Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 14
Title: Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 14
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and snark
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 groolover, who requested more of Bossy Blond Bottom
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #186, which was a list of words: firelight, cider, cinnamon, leaves, crisp, orange, bonfires, chenille throws, wool socks, red, fireplace, hearth, rug, kisses, wind, frost, jumpers/sweaters, apple, yellow, cozy. I used 'em all!
Summary: Home fires burn hotter.
Harry bit into a crisp, red apple and hummed in enjoyment. The Weasleys were hosting one of their seasonal bonfires, and Harry had insisted Draco accompany him. Beyond the reach of the fire, frost was already limning the orange and yellow leaves on the trees. A light wind ruffled Harry's hair, causing him to shiver. He took another bite of his apple, wishing for some hot cider instead. Harry was grateful for the jumpers that Molly Weasley had given him and Draco for the occasion. He was also grateful for the wool socks he was wearing.
When the singing began, Draco was done.
"Harry," he whispered, "let's go home."
"We just got here," Harry hissed.
Draco scowled. "I'm cold."
"Cast a Warming charm."
"I tried," Draco bit out. "It didn't last long enough."
Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and tugged him closer. "Is that better?"
"It will be better at home."
Harry sighed. "We'll stay just a few minutes more, okay?"
Draco's jaw tightened, but he held his tongue. Harry lent his voice to the next song and tried to coax Draco to join in. Draco's answering glare held the promise of a slow, painful death. The song ended, and Draco made his wishes known once more.
"Harry, I am cold, and I would like to go home now."
"We can sit closer to the fire," suggested Harry.
"Better yet, we can go home and light a fire of our own," Draco snapped.
"Will there be songs?" Harry teased.
"No."
"Kisses?"
After a pause, Draco replied, "Maybe."
Suddenly, going home seemed like a brilliant idea. "I'll just say our goodbyes to Arthur and Molly," Harry said as he stood up and brushed off the seat of his jeans.
~*~
Harry stoked the logs in the fireplace until he was satisfied that the fire was burning well on its own. He joined Draco on the sofa, burrowing under one of their chenille throws with his boyfriend. "Isn't this cozy?" Harry asked.
Draco handed Harry a mug of cider with a cinnamon stick in it. He nodded and said, "It's much better than a bonfire outdoors."
Harry disagreed, but he wasn't about to argue. As they sipped their cider in silence, Harry began a subtle seduction. He placed a hand on Draco's knee beneath the throw, then gradually began to stroke his boyfriend's thigh. Harry's cock was clamoring for some action, but he ignored it and continued taking his time. Draco's hair gleamed in the firelight, and Harry set his mug aside to card his fingers through the silky strands.
"Are you trying to pull me?" Draco drawled.
"Yes," admitted Harry. "How am I doing?"
"You may wish to try stroking my cock, instead."
Harry chuckled, but he followed Draco's advice. He palmed Draco through his trousers, startling a gasp out of his boyfriend. "How's that?"
"Mm, better..."
"What will it take to get you out of your clothes?" Harry whispered.
"I'm still chilled," said Draco. "I think I'll leave my clothes on."
Harry growled and tumbled Draco off of the sofa, chenille throw and all. They ended up on the rug in front of the hearth, still tangled in the throw. Harry cheated and used magic to Vanish their clothing.
"That's cheating!" Draco cried.
"I couldn't wait any longer," Harry said. He wiggled around until he succeeded in getting between Draco's legs.
"I trust you have some lube around here?"
"I don't need lube," said Harry. "I have magic."
Draco yipped when Harry made use of said magic. "Now I'm cold again!"
"I'll warm you up," Harry promised with a lecherous grin. He didn't give Draco any time to argue; Harry lined himself up and thrust.
"Ouch!" cried Draco. "Take it easy!"
Harry stopped, knowing there would be hell to pay if he didn't give Draco time to adjust.
"Do you plan to move any time tonight?"
Harry bit back an automatic retort and thrust in deeper.
"Not so hard!"
Harry gritted his teeth and forced himself to thrust more slowly.
"Is your penis broken?"
Harry briefly considered throttling his obnoxious boyfriend, but he was too intent on shagging him. He increased the pace of his thrusts, while keeping his strokes smooth and measured.
"Mm, yeah," sighed Draco, lifting up as best he could.
Harry nearly sighed in relief; he'd managed to appease the beast.
"To the left, Harry...no, your other left, you imbecile!"
Harry pulled out, changed his angle, and thrust in again.
Draco's eyes rolled back. "Oh god, yes, that's the spot...more, more...faster, faster...harder, harder...not so hard!"
Harry couldn't slow now if his life depended on it. He continued banging away, but he made damned sure he was hammering Draco's sweet spot. Draco ceased his complaining in favor of moaning. In moments, he was squealing and spurting between them. Harry was free to seek his own pleasure, and he did so with joyful abandon. Soon, he was the one coming and crying out.
"You're smothering me," Draco muttered.
"Now you know how I feel."
"What was that?"
"I said, I love how you feel," Harry chirped. "And, the blanket is wrapped around me so tightly, I don't think I can move. Sorry."
"You're making that up because don't want to move, aren't you?"
Harry settled his weight more firmly atop Draco and confessed. "Yeah."
Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 15
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and snark
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 groolover, who requested more of Bossy Blond Bottom
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #186, which was a list of words: firelight, cider, cinnamon, leaves, crisp, orange, bonfires, chenille throws, wool socks, red, fireplace, hearth, rug, kisses, wind, frost, jumpers/sweaters, apple, yellow, cozy. I used 'em all!
Summary: Home fires burn hotter.
Harry bit into a crisp, red apple and hummed in enjoyment. The Weasleys were hosting one of their seasonal bonfires, and Harry had insisted Draco accompany him. Beyond the reach of the fire, frost was already limning the orange and yellow leaves on the trees. A light wind ruffled Harry's hair, causing him to shiver. He took another bite of his apple, wishing for some hot cider instead. Harry was grateful for the jumpers that Molly Weasley had given him and Draco for the occasion. He was also grateful for the wool socks he was wearing.
When the singing began, Draco was done.
"Harry," he whispered, "let's go home."
"We just got here," Harry hissed.
Draco scowled. "I'm cold."
"Cast a Warming charm."
"I tried," Draco bit out. "It didn't last long enough."
Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and tugged him closer. "Is that better?"
"It will be better at home."
Harry sighed. "We'll stay just a few minutes more, okay?"
Draco's jaw tightened, but he held his tongue. Harry lent his voice to the next song and tried to coax Draco to join in. Draco's answering glare held the promise of a slow, painful death. The song ended, and Draco made his wishes known once more.
"Harry, I am cold, and I would like to go home now."
"We can sit closer to the fire," suggested Harry.
"Better yet, we can go home and light a fire of our own," Draco snapped.
"Will there be songs?" Harry teased.
"No."
"Kisses?"
After a pause, Draco replied, "Maybe."
Suddenly, going home seemed like a brilliant idea. "I'll just say our goodbyes to Arthur and Molly," Harry said as he stood up and brushed off the seat of his jeans.
~*~
Harry stoked the logs in the fireplace until he was satisfied that the fire was burning well on its own. He joined Draco on the sofa, burrowing under one of their chenille throws with his boyfriend. "Isn't this cozy?" Harry asked.
Draco handed Harry a mug of cider with a cinnamon stick in it. He nodded and said, "It's much better than a bonfire outdoors."
Harry disagreed, but he wasn't about to argue. As they sipped their cider in silence, Harry began a subtle seduction. He placed a hand on Draco's knee beneath the throw, then gradually began to stroke his boyfriend's thigh. Harry's cock was clamoring for some action, but he ignored it and continued taking his time. Draco's hair gleamed in the firelight, and Harry set his mug aside to card his fingers through the silky strands.
"Are you trying to pull me?" Draco drawled.
"Yes," admitted Harry. "How am I doing?"
"You may wish to try stroking my cock, instead."
Harry chuckled, but he followed Draco's advice. He palmed Draco through his trousers, startling a gasp out of his boyfriend. "How's that?"
"Mm, better..."
"What will it take to get you out of your clothes?" Harry whispered.
"I'm still chilled," said Draco. "I think I'll leave my clothes on."
Harry growled and tumbled Draco off of the sofa, chenille throw and all. They ended up on the rug in front of the hearth, still tangled in the throw. Harry cheated and used magic to Vanish their clothing.
"That's cheating!" Draco cried.
"I couldn't wait any longer," Harry said. He wiggled around until he succeeded in getting between Draco's legs.
"I trust you have some lube around here?"
"I don't need lube," said Harry. "I have magic."
Draco yipped when Harry made use of said magic. "Now I'm cold again!"
"I'll warm you up," Harry promised with a lecherous grin. He didn't give Draco any time to argue; Harry lined himself up and thrust.
"Ouch!" cried Draco. "Take it easy!"
Harry stopped, knowing there would be hell to pay if he didn't give Draco time to adjust.
"Do you plan to move any time tonight?"
Harry bit back an automatic retort and thrust in deeper.
"Not so hard!"
Harry gritted his teeth and forced himself to thrust more slowly.
"Is your penis broken?"
Harry briefly considered throttling his obnoxious boyfriend, but he was too intent on shagging him. He increased the pace of his thrusts, while keeping his strokes smooth and measured.
"Mm, yeah," sighed Draco, lifting up as best he could.
Harry nearly sighed in relief; he'd managed to appease the beast.
"To the left, Harry...no, your other left, you imbecile!"
Harry pulled out, changed his angle, and thrust in again.
Draco's eyes rolled back. "Oh god, yes, that's the spot...more, more...faster, faster...harder, harder...not so hard!"
Harry couldn't slow now if his life depended on it. He continued banging away, but he made damned sure he was hammering Draco's sweet spot. Draco ceased his complaining in favor of moaning. In moments, he was squealing and spurting between them. Harry was free to seek his own pleasure, and he did so with joyful abandon. Soon, he was the one coming and crying out.
"You're smothering me," Draco muttered.
"Now you know how I feel."
"What was that?"
"I said, I love how you feel," Harry chirped. "And, the blanket is wrapped around me so tightly, I don't think I can move. Sorry."
"You're making that up because don't want to move, aren't you?"
Harry settled his weight more firmly atop Draco and confessed. "Yeah."
Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 15