Happy Valentines Day
i actually thought this was belated until i logged on and saw the special day was today ::is pleased::
Title: Happy Valentines Day
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Fluffy (I tried!) and dirty sex [edit]: i just looked at the prompt again to double-check it was right and it was actually dirty (but fluffy) sex ::cries:: i've done it the other way around. i hope you still like it::hugs::
Word Count: 1700
Summary: Harry didn’t like the first present so Draco comes up with another
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sex & sexual themes, domination
Notes: Birthday gift!fic for softly_sweetly x
Harry stared at the unsightly mess that lay before him and tried his best to look pleased. An anxious Draco hovered behind him wringing his hands anxiously and asking if he had done it right and Harry didn’t have the heart to say no. Unfortunately he didn’t have the stomach to eat this ‘breakfast’ either and he was left in quite a predicament. It had been his idea to do something simple for each other for Valentines day. He had had enough of Draco presenting him with ostentatious gifts and then having to hurry out later the same day to buy more stuff for a fuming Draco, who loudly complained that Harry couldn’t possibly love him as much as he loved Harry because he hadn’t bought him as many things. So he’d put his foot down and told Draco in no uncertain terms that this year was different and they were going to exchange things that didn’t cost anything (Draco’s face fell) and were meaningful and not materialistic (Draco’s face fell further) and did he absolutely understand that, because he wasn’t going out this year to buy more gifts just because Draco hadn’t kept up his end of the deal no matter how much he moaned.
Harry’s present for Draco had gone down rather well. He wasn’t sure whether Draco would like it but he did seem genuinely happy with the photo album and the pictures Harry had managed to collate, some he didn’t even know existed. And it had a great charm that Hermione had cleverly cast on it where random photos would be taken whenever they were together and added themselves to the album and they both marvelled when they reached the final page and another page appeared with a photo of them looking at the photo album. But when it came to Harry’s present, Draco had just raised his eyebrows in a mysterious manner and locked himself in the kitchen. He had stayed there for most of the morning and when Harry had finally knocked on the door to complain of being hungry and could he please let him in, Draco unlocked it, proudly presenting a breakfast tray.
“A traditional Muggle breakfast just for you,” he said grandly, setting it down on the table and ushered Harry into a seat. And it was here that he stood behind him, waiting nervously for Harry’s verdict while Harry pushed the so-called food around his plate with his fork and trying to decide which was the lesser of evils to put in his mouth first. He decided to go with the fried egg even though the yolk had a disturbing green tint to it and he cut a little piece off and brought it to his mouth tentatively. After faking a sudden coughing fit and then ‘accidentally’ dropping his fork on the floor, he realised there was no other way around it and when Draco had returned from the kitchen with another fork, he licked, and then put a bit of egg in his mouth. He chewed for about twenty seconds, nodding and smiling but not actually swallowing until Draco looked so worried he felt bad and let it slide down his throat.
A big mistake.
“I ruined Valentines day,” Draco said forlornly the next day. They were sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking through the photo album and the latest photo that had added itself to it: Harry being sick onto his present.
“No you didn’t,” Harry reassured him. “It was a lovely idea.”
“It was a stupid idea!” Draco fumed. “I knew I should have gone with mine! That’s the last time I’m ever listening to Weasley. Trust him to think up something involving food.”
Harry snickered. “Well, what was your idea?”
Draco grinned knowingly and then started to climb up on top of him, causing Harry to fall onto his back on the sofa and effectively trapping him underneath his body. Then, with no finesse or romantic gestures, Draco started pulling Harry’s clothes off, ripping his shirt and causing a few buttons to fall off and then tugging the legs of his jeans so hard that he almost staggered back into the television when Harry eventually kicked his legs free. Tossing the jeans aside, Draco walked over and in one swift movement, rolled Harry onto his front, rested his knee across his back ignoring Harry’s muffled cries into the cushion and yanked down his underwear.
“If this is my present shouldn’t I be the one getting to do this to you?”
Draco slapped his bare arse twice for talking out of turn; one stinging smack on each cheek that began to flare up a nice flushed red immediately and Harry quietened down. He heard Draco chuckle from behind.
“Good boy,” he said fondly. Harry obliged when Draco reached for his arms and held them firmly behind his back and even held them in place by himself obediently when Draco reached for his wand to bind them together. But then Draco disappeared for a while and Harry, after not hearing any noise, lifted his head to look around. No sooner than he had done so, he felt a hand roughly shove his face back down into the sofa and then Draco’s voice, close to his ear, growled, “Keep your fucking head down, Potter,” and despite the rough treatment (or because of the rough treatment) Harry’s hard cock started to throb and he bucked and pushed his hips forward into the sofa as best as he could in this tied-up position but Draco didn’t seem to like that and, picking him up easily (and Harry was genuinely amazed at how little effort it seemed to require) he tossed him over his shoulder and carried him through the house, delivering hard slaps to his arse whenever he felt like it. He’d been slapped around, tied-up and was now being carried in the same manner as a caveman would have carried him off and he was the hardest he had ever been in his entire life.
He heard Draco fiddling with a door and then he shivered when cold February air hit his bare arse cheeks and made his legs go all goosepimply. So cold was the air on his naked skin that it took him a while to suddenly realise the horror that a fully clothed Draco was carrying his naked self outside for the whole street to see. His heart lurched wildly and the fact that he couldn’t see where he was going made it even worse and just as they exited the front door and Harry was seriously considering to tell Draco to stop, he was placed on his feet, spun around and then roughly shoved forward. Harry landed on something red and very shiny but upon trying to lift his head to take more of it in, he again felt Draco’s hand come crashing down on the back of his neck and keeping him in place.
“Never mind trying to see what’s going on, you just worry about getting me off,” he heard Draco say, almost affectionately and Harry’s cock pricked up and he shivered again, this time not in coldness, but anticipation. He no longer cared whether anyone could witness them, he could certainly hear voices in the distance but all he needed now was Draco to fill him and his cock twitched more when he felt Draco’s hands slide down his back, kneading his arse cheeks apart and then he felt Draco spit in his hole before he pushed his knee in between his legs and spread him wider for easier access. Harry heard him unzipping and then, with no warning, he felt Draco nudging at his hole and he hissed, sucking air through his teeth and grinding them together when he started to push his cock in, feeling Draco’s nails scratching down his back and he rested his head against the cool redness he was sprawled out over as he did his best to block out the burning sensation that was ripping him open from behind. When Draco had accommodated himself inside of him nicely, he rested his hands on Harry’s hips and then started to thrust mercilessly, seemingly enjoying Harry’s choked back cries and pumping harder whenever he let out a particularly loud one. Harry felt one hand leave his hip and snake his around his waist and then Draco was stroking his cock urgently and expertly as he continued to fuck him hard, only stopping when Harry was close to release, at which point he would cup his balls instead, keeping him hard but not letting him come. Harry felt his pace quicken and then he let out another moan when Draco started rotating his hips, fucking up his hole at every angle and loosening him up more before he crashed his weight down on top of Harry’s naked back and just started to hump him lazily, all the while whispering in his ear and telling him what a dirty little whore he was. Harry felt him work his cock again and even though he wanted to last he couldn’t and he couldn’t cry out to tell Draco to slow down and roared when Draco allowed him to explode, arching his back up against Draco’s chest and then turning his neck to the side when Draco forced it that way by his hair to capture him in a frenzied kiss before he backed up and held him by his hips again and ferociously fucked him with quick, sharp stabs before he too let out a loud cry and then sunk bank on top of him, humping into his arse as he released himself inside of him.
“It’s yours,” said Draco, a pleased smile on his face.
Harry looked out of the window to the convertible and it’s bonnet he’d just been taken on and then turned to Draco. “Neither of us drive.”
“It’s not for driving,” Draco scoffed. “It’s for fucking.”
“You bought me a car -”
“Happy Valentines day!”
“ - Just so we could have sex on it!?”
“…And in it.”
“How much was this!?” Harry demanded.
“Well let’s just say that once you’ve cleaned yourself up, you better get that pretty little arse of yours into town and start hitting the shops. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do!”
Title: Happy Valentines Day
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Fluffy (I tried!) and dirty sex [edit]: i just looked at the prompt again to double-check it was right and it was actually dirty (but fluffy) sex ::cries:: i've done it the other way around. i hope you still like it::hugs::
Word Count: 1700
Summary: Harry didn’t like the first present so Draco comes up with another
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sex & sexual themes, domination
Notes: Birthday gift!fic for softly_sweetly x
Harry stared at the unsightly mess that lay before him and tried his best to look pleased. An anxious Draco hovered behind him wringing his hands anxiously and asking if he had done it right and Harry didn’t have the heart to say no. Unfortunately he didn’t have the stomach to eat this ‘breakfast’ either and he was left in quite a predicament. It had been his idea to do something simple for each other for Valentines day. He had had enough of Draco presenting him with ostentatious gifts and then having to hurry out later the same day to buy more stuff for a fuming Draco, who loudly complained that Harry couldn’t possibly love him as much as he loved Harry because he hadn’t bought him as many things. So he’d put his foot down and told Draco in no uncertain terms that this year was different and they were going to exchange things that didn’t cost anything (Draco’s face fell) and were meaningful and not materialistic (Draco’s face fell further) and did he absolutely understand that, because he wasn’t going out this year to buy more gifts just because Draco hadn’t kept up his end of the deal no matter how much he moaned.
Harry’s present for Draco had gone down rather well. He wasn’t sure whether Draco would like it but he did seem genuinely happy with the photo album and the pictures Harry had managed to collate, some he didn’t even know existed. And it had a great charm that Hermione had cleverly cast on it where random photos would be taken whenever they were together and added themselves to the album and they both marvelled when they reached the final page and another page appeared with a photo of them looking at the photo album. But when it came to Harry’s present, Draco had just raised his eyebrows in a mysterious manner and locked himself in the kitchen. He had stayed there for most of the morning and when Harry had finally knocked on the door to complain of being hungry and could he please let him in, Draco unlocked it, proudly presenting a breakfast tray.
“A traditional Muggle breakfast just for you,” he said grandly, setting it down on the table and ushered Harry into a seat. And it was here that he stood behind him, waiting nervously for Harry’s verdict while Harry pushed the so-called food around his plate with his fork and trying to decide which was the lesser of evils to put in his mouth first. He decided to go with the fried egg even though the yolk had a disturbing green tint to it and he cut a little piece off and brought it to his mouth tentatively. After faking a sudden coughing fit and then ‘accidentally’ dropping his fork on the floor, he realised there was no other way around it and when Draco had returned from the kitchen with another fork, he licked, and then put a bit of egg in his mouth. He chewed for about twenty seconds, nodding and smiling but not actually swallowing until Draco looked so worried he felt bad and let it slide down his throat.
A big mistake.
“I ruined Valentines day,” Draco said forlornly the next day. They were sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking through the photo album and the latest photo that had added itself to it: Harry being sick onto his present.
“No you didn’t,” Harry reassured him. “It was a lovely idea.”
“It was a stupid idea!” Draco fumed. “I knew I should have gone with mine! That’s the last time I’m ever listening to Weasley. Trust him to think up something involving food.”
Harry snickered. “Well, what was your idea?”
Draco grinned knowingly and then started to climb up on top of him, causing Harry to fall onto his back on the sofa and effectively trapping him underneath his body. Then, with no finesse or romantic gestures, Draco started pulling Harry’s clothes off, ripping his shirt and causing a few buttons to fall off and then tugging the legs of his jeans so hard that he almost staggered back into the television when Harry eventually kicked his legs free. Tossing the jeans aside, Draco walked over and in one swift movement, rolled Harry onto his front, rested his knee across his back ignoring Harry’s muffled cries into the cushion and yanked down his underwear.
“If this is my present shouldn’t I be the one getting to do this to you?”
Draco slapped his bare arse twice for talking out of turn; one stinging smack on each cheek that began to flare up a nice flushed red immediately and Harry quietened down. He heard Draco chuckle from behind.
“Good boy,” he said fondly. Harry obliged when Draco reached for his arms and held them firmly behind his back and even held them in place by himself obediently when Draco reached for his wand to bind them together. But then Draco disappeared for a while and Harry, after not hearing any noise, lifted his head to look around. No sooner than he had done so, he felt a hand roughly shove his face back down into the sofa and then Draco’s voice, close to his ear, growled, “Keep your fucking head down, Potter,” and despite the rough treatment (or because of the rough treatment) Harry’s hard cock started to throb and he bucked and pushed his hips forward into the sofa as best as he could in this tied-up position but Draco didn’t seem to like that and, picking him up easily (and Harry was genuinely amazed at how little effort it seemed to require) he tossed him over his shoulder and carried him through the house, delivering hard slaps to his arse whenever he felt like it. He’d been slapped around, tied-up and was now being carried in the same manner as a caveman would have carried him off and he was the hardest he had ever been in his entire life.
He heard Draco fiddling with a door and then he shivered when cold February air hit his bare arse cheeks and made his legs go all goosepimply. So cold was the air on his naked skin that it took him a while to suddenly realise the horror that a fully clothed Draco was carrying his naked self outside for the whole street to see. His heart lurched wildly and the fact that he couldn’t see where he was going made it even worse and just as they exited the front door and Harry was seriously considering to tell Draco to stop, he was placed on his feet, spun around and then roughly shoved forward. Harry landed on something red and very shiny but upon trying to lift his head to take more of it in, he again felt Draco’s hand come crashing down on the back of his neck and keeping him in place.
“Never mind trying to see what’s going on, you just worry about getting me off,” he heard Draco say, almost affectionately and Harry’s cock pricked up and he shivered again, this time not in coldness, but anticipation. He no longer cared whether anyone could witness them, he could certainly hear voices in the distance but all he needed now was Draco to fill him and his cock twitched more when he felt Draco’s hands slide down his back, kneading his arse cheeks apart and then he felt Draco spit in his hole before he pushed his knee in between his legs and spread him wider for easier access. Harry heard him unzipping and then, with no warning, he felt Draco nudging at his hole and he hissed, sucking air through his teeth and grinding them together when he started to push his cock in, feeling Draco’s nails scratching down his back and he rested his head against the cool redness he was sprawled out over as he did his best to block out the burning sensation that was ripping him open from behind. When Draco had accommodated himself inside of him nicely, he rested his hands on Harry’s hips and then started to thrust mercilessly, seemingly enjoying Harry’s choked back cries and pumping harder whenever he let out a particularly loud one. Harry felt one hand leave his hip and snake his around his waist and then Draco was stroking his cock urgently and expertly as he continued to fuck him hard, only stopping when Harry was close to release, at which point he would cup his balls instead, keeping him hard but not letting him come. Harry felt his pace quicken and then he let out another moan when Draco started rotating his hips, fucking up his hole at every angle and loosening him up more before he crashed his weight down on top of Harry’s naked back and just started to hump him lazily, all the while whispering in his ear and telling him what a dirty little whore he was. Harry felt him work his cock again and even though he wanted to last he couldn’t and he couldn’t cry out to tell Draco to slow down and roared when Draco allowed him to explode, arching his back up against Draco’s chest and then turning his neck to the side when Draco forced it that way by his hair to capture him in a frenzied kiss before he backed up and held him by his hips again and ferociously fucked him with quick, sharp stabs before he too let out a loud cry and then sunk bank on top of him, humping into his arse as he released himself inside of him.
“It’s yours,” said Draco, a pleased smile on his face.
Harry looked out of the window to the convertible and it’s bonnet he’d just been taken on and then turned to Draco. “Neither of us drive.”
“It’s not for driving,” Draco scoffed. “It’s for fucking.”
“You bought me a car -”
“Happy Valentines day!”
“ - Just so we could have sex on it!?”
“…And in it.”
“How much was this!?” Harry demanded.
“Well let’s just say that once you’ve cleaned yourself up, you better get that pretty little arse of yours into town and start hitting the shops. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do!”