The Arse Whisperer
Title: The Arse Whisperer
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Explicit suggestion
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 525
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift fic for celestlyn, in thanks for some beta work. Request was for established H/D watching an adult movie together
♦ hp_positions current prompt of "I am not a pervert, I just enjoy the lines of male bodies entwined."
Summary: Harry and Draco watch porn together.
"Potter, what manner of pervert are you?"
Harry paused in the act of putting groceries away. Brow furrowed in confusion, he meandered out of the kitchen to where Draco was standing next to the telly. "What are you going on about?" asked Harry.
Draco turned with one of Harry's DVDs in hand and brandished it at him. "The Arse Whisperer, Harry?"
Harry felt his face turn red, and he snatched the DVD from Draco's hand. "I am not a pervert," he sniffed. "I just enjoy the lines of male bodies entwined."
Draco goggled at him before bursting into raucous laughter. "Honestly, Harry," he snickered. "It's not art, it's porn."
"Fine, it's porn," scowled Harry. "I like a little something to wank to when you're not around." They didn't live together, but for as much time as Draco spent at Harry's flat, it certainly seemed that way. Harry shouldered Draco aside to replace the DVD, but his boyfriend grabbed it back.
"Let's watch it together," he said.
Harry found the idea both intriguing and embarrassing. "Er, I-"
"Maybe I enjoy seeing male bodies entwined, too," purred Draco.
Harry gulped and nodded. He sat on the sofa while Draco put the DVD in and turned the telly on. Draco sat next to Harry and curled close. Harry had always enjoyed this particular film, and he wasn't sure if Draco's commentary made it better or worse.
"Now, that's a fine arse," said Draco.
"Yours is better," Harry said dutifully.
"I do have a superior arse, don't I?" preened Draco. He was silent for a few moments before blurting, "Look at the size of that bloke's cock!"
Harry chuckled. "A few inches longer, and it would be about the same size as mine."
Draco turned to look at Harry, one brow raised in obvious skepticism.
Harry's expression hardened, just daring his boyfriend to disagree. Draco wisely refrained, and they both returned their attention to the telly.
Draco's hand traveled higher up Harry's thigh the longer they watched. "I wouldn't have thought anyone could get in that position," he commented.
"We could try it later, if you're game," said Harry. He shifted minutely on the sofa, trying to get Draco's hand where he wanted it most.
"But why is the film called arse whisperer?" Draco wondered. "Oh!" he exclaimed a moment later. "Oh, that's not a tongue, it's a bloody snake!"
This was Harry's favorite part, too. He covered Draco's hand with his own and forcibly moved it to his crotch. Harry groaned when Draco automatically began to massage his bits.
"With a tongue like that, he could have any arse he wanted," breathed Draco. His wide eyes were transfixed on the telly, and he squirmed slightly on the sofa.
"Hence the title The Arse Whisperer," whispered Harry.
"I want a rim job," announced Draco. "Right now." He stood up and began tackling his belt.
Harry rose to his feet and pulled his shirt off over his head.
Draco paused and glanced up at him. "Harry? Will you let me enlarge your tongue?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Explicit suggestion
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 525
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift fic for celestlyn, in thanks for some beta work. Request was for established H/D watching an adult movie together
♦ hp_positions current prompt of "I am not a pervert, I just enjoy the lines of male bodies entwined."
Summary: Harry and Draco watch porn together.
"Potter, what manner of pervert are you?"
Harry paused in the act of putting groceries away. Brow furrowed in confusion, he meandered out of the kitchen to where Draco was standing next to the telly. "What are you going on about?" asked Harry.
Draco turned with one of Harry's DVDs in hand and brandished it at him. "The Arse Whisperer, Harry?"
Harry felt his face turn red, and he snatched the DVD from Draco's hand. "I am not a pervert," he sniffed. "I just enjoy the lines of male bodies entwined."
Draco goggled at him before bursting into raucous laughter. "Honestly, Harry," he snickered. "It's not art, it's porn."
"Fine, it's porn," scowled Harry. "I like a little something to wank to when you're not around." They didn't live together, but for as much time as Draco spent at Harry's flat, it certainly seemed that way. Harry shouldered Draco aside to replace the DVD, but his boyfriend grabbed it back.
"Let's watch it together," he said.
Harry found the idea both intriguing and embarrassing. "Er, I-"
"Maybe I enjoy seeing male bodies entwined, too," purred Draco.
Harry gulped and nodded. He sat on the sofa while Draco put the DVD in and turned the telly on. Draco sat next to Harry and curled close. Harry had always enjoyed this particular film, and he wasn't sure if Draco's commentary made it better or worse.
"Now, that's a fine arse," said Draco.
"Yours is better," Harry said dutifully.
"I do have a superior arse, don't I?" preened Draco. He was silent for a few moments before blurting, "Look at the size of that bloke's cock!"
Harry chuckled. "A few inches longer, and it would be about the same size as mine."
Draco turned to look at Harry, one brow raised in obvious skepticism.
Harry's expression hardened, just daring his boyfriend to disagree. Draco wisely refrained, and they both returned their attention to the telly.
Draco's hand traveled higher up Harry's thigh the longer they watched. "I wouldn't have thought anyone could get in that position," he commented.
"We could try it later, if you're game," said Harry. He shifted minutely on the sofa, trying to get Draco's hand where he wanted it most.
"But why is the film called arse whisperer?" Draco wondered. "Oh!" he exclaimed a moment later. "Oh, that's not a tongue, it's a bloody snake!"
This was Harry's favorite part, too. He covered Draco's hand with his own and forcibly moved it to his crotch. Harry groaned when Draco automatically began to massage his bits.
"With a tongue like that, he could have any arse he wanted," breathed Draco. His wide eyes were transfixed on the telly, and he squirmed slightly on the sofa.
"Hence the title The Arse Whisperer," whispered Harry.
"I want a rim job," announced Draco. "Right now." He stood up and began tackling his belt.
Harry rose to his feet and pulled his shirt off over his head.
Draco paused and glanced up at him. "Harry? Will you let me enlarge your tongue?"