A Few Drabbles
Hmm. Just stumbled across the drabbles I wrote months ago in response to prompts for Azcatraz at Home.
Have some!
"My mother says I mustn't."
Harry drew back, confused. "Mustn't what?"
There was an indistinguishable murmur.
Harry blinked. He twisted to survey the room. A sock was caught in the door. The lampshade had been knocked askew at some point, leaving covers and clothing starkly illuminated at the foot of the bed. The sheets were a twisted mess. An abandoned handcuff hung from the headboard. It stank of sweat, lube, and come. Draco himself had a bit of jizz drying in his hair.
"Well," Harry said thoughtfully, "I suppose if you're certain..."
Draco nodded sheepishly.
"All right, then. No kissing."
“Go on- get it!”
Charlie did a quick scan to make sure nosy little Perce was out of the Common Room. He darted for his dormroom, returning moments later with a carefully warded box. He settled into the couch as his friends crowded closer.
Oliver wandered over. “Isn’t that your broom polishing kit?”
Charlie ignored the muffled laughter and snorted retort about “euphemisms” from his friends. He gave the younger boy a curious look. “You could say that…” When Oliver didn’t move off, he smiled. “Precocious, aren’t you? Alright, then.”
Charlie made sure no one saw what he did, but they all heard the ‘click’ as the lid opened, revealing his treasure trove. Dildos, vibrators, exotic-looking butt plugs, glow-in-the-dark condoms, and more spilled out as the group exclaimed over everything.
Oliver Wood gulped, and looked up to find Charlie staring intently at him. Slowly, they smiled.
"I say," he murmured. "I say!"
There was an irritated rustling of newspaper from across the table.
"Why has Voldemort got no nose?!?"
The newspaper stilled, then slowly lowered to reveal a murderous Severus Snape.
"Erp! I-" Ludo looked from the noseless-Voldemort corpse on the front page to the rather prominent beak on the reinstated Potions Master. "I really must go!"
As soon as the idiot was out of hearing range, Severus shot a smirk down at his lap. "While you're down there..."
A strangled laugh emerged from under the table. "I thought he'd never leave! My knees are killing me."
"Was that a 'no'"?
"...No."
A minute later, Severus was thrusting up into a wet mouth. The debauched sounds of Boy-Who-Lived wanking himself quickened in time to the tightening of the mouth on his prick. He tangled a hand in Potter's hair as the other hand clenched on the table. Hot, wet, lovely tongue lapped at him, and everything went white. Under the table, Potter made a delicious sound and his trouser leg was suddenly damp.
"Potter," he purred, "I do believe I shall have to punish you for that."
Have some!
"My mother says I mustn't."
Harry drew back, confused. "Mustn't what?"
There was an indistinguishable murmur.
Harry blinked. He twisted to survey the room. A sock was caught in the door. The lampshade had been knocked askew at some point, leaving covers and clothing starkly illuminated at the foot of the bed. The sheets were a twisted mess. An abandoned handcuff hung from the headboard. It stank of sweat, lube, and come. Draco himself had a bit of jizz drying in his hair.
"Well," Harry said thoughtfully, "I suppose if you're certain..."
Draco nodded sheepishly.
"All right, then. No kissing."
“Go on- get it!”
Charlie did a quick scan to make sure nosy little Perce was out of the Common Room. He darted for his dormroom, returning moments later with a carefully warded box. He settled into the couch as his friends crowded closer.
Oliver wandered over. “Isn’t that your broom polishing kit?”
Charlie ignored the muffled laughter and snorted retort about “euphemisms” from his friends. He gave the younger boy a curious look. “You could say that…” When Oliver didn’t move off, he smiled. “Precocious, aren’t you? Alright, then.”
Charlie made sure no one saw what he did, but they all heard the ‘click’ as the lid opened, revealing his treasure trove. Dildos, vibrators, exotic-looking butt plugs, glow-in-the-dark condoms, and more spilled out as the group exclaimed over everything.
Oliver Wood gulped, and looked up to find Charlie staring intently at him. Slowly, they smiled.
"I say," he murmured. "I say!"
There was an irritated rustling of newspaper from across the table.
"Why has Voldemort got no nose?!?"
The newspaper stilled, then slowly lowered to reveal a murderous Severus Snape.
"Erp! I-" Ludo looked from the noseless-Voldemort corpse on the front page to the rather prominent beak on the reinstated Potions Master. "I really must go!"
As soon as the idiot was out of hearing range, Severus shot a smirk down at his lap. "While you're down there..."
A strangled laugh emerged from under the table. "I thought he'd never leave! My knees are killing me."
"Was that a 'no'"?
"...No."
A minute later, Severus was thrusting up into a wet mouth. The debauched sounds of Boy-Who-Lived wanking himself quickened in time to the tightening of the mouth on his prick. He tangled a hand in Potter's hair as the other hand clenched on the table. Hot, wet, lovely tongue lapped at him, and everything went white. Under the table, Potter made a delicious sound and his trouser leg was suddenly damp.
"Potter," he purred, "I do believe I shall have to punish you for that."