Booted
Title: Booted
Author: lokifan
Word count: 800
Rating NC-17
Warnings: jealousy, slight D/s, kind-of exhibitionism, Draco being incorrigible
Challenge: flirt (I WILL catch up, damnit)
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for adores_draco - I’m still working on your birthday fic, babe, but until then have some jealous!Harry!
Draco smiled slowly up at Terry. “So how was your weekend?”
Terry smiled back, and was halfway through an anecdote that had Draco chuckling when -
“Ow!” Draco turned to see Harry behind him, his jawline nearly as tight as his grip on Draco’s arm. “Draco, can we talk? Now?”
Draco frowned. “I suppose.” He smiled apologetically at Terry, and followed Harry to his messy Auror’s cubicle.
Harry turned, and Draco almost flinched back. His boyfriend was bristling: his shoulders bunched, his face red, his lips pressed together as if to stop curses flying out. “You were flirting with Boot! Again!”
~*~
“I was not!” Draco snapped back. “We were having a friendly chat.”
“Very friendly!”
“For goodness’ sake. I know your social life is comprised of two people and me, but there is nothing to be jealous about!”
Harry snarled. “Nothing? It’s not nothing when you keep laughing at his stupid stories and he’s always staring at your arse!”
“Really?” Draco said, preening. “I had no idea.” At Harry’s apoplectic face he said hastily, “not that I’d do anything with him, of course. I’m your boyfriend, not his. Boot might stare, but you’re the only one who gets to touch.”
~*~
Harry paused, looking a little wrong-footed by Draco’s soft voice. “You just remember that,” he said finally. “If I see you flirting again, I’ll fuck you right here to remind you.”
Draco felt his breath stop. He managed to say, “right here? Really?” in almost-even tones.
“I’ll take you into my cubicle, or yours, or fuck it, Terry’s, and shag you until the only word you can remember is my name.” Draco blinked up at him. “Unless you want that to happen, keep away from him.”
A week later:
“Wow, Terry!” Draco said adoringly. “You caught him all by yourself?”
~*~
Draco couldn’t be flirting again. But he was. Harry didn’t bother explaining himself, simply marched in, grabbed Draco and took him to his cubicle. Then he pushed Draco against the desk. “Strip. I’ll Disillusion us while I fuck you.”
Draco stared up at him with huge grey eyes, pink rising in his cheeks as if he’d been slapped. “But if anyone comes looking properly, they’ll see through it - ”
“Then you’ll have to keep quiet,” Harry snapped, and jerked off his tie. He moved in, began stripping Draco, revealing naked flesh under his hands. Draco shuddered as his boxers came off.
~*~
Once they were naked, Harry spun Draco round, tugging him back against his body. Draco gasped, trembling and fidgeting and overheated. “Bend over,” Harry breathed into his ear, with a slick side of teeth over Draco’s earlobe.
Draco bent over the desk, his trembling arms keeping him up as Harry dipped gentle, relentless fingers between his cheeks. Draco’s head dipped, and Harry’s papers crinkled as Draco’s fingers tightened their grip on the desk. The everyday sounds of the Aurors rose around them: voices, footsteps, the flare of fireplaces. Harry’s fingers curved to press Draco’s prostate, forcing the moan from him.
~*~
“No, keep quiet,” Harry murmured teasingly. “You’re not to share your noises with our colleagues.”
“Then don’t fuck me here,” Draco choked out, then gasped as Harry folded a rude hand over his cock. Harry chuckled at the proof of how much Draco wanted this; Draco rubbed himself shamelessly against him.
“Then don’t flirt with Boot,” Harry tossed back, and pushed inside him.
Draco made a low, cut-off sound at the familiar intrusion. Harry began to thrust, and wrapped one hand over Draco’s mouth, the other stripping his cock. Draco’s body rose in a tight arch against them both.
~*~
“You’re such a slut, Draco,” Harry whispered in his ear. Draco made an indignant noise, then quietened at nearby footsteps. “Oh, but you are. You’d let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t you? What if I called the other Aurors now? You’d show Boot you’re only mine.”
Heat rose in Draco’s body at the idea of Harry showing him off, showing all their colleagues what Draco was like in the throes of orgasm, laying claim to him against all comers.
Harry was thrusting faster now, the images affecting him too. He sank his teeth into Draco’s sweaty shoulder, shuddering, and came.
~*~
Harry kept moving, a rough hand moving on Draco’s cock - “come on, you’re mine, come for me, Draco,” - and Draco arched and did, helplessly, his orgasm whiting out his mind.
He came round with the two of them still folded together, sweaty and panting. “Draco?” Harry’s voice was almost timid, odd-sounding after his jealousy. “You don’t like Boot, really, do you?”
Draco heaved himself up, and turned to meet Harry’s anxious green eyes: he leant forward and kissed him. “It’s not Boot I’m working up into a mad fit of jealousy so he’ll fuck me at work, is it?”
“You - !”
Author: lokifan
Word count: 800
Rating NC-17
Warnings: jealousy, slight D/s, kind-of exhibitionism, Draco being incorrigible
Challenge: flirt (I WILL catch up, damnit)
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for adores_draco - I’m still working on your birthday fic, babe, but until then have some jealous!Harry!
Draco smiled slowly up at Terry. “So how was your weekend?”
Terry smiled back, and was halfway through an anecdote that had Draco chuckling when -
“Ow!” Draco turned to see Harry behind him, his jawline nearly as tight as his grip on Draco’s arm. “Draco, can we talk? Now?”
Draco frowned. “I suppose.” He smiled apologetically at Terry, and followed Harry to his messy Auror’s cubicle.
Harry turned, and Draco almost flinched back. His boyfriend was bristling: his shoulders bunched, his face red, his lips pressed together as if to stop curses flying out. “You were flirting with Boot! Again!”
~*~
“I was not!” Draco snapped back. “We were having a friendly chat.”
“Very friendly!”
“For goodness’ sake. I know your social life is comprised of two people and me, but there is nothing to be jealous about!”
Harry snarled. “Nothing? It’s not nothing when you keep laughing at his stupid stories and he’s always staring at your arse!”
“Really?” Draco said, preening. “I had no idea.” At Harry’s apoplectic face he said hastily, “not that I’d do anything with him, of course. I’m your boyfriend, not his. Boot might stare, but you’re the only one who gets to touch.”
~*~
Harry paused, looking a little wrong-footed by Draco’s soft voice. “You just remember that,” he said finally. “If I see you flirting again, I’ll fuck you right here to remind you.”
Draco felt his breath stop. He managed to say, “right here? Really?” in almost-even tones.
“I’ll take you into my cubicle, or yours, or fuck it, Terry’s, and shag you until the only word you can remember is my name.” Draco blinked up at him. “Unless you want that to happen, keep away from him.”
A week later:
“Wow, Terry!” Draco said adoringly. “You caught him all by yourself?”
~*~
Draco couldn’t be flirting again. But he was. Harry didn’t bother explaining himself, simply marched in, grabbed Draco and took him to his cubicle. Then he pushed Draco against the desk. “Strip. I’ll Disillusion us while I fuck you.”
Draco stared up at him with huge grey eyes, pink rising in his cheeks as if he’d been slapped. “But if anyone comes looking properly, they’ll see through it - ”
“Then you’ll have to keep quiet,” Harry snapped, and jerked off his tie. He moved in, began stripping Draco, revealing naked flesh under his hands. Draco shuddered as his boxers came off.
~*~
Once they were naked, Harry spun Draco round, tugging him back against his body. Draco gasped, trembling and fidgeting and overheated. “Bend over,” Harry breathed into his ear, with a slick side of teeth over Draco’s earlobe.
Draco bent over the desk, his trembling arms keeping him up as Harry dipped gentle, relentless fingers between his cheeks. Draco’s head dipped, and Harry’s papers crinkled as Draco’s fingers tightened their grip on the desk. The everyday sounds of the Aurors rose around them: voices, footsteps, the flare of fireplaces. Harry’s fingers curved to press Draco’s prostate, forcing the moan from him.
~*~
“No, keep quiet,” Harry murmured teasingly. “You’re not to share your noises with our colleagues.”
“Then don’t fuck me here,” Draco choked out, then gasped as Harry folded a rude hand over his cock. Harry chuckled at the proof of how much Draco wanted this; Draco rubbed himself shamelessly against him.
“Then don’t flirt with Boot,” Harry tossed back, and pushed inside him.
Draco made a low, cut-off sound at the familiar intrusion. Harry began to thrust, and wrapped one hand over Draco’s mouth, the other stripping his cock. Draco’s body rose in a tight arch against them both.
~*~
“You’re such a slut, Draco,” Harry whispered in his ear. Draco made an indignant noise, then quietened at nearby footsteps. “Oh, but you are. You’d let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t you? What if I called the other Aurors now? You’d show Boot you’re only mine.”
Heat rose in Draco’s body at the idea of Harry showing him off, showing all their colleagues what Draco was like in the throes of orgasm, laying claim to him against all comers.
Harry was thrusting faster now, the images affecting him too. He sank his teeth into Draco’s sweaty shoulder, shuddering, and came.
~*~
Harry kept moving, a rough hand moving on Draco’s cock - “come on, you’re mine, come for me, Draco,” - and Draco arched and did, helplessly, his orgasm whiting out his mind.
He came round with the two of them still folded together, sweaty and panting. “Draco?” Harry’s voice was almost timid, odd-sounding after his jealousy. “You don’t like Boot, really, do you?”
Draco heaved himself up, and turned to meet Harry’s anxious green eyes: he leant forward and kissed him. “It’s not Boot I’m working up into a mad fit of jealousy so he’ll fuck me at work, is it?”
“You - !”