Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 26
Title: Harry's Bossy Blond Bitch of a Bottom Boyfriend 26
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, snark
Word count: 730 (365 x 2)
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 an update to Bossy Blond Bottom
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 360 - argument, blatant
Summary: A jealous boyfriend is a randy one.
"Must you be so blatant about it?"
Harry blinked and turned his head to look at his boyfriend--his scowling, visibly irate boyfriend. They had stopped for lunch at a charming little bistro in Diagon Alley, which was a welcome respite from shopping, as far as Harry was concerned. So far, he'd dutifully paid for his boyfriend's purchases and carried Draco's bags. Harry had no idea why he was getting the evil eye.
"Sorry?"
"I noticed you checking out that other bloke," snapped Draco. "You weren't even trying to be subtle." His gray eyes were flinty with anger, and his color was high.
Harry's mouth fell open and worked a few times before he managed to sputter, "I wasn't checking him out! I was wondering where he got that Wyrd Sisters shirt he was wearing!" Harry was being honest; he couldn't even say if the bloke had been blond, brunet, or ginger. It was his band shirt that had drawn Harry's attention.
Draco narrowed his eyes, but Harry met his stare head-on. Finally, Draco huffed out a breath. "Very well, Harry," he said. "That's just stupid enough to be plausible."
"Er...thanks?" Harry's shoulders sagged with relief, even as he recognized a slight when he heard it. He wasn't about to prod his volatile boyfriend's even more volatile temper if he could help it.
"Finish your lunch so we can go home," Draco said with an imperious sniff. He'd already eaten his poached salmon and was nursing a glass of wine.
"I thought you wanted to spend the entire day shopping?" Harry could have Crucio'd himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He should be celebrating that Draco wanted to cut this spending spree short.
"I am feeling the need to mark my territory," drawled Draco. He drank the last of his wine and licked his lips while holding Harry's gaze.
Harry gulped and pushed his plate aside. "Let's go home now."
"Aren't you still hungry, Harry?" Draco asked with a sly smile.
"I'm hungry for you," Harry replied, body already reacting in anticipation of a shag.
Draco smirked. "Naturally," he said. "If you're finished, settle the bill so we can go."
Harry was surprised they made it to their bed, considering how they'd been pawing and groping one another as soon as they stumbled from their Floo. Items of clothing had been left in their wake and they were naked as they fell across the bed. Harry tried to roll Draco under him, but his bossy boyfriend was in an assertive mood.
Draco stayed Harry with a hand and said, "Lie back. I want to ride you."
Harry did as he was told. Sex was enjoyable in any position. Draco used his wand for the necessary preparations, then straddled Harry and mounted up.
Harry groaned and arched up.
"Be still!" squawked Draco. "Give me a minute."
Sweat popping out on his brow, Harry subsided. He resolved to lie here and take it like a good boyfriend. Once Draco got his jollies, it would be Harry's turn.
Draco began moving, slowly at first before increasing the tempo. He was soon bouncing up and down, bare arse slapping against Harry's naked thighs each time he came in for a landing. Harry clenched his hands in the duvet to keep from taking control of this shag.
"Touch me...you selfish prat," snarled Draco. "Must I do all the work?"
Harry groped for Draco's erect cock and did his best to stroke Draco in time with his movements. He must have done it correctly, because Draco stiffened above him before shooting his load all over Harry's hand, belly, and chest.
When Draco slumped forward and didn't seem inclined to finish what he'd started, Harry took over. He rolled his pliant boyfriend beneath him and began pounding into Draco in search of his own pleasure.
"Ow, ouch, not so hard, you brute!"
Harry tried to rein in his enthusiasm, but he was too far gone in lust. He continued banging away, and not even a bony knee in the ribs could dissuade him. Harry's balls drew up, he thrust in twice more, then groaned through his release.
Harry collapsed on top of Draco, suffering a clout to the back of his head. He didn't care; he was too blissed out from his climax. Who knew an argument could lead to such joy?
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, snark
Word count: 730 (365 x 2)
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 an update to Bossy Blond Bottom
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 360 - argument, blatant
Summary: A jealous boyfriend is a randy one.
"Must you be so blatant about it?"
Harry blinked and turned his head to look at his boyfriend--his scowling, visibly irate boyfriend. They had stopped for lunch at a charming little bistro in Diagon Alley, which was a welcome respite from shopping, as far as Harry was concerned. So far, he'd dutifully paid for his boyfriend's purchases and carried Draco's bags. Harry had no idea why he was getting the evil eye.
"Sorry?"
"I noticed you checking out that other bloke," snapped Draco. "You weren't even trying to be subtle." His gray eyes were flinty with anger, and his color was high.
Harry's mouth fell open and worked a few times before he managed to sputter, "I wasn't checking him out! I was wondering where he got that Wyrd Sisters shirt he was wearing!" Harry was being honest; he couldn't even say if the bloke had been blond, brunet, or ginger. It was his band shirt that had drawn Harry's attention.
Draco narrowed his eyes, but Harry met his stare head-on. Finally, Draco huffed out a breath. "Very well, Harry," he said. "That's just stupid enough to be plausible."
"Er...thanks?" Harry's shoulders sagged with relief, even as he recognized a slight when he heard it. He wasn't about to prod his volatile boyfriend's even more volatile temper if he could help it.
"Finish your lunch so we can go home," Draco said with an imperious sniff. He'd already eaten his poached salmon and was nursing a glass of wine.
"I thought you wanted to spend the entire day shopping?" Harry could have Crucio'd himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He should be celebrating that Draco wanted to cut this spending spree short.
"I am feeling the need to mark my territory," drawled Draco. He drank the last of his wine and licked his lips while holding Harry's gaze.
Harry gulped and pushed his plate aside. "Let's go home now."
"Aren't you still hungry, Harry?" Draco asked with a sly smile.
"I'm hungry for you," Harry replied, body already reacting in anticipation of a shag.
Draco smirked. "Naturally," he said. "If you're finished, settle the bill so we can go."
Harry was surprised they made it to their bed, considering how they'd been pawing and groping one another as soon as they stumbled from their Floo. Items of clothing had been left in their wake and they were naked as they fell across the bed. Harry tried to roll Draco under him, but his bossy boyfriend was in an assertive mood.
Draco stayed Harry with a hand and said, "Lie back. I want to ride you."
Harry did as he was told. Sex was enjoyable in any position. Draco used his wand for the necessary preparations, then straddled Harry and mounted up.
Harry groaned and arched up.
"Be still!" squawked Draco. "Give me a minute."
Sweat popping out on his brow, Harry subsided. He resolved to lie here and take it like a good boyfriend. Once Draco got his jollies, it would be Harry's turn.
Draco began moving, slowly at first before increasing the tempo. He was soon bouncing up and down, bare arse slapping against Harry's naked thighs each time he came in for a landing. Harry clenched his hands in the duvet to keep from taking control of this shag.
"Touch me...you selfish prat," snarled Draco. "Must I do all the work?"
Harry groped for Draco's erect cock and did his best to stroke Draco in time with his movements. He must have done it correctly, because Draco stiffened above him before shooting his load all over Harry's hand, belly, and chest.
When Draco slumped forward and didn't seem inclined to finish what he'd started, Harry took over. He rolled his pliant boyfriend beneath him and began pounding into Draco in search of his own pleasure.
"Ow, ouch, not so hard, you brute!"
Harry tried to rein in his enthusiasm, but he was too far gone in lust. He continued banging away, and not even a bony knee in the ribs could dissuade him. Harry's balls drew up, he thrust in twice more, then groaned through his release.
Harry collapsed on top of Draco, suffering a clout to the back of his head. He didn't care; he was too blissed out from his climax. Who knew an argument could lead to such joy?