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Wishlists: Come for Me (Draco/Neville)
Author: maraudersaffair
Recipient:veelawings
Title: Come for Me
Pairing: Draco/Neville
Request/Prompt Used: some Hurt/Comfort, Voyeurism, D/s elements, Light Bondage
Rating: Explicit
Word Count/Art Medium: 1000
Summary: Draco Malfoy had a secret. He liked burly men, strong men. He liked watching them out of the corner of his eye, watching them throw and thrust and strangle. He liked watching Neville Longbottom.
Notes: Unbeta'd. There is some breath play in this.
Draco Malfoy had a secret. He liked burly men, strong men. He liked watching them out of the corner of his eye, watching them throw and thrust and strangle. He liked watching Neville Longbottom.
Draco and Longbottom had never been friends. In fact, Draco had bullied Longbottom when they were in school. He was ashamed of it now, but it was the truth. Longbottom had just been so easy to bully. He had been large and fat and awkward. He had blushed too easily. He had been too soft on the inside.
Over the years, Longbottom had changed. He had hardened up.
Longbottom was still large; he was still thick. He now looked like he was strong enough to crush a man’s skull between his hands. Draco thought about Longbottom wrapping his hands around his neck a lot. He thought about it and yearned.
Longbottom had hardened up and now Draco wasn’t so sure if he was still soft on the inside. He wondered if he’d banished tenderness from his life. He wondered if Longbottom was attracted to men.
It was early summer, and Draco was headed to Longbottom’s cottage in the forest to purchase ingredients from him. Longbottom had long ago pushed out the world, and Draco admired it. Draco very much wished he could chuck the whole lot, but his livelihood depended on him charming and schmoozing the people he encountered. He was a traveling salesman who specialised in potions.
Longbottom’s cottage was a tiny structure situated in a tiny clearing. All around, the forest trees loomed protectively. Longbottom had several rows of plants growing in the clearing. His tiny cottage was also filled to the brim with suspicious greenery.
At first, Longbottom was nowhere to be found. Draco circled his little property, looking for him. He knocked on the door, and when no answer came, he debated just leaving. Then he heard a sound. It sounded like a cry.
Draco shouldered open the door. The living room was empty, the fire crackling merrily on the hearth. Draco heard the cry again, and rushed down the tight hallway. He stopped when he realised the noise was coming from Longbottom’s bedroom.
The door to his bedroom was slightly opened. Draco peered inside and caught his breath. Longbottom had his back to the door. He was starkers, giving Draco a glimpse of his incredible arse. Longbottom cried out again, his head tipping back, and Draco realised what he was seeing: Longbottom was wanking. He was at the cusp of orgasm, his hand working his cock furiously, the muscles straining in his arm.
Merlin, Draco thought, and stumbled back. He was suddenly very hard, and his mind was a blur.
He went back to the living room, not knowing his own intentions. He should leave. Give Longbottom privacy. Then he heard Longbottom coming, a low, desperate whine escaping from the bedroom, and his mind went white hot.
Stumbling back again, Draco lost his footing and collided with something soft and velvety. Something cool.
It was a plant, just a silly old plant, and Draco tried to move away from it. The plant wrapped around him. It looped around his wrists, forcing his arms up, and then it looped around his ankles, cementing him to the wall.
Oh, fuck.
Draco struggled, twisting, sweat breaking out all over his body. The plant only tightened its hold. Panicking, Draco cried out.
Longbottom rushed out of his bedroom. He was still starkers, his prick still wet. His expression clouded over in shock. “Malfoy?”
“Help me!” Draco struggled more.
Longbottom Summoned his wand and rushed closer. He began hacking at the plant’s vines with spells, but the plant merely regrew what it lost. Draco thrashed hard, screaming.
“Don’t move!” Longbottom ordered.
“It’s going to kill me!”
Longbottom shoved Draco against the wall with his big palms, forcing him to stop moving. He breathed hard in Draco’s face, his pupils blown in fear. “You’re not going to die,” he said.
“Yes,” Draco answered, but he was no longer thinking about his own safety. Longbottom was standing so close to him; he was touching him.
“Are you all right?” Longbottom said.
Draco gulped. “You’re starkers.”
“I am.”
“I - I saw you.”
“I know.”
Draco arched, overcome by Longbottom’s admission. He pressed against Longbottom, and they both realised Draco was very, very hard.
“Oh,” Longbottom breathed.
Draco attempted a smirk. “I’m at your mercy.”
Longbottom pressed even closer. He murmured, “This plant isn’t going to harm you. Movement agitates it, that’s all.” Then: “I will take care of you.”
“Yes,” Draco moaned. He was desperate for someone to make him feel safe.
Longbottom licked his neck. It was shocking, delicious; Draco caught his breath and arched again, pressing his stiffy against him.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” Draco whispered.
“Good,” Longbottom growled. He opened his mouth to Draco’s neck again, sucking his skin, as his hand undid his trousers and sneaked into his underpants.
“Oh, Merlin,” Draco said when Longbottom’s big fist closed around his cock.
Longbottom tugged him, over and over, his thumb caressing the underside. “You like being tied up, don’t you?”
Draco nodded eagerly, needily. He tried to kiss Longbottom, but Longbottom wrapped his other hand around his neck. He squeezed, cutting off air. Draco’s mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. Longbottom’s fist quickened.
“Come for me,” Longbottom ordered, his voice deep, commanding. Draco’s hips stuttered; he was desperate to thrust, to feel more, but Longbottom didn’t let him. Longbottom controlled everything, absolutely everything, and it was this thought that pushed Draco over the edge.
Crying out, Draco spilled over his unrelenting fist. He came and came, and he knew there was a lot of semen. He had been needy for so very long.
“Very good,” Longbottom murmured once Draco had calmed down. Draco slumped forward, utterly motionless. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Longbottom eased Draco from the relaxed vines and pulled him into his arms. “My turn,” he said, and carried Draco into the bedroom.
Draco’s business for the day would have to wait.
maraudersaffairRecipient:
veelawingsTitle: Come for Me
Pairing: Draco/Neville
Request/Prompt Used: some Hurt/Comfort, Voyeurism, D/s elements, Light Bondage
Rating: Explicit
Word Count/Art Medium: 1000
Summary: Draco Malfoy had a secret. He liked burly men, strong men. He liked watching them out of the corner of his eye, watching them throw and thrust and strangle. He liked watching Neville Longbottom.
Notes: Unbeta'd. There is some breath play in this.
Draco Malfoy had a secret. He liked burly men, strong men. He liked watching them out of the corner of his eye, watching them throw and thrust and strangle. He liked watching Neville Longbottom.
Draco and Longbottom had never been friends. In fact, Draco had bullied Longbottom when they were in school. He was ashamed of it now, but it was the truth. Longbottom had just been so easy to bully. He had been large and fat and awkward. He had blushed too easily. He had been too soft on the inside.
Over the years, Longbottom had changed. He had hardened up.
Longbottom was still large; he was still thick. He now looked like he was strong enough to crush a man’s skull between his hands. Draco thought about Longbottom wrapping his hands around his neck a lot. He thought about it and yearned.
Longbottom had hardened up and now Draco wasn’t so sure if he was still soft on the inside. He wondered if he’d banished tenderness from his life. He wondered if Longbottom was attracted to men.
It was early summer, and Draco was headed to Longbottom’s cottage in the forest to purchase ingredients from him. Longbottom had long ago pushed out the world, and Draco admired it. Draco very much wished he could chuck the whole lot, but his livelihood depended on him charming and schmoozing the people he encountered. He was a traveling salesman who specialised in potions.
Longbottom’s cottage was a tiny structure situated in a tiny clearing. All around, the forest trees loomed protectively. Longbottom had several rows of plants growing in the clearing. His tiny cottage was also filled to the brim with suspicious greenery.
At first, Longbottom was nowhere to be found. Draco circled his little property, looking for him. He knocked on the door, and when no answer came, he debated just leaving. Then he heard a sound. It sounded like a cry.
Draco shouldered open the door. The living room was empty, the fire crackling merrily on the hearth. Draco heard the cry again, and rushed down the tight hallway. He stopped when he realised the noise was coming from Longbottom’s bedroom.
The door to his bedroom was slightly opened. Draco peered inside and caught his breath. Longbottom had his back to the door. He was starkers, giving Draco a glimpse of his incredible arse. Longbottom cried out again, his head tipping back, and Draco realised what he was seeing: Longbottom was wanking. He was at the cusp of orgasm, his hand working his cock furiously, the muscles straining in his arm.
Merlin, Draco thought, and stumbled back. He was suddenly very hard, and his mind was a blur.
He went back to the living room, not knowing his own intentions. He should leave. Give Longbottom privacy. Then he heard Longbottom coming, a low, desperate whine escaping from the bedroom, and his mind went white hot.
Stumbling back again, Draco lost his footing and collided with something soft and velvety. Something cool.
It was a plant, just a silly old plant, and Draco tried to move away from it. The plant wrapped around him. It looped around his wrists, forcing his arms up, and then it looped around his ankles, cementing him to the wall.
Oh, fuck.
Draco struggled, twisting, sweat breaking out all over his body. The plant only tightened its hold. Panicking, Draco cried out.
Longbottom rushed out of his bedroom. He was still starkers, his prick still wet. His expression clouded over in shock. “Malfoy?”
“Help me!” Draco struggled more.
Longbottom Summoned his wand and rushed closer. He began hacking at the plant’s vines with spells, but the plant merely regrew what it lost. Draco thrashed hard, screaming.
“Don’t move!” Longbottom ordered.
“It’s going to kill me!”
Longbottom shoved Draco against the wall with his big palms, forcing him to stop moving. He breathed hard in Draco’s face, his pupils blown in fear. “You’re not going to die,” he said.
“Yes,” Draco answered, but he was no longer thinking about his own safety. Longbottom was standing so close to him; he was touching him.
“Are you all right?” Longbottom said.
Draco gulped. “You’re starkers.”
“I am.”
“I - I saw you.”
“I know.”
Draco arched, overcome by Longbottom’s admission. He pressed against Longbottom, and they both realised Draco was very, very hard.
“Oh,” Longbottom breathed.
Draco attempted a smirk. “I’m at your mercy.”
Longbottom pressed even closer. He murmured, “This plant isn’t going to harm you. Movement agitates it, that’s all.” Then: “I will take care of you.”
“Yes,” Draco moaned. He was desperate for someone to make him feel safe.
Longbottom licked his neck. It was shocking, delicious; Draco caught his breath and arched again, pressing his stiffy against him.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” Draco whispered.
“Good,” Longbottom growled. He opened his mouth to Draco’s neck again, sucking his skin, as his hand undid his trousers and sneaked into his underpants.
“Oh, Merlin,” Draco said when Longbottom’s big fist closed around his cock.
Longbottom tugged him, over and over, his thumb caressing the underside. “You like being tied up, don’t you?”
Draco nodded eagerly, needily. He tried to kiss Longbottom, but Longbottom wrapped his other hand around his neck. He squeezed, cutting off air. Draco’s mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. Longbottom’s fist quickened.
“Come for me,” Longbottom ordered, his voice deep, commanding. Draco’s hips stuttered; he was desperate to thrust, to feel more, but Longbottom didn’t let him. Longbottom controlled everything, absolutely everything, and it was this thought that pushed Draco over the edge.
Crying out, Draco spilled over his unrelenting fist. He came and came, and he knew there was a lot of semen. He had been needy for so very long.
“Very good,” Longbottom murmured once Draco had calmed down. Draco slumped forward, utterly motionless. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Longbottom eased Draco from the relaxed vines and pulled him into his arms. “My turn,” he said, and carried Draco into the bedroom.
Draco’s business for the day would have to wait.