Birthday!gift: An Aberration
Title: An Aberration
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity (characters are of age)
Word count: 655
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for cassimus800 with a prompt of procrastinating.
Summary: Malfoy goes after the same pretty intern that Harry wants.
Harry scowled at his partner as Malfoy accepted a huge bouquet of flowers from a delivery man and gave him a generous tip. "Reduced to buying yourself flowers?" Harry taunted.
"Very funny, Potter," sneered Malfoy. "Don't give up your day job. For your information, these are for Thackery Harper."
"Harper?!" Harry squawked in outrage as an image of the young intern came to mind. Harry wanted him. Harper was slight and adorable with honey-blond hair and big brown doe eyes. He brought out all of Harry's protective instincts, unlike Malfoy who brought Harry's combative instincts to the fore. Never mind that Malfoy was attractive and made Harry want to fuck him so badly he was in a constant state of arousal around his partner. It was an aberration--it had to be.
Harry surged to his feet and threw his quill down. "You know that I fancy Harper, you gigantic prick. How dare you buy flowers for him?!"
"That's what you get for procrastinating," Malfoy smirked at him. "The quick kneazle gets the mouse, as they say."
Harry growled and snatched up his wand. Malfoy's eyes widened in alarm, and Harry pointed his wand at the flowers. "Incendio!" he bellowed.
Malfoy's precious blooms went up in flames, and he dropped them and cast a hasty Aquamenti. Malfoy gaped in dismay at the soggy, charred mess on the floor. "You ruined my bouquet, you arsehole," he seethed, firing a stinging hex from the hip.
Harry yelped in pain before charging. Malfoy hadn't been expecting a physical attack, and he went down like firewhiskey at the Leaky Cauldron when Harry tackled him. They hit the floor in a tangle of flailing limbs and vile curses. The two Aurors rolled across the carpet, bumping into furniture and banging into walls as they grappled. Harry eventually got the upper hand. He ended up atop his prone nemesis, and he was able to pin Malfoy's wrists with his hands.
Puffing with exertion, they glared at one another from close range. Harry's glasses were askew, and he realized that something else wasn't right. Malfoy was hard.
"Prick," Malfoy hissed at him.
"I'll show you a prick alright," Harry muttered. He swooped down and crushed Malfoy's mouth beneath his while grinding his own swollen cock into Malfoy's groin. Malfoy fought him at first, biting Harry's lip and kneeing him in the ribs as he struggled to free his hands. Harry was relentless, however, and within moments Malfoy was moaning against Harry's mouth and arching under him. Their hard cocks rubbed together through their clothing as Harry and Malfoy snogged and frotted right there on the floor of their shared office.
It was wrong and dirty and over much too soon for Harry. He climaxed quickly, dampening his pants with his release. Convinced that it was somehow Malfoy's fault, Harry bit his partner's neck where it met Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy bucked and twisted and came with a snarl. Harry's full weight pressed Malfoy to the floor as they panted and relaxed. He eased his grip on his partner's wrists, but Malfoy made no move to escape.
Harry nipped Malfoy's throat and dared to nibble on his earlobe. "Been wanting to do that for awhile," he confessed in a husky whisper. "Would've liked less clothing and more penetration, however."
Malfoy squirmed and shivered as Harry resumed nuzzling his ear. "Yeah?" he gasped. "What are you doing later tonight?"
"Tonight?!"
"You've ruined my carefully orchestrated seduction of Harper," Malfoy said. "You should make it up to me somehow."
Harry was momentarily speechless. He recovered enough to say, "I don't have any plans for later."
"Excellent," Malfoy grinned up at him. "I'll bring my favorite lube. But Potter? Don't expect any flowers from me."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity (characters are of age)
Word count: 655
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for cassimus800 with a prompt of procrastinating.
Summary: Malfoy goes after the same pretty intern that Harry wants.
Harry scowled at his partner as Malfoy accepted a huge bouquet of flowers from a delivery man and gave him a generous tip. "Reduced to buying yourself flowers?" Harry taunted.
"Very funny, Potter," sneered Malfoy. "Don't give up your day job. For your information, these are for Thackery Harper."
"Harper?!" Harry squawked in outrage as an image of the young intern came to mind. Harry wanted him. Harper was slight and adorable with honey-blond hair and big brown doe eyes. He brought out all of Harry's protective instincts, unlike Malfoy who brought Harry's combative instincts to the fore. Never mind that Malfoy was attractive and made Harry want to fuck him so badly he was in a constant state of arousal around his partner. It was an aberration--it had to be.
Harry surged to his feet and threw his quill down. "You know that I fancy Harper, you gigantic prick. How dare you buy flowers for him?!"
"That's what you get for procrastinating," Malfoy smirked at him. "The quick kneazle gets the mouse, as they say."
Harry growled and snatched up his wand. Malfoy's eyes widened in alarm, and Harry pointed his wand at the flowers. "Incendio!" he bellowed.
Malfoy's precious blooms went up in flames, and he dropped them and cast a hasty Aquamenti. Malfoy gaped in dismay at the soggy, charred mess on the floor. "You ruined my bouquet, you arsehole," he seethed, firing a stinging hex from the hip.
Harry yelped in pain before charging. Malfoy hadn't been expecting a physical attack, and he went down like firewhiskey at the Leaky Cauldron when Harry tackled him. They hit the floor in a tangle of flailing limbs and vile curses. The two Aurors rolled across the carpet, bumping into furniture and banging into walls as they grappled. Harry eventually got the upper hand. He ended up atop his prone nemesis, and he was able to pin Malfoy's wrists with his hands.
Puffing with exertion, they glared at one another from close range. Harry's glasses were askew, and he realized that something else wasn't right. Malfoy was hard.
"Prick," Malfoy hissed at him.
"I'll show you a prick alright," Harry muttered. He swooped down and crushed Malfoy's mouth beneath his while grinding his own swollen cock into Malfoy's groin. Malfoy fought him at first, biting Harry's lip and kneeing him in the ribs as he struggled to free his hands. Harry was relentless, however, and within moments Malfoy was moaning against Harry's mouth and arching under him. Their hard cocks rubbed together through their clothing as Harry and Malfoy snogged and frotted right there on the floor of their shared office.
It was wrong and dirty and over much too soon for Harry. He climaxed quickly, dampening his pants with his release. Convinced that it was somehow Malfoy's fault, Harry bit his partner's neck where it met Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy bucked and twisted and came with a snarl. Harry's full weight pressed Malfoy to the floor as they panted and relaxed. He eased his grip on his partner's wrists, but Malfoy made no move to escape.
Harry nipped Malfoy's throat and dared to nibble on his earlobe. "Been wanting to do that for awhile," he confessed in a husky whisper. "Would've liked less clothing and more penetration, however."
Malfoy squirmed and shivered as Harry resumed nuzzling his ear. "Yeah?" he gasped. "What are you doing later tonight?"
"Tonight?!"
"You've ruined my carefully orchestrated seduction of Harper," Malfoy said. "You should make it up to me somehow."
Harry was momentarily speechless. He recovered enough to say, "I don't have any plans for later."
"Excellent," Malfoy grinned up at him. "I'll bring my favorite lube. But Potter? Don't expect any flowers from me."