Stranger: I have prompts if you're interested

You: Of course =)

Stranger: Okay! Sending my favorites now.

Stranger: Draco often found himself jumping from thought to thought during the day. Between ten hour days five days a week and keeping up a household during his spare time, Draco had a lot to think about. So when Harry suggested they go out for the night, go have a few drinks and just let loose, Draco couldn't say no; not when he had spent so little time with him since he got his job at the healer's office two miles away from their flat. Though his head was usually filled with numbers and charts and other professional nonsense, Draco's mind had been wiped completely clear by the thudding bass and the sweet burn of alcohol. Little had he known just how much he needed a break until he was pressed pelvis-to-pelvis with Harry and moving with several other bar patrons, writhing and swaying to the hyptonic beat of some dubstep DJ. (I was thinking that this could be exhibitionism, but it can be just plain naughty Drarry if preferred.)

Stranger: There was nothing Draco loved more than spending long days in bed with the man he loved most, simply wrapped up in sheets and bedding and one another's limbs as they made love sweetly and slowly. It was between sessions of near lazy love making that an awful thought popped into Draco's mind. "Am I enough for you?" He blurted without thought, looking up into Harry's eyes as he lied on his back. Though each of them willingly engaged in either position, Draco found himself bottoming more often than not, and- with his new fear striking once again-- he feared he knew why. (Draco fears that his average size can’t satisfy Harry or his size kink, so he tries to find ways to bridge the gap; ie engorgio-type charm)

Stranger: Draco bit his lip, worrying the thin flesh as he watched his socked-feet carry him up the stairs and to the bedroom he shared with his lover and fiance, Harry. He usually had no urge or need to do what he had planned, not with Harry's usually close proximity and ability to thoroughly fulfill his... needs... But with a house to himself, an aching pussy and Harry at work for another three hours, he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands. (bp!Draco, possible first time dp)

Stranger: (There you go!)

You: [okay, reading]

Stranger: (Take your time)

You: [I like the first one, if that's fine?]

Stranger: (Perfect. Go ahead and reply when ready!)

You: Harry loved it: loved the pounding bass, the flashing lights, the heat. But he loved grinding up against Draco most. He moaned loudly, not afraid of being heard over the blaring music. He knew Draco would feel the vibration of it in his chest. Merlin, just a few drinks turned him into a complete slut for his man. Harry draped himself against Draco's body, his arms wrapping around the man's neck. He groaned as he ground down with his pelvis. He stretched up so he could whisper into Draco's near. "Baby, I'm so hot for you," he muttered, only slightly slurred, "You're so handsome and strong and powerful and big. I've been so lonely. Make it go better?" And it was true. While Draco was at work, Harry was generally locked away in his home office, writing away on his books. He was a moderately successful novelist under the pen name 'Evan Wolfe'.

Stranger: (Reading!)

Stranger: (Gahhh I love drunk/tipsy Harry!!)

Stranger: Draco, having had his own share of drinks, rocked his hips in time with Harry's, amused by how alcohol effected them both. "Is that all?" He teased, somehow snarkier when drinking. "Is that all I am to you?" Draco allowed his flat palms to skirt along Harry's back, toying with the waistband of Harry's pants. "Is my little kitten in need of attention?"

Stranger: (Sorry for the shorter reply, I promise they'll get better.)

You: Harry moaned softly, clinging to the blond. "Yes, I am," he begged, "Please!" He wriggled as he tried to get more. "I'm your kitten, and I want some. Please!" He rubbed his nose against Draco's neck. "I'm your whore. The slut just for you."

You: [It's fine. My responses vary as well]

Stranger: Draco loved hearing Harry talk in such a naughty way, loved seeing him melt into such a submissive place. One more drink and Draco was sure Harry would drop to his knees right in the middle of the dance floor, but even when drinking, Draco prided himself on tact. Even so, Draco's fingers gripped at Harry's firm cheeks, bringing him closer as they swayed together. "Has my little slut been a good boy?"

You: Harry nodded, his fingers tightening in the material of the blond's shirt. "Oh so good," he murmured, "I've worked so hard. I'm almost down with my manuscript. And I-I haven't touched myself. I've wanted you to. To make me feel so good."

Stranger: "Not even once?" Draco questioned, tightening his grip on Harry's arse while his other hand slithered along to tangle his fingers in Harry's thick locks. "I know how much you like to keep busy." Draco's lips ghosted over Harry's racing pulse point, his teeth scraping tenderly over the skin to bring prickled bumps to his flesh.

Stranger: (Brb)

You: Harry whined, letting his head fall backwards to give the man more skin to bite. "Not once," he answered in a breathy voice, "Typed. Worked myself to exhaustion. Too tired to touch myself. To finger myself. Not as good as you." He sighed. "But I've fallen asleep before you get home. I miss you. Not just for sex. I miss cuddling. And reading together. And just lazing around with your arms around me."

Stranger: Draco felt horrible for working so much, for being away for as long as he was, but he was there now, and he was going to make the most of it for his love. "You have me right now." He whispered directly into Harry's ear, "All of me, for as long as you need. I'm not going anywhere, and you're going to see how much I've missed you."

You: Harry grinned, his body relaxing even more against Draco. "I want," he panted, "to suck you. Then feel you buried deep in me."

Stranger: A shiver of longing crept through Draco's body from hearing Harry's desires, which he was happy to satisfy thoroughly and completely. Draco's fogged brain kept Draco from thinking of consequence other than pleasure, so when he saw the empty tables in the dimly lit corners of the club, he saw an opportunity to fulfill both fantasy, and expectation. "Are you going to be a good little slut for me, baby?"

You: Harry nodded eagerly. He would anything the blond asked of him. He was beyond caring. He knew he would be embarrassed in the morning, remembering everything he did when drunk. Because that was his curse; no matter how drunk, he always remembered everything as if he was stone cold sober. Generally, he was not this sex crazed. Yes, he had not jerked off in a while, but mostly that was because he hadn't really noticed. He just missed his boyfriend, and he was not especially horny when lonely.

Stranger: "Good. Now follow me." Draco dropped his hands from Harry's body, all save for a hand that reached to find Harry's and lace their fingers. Nobody else was near the tables, which were barely lit by small fake tea light candles hidden inside of tinted glass holders. Even if there were Draco knew he wouldn't care, not when he wanted to be so close to Harry. He plopped himself into the empty booth, beckoning Harry a smirk and a bent finger.

You: Harry grinned as he came towards Draco. He stopped in front of the man, eagerly rocking on the balls of his feet. He could feel his excitement growing. What did Draco have in mind?

Stranger: Draco reached up to tug Harry's collar so he could land in his lap. "You want to be a good boy and suck me off right here? Nobody will see you, just me."

You: Harry bit his lip and nodded. He pushed himself down, under the table. He rubbed his hand over the blond's bulge as he nuzzled his face against the man's knee. His fingers slowly and carefully undid Draco's pants, pulling them down just enough to completely expose the clothed bulge. He rubbed his nose against it and deeply inhaled Draco's scent.

Stranger: Draco looked down at Harry in the dim light, petting through his hair. "You don't have to be down there, you know." He informed, originally thinking that they could spread out along the booth's bench so Harry didn't have to be on his knees, but Draco knew how much Harry liked playing submissive; which often included being on his knees. "Your choice."

You: "Here," Harry answered, his lips brushing against the material over Draco's cock. He leaned into the man's touch in his hair as he gently pulled back the blond's underwear. His mouth watered as the thick, purpled organ was exposed in a bed of neat blond curls. He moaned, nosing along its long length. He tentatively licked at the head, looking up at Draco through his thick eyelashes.

Stranger: (I hate to do this as it's heating up, but do you think we could continue over email?)

You: [Of course. It's getting kind of late hear anyway.]

Stranger: (Same here. I'm  and  You?)

You: [0

You: [...without that last zero, it was supposed to be a bracket]

Stranger: (I getcha. I'll send you an email with the log, but I'll probably reply in the morning. That okay?)

You: [perfect =) ]

Stranger: (Great. Toodles for now!)

You: [Good night =) ]

Stranger: Draco looked upon the nearly naked male before him, arms crossed as his exposed lips curled in mirth. "My how the mighty have fallen." Draco crooned, the sound of his foot falls echoing throught the small stone room and walls.

Stranger: *through the small stone room and walls as he stepped forward.

You: Harry groaned, turning his head to the side. Of all the Death Eaters, it had to be the blond that came. He could have withstood anything the other Death Eaters threw at him, but he knew he was break at Draco's hand.

Stranger: "Looks as if you've seen better days, Potter." Draco inquired, stopping six or so feet away from the bound Gryffindor. "Or is this how you usually spend your days off?"

You: Harry kept his mouth shut. His eyes drifted closed, not wanting to see the other man. He just wished the blond would get on with whatever the man had planned. Harry sighed softly, resigning himself to his fate.

Stranger: "What, Potter?" Draco stepped closer, bent slightly at the waist to look at Harry propey in the dim light. "Not happy to see me?" Surely the Golden Child was at least surprised to see him, in fact Draco could hardly believe his luck. It was mere hours ago when father told Draco of their spoils, his heart climbing to his throat when informed the one and only Harry Potter was apart of said capture. "Do with him what you will." Father said, "Just know this is not the idea I had as a punishment for the boy."

Stranger: (Is this set before or after the war?)

You: [whatever you want. it could be either]

You: Harry opened his eyes and turned back to look at Draco. He knew his eyes would appear empty, seeing as he had given up the will to fight the second the blond entered the room. "Just get on with it," Harry muttered.

Stranger: "And, if you'd he so kind to indulge me, what is this 'it' you speak of, Harry?" Draco dropped to one knee, tugging at each individual finger of his gloves to rid himself of their confines. "What do you think I have in store for you? Hmm?" Draco couldn't help it as his heart ached for Harry, his defeated tone triggering his sympathy to near regretful levels. In all truth, Draco cared deeply for the man hefore him, and for sometime he even toyed with the idea of his feelings being recipricated. But when an opportunity arrives to fulfill a fantasy such as his, there was no backing down, especially in front of his father.

Stranger: *be so kind

You: Harry almost rolled his eyes, but he could not summon enough energy for the act. "Whatever you have planned," he said, "Stop dittering around and just-" Harry's throat closed around the rest of the sentence. He could already feel himself falling apart, and the blond had yet to do anything to him. It seemed that just the thought of Draco, a man Harry cared for, torturing him was enough to Harry to his breaking point.

Stranger: Smiling weakly, Draco shifted so he was kneeling between Harry's spread legs. "I hate to confirm your suspicions, but yes..." Draco sighed in mock guilt, "I'm here to torture you." The Slytherin lifted a finger to Harry's forehead, brushing his sweat-damp fringe from his eyes. "Just not the way you think." Oh, Draco planned to draw out his punishment, to make the brunette /beg/ for relief, but chains and leather were only the tip of the ice berg.

You: Harry blinked in confusion. What did the man mean, 'not the way he thought?' He shivered slightly as Draco's fingers ghosted over the skin of his forehead.

Stranger: (Do you think we can continue over email? I am loving this rp but it is nearly 2:30a here and I need sleep. I love this so far!)

You: [of course =) my email is ]

Stranger: ( I'll email with my reply!)

You: [okie dokie =) ]

Stranger: (Talk to you soon!)