Skilled
Title: Skilled
Author: potteresque_ire
Team: Auror
Word Count: 100 X 2
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Skillful
Author’s Notes: Haven’t played for a long time! Hope my drabbles are still up to standards ☺
Skilled. That’s what he is.
His hands, that so deftly prepare every ingredient; his eyes, that recognize quality in one glance; his mind’s clock, that knows the instant his potions reach perfection.
Industrious, that’s what he is too. Prompt. Neat….
They tell him.
But who he is, they hesitate.
He is a head scratch, a swallow-or, if they feel courageous, a feeble “Hello”-before they give up and grumble, “Picking up my order.”
It suits him fine. After all, he’s skillful, hardworking…
And if a simple good could have sufficed for all these adjectives, so be it.
~*~*~
Skillful he is too, at this.
His fingers, fondling the balls; his seductive glances, making a kill with love, for love; his rhythm, pulling…
A gasp. “Wait.” It’s too late. The body under him tautens. Warm fluid splashes on his lips, his jaw, his arm.
Chuckles ring amidst the small licks on his skin. “I’m a brut. Own it.”
His swollen lips get cleaned first, followed by his sharp jaws…
His tattooed arm.
“You’re so good.” Scorching kisses smother him again. “Too good. I’m worried.” Then he hears it, low and gentle. “Malfoy. Draco.”
He smiles. It suits him just fine.
Author: potteresque_ire
Team: Auror
Word Count: 100 X 2
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Skillful
Author’s Notes: Haven’t played for a long time! Hope my drabbles are still up to standards ☺
Skilled. That’s what he is.
His hands, that so deftly prepare every ingredient; his eyes, that recognize quality in one glance; his mind’s clock, that knows the instant his potions reach perfection.
Industrious, that’s what he is too. Prompt. Neat….
They tell him.
But who he is, they hesitate.
He is a head scratch, a swallow-or, if they feel courageous, a feeble “Hello”-before they give up and grumble, “Picking up my order.”
It suits him fine. After all, he’s skillful, hardworking…
And if a simple good could have sufficed for all these adjectives, so be it.
~*~*~
Skillful he is too, at this.
His fingers, fondling the balls; his seductive glances, making a kill with love, for love; his rhythm, pulling…
A gasp. “Wait.” It’s too late. The body under him tautens. Warm fluid splashes on his lips, his jaw, his arm.
Chuckles ring amidst the small licks on his skin. “I’m a brut. Own it.”
His swollen lips get cleaned first, followed by his sharp jaws…
His tattooed arm.
“You’re so good.” Scorching kisses smother him again. “Too good. I’m worried.” Then he hears it, low and gentle. “Malfoy. Draco.”
He smiles. It suits him just fine.