Despite being an avid reader, this is my first attempt at writing smut, so please give me pointers! It's an area I'd like to be able to improve upon.
The Christmas Holidays were far more eventful for some people than others. Harry left for the Burrow with Ron and Ginny, grateful for someone to talk to about the conversation between Malfoy and Snape (although he still found it impossible to talk about the strange man and the meeting they'd had). Luna had done everything she was asked to, and was taking a well-deserved break.
But Draco Malfoy was currently pacing up and down the corridor of a small country estate house, scowling at nothing in particular.
"Love, you do realise that you'll get lines that way?" The voice was unexpected, and made Draco jump; it was not, however, unwelcome.
"You said you had business to attend to for the next few days!" Draco's delight was plain in his tone, but his face betrayed little. The man simply smiled at this.
"Don't you mean, 'Master, how may I serve you'?" The words were half-teasing, and managed to provoke a cautious smile from the blushing blonde. Taking pity on him, the tall man pounced, sweeping Draco up into a tight embrace.
"I don't expect to be 'Master' out of the bedroom, you know that. Although it is convenient to have the others believe I consider you to be their equal, rather than mine." Tilting Draco's chin up towards him, he swiftly pressed his lips to the younger man's in question. Draco's answering mouth was all the reply needed, but as they broke apart he added another anyway.
"As you wish – Master." The man grinned, but it was more feral than before; terrifying to most, in fact. Draco was used to it – it simply meant they were about to have a lot of fun. He backed down the corridor, keeping his Master in sight, but keeping his eyes downcast. It was enough to feel those blue eyes roving over his body without actually watching the predatory gaze. Draco knew his Master would already be unzipping his pants as he stalked towards him. His back hit the door and he looked up into smouldering eyes. His master placed a hand either side of Draco's head and leaned in so that Draco could feel the warm lips of his lord against his own – each word burned against them:
"Are you going to open that door, or am I going to take you right here?" Draco whimpered and fumbled for the door handle, finally managing to turn it and finding himself flying backwards into the study. His master kept him steady, however, gripping his waist until they were both still.
"Over the desk." The hard oak grain was already marred by Draco's previous attempts to dig his nails deep into the wood – the desk was one of his master's favourite places to fuck. Draco obediently bent forward over it, his arse presented to his lord for the taking. He braced himself as best he could against the hard wood, trying to prepare himself for what was coming. The man simply smiled to himself at this. Swiftly, he ripped open Draco's slacks, grinning at the bare flesh before him – his love had forgone underwear. Draco choked back a sob as his lover kneaded the rounded mounds beneath him.
"You're going to feel this for weeks, Princess," the man whispered, pressing a knuckle against the tight hole before him. Draco could only moan at this – he knew words would be futile. This wouldn't be a punishment, those were far more brutal. But his Master never let him forget just how close they could be. He braced himself, praying he wouldn't cry out.
The penetration was swift. A quick lubrication charm followed by a deep thrust. The pain was inevitable, and Draco could not restrain a small gasp at the burn within him. Luckily, his master knew the lithe body he held well; he found his mark in moments, and Draco whimpered with increasing volume as his master pounded into him. Each thrust was deep, and Draco wanted to cry in frustration at the pace – for all his brutality, for all the delicious pain, his master was certainly taking his time.
"Was there something you wanted, sweetheart?" Draco groaned at this remark. Master did like to make him beg.
"Please Master, faster, please, I need more," he gasped, as each thrust began to increase in pace.
"You needy whore." His Master muttered, but Draco didn't care – he was too far gone. As his Master furiously slammed into Draco's tight passage with enough force to move the heavy desk, Draco could only gasp and moan as writhed beneath his lord. He hadn't been so thoroughly fucked in days. A warm hand reached down, gripping Draco's cock and pumping it mercilessly.
"Master, I-"
"Go on then, bitch. Come for me." With permission granted, Draco screamed his pleasure into the lacquered oak, his seed painting the side panel. Sensing that his Master wouldn't be much longer, Draco clamped down tightly onto the shaft within him.
"Oh, you cunt!" His Master gasped, as he pounded his orgasm into his beautiful blond.
Finished, he stepped back and zipped up his black jeans. Draco could feel the scowl directed at his back, but he knew he'd be forgiven. Master never stayed mad for long.
"Do that again, and you'll never forget it. I wasn't done with you yet." The pout in the last comment was evident, and Draco allowed himself a grin as he slowly pushed himself up off the desk.
He'd definitely be forgiven.
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Returning to school was the ultimate anti-climax to an eventful break for Draco Malfoy. Plotting, secret meetings, incredible sex – all traded for the usual boring lessons and the tedium of acting as though he cared about any of it. Everyone seemed to have had a good holiday, and Pansy insisted on recounting every detail of her time in Barcelona. Blaise was a bit sullen, but even he responded positively to questions about his visit to relatives in Venice. Draco of course had to lie through his teeth, saying he'd been ensconced in his room in Wiltshire for most of the break. The only bright spot was the notice he spotted in the common-room.
[APPARITION LESSONS
If you are seventeen years of age, or will turn seventeen on or before 31st August, you are eligible for a twelve-week course of Apparition Lessons from a Ministry of Magic Apparition Instructor.
Please sign below if you would like to participate.
Cost: 12 Galleons.] p331
Naturally, Master had already taught him to Apparate – but it would be fun to watch Potter and co. try it out...
Let me know what you think! Comments very much appreciated. Thanks! :)
