eyes and let Draco thrust gently into him. His knees burned on the cold floor, aching, but he was used to that by now; just another sensation to add to this, the beauty of this, the cool dungeon air against his shivering skin, against his cock, the taste of Draco on his tongue.
When it was over, and Harry was finally fed, Draco released him. Harry sat back, heavy-lidded and licking his mouth, wanting to take that limp cock into his mouth and suckle it into hardness again.
Draco, as if he could read Harry's thoughts, smiled lazily. 'Greedy slut, aren't you? Gluttony is a sin, Harry. Remember that.'
Then Draco was getting up and leading Harry to their bed again; that same, familiar tug of chain. Harry climbed onto it, as instructed, and spread his thighs--gasping as Draco settled between them to swallow Harry's cock as well.
Harry kept his hands lax by his sides, trying not to thrust into Draco's wet, hungry mouth. He saw Draco's pale lips descend the dark, glistening curve of his cock, and thought about how lucky he was. His Master was so kind, so unselfish, so wonderful; he always fed Harry before feeding himself.
FIN
Please review.
ETA: And rimming.