May Madness part 7
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 7
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 779
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, wanking, blowjobs, snowballing
Challenge: still missing the boat
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry stuffed the remaining sweets into the bag and then surreptitiously slipped his hand inside his denims to adjust himself. He'd been half-hard when Draco starting moaning over the chocolates, but when the man had asked about his wanking. Boing. He was right back to where he'd been the night before, thinking about how he'd sucked Draco off in the loo.
"Potter!" Draco called from the door.
"Just getting the leftovers for lunch." Harry called back. He squeezed himself.
"Don't put any of the chocolates in your pants, they'll melt!"
Harry could feel the heat flood his cheeks. His hand left is prick as if it had been burnt, not that he couldn't start a fire with it at the moment. He trailed Draco out the door.
Draco shook his head. "Wanking really isn't a hobby, perhaps you need a new one."
"Apparently, I have one! And it's wanking! And I blame you. Moaning over those mints, asking personal questions about my sex life. I liked you better last night when you couldn't string two thoughts together." Harry attempted, but failed to walk faster. His prick was simply in the way.
"Well that's just…and you were all hanging out…and"
"Hanging out?! How to you expect me to piss?"
"Fine, but you didn't have to look ridiculously sexy doing it!"
That was enough for Harry. He grabbed Draco's shoulders and shoved him against into the nearest doorway, planted his thigh between his and kissed him. Just enough to shut him up, until someone moaned and someone else wiggled and their pricks lined up just so. "Fuck!"
Harry looked around, thankfully, they were in his shop doorway. He unlocked the door and they practically fell inside. Before Draco could open his mouth, again, Harry had him pressed to the wall in a deep, rough, tongue dancing, blood boiling kiss. He heard the bag hit the floor and his hands reached for Draco's arse and pulled him closer.
Draco drew his mouth back and panted. "If I come in these trousers I will be seriously annoyed."
Harry blinked owlishly for a minute before he dropped to his knees. He knew how to fix this.
"Potter…"
Harry's fingers left Draco's trouser fastening and flicked over the head of the man's still covered prick. When no words he could understand emerged, he returned to his task. Draco's prick was freed and into Harry's waiting mouth in a moment. He licked and sucked and tried to remember what the blonde had liked best last night. It didn't seem to matter though, he received moans for long licks, hard sucks, questing fingers. His mouth and hand worked over the pink flesh that continued to deepen in color. Harry's other hand freed his own aching prick from his too tight denims.
"Harrrrry…"
His hand wrapped round Draco's bollocks and tugged, before he let his fingers brush farther back. He heard Draco attempt to say something, so he just sucked his prick to the back of his throat. His fingers still explored and he began a fast bob and suck rhythm. He could feel Draco's thighs tremble and his breathing came in harsh pants above.
"Cccccom…"
Harry sucked Draco down to the root and swallowed. The sounds over his head were too much and he grabbed his own aching prick. He swallowed and swallowed. Draco's fingers twisted in the messy dark hair as his prick slid from Harry's mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Harry muttered as his hand worked frenetically.
"Don't you dare come on my shoes…" Draco drawled.
"Nnnnngh…" Harry erupted in thick white spurts all over Draco's shoes and the floor. Two breaths after he'd finished, he bent to lick the cream off of the dark polished boots.
"Potter…stop."
"Just be a moment. I'll share, don't worry."
"Potter, stop! I'm getting hard again."
Harry tucked himself into his pants and stood. He pulled Draco into a kiss, and shared just as he'd promised.
"Fuck…" Draco breathed when Harry released his mouth.
"Don’t think we have time. Shop's got to open in a few minutes." He tucked Draco back in and did up his trousers, before he fixed his own.
They leaned against the wall together.
"So unresolved sexual tension?" Draco asked.
"Maybe this is the wrong kind of sex." Harry mumbled.
"Wrong?"
"All I know is that I want to bend you over that counter and fuck your brains out."
"A Malfoy does not bottom." Draco huffed.
"Oh, please! You have bossy bottom written all over you! Besides you're dying to know how my prick would feel inside you."
Draco rolled his eyes.
Harry brought their foreheads together. "Shop has to open."
Draco nodded. "Might I stay?"
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 779
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, wanking, blowjobs, snowballing
Challenge: still missing the boat
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry stuffed the remaining sweets into the bag and then surreptitiously slipped his hand inside his denims to adjust himself. He'd been half-hard when Draco starting moaning over the chocolates, but when the man had asked about his wanking. Boing. He was right back to where he'd been the night before, thinking about how he'd sucked Draco off in the loo.
"Potter!" Draco called from the door.
"Just getting the leftovers for lunch." Harry called back. He squeezed himself.
"Don't put any of the chocolates in your pants, they'll melt!"
Harry could feel the heat flood his cheeks. His hand left is prick as if it had been burnt, not that he couldn't start a fire with it at the moment. He trailed Draco out the door.
Draco shook his head. "Wanking really isn't a hobby, perhaps you need a new one."
"Apparently, I have one! And it's wanking! And I blame you. Moaning over those mints, asking personal questions about my sex life. I liked you better last night when you couldn't string two thoughts together." Harry attempted, but failed to walk faster. His prick was simply in the way.
"Well that's just…and you were all hanging out…and"
"Hanging out?! How to you expect me to piss?"
"Fine, but you didn't have to look ridiculously sexy doing it!"
That was enough for Harry. He grabbed Draco's shoulders and shoved him against into the nearest doorway, planted his thigh between his and kissed him. Just enough to shut him up, until someone moaned and someone else wiggled and their pricks lined up just so. "Fuck!"
Harry looked around, thankfully, they were in his shop doorway. He unlocked the door and they practically fell inside. Before Draco could open his mouth, again, Harry had him pressed to the wall in a deep, rough, tongue dancing, blood boiling kiss. He heard the bag hit the floor and his hands reached for Draco's arse and pulled him closer.
Draco drew his mouth back and panted. "If I come in these trousers I will be seriously annoyed."
Harry blinked owlishly for a minute before he dropped to his knees. He knew how to fix this.
"Potter…"
Harry's fingers left Draco's trouser fastening and flicked over the head of the man's still covered prick. When no words he could understand emerged, he returned to his task. Draco's prick was freed and into Harry's waiting mouth in a moment. He licked and sucked and tried to remember what the blonde had liked best last night. It didn't seem to matter though, he received moans for long licks, hard sucks, questing fingers. His mouth and hand worked over the pink flesh that continued to deepen in color. Harry's other hand freed his own aching prick from his too tight denims.
"Harrrrry…"
His hand wrapped round Draco's bollocks and tugged, before he let his fingers brush farther back. He heard Draco attempt to say something, so he just sucked his prick to the back of his throat. His fingers still explored and he began a fast bob and suck rhythm. He could feel Draco's thighs tremble and his breathing came in harsh pants above.
"Cccccom…"
Harry sucked Draco down to the root and swallowed. The sounds over his head were too much and he grabbed his own aching prick. He swallowed and swallowed. Draco's fingers twisted in the messy dark hair as his prick slid from Harry's mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Harry muttered as his hand worked frenetically.
"Don't you dare come on my shoes…" Draco drawled.
"Nnnnngh…" Harry erupted in thick white spurts all over Draco's shoes and the floor. Two breaths after he'd finished, he bent to lick the cream off of the dark polished boots.
"Potter…stop."
"Just be a moment. I'll share, don't worry."
"Potter, stop! I'm getting hard again."
Harry tucked himself into his pants and stood. He pulled Draco into a kiss, and shared just as he'd promised.
"Fuck…" Draco breathed when Harry released his mouth.
"Don’t think we have time. Shop's got to open in a few minutes." He tucked Draco back in and did up his trousers, before he fixed his own.
They leaned against the wall together.
"So unresolved sexual tension?" Draco asked.
"Maybe this is the wrong kind of sex." Harry mumbled.
"Wrong?"
"All I know is that I want to bend you over that counter and fuck your brains out."
"A Malfoy does not bottom." Draco huffed.
"Oh, please! You have bossy bottom written all over you! Besides you're dying to know how my prick would feel inside you."
Draco rolled his eyes.
Harry brought their foreheads together. "Shop has to open."
Draco nodded. "Might I stay?"