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tamingthemuseTitle: Insatiable (preview)
Author: Aleanor Black (aka loladaisy)
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 245-Achilles' Elbow
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron Weasely/Draco Malfoy
Summary: “Every Friday night, Draco Malfoy loved to indulge on his favorite pastime: fucking.” Unfortunately for Malfoy, fucking wasn’t what he received. A bigger surprise waited for him after entering the club.
Warning: SoloM, Blowjobs, Graphic Language, Sexual Content
Author’s Note: Never listen to DJ Ricardo Presents: Out Anthems 2 when writing a story. It will make your mind go south of the bounder. Please read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, especially the characters Ron Weasely and Draco Malfoy. I’m not making any money whatsoever and I’m doing this for my own amusement.
Every Friday night, Draco Malfoy loved to indulge on his favorite pastime, fucking. Not making love, but the no string attached, wake up in the morning and leave, sex. It relives him from his stressful, dull life and gives him the chance to reinvent himself. He was no longer Draco Malfoy, son of former Death Eater and rival of Harry Potter, but a complete predator, looking for his next hit. His next hit happened to be a young, stiff, man ready to satisfy his desires. As long as he served his duties, keep his wife happy and maintain the Malfoy family’s reputation, he could do as he plead with his personal life.
Achilles’ Elbow was a club visited every Friday, depending on his schedule. He entered the musky, dark club to find his potential sex partner who can fuck him long and hard, and take him in the mouth without gagging. A sex partner who loved to be rough with him was always a plus in his book of sordid tales. He loved it rough: whips, chains, spankings on the ass, made his dick excited. The more it hurt, the better the pleasure and he lived by those words. He tried suggesting it to his wife, but she usually declined. If he couldn’t get his wife to fulfill his needs he might as well find someone who would appreciate it.
As usually, the dance floor was crowded. Men of different appeals danced seductively against each other, swaying to the sound of high, up-tempo music. Draco stood near the bar, watching the hundreds of men dancing and grinding to the melody of the powerhouse, soulful vocalist. The Technicolor lights flashed on the people, making them appear like waves of an ocean moving along the tides. Sweat glisten, hands waving, body twisting made Draco have high expectation for his potential one night stander.
He ordered a Firewhiskey on the rocks, a nice drink to start the night. A blonde, luscious bartender gave him the drink. Draco eyed the bartender, admiring the sparking blue eyes, huge dimples, and seductive smile that can melt hearts. Even the tight fitting shirt left nothing to the imagination. The noticeable nipple piecing caught his attention. He licked his lips, smiling at him before taking a sip. The brownish liquor flowed down his throat, leaving a sweet flavor in his mouth. Draco wouldn’t mind seeing the lower part of the blondes’ body.
The bartender was on the top of his list of “doable” men if he can’t find anyone better. Draco searched predatorily for a man with a big cock, juicy lips, and a nice body to ride him. Good breath was always a plus. He surveyed the available men on the dance floor. A short man dancing awkwardly to the current song which made Draco immediately marked him from his list. Then a rather lean, tall man caught his attention. The man swings his long chestnut hair in every direction as he moved to the beat. The jeans hugged his hips, showing off his washboard abs and v-line torso. Draco liked what he saw until his eyes landed on the man’s crotch. A short dick was not part of his agenda. He wanted to feel a hang cock inside his tight ass so when he wakes up in the morning, he can still feel him. Draco wanted it to last for days, not two minutes.
While holding his drink, Draco propped his elbows on the crystal-made bar. After scanning the room, Draco concluded it was going to be another boring night. He might as well take the blonde bartender home with him. Maybe sucking on his pieced nipples will satisfy his needs for the evening.
Taking another snip of Firewhiskey, he nearly choked on it. The unmistakable red hair, pale skin, the dull brown eyes, and lanky built can only describe on person he loathed.
Ronald Weasely.
Author: Aleanor Black (aka loladaisy)
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 245-Achilles' Elbow
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron Weasely/Draco Malfoy
Summary: “Every Friday night, Draco Malfoy loved to indulge on his favorite pastime: fucking.” Unfortunately for Malfoy, fucking wasn’t what he received. A bigger surprise waited for him after entering the club.
Warning: SoloM, Blowjobs, Graphic Language, Sexual Content
Author’s Note: Never listen to DJ Ricardo Presents: Out Anthems 2 when writing a story. It will make your mind go south of the bounder. Please read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, especially the characters Ron Weasely and Draco Malfoy. I’m not making any money whatsoever and I’m doing this for my own amusement.
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Every Friday night, Draco Malfoy loved to indulge on his favorite pastime, fucking. Not making love, but the no string attached, wake up in the morning and leave, sex. It relives him from his stressful, dull life and gives him the chance to reinvent himself. He was no longer Draco Malfoy, son of former Death Eater and rival of Harry Potter, but a complete predator, looking for his next hit. His next hit happened to be a young, stiff, man ready to satisfy his desires. As long as he served his duties, keep his wife happy and maintain the Malfoy family’s reputation, he could do as he plead with his personal life.
Achilles’ Elbow was a club visited every Friday, depending on his schedule. He entered the musky, dark club to find his potential sex partner who can fuck him long and hard, and take him in the mouth without gagging. A sex partner who loved to be rough with him was always a plus in his book of sordid tales. He loved it rough: whips, chains, spankings on the ass, made his dick excited. The more it hurt, the better the pleasure and he lived by those words. He tried suggesting it to his wife, but she usually declined. If he couldn’t get his wife to fulfill his needs he might as well find someone who would appreciate it.
As usually, the dance floor was crowded. Men of different appeals danced seductively against each other, swaying to the sound of high, up-tempo music. Draco stood near the bar, watching the hundreds of men dancing and grinding to the melody of the powerhouse, soulful vocalist. The Technicolor lights flashed on the people, making them appear like waves of an ocean moving along the tides. Sweat glisten, hands waving, body twisting made Draco have high expectation for his potential one night stander.
He ordered a Firewhiskey on the rocks, a nice drink to start the night. A blonde, luscious bartender gave him the drink. Draco eyed the bartender, admiring the sparking blue eyes, huge dimples, and seductive smile that can melt hearts. Even the tight fitting shirt left nothing to the imagination. The noticeable nipple piecing caught his attention. He licked his lips, smiling at him before taking a sip. The brownish liquor flowed down his throat, leaving a sweet flavor in his mouth. Draco wouldn’t mind seeing the lower part of the blondes’ body.
The bartender was on the top of his list of “doable” men if he can’t find anyone better. Draco searched predatorily for a man with a big cock, juicy lips, and a nice body to ride him. Good breath was always a plus. He surveyed the available men on the dance floor. A short man dancing awkwardly to the current song which made Draco immediately marked him from his list. Then a rather lean, tall man caught his attention. The man swings his long chestnut hair in every direction as he moved to the beat. The jeans hugged his hips, showing off his washboard abs and v-line torso. Draco liked what he saw until his eyes landed on the man’s crotch. A short dick was not part of his agenda. He wanted to feel a hang cock inside his tight ass so when he wakes up in the morning, he can still feel him. Draco wanted it to last for days, not two minutes.
While holding his drink, Draco propped his elbows on the crystal-made bar. After scanning the room, Draco concluded it was going to be another boring night. He might as well take the blonde bartender home with him. Maybe sucking on his pieced nipples will satisfy his needs for the evening.
Taking another snip of Firewhiskey, he nearly choked on it. The unmistakable red hair, pale skin, the dull brown eyes, and lanky built can only describe on person he loathed.
Ronald Weasely.
