Dragon Brew 86
Title: Dragon Brew 86
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: dove_drabbles Prompt No. 135 - Create your own adventure today
Summary: Malfoy claims home field advantage.
Harry stared into the drawer that Malfoy had opened. "Bloody hell," he breathed as he beheld the dizzying assortment of toys. "This is like one of those 'Create your own adventure today' games."
"If you are feeling overwhelmed, we can stick to vanilla sex," Malfoy said with a sniff.
"Not a chance," Harry shot back. "I'm the adventurous sort, and I like knowing you are as well."
"Then choose something, or this game will be over before it starts."
Malfoy made a good point. Harry selected something rather tame; something that would prolong the game in a manner most delicious. "Oy!" he cried when Malfoy snatched the cock ring from his hand.
"Face down and arse up, Potter."
"I was going to wear that to shag you," Harry protested, even as he assumed the position.
"Home team gets to tee off first," said Malfoy, "or whatever the Muggle term is."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: dove_drabbles Prompt No. 135 - Create your own adventure today
Summary: Malfoy claims home field advantage.
Harry stared into the drawer that Malfoy had opened. "Bloody hell," he breathed as he beheld the dizzying assortment of toys. "This is like one of those 'Create your own adventure today' games."
"If you are feeling overwhelmed, we can stick to vanilla sex," Malfoy said with a sniff.
"Not a chance," Harry shot back. "I'm the adventurous sort, and I like knowing you are as well."
"Then choose something, or this game will be over before it starts."
Malfoy made a good point. Harry selected something rather tame; something that would prolong the game in a manner most delicious. "Oy!" he cried when Malfoy snatched the cock ring from his hand.
"Face down and arse up, Potter."
"I was going to wear that to shag you," Harry protested, even as he assumed the position.
"Home team gets to tee off first," said Malfoy, "or whatever the Muggle term is."