The greater part of pleasure
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draco100Title: The greater part of pleasure
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ravenclawsquill
Prompt: Fireworks
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 100
Summary: They say anticipation is the greater part of pleasure, and I must say I agree.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mild BDSM, whipping
Notes: Thank you todigthewriter for the speedy beta.
The phrase “anticipation is the greater part of pleasure” is shamelessly borrowed from my all-time favourite writer, the magnificent Angela Carter.
Read at AO3 or below the cut.
They say anticipation is the greater part of pleasure, and as I wait, stripped naked and bent over Potter’s lap, I must say I agree.
He dangles the belt before me, drawing the supple leather between his fingers. Its heady scent has me writhing against him, pleading for him to just do it.
My erection nudges his thigh, smearing pre-come on his trousers. Every nerve ending is alight with adrenaline.
I shut my eyes and brace myself for the sting.
When it hits, pain and pleasure flare through my body, bold and bright as fireworks.
It’s always worth the wait.
Author:
ravenclawsquillPrompt: Fireworks
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 100
Summary: They say anticipation is the greater part of pleasure, and I must say I agree.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mild BDSM, whipping
Notes: Thank you to
digthewriter for the speedy beta.The phrase “anticipation is the greater part of pleasure” is shamelessly borrowed from my all-time favourite writer, the magnificent Angela Carter.
Read at AO3 or below the cut.
They say anticipation is the greater part of pleasure, and as I wait, stripped naked and bent over Potter’s lap, I must say I agree.
He dangles the belt before me, drawing the supple leather between his fingers. Its heady scent has me writhing against him, pleading for him to just do it.
My erection nudges his thigh, smearing pre-come on his trousers. Every nerve ending is alight with adrenaline.
I shut my eyes and brace myself for the sting.
When it hits, pain and pleasure flare through my body, bold and bright as fireworks.
It’s always worth the wait.
