Beg Me | By : Salima Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 6392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Beg Me.
Author: Salima
Email: Pawnmaster242@aol.com
Summary: Pure smut. Featuring Dominant! Harry, Slutty! Draco, and Catatonic! Ron.
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me. None.
Rating: NC-17 baby! woohoo!
Categories: pwp/humour
Site: http://ftp.fanficfanatic.org/myweb/index.htm~ A quirky H/D archive.
And on with the show!
Harry growled in frustration.
"Fuck, Draco, would you just get on with it already?"
Draco peered up from his rather fortunate position in between Harry's legs. Admittedly, he had been teasing Harry terribly, what with his licking and carressing of Harry's balls and bringing him right to the edge with his fingers and then pulling out altogether, relishing Harry's groans and dodging sideswipes.
"Look, just lay back and bloody relax. I'll fuck you when I feel like it."
Harry stared incredulously at Draco, who had now engaged in the friendly occupation of giving Harry a rim job. Harry, having been subjected to this slow torture before, decided he was *not* going to wait another half hour for Draco to indulge his oral fixation. Although, it was kind of nice, and Draco's tongue was doing that roley-thing, and....oh....
With a yell that sounded suspiciously like the Confederate battle cry, Harry hurled himself off the pillow and yanked Draco's head out of his crotch by his hair. Ignoring the twat's yelps, he flipped him over onto his back, grabbed his ankles, and pulled his legs into an extremely enticing spread-eagle.
"Why don't we just skip the whole "foreplay thing" for now?"
Draco groaned as Harry slipped the first finger in.
"Bastard. I was just beginning to enjoy....ah...well, I guess I can't complain too much, after all...ooo, yes, that's right..."
Harry snickered and slipped a second finger in. "Do you really want me to fuck you, Draco?"
"No, actually I was planning on fucking you, but since you've got me all nice and spread out on your bed, perhaps you might want to hurry it along."
A third finger. "Are you enjoying this, Draco?"
Draco, now almost incoherent with lust and nearly splitting with fullness from Harry's fingers stretching him, of which there were now four, bucked his hips helplessly and groaned. "I thought we were foregoing the.....ohhhhh....teasing"
"Yes, so did I, but I think I see the merit in making you beg a little."
In truth, Harry didn't think he was going to be able to tease Draco for much longer. Draco's pale cheeks were now flushed, his cock positively weeping for attention. Harry had long ago let go of Draco's ankles, and his legs were waving erratically in a V position above the bed. Finally, Harry pushed his entire hand into Draco's ass. Draco cried out, then arched his back and mewled in quiet desperation.
Deciding it was more than time to get on with it, Harry removed his hand to Draco's soft whimpers. Kneeling on the bed, he encircled Draco's lower torso and lifted it to his pelvis, pushing the head of his cock just barely inside his ass.
Draco felt a tingling sensation spreading from his rim in shock waves throughout the rest of his body. He eagerly waited those long, agonizing moments for full penetration, but Harry seemed to be patient.
"Harry," he panted. "Harry...."
"Beg me."
"What?"
"Beg. Me."
"Don't be a wanker, Malfoy's don't beg."
"You'll be the fucking wanker in a second if you don't start pleading."
Draco held out for a bit longer, trying desperately not to plead while attempting vainly to impale himself further. The precarious position, unfortunately, did not allow for much thrusting on his part.
He clenched his teeth.
"Please fuck me Harry."
"Why don't you loosen your jaw while you say that and try to moan and thrash about a bit."
Glare.
"You know, try to make it convincing."
Draco was two seconds away from ripping Harry's face off with his teeth when Harry rotated his hips and pushed further in, creating some absolutely delicious tension.
A soft whimper could be heard from underneath the blonde hair.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Oh god, Harry.... PLEASE fuck me..."
"Oh, you mean like this?" Harry sheathed himself entirely in Draco, amidst ecstatic moans.
"Yes...YES, harder, please harder...."
Harry pulled out and twisted back in, hitting the prostate and arching back at the claws on his chest that were scratching his skin raw.
The sex reached a fever pitch, Draco's moans turning into shrieks, that bed thumping violently on the floor, Harry practically ripping Draco's legs from their sockets trying to make them spread ever-wider.
Draco came first, his white, hairless balls contracting and spraying come all over his stomach. Harry followed soon after, the sight of Draco's dilated pupils and the sensation of his ass clenching around his cock pushing him right over the edge.
Harry collapsed onto the bed, and, reflexively, onto Draco. He buried his head in the column of Draco's ivory neck, relishing the smell of come and sweat mingled the the silken sheets. Draco panted and stroked his black hair, as if calming a frightened pet. Soon, they had come down enough that they fell asleep, wrapped about each other, Draco's knees still bent and sticking up in the air.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ron was sitting in the common room, playing a game of wizard's chess with Hermione (who, for once, actually had him in check) when he heard it.
A thump.
A moan.
More thumping.
A....Scream?
It was coming from the ceiling! "Oh no!" he yelled. "Harry's being attacked!"
Without bothering to explain himself, collect his wand, or move his bishop out of mortal peril, Ron dashed upstairs yelling at the top of his lungs and kicked open the curtains to Harry's bed, which, oddly, seemed to have moved a good eighteen inches to the left.
"Eeep!"
Ron passed out cold.
* * * * * * * * *
Some time later, Draco peered over the bedside and saw a very flushed, very unconscious Weasley lying on the floor.
He poked him cautiously with his wand. No movement.
"Hey Harry, your mate's out cold."
Harry grunted and rolled over, looked briefly at his incapacitated friend, and decided that molesting Draco was far more necessary than finding a towel or whispering the necessary "Enervate" or some other such trivial matter that was utterly unrelated to his manic libido.
"Why don't we *not* worry about that right now."
"Oh, but he looks so vulnerable!" Draco protested. "Can't we violate him just a little?"
Harry considered. "Nope. I think I'll violate you."
Draco pouted. "Can I at least give him a little blow job to wake him up?"
Harry considered.
"I'm still pretty tired myself, you know."
Draco grinned and relaxed his throat muscles.
"Perfect. I'm a bit thirsty, really."
~FIN~
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