wicked smut goddess (gracerene) wrote,
wicked smut goddess

FIC: Teacher's Pet, Part 26 (Charlie/Draco, NC-17)

Title: Teacher's Pet, Part 26
Author: gracerene
Pairing: Charlie/Draco
Word Count: ~900
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: professor/student, anal sex WOOO!
Challenge: hp_may_madness 2016 Day #26: Faith, hope, feather
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd.

Part 25

Draco shuddered as Charlie positioned the glistening tip of his cock at Draco's entrance. It was finally about to happen. Charlie was going to fuck Draco, and Draco couldn't be more ready for it. Charlie's gaze locked with Draco's, and he began to push inside.

It had been almost a year since the last time Draco had done this, and the sting was stronger than Draco remembered—probably due to Charlie's massive cock—but he breathed through it. Draco was glad that Charlie didn't stop, that he had faith in Draco's ability to speak up if he was uncomfortable. He let Draco adjust, working himself inside in gentle increments until his hips brushed against Draco's arse.

"Fuck," Draco said, the fact that Charlie was inside of him had started to sink in.

"Yeah," Charlie said. His voice was slurred with the force of his desire, eyes glassy and amazed as he stared down at Draco. His fingertips brushed feather-light caresses across Draco's thighs and hips. Draco was suitably impressed with his restraint.

Draco clenched down on Charlie's cock, testing the stretch and watching for the resulting shiver that cascaded through Charlie's body.

"You should starting fucking me now."

Charlie's eyes lit up with an adorable hope. "Yeah?"

"Fuck, yes."

Draco hadn't even finished speaking before Charlie's hips twitched, his thick cock sliding slowly out of Draco's body. Before he had a chance to mourn the loss, Charlie was thrusting back in, making Draco's toes curl and his breath catch.

It was clear that Charlie had plenty of experience, and he used it now to devastating effect, rolling his hips into Draco in a gracefully mind-blowing rhythm. It didn't take long for him to find out just what Draco liked, a slow, hard, grind that made Draco's eyes roll to the back of his head. It was all Draco could do to scrabble uselessly at Charlie's arms and the bed-sheets, doing his best to hold on for the ride as Charlie took him apart.

Draco wasn't sure how long they moved together. It was long enough that sweat pooled in the dips of his collarbones and slid down Charlie's forehead. Long enough that Draco's throat felt raw and his arse felt swollen. His cock was fat and heavy against his stomach, leaking precome onto his skin as it throbbed with every thrust of Charlie's talented cock. His orgasm swirled at the base of his spine, and eventually, it was too much for Draco to ignore.

He gripped his prick with one hand and began to wank furiously as Charlie took him again and again. Charlie groaned at the sight, his hips speeding up as he chased his own end. Draco stared up at Charlie, at the broad shoulders and ginger hair and filthy smile that had caught his eye all those months ago at the club. So much had happened since then, so many feelings had grown between the two of them, but that base, undeniable attraction still throbbed between them. A flash of movement on Charlie's torso caught Draco's eyes—Charlie's dragon tattoo dancing across his pecs, responding to the fevered mood. The dragon released a stream of molten fire, and Draco came.

His muscles clamped down on Charlie's prick as he emptied his release onto his stomach. Draco felt Charlie's rhythm falter, before he picked it up again double speed, fucking into Draco like it was the last thing he'd ever do. Draco shivered through the aftershocks, every thrust of Charlie's cock sending another wave of bliss jolting through him.

It didn't take long for Charlie to stiffen and come, shouting Draco's name as he shot his release deep into Draco's arse. Draco imagined he could almost feel it, the hot, wet rush inside as Charlie's come filled him up.

"I'm glad we finally did that," Draco murmured after Charlie pulled out and cleaned them both up with a whispered spell.

"Me too. That was—" Charlie rolled on top of him and kissed him deeply, his fingers sliding between Draco's. "Perfect," Charlie breathed against Draco's lips when they finally parted for air.

"Wonderful as it was though, I should probably get going," Draco said regretfully.

"What? No, stay."

Draco got up and pulled away from Charlie's grabby hands with one last kiss. "I can't stay here, Charlie. You're a professor. We probably shouldn't have even had sex in your chambers, but…" He grinned over at Charlie. Draco couldn't bring himself to regret a single moment of their night together.

Charlie scowled as Draco pulled on his clothing. "I hate that you have to leave."

"Me too. I've had quite a few fantasies about morning sex."

Charlie groaned. "Only a few more months until the end of the school year."

"And?" Draco teased.

"And then I'm taking you away for a weekend. We're going to hold hands on the beach, and gaze soppily at each other in restaurants, and make up for every last moment of sexual frustration we've had over the past year."

Draco's heart expanded with emotion, with hope for a future with Charlie, and something that felt a hell of alot stronger than mere fondness. He couldn't resist leaning back over the bed and kissing Charlie again, showing Charlie just how much he approved of his plan.

"It's a date."

Part 27
Tags: bottom!draco, fandom: harry potter, fest: hp_may_madness, kink: anal sex, kink: teacher/student relationship, my fanfic, no repost, pairing type: slash, pairing: charlie/draco, rating: nc-17
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