Art
Title: Art
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt: Heatwave
Word Count: 800
Summary: Harry’s inspired. Draco’s horny.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sexual themes
Notes: A belated birthday fic for withmoore x
“Keep still.”
“I’m trying!”
“Well try harder!”
“It’s not easy standing up here, you know!” Draco informed Harry.
“Well perhaps it would be easier if you kept your mouth closed,” Harry replied.
“I would if you stopped talking to me!”
Harry made a gesture of zipping his mouth shut and Draco was forced to bite back the retort that was practically begging to be rolled off the end of his tongue. Harry grinned at his obvious discomfort of not being able to deliver his comeback before turning his attention back to his painting that consisted of swirls of colour and a blobby figure that was meant to be Draco. Not bad considering he wasn’t an artist. He wasn’t interested in art at all really but the inspiration to paint a model on canvas had been there ever since he had managed to convince Draco that standing in the nude for ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops was perfectly easy. However, almost an hour had now passed and Draco’s interest levels - highly changeable at any given time - were running dangerously low. Coupled with the fact that the entire country had found itself in one of the hottest heatwaves in the past decade, Harry considered himself lucky to have got Draco to stand still for two seconds.
“Almost finished!” said Harry cheerfully, knowing full well he wasn’t.
“Good.”
“I just need you to get erect for me.”
“No problem.”
“Not with your hand!” Harry cried in dismay as Draco moved his right arm from his hip and began stroking his cock. “Put it back where it was.” Draco bristled with anger at being bossed around like this but did as Harry ordered as he thought back to his extra special birthday weekend a fortnight ago when Harry had to do everything he ordered and they didn’t leave the bedroom once.
“Now get hard.”
Draco looked at him with an unimpressed look on his face. “No doubt you had good intentions in mind Harry, but this isn’t exactly erotic or comfortable. We should have done my art idea instead.”
“And you think that making a mould of your cock would have been more erotic and comfortable?”
“Not my cock. Yours.”
Harry rolled his eyes as he got up from his stool and made his way over to Draco.
“Harry, what …” His voice trailed off into a low and satisfied groan as Harry took the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the edge before flicking it over the sensitive tip. At the same time he brushed his fingers lightly over Draco’s hole, setting him off in that tingling way Harry knew he liked. And he wasn’t wrong as the winning combination Harry had perfected so well - along with many others - began to work its magic and Draco grew hard as Harry opened his throat and allowed Draco’s cock to completely invade his mouth. He got all the way to the balls and even managed to open his mouth wider and slide the tip of his tongue up and down the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, Harry!” And that was Harry’s signal to pull away and rush back over to his work in progress. “Hey!”
“Just stay like that,” said Harry importantly, sitting back down on the stool and adding some new details to the painting.
Draco did as he was told at first and tried to remain perfectly still for Harry, until a wicked idea came into his head. And when a wicked idea came to Draco, it was hard for him to ignore it. So quite purposefully, he started to think of various undesirables naked (mainly Ginny Weasley) and pretty soon Harry was back in his rightful position, kneeling between his legs.
He didn’t say a word this time when Harry took him into his mouth and tried to keep his breaths quiet. Perfect timing was essential.
He bit back a gasp as Harry took all of him in and tried his best not to fuck his face like he wanted to. He looked down and silently noted Harry’s rhythm and when he felt his balls tighten and that familiar churning sensation begin to take place in his stomach he quickly pulled back, wrapped his hand tightly against the base of his cock and stroked urgently. He barely had time to hear Harry’s protests before they were cut off as he came, shooting all over his unwilling face and still wanking furiously after he was done, squeezing out the last drops before he smeared the blobs of spunk around with the head of his cock. He stepped back and cocked his head to one side, admiring his handiwork. Harry wasn’t the only artist around here.
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt: Heatwave
Word Count: 800
Summary: Harry’s inspired. Draco’s horny.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sexual themes
Notes: A belated birthday fic for withmoore x
“Keep still.”
“I’m trying!”
“Well try harder!”
“It’s not easy standing up here, you know!” Draco informed Harry.
“Well perhaps it would be easier if you kept your mouth closed,” Harry replied.
“I would if you stopped talking to me!”
Harry made a gesture of zipping his mouth shut and Draco was forced to bite back the retort that was practically begging to be rolled off the end of his tongue. Harry grinned at his obvious discomfort of not being able to deliver his comeback before turning his attention back to his painting that consisted of swirls of colour and a blobby figure that was meant to be Draco. Not bad considering he wasn’t an artist. He wasn’t interested in art at all really but the inspiration to paint a model on canvas had been there ever since he had managed to convince Draco that standing in the nude for ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops was perfectly easy. However, almost an hour had now passed and Draco’s interest levels - highly changeable at any given time - were running dangerously low. Coupled with the fact that the entire country had found itself in one of the hottest heatwaves in the past decade, Harry considered himself lucky to have got Draco to stand still for two seconds.
“Almost finished!” said Harry cheerfully, knowing full well he wasn’t.
“Good.”
“I just need you to get erect for me.”
“No problem.”
“Not with your hand!” Harry cried in dismay as Draco moved his right arm from his hip and began stroking his cock. “Put it back where it was.” Draco bristled with anger at being bossed around like this but did as Harry ordered as he thought back to his extra special birthday weekend a fortnight ago when Harry had to do everything he ordered and they didn’t leave the bedroom once.
“Now get hard.”
Draco looked at him with an unimpressed look on his face. “No doubt you had good intentions in mind Harry, but this isn’t exactly erotic or comfortable. We should have done my art idea instead.”
“And you think that making a mould of your cock would have been more erotic and comfortable?”
“Not my cock. Yours.”
Harry rolled his eyes as he got up from his stool and made his way over to Draco.
“Harry, what …” His voice trailed off into a low and satisfied groan as Harry took the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the edge before flicking it over the sensitive tip. At the same time he brushed his fingers lightly over Draco’s hole, setting him off in that tingling way Harry knew he liked. And he wasn’t wrong as the winning combination Harry had perfected so well - along with many others - began to work its magic and Draco grew hard as Harry opened his throat and allowed Draco’s cock to completely invade his mouth. He got all the way to the balls and even managed to open his mouth wider and slide the tip of his tongue up and down the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, Harry!” And that was Harry’s signal to pull away and rush back over to his work in progress. “Hey!”
“Just stay like that,” said Harry importantly, sitting back down on the stool and adding some new details to the painting.
Draco did as he was told at first and tried to remain perfectly still for Harry, until a wicked idea came into his head. And when a wicked idea came to Draco, it was hard for him to ignore it. So quite purposefully, he started to think of various undesirables naked (mainly Ginny Weasley) and pretty soon Harry was back in his rightful position, kneeling between his legs.
He didn’t say a word this time when Harry took him into his mouth and tried to keep his breaths quiet. Perfect timing was essential.
He bit back a gasp as Harry took all of him in and tried his best not to fuck his face like he wanted to. He looked down and silently noted Harry’s rhythm and when he felt his balls tighten and that familiar churning sensation begin to take place in his stomach he quickly pulled back, wrapped his hand tightly against the base of his cock and stroked urgently. He barely had time to hear Harry’s protests before they were cut off as he came, shooting all over his unwilling face and still wanking furiously after he was done, squeezing out the last drops before he smeared the blobs of spunk around with the head of his cock. He stepped back and cocked his head to one side, admiring his handiwork. Harry wasn’t the only artist around here.