Belling the Cat
Title: Belling the Cat
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Snarking and wanking
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for aliasfanatic04, using the prompts bell, cat, green. This is from my White Cat verse.
Summary: Harry needs to choose gifts more carefully.
"I bought you something."
Harry's statement gained Draco's immediate attention, as he knew it would. Draco was unabashedly greedy.
"What is it?" Draco asked, sidling close to Harry and winding his arms around his boyfriend's neck.
Harry pressed his lips to Draco's neck and nibbled. "The question," he said between tiny nips, "is where is it?"
"Where is it?" Draco asked, voice sounding breathless as he arched against Harry.
"It's in my...mm...my front pocket," murmured Harry. His lips had traveled up, and he was now sucking gently on Draco's earlobe.
"Deviant," Draco accused. Nevertheless, he splayed his hand across Harry's stomach and slid it downward in a slow caress.
"Let's shag," said Harry.
Draco shook his head. "I want my gift," he insisted, growing bolder in his search.
"That's not my pocket!" Harry gasped, arching into his boyfriend's firm grip.
"Maybe not, but I think there's something in here for me," teased Draco. He gave Harry another squeeze before working his fingers into one of Harry's front pockets.
Harry didn't bother to tell Draco he'd chosen the wrong pocket. Instead, he moaned when Draco's questing fingers brushed the hard ridge of his cock again.
"Is this for me?" Draco asked, deliberately trailing the tip of one finger along Harry's length.
"Always," Harry replied in a rough voice. "You may have it now, if you'd like."
"I'd rather have my gift," said Draco, withdrawing his hand from Harry's pocket.
Harry groaned. "Now you're being cruel."
Draco laughed at him. "Next time, wrap a bow around your cock." He plunged his other hand into Harry's opposite pocket, creating a jingling sound. "Ah ha!" Draco cried.
Harry moaned as his boyfriend groped inside of his pocket.
Draco withdrew his hand to see his prize. His victorious grin turned to an expression of confusion. "What is it?" he asked, studying the strip of green leather with the small silver bell attached.
Harry took a deep breath and tried to tamp down his ardor. "It's a collar," he said.
If anything, Draco's scowl deepened. "A collar?" he repeated.
Harry recognized the signs of an impending temper tantrum. "It's for when you're in cat form," he said. "I thought you would look quite handsome in it."
"It has a bell on it."
"It's green, your favorite color," Harry interjected with forced cheer.
"A bell, Harry!"
Harry went for damage control. "We can take the bell off," he suggested.
Draco's jaw tightened.
"Change into a cat, and let me put it on you," Harry tried.
Draco's lip curled in a sneer.
Harry grew desperate. "I'll suck your cock!"
"Bugger off," snapped Draco. He fastened the collar around his wrist with jerky motions and pushed past Harry on his way to the bedroom.
Harry trailed after him uncertainly, only to pull up short when the door slammed shut in his face. He palmed his cock to ease the pressure. Draco's anger had done nothing to lessen Harry's lust. "Draco?" he asked in a timid voice.
The only sound from beyond the door was the jingling of the bell on Draco's collar.
Harry frowned as he rubbed his aching cock. "What are you doing in there?" he asked.
"I'm having a wank!"
"Without me?!"
"Go away, you pervert!" yelled Draco. "I'd like some privacy!"
jingle jingle jingle
"Draaaa-co," Harry whined, trying to turn the knob on the door.
"Go fuck yourself!"
jingle jingle jingle
"Open up!" Harry demanded, banging his hand on the door.
All he heard was the damned bell ringing, interspersed with Draco's throaty moans.
Harry cursed and unzipped his jeans. He plunged a hand inside and began to rub one out. Harry turned and leaned against the door as he wanked, the better to hear Draco.
jingle jingle jingle
Draco cried out in pleasure, and Harry doubled his efforts. The bell had gone blessedly silent. Harry's balls drew up, and the muscles in his lower back tightened.
Draco yanked the door open from inside the bedroom.
Harry yelped as he fell backwards through the doorway, still gripping his spurting cock.
"That was quite impressive, Harry," drawled Draco. "I think you managed to get come on the ceiling." He dropped the soiled collar on Harry's face, changed into his cat form, and leaped over Harry's prone form on his way out of the bedroom.
Harry sat up and straightened his glasses. The collar fell onto his spent cock, causing it to twitch. Harry picked the collar up and gave it a small shake.
jingle jingle jingle
"Damn," he said. "That was hot."
That Damned Cat
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Snarking and wanking
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for aliasfanatic04, using the prompts bell, cat, green. This is from my White Cat verse.
Summary: Harry needs to choose gifts more carefully.
"I bought you something."
Harry's statement gained Draco's immediate attention, as he knew it would. Draco was unabashedly greedy.
"What is it?" Draco asked, sidling close to Harry and winding his arms around his boyfriend's neck.
Harry pressed his lips to Draco's neck and nibbled. "The question," he said between tiny nips, "is where is it?"
"Where is it?" Draco asked, voice sounding breathless as he arched against Harry.
"It's in my...mm...my front pocket," murmured Harry. His lips had traveled up, and he was now sucking gently on Draco's earlobe.
"Deviant," Draco accused. Nevertheless, he splayed his hand across Harry's stomach and slid it downward in a slow caress.
"Let's shag," said Harry.
Draco shook his head. "I want my gift," he insisted, growing bolder in his search.
"That's not my pocket!" Harry gasped, arching into his boyfriend's firm grip.
"Maybe not, but I think there's something in here for me," teased Draco. He gave Harry another squeeze before working his fingers into one of Harry's front pockets.
Harry didn't bother to tell Draco he'd chosen the wrong pocket. Instead, he moaned when Draco's questing fingers brushed the hard ridge of his cock again.
"Is this for me?" Draco asked, deliberately trailing the tip of one finger along Harry's length.
"Always," Harry replied in a rough voice. "You may have it now, if you'd like."
"I'd rather have my gift," said Draco, withdrawing his hand from Harry's pocket.
Harry groaned. "Now you're being cruel."
Draco laughed at him. "Next time, wrap a bow around your cock." He plunged his other hand into Harry's opposite pocket, creating a jingling sound. "Ah ha!" Draco cried.
Harry moaned as his boyfriend groped inside of his pocket.
Draco withdrew his hand to see his prize. His victorious grin turned to an expression of confusion. "What is it?" he asked, studying the strip of green leather with the small silver bell attached.
Harry took a deep breath and tried to tamp down his ardor. "It's a collar," he said.
If anything, Draco's scowl deepened. "A collar?" he repeated.
Harry recognized the signs of an impending temper tantrum. "It's for when you're in cat form," he said. "I thought you would look quite handsome in it."
"It has a bell on it."
"It's green, your favorite color," Harry interjected with forced cheer.
"A bell, Harry!"
Harry went for damage control. "We can take the bell off," he suggested.
Draco's jaw tightened.
"Change into a cat, and let me put it on you," Harry tried.
Draco's lip curled in a sneer.
Harry grew desperate. "I'll suck your cock!"
"Bugger off," snapped Draco. He fastened the collar around his wrist with jerky motions and pushed past Harry on his way to the bedroom.
Harry trailed after him uncertainly, only to pull up short when the door slammed shut in his face. He palmed his cock to ease the pressure. Draco's anger had done nothing to lessen Harry's lust. "Draco?" he asked in a timid voice.
The only sound from beyond the door was the jingling of the bell on Draco's collar.
Harry frowned as he rubbed his aching cock. "What are you doing in there?" he asked.
"I'm having a wank!"
"Without me?!"
"Go away, you pervert!" yelled Draco. "I'd like some privacy!"
jingle jingle jingle
"Draaaa-co," Harry whined, trying to turn the knob on the door.
"Go fuck yourself!"
jingle jingle jingle
"Open up!" Harry demanded, banging his hand on the door.
All he heard was the damned bell ringing, interspersed with Draco's throaty moans.
Harry cursed and unzipped his jeans. He plunged a hand inside and began to rub one out. Harry turned and leaned against the door as he wanked, the better to hear Draco.
jingle jingle jingle
Draco cried out in pleasure, and Harry doubled his efforts. The bell had gone blessedly silent. Harry's balls drew up, and the muscles in his lower back tightened.
Draco yanked the door open from inside the bedroom.
Harry yelped as he fell backwards through the doorway, still gripping his spurting cock.
"That was quite impressive, Harry," drawled Draco. "I think you managed to get come on the ceiling." He dropped the soiled collar on Harry's face, changed into his cat form, and leaped over Harry's prone form on his way out of the bedroom.
Harry sat up and straightened his glasses. The collar fell onto his spent cock, causing it to twitch. Harry picked the collar up and gave it a small shake.
jingle jingle jingle
"Damn," he said. "That was hot."
That Damned Cat