Drabble w Art: How Harry Got His Happy Ending (h/d)

Feb 26, 2010 01:10

Title: How Harry Got His Happy Ending.
Author & Artist: karlen4
Characters: Draco, Harry
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humor/Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 1,204

Disclaimer: JK Rowling and her publishers own everything! Not written for profit.
Media: Tablet
Preview:




Harry threw his head back in pleasure, his glasses flying off his face and onto the stone floor at the sudden movement. It didn't matter. Right now, nothing could possibly matter except for the warm heat slowly engulfing his achingly hard erection.

"Draaaaco", he rasped out, oh god, oh god, I need more more more more, the sensation was overwhelming. He reached down with both hands and firmly pulled the blonde head further down his cock, hissing in pleasure. I think I'm in love. A blissful smile crossed his face, and he moved one of his hands to lightly run through the silky white-blonde strands. That's it. His cock was fairly leaking precum now as he felt the petal-soft lips touch briefly onto his lower stomach. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open in horror as he felt his hands being slapped away from the fair head and the warm suction disappear from his cock. No no no nonononono I was so close. He slowly brought his head forward so that he could look at his boyfriend who was still on his knees, face inches away from his twitching member.

Draco's face was screwed up strangely, and he looked distinctly unhappy. Fuck. Harry squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, and sent a silent apology to his aching erection. It would have to be dealt with later. He just waited in silence, knowing from experience that Draco would speak up when he had figured out what to say.

As if on cue: "It tickles."

Definitely not what I expected to hear. Harry thought with relief. Well, before he saw the annoyance in his boyfriend's stormy grey eyes.

"I don't like being tickled, Potter." Bah. Last name and Draco was even scrunching up his nose, which he almost never did for fear of wrinkles. His mind was still in a daze from receiving his first ever blowjob, and just watched in shock as the blonde stood up from the unforgiving floor and wiped daintily at his mouth. Draco leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on the corner of his slack mouth, before disappearing in a swirl of robes and blonde hair.

Harry gazed down at his drooping cock, and as his mind began to clear, he knew a situation this dire required a second opinion.

****

Hermione gazed at her best friend in exasperation. Honestly she huffed silently. What would my boys do without me? She reached out to pat Harry's hand comfortingly. He looked absolutely miserable.

"It's been a full week! We haven't seen each other outside of classes since. I don't even know what he's talking about! How is-" he broke off, blushing. She continued to wait impatiently. "How is... that ticklish?"

"It isn't that complicated, Harry. He said it tickled only after his face came into contact with your pelvis, correct?"

"Yeah." Harry was blushing a bright pink, but the misery and desperation in his eyes made her take pity on him, and she avoided teasing him any longer.

"Well. Then, I would say that answer should be obvious." She smiled smugly, pleased with herself for knowing the answer. It didn't matter that she hadn't even experienced her first kiss yet, because she'd already read a book about the matter.

She leaned across the library table, and gestured for Harry to do the same. "Are you hairy, down there?" She waited for a couple seconds before realization dawned in his eyes, as he nodded his head "yes". She just lifted her eyebrows at him, as she sat back in her chair.

"Thanks, Mione. I don't know what I would do without you!" He jumped up from the wooden chair and reached out to ruffle her hair, before running out of the library. Boys, she lamented to herself, with a long-suffering sigh thrown in for good measure before she continued writing her potions essay.

****

Draco let out a muffled scream as he was dragged kicking and screaming into a dark room.

"Shh, love. It's me." Harry's warm voice sent shivers of arousal up his spine, even as his silver eyes narrowed with suspicion. "I've got a present for you." He knows me too well. Draco cackled happily in the safety of his mind. This had better be a good present. Maybe a pet dragon? His eyes lit up excitedly at the thought.

****

Harry was watching his boyfriend with amused indulgence. He's so excited to see my cock, he thought happily. I must have the best boyfriend in the world. He gently released his hold on Draco, ripped off his clothes, and climbed onto the bed, arranging himself invitingly. Without further ado, he asked the Room of Requirement to turn on the lights.

He waited excitedly as Draco blinked in shock from the suddenly bright room, and smirked in triumph as he saw the look of awe on his face. His cock got impossibly harder. He reached a hand down to stroke it suggestively, hoping desperately that his boyfriend would get the hint.

****

Merciful Morgana. Draco could barely breathe. It must be at least ten inches long! It certainly didn't seem that big before. He forced himself not to swoon. Ten inches of smooth, hairless cock. He literally began to ache with the urge to have that glorious weight against his tongue, against his lips, anywhere, everywhere....

He unconsciously began to kneel to get to eye level with the proud organ, and grabbed at it tentatively. A low moan from above was all it took to break his composure. Within seconds, Draco had deepthroated the whole length and was swallowing around it, the sensation driving Harry to madness.

He winced slightly as he felt the large, callused hands move to caress his head. Not again... He closed his eyes in silent prayer and began to suck even harder, moving his head up and down, attempting to stop what he knew was coming next. Ahhhh! Tickles! It was a struggle not to bite down on Harry's cock as his body shook with the urge to laugh. Once again, he pulled off the lovely length with a pop and glared at Harry.

****

I'm going to need therapy. Harry despaired, when he saw Draco glaring at him.

"Harry." He was in trouble. "Don't tickle me!" He didn't know what he was doing wrong! Glancing down at himself, he double-checked that he had indeed shaved himself properly. Oh no, Draco's lips were starting to form a pout. He was utterly helpless in the face of Draco's pouty lips.

"What am I doing wrong? How am I tickling you, love?" He asked, his voice trembling slightly near the end with frustrated arousal.

"My hair is really sensitive! And you keep tickling me!" Those shiny grey eyes were glaring up at him accusingly. Oh. Harry blushed. Of course! It was so obvious... Draco had even complained of it before when they would cuddle together, but- but it wasn't his fault! That hair's damn irresistible! Draco knew the effect it had on Harry so he usually kept it gelled back, but recently he'd taken to wearing it loose, and it really wasn't his fault...

Suddenly, he had an idea.

"What if we asked the room for something a little more specific?" He asked his boyfriend, leering at him suggestively.



... and that's how Harry got his happy ending.

*The end*

Cross-posted to HD_Fanart & The Bottom!Draco Community

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