Birthday!gift; Slythindor100 Challenge #114
Title: Staying In
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 825
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit. AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR UNDERAGE READERS. Mind the rating and the warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for bexdragonamante, who asked for top!Draco/bottom!Harry. Also written for Challenge #114 at slythindor100, which was a photo prompt. I used this one.
Summary: Harry's husband will be coming soon.
Harry stepped under the hot spray of water with a grateful sigh. Quidditch practice had been especially grueling that afternoon, and he had been afraid they wouldn't be done in time for him to return home and get ready for his dinner date with Draco. Despite the fact that they had been married for three years, they still went out on dates at least once a month. Draco claimed it kept their romance alive. Privately, Harry believed that Draco simply wanted an excuse to show off in public. After all, it was Draco who had reeled in The Savior Who Lived.
Harry tipped his head back and allowed the water to sluice through his dark hair. His skin prickled, alerting him to the fact that he was no longer alone. Opening his eyes, Harry squinted through the steam and saw a figure lounging in the open doorway of the master bath. "Enjoying the show?" he drawled.
"Indeed, I am," came the response from the doorway. "How long before your husband gets home?"
Harry grinned at the banter. "Not long, I'm afraid. My husband is the jealous type, and he checks in on me frequently."
"Is that so?"
The voice had moved closer, and Harry opened his eyes to see his admirer standing nearly within touching distance. "Oh, yes," Harry said. "In fact, if Draco knew I was chatting up a strange man in the shower again-"
"Again?!" With a growl, Draco stepped forward and hauled Harry out of the shower and flush against himself.
"Draco!" Harry yelped. "Your clothes-"
"Forget about my clothing," Draco interrupted. "It seems I must reinforce my claim on you."
Harry melted against Draco, heedless of how wet he was getting his husband. "Yes, I do need to be reminded of that from time to time," he murmured, angling his head to nuzzle and nip at Draco's neck.
A dark chuckle escaped Draco, and he tugged Harry out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. He gave Harry a push in the direction of the bed and began removing his damp clothing. Harry bounced on the bed willingly and rolled over to watch his husband struggle to disrobe. A snicker escaped him. Draco looked up from his buttons with a glare. "Why don't you make yourself useful and lube up?"
It was an excellent suggestion, and Harry immediately reached for the lubricant on top of the headboard. He slicked his fingers and rose to his knees, turning his back to Draco in order to give his husband a show. He reached back and fingered his hole before slipping two fingers inside.
Draco paused in the act of pulling his shirt tails from his trousers. "Fuck," he breathed, eyes hot on Harry's activities.
"Yes, please, and hurry," Harry demanded. He clamped his teeth in his lower lip as he worked himself, wishing it was Draco's cock that was stretching his hole.
Draco gave up and pounced on Harry. His shirt was undone and hanging from one shoulder, but his trousers were open enough to allow his cock to jut free. That was good enough for him. He pushed Harry's hand out of the way and replaced it with his cock.
Harry gasped and clutched at the bedding when Draco sank into him and filled him with a forceful thrust. He loved it when the sex between them was hot and harried, and the fact that Draco had been too impatient to completely undress made this encounter seem all the more erotic. Although the fabric of Draco's trousers was fine, it still felt rough on Harry's naked skin as they shagged. That was quite alright, however; Harry liked things rough.
Harry arched back to meet each of Draco's thrusts. At the same time, he shifted his balance so that he could reach for his cock and wank. "Mm," he hummed, enthralled with the twin pleasures of stroking himself and being stroked by Draco.
"You're mine," Draco puffed, driving deep and grinding his hips.
"Yes," Harry agreed on a breathless moan. When Draco's hand joined Harry's on his cock, Harry was done. His muscles tightened an instant before he came all over the duvet.
Draco growled in satisfaction at Harry's mindless writhing until his own climax seized him and caused him to shout aloud in pleasure as he filled Harry with the hot pulses of his release. Once their breathing calmed, Draco withdrew from Harry and dropped gracelessly to the bed beside him.
Harry rolled the other way, leaving the wet spot between them. He stretched and then grimaced. "I need to shower again before we go out to dinner."
Draco made a vague, waving motion with his hand. "Forget dinner," he mumbled. "We're staying in."
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 825
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit. AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR UNDERAGE READERS. Mind the rating and the warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for bexdragonamante, who asked for top!Draco/bottom!Harry. Also written for Challenge #114 at slythindor100, which was a photo prompt. I used this one.
Summary: Harry's husband will be coming soon.
Harry stepped under the hot spray of water with a grateful sigh. Quidditch practice had been especially grueling that afternoon, and he had been afraid they wouldn't be done in time for him to return home and get ready for his dinner date with Draco. Despite the fact that they had been married for three years, they still went out on dates at least once a month. Draco claimed it kept their romance alive. Privately, Harry believed that Draco simply wanted an excuse to show off in public. After all, it was Draco who had reeled in The Savior Who Lived.
Harry tipped his head back and allowed the water to sluice through his dark hair. His skin prickled, alerting him to the fact that he was no longer alone. Opening his eyes, Harry squinted through the steam and saw a figure lounging in the open doorway of the master bath. "Enjoying the show?" he drawled.
"Indeed, I am," came the response from the doorway. "How long before your husband gets home?"
Harry grinned at the banter. "Not long, I'm afraid. My husband is the jealous type, and he checks in on me frequently."
"Is that so?"
The voice had moved closer, and Harry opened his eyes to see his admirer standing nearly within touching distance. "Oh, yes," Harry said. "In fact, if Draco knew I was chatting up a strange man in the shower again-"
"Again?!" With a growl, Draco stepped forward and hauled Harry out of the shower and flush against himself.
"Draco!" Harry yelped. "Your clothes-"
"Forget about my clothing," Draco interrupted. "It seems I must reinforce my claim on you."
Harry melted against Draco, heedless of how wet he was getting his husband. "Yes, I do need to be reminded of that from time to time," he murmured, angling his head to nuzzle and nip at Draco's neck.
A dark chuckle escaped Draco, and he tugged Harry out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. He gave Harry a push in the direction of the bed and began removing his damp clothing. Harry bounced on the bed willingly and rolled over to watch his husband struggle to disrobe. A snicker escaped him. Draco looked up from his buttons with a glare. "Why don't you make yourself useful and lube up?"
It was an excellent suggestion, and Harry immediately reached for the lubricant on top of the headboard. He slicked his fingers and rose to his knees, turning his back to Draco in order to give his husband a show. He reached back and fingered his hole before slipping two fingers inside.
Draco paused in the act of pulling his shirt tails from his trousers. "Fuck," he breathed, eyes hot on Harry's activities.
"Yes, please, and hurry," Harry demanded. He clamped his teeth in his lower lip as he worked himself, wishing it was Draco's cock that was stretching his hole.
Draco gave up and pounced on Harry. His shirt was undone and hanging from one shoulder, but his trousers were open enough to allow his cock to jut free. That was good enough for him. He pushed Harry's hand out of the way and replaced it with his cock.
Harry gasped and clutched at the bedding when Draco sank into him and filled him with a forceful thrust. He loved it when the sex between them was hot and harried, and the fact that Draco had been too impatient to completely undress made this encounter seem all the more erotic. Although the fabric of Draco's trousers was fine, it still felt rough on Harry's naked skin as they shagged. That was quite alright, however; Harry liked things rough.
Harry arched back to meet each of Draco's thrusts. At the same time, he shifted his balance so that he could reach for his cock and wank. "Mm," he hummed, enthralled with the twin pleasures of stroking himself and being stroked by Draco.
"You're mine," Draco puffed, driving deep and grinding his hips.
"Yes," Harry agreed on a breathless moan. When Draco's hand joined Harry's on his cock, Harry was done. His muscles tightened an instant before he came all over the duvet.
Draco growled in satisfaction at Harry's mindless writhing until his own climax seized him and caused him to shout aloud in pleasure as he filled Harry with the hot pulses of his release. Once their breathing calmed, Draco withdrew from Harry and dropped gracelessly to the bed beside him.
Harry rolled the other way, leaving the wet spot between them. He stretched and then grimaced. "I need to shower again before we go out to dinner."
Draco made a vague, waving motion with his hand. "Forget dinner," he mumbled. "We're staying in."