As heavy as a feather.
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As heavy as a feather.
Title: As heavy as a feather.
Author: Devilfancy
Summary: Never doubt a Malfoy when it comes to torture.
Warnings: feather frigging
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (You know I mean it.)
Wordcount: 765
Disclaimer: all characters are the property of JK Rowling.
The feather was so, so very soft and it tickled quite wickedly as its fluffy tip slowly circled one hard pink nipple and Draco Malfoy let go of his balls to move down a bit, planting a string of nibbling little kisses across his abdomen, lingering to let his tongue flick his belly button where he knew his lover was ticklish. Harry Potter squirmed and made the most delightful purring noises in the back of his throat. He couldn’t help arching into the hot mouth as Draco moved lower, sucking and biting his way across Harry’s trembling thighs. The Gryffindor inhaled sharply as silky blond hair brushed the head of his straining cock.
"Draco, please..." Harry had been teased mercilessly, that white feather had stroked and enflamed every part of him, first gently caressing his lips then his chest, arms, legs, feet, and for a few mind blowing moments even between his toes. The blond refused to stop until every inch of his body had been subjected to the delicious torment.
Of course his cock and balls had also received generous attention with the tip of the elegant plume dancing in the tiny leaking slit of his penis, coming away wet and sticky with pre-come only to be trailed agonizingly slowly around his quivering entrance until he was cursing and swearing and his hips were bucking up off the bed of their own accord. His cock felt ready to burst and Draco showed no signs of granting him the release he so desperately needed.
Harry couldn't have cared less about his dignity at this point. Insanity was a very real threat if he endured much more of that feathered molestation.
“Please…. Malfoy, I cant take it! Please!”
A moment later, Harry's cock was engulfed in the wet heat of Draco's mouth as the Slytherin used the feather to tease his balls to the point of madness. Draco's other hand dug into his hip, holding him in place as he began to suck. Harry cried out again when Draco ran his tongue over the underside of his cock and he felt the feather tip wriggle intimately across his arsehole.
Harry was panting and pleading while Draco's head bobbed along the length of his shaft, taking him as deep into his throat as he would go. Heat pooled in his groin, the muscles in his stomach and thighs clenched and cramped, and when Draco finally slid one long finger in Harry's arse and crooked it just so, the green eyed wizard came with a shout, emptying himself down the blonds throat and whimpering at the feeling of Draco swallowing around the head of his cock.
Then Draco's hands were back on Harry's arse, spreading his cheeks and the tip of the blonds sinful tongue was pushing inside his arsehole, moving in and out, lapping wetly at his anus until he could feel the Slytherin's drool trickling from his twitching hole and Harry keened and pushed back harder on the wildly wriggling muscle.
"Fuck, Draco, please... !" It came out like a prayer, ragged and desperate, but the Gryffindor was past caring.
Draco sat back on his haunches, sighing softly as he lubed his cock, and Potter nearly lost his mind completely at the sight of the thick shaft being fisted. Harry buried his face in the pillow and bit down, spreading his legs and wriggling his arse enticingly in the air.
He felt Draco's weight on his back, his cock slowly pressing inside Harry, past the tight ring of muscles and thrusting deeper until he filled him completely. The blond hesitated just for a moment, and the raven haired man mewled in protest. There was some pain, but the need to have Draco take him, was overpowering. He felt Draco's harsh breath on the back of his neck and heard him grunt with pleasure, " Gods Harry!”
Draco began to move then, thrusting into Harry with long, hard strokes; his harsh panting mingling with Harry's sobbing gasps as they fell into a rhythm that was quickly becoming frantic. He knew Draco was getting close as his thrust became both harder and more erratic and then the beautiful blond came with a shudder that reverberated all the way through Harry's body, biting down on his shoulder, sweaty flesh muffling a long drawn out groan of contentment. They collapsed on the bed together, Draco still buried deep inside Harry, both trying to recover their breath.
“OK!” Harry gasped, “ you win….. There IS such a thing as feather torture.“
Draco smirked and chuckled, “Never doubt a Malfoy when it comes to torture Potter.”
The blond gave his green eyed boyfriend a lascivious grin.
“Ahhhhhhhhh yes” Draco gloated smugly, “another feather in my cap.”
Author: Devilfancy
Summary: Never doubt a Malfoy when it comes to torture.
Warnings: feather frigging
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (You know I mean it.)
Wordcount: 765
Disclaimer: all characters are the property of JK Rowling.
The feather was so, so very soft and it tickled quite wickedly as its fluffy tip slowly circled one hard pink nipple and Draco Malfoy let go of his balls to move down a bit, planting a string of nibbling little kisses across his abdomen, lingering to let his tongue flick his belly button where he knew his lover was ticklish. Harry Potter squirmed and made the most delightful purring noises in the back of his throat. He couldn’t help arching into the hot mouth as Draco moved lower, sucking and biting his way across Harry’s trembling thighs. The Gryffindor inhaled sharply as silky blond hair brushed the head of his straining cock.
"Draco, please..." Harry had been teased mercilessly, that white feather had stroked and enflamed every part of him, first gently caressing his lips then his chest, arms, legs, feet, and for a few mind blowing moments even between his toes. The blond refused to stop until every inch of his body had been subjected to the delicious torment.
Of course his cock and balls had also received generous attention with the tip of the elegant plume dancing in the tiny leaking slit of his penis, coming away wet and sticky with pre-come only to be trailed agonizingly slowly around his quivering entrance until he was cursing and swearing and his hips were bucking up off the bed of their own accord. His cock felt ready to burst and Draco showed no signs of granting him the release he so desperately needed.
Harry couldn't have cared less about his dignity at this point. Insanity was a very real threat if he endured much more of that feathered molestation.
“Please…. Malfoy, I cant take it! Please!”
A moment later, Harry's cock was engulfed in the wet heat of Draco's mouth as the Slytherin used the feather to tease his balls to the point of madness. Draco's other hand dug into his hip, holding him in place as he began to suck. Harry cried out again when Draco ran his tongue over the underside of his cock and he felt the feather tip wriggle intimately across his arsehole.
Harry was panting and pleading while Draco's head bobbed along the length of his shaft, taking him as deep into his throat as he would go. Heat pooled in his groin, the muscles in his stomach and thighs clenched and cramped, and when Draco finally slid one long finger in Harry's arse and crooked it just so, the green eyed wizard came with a shout, emptying himself down the blonds throat and whimpering at the feeling of Draco swallowing around the head of his cock.
Then Draco's hands were back on Harry's arse, spreading his cheeks and the tip of the blonds sinful tongue was pushing inside his arsehole, moving in and out, lapping wetly at his anus until he could feel the Slytherin's drool trickling from his twitching hole and Harry keened and pushed back harder on the wildly wriggling muscle.
"Fuck, Draco, please... !" It came out like a prayer, ragged and desperate, but the Gryffindor was past caring.
Draco sat back on his haunches, sighing softly as he lubed his cock, and Potter nearly lost his mind completely at the sight of the thick shaft being fisted. Harry buried his face in the pillow and bit down, spreading his legs and wriggling his arse enticingly in the air.
He felt Draco's weight on his back, his cock slowly pressing inside Harry, past the tight ring of muscles and thrusting deeper until he filled him completely. The blond hesitated just for a moment, and the raven haired man mewled in protest. There was some pain, but the need to have Draco take him, was overpowering. He felt Draco's harsh breath on the back of his neck and heard him grunt with pleasure, " Gods Harry!”
Draco began to move then, thrusting into Harry with long, hard strokes; his harsh panting mingling with Harry's sobbing gasps as they fell into a rhythm that was quickly becoming frantic. He knew Draco was getting close as his thrust became both harder and more erratic and then the beautiful blond came with a shudder that reverberated all the way through Harry's body, biting down on his shoulder, sweaty flesh muffling a long drawn out groan of contentment. They collapsed on the bed together, Draco still buried deep inside Harry, both trying to recover their breath.
“OK!” Harry gasped, “ you win….. There IS such a thing as feather torture.“
Draco smirked and chuckled, “Never doubt a Malfoy when it comes to torture Potter.”
The blond gave his green eyed boyfriend a lascivious grin.
“Ahhhhhhhhh yes” Draco gloated smugly, “another feather in my cap.”