Making Laundry
Title: Making Laundry
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ A birthday gift for rubytuesday5681, whose prompt was laundry
♥ awdt prompt of "Don't make me smite you."
Summary: It's Potter's turn to do laundry, and Draco makes sure of it.
"It's your turn to do the laundry."
"No, it isn't."
"Yes, it is, Potter," said Draco, barely keeping a rein on his temper.
Potter shook his head. "I did it last week," he said, not even looking away from his infernal Muggle telly. It was bad enough that they were forced to share a small flat while training as Aurors, but Potter was such a slob that it made the situation even more unbearable.
Draco's lips thinned. "I did the laundry last week, you addle-pated moron." Potter glared at him and opened his gob, clearly intending to argue the point. "Don't make me smite you," snarled Draco, hands clenching into fists at his side.
Potter grumbled beneath his breath as he stood up and snatched the laundry basket.
"My uniforms and workout gear are in the hamper in my room," Draco told him, dropping onto the sofa with a victorious smirk. "I'm sure you'll find your own clothing strewn all over your floor," he said to Potter's retreating back.
"Sod off!" came the retort from down the narrow hallway.
Draco flicked his wand at the telly to turn it off; he'd never been able to figure out the control thingie that Potter used. He picked up the manual on Auror ethics and began to study. Draco didn't know how much time had passed before he realized Potter should have come stomping back through the flat with a basket of laundry. What was taking him so long?
Draco sighed and set the manual aside before heading down the hall and peering into Potter's room. As expected, it was a disaster. The bed was unmade, and articles of clothing were tossed haphazardly all over the place. Potter's books and manuals were in a pile on the floor, and there were candy wrappers on the nightstand. Draco's lip curled in disgust an instant before his eyebrows rose. There was also a bottle of lubricant on the nightstand.
Surprisingly, Potter's room didn't reek. Instead, it smelled like Potter, and Draco's cock jerked in his pants. Draco cursed his inappropriate attraction to his roommate and backed out of the doorway. Eyes narrowing, he stepped across the hall and opened his own door.
"Potter, what-"
Draco's voice broke off at the sight before him. Harry Potter was standing in the middle of Draco's immaculate room and sniffing a pair of Draco's pants. Startled, Potter tried to hide the pants behind his back as a guilty flush suffused his face.
Draco crossed his arms and slouched against the door frame. "Explain yourself, Potter."
"Er, well, you see, I..." Potter tried before simply blurting out, "I couldn't help myself!" Then, apparently having decided the best defense was a good offense, Potter launched an all-out assault. "It's not my fault you're so bloody attractive nor that you smell so damned good!" he cried. "And you, you taunt me with it, don't you?" he accused, pointing at Draco.
Draco snatched his purloined pants off of Potter's finger, but Potter pressed on.
"Always parading around, flaunting your sex appeal and flirting with every other bloke but me," ranted Potter. "Well, I won't have it! If anyone is going to get in your pants, it's going to be me, you tease!"
Draco halted Potter's tirade by tackling him onto the bed. Draco hadn't meant to do it, but his cock had taken over and led the charge. He landed atop Potter in a flailing tangle. In an instant, they had sorted themselves out and were snogging for all they were worth. Draco's world spun, and he realized Potter had rolled them and was now sprawled on top of him.
"Savage," muttered Draco, tugging at the hem of Potter's jumper.
"Ponce," spat Potter, tearing at the row of buttons on Draco's shirt.
Potter's jumper came off over his head, while Draco's shirt merely drooped off his shoulders. They gave up on it and began attacking one another's trousers instead. Draco's trousers were yanked off faster than he would have thought possible. Potter threw them across the room and divested Draco of his pants just as quickly. He paused long enough to bring them to his nose for an appreciative sniff.
"MmMalfoy," growled Potter. He dropped Draco's pants and hoisted Draco's legs over his shoulders. Potter fumbled his own trousers open and withdrew his cock.
"Lube!" shrilled Draco, trying to twitch away from Potter's eager prick.
Potter cursed and closed his eyes, and an instant later, Draco squeaked at the cool, wet sensation between his legs. He opened his mouth to complain. "Potter, that's chea-eee-ting!"
"That's what you do to me," rumbled Potter, pulling back and plunging deeper on his second thrust.
"I can't control myself." Thrust.
"All I can think about is this." Thrust.
"Oh god, Malfoy, you feel so good." Thrust.
Draco was beyond protesting now. With his legs slung over Potter's shoulders, he was helpless to do anything but lie there and enjoy, and enjoy, he did. When Potter hammered his sweet spot. Draco groaned, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He reached for Potter's arse and urged him in deeper and harder. Draco's toes curled, and he writhed beneath Potter in sexual rapture. Potter's stomach rubbed back and forth over Draco's cock with his movements, adding just the right bit of friction. Draco's breathing grew ragged, and it was interspersed with moans of delight.
Potter was panting now, too--panting and grunting and shagging Draco into a mindless orgasm. Draco cried out at the apex, feet kicking in the air and muscles clamping down on Potter's cock in pulsing contractions. He was still twitching when he felt Potter spurt inside of him as Potter groaned his name.
Draco became aware of how uncomfortable he was. Potter's weight was pressing him into the bedding and threatening to dislocate his hips. He struggled to lower his legs, and he pushed at Potter as he did so.
Potter took the hint and rolled away from Draco. "That was fantastic, Malfoy," he said with a smug grin.
Draco sat up and grimaced as spunk and lube trickled from his hole. He tugged his shirt off the rest of the way and dropped it onto Potter's smirking face. "The laundry still needs doing, Potter," said Draco, "and you can wash my bedding while you're at it."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ A birthday gift for rubytuesday5681, whose prompt was laundry
♥ awdt prompt of "Don't make me smite you."
Summary: It's Potter's turn to do laundry, and Draco makes sure of it.
"It's your turn to do the laundry."
"No, it isn't."
"Yes, it is, Potter," said Draco, barely keeping a rein on his temper.
Potter shook his head. "I did it last week," he said, not even looking away from his infernal Muggle telly. It was bad enough that they were forced to share a small flat while training as Aurors, but Potter was such a slob that it made the situation even more unbearable.
Draco's lips thinned. "I did the laundry last week, you addle-pated moron." Potter glared at him and opened his gob, clearly intending to argue the point. "Don't make me smite you," snarled Draco, hands clenching into fists at his side.
Potter grumbled beneath his breath as he stood up and snatched the laundry basket.
"My uniforms and workout gear are in the hamper in my room," Draco told him, dropping onto the sofa with a victorious smirk. "I'm sure you'll find your own clothing strewn all over your floor," he said to Potter's retreating back.
"Sod off!" came the retort from down the narrow hallway.
Draco flicked his wand at the telly to turn it off; he'd never been able to figure out the control thingie that Potter used. He picked up the manual on Auror ethics and began to study. Draco didn't know how much time had passed before he realized Potter should have come stomping back through the flat with a basket of laundry. What was taking him so long?
Draco sighed and set the manual aside before heading down the hall and peering into Potter's room. As expected, it was a disaster. The bed was unmade, and articles of clothing were tossed haphazardly all over the place. Potter's books and manuals were in a pile on the floor, and there were candy wrappers on the nightstand. Draco's lip curled in disgust an instant before his eyebrows rose. There was also a bottle of lubricant on the nightstand.
Surprisingly, Potter's room didn't reek. Instead, it smelled like Potter, and Draco's cock jerked in his pants. Draco cursed his inappropriate attraction to his roommate and backed out of the doorway. Eyes narrowing, he stepped across the hall and opened his own door.
"Potter, what-"
Draco's voice broke off at the sight before him. Harry Potter was standing in the middle of Draco's immaculate room and sniffing a pair of Draco's pants. Startled, Potter tried to hide the pants behind his back as a guilty flush suffused his face.
Draco crossed his arms and slouched against the door frame. "Explain yourself, Potter."
"Er, well, you see, I..." Potter tried before simply blurting out, "I couldn't help myself!" Then, apparently having decided the best defense was a good offense, Potter launched an all-out assault. "It's not my fault you're so bloody attractive nor that you smell so damned good!" he cried. "And you, you taunt me with it, don't you?" he accused, pointing at Draco.
Draco snatched his purloined pants off of Potter's finger, but Potter pressed on.
"Always parading around, flaunting your sex appeal and flirting with every other bloke but me," ranted Potter. "Well, I won't have it! If anyone is going to get in your pants, it's going to be me, you tease!"
Draco halted Potter's tirade by tackling him onto the bed. Draco hadn't meant to do it, but his cock had taken over and led the charge. He landed atop Potter in a flailing tangle. In an instant, they had sorted themselves out and were snogging for all they were worth. Draco's world spun, and he realized Potter had rolled them and was now sprawled on top of him.
"Savage," muttered Draco, tugging at the hem of Potter's jumper.
"Ponce," spat Potter, tearing at the row of buttons on Draco's shirt.
Potter's jumper came off over his head, while Draco's shirt merely drooped off his shoulders. They gave up on it and began attacking one another's trousers instead. Draco's trousers were yanked off faster than he would have thought possible. Potter threw them across the room and divested Draco of his pants just as quickly. He paused long enough to bring them to his nose for an appreciative sniff.
"MmMalfoy," growled Potter. He dropped Draco's pants and hoisted Draco's legs over his shoulders. Potter fumbled his own trousers open and withdrew his cock.
"Lube!" shrilled Draco, trying to twitch away from Potter's eager prick.
Potter cursed and closed his eyes, and an instant later, Draco squeaked at the cool, wet sensation between his legs. He opened his mouth to complain. "Potter, that's chea-eee-ting!"
"That's what you do to me," rumbled Potter, pulling back and plunging deeper on his second thrust.
"I can't control myself." Thrust.
"All I can think about is this." Thrust.
"Oh god, Malfoy, you feel so good." Thrust.
Draco was beyond protesting now. With his legs slung over Potter's shoulders, he was helpless to do anything but lie there and enjoy, and enjoy, he did. When Potter hammered his sweet spot. Draco groaned, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He reached for Potter's arse and urged him in deeper and harder. Draco's toes curled, and he writhed beneath Potter in sexual rapture. Potter's stomach rubbed back and forth over Draco's cock with his movements, adding just the right bit of friction. Draco's breathing grew ragged, and it was interspersed with moans of delight.
Potter was panting now, too--panting and grunting and shagging Draco into a mindless orgasm. Draco cried out at the apex, feet kicking in the air and muscles clamping down on Potter's cock in pulsing contractions. He was still twitching when he felt Potter spurt inside of him as Potter groaned his name.
Draco became aware of how uncomfortable he was. Potter's weight was pressing him into the bedding and threatening to dislocate his hips. He struggled to lower his legs, and he pushed at Potter as he did so.
Potter took the hint and rolled away from Draco. "That was fantastic, Malfoy," he said with a smug grin.
Draco sat up and grimaced as spunk and lube trickled from his hole. He tugged his shirt off the rest of the way and dropped it onto Potter's smirking face. "The laundry still needs doing, Potter," said Draco, "and you can wash my bedding while you're at it."