Challenge #42: Spring
Title: The Lion Springs Tonight
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 381
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for Challenge #42 at slythindor100. The prompt was Spring, to be used in any way we saw fit.
Summary: Harry has had enough of Draco's teasing.
Harry was angry at him, and Draco knew it. Harry hadn't been too keen on the idea of him attending Vincent Crabbe's stag party, but Draco had wanted to spend some time with his former housemates. He had promised Harry he would behave, that he wouldn't drink too much, and that he'd be home by midnight. Yet here it was, nearly 2:00am, and he had come home slightly tipsy with a lovely hickey on his neck, courtesy of the stripper Zabini had hired. Protesting that he had a boyfriend hadn't put the woman off, and she had pressed her licentious attentions on Draco and subjected him to a lap dance.
Now Draco was home, and he wanted his usual bedtime shag, but his surly boyfriend was lying in bed with his back to Draco, giving him the cold shoulder. He was trying to coax Harry out of his bad mood, a task made more difficult by the fact that any time Draco got even the least bit inebriated, he tended to act foolish and giggle a lot. Currently, he was playing a childhood game, albeit with his own twist, in an effort to gain Harry's attention.
"What time is it, Mr Lion?" Draco asked in a singsong voice, running his fingers lightly up and down Harry's arm. "Time to shag your boyfriend," he answered himself gruffly. He heard Harry snort angrily, but he was undeterred.
"What time is it, Mr Lion?" Draco reached out and stroked Harry's hip. "Time to shag your boyfriend!" There was no reaction from the Harry-lump next to him. Draco leaned closer and tried again. "What time is it, Mr Lion?" he breathed on the back of Harry's neck, garnering a shiver from him. This time, his hand wandered boldly to his lover's groin, but before he could say anything further, Harry exploded into movement.
"It's time for Mr Lion to shut his annoying prat of a boyfriend up," growled Harry, springing on Draco. He snogged the blond breathless before his lips and teeth moved lower, giving Draco a matching hickey on the other side of his neck. Harry then proceeded to give Draco his shagging...but Draco never shut up the entire time.
Cross-posted to slythindor100
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 381
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for Challenge #42 at slythindor100. The prompt was Spring, to be used in any way we saw fit.
Summary: Harry has had enough of Draco's teasing.
Harry was angry at him, and Draco knew it. Harry hadn't been too keen on the idea of him attending Vincent Crabbe's stag party, but Draco had wanted to spend some time with his former housemates. He had promised Harry he would behave, that he wouldn't drink too much, and that he'd be home by midnight. Yet here it was, nearly 2:00am, and he had come home slightly tipsy with a lovely hickey on his neck, courtesy of the stripper Zabini had hired. Protesting that he had a boyfriend hadn't put the woman off, and she had pressed her licentious attentions on Draco and subjected him to a lap dance.
Now Draco was home, and he wanted his usual bedtime shag, but his surly boyfriend was lying in bed with his back to Draco, giving him the cold shoulder. He was trying to coax Harry out of his bad mood, a task made more difficult by the fact that any time Draco got even the least bit inebriated, he tended to act foolish and giggle a lot. Currently, he was playing a childhood game, albeit with his own twist, in an effort to gain Harry's attention.
"What time is it, Mr Lion?" Draco asked in a singsong voice, running his fingers lightly up and down Harry's arm. "Time to shag your boyfriend," he answered himself gruffly. He heard Harry snort angrily, but he was undeterred.
"What time is it, Mr Lion?" Draco reached out and stroked Harry's hip. "Time to shag your boyfriend!" There was no reaction from the Harry-lump next to him. Draco leaned closer and tried again. "What time is it, Mr Lion?" he breathed on the back of Harry's neck, garnering a shiver from him. This time, his hand wandered boldly to his lover's groin, but before he could say anything further, Harry exploded into movement.
"It's time for Mr Lion to shut his annoying prat of a boyfriend up," growled Harry, springing on Draco. He snogged the blond breathless before his lips and teeth moved lower, giving Draco a matching hickey on the other side of his neck. Harry then proceeded to give Draco his shagging...but Draco never shut up the entire time.
Cross-posted to slythindor100