Birthday gift; HDPotsnPorn #66; Phone!sex arc
Title: Chocolate and Whipped Cream and Cherries? Parfait!
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, foodsmut, use of pet name
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 645
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 blossomdreams, who asked for more of my Phone!sex arc, with the prompts chocolate, collar, quill
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt No. 66 - parfaits
Summary: Harry gets revenge.
Draco took a seat behind his desk and rolled up his sleeves. He had a meeting this afternoon with his boss and a potential new client, and he had a lot of work to do in the meantime. Draco dipped his quill in its matching inkwell and began to apply Arithmancy to the various columns of numbers he needed to present at the meeting. He quickly became absorbed in the task, and the sudden ring of his mobile phone startled him.
Draco picked the phone up, glanced at the display, and answered it. "Hullo, Harry."
"What are you wearing, baby?"
"A suit and tie," Draco replied crisply, quelling the automatic quiver that raced along his nerve endings. "I'm working, Harry," he added. "I'll see you when I get home."
"If you come home now, you can see all of me."
Draco swallowed. "Wh-what do you mean?" he asked, in spite of the fact he had a darned good idea what Harry meant.
"I'm naked and waiting for you."
Draco closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He should have known Harry would want to get even. Only last week, Draco had teased and tormented Harry until his lover had come home and shagged him inside out.
"You'll have to wait until later," Draco said. "I have an important meeting to attend."
"Parfait."
"Sorry?" Draco prompted. He'd never heard Harry speak French before.
"I'm making myself a parfait," Harry murmured. "I'm going to drizzle chocolate over it, add some whipped cream, and put a big, juicy cherry on top. You love cream, don't you, baby?"
A strangled whimper escaped Draco's throat, and he ran a finger inside of his collar to loosen it. "K-keep it hot for me," he said. "I mean, keep it cold," Draco amended.
"I want to smear it all over you and eat the cherry out of your-"
"Stop teasing me, Harry," Draco pleaded. "Meeting...report..."
"Chocolate, cherry, cream, baby..."
Draco dropped his quill and grabbed his wand.
~*~
"Oh god, Harry, yes!"
"Louder, baby. Tell me how good it feels."
"Good, so good," Draco moaned. His head was tossing side to side on the pillow, while his ankles were locked behind Harry's back as his lover pounded into him. Ice cream, whipped cream and chocolate were smearing between their bodies as they rocked together on the bed. The cherry was long since gone; eaten just as Harry had threatened. Draco had nearly climaxed from that alone. But this, oh god, this was so much better. Draco arched up enthusiastically, meeting each of Harry's solid strokes with a nonverbal demand for more.
Harry wasn't content with nonverbal. "Are you enjoying this, baby?" he panted. "Was this worth skiving off of work for?"
"Yes, yes, yes," chanted Draco, rolling his hips each time Harry thrust in deep.
"Shall I lick you clean after this, baby?" Harry mused. He drove in and twisted his hips. "I have an entire jar of cherries in the fridge-"
"OhFUCKHARRY!" Draco cried, voice rising as he came hard from his lover's teasing torment.
"Mm, baby, I love it when you lose it like that," Harry praised. He continued pumping between Draco's legs until he stiffened above Draco and emptied himself inside of him. Once Harry was capable of moving again, he pulled out of Draco. He wrinkled his nose at the mess they'd made with ice cream and sex. Harry bent his head and licked a cream-smeared nipple.
Draco responded with a feeble twitch and an equally feeble moan.
"Are you going back to work, baby?"
Draco sighed without opening his eyes. "I have to."
"Tongue or shower?" Harry murmured, lapping at a stray bit of chocolate on Draco's collarbone.
"Shower," Draco mumbled.
"You'd best get going, then," said Harry, licking a path along Draco's ribs.
Draco groaned, "I can't move."
Blueberry Martini
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, foodsmut, use of pet name
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 645
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 blossomdreams, who asked for more of my Phone!sex arc, with the prompts chocolate, collar, quill
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt No. 66 - parfaits
Summary: Harry gets revenge.
Draco took a seat behind his desk and rolled up his sleeves. He had a meeting this afternoon with his boss and a potential new client, and he had a lot of work to do in the meantime. Draco dipped his quill in its matching inkwell and began to apply Arithmancy to the various columns of numbers he needed to present at the meeting. He quickly became absorbed in the task, and the sudden ring of his mobile phone startled him.
Draco picked the phone up, glanced at the display, and answered it. "Hullo, Harry."
"What are you wearing, baby?"
"A suit and tie," Draco replied crisply, quelling the automatic quiver that raced along his nerve endings. "I'm working, Harry," he added. "I'll see you when I get home."
"If you come home now, you can see all of me."
Draco swallowed. "Wh-what do you mean?" he asked, in spite of the fact he had a darned good idea what Harry meant.
"I'm naked and waiting for you."
Draco closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He should have known Harry would want to get even. Only last week, Draco had teased and tormented Harry until his lover had come home and shagged him inside out.
"You'll have to wait until later," Draco said. "I have an important meeting to attend."
"Parfait."
"Sorry?" Draco prompted. He'd never heard Harry speak French before.
"I'm making myself a parfait," Harry murmured. "I'm going to drizzle chocolate over it, add some whipped cream, and put a big, juicy cherry on top. You love cream, don't you, baby?"
A strangled whimper escaped Draco's throat, and he ran a finger inside of his collar to loosen it. "K-keep it hot for me," he said. "I mean, keep it cold," Draco amended.
"I want to smear it all over you and eat the cherry out of your-"
"Stop teasing me, Harry," Draco pleaded. "Meeting...report..."
"Chocolate, cherry, cream, baby..."
Draco dropped his quill and grabbed his wand.
~*~
"Oh god, Harry, yes!"
"Louder, baby. Tell me how good it feels."
"Good, so good," Draco moaned. His head was tossing side to side on the pillow, while his ankles were locked behind Harry's back as his lover pounded into him. Ice cream, whipped cream and chocolate were smearing between their bodies as they rocked together on the bed. The cherry was long since gone; eaten just as Harry had threatened. Draco had nearly climaxed from that alone. But this, oh god, this was so much better. Draco arched up enthusiastically, meeting each of Harry's solid strokes with a nonverbal demand for more.
Harry wasn't content with nonverbal. "Are you enjoying this, baby?" he panted. "Was this worth skiving off of work for?"
"Yes, yes, yes," chanted Draco, rolling his hips each time Harry thrust in deep.
"Shall I lick you clean after this, baby?" Harry mused. He drove in and twisted his hips. "I have an entire jar of cherries in the fridge-"
"OhFUCKHARRY!" Draco cried, voice rising as he came hard from his lover's teasing torment.
"Mm, baby, I love it when you lose it like that," Harry praised. He continued pumping between Draco's legs until he stiffened above Draco and emptied himself inside of him. Once Harry was capable of moving again, he pulled out of Draco. He wrinkled his nose at the mess they'd made with ice cream and sex. Harry bent his head and licked a cream-smeared nipple.
Draco responded with a feeble twitch and an equally feeble moan.
"Are you going back to work, baby?"
Draco sighed without opening his eyes. "I have to."
"Tongue or shower?" Harry murmured, lapping at a stray bit of chocolate on Draco's collarbone.
"Shower," Draco mumbled.
"You'd best get going, then," said Harry, licking a path along Draco's ribs.
Draco groaned, "I can't move."
Blueberry Martini