Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 15
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 398
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, food smut
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
"Potter , wake up." Draco demanded.
Harry took a moment to not the pre-dawn gray. "What's wrong?" He asked in a husky sleep roughened voice.
"This." Draco pointed.
Harry rolled to grab his glasses.
"Your beater's bat of a prick is causing me endless trouble." Draco huffed.
"Doesn't look endless. Imagine you didn't even need to wake me up." Draco was correct though his prick was interested.
"It's your fault, so it's your problem." Was the annoyed reply.
"Over on your back then." Harry reached for his ice cream toppings.
He drizzled caramel sauce over Draco's randy prick.
"Hey!"
Harry moved to straddle, him and their pricks lined up. "Oh, did you want chocolate too?" He squirted the chocolate sauce where onto them both and then sent some errant streams of the toppings over Draco's chest.
"Potter!"
"Oh sorry, let me clean that up." He bent over and lapped at one chocolate covered nipple.
Draco groaned. Harry switched to the other side. Draco bucked his hips and their sticky pricks slid together.
"Potter, my chest is fine. It's my prick that needs attention."
"Mmm." Harry grasped their pricks together in one hand and returned to the first nipple to suck.
"Fuck!"
Harry sucked, licked and nipped while his hand worked down below.
"Potter, pay attention!" Draco groused.
Harry switched sides of the chest he worked and Draco's hips bucked and he whinged. The dark haired wizard upped his pace and rolled his hips to answer the ones that bucked beneath him.
"You're supposed to suck me…"
"I am." Harry sucked one pink nipple hard.
"Aghh…"
"More, harder?" Harry panted.
A hand clamped to the back of his head and he could feel Draco's prick get bigger.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
Harry felt the hot cream over his hand and belly. It was enough and in a moment his hand was covered with his own warm emission. Draco's stroked his shoulders. When his breathing returned to mostly normal Harry rolled off and cast a gentle cleaning charm.
"Potter, that was supposed to be a perfectly good sixty-nine." Draco sulked.
"Sorry, your majesty. I didn't read the sex schedule or even know we had one."
"I wanted your prick in my mouth again, you idiot."
Harry touched his face. "You can do that in the shower in a little while. It's still early and I just need a bit of a nap."