Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 22
Title: Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 22
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and snark
Word count: 805
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♣ Gift for groolover, who provided the beta work on my original "Cock and Bull" story for hd_smoochfest. No prompt was given, but I know she enjoys Bossy Blond Bottom
♣ hd_fluff Prompt No. 158 - blond with a wand
♣ hd_pots_n_porn June/July prompt of birthday cake/food
♣ slythindor100 Challenge No. 229 - Draco's birthday celebration
Summary: Draco becomes even more demanding on his birthday.
"Harry, don't forget that my birthday is tomorrow."
"How could I forget?" Harry asked with a smile. "You've been reminding me every day for a month."
"Pardon me?"
Harry hid a wince. "I said, and mine will be next month."
"That's all well and good," sniffed Draco, "but for now, the focus is on me."
"Of course, love."
"I want to go out for a nice dinner," said Draco. "By that, I mean I want us to dress up, go to an elegant restaurant, and eat ridiculously expensive food."
Harry managed not to grimace, but it took a supreme effort of will. "That sounds like fun," he chirped.
"And, I want birthday cake for dessert."
~*~
It had taken some serious wrangling on Harry's part, along with a hefty "tip", to get the restaurant to agree to make and serve a special birthday cake for Draco. Harry had no intention of disappointing his boyfriend. There was no telling what vengeance a vicious blond with a wand could wreak.
He dressed in an uncomfortable suit, knotted a noose...er, tie, around his neck, and proudly escorted Draco Malfoy, birthday boy, to Maison d'Antoinette in the wizarding side of London. A photographer from the Daily Prophet met them at the door and snapped several pictures before haring off.
"Erm, Draco? Did you alert the press we would be here?" Harry asked.
"Certainly not," scoffed Draco. "Only a complete commoner would do such a thing. No, I left it up to Pansy."
"Ah, okay," said Harry, feeling confused. He didn't bother to question his boyfriend, however. Draco seemed to be enjoying himself too much, and Harry was hoping to cultivate a reward later.
They were seated at one of the choicest tables in the restaurant and were soon indulging in the ridiculously expensive food that Draco had wanted. Harry was enjoying the fare, too, which is why he manfully refrained from swooning at the prices.
During the meal, they engaged in small talk, reminiscing about past birthday celebrations and parties. Finally, when they were done eating, Harry signaled to the maitre d', who immediately disappeared into the kitchen. In moments, with much pomp and fanfare, an exquisite cake was delivered to the table, with Happy Birthday Draco written on it in flowing script.
It must have met with Draco's approval, considering the brilliant smile he bestowed on Harry. Oh, yes, there would be some celebratory shagging tonight.
~*~
Harry all but tore off his suit and tie as soon as they returned home and went to their bedroom. How he hated formal wear. He took his time undressing Draco. When Harry lowered Draco's zip, his fingers brushed the intriguing bulge behind it.
Draco sucked in a breath then said, "I'm ready for my birthday shag now."
Harry grinned at him. "We're just getting started, love."
"Now, Harry."
Harry stifled his disappointment and quickly relieved Draco of the remainder of his clothing. They fell onto the bed together, groping, caressing, and snogging. Draco broke off kissing Harry to entreat him to get on with it.
Harry lubed up and clambered between Draco's eagerly spread thighs. "Say 'ah', birthday boy," he instructed as he thrust.
"Ooh!" Draco breathed.
"Close enough," Harry said with a chuckle.
"Move," ordered Draco, spurring Harry on with a heel to his arse.
Harry bit back a pained yelp and dutifully began to thrust.
"Faster."
Harry quickened his pace.
"Harder....ouch! Not that hard!"
Harry gritted his teeth and strove to achieve fast and hard, but not too hard. Draco subsided into pleased moans and panting cries, which Harry took to mean he was doing a cracking job of shagging his demanding boyfriend.
"Mmmore to the left, Harry..."
This time, Harry remembered that Draco's left meant his right, and he made the appropriate adjustment. Draco responded with a breathy squeal, and Harry grinned in fierce pride. Oh, yes, he was the king when it came to pleasuring Draco Malfoy, and Harry set about his task with vigorous enthusiasm.
"Yes, Harry, yes...oh, oh, oh...that's the spot...right there...oh, Harry YES!"
Harry groaned louder than Draco did during Draco's climax. He loved it when his boyfriend clamped down on his cock like that. Once Draco melted into a boneless heap on the bed, Harry was able to see to his own pleasure. In moments, he was bellowing Draco's name and emptying himself inside of Draco's twitching hole.
Harry slumped forward, taking care to keep his full weight off of Draco. He rested a moment while his cock softened and slipped free. Harry kissed Draco's lips and whispered, "Happy birthday, love," before moving to lie beside Draco.
"That was brilliant," Draco sighed.
Harry hummed in agreement.
"Thank you for treating me to a special celebration," said Draco.
"My pleasure," slurred Harry, his eyes growing heavy with sleep.
"Harry?"
"Hm?"
"I want to celebrate my birthday all month long."
Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 23
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and snark
Word count: 805
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♣ Gift for groolover, who provided the beta work on my original "Cock and Bull" story for hd_smoochfest. No prompt was given, but I know she enjoys Bossy Blond Bottom
♣ hd_fluff Prompt No. 158 - blond with a wand
♣ hd_pots_n_porn June/July prompt of birthday cake/food
♣ slythindor100 Challenge No. 229 - Draco's birthday celebration
Summary: Draco becomes even more demanding on his birthday.
"Harry, don't forget that my birthday is tomorrow."
"How could I forget?" Harry asked with a smile. "You've been reminding me every day for a month."
"Pardon me?"
Harry hid a wince. "I said, and mine will be next month."
"That's all well and good," sniffed Draco, "but for now, the focus is on me."
"Of course, love."
"I want to go out for a nice dinner," said Draco. "By that, I mean I want us to dress up, go to an elegant restaurant, and eat ridiculously expensive food."
Harry managed not to grimace, but it took a supreme effort of will. "That sounds like fun," he chirped.
"And, I want birthday cake for dessert."
~*~
It had taken some serious wrangling on Harry's part, along with a hefty "tip", to get the restaurant to agree to make and serve a special birthday cake for Draco. Harry had no intention of disappointing his boyfriend. There was no telling what vengeance a vicious blond with a wand could wreak.
He dressed in an uncomfortable suit, knotted a noose...er, tie, around his neck, and proudly escorted Draco Malfoy, birthday boy, to Maison d'Antoinette in the wizarding side of London. A photographer from the Daily Prophet met them at the door and snapped several pictures before haring off.
"Erm, Draco? Did you alert the press we would be here?" Harry asked.
"Certainly not," scoffed Draco. "Only a complete commoner would do such a thing. No, I left it up to Pansy."
"Ah, okay," said Harry, feeling confused. He didn't bother to question his boyfriend, however. Draco seemed to be enjoying himself too much, and Harry was hoping to cultivate a reward later.
They were seated at one of the choicest tables in the restaurant and were soon indulging in the ridiculously expensive food that Draco had wanted. Harry was enjoying the fare, too, which is why he manfully refrained from swooning at the prices.
During the meal, they engaged in small talk, reminiscing about past birthday celebrations and parties. Finally, when they were done eating, Harry signaled to the maitre d', who immediately disappeared into the kitchen. In moments, with much pomp and fanfare, an exquisite cake was delivered to the table, with Happy Birthday Draco written on it in flowing script.
It must have met with Draco's approval, considering the brilliant smile he bestowed on Harry. Oh, yes, there would be some celebratory shagging tonight.
~*~
Harry all but tore off his suit and tie as soon as they returned home and went to their bedroom. How he hated formal wear. He took his time undressing Draco. When Harry lowered Draco's zip, his fingers brushed the intriguing bulge behind it.
Draco sucked in a breath then said, "I'm ready for my birthday shag now."
Harry grinned at him. "We're just getting started, love."
"Now, Harry."
Harry stifled his disappointment and quickly relieved Draco of the remainder of his clothing. They fell onto the bed together, groping, caressing, and snogging. Draco broke off kissing Harry to entreat him to get on with it.
Harry lubed up and clambered between Draco's eagerly spread thighs. "Say 'ah', birthday boy," he instructed as he thrust.
"Ooh!" Draco breathed.
"Close enough," Harry said with a chuckle.
"Move," ordered Draco, spurring Harry on with a heel to his arse.
Harry bit back a pained yelp and dutifully began to thrust.
"Faster."
Harry quickened his pace.
"Harder....ouch! Not that hard!"
Harry gritted his teeth and strove to achieve fast and hard, but not too hard. Draco subsided into pleased moans and panting cries, which Harry took to mean he was doing a cracking job of shagging his demanding boyfriend.
"Mmmore to the left, Harry..."
This time, Harry remembered that Draco's left meant his right, and he made the appropriate adjustment. Draco responded with a breathy squeal, and Harry grinned in fierce pride. Oh, yes, he was the king when it came to pleasuring Draco Malfoy, and Harry set about his task with vigorous enthusiasm.
"Yes, Harry, yes...oh, oh, oh...that's the spot...right there...oh, Harry YES!"
Harry groaned louder than Draco did during Draco's climax. He loved it when his boyfriend clamped down on his cock like that. Once Draco melted into a boneless heap on the bed, Harry was able to see to his own pleasure. In moments, he was bellowing Draco's name and emptying himself inside of Draco's twitching hole.
Harry slumped forward, taking care to keep his full weight off of Draco. He rested a moment while his cock softened and slipped free. Harry kissed Draco's lips and whispered, "Happy birthday, love," before moving to lie beside Draco.
"That was brilliant," Draco sighed.
Harry hummed in agreement.
"Thank you for treating me to a special celebration," said Draco.
"My pleasure," slurred Harry, his eyes growing heavy with sleep.
"Harry?"
"Hm?"
"I want to celebrate my birthday all month long."
Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 23