Fic: After Hours
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alisanneTitle: After Hours
Author:alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco tends to ignore his manager. Fortunately, his manager has ways of making him listen.
Word Count: 717
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: Rough sex.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day twelve prompt(s) used: Naked, Periwinkle, Custard.
Kink: role playing.
This pairing was suggested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
orlando_switch.
Beta:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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After Hours
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Draco had just stripped off his periwinkle blue uniform and slipped into the team showers when he heard the door open and then slam shut. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t turn around, continuing his ablutions.
“There you are.”
Closing his eyes, Draco savoured the sensation of the hot water cascading over his naked body and ignored the voice.
“You vill look at me vhen I talk to you.”
Sighing, Draco turned to look at his team manager. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” he drawled. “Isn’t it enough that you harangue us on the pitch? Now you’re nagging us in the shower?”
“You do not listen to me vhen on the pitch.” Viktor Krum’s mouth tightened into a line. “I thought this vould be a better place to get you to hear reason.”
Draco sneered, turning away. “I’ll listen to you when you start making sense.” He had barely started reaching for the soap when he was slammed against the tile wall by Viktor’s large, muscled body. “What in the--?”
“You vill shut up now,” Viktor growled. “I haf had enough of you. You are insolent and you do not listen to me. It is clear I must teach you lesson.”
Draco frowned. “What the hell do you think you’re do-- Oh, fuck!”
Viktor had slapped Draco’s arse cheek with his hand. “You deserve this,” he muttered, holding Draco steady as he systematically slapped him on alternating arse cheeks. The sting of each slap was momentarily soothed by the water, although, since it was warm, soon it was making the skin even hotter.
“Ouch!” Draco cried, starting to struggle. “You brute!”
Reaching past Draco’s head, Viktor grabbed the conditioner. “Stay still,” he said.
Draco heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and then Viktor was pressed against him. “This seems to be the only language you speak,” he said, lips brushing Draco’s ear as he spoke. “So be it.”
Thick fingers slid into Draco, who groaned at the intrusion.
“You think I don’t know vhat a slut you are?” Viktor panted, his cock sliding between Draco’s arse cheeks. “You think I am not avare that you are fucking everyone on the team?”
Draco groaned. “What do you care? You’re not my keeper!”
“I am your manager.” Viktor had barely prepared Draco. Clearly he wanted him to feel it. “You vill obey me!”
Draco tried to reply but Viktor chose that moment to thrust, and the thickness of Viktor breaching him robbed him of breath.
Viktor kicked Draco’s legs wider apart and, settling his big, beefy hands on Draco’s hips, started to fuck him in earnest. Each thrust was punctuated with a word. “You...vill...do...vhat...I...say.”
Draco, who had given up struggling, was arching his back, trying to take Viktor deeper. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered. “Close, Viktor. So close--”
Viktor sped up, and sliding a hand around to grasp Draco’s prick, began stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Draco keened, closing his eyes as white hot pleasure burst through him and he came all over Viktor’s hand and the shower wall.
Viktor grunted as Draco’s muscles tightened around him, managing a few more thrusts before he, too, came, spilling inside Draco. They both slid to the floor, drenched and sated.
“That’s another set of manager’s robes you’ve ruined,” Draco said once he’d recovered, cracking open one eye to look at Viktor.
Viktor laughed softly. “Trust you to care about my robes. You are such a peacock.”
Draco snorted, holding up two fingers in a rude gesture.
“Vee already did that.” Viktor smirked. “And it vas clear you enjoyed it.”
“I did,” sighed Draco. “Although now I just want to go home. I requested Bippy make us custard this evening and I’m starving.”
“Me, too,” agreed Viktor.
As they stood up to get ready to go back to their shared flat, Draco hummed. “So...what you said about me fucking the entire team--”
Viktor raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“Maybe you could...catch me doing that next time?” Draco smiled as Viktor blinked. “Not really of course. But we do have that simulation training room. No one uses it at night. We could...do more roleplay. If you like?”
Slowly, Viktor smiled. “Yes,” he agreed, taking Draco’s hand. “Yes, I vould like that very much.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco tends to ignore his manager. Fortunately, his manager has ways of making him listen.
Word Count: 717
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: Rough sex.
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day twelve prompt(s) used: Naked, Periwinkle, Custard.
Kink: role playing.
This pairing was suggested by
orlando_switch. Beta:
sevfan and emynn. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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After Hours
~
Draco had just stripped off his periwinkle blue uniform and slipped into the team showers when he heard the door open and then slam shut. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t turn around, continuing his ablutions.
“There you are.”
Closing his eyes, Draco savoured the sensation of the hot water cascading over his naked body and ignored the voice.
“You vill look at me vhen I talk to you.”
Sighing, Draco turned to look at his team manager. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” he drawled. “Isn’t it enough that you harangue us on the pitch? Now you’re nagging us in the shower?”
“You do not listen to me vhen on the pitch.” Viktor Krum’s mouth tightened into a line. “I thought this vould be a better place to get you to hear reason.”
Draco sneered, turning away. “I’ll listen to you when you start making sense.” He had barely started reaching for the soap when he was slammed against the tile wall by Viktor’s large, muscled body. “What in the--?”
“You vill shut up now,” Viktor growled. “I haf had enough of you. You are insolent and you do not listen to me. It is clear I must teach you lesson.”
Draco frowned. “What the hell do you think you’re do-- Oh, fuck!”
Viktor had slapped Draco’s arse cheek with his hand. “You deserve this,” he muttered, holding Draco steady as he systematically slapped him on alternating arse cheeks. The sting of each slap was momentarily soothed by the water, although, since it was warm, soon it was making the skin even hotter.
“Ouch!” Draco cried, starting to struggle. “You brute!”
Reaching past Draco’s head, Viktor grabbed the conditioner. “Stay still,” he said.
Draco heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and then Viktor was pressed against him. “This seems to be the only language you speak,” he said, lips brushing Draco’s ear as he spoke. “So be it.”
Thick fingers slid into Draco, who groaned at the intrusion.
“You think I don’t know vhat a slut you are?” Viktor panted, his cock sliding between Draco’s arse cheeks. “You think I am not avare that you are fucking everyone on the team?”
Draco groaned. “What do you care? You’re not my keeper!”
“I am your manager.” Viktor had barely prepared Draco. Clearly he wanted him to feel it. “You vill obey me!”
Draco tried to reply but Viktor chose that moment to thrust, and the thickness of Viktor breaching him robbed him of breath.
Viktor kicked Draco’s legs wider apart and, settling his big, beefy hands on Draco’s hips, started to fuck him in earnest. Each thrust was punctuated with a word. “You...vill...do...vhat...I...say.”
Draco, who had given up struggling, was arching his back, trying to take Viktor deeper. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered. “Close, Viktor. So close--”
Viktor sped up, and sliding a hand around to grasp Draco’s prick, began stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Draco keened, closing his eyes as white hot pleasure burst through him and he came all over Viktor’s hand and the shower wall.
Viktor grunted as Draco’s muscles tightened around him, managing a few more thrusts before he, too, came, spilling inside Draco. They both slid to the floor, drenched and sated.
“That’s another set of manager’s robes you’ve ruined,” Draco said once he’d recovered, cracking open one eye to look at Viktor.
Viktor laughed softly. “Trust you to care about my robes. You are such a peacock.”
Draco snorted, holding up two fingers in a rude gesture.
“Vee already did that.” Viktor smirked. “And it vas clear you enjoyed it.”
“I did,” sighed Draco. “Although now I just want to go home. I requested Bippy make us custard this evening and I’m starving.”
“Me, too,” agreed Viktor.
As they stood up to get ready to go back to their shared flat, Draco hummed. “So...what you said about me fucking the entire team--”
Viktor raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“Maybe you could...catch me doing that next time?” Draco smiled as Viktor blinked. “Not really of course. But we do have that simulation training room. No one uses it at night. We could...do more roleplay. If you like?”
Slowly, Viktor smiled. “Yes,” he agreed, taking Draco’s hand. “Yes, I vould like that very much.”
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