Birthday!gift; AWDT: Finding Harry
Title: Finding Harry
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Word count: 1415
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sex, slash, smut (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
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. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for spankyjuju, who asked for top!Draco, kitty.
Also written for:
♥ awdt current prompt of "There are two things you don't mess with: coffee and cheese."
Summary: Draco wants to apologize to Harry, but he has to find him first.
Draco watched Harry slam out of the back door of their country home, and he huffed in frustration. No doubt his boyfriend was off for a sulk in the gardens. Draco decided to give Harry a little time before going in search of him, and he hoped he'd be able to spot him at a glance. When Harry was very angry, he was given to adopting his Animagus form and blending in with the multitudes of other felines that called their estate home.
Draco returned to the kitchen with a sigh. Of course, they had argued over something ridiculous. They always did. It seemed that once they ironed out the large obstacles in their relationship, all that was left to bicker about were the small things. Draco had known Harry would be upset with him for moving the photograph of his parents, but he had only done so temporarily in order to set out some seasonal decorations. However, when Harry had confronted him about it, Draco had responded with sarcasm.
Harry glared at Draco and launched into an oft-repeated lecture. "When we first moved in together, I had only a few simple rules. One being that there are two things you don't mess with-"
"Coffee and cheese," Draco interrupted with a smirk.
In hindsight, Draco regretted winding Harry up like that. He asked very little of Draco, and the only two things he had warned Draco not to tamper with were his wand and the photograph of his parents. Knowing he owed his boyfriend an apology, Draco headed for the garden, hoping that Harry was in a forgiving mood.
The garden sprawled over nearly two acres, all of it bounded by a high stone wall. There were blooming bushes and neat flower beds in a riot of colors, and a fountain dominated the center of the garden. Crushed gravel walkways meandered through the flora, and benches were placed in strategic areas for rest and reflection.
Draco stepped outside and heaved a sigh when he didn't immediately spot Harry's messy head of hair. His eyes roved over the assembled felines. There were nearly two dozen in all, most of them coal-black, and while Harry could tell them apart easily, to Draco they all looked the same. Worst of all, Harry had assumed his feline form, and Draco had no idea which cat was his boyfriend. "Harry?" he called. "Here, kitty!" A couple cats perked up and trotted up to him, but Draco was almost certain neither of them was Harry. He doubted his angry lover would make things so easy for him. Nevertheless, Draco decided to play along.
He picked up the nearest cat. "Are you my boyfriend?" he asked it, turning it to peer beneath its tail. "Obviously not," he snorted. "My apologies, madam." Draco set the cat down and peered around him to see if one of the nearby felines seemed to be laughing at him. Many of them were watching with interest, but that could be chalked up to normal feline curiosity.
Draco picked up another black cat. "Harry?" he asked. This one, at least, was male. He held the animal at arms length. "Is that you, Harry?" Draco demanded. "Speak to me!" The cat squirmed in his grip, and he set it down. "Damn it, Harry! I've come to apologize. The least you can do is show yourself."
There was no reaction from the cats in the garden. Muttering beneath his breath, Draco walked along the gravel path and sat on a wooden bench next to two striped cats. He reached out to scratch one on the head as he leaned back and closed his eyes. Draco felt a warm weight land on his lap, and he opened his eyes to see a large black cat sitting there and glaring at him. He began to pet the cat, only to have it bite his thumb.
"Ouch!" Draco yelped, snatching his hand back. "I know you're angry with me, but there's no need to be rude about it." The cat bunted his hand, and Draco sighed and reached to pet him again. "I'm sorry, Harry," he said. "I should have asked you before moving your photo, and I know I should not have made a joke of it when you called me on it. Can we move on to the snog and make up phase now?" he implored.
"Not while you have your hands all over another bloke," Harry's voice replied from Draco's left.
Draco turned his head to see his boyfriend sitting on a bench a few meters away. "Harry?" he asked inanely. Scowling at the cat on his lap, Draco asked, "Who is this?"
"That's William," Harry said as he approached. He plucked William off Draco's lap and set the cat on the ground, ignoring its hiss of displeasure.
Draco found himself with a lapful of Harry as his boyfriend straddled his legs and sat facing him. "You could have told me I was pouring my heart and soul out to William," he scolded.
Harry grinned. "True, but it was amusing."
Draco frowned at him. "I doubt you would have found it amusing had I begun pressing my affections on William."
"I doubt William would have found it amusing either," laughed Harry.
"Saucy prat," Draco grumbled, giving his boyfriend a swat on the bum.
Harry laughed louder and nuzzled Draco's neck. "Are you ready to snog and make up?" he purred.
"I'd rather shag and make up," Draco tempted.
"An excellent idea," agreed Harry. "Shall we go in?"
Draco shook his head. "Let's shag right here in the garden."
Harry pretended to be scandalized. "What if the neighbors should see?"
"Harry, the neighbors would have to be ten feet tall to look over our garden wall."
Harry snickered at that and wriggled enticingly over the bulge at Draco's groin. "What will we use for lube?" he asked.
"I brought some with me," Draco told him.
"Confident, were you?"
"Hopeful, more like," replied Draco.
"And what if I had refused you?" challenged Harry.
"I suppose I would have had to bugger poor William there," Draco drawled.
His laconic answer sent Harry into gales of laughter, which scared William into dashing for cover beneath a rose bush. Harry sagged against Draco and laughed until his sides hurt. He eventually sat up and removed his glasses to wipe away tears of mirth. "I really doubt William would be amused by that," he stated.
"He may have enjoyed it," Draco insisted.
"Oh, stop," snorted Harry. "Where's the lube?"
"It's in my front pocket," Draco answered. "I can't reach it."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he bravely worked his hand into Draco's front pocket, managing to grope his boyfriend in the process. Standing, Harry shucked his jeans and boxers and then proceeded to treat Draco to a show as he used the lubricant to prepare himself.
Draco undid his trousers and withdrew his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched Harry. When his boyfriend tossed the lube aside and moved to straddle him once more, Draco held his cock steady as Harry sank onto it with a low moan. Harry paused to adjust before beginning to raise and lower himself onto Draco's prick over and over. Their lusty groans startled several cats nearby and reverberated off the stone wall a hands-breadth behind them. Draco felt his orgasm building, and he reacted by taking Harry's cock in a firm grip and stroking him ruthlessly. His efforts paid off when Harry came first, throwing his head back and shouting his release at the sky. Draco was left to hunch his hips impatiently in an effort to achieve his own climax. The clenching of Harry's inner muscles helped to draw forth Draco's orgasm, and he came with a hoarse cry of his own.
They slumped together there in the sunshine with the lazy drone of insects and the sound of a cat squabble nearby. When Harry recovered his wits, he sat up straight, sighing in regret as Draco's flaccid cock slipped free of him. A sudden smirk graced his lips, and he quipped, "I'd like to see William try that."
Finding Harry Again
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Word count: 1415
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sex, slash, smut (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
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. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for spankyjuju, who asked for top!Draco, kitty.
Also written for:
♥ awdt current prompt of "There are two things you don't mess with: coffee and cheese."
Summary: Draco wants to apologize to Harry, but he has to find him first.
Draco watched Harry slam out of the back door of their country home, and he huffed in frustration. No doubt his boyfriend was off for a sulk in the gardens. Draco decided to give Harry a little time before going in search of him, and he hoped he'd be able to spot him at a glance. When Harry was very angry, he was given to adopting his Animagus form and blending in with the multitudes of other felines that called their estate home.
Draco returned to the kitchen with a sigh. Of course, they had argued over something ridiculous. They always did. It seemed that once they ironed out the large obstacles in their relationship, all that was left to bicker about were the small things. Draco had known Harry would be upset with him for moving the photograph of his parents, but he had only done so temporarily in order to set out some seasonal decorations. However, when Harry had confronted him about it, Draco had responded with sarcasm.
Harry glared at Draco and launched into an oft-repeated lecture. "When we first moved in together, I had only a few simple rules. One being that there are two things you don't mess with-"
"Coffee and cheese," Draco interrupted with a smirk.
In hindsight, Draco regretted winding Harry up like that. He asked very little of Draco, and the only two things he had warned Draco not to tamper with were his wand and the photograph of his parents. Knowing he owed his boyfriend an apology, Draco headed for the garden, hoping that Harry was in a forgiving mood.
The garden sprawled over nearly two acres, all of it bounded by a high stone wall. There were blooming bushes and neat flower beds in a riot of colors, and a fountain dominated the center of the garden. Crushed gravel walkways meandered through the flora, and benches were placed in strategic areas for rest and reflection.
Draco stepped outside and heaved a sigh when he didn't immediately spot Harry's messy head of hair. His eyes roved over the assembled felines. There were nearly two dozen in all, most of them coal-black, and while Harry could tell them apart easily, to Draco they all looked the same. Worst of all, Harry had assumed his feline form, and Draco had no idea which cat was his boyfriend. "Harry?" he called. "Here, kitty!" A couple cats perked up and trotted up to him, but Draco was almost certain neither of them was Harry. He doubted his angry lover would make things so easy for him. Nevertheless, Draco decided to play along.
He picked up the nearest cat. "Are you my boyfriend?" he asked it, turning it to peer beneath its tail. "Obviously not," he snorted. "My apologies, madam." Draco set the cat down and peered around him to see if one of the nearby felines seemed to be laughing at him. Many of them were watching with interest, but that could be chalked up to normal feline curiosity.
Draco picked up another black cat. "Harry?" he asked. This one, at least, was male. He held the animal at arms length. "Is that you, Harry?" Draco demanded. "Speak to me!" The cat squirmed in his grip, and he set it down. "Damn it, Harry! I've come to apologize. The least you can do is show yourself."
There was no reaction from the cats in the garden. Muttering beneath his breath, Draco walked along the gravel path and sat on a wooden bench next to two striped cats. He reached out to scratch one on the head as he leaned back and closed his eyes. Draco felt a warm weight land on his lap, and he opened his eyes to see a large black cat sitting there and glaring at him. He began to pet the cat, only to have it bite his thumb.
"Ouch!" Draco yelped, snatching his hand back. "I know you're angry with me, but there's no need to be rude about it." The cat bunted his hand, and Draco sighed and reached to pet him again. "I'm sorry, Harry," he said. "I should have asked you before moving your photo, and I know I should not have made a joke of it when you called me on it. Can we move on to the snog and make up phase now?" he implored.
"Not while you have your hands all over another bloke," Harry's voice replied from Draco's left.
Draco turned his head to see his boyfriend sitting on a bench a few meters away. "Harry?" he asked inanely. Scowling at the cat on his lap, Draco asked, "Who is this?"
"That's William," Harry said as he approached. He plucked William off Draco's lap and set the cat on the ground, ignoring its hiss of displeasure.
Draco found himself with a lapful of Harry as his boyfriend straddled his legs and sat facing him. "You could have told me I was pouring my heart and soul out to William," he scolded.
Harry grinned. "True, but it was amusing."
Draco frowned at him. "I doubt you would have found it amusing had I begun pressing my affections on William."
"I doubt William would have found it amusing either," laughed Harry.
"Saucy prat," Draco grumbled, giving his boyfriend a swat on the bum.
Harry laughed louder and nuzzled Draco's neck. "Are you ready to snog and make up?" he purred.
"I'd rather shag and make up," Draco tempted.
"An excellent idea," agreed Harry. "Shall we go in?"
Draco shook his head. "Let's shag right here in the garden."
Harry pretended to be scandalized. "What if the neighbors should see?"
"Harry, the neighbors would have to be ten feet tall to look over our garden wall."
Harry snickered at that and wriggled enticingly over the bulge at Draco's groin. "What will we use for lube?" he asked.
"I brought some with me," Draco told him.
"Confident, were you?"
"Hopeful, more like," replied Draco.
"And what if I had refused you?" challenged Harry.
"I suppose I would have had to bugger poor William there," Draco drawled.
His laconic answer sent Harry into gales of laughter, which scared William into dashing for cover beneath a rose bush. Harry sagged against Draco and laughed until his sides hurt. He eventually sat up and removed his glasses to wipe away tears of mirth. "I really doubt William would be amused by that," he stated.
"He may have enjoyed it," Draco insisted.
"Oh, stop," snorted Harry. "Where's the lube?"
"It's in my front pocket," Draco answered. "I can't reach it."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he bravely worked his hand into Draco's front pocket, managing to grope his boyfriend in the process. Standing, Harry shucked his jeans and boxers and then proceeded to treat Draco to a show as he used the lubricant to prepare himself.
Draco undid his trousers and withdrew his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched Harry. When his boyfriend tossed the lube aside and moved to straddle him once more, Draco held his cock steady as Harry sank onto it with a low moan. Harry paused to adjust before beginning to raise and lower himself onto Draco's prick over and over. Their lusty groans startled several cats nearby and reverberated off the stone wall a hands-breadth behind them. Draco felt his orgasm building, and he reacted by taking Harry's cock in a firm grip and stroking him ruthlessly. His efforts paid off when Harry came first, throwing his head back and shouting his release at the sky. Draco was left to hunch his hips impatiently in an effort to achieve his own climax. The clenching of Harry's inner muscles helped to draw forth Draco's orgasm, and he came with a hoarse cry of his own.
They slumped together there in the sunshine with the lazy drone of insects and the sound of a cat squabble nearby. When Harry recovered his wits, he sat up straight, sighing in regret as Draco's flaccid cock slipped free of him. A sudden smirk graced his lips, and he quipped, "I'd like to see William try that."
Finding Harry Again