Fic: Taking to the Oars
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alisanneTitle: Taking to the Oars
Author:alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Blaise doesn't like to surrender what's his.
Word Count: 900
Genre: Erotica, romance.
Warnings: Rough-ish sex. ;)
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day twenty one prompt(s) used: If the wind will not serve, take to the oars. Embossed, Silk, Peach.
Kink: Rough sex.
This pairing was kinda suggested by![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
torino10154.
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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Taking to The Oars
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The invitation arrived on Blaise’s embossed stationary. Humming, Draco opened it, smirking when he saw the date and time. Only Blaise, he thought. Still, it appealed. So Draco dashed off a reply on one of his own sheets of embossed parchment before returning to wedding arrangements.
A week later, Draco emerged from Blaise’s Floo. Clad in robes and nothing else, as instructed, he looked around, lips pursed when he realised the room was empty. The bed was dressed in green silk sheets, however, and on a side table sat wine and assorted fruit, including some mouth-watering peaches.
The door opened and Blaise walked in. Draco gave him a slow once over and whistled appreciatively. Blaise really did fill out a suit well. Allowing the robes to slide off his shoulders and onto the floor, he murmured, “I see you dressed for the occasion.”
Blaise smirked. “And I see you did, too.” He made a curious gesture with his hand and rope snaked out from the ceiling, binding him.
Draco blinked, then hummed, relaxing as the ropes held him in place. “Planning to make this memorable I see.”
“Every time with me is memorable,” said Blaise, walking closer. His eyes glittered and Draco realised he was angry. “You would do well not to forget that.”
Draco swallowed hard. Despite himself, he was even more turned on, and his cock started to harden. “Blaise, you know this isn’t my choice. My parents made these arrangements.”
“Then why do you have to go through with them?”
“You know better than to ask me that,” snapped Draco. “I’m the Malfoy heir. I must marry and produce the next generation of Malfoys. If it weren’t for that--”
“We could be together openly and you’d tell your parents to go fuck themselves?” Blaise placed his hand on Draco’s chest. “Or is this a convenient excuse?”
“How can you think--?” Draco groaned as Blaise’s mouth closed over his. Blaise wasn’t gentle, his teeth clacking with Draco’s, his tongue plunging deep. When he pulled away abruptly, Draco was gasping. “Blaise--”
“I’m not giving you up.” Blaise had circled him and was standing behind Draco. “Astoria can have the Malfoy name, but I want your body.” Leaning in, he nipped Draco’s neck, his fingers parting his arse cheeks roughly.
“You already have it,” Draco whispered, his head falling forward as Blaise’s fingers probed at his hole. “You know that.”
Blaise muttered something and Draco waited for the familiar feeling of slick looseness to move through him. When nothing happened, he frowned. “Blaise--”
“This is for me, you bastard,” said Blaise, settling a hand on Draco’s hip. With the other, Draco could feel his cock nudging his hole. “Not you. I want you to feel this during your wedding tomorrow.”
Draco groaned as Blaise forced his cock in. Blaise had lubricated himself but not Draco, nor had he loosened him. It hurt and Draco cried out. Blaise ignored him, shoving deeper until he was fully seated. His breath gusting hot against Draco’s neck, Blaise hissed, “I wish I could make you walk down the aisle with my come dripping out of you.”
“Fuck,” Draco moaned, that mental image making his cock, which had gone limp from the pain of Blaise’s painful penetration, twitch.
Blaise started to move, rough thrusts that hurt at first until Draco’s arse loosened. With Draco suspended from the ceiling, he had no leverage, and Blaise took full advantage, his fingers digging into his waist as he dragged him back onto his cock even as he fucked him.
Eventually, pleasure began to spiral through Draco, despite his rough treatment. Or perhaps because of it, he thought hazily as he felt his orgasm rushing through him.
Blaise growled, biting down on Draco’s shoulder as his body stilled, spilling his come inside Draco.
Draco arched his back, shouting as his body shuddered through its own pleasure.
“I should have tied up your cock and balls, too,” panted Blaise. “Made you not come for hours.”
Draco groaned.
Blaise sighed, withdrawing his limp cock from Draco’s body. “But you’d probably have enjoyed that too much.”
Draco licked his lips. “Blaise, my arms--”
“Fine, fine.” Blaise waved a hand and Draco’s bindings fell away. He collapsed onto the floor beside the bed and Blaise sat down beside him. “I should hate you.”
Draco turned towards him, pulling him into a hug. “When did I say I was giving you up?”
Blaise sighed into his neck. “You’re getting married. Of course you’re--”
“When the wind will not serve, take to the oars,” murmured Draco.
Raising his head, Blaise stared at him. “Which means?”
“We can’t get married, but we can still be together.” Draco cupped Blaise’s jaw. “Astoria has no more desire to marry than I do. She’s in love with some Ravenclaw girl. They plan to continue their affair as well. This is only to satisfy our parents, Blaise, nothing more.”
Blaise’s eyes narrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
Draco hummed. “Because I know how...possessive you can be, and I wanted to see what you’d do.”
“Bastard.” Blaise’s smirk was wicked. “I think I really will fuck you right up until your wedding so that my come is running out of you.”
Draco looped his arms around Blaise’s neck. “Then what are you waiting for?”
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Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Blaise doesn't like to surrender what's his.
Word Count: 900
Genre: Erotica, romance.
Warnings: Rough-ish sex. ;)
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day twenty one prompt(s) used: If the wind will not serve, take to the oars. Embossed, Silk, Peach.
Kink: Rough sex.
This pairing was kinda suggested by
torino10154. 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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Taking to The Oars
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The invitation arrived on Blaise’s embossed stationary. Humming, Draco opened it, smirking when he saw the date and time. Only Blaise, he thought. Still, it appealed. So Draco dashed off a reply on one of his own sheets of embossed parchment before returning to wedding arrangements.
A week later, Draco emerged from Blaise’s Floo. Clad in robes and nothing else, as instructed, he looked around, lips pursed when he realised the room was empty. The bed was dressed in green silk sheets, however, and on a side table sat wine and assorted fruit, including some mouth-watering peaches.
The door opened and Blaise walked in. Draco gave him a slow once over and whistled appreciatively. Blaise really did fill out a suit well. Allowing the robes to slide off his shoulders and onto the floor, he murmured, “I see you dressed for the occasion.”
Blaise smirked. “And I see you did, too.” He made a curious gesture with his hand and rope snaked out from the ceiling, binding him.
Draco blinked, then hummed, relaxing as the ropes held him in place. “Planning to make this memorable I see.”
“Every time with me is memorable,” said Blaise, walking closer. His eyes glittered and Draco realised he was angry. “You would do well not to forget that.”
Draco swallowed hard. Despite himself, he was even more turned on, and his cock started to harden. “Blaise, you know this isn’t my choice. My parents made these arrangements.”
“Then why do you have to go through with them?”
“You know better than to ask me that,” snapped Draco. “I’m the Malfoy heir. I must marry and produce the next generation of Malfoys. If it weren’t for that--”
“We could be together openly and you’d tell your parents to go fuck themselves?” Blaise placed his hand on Draco’s chest. “Or is this a convenient excuse?”
“How can you think--?” Draco groaned as Blaise’s mouth closed over his. Blaise wasn’t gentle, his teeth clacking with Draco’s, his tongue plunging deep. When he pulled away abruptly, Draco was gasping. “Blaise--”
“I’m not giving you up.” Blaise had circled him and was standing behind Draco. “Astoria can have the Malfoy name, but I want your body.” Leaning in, he nipped Draco’s neck, his fingers parting his arse cheeks roughly.
“You already have it,” Draco whispered, his head falling forward as Blaise’s fingers probed at his hole. “You know that.”
Blaise muttered something and Draco waited for the familiar feeling of slick looseness to move through him. When nothing happened, he frowned. “Blaise--”
“This is for me, you bastard,” said Blaise, settling a hand on Draco’s hip. With the other, Draco could feel his cock nudging his hole. “Not you. I want you to feel this during your wedding tomorrow.”
Draco groaned as Blaise forced his cock in. Blaise had lubricated himself but not Draco, nor had he loosened him. It hurt and Draco cried out. Blaise ignored him, shoving deeper until he was fully seated. His breath gusting hot against Draco’s neck, Blaise hissed, “I wish I could make you walk down the aisle with my come dripping out of you.”
“Fuck,” Draco moaned, that mental image making his cock, which had gone limp from the pain of Blaise’s painful penetration, twitch.
Blaise started to move, rough thrusts that hurt at first until Draco’s arse loosened. With Draco suspended from the ceiling, he had no leverage, and Blaise took full advantage, his fingers digging into his waist as he dragged him back onto his cock even as he fucked him.
Eventually, pleasure began to spiral through Draco, despite his rough treatment. Or perhaps because of it, he thought hazily as he felt his orgasm rushing through him.
Blaise growled, biting down on Draco’s shoulder as his body stilled, spilling his come inside Draco.
Draco arched his back, shouting as his body shuddered through its own pleasure.
“I should have tied up your cock and balls, too,” panted Blaise. “Made you not come for hours.”
Draco groaned.
Blaise sighed, withdrawing his limp cock from Draco’s body. “But you’d probably have enjoyed that too much.”
Draco licked his lips. “Blaise, my arms--”
“Fine, fine.” Blaise waved a hand and Draco’s bindings fell away. He collapsed onto the floor beside the bed and Blaise sat down beside him. “I should hate you.”
Draco turned towards him, pulling him into a hug. “When did I say I was giving you up?”
Blaise sighed into his neck. “You’re getting married. Of course you’re--”
“When the wind will not serve, take to the oars,” murmured Draco.
Raising his head, Blaise stared at him. “Which means?”
“We can’t get married, but we can still be together.” Draco cupped Blaise’s jaw. “Astoria has no more desire to marry than I do. She’s in love with some Ravenclaw girl. They plan to continue their affair as well. This is only to satisfy our parents, Blaise, nothing more.”
Blaise’s eyes narrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
Draco hummed. “Because I know how...possessive you can be, and I wanted to see what you’d do.”
“Bastard.” Blaise’s smirk was wicked. “I think I really will fuck you right up until your wedding so that my come is running out of you.”
Draco looped his arms around Blaise’s neck. “Then what are you waiting for?”
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