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Title: Brew of Ecstasy
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Smith, Harry/Blaise, Harry/Nott, Harry/Crabbe & Goyle, Harry/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: very hard dub-con, bondage, humiliation, gang bang, orgasm denial, potion inhibition
Genre: PWP
Summary: Draco & Co. are having some fun
Disclaimer: JK owns them - I play with them
Word Count: 2061
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pornish_pixies as a welcome back present! I'm so glad you're back!
"Stop struggling, Potter, that's no use anyway." Draco called and grinned at the sniggering pack of six that was standing behind him. My, wasn't that convenient? Harry Potter wandering all alone through the empty halls of Hogwarts in the late hours of the day? It was barely past midnight - just the right time for this. On any other day Potter's little friends might have gone searching for him, but not today, not on the night of the annual Yule ball - though around this time it wasn't so much as a ball anymore, but rather a get-drunk-as-fast-as-you-can fest. And most likely Potter's friends were shagging somewhere - but Draco didn't want to go there. It would ruin the mood.
Besides, Potter was naked and bound to the only table in this unused room, his legs spread and held by tight ropes, his arse on display. Who would think of Weasley and Granger now? Draco licked his lips. How long had he waited for this moment!
Walking up to Potter he took out a tiny vial containing a potion that had taken him nearly three months to brew - not counting the two unsuccessful attempts - and poured some of the oily fluid onto his fingers.
"Relax, Potter." Draco whispered and watched Potter shiver as his breath ghosted over his back. Yes, perfect. Slowly - ever so slowly - he circled Potter's entrance that was desperately and without success trying to close up. He paid no heed to Potter's shouts and curses and pleads and pressed a finger in, almost silently whispering the words he had stumbled across during his last trip to the part of the Malfoy library that his mother didn't like to see him in. Potter's pleads stopped and then - silence. Draco straightened up, his finger still inside of Potter's deliciously tight arse, and waited. And then, startling those who hadn't expected and hoped for it, Potter groaned. Draco suppressed a victorious whoop, just chose to grin as Potter pressed his lips and eyes together, knowing the other one would try to hold in the moans now. Knowing that a game had begun. He started moving his fingers again, slowly and barely stretching Potter - Wouldn't do to have him bleed all over the place -, and turned back to his friends.
"He's tight around my fingers. Bet he hasn't been fucked in a very long time - if at all." He could see them salivating over the sight. "Aren't I right, Potter?" Of course Heroboy chose not to answer, but that was okay because he was sure he would get Potter to make some noise tonight whether he wanted it or not. "Wondering what got you all hot and bothered? That was my own special concoction. I call it Brew of Ecstasy, because it will lead you up to the highest heights of ecstasy and yet will deny you release. It is keyed to the seven of us," Draco nodded back at the group of his friends, even though Potter couldn't see that, "and only when every single one of us has come into your pretty little arse and filled you to the brim with seed you will be allowed to come, too. And every time we hit your prostrate you will feel even more pleasure, will want it even more."
"I will never want this!" Potter snarled and Draco's grin got even bigger. Yes, fight Potter, it'll make this even better. Draco pulled out his finger and nodded at Zacharias Smith, who was already waiting eagerly.
"You first, Smith?" Smith nearly collapsed out of excitement, probably thinking that Draco was doing him a favour, while Draco had just chose him to be first because his dick was the smallest here. Draco stepped aside and crossed his arms, watching Potter's face as Smith stepped up to him, pulling his dick excitedly out of his trousers without bothering to undress.
"And remember to hit his prostrate or this'll be no fun." Draco reminded him. As Smith pushed inside Potter squeezed his eyes shut and grunted lowly, probably feeling the stretch and the burning. That is nothing, Potter, Draco thought and sneered.
Smith pumped rapidly into Potter, maybe hitting his prostrate three or four times, and then he was already done, shouting out and spurting into Potter, whose dick was rising.
"You liked that, Potter?" Draco asked and patted Potter's arse. Firm, delicious, waiting. "Don't worry, you'll get more." He waved the next one over, who was just slightly thicker than Smith and done almost as fast. Really, had people no stamina these days? As Nott went over to Potter, stroking himself slowly and looking like he was going to enjoy this very much, Draco knelt down next to Potter, so he could talk to him quietly.
There were tracks of tears on Potter's face, so Draco stuck out his tongue and licked on of them away. Defeat was salty, it seemed. One more squeezed out as Nott pushed in - he was bigger and the stretch was most likely to be felt again. Potter grunted quietly with everyone of Nott's pushes.
"Number three, Potter, and you are already hard as a rock. Think you'll be able to hold it in for long? You want it. There's no way you can deny this. You want us to fuck you."
"You -" Grunt. "You made me." Draco stood up. Of course he had made him. Wasn't it making this even sweeter? Knowing that it was him who had made Potter want this?
He watched Nott fucking Potter for a bit, watched the hard and fast trusts and how Nott gripped at Potter's hips in a way that would probably leave marks. Draco didn't like that. He went over, stopping right behind Nott and pushed a finger between Nott's arse cheeks, stroking over his opening.
A deep shudder, a low cry and Nott came. Crabbe stepped up to be next, but Blaise reached Potter faster than him.
"Potter, you are wet, you filthy slut." He said in that dark voice of his that made Draco bite his lip and rub his hand over the hard bulge in his trousers that was begging to be freed. Blaise dropped to his knees and swiftly ran his tongue over Potter's dripping hole. Potter let out a tiny whimper. Soon he would be ripe; Draco knew it. "Filthy." Blaise repeated and pushed his tongue in. Oh yes, Blaise was an expert at this. In, out, in, out and that slimy intruder was wriggling with pleasure. Not only could Blaise make someone come like this, but he got off on it as well. He was smart enough to stop before he came, pushed down his trousers quickly and then rammed his length into Potter. Potter's head snapped up and he groaned, now already moving with Blaise's rhythm, trying to push his cock against the table even though it wouldn't help him to get any release. "Merlin, Potter, you're still so tight!" Burying himself deep inside of Potter Blaise came and Potter sagged back onto the table.
Crabbe came next, pumping hard, but not getting the same response as Blaise had.
"Goyle, join him." Draco said and nodded at Crabbe, seeing Potter's eyes widen from his position.
"No!" Potter gasped and that was probably what made Goyle's doubts go away. He didn't even hesitate as he pushed next to Crabbe into Potter, managing to get a wail of him.
"Like that, Potter?" Draco asked smugly. "Being filled with cock to the brim? Getting speared by two cocks at once? I always knew you were a slut."
"I hate you!" Potter gritted out. It was music to Draco's ears.
"And still you won't get enough of me soon." Potter's cock was purple by now, filled and ready and Potter wasn't able to hold all the harsh breaths and groans in. If Crabbe and Goyle had managed to hold out longer and hadn't gotten off on rubbing their cocks at each other inside Potter they would have managed to make him moan in pleasure. But that was now Draco's, just as it should be.
He ran his fingers up and down Potter's cleft, watched his arse shake in anticipation. Yes, there, just like that.
"You're wet, Potter. Wet for it." Draco said with slight fascination, watching Potter's hole twitch. How good of him to have included some black root to keep the hole from getting to wide - it was going be so much more fun to feel Potter cling to him and to have him feel the stretch of intrusion every single time again. Draco undressed slowly, letting his clothes glide off of his body while he was standing so close to Potter that he had to feel them stroking his skin. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it up and down Potter's cleft, rubbed it up and down on Potter's crack. Watched how his hole opened and closed hungrily, still dripping of Crabbe's and Goyle's spunk, and grinned as he heard Potter's small whimpers. "Eager much?" he asked and laughed. Draco bend forward so his nipples were touching Potter's bare back and his dick was snug against his arse and he bit into Potter's shoulder none too gently.
"Feel how much you need this? You need to come, don't you? Your cock is nearly bursting and you can't think of anything other than getting pounded and having your release." Smith was panting hard in the corner, already jerking himself off again. "Beg me, Potter."
"Never..." Potter groaned and Draco watched with satisfaction how his knuckles tightened. He leant forward and pushed an inch of his dick into Potter's tight, wet heat. The other gasped and pulsed with expectation around him, before Draco pulled out again. Another whimper.
"Beg. Me."
"...please."
"Louder. Tell me to fuck you."
"Please ... God ... please just do it. Fuck me." And Draco rammed in deep, making Potter howl. He jerked his hips back and stabbed into Potter again and again, showing no mercy. God, he wanted more of those noises - the whimpers that were increasing to cries with every new thrust, the moans that got louder and louder.
"Potter, you slut!" Draco gasped, never faltering in his moments. He had dreamt of this moment for so long and finally -
"Please! Harder!" Potter shouted frantically and Draco saw him fighting against his restraints as he tried to impale himself further onto Draco. He wanted it so much. Probably wanted it so much that it hurt. Draco slowed down a bit.
"I could take these ropes off, Potter, and you'd fuck yourself raw on me. Fuck me until I cream your ripped out, slutty arse." He panted and licked Potter's neck. Mhmm. Sweat, pain and victory. "Or I could pull out and come all over your back. I could leave you alone, unable to come until I fuck you tomorrow again. Would you like that, Potter?"
"Yes! - No! God!" Potter pushed his arse backwards as much as he could, trembling all over, and Draco reached around him, running his finger tips over Potter's prick, making him sob.
"And if I still didn't come in you? You'd do anything, wouldn't you? You'd even come to me and let me fuck you in the Great Hall, right in front of all of them. Isn't that right?"
"Yes! Yes! Please!" Draco grinned, the image of Potter being nothing but a begging cunt that needed to be filled nearly driving him over the edge. He grabbed Potter's hips where Theo had bruised him and pressed harder, forming new bruises on Potter's red skin, then hammered into him again.
"Take it!" he growled, burying himself in Potter's arse over and over again until he couldn't take it anymore, until the heat, the tightness and Potter's whorish desperation got too much, and came. Barely a second later, a hoarse shout followed and Potter jerked under him, splattering onto table and the dark stone floor. Draco pulled out of Potter, who lay unmoving on the table, and dressed. His friends straightened themselves up laughing, performing cleaning spells on each other and when Draco was done, too, he walked over to Potter.
"We should do this again." He said smirking, ran his forefinger over Potter's now wide anus and jabbed it in before leaving.
me_midgetTitle: Brew of Ecstasy
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Smith, Harry/Blaise, Harry/Nott, Harry/Crabbe & Goyle, Harry/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: very hard dub-con, bondage, humiliation, gang bang, orgasm denial, potion inhibition
Genre: PWP
Summary: Draco & Co. are having some fun
Disclaimer: JK owns them - I play with them
Word Count: 2061
A/N: Written for
pornish_pixies as a welcome back present! I'm so glad you're back!"Stop struggling, Potter, that's no use anyway." Draco called and grinned at the sniggering pack of six that was standing behind him. My, wasn't that convenient? Harry Potter wandering all alone through the empty halls of Hogwarts in the late hours of the day? It was barely past midnight - just the right time for this. On any other day Potter's little friends might have gone searching for him, but not today, not on the night of the annual Yule ball - though around this time it wasn't so much as a ball anymore, but rather a get-drunk-as-fast-as-you-can fest. And most likely Potter's friends were shagging somewhere - but Draco didn't want to go there. It would ruin the mood.
Besides, Potter was naked and bound to the only table in this unused room, his legs spread and held by tight ropes, his arse on display. Who would think of Weasley and Granger now? Draco licked his lips. How long had he waited for this moment!
Walking up to Potter he took out a tiny vial containing a potion that had taken him nearly three months to brew - not counting the two unsuccessful attempts - and poured some of the oily fluid onto his fingers.
"Relax, Potter." Draco whispered and watched Potter shiver as his breath ghosted over his back. Yes, perfect. Slowly - ever so slowly - he circled Potter's entrance that was desperately and without success trying to close up. He paid no heed to Potter's shouts and curses and pleads and pressed a finger in, almost silently whispering the words he had stumbled across during his last trip to the part of the Malfoy library that his mother didn't like to see him in. Potter's pleads stopped and then - silence. Draco straightened up, his finger still inside of Potter's deliciously tight arse, and waited. And then, startling those who hadn't expected and hoped for it, Potter groaned. Draco suppressed a victorious whoop, just chose to grin as Potter pressed his lips and eyes together, knowing the other one would try to hold in the moans now. Knowing that a game had begun. He started moving his fingers again, slowly and barely stretching Potter - Wouldn't do to have him bleed all over the place -, and turned back to his friends.
"He's tight around my fingers. Bet he hasn't been fucked in a very long time - if at all." He could see them salivating over the sight. "Aren't I right, Potter?" Of course Heroboy chose not to answer, but that was okay because he was sure he would get Potter to make some noise tonight whether he wanted it or not. "Wondering what got you all hot and bothered? That was my own special concoction. I call it Brew of Ecstasy, because it will lead you up to the highest heights of ecstasy and yet will deny you release. It is keyed to the seven of us," Draco nodded back at the group of his friends, even though Potter couldn't see that, "and only when every single one of us has come into your pretty little arse and filled you to the brim with seed you will be allowed to come, too. And every time we hit your prostrate you will feel even more pleasure, will want it even more."
"I will never want this!" Potter snarled and Draco's grin got even bigger. Yes, fight Potter, it'll make this even better. Draco pulled out his finger and nodded at Zacharias Smith, who was already waiting eagerly.
"You first, Smith?" Smith nearly collapsed out of excitement, probably thinking that Draco was doing him a favour, while Draco had just chose him to be first because his dick was the smallest here. Draco stepped aside and crossed his arms, watching Potter's face as Smith stepped up to him, pulling his dick excitedly out of his trousers without bothering to undress.
"And remember to hit his prostrate or this'll be no fun." Draco reminded him. As Smith pushed inside Potter squeezed his eyes shut and grunted lowly, probably feeling the stretch and the burning. That is nothing, Potter, Draco thought and sneered.
Smith pumped rapidly into Potter, maybe hitting his prostrate three or four times, and then he was already done, shouting out and spurting into Potter, whose dick was rising.
"You liked that, Potter?" Draco asked and patted Potter's arse. Firm, delicious, waiting. "Don't worry, you'll get more." He waved the next one over, who was just slightly thicker than Smith and done almost as fast. Really, had people no stamina these days? As Nott went over to Potter, stroking himself slowly and looking like he was going to enjoy this very much, Draco knelt down next to Potter, so he could talk to him quietly.
There were tracks of tears on Potter's face, so Draco stuck out his tongue and licked on of them away. Defeat was salty, it seemed. One more squeezed out as Nott pushed in - he was bigger and the stretch was most likely to be felt again. Potter grunted quietly with everyone of Nott's pushes.
"Number three, Potter, and you are already hard as a rock. Think you'll be able to hold it in for long? You want it. There's no way you can deny this. You want us to fuck you."
"You -" Grunt. "You made me." Draco stood up. Of course he had made him. Wasn't it making this even sweeter? Knowing that it was him who had made Potter want this?
He watched Nott fucking Potter for a bit, watched the hard and fast trusts and how Nott gripped at Potter's hips in a way that would probably leave marks. Draco didn't like that. He went over, stopping right behind Nott and pushed a finger between Nott's arse cheeks, stroking over his opening.
A deep shudder, a low cry and Nott came. Crabbe stepped up to be next, but Blaise reached Potter faster than him.
"Potter, you are wet, you filthy slut." He said in that dark voice of his that made Draco bite his lip and rub his hand over the hard bulge in his trousers that was begging to be freed. Blaise dropped to his knees and swiftly ran his tongue over Potter's dripping hole. Potter let out a tiny whimper. Soon he would be ripe; Draco knew it. "Filthy." Blaise repeated and pushed his tongue in. Oh yes, Blaise was an expert at this. In, out, in, out and that slimy intruder was wriggling with pleasure. Not only could Blaise make someone come like this, but he got off on it as well. He was smart enough to stop before he came, pushed down his trousers quickly and then rammed his length into Potter. Potter's head snapped up and he groaned, now already moving with Blaise's rhythm, trying to push his cock against the table even though it wouldn't help him to get any release. "Merlin, Potter, you're still so tight!" Burying himself deep inside of Potter Blaise came and Potter sagged back onto the table.
Crabbe came next, pumping hard, but not getting the same response as Blaise had.
"Goyle, join him." Draco said and nodded at Crabbe, seeing Potter's eyes widen from his position.
"No!" Potter gasped and that was probably what made Goyle's doubts go away. He didn't even hesitate as he pushed next to Crabbe into Potter, managing to get a wail of him.
"Like that, Potter?" Draco asked smugly. "Being filled with cock to the brim? Getting speared by two cocks at once? I always knew you were a slut."
"I hate you!" Potter gritted out. It was music to Draco's ears.
"And still you won't get enough of me soon." Potter's cock was purple by now, filled and ready and Potter wasn't able to hold all the harsh breaths and groans in. If Crabbe and Goyle had managed to hold out longer and hadn't gotten off on rubbing their cocks at each other inside Potter they would have managed to make him moan in pleasure. But that was now Draco's, just as it should be.
He ran his fingers up and down Potter's cleft, watched his arse shake in anticipation. Yes, there, just like that.
"You're wet, Potter. Wet for it." Draco said with slight fascination, watching Potter's hole twitch. How good of him to have included some black root to keep the hole from getting to wide - it was going be so much more fun to feel Potter cling to him and to have him feel the stretch of intrusion every single time again. Draco undressed slowly, letting his clothes glide off of his body while he was standing so close to Potter that he had to feel them stroking his skin. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it up and down Potter's cleft, rubbed it up and down on Potter's crack. Watched how his hole opened and closed hungrily, still dripping of Crabbe's and Goyle's spunk, and grinned as he heard Potter's small whimpers. "Eager much?" he asked and laughed. Draco bend forward so his nipples were touching Potter's bare back and his dick was snug against his arse and he bit into Potter's shoulder none too gently.
"Feel how much you need this? You need to come, don't you? Your cock is nearly bursting and you can't think of anything other than getting pounded and having your release." Smith was panting hard in the corner, already jerking himself off again. "Beg me, Potter."
"Never..." Potter groaned and Draco watched with satisfaction how his knuckles tightened. He leant forward and pushed an inch of his dick into Potter's tight, wet heat. The other gasped and pulsed with expectation around him, before Draco pulled out again. Another whimper.
"Beg. Me."
"...please."
"Louder. Tell me to fuck you."
"Please ... God ... please just do it. Fuck me." And Draco rammed in deep, making Potter howl. He jerked his hips back and stabbed into Potter again and again, showing no mercy. God, he wanted more of those noises - the whimpers that were increasing to cries with every new thrust, the moans that got louder and louder.
"Potter, you slut!" Draco gasped, never faltering in his moments. He had dreamt of this moment for so long and finally -
"Please! Harder!" Potter shouted frantically and Draco saw him fighting against his restraints as he tried to impale himself further onto Draco. He wanted it so much. Probably wanted it so much that it hurt. Draco slowed down a bit.
"I could take these ropes off, Potter, and you'd fuck yourself raw on me. Fuck me until I cream your ripped out, slutty arse." He panted and licked Potter's neck. Mhmm. Sweat, pain and victory. "Or I could pull out and come all over your back. I could leave you alone, unable to come until I fuck you tomorrow again. Would you like that, Potter?"
"Yes! - No! God!" Potter pushed his arse backwards as much as he could, trembling all over, and Draco reached around him, running his finger tips over Potter's prick, making him sob.
"And if I still didn't come in you? You'd do anything, wouldn't you? You'd even come to me and let me fuck you in the Great Hall, right in front of all of them. Isn't that right?"
"Yes! Yes! Please!" Draco grinned, the image of Potter being nothing but a begging cunt that needed to be filled nearly driving him over the edge. He grabbed Potter's hips where Theo had bruised him and pressed harder, forming new bruises on Potter's red skin, then hammered into him again.
"Take it!" he growled, burying himself in Potter's arse over and over again until he couldn't take it anymore, until the heat, the tightness and Potter's whorish desperation got too much, and came. Barely a second later, a hoarse shout followed and Potter jerked under him, splattering onto table and the dark stone floor. Draco pulled out of Potter, who lay unmoving on the table, and dressed. His friends straightened themselves up laughing, performing cleaning spells on each other and when Draco was done, too, he walked over to Potter.
"We should do this again." He said smirking, ran his forefinger over Potter's now wide anus and jabbed it in before leaving.
