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Entry tags:
- bottom!draco,
- challenge:hp_may_madness,
- character:albus severus,
- character:draco,
- content:age difference,
- content:anal,
- content:casual sex,
- content:oral,
- content:pwp,
- content:rimming,
- era:next-gen,
- fest entry,
- fic,
- kink:blindfold,
- kink:orgasm denial,
- kink:praise,
- length:ficlet,
- pairing:draco/albus severus,
- rating:nc-17
Fic: May Madness Day 11 - Over The Edge
Title: Over The Edge
Pairing: Draco/Albus Severus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Warnings: anal sex, blindfolding, rimming, mention of fingering, partly anonymous sex, mention of blow job, bottom!Draco, top!Albus Severus, implied orgasm denial.
Prompt: “You’ll be back.”, ‘hands’, ‘air’, ‘candle’, and ‘blindfolding’ from Day 11 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness.
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shiftylinguini for giving this a look over and convincing me that 300 words just wasn’t enough. ;D Dedicated to _melodic_, because this pairing is all her wonderful fault.
Also on AO3
He approached me in the club from behind. His firm hands on my hips purposely discouraged me from turning. He sounded young—younger than the men I would usually entertain—but there was such an engaging confidence about him. Nothing of the naive air one of his age should posses when pressed up against an older man. He whispered promises in my ear, low and filthy. I was helpless to decline.
We Apparated into a small bedroom, lit only by a few candles. Before I could turn, he dangled the blindfold in front of me, subtly gauging, silently pleading. Recklessly, I agreed.
He moved about me subtly. I would hear him apparently across the room, only to discover that he was still beside me when sharp nails scraped across my nipple. Or teeth grazed my collarbone. Or fingers seemed to dance on every available stretch of skin, except for where I wanted them most.
I couldn't say how long he spent tormenting me. He laid me on my stomach, cock between my spread legs, straining against the mattress. His tongue danced from the tip of my cock, across my balls, to my entrance and back again, over and over. He loosened me slowly with his tongue, his fingers. He left me open and empty, writhing on the bed in exquisite frustration. It was only when I babbled and begged, close to tears of frustration, that he finally fucked me.
He kept me on my stomach, holding me open with his thumbs as he pushed in, slow and sure. He draped himself over my back, grinding his hips into me, hard. He praised me as I cried out, stroked my hair, my cheek, told me how long he had watched me—had wanted me. When he had me scrabbling at the sheets, driven to insanity by the slow pace, he turned me onto my back. He drove into me again, hands on the backs of my thighs, practically bending me in half. All I could do was brace my hands against the headboard, arch my back and scream. It was frantic, and desperate, and too much... yet it didn’t stop there.
He pulled out on the brink of my orgasm. I cursed as he wanked himself, groaning as he came over my stomach, cock and arse. Moments later, I came down his throat, fingers tangled in his hair.
When he removed the blindfold, I was ashamed, mortified. Not just a Potter boy, the youngest. Of all the things he said to me that night—the lewd suggestions, the delayed promises, the praise and encouragement—what really sticks in my mind are the last words he spoke to me, as I attempted to flee.
"You'll be back."
He was still naked, leaning casually and confidently against the door frame as I pushed past him angrily. Some would presume it was his arrogance that angered me. In truth, I was angry at myself.
Because I knew that I would prove him right, eventually.
Pairing: Draco/Albus Severus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Warnings: anal sex, blindfolding, rimming, mention of fingering, partly anonymous sex, mention of blow job, bottom!Draco, top!Albus Severus, implied orgasm denial.
Prompt: “You’ll be back.”, ‘hands’, ‘air’, ‘candle’, and ‘blindfolding’ from Day 11 of
hp_may_madness.A/N: Thanks to
shiftylinguini for giving this a look over and convincing me that 300 words just wasn’t enough. ;D Dedicated to _melodic_, because this pairing is all her wonderful fault.Also on AO3
He approached me in the club from behind. His firm hands on my hips purposely discouraged me from turning. He sounded young—younger than the men I would usually entertain—but there was such an engaging confidence about him. Nothing of the naive air one of his age should posses when pressed up against an older man. He whispered promises in my ear, low and filthy. I was helpless to decline.
We Apparated into a small bedroom, lit only by a few candles. Before I could turn, he dangled the blindfold in front of me, subtly gauging, silently pleading. Recklessly, I agreed.
He moved about me subtly. I would hear him apparently across the room, only to discover that he was still beside me when sharp nails scraped across my nipple. Or teeth grazed my collarbone. Or fingers seemed to dance on every available stretch of skin, except for where I wanted them most.
I couldn't say how long he spent tormenting me. He laid me on my stomach, cock between my spread legs, straining against the mattress. His tongue danced from the tip of my cock, across my balls, to my entrance and back again, over and over. He loosened me slowly with his tongue, his fingers. He left me open and empty, writhing on the bed in exquisite frustration. It was only when I babbled and begged, close to tears of frustration, that he finally fucked me.
He kept me on my stomach, holding me open with his thumbs as he pushed in, slow and sure. He draped himself over my back, grinding his hips into me, hard. He praised me as I cried out, stroked my hair, my cheek, told me how long he had watched me—had wanted me. When he had me scrabbling at the sheets, driven to insanity by the slow pace, he turned me onto my back. He drove into me again, hands on the backs of my thighs, practically bending me in half. All I could do was brace my hands against the headboard, arch my back and scream. It was frantic, and desperate, and too much... yet it didn’t stop there.
He pulled out on the brink of my orgasm. I cursed as he wanked himself, groaning as he came over my stomach, cock and arse. Moments later, I came down his throat, fingers tangled in his hair.
When he removed the blindfold, I was ashamed, mortified. Not just a Potter boy, the youngest. Of all the things he said to me that night—the lewd suggestions, the delayed promises, the praise and encouragement—what really sticks in my mind are the last words he spoke to me, as I attempted to flee.
"You'll be back."
He was still naked, leaning casually and confidently against the door frame as I pushed past him angrily. Some would presume it was his arrogance that angered me. In truth, I was angry at myself.
Because I knew that I would prove him right, eventually.
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And now, and now I am a puddle of sldkalsdf after all that amazing, delicious hotness! What a killer last line too, ugh I am just dead!
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