Not Safe For Brunch
Title: Not Safe For Brunch
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Narcissa
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, use of pet name
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 695
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 ajisbored, who asked for more of my Phone!sex arc
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #179 - Mother
Summary: Harry's texts are Not Safe For Brunch.
Harry wanted nothing more than to enjoy a lie-in, but Draco had other plans.
"Come back to bed, baby," Harry coaxed in his most sultry voice.
Draco visibly wavered before he sighed and squared his shoulders. "I can't, Harry," he said. "I promised Mum I would join her for brunch this morning."
"Your mother won't mind if you're a few minutes late," said Harry.
Draco shot him a skeptical look. "Harry, you know very well that if I were to rejoin you in bed, I would be more than a few minutes late for brunch."
Harry chuckled; he really couldn't refute Draco's statement. "Very well, you prat," he said. "Go enjoy brunch with your mother, then get your arse back home so I can ravish you."
Draco groaned. "Harry, you're making this hard."
"I'll have something hard waiting for you right here, baby."
~*~
"More tea, darling?"
"Yes, Mum, thank you," Draco replied politely.
"Is something amiss, Draco?" his mother asked. "You're fidgeting."
"My apologies," Draco replied hastily. Chagrined, he vowed to stop thinking about Harry and concentrate on conversing with his mother. He listened as she related an amusing anecdote from a recent excursion with Andromeda.
The mobile phone in Draco's pocket vibrated, startling him. He nearly sloshed the tea out of his cup. "Er, would you please excuse me for a moment, Mum?"
She nodded, even as a puzzled frown creased her brow.
Draco pushed his chair back and stood up. He strode through the parlor and into a small sitting room. Draco withdrew his phone and sighed when he saw he had a message from Harry. If his boyfriend began sending him naughty text messages while Draco was trying to visit with his mother, he was going to wring Harry's neck.
Draco pressed a button to retrieve Harry's message. His breath left him in a rush. Instead of sending a naughty message, Harry, damn him, had sent a photo. A terribly naughty, scandalous photo of himself in all of his aroused glory. Draco's blood supply redirected, leaving him feeling faint with sudden lust. He was going to kill Harry. No, first he was going to have sex with Harry, and then Draco was going to kill him.
"Draco?" his mother's voice called from the parlor.
Draco stared longingly at the delicious photo of Harry, went to close his phone, paused to stare at Harry's photo for three more seconds...
"Draco?"
Draco muttered a curse and flipped his mobile phone shut. He put it back in his pocket and returned to the parlor. "I apologize for that, Mum," he said, resuming his seat at the table. "Did Andromeda say how Teddy is faring?"
Draco listened attentively to his mother's story about Teddy's latest escapade. He willed his erection to subside, and he had almost succeeded when his phone vibrated again. Draco stoically ignored it this time, but his cock responded with a renewed surge of lust.
Draco remained at the Manor until he could no longer sit still. He bade his mother goodbye, then used the Floo to return home.
~*~
"I am...going to...kill you."
"Mm, I love it when you...when you talk dirty to me, baby."
Draco's rim clenched around Harry's thrusting cock at the familiar endearment. He hooked his ankles behind Harry's back and urged him on. "H-harder...H-Harry..."
Harry obliged his boyfriend, banging Draco with unrestrained passion. "Is that what you...wanted, baby?"
"Oh fuck, Harry...yes, yes...there, right there...yes, Harry, yes, Harry...yes, yes, HARRY!"
Draco thrashed beneath Harry, body spurting and spasming in the throes of an intense climax.
Harry rode his boyfriend through it, pumping between Draco's legs, quick and hard. Two more strokes, and Harry was coming inside of Draco with a lusty shout of pleasure.
Harry wilted atop Draco until his pulse stopped pounding, then he claimed Draco's lips in a leisurely kiss. He raised his head, grinned, then eased out of Draco and shifted to lie next to him on the bed. "Are you still planning to kill me after that brilliant shag?" Harry teased.
"Yesss," Draco slurred, "just as soon as I catch my breath."
Cream of Breakfast
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Narcissa
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, use of pet name
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 695
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 ajisbored, who asked for more of my Phone!sex arc
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #179 - Mother
Summary: Harry's texts are Not Safe For Brunch.
Harry wanted nothing more than to enjoy a lie-in, but Draco had other plans.
"Come back to bed, baby," Harry coaxed in his most sultry voice.
Draco visibly wavered before he sighed and squared his shoulders. "I can't, Harry," he said. "I promised Mum I would join her for brunch this morning."
"Your mother won't mind if you're a few minutes late," said Harry.
Draco shot him a skeptical look. "Harry, you know very well that if I were to rejoin you in bed, I would be more than a few minutes late for brunch."
Harry chuckled; he really couldn't refute Draco's statement. "Very well, you prat," he said. "Go enjoy brunch with your mother, then get your arse back home so I can ravish you."
Draco groaned. "Harry, you're making this hard."
"I'll have something hard waiting for you right here, baby."
~*~
"More tea, darling?"
"Yes, Mum, thank you," Draco replied politely.
"Is something amiss, Draco?" his mother asked. "You're fidgeting."
"My apologies," Draco replied hastily. Chagrined, he vowed to stop thinking about Harry and concentrate on conversing with his mother. He listened as she related an amusing anecdote from a recent excursion with Andromeda.
The mobile phone in Draco's pocket vibrated, startling him. He nearly sloshed the tea out of his cup. "Er, would you please excuse me for a moment, Mum?"
She nodded, even as a puzzled frown creased her brow.
Draco pushed his chair back and stood up. He strode through the parlor and into a small sitting room. Draco withdrew his phone and sighed when he saw he had a message from Harry. If his boyfriend began sending him naughty text messages while Draco was trying to visit with his mother, he was going to wring Harry's neck.
Draco pressed a button to retrieve Harry's message. His breath left him in a rush. Instead of sending a naughty message, Harry, damn him, had sent a photo. A terribly naughty, scandalous photo of himself in all of his aroused glory. Draco's blood supply redirected, leaving him feeling faint with sudden lust. He was going to kill Harry. No, first he was going to have sex with Harry, and then Draco was going to kill him.
"Draco?" his mother's voice called from the parlor.
Draco stared longingly at the delicious photo of Harry, went to close his phone, paused to stare at Harry's photo for three more seconds...
"Draco?"
Draco muttered a curse and flipped his mobile phone shut. He put it back in his pocket and returned to the parlor. "I apologize for that, Mum," he said, resuming his seat at the table. "Did Andromeda say how Teddy is faring?"
Draco listened attentively to his mother's story about Teddy's latest escapade. He willed his erection to subside, and he had almost succeeded when his phone vibrated again. Draco stoically ignored it this time, but his cock responded with a renewed surge of lust.
Draco remained at the Manor until he could no longer sit still. He bade his mother goodbye, then used the Floo to return home.
~*~
"I am...going to...kill you."
"Mm, I love it when you...when you talk dirty to me, baby."
Draco's rim clenched around Harry's thrusting cock at the familiar endearment. He hooked his ankles behind Harry's back and urged him on. "H-harder...H-Harry..."
Harry obliged his boyfriend, banging Draco with unrestrained passion. "Is that what you...wanted, baby?"
"Oh fuck, Harry...yes, yes...there, right there...yes, Harry, yes, Harry...yes, yes, HARRY!"
Draco thrashed beneath Harry, body spurting and spasming in the throes of an intense climax.
Harry rode his boyfriend through it, pumping between Draco's legs, quick and hard. Two more strokes, and Harry was coming inside of Draco with a lusty shout of pleasure.
Harry wilted atop Draco until his pulse stopped pounding, then he claimed Draco's lips in a leisurely kiss. He raised his head, grinned, then eased out of Draco and shifted to lie next to him on the bed. "Are you still planning to kill me after that brilliant shag?" Harry teased.
"Yesss," Draco slurred, "just as soon as I catch my breath."
Cream of Breakfast