Challenge the Boss
Title: Challenge the Boss
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Good, old-fashioned over-the-desk sex!
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 975
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 amorette, using the prompts possessive!Harry, forced proximity. Sequel to Tease the Boss.
Summary: Malfoy drives Harry mad.
Harry arrived to his office at the Potter Foundation early, the better to mull over his dilemma without the added distraction of his secretary. In fact, Malfoy was the source of Harry's dilemma. Malfoy had taken over as Harry's temporary secretary when Hannah Longbottom left to have her baby. However, Hannah had recently contacted Harry to announce that she did not plan to return to work. Malfoy would be the obvious choice to replace her permanently, but Harry had a hard time concentrating when Malfoy was in his office.
A very hard time.
The wisest course of action would be to sack Malfoy and hire someone else, preferably a homely, stern old witch who could wither Harry's cock with one steely-eyed glare. He winced at the thought. The problem was, Malfoy had proven himself to be a damned fine secretary. He was punctual, efficient, organized, hot, tight, naughty-
Harry caught his mind wandering, and he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. The door opened, and Harry fumbled for his glasses and glanced up. Instead of Malfoy, however, it was a chipper young delivery girl who dashed into the office.
"Floral delivery!" she chirped, plunking a vase of flowers down on Harry's desk. "Have a good day!"
Harry sighed, wondering which organization had decided to express its appreciation with a gift of flowers. He would prefer a fruit basket, or a box of chocolates. Harry located the card and frowned when he saw it was addressed to Draco Malfoy, Potter Foundation. Harry vacillated between curiosity and maturity. Curiosity won out. He consoled himself with the fact that Potter Foundation was on the front of the card. Harry tore open the small envelope and withdrew the accompanying note.
Draco, I am eagerly anticipating having "lunch" with you today. Why don't you see if you can give Potter the slip and skive off for the rest of the day? I would love to indulge in some afternoon delight with you.
Yours, and I mean that sincerely, Thaddeus Throgmorton
Harry's eyes narrowed in fury, just as Malfoy sauntered through the door.
"Flowers, Potter? You shouldn't have."
"These aren't from me, you degenerate!"
Malfoy's jaw dropped at the insult. "What are you going on about?!"
"You were planning to skive off after lunch and spend the rest of the day shagging Throgmorton!"
"Thaddeus and I planned to meet for lunch, Potter. I had yet to agree to anything more."
"But you were considering it?!"
"Of course, I was considering it," Malfoy replied. He thunked his bag on his own desk and whirled to confront Harry again. "Thaddeus comes from a good family, he's rich and handsome, and rumor has it he's hung like a unicorn."
"You are not going to lunch with him, and that's final!" bellowed Harry. "I forbid it!"
"How dare you forbid me to do anything, you overbearing twat?!"
"How dare you call me an overbearing twat?! I'm your boss, you insufferable slag!"
Malfoy's chin lifted. "Prove it," he taunted.
Harry was momentarily taken aback by the dare, but he'd never been one to back down from any challenge. He charged out from behind his desk, gratified to see Malfoy's eyes widen in startled dismay. Before Malfoy could move, Harry grabbed him by his shirt, spun him around, and planted him, face-down, over his desk.
"Unhand me, you savage!" Malfoy cried.
Harry responded by smacking Malfoy's arse. Hard.
"Ouch! This is abuse! Let me go this instant! Ouch!"
Harry had landed two more slaps to Malfoy's pert arse. "Shall I fuck you into submission?" he growled. "Would you like that?"
"Ye-es," Malfoy breathed, He was squirming now on top of his desk, arse wiggling seductively.
Harry didn't pause to question why he'd made that threat, nor why Malfoy had acquiesced to it. He reached beneath Malfoy, made quick work of undoing Malfoy's trousers, then Harry dragged Malfoy's trousers and pants down in one motion. The fabric bunched at Malfoy's knees, but his pinkened arse was now bared for Harry to dominate. Harry kept one hand in the middle of Malfoy's back, holding him down, as he undid his own flies with the other hand. Harry withdrew the aching length of his erection and aimed it at Malfoy's tiny entrance. Harry muttered a familiar spell, pressed against Malfoy's rim, and penetrated him with a surge of his hips.
"Ooh!" Malfoy all but squealed. He pushed back, impaling himself further.
It was all the encouragement Harry needed to take what he wanted. Harry's hips lurched into motion, banging his secretary on the desk with unbridled enthusiasm. It was scandalous and so wrong, but fuck, it felt so good.
Malfoy writhed beneath Harry, his hot little hole clamped tight on Harry's cock. Malfoy's breathy little cries spurred Harry on, and he thrust faster and harder. Malfoy shifted and lifted up, and Harry could see that his hand was busy beneath himself. In only a few moments, Malfoy tensed and cried out. His rim clenched around Harry's cock in rhythmic pulses. Harry's pace faltered; he wanted nothing more than to simply drive in deep and savor Malfoy's orgasm, but his own escalating passion compelled him to keep thrusting. Three more strokes, and Harry was done. He ground his spurting cock as deeply inside of Malfoy as possible, wanting to claim as much of Malfoy as he could.
When Harry's spent cock began to slip from Malfoy's slippery hole, Harry sighed and pulled out. "You're not having lunch with Throgmorton," Harry grumbled. He tensed, waiting for another tantrum from Malfoy.
Instead, Malfoy craned his head to peer at Harry over one shoulder. Malfoy swiped at the fringe hanging in his eyes and said, "Who?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Good, old-fashioned over-the-desk sex!
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 975
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 amorette, using the prompts possessive!Harry, forced proximity. Sequel to Tease the Boss.
Summary: Malfoy drives Harry mad.
Harry arrived to his office at the Potter Foundation early, the better to mull over his dilemma without the added distraction of his secretary. In fact, Malfoy was the source of Harry's dilemma. Malfoy had taken over as Harry's temporary secretary when Hannah Longbottom left to have her baby. However, Hannah had recently contacted Harry to announce that she did not plan to return to work. Malfoy would be the obvious choice to replace her permanently, but Harry had a hard time concentrating when Malfoy was in his office.
A very hard time.
The wisest course of action would be to sack Malfoy and hire someone else, preferably a homely, stern old witch who could wither Harry's cock with one steely-eyed glare. He winced at the thought. The problem was, Malfoy had proven himself to be a damned fine secretary. He was punctual, efficient, organized, hot, tight, naughty-
Harry caught his mind wandering, and he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. The door opened, and Harry fumbled for his glasses and glanced up. Instead of Malfoy, however, it was a chipper young delivery girl who dashed into the office.
"Floral delivery!" she chirped, plunking a vase of flowers down on Harry's desk. "Have a good day!"
Harry sighed, wondering which organization had decided to express its appreciation with a gift of flowers. He would prefer a fruit basket, or a box of chocolates. Harry located the card and frowned when he saw it was addressed to Draco Malfoy, Potter Foundation. Harry vacillated between curiosity and maturity. Curiosity won out. He consoled himself with the fact that Potter Foundation was on the front of the card. Harry tore open the small envelope and withdrew the accompanying note.
Draco, I am eagerly anticipating having "lunch" with you today. Why don't you see if you can give Potter the slip and skive off for the rest of the day? I would love to indulge in some afternoon delight with you.
Yours, and I mean that sincerely, Thaddeus Throgmorton
Harry's eyes narrowed in fury, just as Malfoy sauntered through the door.
"Flowers, Potter? You shouldn't have."
"These aren't from me, you degenerate!"
Malfoy's jaw dropped at the insult. "What are you going on about?!"
"You were planning to skive off after lunch and spend the rest of the day shagging Throgmorton!"
"Thaddeus and I planned to meet for lunch, Potter. I had yet to agree to anything more."
"But you were considering it?!"
"Of course, I was considering it," Malfoy replied. He thunked his bag on his own desk and whirled to confront Harry again. "Thaddeus comes from a good family, he's rich and handsome, and rumor has it he's hung like a unicorn."
"You are not going to lunch with him, and that's final!" bellowed Harry. "I forbid it!"
"How dare you forbid me to do anything, you overbearing twat?!"
"How dare you call me an overbearing twat?! I'm your boss, you insufferable slag!"
Malfoy's chin lifted. "Prove it," he taunted.
Harry was momentarily taken aback by the dare, but he'd never been one to back down from any challenge. He charged out from behind his desk, gratified to see Malfoy's eyes widen in startled dismay. Before Malfoy could move, Harry grabbed him by his shirt, spun him around, and planted him, face-down, over his desk.
"Unhand me, you savage!" Malfoy cried.
Harry responded by smacking Malfoy's arse. Hard.
"Ouch! This is abuse! Let me go this instant! Ouch!"
Harry had landed two more slaps to Malfoy's pert arse. "Shall I fuck you into submission?" he growled. "Would you like that?"
"Ye-es," Malfoy breathed, He was squirming now on top of his desk, arse wiggling seductively.
Harry didn't pause to question why he'd made that threat, nor why Malfoy had acquiesced to it. He reached beneath Malfoy, made quick work of undoing Malfoy's trousers, then Harry dragged Malfoy's trousers and pants down in one motion. The fabric bunched at Malfoy's knees, but his pinkened arse was now bared for Harry to dominate. Harry kept one hand in the middle of Malfoy's back, holding him down, as he undid his own flies with the other hand. Harry withdrew the aching length of his erection and aimed it at Malfoy's tiny entrance. Harry muttered a familiar spell, pressed against Malfoy's rim, and penetrated him with a surge of his hips.
"Ooh!" Malfoy all but squealed. He pushed back, impaling himself further.
It was all the encouragement Harry needed to take what he wanted. Harry's hips lurched into motion, banging his secretary on the desk with unbridled enthusiasm. It was scandalous and so wrong, but fuck, it felt so good.
Malfoy writhed beneath Harry, his hot little hole clamped tight on Harry's cock. Malfoy's breathy little cries spurred Harry on, and he thrust faster and harder. Malfoy shifted and lifted up, and Harry could see that his hand was busy beneath himself. In only a few moments, Malfoy tensed and cried out. His rim clenched around Harry's cock in rhythmic pulses. Harry's pace faltered; he wanted nothing more than to simply drive in deep and savor Malfoy's orgasm, but his own escalating passion compelled him to keep thrusting. Three more strokes, and Harry was done. He ground his spurting cock as deeply inside of Malfoy as possible, wanting to claim as much of Malfoy as he could.
When Harry's spent cock began to slip from Malfoy's slippery hole, Harry sighed and pulled out. "You're not having lunch with Throgmorton," Harry grumbled. He tensed, waiting for another tantrum from Malfoy.
Instead, Malfoy craned his head to peer at Harry over one shoulder. Malfoy swiped at the fringe hanging in his eyes and said, "Who?"