Birthday!gift; HD365: Better Than Cake
Title: Better Than Cake
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 860
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for kuroi_rubyheart, whose prompt was cake, bottom!Draco. Also written for hd_365, because I miss those boys.
Summary: Draco is exhausted, but he has Harry to take care of all his needs.
Draco tossed his Auror robes over the back of a chair and trudged across the living room to where Harry was seated at one end of the sofa. He flopped down with his head on his husband's lap. "What's for dinner?" Draco asked, heaving a weary sigh.
"Cake," Harry replied with a wicked chuckle.
"Noooo," moaned Draco. "If I have to look at another piece of cake I'll splinch myself."
Draco's thirtieth birthday had been on the weekend, and his friends had thrown him a surprise party with a little help from Harry. Pansy had ordered enough cake to feed the entire population of the British Isles, then insisted on sending a large quantity home with Draco and Harry. The two of them had been eating cake with every meal since.
"You left the Ministry before I did," Draco grumbled. "You were supposed to make me a lovely, cake-free dinner."
Harry laughed at his whiny husband. "Why don't we shag instead?" he murmured.
One of Draco's eyebrows rose in interest, but when nothing else did he frowned and said, "I don't have the energy. You'll have to feed me first."
"Oi, it must be horrible to be so old," Harry teased. "I'm not looking forward to turning thirty." He slid off the sofa while Draco sputtered.
"You may not live long enough to see thirty, Potter," Draco threatened.
"Potter-Malfoy," Harry corrected from the kitchen.
~*~
Harry didn't wake Draco until the dining table had been set. Draco had spent the past couple days testifying before the Wizengamut while trying to keep up with the paperwork that was part and parcel of being an Auror. Harry hadn't been involved in the trial, and his week had been relatively easy in comparison to his husband's.
Harry went to the sofa and woke Draco with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder. "Dinner is ready," he said when Draco opened his eyes.
Draco sat up yawning and pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I'll set the table," he offered in a sleep-rough voice.
"It's taken care of," Harry told him. "All you need to do is eat."
"You're so good to me," Draco sighed.
"I'm hoping you'll be grateful enough to let me shag you later," grinned Harry.
Draco shoved Harry hard enough to cause him to stumble. "Tosser," he snorted. "I'll decide about sex after I've eaten dinner."
Harry laughed and pulled Draco's chair out with a gallant gesture. Dinner was a simple affair of pasta with marinara sauce, a tossed salad, and cheese bread.
When he'd finished, Draco set his cutlery down and said, "Thank you, Harry. That was delicious."
Harry beamed at the praise. "Why don't you go get ready for bed, and I'll clean up in here?"
Draco nodded, trusting his husband would use his wand to accomplish the feat. Draco went back to the bedroom and began undressing. He didn't bother with pyjamas, but slipped into bed nude and gave his burgeoning cock a few slow strokes.
Harry stepped through the door and halted. As Draco released his loose grip on himself, Harry said, "Don't stop on my account."
"I was hoping you would give me a hand."
Harry crossed the room and set his glasses on the bedside table. He tugged his shirt off over his head and remarked, "You've been very needy tonight."
"I've had a rough day at work," Draco reminded his husband.
Harry shucked his jeans and boxers in one motion. "I suppose that means I'll have to do all the work?"
Draco feigned a yawn. "I'm quite knackered."
"Shall I leave you to sleep, then?" teased Harry as he joined his husband in bed.
"I'm not that tired," Draco amended quickly.
Harry chuckled even as he was reaching for the lubricant. Draco rolled over and stuck his bum in the air. Harry prepared Draco with care, taking his time to be sure Draco was sufficiently stretched.
"Harry."
It was a demand and a supplication, and Harry acquiesced. He lifted Draco's hips higher, positioning Draco before pushing slowly inside his body.
"Harry."
It was a moan this time as Draco widened his legs and arched his back to accept the gradual penetration of Harry's cock. When their bodies were pressed together, Draco turned his head and Harry leaned forward. Their lips met in a hungry kiss. Draco broke free with a gasp. "Move."
Harry obeyed, sliding in and out of Draco in smooth strokes as he enjoyed the sensation of Draco tightening around him. Harry increased the tempo of his thrusts, and he reached beneath Draco to tug on his husband's stiff prick.
"Oh my god, Harry," Draco wheezed, rolling his hips beneath Harry's sensual onslaught. "Harry, Harry, I'm going to-"
"Come for me," Harry growled.
And Draco did.
~*~
Draco lay with his head pillowed on Harry's chest while the thump of Harry's heart lulled him ever closer to sleep. Strong fingers sifted through Draco's hair, and he hummed in pleasure.
"Was that what you needed?" whispered Harry.
"Mmhmm," Draco murmured in reply.
Unseen by Draco, a devilish glint lit Harry's eyes. "Was it better than cake-OUCH!"
Cross-posted to hd_365
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 860
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for kuroi_rubyheart, whose prompt was cake, bottom!Draco. Also written for hd_365, because I miss those boys.
Summary: Draco is exhausted, but he has Harry to take care of all his needs.
Draco tossed his Auror robes over the back of a chair and trudged across the living room to where Harry was seated at one end of the sofa. He flopped down with his head on his husband's lap. "What's for dinner?" Draco asked, heaving a weary sigh.
"Cake," Harry replied with a wicked chuckle.
"Noooo," moaned Draco. "If I have to look at another piece of cake I'll splinch myself."
Draco's thirtieth birthday had been on the weekend, and his friends had thrown him a surprise party with a little help from Harry. Pansy had ordered enough cake to feed the entire population of the British Isles, then insisted on sending a large quantity home with Draco and Harry. The two of them had been eating cake with every meal since.
"You left the Ministry before I did," Draco grumbled. "You were supposed to make me a lovely, cake-free dinner."
Harry laughed at his whiny husband. "Why don't we shag instead?" he murmured.
One of Draco's eyebrows rose in interest, but when nothing else did he frowned and said, "I don't have the energy. You'll have to feed me first."
"Oi, it must be horrible to be so old," Harry teased. "I'm not looking forward to turning thirty." He slid off the sofa while Draco sputtered.
"You may not live long enough to see thirty, Potter," Draco threatened.
"Potter-Malfoy," Harry corrected from the kitchen.
~*~
Harry didn't wake Draco until the dining table had been set. Draco had spent the past couple days testifying before the Wizengamut while trying to keep up with the paperwork that was part and parcel of being an Auror. Harry hadn't been involved in the trial, and his week had been relatively easy in comparison to his husband's.
Harry went to the sofa and woke Draco with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder. "Dinner is ready," he said when Draco opened his eyes.
Draco sat up yawning and pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I'll set the table," he offered in a sleep-rough voice.
"It's taken care of," Harry told him. "All you need to do is eat."
"You're so good to me," Draco sighed.
"I'm hoping you'll be grateful enough to let me shag you later," grinned Harry.
Draco shoved Harry hard enough to cause him to stumble. "Tosser," he snorted. "I'll decide about sex after I've eaten dinner."
Harry laughed and pulled Draco's chair out with a gallant gesture. Dinner was a simple affair of pasta with marinara sauce, a tossed salad, and cheese bread.
When he'd finished, Draco set his cutlery down and said, "Thank you, Harry. That was delicious."
Harry beamed at the praise. "Why don't you go get ready for bed, and I'll clean up in here?"
Draco nodded, trusting his husband would use his wand to accomplish the feat. Draco went back to the bedroom and began undressing. He didn't bother with pyjamas, but slipped into bed nude and gave his burgeoning cock a few slow strokes.
Harry stepped through the door and halted. As Draco released his loose grip on himself, Harry said, "Don't stop on my account."
"I was hoping you would give me a hand."
Harry crossed the room and set his glasses on the bedside table. He tugged his shirt off over his head and remarked, "You've been very needy tonight."
"I've had a rough day at work," Draco reminded his husband.
Harry shucked his jeans and boxers in one motion. "I suppose that means I'll have to do all the work?"
Draco feigned a yawn. "I'm quite knackered."
"Shall I leave you to sleep, then?" teased Harry as he joined his husband in bed.
"I'm not that tired," Draco amended quickly.
Harry chuckled even as he was reaching for the lubricant. Draco rolled over and stuck his bum in the air. Harry prepared Draco with care, taking his time to be sure Draco was sufficiently stretched.
"Harry."
It was a demand and a supplication, and Harry acquiesced. He lifted Draco's hips higher, positioning Draco before pushing slowly inside his body.
"Harry."
It was a moan this time as Draco widened his legs and arched his back to accept the gradual penetration of Harry's cock. When their bodies were pressed together, Draco turned his head and Harry leaned forward. Their lips met in a hungry kiss. Draco broke free with a gasp. "Move."
Harry obeyed, sliding in and out of Draco in smooth strokes as he enjoyed the sensation of Draco tightening around him. Harry increased the tempo of his thrusts, and he reached beneath Draco to tug on his husband's stiff prick.
"Oh my god, Harry," Draco wheezed, rolling his hips beneath Harry's sensual onslaught. "Harry, Harry, I'm going to-"
"Come for me," Harry growled.
And Draco did.
~*~
Draco lay with his head pillowed on Harry's chest while the thump of Harry's heart lulled him ever closer to sleep. Strong fingers sifted through Draco's hair, and he hummed in pleasure.
"Was that what you needed?" whispered Harry.
"Mmhmm," Draco murmured in reply.
Unseen by Draco, a devilish glint lit Harry's eyes. "Was it better than cake-OUCH!"
Cross-posted to hd_365