Birthday!gift: Bird Watching
Title: Bird Watching
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 795
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for dysonrules, working from her list of word-prompts. I used most of them.
Summary: Harry has a new hobby: bird-watching.
chalk, pillows, theatrics, professional consultation, geometrical, conscience money, buckles, self betrayal, chocolate milk, translucent, cookout, inquisitor general, blizzard, Chinese parasol, black eye, sunburst, abalone button, yellow-rumped warbler, sleight of hand, narcolepsy, twisted, gloves, patterned underwear, collars *whimper*, hoodies, unbuttoned shirts, buttons
Harry tumbled out of the Floo in his boyfriend's flat. "Draco?" he called.
"In here," came the muffled reply from the direction of the bedroom.
With a wicked grin and a throbbing cock, Harry made his way quickly down the hall and burst into Draco's room. And stumbled to a halt.
Draco had gone all out today. He was reclining against a mound of pillows and dressed in fetish wear. He had a black leather collar fastened securely about his throat, a leather harness, complete with studs and buckles, criss-crossing his torso, and fingerless, black leather gloves on his hands. Aside from that, Draco wore only a scandalously skimpy pair of black silk briefs that strained to encase his erection.
"Are you going to stand and stare all day, or are we going to shag?" he asked, voice low and husky.
Instead of wasting his breath answering, Harry began attacking his own clothing in an effort to get naked. He whipped his hoodie off over his head before trying to unbutton the shirt he wore beneath. Giving up, he simply yanked, sending buttons scattering across the geometrical pattern on the berber carpet. Leaving his unbuttoned shirt hanging open, Harry struggled with his jeans next, nearly doing himself an injury in his haste. He struggled free, leaving himself clad only in his ruined shirt and a pair of sunburst patterned underwear.
"Nice to see you dressed for the occasion," Draco drawled, palming the bulge at his groin.
"Bird watching," Harry muttered, crossing the room to climb onto Draco's bed.
"Bird watching?" Draco echoed, pausing in the act of fondling himself.
"S'what I had to tell Hermione," Harry murmured, stalking his prey. He shared a flat with his two best friends, and Hermione took it upon herself to keep tabs on Harry and Ron both. "She introduced me to bird watching a few weeks ago, so I told her I was going to try to catch a glimpse of the yellow-rumped warbler she saw up by Ottery St Catchpole two days ago."
"So we chalk this shag up to bird watching, yeah?" Draco snickered.
Harry nodded wordlessly and reached for his lover's briefs, yanking them away from Draco's body and allowing his cock to spring free. Harry swiped his thumb over the crown, spreading the translucent pre-come and causing Draco to twitch and moan. That was all the incentive Harry needed to growl and tug his boyfriend's underwear completely away, and he dove for the lube stashed on the side table. In moments, Draco was lubed and flipped over, where he rose to his knees and gripped the iron railings of his headboard. Harry moved into position behind Draco and lined his cock up, pushing it past the ring of muscle at Draco's entrance before plunging deeply inside. Harry then grasped the iron bars on either side of Draco's hands as he draped himself over his boyfriend's back and began to thrust.
It was sex, hot and rough and raw, and it was conducted with growls and snarls and bites and curses. The headboard banged repeatedly against the wall, threatening to bruise the knuckles of their hands, and Harry's thighs slapped repeatedly against Draco's arse as if he wished to bruise that pale flesh as well. Draco climaxed with a howl, throwing his head back to collide painfully with Harry's face. Harry swore but didn't miss a beat, pounding into Draco's tightly grasping heat again and again until he filled his lover with his release.
~*~
As Harry walked into the flat, Hermione paused with a glass of chocolate milk halfway to her lips. "How did you manage to get a black eye while bird watching?" she asked, tone faintly accusing.
Harry rolled his eyes at her inquisitor general routine. He was tempted to tell her he'd spent the afternoon having hot and dirty sex with Draco Malfoy, but he was afraid she'd haul him off to a psychiatrist for a professional consultation.
"Well, Harry?" she demanded. "Were you truly out bird watching, or was that merely an excuse to get out of helping at the cookout I had planned for today?"
Harry twisted his fingers nervously in his shirt. He was not good at lying, but he gave it his best shot. "I was watching...a particularly interesting bird," he hedged.
Hermione straightened in her seat. "Did you see one of the yellow-rumped warblers?" she asked, growing animated.
Harry pulled up his courage while reaching for the doorknob behind him to facilitate his escape. "No," he confessed. "I spent the day observing the mating habits of a blond-headed mattress thrasher."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 795
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for dysonrules, working from her list of word-prompts. I used most of them.
Summary: Harry has a new hobby: bird-watching.
chalk, pillows, theatrics, professional consultation, geometrical, conscience money, buckles, self betrayal, chocolate milk, translucent, cookout, inquisitor general, blizzard, Chinese parasol, black eye, sunburst, abalone button, yellow-rumped warbler, sleight of hand, narcolepsy, twisted, gloves, patterned underwear, collars *whimper*, hoodies, unbuttoned shirts, buttons
Harry tumbled out of the Floo in his boyfriend's flat. "Draco?" he called.
"In here," came the muffled reply from the direction of the bedroom.
With a wicked grin and a throbbing cock, Harry made his way quickly down the hall and burst into Draco's room. And stumbled to a halt.
Draco had gone all out today. He was reclining against a mound of pillows and dressed in fetish wear. He had a black leather collar fastened securely about his throat, a leather harness, complete with studs and buckles, criss-crossing his torso, and fingerless, black leather gloves on his hands. Aside from that, Draco wore only a scandalously skimpy pair of black silk briefs that strained to encase his erection.
"Are you going to stand and stare all day, or are we going to shag?" he asked, voice low and husky.
Instead of wasting his breath answering, Harry began attacking his own clothing in an effort to get naked. He whipped his hoodie off over his head before trying to unbutton the shirt he wore beneath. Giving up, he simply yanked, sending buttons scattering across the geometrical pattern on the berber carpet. Leaving his unbuttoned shirt hanging open, Harry struggled with his jeans next, nearly doing himself an injury in his haste. He struggled free, leaving himself clad only in his ruined shirt and a pair of sunburst patterned underwear.
"Nice to see you dressed for the occasion," Draco drawled, palming the bulge at his groin.
"Bird watching," Harry muttered, crossing the room to climb onto Draco's bed.
"Bird watching?" Draco echoed, pausing in the act of fondling himself.
"S'what I had to tell Hermione," Harry murmured, stalking his prey. He shared a flat with his two best friends, and Hermione took it upon herself to keep tabs on Harry and Ron both. "She introduced me to bird watching a few weeks ago, so I told her I was going to try to catch a glimpse of the yellow-rumped warbler she saw up by Ottery St Catchpole two days ago."
"So we chalk this shag up to bird watching, yeah?" Draco snickered.
Harry nodded wordlessly and reached for his lover's briefs, yanking them away from Draco's body and allowing his cock to spring free. Harry swiped his thumb over the crown, spreading the translucent pre-come and causing Draco to twitch and moan. That was all the incentive Harry needed to growl and tug his boyfriend's underwear completely away, and he dove for the lube stashed on the side table. In moments, Draco was lubed and flipped over, where he rose to his knees and gripped the iron railings of his headboard. Harry moved into position behind Draco and lined his cock up, pushing it past the ring of muscle at Draco's entrance before plunging deeply inside. Harry then grasped the iron bars on either side of Draco's hands as he draped himself over his boyfriend's back and began to thrust.
It was sex, hot and rough and raw, and it was conducted with growls and snarls and bites and curses. The headboard banged repeatedly against the wall, threatening to bruise the knuckles of their hands, and Harry's thighs slapped repeatedly against Draco's arse as if he wished to bruise that pale flesh as well. Draco climaxed with a howl, throwing his head back to collide painfully with Harry's face. Harry swore but didn't miss a beat, pounding into Draco's tightly grasping heat again and again until he filled his lover with his release.
~*~
As Harry walked into the flat, Hermione paused with a glass of chocolate milk halfway to her lips. "How did you manage to get a black eye while bird watching?" she asked, tone faintly accusing.
Harry rolled his eyes at her inquisitor general routine. He was tempted to tell her he'd spent the afternoon having hot and dirty sex with Draco Malfoy, but he was afraid she'd haul him off to a psychiatrist for a professional consultation.
"Well, Harry?" she demanded. "Were you truly out bird watching, or was that merely an excuse to get out of helping at the cookout I had planned for today?"
Harry twisted his fingers nervously in his shirt. He was not good at lying, but he gave it his best shot. "I was watching...a particularly interesting bird," he hedged.
Hermione straightened in her seat. "Did you see one of the yellow-rumped warblers?" she asked, growing animated.
Harry pulled up his courage while reaching for the doorknob behind him to facilitate his escape. "No," he confessed. "I spent the day observing the mating habits of a blond-headed mattress thrasher."