Cock and Bull 14
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Title: Cock and Bull 14
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 1155
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 ldydark1, who requested more of Cock and Bull
Summary: Sheep-keeping has its rewards.
With Frankie's help, Harry and Draco got the last of Mrs Gilgenberry's sheep loaded in her stock trailer. It had taken their neighbor three trips to retrieve all of her misplaced herd. Harry slammed the heavy door of the trailer shut, and Mrs Gilgenberry locked it.
"That's all of them, then," she said, dusting her hands on her worn jeans. "Thank you fer holding 'em in your barn overnight, Potter," Mrs Gilgenberry added. "I didn't fancy comin' out in the middle of the night to fetch 'em."
"It was no trouble, Mrs Gilgenberry," Harry assured her. "Frankie made short work of herding them into the barn, and they didn't cause any damage." In truth, keeping the sheep overnight had been a huge bother, but Harry's neighbor was an older woman whose husband was virtually housebound, and he hadn't wanted her to come out in the dead of night any more than she wanted to.
"I brung ya somethin'," said Mrs Gilgenberry, heading back to the cab of her Land Rover.
Harry saw Draco perk up even as he tried to wave off Mrs Gilgenberry's effusive thanks. "That's not necessary, ma'am."
Mrs Gilgenberry ignored him, rummaged about in her Land Rover, and came up with a paper sack. "It ain't much," she said. "Just a loaf of my homemade bread and a jar of my honey. I keep bees," she added, puffing up with pride.
"That's fantastic," said Harry, and he meant it. He handed the sack to Draco, then reached down to pat Frankie's head.
Mrs Gilgenberry looked down at Harry's dog. "I could use a dog like that," she mused. "You lookin' to sell him?"
"I'm afraid she's not for sale," Harry replied. "However, I'm friends with the breeder. If you're serious about getting a shepherd, I can ask if he has any pups available."
"I'd like that, yeah," said Mrs Gilgenberry. "Mind, I can't afford to spend too much."
Harry nodded. "Perhaps he'll have one in your budget."
Mrs Gilgenberry climbed stiffly into the cab of her Land Rover, waved, and drove off with the sheep bleating in the trailer. Harry patted and praised Frankie once more before heading to the house. He found Draco in the kitchen, stuffing a thick slab of bread, dripping with honey, into his gob.
"Oy," cried Harry. "Did you save any for me, you glutton?"
Draco settled for nodding and gesturing towards the counter. There, Harry found that half of the loaf of crusty bread was sliced and waiting, along with a jar of golden honey. There were chores around the farm to do yet, but the bread and honey beckoned him. Harry decided the work could wait for a few minutes more. He buttered a slice of bread, smeared a generous dollop of honey across it, then took a seat at the table, across from Draco.
Harry bit into the bread and moaned as the sweet taste burst over his tongue. "Ambrosia," he declared.
Draco nodded and stood up to help himself to another serving.
"Get me a glass of milk, will you?" asked Harry, taking another bite of bread.
Draco responded with an exasperated huff, but he got the milk from the fridge and poured two glasses. He returned to the table with the glasses and another slice of bread and honey for himself.
Harry took a gulp of cold milk, sighed in pleasure, then ate the rest of his bread. He finished his milk more slowly, eyes on Draco as he enjoyed their unexpected treat. Draco's lashes were fluttering, and he kept making tiny, pleased noises that put Harry in mind of sex. Harry cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably on his wooden chair.
Draco finished his second slice of bread and drank the rest of his milk. He then cast a covetous look at the counter, where the remainder of the bread and honey were.
"No more," Harry said sternly. "We have work to do. Besides, I can think of something else I'd rather do with that honey."
~*~
Harry lay in bed, hands fisted in the sheets and teeth gritted against the exquisite pleasure that Draco was bestowing on him. Harry had fantasized all day about drizzling honey over Draco's naked body and licking it off, but Draco had gotten the drop on him. Harry's cock had been liberally coated with sticky-sweet honey, and now Draco was industriously cleaning it off...with his tongue. He was wickedly talented with that tongue.
Harry groaned and twisted his hips as he tried not to thrust up and gag his lover. "I'm close," he gasped when he felt his balls tighten. Draco hummed, and Harry was done. "Ungh!" he shouted wordlessly as he climaxed.
Draco didn't pause in his ministrations until Harry was soft and bordering on too sensitive. He sat up and licked his lips, then eyed the jar of honey on Harry's bedside table.
Harry guessed at the direction of Draco's thoughts. "We are not using honey for lube," he slurred.
Draco smirked at him, but he opted for the regular lubricant. He poured some in his palm and stroked it up and down his cock, all while leering at Harry.
Harry quivered, and his spent cock twitched again. Draco didn't normally seize control like this, and it was flattering to see how much Draco wanted him. Harry didn't complain when Draco moved to cover him with his body. He spread his legs wider and pulled his knees up as Draco's hips settled between his thighs. Harry groaned again when Draco penetrated him slowly.
"Alright there, Potter?"
"Mm, yeah."
Draco pushed in all the way, paused a moment, then drew back. He teased Harry's rim with the tip of his cock, then thrust in again. Within moments, Draco was banging away enthusiastically. Harry clutched his shoulders and hung on for the ride. He wasn't going to come again, but the sensation of being fucked by Draco was still pleasurable. Harry helped things along by lifting his hips into each stroke, which enabled Draco to penetrate him deeply.
It was hot, it was fantastic, and...it was over.
Draco grunted and pulsed inside of Harry. His weight came down, squashing Harry into the rumpled sheets. Harry sighed in satisfaction and stroked his hands up and down Draco's sweat-dampened back. Eventually, Draco pulled out and rolled onto his back.
Harry fumbled for his wand and waved a freshening charm over them both. He shivered as the chill air intruded on what had been a hot and lusty encounter. He sat up and began tugging the quilt up from the foot of the bed.
Draco rolled out of the bed and gathered his scattered clothing. "Did you enjoy that?" he teased.
Harry snuggled under the warm quilt and yawned. "Mmhm, I like it when it's sticky and sweet."
"That was terrible, Potter."
Harry's eyes closed, and a smile curved his lips. "G'night, Draco."
"Goodnight, Harry."
Cock and Bull 15