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My Morals Got Me on My Knees - Draco/Ginny, Blaise/Pansy
by waits for nothing (water_jade)
at September 22nd, 2008 (01:16 am)
sleepy

smuttiness: sleepy

Title: My Morals Got Me on My Knees
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Ginny, Blaise/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: group sex, oral sex, EWE
Prompts: Swinging, Fellatio
Word Count: 2541
Summary: Blaise, ever the schemer, has arranged for Draco and his girlfriend Pansy to attend a swinger party so Draco can meet again with his secret lover. It seems, though, that Blaise has motives of his own.
A/N: While written for the erotic_elves kink challenge, this is in fact a companion fic to my story She Had Me, and takes place during the events of the story. I’ve done my best, however, to include background information, so this stands alone.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling; title belongs to Duffy and her song ‘Mercy.’



Hand trembling at the small of Pansy’s back, Draco ushered his girlfriend of many years into the dimly-lit corridor of the Stuarts’ foyer, where they were to attend their first swinger party. His thoughts were surprisingly single-minded: Blaise had best keep his promise.

This whole situation was becoming ridiculous. Draco and Ginny had been consorting for nearly a month now, by far the longest stretch of time with which Draco and Pansy’s fairly open relationship had been tested. Pansy did not yet seem to be aware of her mate’s infidelity, though the distance with which she now treated Draco may have something to do with it.

“Malfoy, my friend!” Blaise welcomed the couple, clapping him on the back before turning to Pansy. He captured her hand and bowed to kiss it, raising his eyes to meet hers. Pansy shook her head.

“Blaise, you overwhelm me,” she intoned sarcastically. “Really, this chivalry must be a new hobby.” There was an edge to her voice, and something confused in her eyes. Draco hardly noticed, watching the exchange with detached interest.

Henrietta Stuart emerged from a great set of doors to the right of the trio, startling Draco from his thoughts.

“Pansy, darling, welcome,” she greeted, kissing the woman’s cheeks and casting a hungry glance at Draco, which he answered with a raised eyebrow. Draco knew well that his commitment to Pansy had taken him fairly permanently off the market, and that this was new experiment, but he was surprised at this openness. “The women are gathered in here,” she continued to Pansy, gesturing to the doors. Then she turned to the men. “Wands, please.”

“Wands?” Draco was rather paranoid about his wand; ever since having to get a new one at the end of the war and that whole mess, he’d kept a careful eye on it. Henrietta sighed in exasperation at his ignorance, turning to Blaise for help.

“That’s how it works, mate,” Blaise explained patiently, eyes twinkling with mirth. “The ladies choose a wand from a hat, and whichever wand the witch chooses decides the wizard who goes with her.”

Draco reluctantly relinquished his wand, fuming at Blaise.

When Henrietta and Pansy had gone, Draco turned angrily on his friend. “There’s a chance, you mean, that Ginny could choose someone else’s wand entirely,” he hissed. Blaise smirked.

“Yes, of course.” Draco punched him in the stomach, at which Blaise doubled over, gasping and laughing. “You don’t think she’ll choose you?” he coughed.

“I don’t know.” Ginny was the only person that had ever made him this insecure, this desperate to be accepted. Blaise tactfully said nothing. Perhaps he could tell. The bastard.

Draco’s wand was fairly nondescript; he should not have been worried that it would be chosen before Ginny reached the hat, but he fretted all the same. Barely noticing as Pansy stepped up to the hat and chose a familiar long, dark wand, Draco’s attention was focused on his redhead.

Of course, there was, too, the fact that Blaise had convinced Ginny to come here with him—after all, to be considered a ‘swinger’ for this party, each male and female had to come as a part of a couple.

Soon both Blaise and Pansy were gone, and the remaining women continued to the hat, several of them glancing hopefully at Draco as they chose wands. Draco waited, mad with anticipation. Ginny avoided his eyes, but when her name was called, deliberately rose, strode to the hat, and withdrew a wand—a wand that wasn’t Draco’s.

He closed his eyes. Even after all this time, still she didn’t want him. This had gone beyond teasing, beyond torture. He only opened his eyes to Henrietta’s voice, reprimanding.

“Mr Malfoy, please pay attention. Your wand has been drawn.” Frowning, he opened his eyes and automatically withdrew one hand from his pocket to offer his arm to the waiting Ginny.

“What was that all about, then?” he grumbled in her ear.

“I pulled out that other wand to see what you’d do,” said Ginny with a shrug and a smirk. “Then I dropped it, and pulled yours out as if by accident.”

Draco pursed his lips, convinced as always that, one day, this petite woman would torture him into his grave.

“You didn’t react very well, did you?” she prodded him, her tone mild. At this, he reached over to snatch her wrists, pressing them above her head against the wall of the corridor and pressing his knee between her legs, preventing her escape. She surveyed him with a fiery glare, challenging him in its neutrality. He wanted her to want him. He wanted to make her want him.

Instead, he settled for mild scolding as he kissed her collarbone where it was exposed and where he knew he would be able to temporarily render her wordless.

“You don’t seem to listen, do you, Weasley?” He accompanied his words with a careful bite on her jawbone. “I’ve told you before that torturing me will not make me want you any less.” Ginny laughed once, a much more airy sound than her usual cackle. “That was a bit more literal kind of torture, was it not, pet?” She accompanied her words with her fingers as usual, raking her nails down the exposed skin at his neck.

He groaned. She always managed to turn the argument around, and now she was winning again. The fact was made no less awkward by the other paired couples walking by to their assigned bedrooms, some tactfully averting their eyes, but some staring or whispering as they passed.

Ginny was smirking again. “It seems we have reached yet another impasse, Mr Malfoy. Shall we proceed to our room, do you think?” He stepped away from the wall, and Weasley landed rather unsteadily on her feet with no choice but to follow as Draco dragged her by a wrist.

Up the stairs, in the door, and against the wall they proceeded, throwing themselves at each other with an abandon only learned from practise.

“What is the order of the day today, Malfoy?” Ginny asked tauntingly, slipping off the straps of her dress and reaching to pull Draco out of his unbuttoned shirt. He pushed her by the waist against the smooth stone of the wall, and his breath was hot on her neck as he growled that as long as proper repayment was involved, he would do anything she wanted.

“You know what I want.” The skirt of Ginny’s gold dress was hiked up around her hips, gathered higher on her right leg, which was wrapped around Draco’s back. He couldn’t help but think she looked best tousled like this, eyes glazed in anticipation, hands in his hair, pulling him closer.

Smiling, he grabbed at the slippery fabric keeping him from her, tugging it over her head as she raised her arms to rid herself of it. Her hair, thick and slightly static from the dress, fell back around her shoulders, and Draco buried his face in it, breathing it in as he lavished his attention on her neck.

Draco bit and kissed a line down her chest and continued down the outline of her abs while letting a hand linger at her breasts. He paused to trace the outline of her tiny knickers with his tongue, eliciting a moan from his captor.

“Eager, are we, Freckles?” Draco teased, using the pet name she so hated. Instead of snapping at him, though, she blushed and peered down at him.

“I don’t have freckles there.”

“Oh? Have you looked?” She gasped in indignation, but before she could protest, he pulled down her knickers and furiously licked the exposed flesh, causing her to gasp for another reason entirely. Lifting her right leg, she placed it on his shoulder, her spiky heel driving into the depression between his shoulder and pec muscles.

It took neither very long nor very much detailed attention for Draco—simultaneously kneading Ginny’s buttocks, which were pressed against the wall—to make Ginny her collapse onto him, crying out as she dug her foot into his shoulder and hands into the back of his head.

Carefully lifting her foot down and setting it next to him, Draco stood and lifted his lover onto the bed, laying down beside her and tracing patterns on her stomach. She kissed him, pressing herself to him and tasting herself in his mouth, reminding Draco painfully of his own distinctly unsatisfied state.

“What’s this, then?” Draco asked, bemused, as Ginny knelt in front of where he on the bed and tugged on his trousers.

“Repayment,” she said, before speech became impossible. Draco fell back on the bed, marvelling again at the feeling her tongue and teeth and lips pulled form his core, the fire that lit in his body at her touch.

He also had the vague, fleeting thought that he would do anything for the promise of this, and since Ginny would stop at nothing to get what she wanted, this process could go on for a while.

The thought did not bother him.

He languished in her attention, letting his hips rise to meet her throat, coherent thought fading away to sensation. His heart pounded against his ribcage, his whole body throbbing with her touch. He drove himself to release, clutching at the sheets as he felt himself explode from inside.

Ginny climbed up his body to rest lightly on his chest, toying with his nipples. He sighed at her touch. If she didn’t always make him come so completely, he would need no time at all to recover. She was stimulating, to be sure.

“I think I like you best when you’re breathless,” Ginny teasingly quipped.




A knock made them both jump, startling the couple from their rest. A head poked in the door and took in the couple’s shocked expressions.

“What, no one told you there’d be a group stage?”

“A group stage? Fuck, Zabini, this isn’t a tournament,” Draco grumbled.

He smirked. “It could be. Are you going to move over, or what?” He clambered onto the bed, dragging a smiling but doubtful Pansy after him. Ginny raised her eyebrows from her newly attained safe position under the sheets.

“They figured since we ended up swapping anyway, we may as well end up together for this part.”

“What a coincidence,” Draco agreed dryly, not fooled. Blaise looked at him appraisingly, then shrugged, lying back and pulling Pansy onto him.

“If you’re not going to join us, we’re just going to continue on our own,” Blaise murmured, focusing his attention on the woman above him, who he imprisoned by strongly massaging her buttocks.

The clothes they had donned in order to brave the halls of the Stuart mansion were thrust and torn away as Blaise and Pansy engaged in a dance all too well practised.

“I could stay here all night, watching you,” Blaise murmured throatily as he did just that.

“You nearly have, you prick,” Pansy teased, transferring her hands from where they had been on her own body, taunting, to Blaise’s body.

Draco watched them with interest, waiting for the jealousy to kick in. And waiting. Mostly he felt mildly curious, and also a little turned on – it was strange to watch two of the people he knew best fucking each other. Strange, but sexy.

Ginny, apparently, felt differently. Her face flushed, she pulled herself from underneath the covers and crawled over to the couple, reaching out to trace Pansy’s collarbone and leaning over Blaise to kiss her briefly. With a moan, Blaise pulled her down to his level, sucking and biting at her neck and chest as Pansy rode him.

Draco’s body reacted electrically, his jealousy manifesting itself in a rush of such intense desire that at first he did not recognise it. It wasn’t until he’d thrown himself into the fray with a growl, pulling Ginny to him and coming to rest on his back practically on top of the other couple, that he realised the reason for his surprisingly forceful actions.

“Envy is a sin,” Ginny chided, her voice low as she bent to kiss Draco’s jaw. He closed his eyes at her touch. With her, everything was a sin—of the sweetest, most perfect type.

“Come here,” he demanded, groaning when she obliged by sinking onto him and moving in a circle, stimulating his most sensitive nerves.

The two men lay side by side, and Ginny’s legs tangled with Pansy’s where they knelt together, moving in rhythm. Hands reached for bodies, Ginny grasping Blaise’s shoulder as Draco reached for Pansy’s breast. Pansy pressed Draco’s hand to her, her touch neither a question nor an apology, simply a truth.

Draco decided to focus on the apparition above him, watching in awe as her hair began to stick to her neck. Moving relentlessly, she drove him into her deeper with each rise and fall of her hips.

“Stay here, please, harder—” Draco groaned, the fingers of his right hand digging into Ginny’s hip. She fell forward, elbow and forearm braced on his chest, driving her hips backward.

“God, Draco.”

When she dropped her haughty façade and opened herself to him, letting him see the true, sweet Ginny she was in a reality Draco did not occupy, she made him want to lay with her forever as he gently, carefully traced every curve of her skin.

Ginny’s movement brought Pansy closer, and Draco basked in the slow torture of Ginny’s muscles tightening around his cock combined with the feeling of the legs of two different women driving into his abdomen. He thrust harder into Ginny’s core, the tingling beginning in his chest and spreading—

“Freckles, I—” She was suddenly one step ahead of him, inner muscles closing around him, pulling his own orgasm out of him beat by beat. His fists clenched as he finished, and he wrapped his arms around the exhausted redhead above him.

She disentangled herself, rolling away from him and burying her head in the pillow, looking strangely embarrassed. Almost turning to her, he was distracted by a familiar voice calling a familiar name in a very unfamiliar way.

“Blaise, yes, gods, don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he growled in return, rolling her over and coming to rest near Draco’s shoulder. Turning his attention to the other couple, Draco reached out to trace Pansy’s exposed shoulder, reaching out with his tongue to take her earlobe in his mouth the way she had always liked it. She groaned in appreciation, turning her head away to open her neck to him.

Fascinated, he dragged his fingers down her body between her breasts to her stomach, stopping when the back of his hand brushed Blaise’s own taught skin between his hips. Blaise cried out and thrust deeper, burying himself more fully with each strangled breath. Draco’s fist clenched between them.

“Draco,” a voice whispered in his ear, low and demanding. Withdrawing his hand, he turned to face his own lover and laced two hands into her hair, one slippery with Blaise’s sweat. She kissed him hungrily, pulling him to her. He lost himself in her embrace, ignoring his friend and girlfriend as they finished next to him.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging possessively. He smirked sleepily at her.

“You know, envy is a sin.”

Comments

Posted by: Nephthys ♥ Rockstar Goddess! (nephthysmoon)
Posted at: September 22nd, 2008 05:07 pm (UTC)
Kyoya/Haruhi smut

OMG! SMUT FRIDAY IS NOT DEAD! AND DAMN! HAWT! Way to go! *fans self*

Posted by: waits for nothing (water_jade)
Posted at: September 22nd, 2008 08:34 pm (UTC)
smut - naked thoughts

Hee. It is, really. That's okay, though - it's fun to post here sometimes and revive.

Thank you, in any case! I'm glad you read/enjoyed.

Posted by: Nephthys ♥ Rockstar Goddess! (nephthysmoon)
Posted at: September 22nd, 2008 08:38 pm (UTC)
Kyoya/Haruhi smut

It doesn't HAVE to be. I keep meaning to do something to help revive it...like write smut, perhaps?

Posted by: Nephthys ♥ Rockstar Goddess! (nephthysmoon)
Posted at: September 22nd, 2008 08:39 pm (UTC)
Aang: Holy Shit

Also! I thought it was 'as she dances round the pool'? That's the song my dad and I danced to.

Posted by: waits for nothing (water_jade)
Posted at: September 22nd, 2008 08:58 pm (UTC)
Atonement - water

That's even better! How perfect.

Posted by: hmd67 (hmd67)
Posted at: September 22nd, 2008 09:45 pm (UTC)
Sam (Towel Black and White)

Almost turning to her, he was distracted by a familiar voice calling a familiar name in a very unfamiliar way.

This sentence did it for me. I loved it. Of course, the whole story was very good too! Seriously, I forgot how hot smut could be and I'm also glad that I don't run away from het smut anymore hehe, I actually found it very, very stimulating. It was very tastefully written. It's refreshing to read smut that doesn't say "cock" every two sentences.

Good job, Delaney! I'm glad you revived smut_friday more people should start posting again in here.

Posted by: waits for nothing (water_jade)
Posted at: September 23rd, 2008 02:34 am (UTC)
smut - pretty abs

I'm so glad you liked that line. It's so representative of this group of people - they know each other, but not really that way.

You think it was tasteful? I'm so glad! I always feel like I have trouble with that fine line between tasteful and grotesque.

I know what you mean about reading het. I was very glad when I started reading slash.

p.s. Sexy icon. ♥ towel-clad men.

Posted by: hmd67 (hmd67)
Posted at: September 23rd, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC)
Sam (Thoughtful)

I like yours, too. He looks flexible. :)

I used to have a slash icon that would've been great to use now, but I don't have it anymore. *sighs*

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