Birthday!gift: Unprofessional
Title: Unprofessional
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit oral sex, (characters are of age)
Word count: 1655
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. Pay attention to the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for echowilde, who asked for tongue piercing.
Summary: Draco finds it difficult to maintain his professionalism when faced with his partner's tongue...thingie.
Draco wasn't concentrating on what his partner was saying. Instead, his attention was riveted to the flash of something metallic in Potter's mouth. He kept catching glimpses of it as Potter talked, and Draco was fascinated.
"Malfoy, are you listening to me?"
"Of course," Draco lied.
"Indeed?" Potter drawled. "What did I just say?"
Draco's eyes narrowed. He disliked it when his mother did that to him, and it was even more vexing when Potter said it. "You were blathering on about our assignment," Draco replied in a bored tone.
Potter didn't seem convinced. "So, you're in agreement, then?"
Draco hesitated, but he had to admit that Potter's plans were usually brilliant. Therefore, what harm could come of agreeing with Potter's latest? "Naturally," he said, by way of answer.
"Excellent," beamed Potter. "I wasn't sure you would be too keen on the idea of being used as bait."
"Bait?!" Draco exclaimed.
Potter rocked back on his heels and crossed his arms over his chest. "I knew you weren't paying attention," he scowled.
Angry now, Draco went on the attack. "I was distracted by that...whatever it is in your mouth!"
Potter's eyes widened and then a smirk curled his lips. "This?" he asked, and he stuck his tongue out, allowing Draco to see a metal ball attached to it.
Draco almost leaned forward for a better look, but he caught himself in time. "What is that?" he asked.
"My tongue is pierced," Potter told him. "See?" He flipped his tongue up to demonstrate that it went all the way through.
"That's...barbaric," Draco said. His cock, however, seemed intrigued and attempted to stand up for a better look.
Potter shrugged. "I happen to like it," he said. "So do my sexual partners."
Draco experienced a surge of jealous irritation. Apparently, Potter had multiple partners while Draco had been making do with his right hand. It wasn't fair. "What do your partners find enjoyable about that...that travesty on your tongue?" he demanded.
"I can make it vibrate when I go down on someone," Potter confided.
Draco gulped. "Dear Merlin," he breathed.
~*~
Draco hated conducting surveillance on suspects. It was boring, and it forced him to remain in close proximity with Potter. Potter and his vibrating tongue...thingie. Thoughts of it were making Draco...uncomfortable. It didn't help that he was entertaining himself with fantasies of Potter's lips wrapped around his cock while Potter's tongue vibrator did indecent, sinful things to Draco's cock. He bit his lip and glanced at his partner, but Potter seemed completely focused on the task at hand. The bastard.
"...we should do, Malfoy?"
"Tongue vibe," Draco mumbled, eyes glassy.
"What was that?" Potter asked.
Draco snapped back to the present. "I said, 'Tough night'," he improvised.
Potter fell for it. "Yeah, this is one of the worst parts of our job," he agreed. "What do you think we should do? Stay here and hope Grimble shows up, or try to track him down?"
Normally, Draco was the one who followed orders, and he suspected he'd been paired with Potter to keep him under control. Potter was a bit of a maverick, as evidenced by his tongue thingie. Tonight, however, Draco was tired of crouching so close to his appealing partner. "Let's hunt him down," he decided.
Potter looked taken aback for a moment, but he laughed and clapped Draco on the shoulder. "That's the spirit!"
Draco had a sinking feeling this night was going to end badly.
~*~
"What in the name of Circe's tits were you thinking, Malfoy?!" yelled Maulseed.
Draco winced and opened his mouth to reply, but his boss cut him off.
"I count on you to keep Potter out of trouble, not to gleefully dive arse-first into it with him!"
"With all due respect, sir," Draco interjected, "we were able to find Grimble and make the arrest."
Maulseed appeared on the verge of a coronary. "With all due respect," he shrilled, "get the fuck out of my office!"
Draco retreated before his boss could remember that he was supposed to berate him some more. He strode angrily into the office he shared with Potter and slammed the door shut behind him, fiercely glad to see Potter start at the loud noise.
"I take it Maulseed wasn't happy with you?" Potter had the nerve to ask.
"He chewed my arse off, Potter!" Draco snapped.
Potter leaned forward in his chair and craned his neck. "Your arse is still there and looking as fine as ever, Malfoy," he said with a wicked smirk.
"Ha ha, Potter," Draco sneered, flouncing into his chair. "How very droll." Despite his ire, Draco was thrilled that Potter had looked at his arse and deemed it fine.
"Let me make it up to you," suggested Potter.
Draco raised an eyebrow as if to say, Go on. He hoped Potter would offer to suck his cock with his tongue vibe.
"Let's go to the Dog and Pony, and I'll buy the first round."
Draco wavered a moment before accepting. "Sure, Potter. Why not?" he sighed.
~*~
"...and then the mediwitch said, 'Those other Healers were morons if they couldn't recognize lipstick when they see it!'" Potter guffawed, slapping Draco on the back and nearly knocking him off his bar stool.
Potter had had too much to drink--both of them had, but Draco was reluctant to call it a night. He was enjoying this relaxed time spent in Potter's company.
"It's your turn to tell me a joke," Potter insisted, taking another sip of his ale.
"I want to feel your tongue thingie on my cock," Draco confessed. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late.
Instead of mocking him, however, Potter merely nodded. "Been wanting to suck you off for awhile now," he revealed.
Draco knew his mouth was agape, but he couldn't help it. "Why have you never said so?!"
"It seemed unprofessional," Potter shrugged. "But, we're not on duty now, are we?"
Draco's logical mind was prompting him to tell Potter 'Thanks, but no thanks' and just go home, but his cock was depriving his brain of blood, and the contrary organ ordered Draco's mouth to say, "Your flat or mine, Potter?"
~*~
Draco squirmed on Potter's sofa, trying to get comfortable. He was fully dressed--only his trousers were undone to free his erect and eager cock. Potter grinned up at him from where he knelt on the floor beside the sofa.
"Are you ready for me to blow your mind, Malfoy?"
"I'm ready for your to blow my cock, Potter," Draco replied. He was going for suave, but his voice came out sultry.
Potter winked at him and did something to cause the small ball on his tongue to begin vibrating. He grasped Draco's shaft and lowered his head. Potter blew a soft breath on the tip of Draco's penis.
"Pot-ter," Draco growled.
Potter chuckled before engulfing the tip of Draco's cock in his mouth. Draco drew in a sharp breath and the knuckles of his right hand whitened on the back of the sofa. He clenched his left hand into a fist to keep from winding his fingers into Potter's hair. Potter used the tip of his tongue to lap delicately at the pre-come seeping from Draco's cock. Draco could feel the subtle vibrations through Potter's tongue. It was a pleasant sensation. Then, Potter touched the small, vibrating ball to Draco's prick. Draco moaned and tried to thrust up. Only Potter's hand pressing down firmly on his stomach kept Draco in contact with the sofa. The vibration felt brilliant on Draco's most sensitive flesh, and he rolled his hips and clutched desperately at Potter's hair. Green eyes twinkled up at Draco, and Potter took more of Draco's penis into his mouth and throat. Now that toe-curling vibration was being dragged up and down Draco's shaft as Potter's head bobbed over his groin.
"Merlin, Potter," Draco gasped. The thought flitted through his mind that if Potter could suck so well, how good was he at fucking? Potter continued to bedevil Draco by dragging his tongue and vibrating stud up and down Draco's length with occasional pauses to swirl around the head. One of Potter's hands crept down into Draco's trousers to cup and fondle his balls. Draco groaned and hooked his right leg over the back of the sofa to give Potter more room. Potter slowly raised his head, smirked at Draco around his mouthful of cock, and dug the vibrating ball into the slit at the tip of Draco's penis.
Draco yowled and thrashed as he emptied himself, and he was only vaguely aware that Potter was swallowing every drop. Draco's moment of lethargy was ruined when Potter joined him on the sofa, bare cock jutting from his jeans, and began to rut against Draco until his release dampened the fabric of Draco's favorite gray shirt. "Ugh," Draco grimaced. "I daresay it would have been less messy to have actual intercourse."
"Give me a few minutes," Potter mumbled, lips brushing Draco's neck. "I'm not as young as I used to be."
Draco struggled up onto his elbows. "You want to have sex?"
"Mm, yes."
Draco sank back down. He'd already crossed the line with his partner; he may as well enjoy it to the fullest. "Will you regret it in the morning?" he felt compelled to ask.
Potter raised his head and met Draco's stare head-on. "The only thing I'll regret is if we go back to the office and pretend it never happened."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit oral sex, (characters are of age)
Word count: 1655
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. Pay attention to the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for echowilde, who asked for tongue piercing.
Summary: Draco finds it difficult to maintain his professionalism when faced with his partner's tongue...thingie.
Draco wasn't concentrating on what his partner was saying. Instead, his attention was riveted to the flash of something metallic in Potter's mouth. He kept catching glimpses of it as Potter talked, and Draco was fascinated.
"Malfoy, are you listening to me?"
"Of course," Draco lied.
"Indeed?" Potter drawled. "What did I just say?"
Draco's eyes narrowed. He disliked it when his mother did that to him, and it was even more vexing when Potter said it. "You were blathering on about our assignment," Draco replied in a bored tone.
Potter didn't seem convinced. "So, you're in agreement, then?"
Draco hesitated, but he had to admit that Potter's plans were usually brilliant. Therefore, what harm could come of agreeing with Potter's latest? "Naturally," he said, by way of answer.
"Excellent," beamed Potter. "I wasn't sure you would be too keen on the idea of being used as bait."
"Bait?!" Draco exclaimed.
Potter rocked back on his heels and crossed his arms over his chest. "I knew you weren't paying attention," he scowled.
Angry now, Draco went on the attack. "I was distracted by that...whatever it is in your mouth!"
Potter's eyes widened and then a smirk curled his lips. "This?" he asked, and he stuck his tongue out, allowing Draco to see a metal ball attached to it.
Draco almost leaned forward for a better look, but he caught himself in time. "What is that?" he asked.
"My tongue is pierced," Potter told him. "See?" He flipped his tongue up to demonstrate that it went all the way through.
"That's...barbaric," Draco said. His cock, however, seemed intrigued and attempted to stand up for a better look.
Potter shrugged. "I happen to like it," he said. "So do my sexual partners."
Draco experienced a surge of jealous irritation. Apparently, Potter had multiple partners while Draco had been making do with his right hand. It wasn't fair. "What do your partners find enjoyable about that...that travesty on your tongue?" he demanded.
"I can make it vibrate when I go down on someone," Potter confided.
Draco gulped. "Dear Merlin," he breathed.
~*~
Draco hated conducting surveillance on suspects. It was boring, and it forced him to remain in close proximity with Potter. Potter and his vibrating tongue...thingie. Thoughts of it were making Draco...uncomfortable. It didn't help that he was entertaining himself with fantasies of Potter's lips wrapped around his cock while Potter's tongue vibrator did indecent, sinful things to Draco's cock. He bit his lip and glanced at his partner, but Potter seemed completely focused on the task at hand. The bastard.
"...we should do, Malfoy?"
"Tongue vibe," Draco mumbled, eyes glassy.
"What was that?" Potter asked.
Draco snapped back to the present. "I said, 'Tough night'," he improvised.
Potter fell for it. "Yeah, this is one of the worst parts of our job," he agreed. "What do you think we should do? Stay here and hope Grimble shows up, or try to track him down?"
Normally, Draco was the one who followed orders, and he suspected he'd been paired with Potter to keep him under control. Potter was a bit of a maverick, as evidenced by his tongue thingie. Tonight, however, Draco was tired of crouching so close to his appealing partner. "Let's hunt him down," he decided.
Potter looked taken aback for a moment, but he laughed and clapped Draco on the shoulder. "That's the spirit!"
Draco had a sinking feeling this night was going to end badly.
~*~
"What in the name of Circe's tits were you thinking, Malfoy?!" yelled Maulseed.
Draco winced and opened his mouth to reply, but his boss cut him off.
"I count on you to keep Potter out of trouble, not to gleefully dive arse-first into it with him!"
"With all due respect, sir," Draco interjected, "we were able to find Grimble and make the arrest."
Maulseed appeared on the verge of a coronary. "With all due respect," he shrilled, "get the fuck out of my office!"
Draco retreated before his boss could remember that he was supposed to berate him some more. He strode angrily into the office he shared with Potter and slammed the door shut behind him, fiercely glad to see Potter start at the loud noise.
"I take it Maulseed wasn't happy with you?" Potter had the nerve to ask.
"He chewed my arse off, Potter!" Draco snapped.
Potter leaned forward in his chair and craned his neck. "Your arse is still there and looking as fine as ever, Malfoy," he said with a wicked smirk.
"Ha ha, Potter," Draco sneered, flouncing into his chair. "How very droll." Despite his ire, Draco was thrilled that Potter had looked at his arse and deemed it fine.
"Let me make it up to you," suggested Potter.
Draco raised an eyebrow as if to say, Go on. He hoped Potter would offer to suck his cock with his tongue vibe.
"Let's go to the Dog and Pony, and I'll buy the first round."
Draco wavered a moment before accepting. "Sure, Potter. Why not?" he sighed.
~*~
"...and then the mediwitch said, 'Those other Healers were morons if they couldn't recognize lipstick when they see it!'" Potter guffawed, slapping Draco on the back and nearly knocking him off his bar stool.
Potter had had too much to drink--both of them had, but Draco was reluctant to call it a night. He was enjoying this relaxed time spent in Potter's company.
"It's your turn to tell me a joke," Potter insisted, taking another sip of his ale.
"I want to feel your tongue thingie on my cock," Draco confessed. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late.
Instead of mocking him, however, Potter merely nodded. "Been wanting to suck you off for awhile now," he revealed.
Draco knew his mouth was agape, but he couldn't help it. "Why have you never said so?!"
"It seemed unprofessional," Potter shrugged. "But, we're not on duty now, are we?"
Draco's logical mind was prompting him to tell Potter 'Thanks, but no thanks' and just go home, but his cock was depriving his brain of blood, and the contrary organ ordered Draco's mouth to say, "Your flat or mine, Potter?"
~*~
Draco squirmed on Potter's sofa, trying to get comfortable. He was fully dressed--only his trousers were undone to free his erect and eager cock. Potter grinned up at him from where he knelt on the floor beside the sofa.
"Are you ready for me to blow your mind, Malfoy?"
"I'm ready for your to blow my cock, Potter," Draco replied. He was going for suave, but his voice came out sultry.
Potter winked at him and did something to cause the small ball on his tongue to begin vibrating. He grasped Draco's shaft and lowered his head. Potter blew a soft breath on the tip of Draco's penis.
"Pot-ter," Draco growled.
Potter chuckled before engulfing the tip of Draco's cock in his mouth. Draco drew in a sharp breath and the knuckles of his right hand whitened on the back of the sofa. He clenched his left hand into a fist to keep from winding his fingers into Potter's hair. Potter used the tip of his tongue to lap delicately at the pre-come seeping from Draco's cock. Draco could feel the subtle vibrations through Potter's tongue. It was a pleasant sensation. Then, Potter touched the small, vibrating ball to Draco's prick. Draco moaned and tried to thrust up. Only Potter's hand pressing down firmly on his stomach kept Draco in contact with the sofa. The vibration felt brilliant on Draco's most sensitive flesh, and he rolled his hips and clutched desperately at Potter's hair. Green eyes twinkled up at Draco, and Potter took more of Draco's penis into his mouth and throat. Now that toe-curling vibration was being dragged up and down Draco's shaft as Potter's head bobbed over his groin.
"Merlin, Potter," Draco gasped. The thought flitted through his mind that if Potter could suck so well, how good was he at fucking? Potter continued to bedevil Draco by dragging his tongue and vibrating stud up and down Draco's length with occasional pauses to swirl around the head. One of Potter's hands crept down into Draco's trousers to cup and fondle his balls. Draco groaned and hooked his right leg over the back of the sofa to give Potter more room. Potter slowly raised his head, smirked at Draco around his mouthful of cock, and dug the vibrating ball into the slit at the tip of Draco's penis.
Draco yowled and thrashed as he emptied himself, and he was only vaguely aware that Potter was swallowing every drop. Draco's moment of lethargy was ruined when Potter joined him on the sofa, bare cock jutting from his jeans, and began to rut against Draco until his release dampened the fabric of Draco's favorite gray shirt. "Ugh," Draco grimaced. "I daresay it would have been less messy to have actual intercourse."
"Give me a few minutes," Potter mumbled, lips brushing Draco's neck. "I'm not as young as I used to be."
Draco struggled up onto his elbows. "You want to have sex?"
"Mm, yes."
Draco sank back down. He'd already crossed the line with his partner; he may as well enjoy it to the fullest. "Will you regret it in the morning?" he felt compelled to ask.
Potter raised his head and met Draco's stare head-on. "The only thing I'll regret is if we go back to the office and pretend it never happened."