Grossing Out Party
Title: Grossing Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #81 - "What would Dumbledore do?", hair gel
Summary: Harry gets assertive...sort of. Follows Burning Out Party.
Harry was tempted to punch Malfoy for scaring him like that. Malfoy seemed entirely too pleased with himself. His expression was smug, lips curled in a lazy smirk, and his hair tumbled over his brow in a disheveled mess. Harry much preferred Malfoy's hair like that; he had always detested the slick appearance that Malfoy achieved with copious amounts of hair gel when he was younger. Harry's fingers now itched to slide through Malfoy's soft blond hair. Would that be too girlie?
What would Dumbledore do?
Harry decided that his clever mentor would have turned the situation to his own advantage. He reached out and tangled his fingers in Malfoy's mussed hair. Harry's grip was firm without being too rough or aggressive, but his voice brooked no argument when he said, "It's my turn to shag you now."
Malfoy's pupils expanded, almost as if he was turned on by Harry's sudden take charge attitude. He licked his lips and nodded. "I reckon you've earned it, Potter," he said. Malfoy leaned back, reclining almost artfully at the opposite end of the sofa. He took his spent cock in hand and began to slowly stroke himself.
Harry watched in fascination as Malfoy's penis swelled and lengthened in his hand. His own cock began to get hard again, and Harry couldn't wait to plunge it into Malfoy's willing body. He shoved the blanket aside and clambered over Malfoy's legs.
"Not so fast, Potter," Malfoy cautioned. "You can't just throw one into me without preparation."
Harry frowned and sat back on his haunches. He wrapped a hand around his resurgent erection and said, "I'm prepared, Malfoy, believe me."
"Not you," scoffed Malfoy. "I need to be prepared. Have you forgotten how I lubed and stretched you before I shagged you?"
Harry was flabbergasted. "Do you mean I have to stick my fingers up your arse?!"
"Do you want to stick your cock there?"
Harry felt his face get warm. "Well, erm, yes..."
Malfoy located the bottle of lubricant and tossed it to Harry, who caught it automatically. "Then, I reckon you'd better oil your fingers and get busy."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #81 - "What would Dumbledore do?", hair gel
Summary: Harry gets assertive...sort of. Follows Burning Out Party.
Harry was tempted to punch Malfoy for scaring him like that. Malfoy seemed entirely too pleased with himself. His expression was smug, lips curled in a lazy smirk, and his hair tumbled over his brow in a disheveled mess. Harry much preferred Malfoy's hair like that; he had always detested the slick appearance that Malfoy achieved with copious amounts of hair gel when he was younger. Harry's fingers now itched to slide through Malfoy's soft blond hair. Would that be too girlie?
What would Dumbledore do?
Harry decided that his clever mentor would have turned the situation to his own advantage. He reached out and tangled his fingers in Malfoy's mussed hair. Harry's grip was firm without being too rough or aggressive, but his voice brooked no argument when he said, "It's my turn to shag you now."
Malfoy's pupils expanded, almost as if he was turned on by Harry's sudden take charge attitude. He licked his lips and nodded. "I reckon you've earned it, Potter," he said. Malfoy leaned back, reclining almost artfully at the opposite end of the sofa. He took his spent cock in hand and began to slowly stroke himself.
Harry watched in fascination as Malfoy's penis swelled and lengthened in his hand. His own cock began to get hard again, and Harry couldn't wait to plunge it into Malfoy's willing body. He shoved the blanket aside and clambered over Malfoy's legs.
"Not so fast, Potter," Malfoy cautioned. "You can't just throw one into me without preparation."
Harry frowned and sat back on his haunches. He wrapped a hand around his resurgent erection and said, "I'm prepared, Malfoy, believe me."
"Not you," scoffed Malfoy. "I need to be prepared. Have you forgotten how I lubed and stretched you before I shagged you?"
Harry was flabbergasted. "Do you mean I have to stick my fingers up your arse?!"
"Do you want to stick your cock there?"
Harry felt his face get warm. "Well, erm, yes..."
Malfoy located the bottle of lubricant and tossed it to Harry, who caught it automatically. "Then, I reckon you'd better oil your fingers and get busy."