Drabble: Unexpected But Most Welcome (28)
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llaeyroApologies this is late, have a double posting =)
Title: Unexpected But Most Welcome (28)
Pairing: Neville/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make nothing.
Warnings: dirty talk, D/s dynamic, Dom Neville, sub Draco, light biting, masochistic Draco, a touch of humiliation, slapping, spanking, birching, praise!kink, hair pulling, blow jobs, face-fucking, restraint, bondage, aftercare, rimming, fingering, intergluteal sex, anal sex, rough sex, wall sex, sofa sex, desk sex, bed sex.
A/N: This is part of an on-going drabble series, posting weekly. You can catch up here: Part ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE, THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, FIFTEEN, SIXTEEN, SEVENTEEN, EIGHTEEN, NINETEEN, TWENTY, TWENTY-ONE, TWENTY-TWO, TWENTY-THREE, TWENTY-FOUR, TWENTY-FIVE, TWENTY-SIX, TWENTY-SEVEN or on AO3.
“Be still, use your colours. Be my good boy, Draco, and then,” Neville paused, finger dipping into the crease of Draco’s arse, dragging roughly across his hole. “Then, I’ll eat you out. I’ll tongue your tight little hole until you come.”
Draco moaned his approval, fighting the urge to grind down against the sofa. Be still. Be good.
Without warning, the first blow landed, then so did the rest. Within seconds, Draco had lost count. It was incessant, short and sharp—not what he had expected. The small bites of the willow quickly built up, cheeks burning, muscles twitching involuntarily.
Part TWENTY-NINE
Title: Unexpected But Most Welcome (28)
Pairing: Neville/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make nothing.
Warnings: dirty talk, D/s dynamic, Dom Neville, sub Draco, light biting, masochistic Draco, a touch of humiliation, slapping, spanking, birching, praise!kink, hair pulling, blow jobs, face-fucking, restraint, bondage, aftercare, rimming, fingering, intergluteal sex, anal sex, rough sex, wall sex, sofa sex, desk sex, bed sex.
A/N: This is part of an on-going drabble series, posting weekly. You can catch up here: Part ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE, THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, FIFTEEN, SIXTEEN, SEVENTEEN, EIGHTEEN, NINETEEN, TWENTY, TWENTY-ONE, TWENTY-TWO, TWENTY-THREE, TWENTY-FOUR, TWENTY-FIVE, TWENTY-SIX, TWENTY-SEVEN or on AO3.
“Be still, use your colours. Be my good boy, Draco, and then,” Neville paused, finger dipping into the crease of Draco’s arse, dragging roughly across his hole. “Then, I’ll eat you out. I’ll tongue your tight little hole until you come.”
Draco moaned his approval, fighting the urge to grind down against the sofa. Be still. Be good.
Without warning, the first blow landed, then so did the rest. Within seconds, Draco had lost count. It was incessant, short and sharp—not what he had expected. The small bites of the willow quickly built up, cheeks burning, muscles twitching involuntarily.
Part TWENTY-NINE
