Draco is Coming
Title: Draco is Coming
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, cross-dressing, role play
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 650
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 sw33tch3rrypi3, with the prompts sugar, silver, jasmine
Summary: When Draco is busy, Harry and Fifi will play.
Harry woke up and reached for Draco. The other side of the bed was empty. Worse, it was cold. Harry groaned and sat up, fumbling for his glasses. Yes, he was most definitely alone in bed. He slumped back against the pillows, trying to decide if he should just sulk here or take a shower while he sulked.
The bedroom door opened, and Harry's maid bustled in with a breakfast tray.
"Here you are, M'sieur. Breakfast in bed!"
Harry sat up, instantly cheered.
Fifi set the tray across his lap and began lifting the lids of various silver dishes. "We 'ave eggs, porridge, toast, jasmine tea, milk, sugar, and honey."
"Jasmine tea?" Harry inquired, giving it a cautious sniff.
"It is Draco's new favorite," said Fifi.
"Where is Draco this morning?" asked Harry, grinning up at his maid.
"He is in the kitchen, drinking his jasmine tea and reading the gossip in the paper."
Harry was instantly in the mood for some naughty fun. "As long as Draco is momentarily distracted," he said, "why don't you and I have a bit of fun?"
"Are you mad, M'sieur?" gasped Fifi. "Draco, he is the jealous type. Besides, I promised him a hand job. Enjoy your breakfast, M'sieur."
Fifi pivoted on one high heel and sashayed towards the door.
"Colloportus!" cried Harry, causing the door to slam shut and lock.
Fifi whirled back around. "Open zis door, M'sieur. I 'ave work to do."
"Your job is to make my life easier, and my life is very hard at the moment," Harry announced. To prove his point, he set the tray aside and flung the duvet back. "See?" he said, indicating his erect cock.
Fifi's eyes narrowed. "I will send Draco in. He seems to enjoy seeing to your beastly needs."
"He's busy right now," Harry blurted.
"As am I, M'sieur."
"Fifi, flip up that skirt and ride my cock, and that's an order!"
Fifi stormed back to the bed, muttering something that sounded like 'Bête'. Harry really needed to ask Draco what that word meant, since Fifi refused to tell him.
The maid set the tray on Harry's side table, took a gulp of jasmine tea, then clambered onto the bed. Fifi straddled Harry's thighs, inched up the hem of the indecently short skirt, shimmied into position, grasped Harry's cock, and paused.
"Zis is not such a good idea, M'sieur. If Draco walks in on us, the blame is all yours."
The thought of it nearly made Harry come, and he wasn't even snugged up inside of his maid yet. "Just do it," he growled.
"It is your funeral, M'sieur," Fifi said with a shrug. The maid sank down, taking Harry's cock in deep.
"Oh, god," moaned Harry.
"Ze name is 'Fifi', M'sieur."
Harry was too lost in lust to argue. He reached for his maid, only to get his hands slapped away. "Ouch!" he hissed.
"Hands off, M'sieur," sassed Fifi. "Far be it from me to make you do any of ze work. Lazy bête."
"Wh-what?"
"Lay back and enjoy, M'sieur."
With that, Fifi began riding Harry in earnest. The maid bounced up and down with delighted, breathy squeals. Harry responded with delighted, lusty moans. The bed began to creak and groan with their enthusiastic motion.
Fifi stiffened and cried, "Draco is coming!"
"Oh god, Draco!" yelled Harry, coming in tandem with his boyfriend.
The room went silent, save for the occupants' harsh breathing.
Eventually, Harry cleared his throat. "So, when you said, 'Draco is coming', you meant..."
"I meant I was coming," Draco mumbled, his face still buried in Harry's neck. "As in, coming all over your belly, your chest, your--"
"Yes, fine, I get it," Harry grumbled. "It's all over you now, too."
Draco's nose crinkled. "You'll have to wash my uniform."
Harry snorted. "Fat chance. That's Fifi's job."
Draco nipped his shoulder and said, "Fifi has left the building, M'sieur."
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