Decorum
Title: Decorum
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexin'
Word count: 535
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 felaine, with a request of Fluffy vampire!Harry and redecorating
Summary: Draco wants to redecorate; Harry just wants to shag.
Harry yawned and scratched his bits as he emerged from the cellar. After sleeping the day away, he was hungry, and he had evening wood. Harry automatically sought out his boyfriend. Draco's delicious blood and delectable body would soothe both of Harry's hungers. He located Draco in the kitchen, where his boyfriend was staring at the cupboards with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Cock and gums throbbing with need, Harry reached for Draco.
"Harry, we need to do some redecorating in here."
Harry's grabby hands halted mid-reach, and he flapped them uselessly in the air. "Sorry?" he asked, certain that Draco could not be contemplating decor at a time like this.
"Lucy has scratched the wooden floors, and I think tile would look smashing in here, don't you agree?" Draco asked. He turned to smile brightly at Harry.
"Floors?"
"I'd also like to re-face the cupboards, and we may as well install a doggy door while we're at it," Draco said.
"Doggy?"
Lucy barreled into the kitchen as if summoned, skidded to a halt in front of Harry, and greeted him with a happy bark.
"See, Harry? She's ruining these floors," sighed Draco. He reached down to pat Lucy's head, then he glanced up at Harry again. "Harry, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Shag now?" Harry asked. He was finding it difficult to concentrate, due to lack of blood and sex.
"Honestly, Harry!" Draco exclaimed. "Do you ever think of anything but sex?"
"I'm hungry!" Harry whined. Lucy whined in commiseration and butted her cold, wet nose into his hand.
"Alright, Harry, if you insist," said Draco. "I'll indulge you in a shag, but then we will be discussing our decor."
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"...and then...ungh yes, Harry!...and then I think we need...need to redecorate our bedroom..."
Harry was too busy lapping at the blood that trickled from Draco's throat while simultaneously shagging his boyfriend to pay attention to Draco's ramblings. It would be nice if Draco would shut his gob for two minutes, however.
"...the color scheme in here, and...mm, Harry, right there...and we could do with a larger bed...that lamp is atrocious..."
Harry's rhythm faltered.
"We should repaint the ceiling in here, too," Draco mused.
Harry had heard enough. He retracted his fangs, closed the tiny punctures in Draco's throat with two swipes of his tongue, then stifled his boyfriend's monologue by kissing him. Finally, there was blessed silence, broken only by the creaking of the bed and the sounds made by its occupants. Harry thrust in deep and rolled his hips, and Draco broke their snog to wail aloud in pleasure.
Harry could only hope his boyfriend wouldn't start yammering about window treatments again. He increased the speed of his strokes, intent on finishing before Draco recovered his wits. The lingering spasms of Draco's inner muscles helped to hasten Harry's orgasm along. At the last possible moment, he withdrew from Draco and wanked himself to completion.
As Harry's ejaculate spattered Draco's chest, Draco sputtered indignantly. "Harry!" he cried. "What are you doing?!"
Harry displayed his fangs in a fiendish grin and replied, "I'm decorating you."