From Bad to Wurst
Title: From Bad to Wurst
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Angry sex, terrible innuendo
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 835
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 _meretricula, who asked for aggressive top!Harry
♦ Belated birthday gift for sylvaticginger, who requested a sequel to I'll Meat You in Your Shop
Summary: Harry's lust for Malfoy's meat goes from bad to wurst.
Harry halted several doors down from Malfoy's Meats and steeled himself for another confrontation with the owner of the establishment. Draco Malfoy was a menace to society, and it was up to Harry to deal with him. Harry's previous two visits to Malfoy's shop had ended in disaster, and he told himself he was not looking forward to another encounter.
Harry's cock disagreed.
Harry's previous visits to Malfoy's establishment had led to hot, frantic sex, which was potentially disastrous to Harry's career and reputation, not to mention to his salacious libido. Harry surreptitiously adjusted his half-hard cock in his uniform trousers, threw his shoulders back, firmed his jaw, and strode down the pavement.
Harry stopped in front of Malfoy's shop, horrified all over again by a new sign in the window:
AUROR POTTER EATS MY MEAT
Below the script was a photo of Harry exiting the shop with a bag containing a package of bratwurst. Harry was going to murder Malfoy. He shoved the door open, startling a customer into scurrying out past him.
"Potter!" barked Malfoy from behind the counter. "How dare you frighten my customers away?"
Malfoy's attack flustered Harry, and he was incapable of anything but pointing and sputtering, "Your sign...bad...must go..."
"Oh, but Auror Potter, you just got here," purred Malfoy, stepping out from behind his counter.
Harry's eyes immediately went to Malfoy's groin, and his cock flexed when he saw the impressive bulge that Malfoy was sporting.
"Would you like to see my meat?"
Harry's eyes snapped back to Malfoy's smirking face, and he felt his ears get hot. Harry pointed to the window. "That sign has to go," he snapped.
Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against his display case. The same case that Harry had buggered him over. Twice.
"Did you eat the bratwurst I sold you?" asked Malfoy.
"Yes," Harry replied. It would have been silly not to eat it after he'd overpaid for it.
"And, did you enjoy it?"
Harry's lips thinned in annoyance. "Yes," he grudgingly admitted.
"Then, what seems to be the problem, Auror Potter?"
Harry lost his composure. "It's...it's suggestive!" he squawked, flapping both hands for emphasis.
Malfoy's eyes went comically wide. "Nonsense!" he gasped. "You simply have a dirty mind, Potter."
Harry was in Malfoy's face in two strides. He grabbed Malfoy's shirt in both hands and growled, "I'm not the one with the dirty mind, Malfoy."
"My sign made you think naughty thoughts."
"You make me think naughty thoughts, Malfoy!"
Harry's words ended on a strangled gasp when Malfoy's hand palmed him through his trousers, and he arched into the crude caress.
"Imagine meating me here," Malfoy said with a wicked smirk.
For Harry, it was the last straw. He had to have Malfoy or die of lust. Harry tightened his grip on Malfoy's shirt and dragged him over to the low counter. Malfoy cooperated by unzipping his trousers, kicking his shoes off, and whisking his trousers and pants down and away. Harry hoisted Malfoy up on the counter, groaning when Malfoy spread his legs and wrapped them around Harry's waist.
Harry reached for the catch on his trousers and yanked his zip down. He sighed in relief when his swollen cock sprang free. Harry uttered a standard spell, took aim, and thrust. Malfoy moaned, and his head lolled back when Harry penetrated him. Malfoy's naked thighs tightened around Harry, squeezing Harry and urging him in harder and deeper.
Harry forgot all about his righteous anger; it was incinerated in the heat of the passion he and Malfoy generated together. Harry's hips pumped rapidly between Malfoy's legs as he fucked Malfoy, right there on the counter of his shop. He didn't care that they were in a public space, or that anyone could walk in on them. All Harry cared about was easing the ache that Malfoy had caused.
Malfoy worked a hand between them and began jerking his cock. His breath left him in shallow pants, and he locked his ankles behind Harry's back to anchor himself. Harry concentrated on his own pleasure, thrusting himself into Malfoy's hot hole over and over. In spite of Harry's selfishness, Malfoy came first. His body tensed, his back arched, and a low, rumbling groan vibrated in his chest as he ejaculated all over Harry's official uniform.
It was the sexiest thing Harry had ever seen. He doubled his efforts, pounding Malfoy's arse until his own body tightened and released. Harry buried his face in Malfoy's neck to stifle his cries of pleasure. When it was over, Harry was too knackered to move. He remained standing between Malfoy's legs, their bodies still connected as their breathing evened out.
Distantly, Harry heard a bell ring. He didn't grasp the significance until a strange voice squeaked, "Oh! I'll just come back some other time!"
The front door of the shop slammed closed, Malfoy stiffened in Harry's embrace, and Harry had visions of his career going down the loo.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Angry sex, terrible innuendo
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 835
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 _meretricula, who asked for aggressive top!Harry
♦ Belated birthday gift for sylvaticginger, who requested a sequel to I'll Meat You in Your Shop
Summary: Harry's lust for Malfoy's meat goes from bad to wurst.
Harry halted several doors down from Malfoy's Meats and steeled himself for another confrontation with the owner of the establishment. Draco Malfoy was a menace to society, and it was up to Harry to deal with him. Harry's previous two visits to Malfoy's shop had ended in disaster, and he told himself he was not looking forward to another encounter.
Harry's cock disagreed.
Harry's previous visits to Malfoy's establishment had led to hot, frantic sex, which was potentially disastrous to Harry's career and reputation, not to mention to his salacious libido. Harry surreptitiously adjusted his half-hard cock in his uniform trousers, threw his shoulders back, firmed his jaw, and strode down the pavement.
Harry stopped in front of Malfoy's shop, horrified all over again by a new sign in the window:
AUROR POTTER EATS MY MEAT
Below the script was a photo of Harry exiting the shop with a bag containing a package of bratwurst. Harry was going to murder Malfoy. He shoved the door open, startling a customer into scurrying out past him.
"Potter!" barked Malfoy from behind the counter. "How dare you frighten my customers away?"
Malfoy's attack flustered Harry, and he was incapable of anything but pointing and sputtering, "Your sign...bad...must go..."
"Oh, but Auror Potter, you just got here," purred Malfoy, stepping out from behind his counter.
Harry's eyes immediately went to Malfoy's groin, and his cock flexed when he saw the impressive bulge that Malfoy was sporting.
"Would you like to see my meat?"
Harry's eyes snapped back to Malfoy's smirking face, and he felt his ears get hot. Harry pointed to the window. "That sign has to go," he snapped.
Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against his display case. The same case that Harry had buggered him over. Twice.
"Did you eat the bratwurst I sold you?" asked Malfoy.
"Yes," Harry replied. It would have been silly not to eat it after he'd overpaid for it.
"And, did you enjoy it?"
Harry's lips thinned in annoyance. "Yes," he grudgingly admitted.
"Then, what seems to be the problem, Auror Potter?"
Harry lost his composure. "It's...it's suggestive!" he squawked, flapping both hands for emphasis.
Malfoy's eyes went comically wide. "Nonsense!" he gasped. "You simply have a dirty mind, Potter."
Harry was in Malfoy's face in two strides. He grabbed Malfoy's shirt in both hands and growled, "I'm not the one with the dirty mind, Malfoy."
"My sign made you think naughty thoughts."
"You make me think naughty thoughts, Malfoy!"
Harry's words ended on a strangled gasp when Malfoy's hand palmed him through his trousers, and he arched into the crude caress.
"Imagine meating me here," Malfoy said with a wicked smirk.
For Harry, it was the last straw. He had to have Malfoy or die of lust. Harry tightened his grip on Malfoy's shirt and dragged him over to the low counter. Malfoy cooperated by unzipping his trousers, kicking his shoes off, and whisking his trousers and pants down and away. Harry hoisted Malfoy up on the counter, groaning when Malfoy spread his legs and wrapped them around Harry's waist.
Harry reached for the catch on his trousers and yanked his zip down. He sighed in relief when his swollen cock sprang free. Harry uttered a standard spell, took aim, and thrust. Malfoy moaned, and his head lolled back when Harry penetrated him. Malfoy's naked thighs tightened around Harry, squeezing Harry and urging him in harder and deeper.
Harry forgot all about his righteous anger; it was incinerated in the heat of the passion he and Malfoy generated together. Harry's hips pumped rapidly between Malfoy's legs as he fucked Malfoy, right there on the counter of his shop. He didn't care that they were in a public space, or that anyone could walk in on them. All Harry cared about was easing the ache that Malfoy had caused.
Malfoy worked a hand between them and began jerking his cock. His breath left him in shallow pants, and he locked his ankles behind Harry's back to anchor himself. Harry concentrated on his own pleasure, thrusting himself into Malfoy's hot hole over and over. In spite of Harry's selfishness, Malfoy came first. His body tensed, his back arched, and a low, rumbling groan vibrated in his chest as he ejaculated all over Harry's official uniform.
It was the sexiest thing Harry had ever seen. He doubled his efforts, pounding Malfoy's arse until his own body tightened and released. Harry buried his face in Malfoy's neck to stifle his cries of pleasure. When it was over, Harry was too knackered to move. He remained standing between Malfoy's legs, their bodies still connected as their breathing evened out.
Distantly, Harry heard a bell ring. He didn't grasp the significance until a strange voice squeaked, "Oh! I'll just come back some other time!"
The front door of the shop slammed closed, Malfoy stiffened in Harry's embrace, and Harry had visions of his career going down the loo.