Birthday!gift: Incentive
Title: Incentive
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 1065
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers. The rating is there for a reason.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for chiaki_ayumi, who asked for a sequel to Just Right.
Summary: Harry struggles to learn the use of chopsticks, but he has plenty of incentive.
"I'm proud of you for wanting to learn this, Harry," Hermione beamed at him.
Harry hid a grimace at the thought of his friend finding out just why he wanted to learn to use chopsticks. "Is it easy?" he asked instead.
"It's very simple," Hermione nodded. She handed Harry a set of wooden chopsticks. "Now, hold one of them between your middle finger and thumb, almost like holding a pencil," she instructed, demonstrating to Harry. "Hold the second chopstick with your index finger, like this."
Harry tried to imitate her.
"No, don't let the tips become uneven," Hermione corrected him. "They'll end up crossing if you do." Once she was satisfied with how Harry was holding his chopsticks, Hermione showed him how to work them. "Hold the first one still and move the second one up and down with your index finger." She proceeded to pick up one of the marshmallows she'd set out for practice. "See? Simple."
Harry tried, but all he succeeded in doing was chasing a marshmallow around his plate. "Damn it," he muttered. Growing frustrated, he speared it with his chopstick.
"Harry, no!" cried Hermione. "You should never stab your food with a chopstick. It's not a fork, after all."
Harry sighed and tried again. Several more attempts were made before he successfully picked up a marshmallow with his chopsticks. "Hah!" he crowed, bringing the treat to his mouth. He dropped it before he could reap his reward. "Damn it!"
"Keep trying, Harry."
~*~
Draco had been pleasantly surprised when Harry suggested they go shopping shortly after arriving in Japan. They visited several shops in search of a kimono for Draco, and he finally settled on one in a deep, emerald green with a striking golden dragon embroidered on the back.
As they left the shop, Harry leaned close to Draco and asked, "Are you going to model that for me in our hotel room tonight?"
Draco turned to smile at him. "I will if you can demonstrate your ability to use chopsticks at dinner."
~*~
Draco got his second surprise of the holiday when Harry ate his entire dinner using chopsticks. His boyfriend was somewhat awkward, but he managed well enough, and Harry was even able to feed Draco a bite or two using his chopsticks.
Harry was thrumming with excitement as he and Draco stepped off the lift and made their way to their hotel room. Draco took the package containing his kimono into the en suite bathroom, while Harry stripped down to his boxers and settled onto the bed to wait. Several minutes later, Draco strutted out of the bathroom wearing the stunning green silk kimono. Harry whistled. "That's a bit of alright," he praised.
Draco visibly preened, and he turned this way and that as if modeling the kimono on a runway. He held his arms out to the sides to show off the flowing sleeves.
"Take it off," Harry urged.
Draco smirked at him. "That was never part of our agreement." He laughed and ducked when Harry growled and threw a pillow at him. "You first," he said, waving a hand at Harry's pants.
Harry raised his arse to remove his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, and he dropped them over the edge of the bed. "Your turn."
Draco reached back and loosened the sash of his kimono. He opened the front before turning his back to Harry and allowing the garment to slide off one shoulder and bare his creamy skin.
Harry wrapped a hand around his cock to soothe the ache and anxiously waited for more of Draco's body to be revealed. His boyfriend didn't disappoint. Draco's kimono dropped to his waist, and he turned around, showing off his leanly muscled chest and his flushed, erect nipples. He opened the garment further, giving Harry a glimpse of his pale pubic hair before he pivoted away again. From the bed, Harry groaned at the delicious torment.
Draco lowered his kimono further, revealing the cleft of his arse in increments until the silk bunched beneath his buttocks and displayed his arse. He shot a saucy look at Harry over one shoulder before he spun back around and whipped the kimono away from him with a flourish.
Harry's eyes were drawn to his boyfriend's penis, which jutted proudly from between his legs. Draco approached the bed slowly and moved to straddle Harry. He leaned down to claim a kiss before reaching back to grab Harry's cock and lower himself upon it.
"Draco," Harry gasped, clutching at his boyfriend's hips as his cock was engulfed by Draco's slick hole. "I wondered what...what was taking you so long," he puffed.
"I knew you'd be too randy to wait," Draco explained. He wriggled his arse to take Harry in that final inch, then sighed in pleasure. "I'm impressed you learned to use chopsticks so quickly," Draco commented. He raised himself and sank back down with a moan.
"Incentive," panted Harry. "I had incentive." His hands urged Draco into another upstroke, and Harry thrust his hips up to meet Draco on the subsequent downstroke. They stopped speaking in favor of panting for breath as they moved together on the large bed. Harry put a hand on Draco's cock, and Draco covered Harry's hand with his own. Together, they stroked him to completion as he continued to work himself up and down Harry's rigid length.
Draco's spine curved back as he came, and his release left Harry's chest covered with pearly droplets. Harry sat up and bore Draco back until he was in a position to thrust hard and fast between Draco's legs. He climaxed a moment later with a throaty groan.
Draco flung his arms out to the sides and smiled in contented lethargy. "Brilliant."
Harry kissed his boyfriend before withdrawing from him, and they lay side by side with their heads near the foot of the bed. As Harry wondered if he could wandlessly Accio the pillows, Draco snickered. "What's so amusing?" asked Harry.
Draco turned to throw a leg over him and replied, "I was wondering what other tricks you could learn, given the proper incentive."
Artwork: Nantai Mori by yumekutteikt
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 1065
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers. The rating is there for a reason.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for chiaki_ayumi, who asked for a sequel to Just Right.
Summary: Harry struggles to learn the use of chopsticks, but he has plenty of incentive.
"I'm proud of you for wanting to learn this, Harry," Hermione beamed at him.
Harry hid a grimace at the thought of his friend finding out just why he wanted to learn to use chopsticks. "Is it easy?" he asked instead.
"It's very simple," Hermione nodded. She handed Harry a set of wooden chopsticks. "Now, hold one of them between your middle finger and thumb, almost like holding a pencil," she instructed, demonstrating to Harry. "Hold the second chopstick with your index finger, like this."
Harry tried to imitate her.
"No, don't let the tips become uneven," Hermione corrected him. "They'll end up crossing if you do." Once she was satisfied with how Harry was holding his chopsticks, Hermione showed him how to work them. "Hold the first one still and move the second one up and down with your index finger." She proceeded to pick up one of the marshmallows she'd set out for practice. "See? Simple."
Harry tried, but all he succeeded in doing was chasing a marshmallow around his plate. "Damn it," he muttered. Growing frustrated, he speared it with his chopstick.
"Harry, no!" cried Hermione. "You should never stab your food with a chopstick. It's not a fork, after all."
Harry sighed and tried again. Several more attempts were made before he successfully picked up a marshmallow with his chopsticks. "Hah!" he crowed, bringing the treat to his mouth. He dropped it before he could reap his reward. "Damn it!"
"Keep trying, Harry."
~*~
Draco had been pleasantly surprised when Harry suggested they go shopping shortly after arriving in Japan. They visited several shops in search of a kimono for Draco, and he finally settled on one in a deep, emerald green with a striking golden dragon embroidered on the back.
As they left the shop, Harry leaned close to Draco and asked, "Are you going to model that for me in our hotel room tonight?"
Draco turned to smile at him. "I will if you can demonstrate your ability to use chopsticks at dinner."
~*~
Draco got his second surprise of the holiday when Harry ate his entire dinner using chopsticks. His boyfriend was somewhat awkward, but he managed well enough, and Harry was even able to feed Draco a bite or two using his chopsticks.
Harry was thrumming with excitement as he and Draco stepped off the lift and made their way to their hotel room. Draco took the package containing his kimono into the en suite bathroom, while Harry stripped down to his boxers and settled onto the bed to wait. Several minutes later, Draco strutted out of the bathroom wearing the stunning green silk kimono. Harry whistled. "That's a bit of alright," he praised.
Draco visibly preened, and he turned this way and that as if modeling the kimono on a runway. He held his arms out to the sides to show off the flowing sleeves.
"Take it off," Harry urged.
Draco smirked at him. "That was never part of our agreement." He laughed and ducked when Harry growled and threw a pillow at him. "You first," he said, waving a hand at Harry's pants.
Harry raised his arse to remove his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, and he dropped them over the edge of the bed. "Your turn."
Draco reached back and loosened the sash of his kimono. He opened the front before turning his back to Harry and allowing the garment to slide off one shoulder and bare his creamy skin.
Harry wrapped a hand around his cock to soothe the ache and anxiously waited for more of Draco's body to be revealed. His boyfriend didn't disappoint. Draco's kimono dropped to his waist, and he turned around, showing off his leanly muscled chest and his flushed, erect nipples. He opened the garment further, giving Harry a glimpse of his pale pubic hair before he pivoted away again. From the bed, Harry groaned at the delicious torment.
Draco lowered his kimono further, revealing the cleft of his arse in increments until the silk bunched beneath his buttocks and displayed his arse. He shot a saucy look at Harry over one shoulder before he spun back around and whipped the kimono away from him with a flourish.
Harry's eyes were drawn to his boyfriend's penis, which jutted proudly from between his legs. Draco approached the bed slowly and moved to straddle Harry. He leaned down to claim a kiss before reaching back to grab Harry's cock and lower himself upon it.
"Draco," Harry gasped, clutching at his boyfriend's hips as his cock was engulfed by Draco's slick hole. "I wondered what...what was taking you so long," he puffed.
"I knew you'd be too randy to wait," Draco explained. He wriggled his arse to take Harry in that final inch, then sighed in pleasure. "I'm impressed you learned to use chopsticks so quickly," Draco commented. He raised himself and sank back down with a moan.
"Incentive," panted Harry. "I had incentive." His hands urged Draco into another upstroke, and Harry thrust his hips up to meet Draco on the subsequent downstroke. They stopped speaking in favor of panting for breath as they moved together on the large bed. Harry put a hand on Draco's cock, and Draco covered Harry's hand with his own. Together, they stroked him to completion as he continued to work himself up and down Harry's rigid length.
Draco's spine curved back as he came, and his release left Harry's chest covered with pearly droplets. Harry sat up and bore Draco back until he was in a position to thrust hard and fast between Draco's legs. He climaxed a moment later with a throaty groan.
Draco flung his arms out to the sides and smiled in contented lethargy. "Brilliant."
Harry kissed his boyfriend before withdrawing from him, and they lay side by side with their heads near the foot of the bed. As Harry wondered if he could wandlessly Accio the pillows, Draco snickered. "What's so amusing?" asked Harry.
Draco turned to throw a leg over him and replied, "I was wondering what other tricks you could learn, given the proper incentive."
Artwork: Nantai Mori by yumekutteikt