Ennui

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am just borrowing these characters and taking them for a little ride. I am making no money, or anything in lieu of, in terms of profit. I am just doing this for my own twisted form of entertainment.


Chapter One: Champagne

Draco leaned further back into the chair, absently swirling his snifter of brandy. He was bored. Draco glanced around the room, eyes grazing over the golden columns, the French doors, and the erotic paintings. He barely gazed upon the naked glistening, writhing bodies grinding and gyrating against one another.

A strangled moan redirected Draco’s attention to the head currently bobbing in his lap. The girl presently on her knees with Draco’s cock in her mouth did a wicked roll of her tongue against the head. All Draco did was sigh and toll back the rest of his drink. He wasn’t even able to pretend to be enjoying the blowjob.

Draco threaded his fingers into the sweaty locks of the girl’s hair and pulled, not ungentle but insistent. When the girl released his penis with an audible pop, she looked up expectantly at Draco. He didn’t even know her name.

“We’re finished here sweet. Why don’t you go find someone more amenable to your talent?” Then, carefully, Draco put himself back in his pants, stood up and walked out of the opulent room. He walked through the winding halls until he found an empty room. The blond walked through the room to stand next to the window and looked out.

“Am I really that jaded that I can’t enjoy a blowjob? That girl could suck the brass off a doorknob, and I was bored with her.”

It wasn’t that his body didn’t like it, the opposite actually, if Draco’s erection was anything to go by. But a physical reaction wasn’t enough for him; Draco needed something to keep his mind stimulated as well. He hadn’t gotten any real enjoyment out of these little gatherings for months now.

He smirked sardonically as he ran his hand down his cloth-covered erection. The soft, cool sheepskin pants really did feel amazing against him. The though flitted through his mind that it was indeed dire times when he felt more fulfilled after jerking himself off than when he emptied himself into a willing and warm body.

Draco leaned against the wall next to the window, eyes narrowing to small slits as he opened his trousers and pulled out his arousal. Gently he fisted his cock and just squeezed, then released, squeezed and released. He grinned, right now with just his hand, Draco felt better than with that girl and her mouth.

Using his thumb, Draco rubbed lightly at the head, smearing the pearly drop from the top. Slowly he started to pump his cock. Right now, he was enjoying the sensations; he hadn’t worked up to a fantasy yet.

Draco had just increased his rhythm and pressure and let out an almost inaudible moan when he felt an arm wrap around him and a hand cover his, the one currently jerking his cock. Then he felt the other hand at his hip.

Draco’s eyes flew open and he stopped all movement, tensing. He opened his
mouth to demand who was there.

“Shhh, you don’t have to stop on my account.” The words were whispered so close to Draco.

Draco was tense, mentally cursing himself for letting his guard down. He was about to speak again, to demand answers when he was nudged back and to the side. He still couldn’t see who was behind him, holding him. All he knew was that it was male.

He felt whomever it was shift and let go of him, then push Draco back abruptly.
Draco was expecting a hard landing, but instead found himself seated in a soft, cushiony chair. He looked up to see whom the other individual was, but he couldn’t make out anything specific. The shadows were perfectly hiding anything distinct or recognizable.

Draco could tell the other person was tall, not as tall as Draco himself though. And he was muscular, not bulky, but lean and natural. The other man was shirtless and he had the top of his trousers undone. A faint line of dark hair, beginning at his toned stomach disappeared inside the pants.

Draco couldn’t see the man’s face; the only thing he could identify was long hair, for a man anyway. It was slightly shorter than Draco’s, only reaching to just above his shoulders. Draco’s was just below his shoulders.

“Enjoying the view?” The man sounded amused. Draco felt he should know the voice, but he couldn’t place it.

“I’d like it better if I could see more clearly.” Draco sounded for the entire world like being groped, bushed hand naked in a chair by a stranger was an everyday occurrence.

His companion just chuckled and moved to stand close to Draco, his knee touching the chair. The nearness of the other forced Draco’s knees apart. Draco tensed again, felling at a distinct disadvantage.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” The other managed to sound patronizing, soothing, and amused. If there was one thing Draco disliked above all else, it was someone laughing at him.

“Look, I don’t know who you are or what you want-” Draco’s rant was cut off by another small chuckle for his companions. It sent a shiver down his spine. It was dark and velvety smooth.

“What I want? Watching you, silhouetted in moonlight by the window, bringing yourself off was a temptation I could resist for only so long.”

Draco really couldn’t say anything to that. He just looked up at the mystery man in front of him and felt…intrigued? Yes, this man intrigued him. It was a felling he was lacking recently. The sharp edge of ennui Draco was suffering began to recede.

He lifted an eyebrow and smirked at his guest, keeping eye contact (as well as he could considering Draco couldn’t see the other’s eyes), he brought his hand from his resting spot on his thigh and slowly, with one finger, traced the length of his arousal. The fact that he hadn’t lost it was a sure sign that, even subconsciously, he knew he wasn’t in any danger; he was enjoying this.

“Nobody’s asking you to resist.”

Somehow, Draco knew the other man was smirking; it was like he had a sixth sense about it.

“No one indeed.”

The man spread Draco’s legs further apart, and then knelt between them. Even with the shift in position, the shadows conveniently obscured the man’s face.

The stranger ran his hands up from Draco’s knees and along his thighs to his hips, then backs again. Even that small act was stimulating Draco’s nerves; the feel of those hands through the butter soft sheepskin trousers sent shivers through Draco’s body. In different circumstances, the motions would be soothing. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, almost fully relaxing to the other’s ministrations.

He felt a hand at his waist and a hand on his thigh. The drawstrings to Draco’s pants were being loosened further and spread as far apart as they could go.

The other male moved up to straddle Draco’s lap, causing his uncovered erection to come into contact with soft suede pants. Draco tried to bite back a moan at the added sensation. His partner latched onto Draco’s neck at the tendon where his neck met his shoulder, and sucked, hard, while slowly rotating his hips.

Draco’s eyes flew open when he felt the coolness of glass trailing down his chest. The other man was running the mouth of a bottle down the center of Draco’s chest to his navel. He ran it around his belly button, then back up to one of his nipples. The bottle was cold and smooth, but even more shocking was the immediately felt contrast of a warm, wet tongue trailing after the glass.

Draco watched through hooded eyes as his partner’s tongue laved at first one nipple, then the other. Slowly, his lover slithered off of Draco and onto the floor, once again settled between his legs. Draco hissed his breath through his teeth. Those hidden eyes rolled up and locked with Draco’s, and a tongue snaked out and licked at Draco’s stomach and around his navel. Draco couldn’t see the color or shape of his lover‘s eyes, but what he did see in those hidden depths shot his ardor up.

When Draco’s eyes locked with those of his stranger, he felt a cool, effervescent liquid run down his chest, starting from first one nipple, then the other.

“What was that?” The question was little more than a breath of whispered air. Draco watched the other man prowl up his chest bracing his hands across Draco’s wrists.

“Champaign.” Draco heard the whispered word from the familiar but unrecognizable voice as he felt the wave of hot air across his nipple hardening it further. Draco moaned as he felt the cool air flow across his Champaign slicked chest, then the fell of a tongue brushing across his nipple. The tongue followed the trail of Champaign across his chest, first one nipple, then the other, then back again. Only teasing little bites and licks. Finally, his stranger took one puckered nipple and sucked on it, rolled it with his tongue. He laved his way to do the same to the other.

In the back of Draco’s mind, he realized that most of the touches were really soothing, in any other situation. But for some reason, he was responding to every touch, every caress with an arousal he hadn’t felt since the onset of puberty. What got to Draco the most was how slow the arousal was building. It was under pressure, and he knew for a fact that when he finally did let go, when the tension culminated, it would be explosive.

When Draco felt a bite on his stomach he jumped a little, then groaned as a tongue soothed it. He felt a lick at his hipbone, and with a start he realized his partner had somehow magically removed his pants without muttering an incantation or a wand, as his hands were busy kneading Draco’s thighs.

Draco was drowning in the sensations of strong hands kneading his arms, his legs, rubbing his chest, tweaking his nipples; everything was erotic. His stranger was hitting every erogenous zone, even encountering a few Draco himself didn’t know about. He felt nibbles on the inside of his knees, a tongue in the crease where hip met thigh.

Everywhere a small touch of hands, a nibble of teeth and a lick of tongue sent an electric surge straight to Draco’s cock. It was a mindless and sadistic torture in gentleness and unpredictability. Draco never knew where his mystery lover would touch next. It could be in an innocent place where one would never think to become aroused, or so agonizingly close to where he needed the touch the most.

If that wasn’t all, his lover was whispering dirty, erotic things to Draco. He was telling him what he wanted to do, what he was going to do, different fantasies. Whoever was currently nuzzling Draco’s hipbone had a very vivid imagination, and he had a dark, velvety voice.

Draco’s muscles were completely relaxed from his stranger’s talented hands and mouth. However, his nerves and his mind were vibrating in arousal and anticipation. IT seemed his mystery man knew just how to play Draco’s body to elicit soft gasps and low moans of pleasure.

Draco felt the cool bottle of Champagne run up the inside of his left leg, across his pelvic bone, then down his other leg. The feel of the chilled glass caused a shiver to run through Draco, and not just from the cold.

Draco opened his eyes to tiny slits, just enough to see through. He watched his stranger slide his hand up Draco’s thigh, only to stop within millimeters of Draco’s straining erection’ a part of his body the stranger adamantly avoided. Draco watched the man lift the bottle to his lips and drink. He was mesmerized by the way his partner’s throat worked.

Slowly the man lowered the bottle and moved closer to Draco’s weeping cock. He grasped it in one hand and Draco nearly jumped at the contact. He couldn’t contain his moan of pleasure at finally being touched. Draco’s lover lowered his head and nuzzled his hips, then Draco’s thigh; planting little kisses everywhere. Finally, finally, and at last, Draco’s mystery lover’s lips came into contact with his rigid erection.

Draco’s hands left their resting place of clutching the arms of his chair to weave through his lover’s hair. It was soft and smooth and full and Draco was awash in sensation. Every touch, every caress, every kiss felt ten times more sensitive. It was all due to the unknown, to the anticipation.

Suddenly, without any warning at all, Draco’s cock was covered, not in warmth, but cold wetness. He let out a loud exclamation. Absently, Draco realized his partner hadn’t swallowed that last bit of Champagne. It was a strange, but not unpleasant feeling. The carbonation tickled, and the tongue swirled and swished the liquid around the sensitive head. In fact, Draco loved the sensation. He’d love it more if his new lover would move, or Draco would.

The man didn’t move, but he did something else, maybe something better. The man started swallowing the Champagne around Draco’s cock. The pressure and slight suction proved to be almost too much for Draco’s threshold of pleasure. Some of the bubbly escaped the talented mouth and ran down Draco’s hard length, only to be once again swallowed by his lover’s talented mouth.

The man slowly moved his mouth down Draco’s cock, sucking; ensuring all the liquid from the champagne was swallowed. He moved back up to the tip, sucking slightly, and swirling his tongue around the head, across the slit. He repeated the process. Draco was biting his tongue, trying to quiet his moans and any other noises he was making. Finally, after one insistent suck and a hand lightly grabbing his balls, Draco gave up any pretense of dignity and gave in completely to the sensations of the mouth.

Draco lost himself. He started thrusting his hips slowly, in time with his lover’s mouth. When it picked up speed, so did Draco. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of teasing, soothing, massaging, biting, and kissing; everything, Draco came. He released in a flood down the throat of his mystery man. His stranger stayed with him throughout Draco’s orgasm, helping him ride it out. His lover gave one last affectionate lick to Draco’s now soft cock and sat back. Draco could see a smug smile oh his face.

Pulling together enough brain cells, Draco asked, “What’s your name?”

“You don’t really want to know right now, do you?”

No, Draco didn’t. It didn’t seem like the right time, a little late, or maybe too early for such a revelation.

“Will I see you again?” Draco didn’t feel needy or strange asking this like he usually would. Actually, this wasn’t a question he asked, but was asked instead.

“If that’s what you want. I’ll be here this same time next week.” Then the man got up and leaned towards Draco. At first Draco thought his stranger was going to kiss him, but instead he received a small, chaste peck on the cheek. Draco was surprised to find he was mildly disappointed with that. He found was wanted his new lover to kiss him.

Draco looked up and was about to ask where they would meet, but he found his lover wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere in the room. Draco sat back further in the seat and sighed. His body was sated, but his mind was spinning. He’d had some great blowjobs before by both men and women. This one was just as great as the others, but there was something different. With this lover, this unknown entity, Draco was completely out of control. He didn’t even know the man’s name or what he looked like. For once in his live, Draco was forced to surrender his body to someone. It made him uncomfortable, but it wasn’t an altogether un-enjoyable sensation.

He sighed heavily and reached for his pants and slipped them on. He hissed as he tied the drawstrings together. He may have been sexually satisfied, but his penis was still very sensitive. The feeling of his pants was just stimulating enough to notice, but not cause a problem. Yet.

Draco looked at the clocked and cursed. He only had enough time to get two hours of sleep before he had to prepare for classes the next day. Glancing back at the room, Draco spotted the champagne bottle. Picking it up, he noticed the name on the label. It was expensive, rare champagne. Shrinking the bottle, Draco quickly made his way back to Hogwarts. He was already anticipating the next meeting with his new lover.


Just the first chapter. This is un-betad and I’m mildly satisfied with how it came out. Let me know what you think, with the reviews. This is my very first ever attempt at slash of any kind. Usually, I’m strictly het. I’m broadening my horizons. Drop me a line.