Fic: A Hard Day's Work
Author: freakingcrups
Title: A Hard Day’s Work
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,246 words
Characters: Harry/Draco/Albus Severus
Warnings: Cross gen, age disparity (19/46), rimming, incest (but only to a small degree. There is no touching between father and son. It’s only to the point that they are having sexual relations with the same man). And I guess you could consider it a bit of a PWP.
Summary: Harry and Albus teach Draco there are positives to a hard day's work.
Original Prompt: Own prompt.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Beta: The awesome saintgilbert. <33 Much love for you.
Notes: This was written for hp_3forfun. I'm just reposting in my journal. :)
A Hard Day’s Work
Draco pressed two fingers to his forehead at the feeling of a headache coming on and sighed as he opened the front door to his home. He set his briefcase down on the ground near the door and took off his coat, hanging it on the hook designed for it. He looked into the mirror next to the hook and sighed. He looked like shit, but he always did when he had a hard day at work. Stebbins knew how to push all his buttons, and not in a good way.
“Draco, is that you?”
Draco smiled at the voice of one of his boyfriends and nodded, before realizing that Harry wasn’t even there to see him. It sounded like he was in the kitchen.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied loudly, making his way in the direction of the voice. Like he guessed, Harry was at the sink, washing the dishes. Draco never understood why he chose to do things the Muggle way, but he never argued. He knew that Harry would never change how he wanted things done.
“Bad day at work?” Harry asked, glancing over his shoulder at Draco. He frowned and took a step back after he set down one of the dishes. “What’s wrong?”
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just a shite day, that’s all.”
“Hey, love.”
Draco turned his head and smiled at Albus as he sidled up next to him. He leaned down, pressing a firm kiss on the younger man’s delectable lips. “Hey, you.”
When he turned to peer at Harry again, the man was in front of him. He raised his hands to Draco’s shoulders and massaged them, hard. Draco groaned at the feeling. He loved Harry’s massages.
“Right there,” Draco moaned, closing his eyes as he felt his muscles loosen under Harry’s touch.
“What happened?” The words were whispered close to his ear. Draco shivered at the feel of the hot breath caressing the side of his face.
“Stebbins. I swear the imbecile wants me on my knees, licking his shoes.” Draco groaned in agony as his muscles ached under the skilled hands. He opened his eyes and his gaze flew straight to the lips that hovered near his own. He couldn’t resist leaning in, pressing a passionate kiss to them. Harry always tasted like peppermint whenever they kissed and Draco blamed it on his own toothpaste; Harry seemed obsessed with using it.
Harry broke the kiss and smiled. “Haven’t you seen Kingsley about him? I told you to go see him.” His hands fell down to Draco’s upper arms and he squeezed them reassuringly.
“You should have just hexed the git,” Albus added, a mischievous grin on his face. He still stood to the side of Draco, watching him intently.
“Albus, that wouldn’t help anyone,” Harry chided softly, sending his son a pointed look.
“It’ll teach him a lesson, won’t it?” Albus shrugged his shoulders.
Harry pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything else to him. Instead, he stared at Draco again. “Kingsley would sort it out, Draco.”
“I’d be a rat then, wouldn’t I?” Draco replied. “I’d just be a rat that ran to the big boss over nothing.”
“It wouldn’t be over nothing!” Harry exclaimed with a sigh, “He’s been a bastard to you from the start. He insults you, he insults your family including Albus and I, and he makes you stay ridiculous hours that you don’t get paid for. It’s 8pm, Draco! You should have been home at least three hours ago!”
Draco smirked and pressed a quick, chaste kiss on Harry’s lips. “I love it when you defend me, Potter, but really, it’s not worth it. Is that chicken I smell?”
Harry knew when he lost. He always did when it came to Draco. Draco changed the topic quickly whenever he didn’t want to talk about something. Harry nodded in answer to his question. “Yes. I charmed it to stay hot for you.”
Draco smiled his thanks and walked over to the table. He sat down and pulled the plate of food towards him.
Harry smiled as he watched, before looking at Albus. He tilted his head towards the lounge room and his son nodded. They both walked out of the kitchen. When they made it to the sofa and sat down, Harry pursed his lips.
“You work with Kingsley, Albus, can’t you tell him?”
Albus snorted. “Are you sure Draco would like me telling the boss, Dad?”
“It’s not about what he’d like, Albus. Stebbins is driving him loony,” Harry argued in a hushed tone. He didn’t want Draco to overhear the conversation.
“Draco is a big boy, Dad,” Albus retorted just as quietly.
“Really, Harry, you are quite obvious,” drawled a tone from the doorway.
Harry’s gaze darted to Draco and he sighed. “I worry about you.”
“Like Albus said, I’m a big boy,” Draco responded with a pointed look. He walked further into the room until he was standing in front of both of them. “I don’t need you to hold my hand.”
Harry knew that this conversation was only going to turn into an argument. It usually did, which resulted in all three of them going to bed very cranky. So, he decided to change the topic. “Wasn’t the food nice?”
“It was delicious,” Draco answered truthfully, “just not as hungry as I thought.” Draco’s voice betrayed his feelings. When he talked in a low tone, it usually meant that he wasn’t happy and when he wasn’t happy, it made Harry unhappy. Draco had been through a lot after the war and a lot of it consisted of putting up with the hatred of others.
“You know what you need?” Harry smiled wickedly at the man standing in front of him.
Draco raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his pink lips. “I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”
Harry raised himself to his feet and entwined his arms around Draco’s neck. He pulled the taller man flushed against his body and jerked his hips forward, rubbing their crotches firmly together. “A distraction.”
Draco gasped when their cocks brushed. “And I suppose you’re going to give me that distraction.”
“And me,” Albus intercepted before Harry could say anything else. He stood from the sofa and smiled. His eyes darted down to the connection between Harry and Draco’s crotches and he licked his lips. “I want to join in.”
Harry groaned at the twinge of pleasure in his cock and took a step back. “Shall we take care of Draco, Albus?”
“Definitely,” Albus answered instantly. He took his dad’s former position, but instead of rubbing his cock against Draco’s, he fell to his knees. His hands worked on Draco’s belt quickly. Harry smiled. Ah, youth and their horniness. He could remember those days. With a wink at Draco - whose eyes had darted up from watching Albus for only a second - Harry walked around to his back and also dropped on his knees.
Draco glanced back at him and licked his lips. “And just how are you going to distract me?”
“Oh, you’ll see.” Harry laughed lightly as Draco’s pants and underwear were tugged down together very rapidly. Draco stepped out of them and kicked them away. Albus didn’t waste any time in taking Draco into his mouth, Harry could already hear the slurps. Between Draco’s legs, Harry saw Albus cup his balls and roll them in his hand as he deep throated the older man.
Draco groaned and spread his legs further, giving Harry more access to what he wanted. Harry leaned forward and spread Draco’s arse cheeks, giving him a view of his tight entrance that seemed to quiver in anticipation. Draco groaned above them and thrust his hips forward.
He heard Albus gag. Harry grabbed Draco’s hips and tutted. “No moving, Malfoy. You don’t want to choke my son.”
When he was sure that Draco wasn’t going to move his hips again, he spread his cheeks once more. He leaned in and licked the tight entrance. Draco let out a series of cuss words. Harry smirked and did it again. A hand reached back and grabbed his hair, tugging at his already messy mane. Harry didn’t mind, he was used to it by now. He even enjoyed the roughness.
Harry glanced between Draco’s legs at Albus again and saw that he had lowered the zip of his own pants. His erection was jutting out of the opening and he was fisting it, tugging on the hard flesh as he licked and sucked on Draco’s cock.
Harry smirked and went back to Draco’s hole. He licked it again, this time inserting his tongue into the entrance, jabbing him with it. Draco’s hand fisted his hair hard and he pressed his arse back on Harry’s face.
“Yes! Merlin, put your fingers in there. Shag me with your fingers, Harry.”
Harry grinned and decided to do what he was told. While still tasting Draco with his tongue, he pulled out his wand from his robes. He pulled his tongue away for only a second to murmur, “Accio lube,” before it was back in his hole.
He dropped his wand on the floor beside him and held out one hand, catching the lube as it flew at him. He pulled away from Draco’s arse and flicked open the cap on the tube. The lube squirted out of the small open as Harry squeezed the bottle. When he had the amount he wanted, he closed the lid again and spread the lube on his fingers. He pressed the tip of one of his fingers against the entrance, while his other hand cupped the bulge in his own pants. He rubbed the hard flesh through his pants and watched as the finger breached tight muscles as he pushed it forward.
Draco groaned and pushed his arse back against the finger. He glanced over his shoulder at Harry and licked his lips. He looked conflicted. He went from thrusting his hips forward, to jerking them back against the finger. “Add another one,” he demanded, spreading his legs further. He chose to bend his knee up and rest his foot on the sofa, giving Harry even better access.
The hand that Draco didn’t have entwined with Harry’s hair was tugging on Albus’s messy mop. Draco had to admire the younger man’s talent in sucking his cock. After a year of being part of Harry and Draco’s relationship, Albus knew what he liked.
Draco smirked down at Albus as he fisted his own erection faster. He was getting close, Draco could tell. He desperately sucked harder on Draco’s cock as though it was his last salvation. His hand continued to roll Draco’s bollocks, tugging on them lightly as he groaned around the sensitive flesh in his mouth.
Harry added another finger and thrust the digits in and out, loosening the muscles. He heard groaning and he knew that Albus was coming. He didn’t look, he was too busy working Draco’s hole. He added a third and Draco hissed, his hips jerking back and forth frantically. Harry continued to palm his own cock, but didn’t get it out. This was about pleasing Draco, not himself. He heard huffs and pants and he knew that Draco was on the edge of coming.
Harry leaned forward and licked the edge of the tight ring of the muscle around his fingers. He heard Draco hiss louder, before groaning, and the entrance tightened around Harry’s fingers, signalling that Draco had come into Albus’s mouth.
Harry pulled his fingers out, earning himself a grunt from Draco, before he stood and dislodged Draco’s grip from his hair as he went. He saw Draco run a hand through Albus’s hair in thanks and took a step back. His half hard cock slipped out of Albus’s lips. Albus wiped his mouth and grinned up at Draco stupidly before he tucked himself back into his pants.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist from behind. “Remember those days, Draco? When we used to come from just getting someone else off?”
“Ah, the days of being a teenager.” Draco turned to smirk at Harry. He pressed a kiss against Harry’s lips. “Do you want me to get you off?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll go for a shower. But I’m not saying you can’t join me and get me off in there,” he winked before taking a step back. He walked around to stand in front of Draco. “So, what have you just learned?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You’re a good distraction?” He smirked as he leaned down to pick up his pants and underwear. He tugged at his tie and loosened it enough to slip it over his head. His shirt was the next to come off. “Shower?”
“Nope, not that lesson. You already knew that one,” Harry chuckled, “the lesson is there are always positives to a hard day’s work.”
“Ah,” Draco barked with laughter. “I’ll remember that. I’d expect a blowjob and rimjob every time I have a bad day at work, of course. Which is every day.”
“You’re not getting any arguments on our side of this bargain,” Albus said with a laugh of his own.
“Exactly, now let’s go for a shower,” Harry said, reaching out to run a hand down Draco’s chest.
“Can we have another round?” Albus raised an eyebrow.
Harry and Draco both laughed.
“Teenagers,” they said in unison with a shake of their head.
Title: A Hard Day’s Work
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,246 words
Characters: Harry/Draco/Albus Severus
Warnings: Cross gen, age disparity (19/46), rimming, incest (but only to a small degree. There is no touching between father and son. It’s only to the point that they are having sexual relations with the same man). And I guess you could consider it a bit of a PWP.
Summary: Harry and Albus teach Draco there are positives to a hard day's work.
Original Prompt: Own prompt.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Beta: The awesome saintgilbert. <33 Much love for you.
Notes: This was written for hp_3forfun. I'm just reposting in my journal. :)
A Hard Day’s Work
Draco pressed two fingers to his forehead at the feeling of a headache coming on and sighed as he opened the front door to his home. He set his briefcase down on the ground near the door and took off his coat, hanging it on the hook designed for it. He looked into the mirror next to the hook and sighed. He looked like shit, but he always did when he had a hard day at work. Stebbins knew how to push all his buttons, and not in a good way.
“Draco, is that you?”
Draco smiled at the voice of one of his boyfriends and nodded, before realizing that Harry wasn’t even there to see him. It sounded like he was in the kitchen.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied loudly, making his way in the direction of the voice. Like he guessed, Harry was at the sink, washing the dishes. Draco never understood why he chose to do things the Muggle way, but he never argued. He knew that Harry would never change how he wanted things done.
“Bad day at work?” Harry asked, glancing over his shoulder at Draco. He frowned and took a step back after he set down one of the dishes. “What’s wrong?”
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just a shite day, that’s all.”
“Hey, love.”
Draco turned his head and smiled at Albus as he sidled up next to him. He leaned down, pressing a firm kiss on the younger man’s delectable lips. “Hey, you.”
When he turned to peer at Harry again, the man was in front of him. He raised his hands to Draco’s shoulders and massaged them, hard. Draco groaned at the feeling. He loved Harry’s massages.
“Right there,” Draco moaned, closing his eyes as he felt his muscles loosen under Harry’s touch.
“What happened?” The words were whispered close to his ear. Draco shivered at the feel of the hot breath caressing the side of his face.
“Stebbins. I swear the imbecile wants me on my knees, licking his shoes.” Draco groaned in agony as his muscles ached under the skilled hands. He opened his eyes and his gaze flew straight to the lips that hovered near his own. He couldn’t resist leaning in, pressing a passionate kiss to them. Harry always tasted like peppermint whenever they kissed and Draco blamed it on his own toothpaste; Harry seemed obsessed with using it.
Harry broke the kiss and smiled. “Haven’t you seen Kingsley about him? I told you to go see him.” His hands fell down to Draco’s upper arms and he squeezed them reassuringly.
“You should have just hexed the git,” Albus added, a mischievous grin on his face. He still stood to the side of Draco, watching him intently.
“Albus, that wouldn’t help anyone,” Harry chided softly, sending his son a pointed look.
“It’ll teach him a lesson, won’t it?” Albus shrugged his shoulders.
Harry pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything else to him. Instead, he stared at Draco again. “Kingsley would sort it out, Draco.”
“I’d be a rat then, wouldn’t I?” Draco replied. “I’d just be a rat that ran to the big boss over nothing.”
“It wouldn’t be over nothing!” Harry exclaimed with a sigh, “He’s been a bastard to you from the start. He insults you, he insults your family including Albus and I, and he makes you stay ridiculous hours that you don’t get paid for. It’s 8pm, Draco! You should have been home at least three hours ago!”
Draco smirked and pressed a quick, chaste kiss on Harry’s lips. “I love it when you defend me, Potter, but really, it’s not worth it. Is that chicken I smell?”
Harry knew when he lost. He always did when it came to Draco. Draco changed the topic quickly whenever he didn’t want to talk about something. Harry nodded in answer to his question. “Yes. I charmed it to stay hot for you.”
Draco smiled his thanks and walked over to the table. He sat down and pulled the plate of food towards him.
Harry smiled as he watched, before looking at Albus. He tilted his head towards the lounge room and his son nodded. They both walked out of the kitchen. When they made it to the sofa and sat down, Harry pursed his lips.
“You work with Kingsley, Albus, can’t you tell him?”
Albus snorted. “Are you sure Draco would like me telling the boss, Dad?”
“It’s not about what he’d like, Albus. Stebbins is driving him loony,” Harry argued in a hushed tone. He didn’t want Draco to overhear the conversation.
“Draco is a big boy, Dad,” Albus retorted just as quietly.
“Really, Harry, you are quite obvious,” drawled a tone from the doorway.
Harry’s gaze darted to Draco and he sighed. “I worry about you.”
“Like Albus said, I’m a big boy,” Draco responded with a pointed look. He walked further into the room until he was standing in front of both of them. “I don’t need you to hold my hand.”
Harry knew that this conversation was only going to turn into an argument. It usually did, which resulted in all three of them going to bed very cranky. So, he decided to change the topic. “Wasn’t the food nice?”
“It was delicious,” Draco answered truthfully, “just not as hungry as I thought.” Draco’s voice betrayed his feelings. When he talked in a low tone, it usually meant that he wasn’t happy and when he wasn’t happy, it made Harry unhappy. Draco had been through a lot after the war and a lot of it consisted of putting up with the hatred of others.
“You know what you need?” Harry smiled wickedly at the man standing in front of him.
Draco raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his pink lips. “I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”
Harry raised himself to his feet and entwined his arms around Draco’s neck. He pulled the taller man flushed against his body and jerked his hips forward, rubbing their crotches firmly together. “A distraction.”
Draco gasped when their cocks brushed. “And I suppose you’re going to give me that distraction.”
“And me,” Albus intercepted before Harry could say anything else. He stood from the sofa and smiled. His eyes darted down to the connection between Harry and Draco’s crotches and he licked his lips. “I want to join in.”
Harry groaned at the twinge of pleasure in his cock and took a step back. “Shall we take care of Draco, Albus?”
“Definitely,” Albus answered instantly. He took his dad’s former position, but instead of rubbing his cock against Draco’s, he fell to his knees. His hands worked on Draco’s belt quickly. Harry smiled. Ah, youth and their horniness. He could remember those days. With a wink at Draco - whose eyes had darted up from watching Albus for only a second - Harry walked around to his back and also dropped on his knees.
Draco glanced back at him and licked his lips. “And just how are you going to distract me?”
“Oh, you’ll see.” Harry laughed lightly as Draco’s pants and underwear were tugged down together very rapidly. Draco stepped out of them and kicked them away. Albus didn’t waste any time in taking Draco into his mouth, Harry could already hear the slurps. Between Draco’s legs, Harry saw Albus cup his balls and roll them in his hand as he deep throated the older man.
Draco groaned and spread his legs further, giving Harry more access to what he wanted. Harry leaned forward and spread Draco’s arse cheeks, giving him a view of his tight entrance that seemed to quiver in anticipation. Draco groaned above them and thrust his hips forward.
He heard Albus gag. Harry grabbed Draco’s hips and tutted. “No moving, Malfoy. You don’t want to choke my son.”
When he was sure that Draco wasn’t going to move his hips again, he spread his cheeks once more. He leaned in and licked the tight entrance. Draco let out a series of cuss words. Harry smirked and did it again. A hand reached back and grabbed his hair, tugging at his already messy mane. Harry didn’t mind, he was used to it by now. He even enjoyed the roughness.
Harry glanced between Draco’s legs at Albus again and saw that he had lowered the zip of his own pants. His erection was jutting out of the opening and he was fisting it, tugging on the hard flesh as he licked and sucked on Draco’s cock.
Harry smirked and went back to Draco’s hole. He licked it again, this time inserting his tongue into the entrance, jabbing him with it. Draco’s hand fisted his hair hard and he pressed his arse back on Harry’s face.
“Yes! Merlin, put your fingers in there. Shag me with your fingers, Harry.”
Harry grinned and decided to do what he was told. While still tasting Draco with his tongue, he pulled out his wand from his robes. He pulled his tongue away for only a second to murmur, “Accio lube,” before it was back in his hole.
He dropped his wand on the floor beside him and held out one hand, catching the lube as it flew at him. He pulled away from Draco’s arse and flicked open the cap on the tube. The lube squirted out of the small open as Harry squeezed the bottle. When he had the amount he wanted, he closed the lid again and spread the lube on his fingers. He pressed the tip of one of his fingers against the entrance, while his other hand cupped the bulge in his own pants. He rubbed the hard flesh through his pants and watched as the finger breached tight muscles as he pushed it forward.
Draco groaned and pushed his arse back against the finger. He glanced over his shoulder at Harry and licked his lips. He looked conflicted. He went from thrusting his hips forward, to jerking them back against the finger. “Add another one,” he demanded, spreading his legs further. He chose to bend his knee up and rest his foot on the sofa, giving Harry even better access.
The hand that Draco didn’t have entwined with Harry’s hair was tugging on Albus’s messy mop. Draco had to admire the younger man’s talent in sucking his cock. After a year of being part of Harry and Draco’s relationship, Albus knew what he liked.
Draco smirked down at Albus as he fisted his own erection faster. He was getting close, Draco could tell. He desperately sucked harder on Draco’s cock as though it was his last salvation. His hand continued to roll Draco’s bollocks, tugging on them lightly as he groaned around the sensitive flesh in his mouth.
Harry added another finger and thrust the digits in and out, loosening the muscles. He heard groaning and he knew that Albus was coming. He didn’t look, he was too busy working Draco’s hole. He added a third and Draco hissed, his hips jerking back and forth frantically. Harry continued to palm his own cock, but didn’t get it out. This was about pleasing Draco, not himself. He heard huffs and pants and he knew that Draco was on the edge of coming.
Harry leaned forward and licked the edge of the tight ring of the muscle around his fingers. He heard Draco hiss louder, before groaning, and the entrance tightened around Harry’s fingers, signalling that Draco had come into Albus’s mouth.
Harry pulled his fingers out, earning himself a grunt from Draco, before he stood and dislodged Draco’s grip from his hair as he went. He saw Draco run a hand through Albus’s hair in thanks and took a step back. His half hard cock slipped out of Albus’s lips. Albus wiped his mouth and grinned up at Draco stupidly before he tucked himself back into his pants.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist from behind. “Remember those days, Draco? When we used to come from just getting someone else off?”
“Ah, the days of being a teenager.” Draco turned to smirk at Harry. He pressed a kiss against Harry’s lips. “Do you want me to get you off?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll go for a shower. But I’m not saying you can’t join me and get me off in there,” he winked before taking a step back. He walked around to stand in front of Draco. “So, what have you just learned?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You’re a good distraction?” He smirked as he leaned down to pick up his pants and underwear. He tugged at his tie and loosened it enough to slip it over his head. His shirt was the next to come off. “Shower?”
“Nope, not that lesson. You already knew that one,” Harry chuckled, “the lesson is there are always positives to a hard day’s work.”
“Ah,” Draco barked with laughter. “I’ll remember that. I’d expect a blowjob and rimjob every time I have a bad day at work, of course. Which is every day.”
“You’re not getting any arguments on our side of this bargain,” Albus said with a laugh of his own.
“Exactly, now let’s go for a shower,” Harry said, reaching out to run a hand down Draco’s chest.
“Can we have another round?” Albus raised an eyebrow.
Harry and Draco both laughed.
“Teenagers,” they said in unison with a shake of their head.