On the Minister's Chair
Title: On the Minister's Chair
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 990
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 neptuneschild1, who asked for deep itch, snarky!Draco. This is a sequel to On the Minister's Desk
Summary: The Minister has an itch, and Harry is happy to assist.
"Potter, stop standing there like an idiot, and do something useful!"
Only from long practice was Harry able to refrain from rolling his eyes. "Yes, sir," he said in a neutral tone. Harry didn't move, however. His job was to stand at ease in the Minister's office as his personal bodyguard.
Having apparently satisfied his urge to snark about something irrelevant, Malfoy returned his attention to the parchment in front of him and muttered under his breath. He fidgeted in his seat.
Harry stoically kept his gaze straight ahead, but his cock took notice of Malfoy's squirming, and it twitched in anticipation. Harry tried to quell his body's reaction. Just because Malfoy had allowed, or rather demanded, Harry shag him twice before didn't mean it would happen again. Ever. Harry had been ordered not to mention the Minister's indiscretions, so it wasn't as though he could suggest a repeat.
Malfoy squirmed again and tossed his quill down.
Harry took it as a signal that he was allowed to speak. "Is there something wrong, sir?" he asked.
Malfoy's mouth turned down in a frown. "I have...an itch," he grumbled.
Harry's cock gave an impatient throb, and he was glad his Auror robes concealed his rising excitement. "Shall I summon a Healer, sir?"
With a sigh, Malfoy slumped back in his chair. "It's not something a Healer can cure, Potter," he said. "It's a...deep itch."
Harry's mouth went dry. It had been five days since he had taken the Minister atop his desk, and Harry's cock was clamoring for action. He cleared his throat and dared to ask, "Is it something I can assist you with, sir?"
Malfoy finally turned his head and looked at Harry. His eyes were hot with repressed desire, and they swept up Harry's form, lingering at his groin. "Perhaps, Potter," said Malfoy. "Come here." He snapped his fingers for emphasis.
If Harry hadn't been so randy, he would have balked out of sheer stubbornness. However, his cock took charge and dragged him over to stand before the Minister.
Malfoy stood up. He wasn't quite touching Harry, but they were close enough that Harry could feel the heat emanating from the Minister's svelte body. "Open your flies and have a seat, Potter," Malfoy ordered.
Harry entertained a fantasy of Malfoy sinking to his knees in front of him to suck him off. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and lowered the zip. Harry hadn't been told to withdraw his cock, so he left it in solitary confinement for the moment and sat down on Malfoy's chair.
The Minister boldly groped Harry's crotch before reaching into his pants and freeing Harry's cock. "Impressive, Potter," Malfoy murmured.
"Will it...satisfy your itch?" Harry panted.
"If it doesn't, I'll sack you," said Malfoy. He kept his eyes on Harry's erection as he quickly dropped his own trousers and pants. Malfoy whispered an incantation that Harry recognized as a lubing charm. He then turned his back on Harry, reached for Harry's cock, and slowly lowered himself onto it.
Harry groaned, and he widened his thighs to bracket Malfoy's hips. The Minister seemed content to sit still for the moment, and Harry resisted the impulse to thrust up into him. Eventually, Malfoy began to move. He slid up and down, working the length of Harry's shaft with slow, measured strokes. Harry was treated to a tantalizing view of his glistening cock as it moved in and out of the Minister's body. He dared to place his hands on Malfoy's hips.
"Put a hand on my cock, you selfish arsehole," snapped Malfoy. He turned his head to glare at Harry over one shoulder.
Harry obeyed, wrapping his fingers around Malfoy's cock and giving him a good, hard tug from root to tip. Malfoy's eyes rolled back, and he moaned aloud before letting his head loll forward again. He picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on Harry's lap as he rode him.
Harry clenched his teeth to prevent any embarrassingly loud noises from escaping. He didn't think Malfoy had cast any privacy charms. For that matter, the Minister's door may well be unlocked. Perhaps Malfoy had a secret desire to be caught in flagrante delicto with his bodyguard.
Malfoy's movements became ever more enthusiastic. Harry responded by wanking the Minister harder and faster. He barely managed to snap his head out of the way when Malfoy threw his head back and climaxed. When Malfoy began to slump, Harry grabbed him about the ribcage and surged upright. He bent the Minister over his desk and set about relieving his own itch. Harry banged Malfoy hard and fast until he stiffened and shot his load inside of Malfoy's fluttering arse.
Harry's upper body toppled forward, and he caught himself on his hands. He stood there, panting over Malfoy, as his cock gradually softened.
"Get off of me, you oaf."
Harry grimaced, but he did as he was told, pulling out of the Minister with a squelch and using his wand to flick a cleaning charm over them both. As Harry stepped back and tucked himself in, Malfoy straightened and tugged his trousers and pants up.
"Is your itch gone now, sir?" Harry couldn't resist asking.
"Yes," Malfoy sneered, "and if you ever mention it again, I shall remove your head from your shoulders and mount it on the wall in here."
"I understand, sir," said Harry. He returned to his customary post in the corner.
Malfoy gave a haughty sniff and flounced into his chair, winced, and reached for his quill once more.
Harry waited until the Minister was absorbed in his work before he allowed himself a smug grin.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 990
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 neptuneschild1, who asked for deep itch, snarky!Draco. This is a sequel to On the Minister's Desk
Summary: The Minister has an itch, and Harry is happy to assist.
"Potter, stop standing there like an idiot, and do something useful!"
Only from long practice was Harry able to refrain from rolling his eyes. "Yes, sir," he said in a neutral tone. Harry didn't move, however. His job was to stand at ease in the Minister's office as his personal bodyguard.
Having apparently satisfied his urge to snark about something irrelevant, Malfoy returned his attention to the parchment in front of him and muttered under his breath. He fidgeted in his seat.
Harry stoically kept his gaze straight ahead, but his cock took notice of Malfoy's squirming, and it twitched in anticipation. Harry tried to quell his body's reaction. Just because Malfoy had allowed, or rather demanded, Harry shag him twice before didn't mean it would happen again. Ever. Harry had been ordered not to mention the Minister's indiscretions, so it wasn't as though he could suggest a repeat.
Malfoy squirmed again and tossed his quill down.
Harry took it as a signal that he was allowed to speak. "Is there something wrong, sir?" he asked.
Malfoy's mouth turned down in a frown. "I have...an itch," he grumbled.
Harry's cock gave an impatient throb, and he was glad his Auror robes concealed his rising excitement. "Shall I summon a Healer, sir?"
With a sigh, Malfoy slumped back in his chair. "It's not something a Healer can cure, Potter," he said. "It's a...deep itch."
Harry's mouth went dry. It had been five days since he had taken the Minister atop his desk, and Harry's cock was clamoring for action. He cleared his throat and dared to ask, "Is it something I can assist you with, sir?"
Malfoy finally turned his head and looked at Harry. His eyes were hot with repressed desire, and they swept up Harry's form, lingering at his groin. "Perhaps, Potter," said Malfoy. "Come here." He snapped his fingers for emphasis.
If Harry hadn't been so randy, he would have balked out of sheer stubbornness. However, his cock took charge and dragged him over to stand before the Minister.
Malfoy stood up. He wasn't quite touching Harry, but they were close enough that Harry could feel the heat emanating from the Minister's svelte body. "Open your flies and have a seat, Potter," Malfoy ordered.
Harry entertained a fantasy of Malfoy sinking to his knees in front of him to suck him off. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and lowered the zip. Harry hadn't been told to withdraw his cock, so he left it in solitary confinement for the moment and sat down on Malfoy's chair.
The Minister boldly groped Harry's crotch before reaching into his pants and freeing Harry's cock. "Impressive, Potter," Malfoy murmured.
"Will it...satisfy your itch?" Harry panted.
"If it doesn't, I'll sack you," said Malfoy. He kept his eyes on Harry's erection as he quickly dropped his own trousers and pants. Malfoy whispered an incantation that Harry recognized as a lubing charm. He then turned his back on Harry, reached for Harry's cock, and slowly lowered himself onto it.
Harry groaned, and he widened his thighs to bracket Malfoy's hips. The Minister seemed content to sit still for the moment, and Harry resisted the impulse to thrust up into him. Eventually, Malfoy began to move. He slid up and down, working the length of Harry's shaft with slow, measured strokes. Harry was treated to a tantalizing view of his glistening cock as it moved in and out of the Minister's body. He dared to place his hands on Malfoy's hips.
"Put a hand on my cock, you selfish arsehole," snapped Malfoy. He turned his head to glare at Harry over one shoulder.
Harry obeyed, wrapping his fingers around Malfoy's cock and giving him a good, hard tug from root to tip. Malfoy's eyes rolled back, and he moaned aloud before letting his head loll forward again. He picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on Harry's lap as he rode him.
Harry clenched his teeth to prevent any embarrassingly loud noises from escaping. He didn't think Malfoy had cast any privacy charms. For that matter, the Minister's door may well be unlocked. Perhaps Malfoy had a secret desire to be caught in flagrante delicto with his bodyguard.
Malfoy's movements became ever more enthusiastic. Harry responded by wanking the Minister harder and faster. He barely managed to snap his head out of the way when Malfoy threw his head back and climaxed. When Malfoy began to slump, Harry grabbed him about the ribcage and surged upright. He bent the Minister over his desk and set about relieving his own itch. Harry banged Malfoy hard and fast until he stiffened and shot his load inside of Malfoy's fluttering arse.
Harry's upper body toppled forward, and he caught himself on his hands. He stood there, panting over Malfoy, as his cock gradually softened.
"Get off of me, you oaf."
Harry grimaced, but he did as he was told, pulling out of the Minister with a squelch and using his wand to flick a cleaning charm over them both. As Harry stepped back and tucked himself in, Malfoy straightened and tugged his trousers and pants up.
"Is your itch gone now, sir?" Harry couldn't resist asking.
"Yes," Malfoy sneered, "and if you ever mention it again, I shall remove your head from your shoulders and mount it on the wall in here."
"I understand, sir," said Harry. He returned to his customary post in the corner.
Malfoy gave a haughty sniff and flounced into his chair, winced, and reached for his quill once more.
Harry waited until the Minister was absorbed in his work before he allowed himself a smug grin.