To Please a Malfoy
Title: To Please a Malfoy
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OC
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Rimming, voyeurism
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 565
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Belated birthday gift for phycodemented, who requested H/D, explicit rimming
♦ hd_commentfest - November photo prompt
Summary: Harry came to borrow a quill and ended up sampling Draco's inkwell, instead.
Harry walked into Draco's study, intending only to borrow a quill from his husband. Draco glanced up and smiled briefly before returning his attention to the financial reports he was perusing.
Harry reached for a quill and paused. "You smell...edible," he said.
Draco's eyes flicked up, registering surprise. "It's that homemade soap that Pansy insisted I try," he responded.
Harry's nostrils flared, and he leaned over the desk. "Do you smell that good all over?" he rumbled. From his peripheral vision, Harry was aware of the portrait of stuffy old Polaris Malfoy pausing to peer at them over his hand of cards. He chose to ignore the daft old bugger.
"I might," drawled Draco, sitting up and stroking his chin with his hand. "Why do you ask?"
Harry's expression turned lecherous. "I want to bend you over this desk and give you a rimming."
Twin gasps followed Harry's statement--one from Draco and one from the very proper Polaris. Draco's expression was downright comical. His hand was still cradling his chin, but his eyes had gone quite round.
"A rimming, you say?" chirped Draco.
"I say!" harrumphed Polaris.
Harry kept his eyes on Draco and slowly licked his lips.
Draco knocked his chair over in his haste to stand up and shuck his trousers. In moments, he was bent over and clutching the edge of his desk while Harry's tongue plied his arse hole.
Harry was at the epicenter of bliss. His husband's unique, sexy scent was tinged with the woodsy, citrus tang of the soap he'd used, and Harry couldn't get enough. He had nipped each of Draco's cheeks, sucked love bites into rosy bloom on the pale flesh, and run his tongue up and down Draco's cleft. With each pass, Harry had lingered longer on the furled flesh of his husband's hole until he had been unable to resist the urge to delve inside and taste all of Draco.
Draco's moans of pleasure, mingled with the wet, delicious sounds Harry was making, managed to drown out the indignant sputtering of stodgy old Polaris Malfoy. Harry chanced a glance up and was startled to see the elder Malfoy wanking furiously as he watched them.
Harry withdrew his tongue, much to Draco's dismay, and swirled it around his husband's twitching rim before plunging deep once more. He thrust his tongue in and out and wriggled it side to side. Harry's jaw began to ache, but he was intent on his task and had no thoughts of stopping.
Draco was pressing his arse back, almost as if to fuck himself on Harry's tongue. He had begun to wank, as well, unconsciously mimicking Polaris' rhythm. Harry's cock was hard enough to burst through his zip, but he wanted to bring Draco off first. He pressed against Draco's perineum with his thumb, and the extra stimulation was all that was needed to send Draco careening into climax.
Draco's wailing cry of pleasure nearly rattled the window panes before dying out to a whimpering sigh. Barely had the study gone silent again before Polaris achieved his own release, whereupon he gave a mighty shout and toppled out of his chair.
Draco grinned over his shoulder at his husband and said, "You certainly know how to please a Malfoy."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OC
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Rimming, voyeurism
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 565
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Belated birthday gift for phycodemented, who requested H/D, explicit rimming
♦ hd_commentfest - November photo prompt
Summary: Harry came to borrow a quill and ended up sampling Draco's inkwell, instead.
Harry walked into Draco's study, intending only to borrow a quill from his husband. Draco glanced up and smiled briefly before returning his attention to the financial reports he was perusing.
Harry reached for a quill and paused. "You smell...edible," he said.
Draco's eyes flicked up, registering surprise. "It's that homemade soap that Pansy insisted I try," he responded.
Harry's nostrils flared, and he leaned over the desk. "Do you smell that good all over?" he rumbled. From his peripheral vision, Harry was aware of the portrait of stuffy old Polaris Malfoy pausing to peer at them over his hand of cards. He chose to ignore the daft old bugger.
"I might," drawled Draco, sitting up and stroking his chin with his hand. "Why do you ask?"
Harry's expression turned lecherous. "I want to bend you over this desk and give you a rimming."
Twin gasps followed Harry's statement--one from Draco and one from the very proper Polaris. Draco's expression was downright comical. His hand was still cradling his chin, but his eyes had gone quite round.
"A rimming, you say?" chirped Draco.
"I say!" harrumphed Polaris.
Harry kept his eyes on Draco and slowly licked his lips.
Draco knocked his chair over in his haste to stand up and shuck his trousers. In moments, he was bent over and clutching the edge of his desk while Harry's tongue plied his arse hole.
Harry was at the epicenter of bliss. His husband's unique, sexy scent was tinged with the woodsy, citrus tang of the soap he'd used, and Harry couldn't get enough. He had nipped each of Draco's cheeks, sucked love bites into rosy bloom on the pale flesh, and run his tongue up and down Draco's cleft. With each pass, Harry had lingered longer on the furled flesh of his husband's hole until he had been unable to resist the urge to delve inside and taste all of Draco.
Draco's moans of pleasure, mingled with the wet, delicious sounds Harry was making, managed to drown out the indignant sputtering of stodgy old Polaris Malfoy. Harry chanced a glance up and was startled to see the elder Malfoy wanking furiously as he watched them.
Harry withdrew his tongue, much to Draco's dismay, and swirled it around his husband's twitching rim before plunging deep once more. He thrust his tongue in and out and wriggled it side to side. Harry's jaw began to ache, but he was intent on his task and had no thoughts of stopping.
Draco was pressing his arse back, almost as if to fuck himself on Harry's tongue. He had begun to wank, as well, unconsciously mimicking Polaris' rhythm. Harry's cock was hard enough to burst through his zip, but he wanted to bring Draco off first. He pressed against Draco's perineum with his thumb, and the extra stimulation was all that was needed to send Draco careening into climax.
Draco's wailing cry of pleasure nearly rattled the window panes before dying out to a whimpering sigh. Barely had the study gone silent again before Polaris achieved his own release, whereupon he gave a mighty shout and toppled out of his chair.
Draco grinned over his shoulder at his husband and said, "You certainly know how to please a Malfoy."