Drabble: Unexpected But Most Welcome (30)
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llaeyroTitle: Unexpected But Most Welcome (30)
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, TWENTY-EIGHT, TWENTY-NINE or on AO3.
Neville didn’t linger in one place for long. Draco let out a pained cry as Neville struck the crease where thighs meet buttocks, but then he was back in the pleasurable zone again. Draco unconsciously pressed back towards him, despite the sting, despite the unpredictability of Neville’s progress as he sought to paint Draco’s entire backside crimson.
Then, it stopped. Draco was still moaning, chest heaving, arse burning, cock throbbing. He could hear Neville’s ragged breathing, feel rough hands massaging hot flesh.
“Colour,” Neville rasped out.
“Green,” Draco whined back, without hesitation.
“Good, you wear red so well,” he chuckled.
Part THIRTY-ONE
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, TWENTY-EIGHT, TWENTY-NINE or on AO3.
Neville didn’t linger in one place for long. Draco let out a pained cry as Neville struck the crease where thighs meet buttocks, but then he was back in the pleasurable zone again. Draco unconsciously pressed back towards him, despite the sting, despite the unpredictability of Neville’s progress as he sought to paint Draco’s entire backside crimson.
Then, it stopped. Draco was still moaning, chest heaving, arse burning, cock throbbing. He could hear Neville’s ragged breathing, feel rough hands massaging hot flesh.
“Colour,” Neville rasped out.
“Green,” Draco whined back, without hesitation.
“Good, you wear red so well,” he chuckled.
Part THIRTY-ONE
