Birthday!gift: Shameless as a Cat (Phone!sex arc 14)
Title: Shameless as a Cat (Phone!sex arc 14)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit, dirty talk (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age.)
Word count: 450
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for phoenixsong71 who asked for an update to the Phone!sex arc.
Summary: Harry gets an obscene phone call at work.
The phone on his desk rang, and Harry reached for it absently. "Harry Potter," he said curtly.
"I miss you, lover."
Harry grinned and sat back in his chair. "Do you now?" he teased. "I've only been gone five hours, baby."
"Five hours too long."
"Are you feeling somewhat needy, my love?" Harry purred into the phone, cursing the fact that Draco had the day off while he was stuck at the office.
"I'm so hard and aching right now."
Harry's hand tightened on the phone. "Unfortunately, I can't come home and see to your needs," he rumbled.
"Talk to me."
Harry picked up his wand and fired a locking charm at his door. "Are you naked for me?" he asked.
"I'm wearing my bath robe."
"Lie down on our bed and untie your robe," Harry instructed. "Close your eyes, pinch your nipples, and pretend that it's my fingers doing that to you."
"Love it...love it when you pinch my nipples."
"When I get home tonight, I'm going to suck on your little pink nipples. You like it when I do that, don't you, baby?"
"Yes, fuck yes."
"Are your nipples standing to attention now, like stiff little cocks?" Harry demanded.
"Ye-es..."
"Push your robe aside and run your hands down your abdomen," Harry ordered.
"Mmm, feels good."
"Your stomach does feel good, baby," murmured Harry. "I could caress it all day."
"I'd like that."
"I reckon you would," laughed Harry. "You're as shameless as a cat when it comes to wanting to be petted." Draco made a purring noise in his throat, and Harry had to press a hand against his erection as a result. "Is your cock ready for some attention, baby?" he asked, voice rough with desire.
"Always."
"Wrap your hand around it and remember that it's me touching your cock," instructed Harry. Judging by the swift intake of breath on the other end of the line, Draco had done as ordered. "Now handle yourself like I do to you. How do I handle your cock, baby?"
"Rough--you're rough with it."
"You love it, don't you, baby?"
"Yes, god yes."
"Are you working it?"
"Ye-essss..."
"Stroke yourself and know that as soon as I get home, I'm going to suck that pretty cock of yours."
"Oh fuck, Harry..."
"Are you ready to come, baby? Are you going to let me hear you when you-"
"HARRY! FU-UCK!"
Harry waited until Draco's breath was no longer puffing over the phone. "Was it good for you?" he asked smugly.
"You know it was, you prat. What about you?"
Harry squeezed his still-hard cock through his trousers. "I'll wait until I get home," he rasped. "Be spread and ready for me, baby."
Romantic and Gryffindorish
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit, dirty talk (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age.)
Word count: 450
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for phoenixsong71 who asked for an update to the Phone!sex arc.
Summary: Harry gets an obscene phone call at work.
The phone on his desk rang, and Harry reached for it absently. "Harry Potter," he said curtly.
"I miss you, lover."
Harry grinned and sat back in his chair. "Do you now?" he teased. "I've only been gone five hours, baby."
"Five hours too long."
"Are you feeling somewhat needy, my love?" Harry purred into the phone, cursing the fact that Draco had the day off while he was stuck at the office.
"I'm so hard and aching right now."
Harry's hand tightened on the phone. "Unfortunately, I can't come home and see to your needs," he rumbled.
"Talk to me."
Harry picked up his wand and fired a locking charm at his door. "Are you naked for me?" he asked.
"I'm wearing my bath robe."
"Lie down on our bed and untie your robe," Harry instructed. "Close your eyes, pinch your nipples, and pretend that it's my fingers doing that to you."
"Love it...love it when you pinch my nipples."
"When I get home tonight, I'm going to suck on your little pink nipples. You like it when I do that, don't you, baby?"
"Yes, fuck yes."
"Are your nipples standing to attention now, like stiff little cocks?" Harry demanded.
"Ye-es..."
"Push your robe aside and run your hands down your abdomen," Harry ordered.
"Mmm, feels good."
"Your stomach does feel good, baby," murmured Harry. "I could caress it all day."
"I'd like that."
"I reckon you would," laughed Harry. "You're as shameless as a cat when it comes to wanting to be petted." Draco made a purring noise in his throat, and Harry had to press a hand against his erection as a result. "Is your cock ready for some attention, baby?" he asked, voice rough with desire.
"Always."
"Wrap your hand around it and remember that it's me touching your cock," instructed Harry. Judging by the swift intake of breath on the other end of the line, Draco had done as ordered. "Now handle yourself like I do to you. How do I handle your cock, baby?"
"Rough--you're rough with it."
"You love it, don't you, baby?"
"Yes, god yes."
"Are you working it?"
"Ye-essss..."
"Stroke yourself and know that as soon as I get home, I'm going to suck that pretty cock of yours."
"Oh fuck, Harry..."
"Are you ready to come, baby? Are you going to let me hear you when you-"
"HARRY! FU-UCK!"
Harry waited until Draco's breath was no longer puffing over the phone. "Was it good for you?" he asked smugly.
"You know it was, you prat. What about you?"
Harry squeezed his still-hard cock through his trousers. "I'll wait until I get home," he rasped. "Be spread and ready for me, baby."
Romantic and Gryffindorish