Personal Pool Boy
Title: Personal Pool Boy Follows Pool Boy Toy
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 665
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 sassy_cissa, with the prompts disappointed, holiday
♣ slythindor100 Challenge No. 241 - holiday/vacation
Summary: Who needs Greece?
Draco lay at ease on a chaise lounge by the pool, sipping an Ouzotini while ogling the pool boy. There was nothing like a holiday in Greece to take one's mind off of one's troubles.
Draco nearly choked on his drink when the pool boy bent over to pluck a leaf out of the pool. He had a fine arse, and his skimpy Speedo clung to it like Draco wished he was doing. He could clearly see the enticing cleft of the pool boy's arse, and Draco's cock gave a happy little wiggle. The pool boy stood up straight and turned slightly, revealing the bulge at the front of his Speedo.
Draco's glass listed in his hand, spilling across his thigh. He set the glass down on the table beside him before he accidentally dropped it. Draco then turned to ogling the pool boy in earnest. He was a wank fantasy come to life. The bloke had dark hair, sun-bronzed skin, broad shoulders, slim hips, and sturdy thighs. Draco wanted to climb him like a tree and do unspeakable things to him.
The pool boy turned his head and smiled at Draco, causing his cock to surge to full hardness in his swim trunks. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, and the pool boy's expression shifted from friendly to predatory in an instant. Draco's mouth went dry, and he wished he still had his drink in hand.
The pool boy let the tool he'd been skimming the water with fall to the side with a clatter, and he sauntered up to where Draco was reclining on his lounger. He halted with his package at eye level, and Draco couldn't help but eye it.
"May I get you anything, Mr Malfoy?" asked the pool boy. "A fresh drink, perhaps? Something cool and fruity?"
Draco couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from the bloke's groin. His cock was straining at the front of his Speedo, which seemed barely able to contain it. Draco gulped.
"Or..." mused the pool boy, "perhaps you'd like something...hot and sweaty?"
Draco blinked and raised his eyes. "I'm...ahem...I'm a married man."
The pool boy leaned over, bracing his hands on the arms of Draco's chaise. Draco could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and he gulped again.
"It will be our little secret," murmured the pool boy.
"My husband is the possessive sort."
The pool boy leaned in closer, invading Draco's personal space. "I'm not afraid of him."
A delicious shiver slid up Draco's spine. His body positively ached for this man. He reached up and drew the tip of one finger from the pool boy's sternum down to the edge of his Speedo. The pool boy sucked in a breath, and Draco grew bold. He hooked his finger in the waistband of the almost non-existent garment and dragged it down.
The pool boy's cock sprang free, engorged and ready for action. He groaned, hips canting forward as if already thrusting.
"Is this for me?" Draco practically purred, stroking the length of the pool boy's erection with his finger.
"It's all for you," the pool boy replied in a throaty voice. "Lose the trunks and spread those legs."
Draco wasn't sure he'd be able to move again. Not only had he been treated to one of the more brilliant dickings of his life, but the chaise had collapsed beneath him in the midst of it. At the moment, he didn't care.
Beside him, Harry lay on the sun-warmed patio and laughed. "You know the sex was good when you break the furniture."
"I think you broke my back."
"But, was it worth it?"
Draco grinned. "Yeah."
"Are you still disappointed we couldn't go to Greece for real?" asked Harry. The two of them had conspired to create their own Greek holiday at home, which included Draco's pool boy fantasy.
Draco stretched and winced and smirked. "Who needs Greece when I have my own personal pool boy right here?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 665
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 sassy_cissa, with the prompts disappointed, holiday
♣ slythindor100 Challenge No. 241 - holiday/vacation
Summary: Who needs Greece?
Draco lay at ease on a chaise lounge by the pool, sipping an Ouzotini while ogling the pool boy. There was nothing like a holiday in Greece to take one's mind off of one's troubles.
Draco nearly choked on his drink when the pool boy bent over to pluck a leaf out of the pool. He had a fine arse, and his skimpy Speedo clung to it like Draco wished he was doing. He could clearly see the enticing cleft of the pool boy's arse, and Draco's cock gave a happy little wiggle. The pool boy stood up straight and turned slightly, revealing the bulge at the front of his Speedo.
Draco's glass listed in his hand, spilling across his thigh. He set the glass down on the table beside him before he accidentally dropped it. Draco then turned to ogling the pool boy in earnest. He was a wank fantasy come to life. The bloke had dark hair, sun-bronzed skin, broad shoulders, slim hips, and sturdy thighs. Draco wanted to climb him like a tree and do unspeakable things to him.
The pool boy turned his head and smiled at Draco, causing his cock to surge to full hardness in his swim trunks. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, and the pool boy's expression shifted from friendly to predatory in an instant. Draco's mouth went dry, and he wished he still had his drink in hand.
The pool boy let the tool he'd been skimming the water with fall to the side with a clatter, and he sauntered up to where Draco was reclining on his lounger. He halted with his package at eye level, and Draco couldn't help but eye it.
"May I get you anything, Mr Malfoy?" asked the pool boy. "A fresh drink, perhaps? Something cool and fruity?"
Draco couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from the bloke's groin. His cock was straining at the front of his Speedo, which seemed barely able to contain it. Draco gulped.
"Or..." mused the pool boy, "perhaps you'd like something...hot and sweaty?"
Draco blinked and raised his eyes. "I'm...ahem...I'm a married man."
The pool boy leaned over, bracing his hands on the arms of Draco's chaise. Draco could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and he gulped again.
"It will be our little secret," murmured the pool boy.
"My husband is the possessive sort."
The pool boy leaned in closer, invading Draco's personal space. "I'm not afraid of him."
A delicious shiver slid up Draco's spine. His body positively ached for this man. He reached up and drew the tip of one finger from the pool boy's sternum down to the edge of his Speedo. The pool boy sucked in a breath, and Draco grew bold. He hooked his finger in the waistband of the almost non-existent garment and dragged it down.
The pool boy's cock sprang free, engorged and ready for action. He groaned, hips canting forward as if already thrusting.
"Is this for me?" Draco practically purred, stroking the length of the pool boy's erection with his finger.
"It's all for you," the pool boy replied in a throaty voice. "Lose the trunks and spread those legs."
Draco wasn't sure he'd be able to move again. Not only had he been treated to one of the more brilliant dickings of his life, but the chaise had collapsed beneath him in the midst of it. At the moment, he didn't care.
Beside him, Harry lay on the sun-warmed patio and laughed. "You know the sex was good when you break the furniture."
"I think you broke my back."
"But, was it worth it?"
Draco grinned. "Yeah."
"Are you still disappointed we couldn't go to Greece for real?" asked Harry. The two of them had conspired to create their own Greek holiday at home, which included Draco's pool boy fantasy.
Draco stretched and winced and smirked. "Who needs Greece when I have my own personal pool boy right here?"