Hot Fudge
Title: Hot Fudge
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Unbetated!
Word count: 2,002
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: I wrote this first and foremost because I wanted to give sugareey some wall!sex after not being able to supply during the hd_smoochfest . It's a sequel to the fic I wrote for that fest. Also, I managed to squeeze in this month's prompt for enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge.
Summary: Draco needs some ice cream after a hard day. Harry provides him with much more. But there was still something missing.
Draco walked towards the ice cream parlour feeling dejected. He had had a crap day at work. George Weasley was a slave driver and insisted upon playing pranks on all his employees and on most days he could deal with that. However, when he had gone for lunch with Pansy, she had insulted him and told him that his relationship with Harry was not only doomed to fail, but was going to ultimately make him fat. After work he had gone to visit his mother. He had expected to be coddled and comforted, but instead she had tried to convince him, yet again, that he was not really gay, but just going through a phase. Yes, he has picked a good bloke to go through his phase with, but it was time he dumped Harry Potter and seek out a nice pure-blooded witch to settle down with and give her some grand babies. Needless to say, he had stormed out.
Harry and Draco had been together for nearly five years now; ever since the Harry had reopened Fortesque’s Ice Cream Parlour. Despite the length of their relationship, everyone still believed that it was some sort of fluke, that it would not last, that they were just fooling around, or (as his mother like to say) that it was all just a phase. But it was not.
Draco had never been happier. And despite what Pansy claimed, he was not getting fat! Yes, he had ice cream almost every day, but he also went jogging every morning and exercised every other day. Additionally, he and Harry got a very good workout in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the shower, on the couches, in the Black library, and a great many other places, including Fortescue’s.
Draco spotted his boyfriend through the front window of the ice cream parlour and smiled. Harry was helping a customer. He was smiling and it looked like he was telling the poor woman all about the different flavours that were to be had. Draco watched as the woman finally made a selection. He looked at his watch and realised that she was likely that last customer of the day because it was five minutes past closing time. He opened the door, and the little bell above the door gave a cheery chime.
Harry was handing the witch her change when he heard the bell. He looked up with a small smile that widened when he noticed that it was blond of his life. The woman thanked him and left. Draco stepped out of her way and gave her a small parting smile.
“Hello, love. Come give us a kiss.”
Draco felt the horrible feeling that the bad day had caused melt away. “Just a moment.” He flipped the sign on the door from OPEN to CLOSED and drew the blinds on both the door and the front window. He did not like gawkers. He then made his way towards his lover, who was still behind the counter, and offered him a warm kiss. He would have pulled away after a few seconds because the smell of the ice cream was making his mouth water, but Harry was having none of that. The brunet grabbed Draco’s hips and brought him forcefully closer, deepening the kiss and making the blond crave something else entirely.
Harry ended the kiss reluctantly. “As much as I’d love to take this to its obvious conclusion I still have to clean up in here. Can I get you anything before I store all the leftover ice cream?”
It took a moment for Draco to recover enough to actually answer Harry. But once again the smells inside the shop assaulted him. “Oh, yes. Can I have a sundae? With fudge?”
Harry smiled and went over to scoop up some ice cream in to a bowl. Then he walked over to the fudge. “Do you like it hot?”
Draco sputtered. He must have misheard. “Pardon. What did you just say?”
“I asked if you want your fudge hot.”
“What a preposterous questions! It’s hot fudge; it’s meant to be hot.”
“Not necessarily. I have some lovely chocolate sauce here that I can add to your sundae.”
“Don’t even think about it. I want hot fudge and that is that.”
Harry smirked and went about preparing the sundae; adding the hot fudge, some whipped cream, a few sprinkles and a cherry on top. Draco had wondered to a nearby table and sat down to wait for his lovely treat. Pansy be damned, he was not getting fat an treat every now and then would do no harm. Plus he deserved it after the day he had to endure.
In no time at all, the loveliest ice cream mountain he had ever seen had been placed in front of him and spoon given to him. He smiled and gave Harry a kiss as a reward. Then he was left in peace to enjoy his sweet as his boyfriend went about cleaning the shop. “Where are your two helpers today?”
“I let them leave half an hour early. One of their mutual friends is having a birthday.”
“That was nice of you.”
“It was a slow day today, so I felt I could handle it.”
Draco hummed and went back to his ice cream, enjoying the mingling of the hot chocolate with the cold vanilla. Harry watched his boyfriend practically fellatio a spoon for a minute then went back to cleaning with a promise to himself that he would get that mouth on him in before the night was through.
Draco took his time enjoying his ice cream, but he still finished before Harry was done cleaning. He sat at his table and watched his boyfriend as he cleaned and put away the leftover ice cream. Not that there was much left; people usually cleaned Harry out.
After quickly wiping down the tables, Harry was just about finished with his closing duties. He made his way to Draco’s table and noticed that the blond was had cleaned his bowl. “So you liked your treat.”
“It was nearly perfect.”
“Nearly perfect?”
“Your vanilla ice cream is perfect Harry. And that hot fudge was very silky. That whipped cream was just the right consistency, but...”
“But?” Harry asked as he picked up Draco’s empty bowl, vanished it and wiped that last table.
“But there was something missing.”
“Oh really? What, pray tell, was missing?”
“I’ll tell you later.” Draco began to walk toward the back of the shop. “Let’s Floo to Grimmauld Place.”
Harry frowned, removed his work apron and followed his boyfriend. They would have to climb the stairs to the small flat in order to access a fireplace and Floo home. However, when his cheeky boyfriend reached the base of the stairs, Harry grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. “We are not leaving until you tell me what my sundae was missing.”
Draco smiled sweetly and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. “If you kiss me, maybe I’ll feel more compelled to tell you.”
Harry gave in easily to his boyfriend’s request. It was just a kiss after all, not a hardship by any means. He planned for it to be a brief kiss, but Draco tightened his hold on Harry’s neck and pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. Harry quickly took control of the kiss and thrust his tongue inside of Draco’s mouth to rub against his.
The blond liked the stroking very much and imitated his boyfriend’s actions. Harry shamefully used his tongues to imitate the erotic sexual act that was sure to quickly follow. Draco could feel Harry’s arousal against his own erection and he began to rub himself against it. Harry began to push against his lover’s erection each time his tongue slid deep into the blond’s mouth.
Draco was burning up inside and he feverishly ran his hands down Harry’s back and up his shirt. The muscles under his hands tensed and flexed arousing him even further while at the same time the brunet’s mouth and talented tongue were making him wild. He quickly divested Harry of his shirt and then fused their mouths together again. His hands tangled themselves in Harry’s hair; his fingers threading through the curls.
A low growl escaped Harry and he grabbed a handful of Draco’s hair and jerked his head back so that he could devour the blond’s neck. Draco was making delicious little whimpers in the back of his throat. Harry was consumed with passion and all thoughts of gentleness fled. His hands made quick work of Draco’s trousers and pants; he pushed them off and the blond stepped out of them and kicked them away.
Harry fumbled with the opening of his own trousers, but once he had them unfastened, he hastily pushed them down enough to free his erection. Draco groaned when their naked flesh touched. Harry’s hands moved to his buttocks and he pulled Draco up against him. The blond reacted by moaning, wrapping his legs around his lover and rubbing himself against him.
Harry braced him against the wall and whispered erotic promises into his ear. “I’m going to take you, Draco,” Harry whispered. “I’m going to make you mine, right here, right now.”
“Yes,” Draco answered. “Do it. I want you.”
Harry whispered a spell in order to prepare his lover. He positioned the moist tip of his arousal and thrust it roughly into Draco’s entrance. Draco welcomed the intrusion and pushed himself down onto his lover’s cock. Throwing his head back, he moaned. Harry wanted to remain still for a moment once he was fully seated inside the blond, but Draco was having none of that. He was restless and began to urge Harry to move by undulating and arching against him.
Harry was a bit reluctant to move, he had never been this rough before. Draco bit his earlobe and that was all the encouragement he needed. His body took over. His thrusts were powerful as he pushed himself in and out of his boyfriend. Draco’s thighs clenched him tightly. His fingers were digging into his shoulders.
Draco’s erection remained untouched due to the fact that he had to hold onto Harry for purchase. However, that did not seem to matter because Harry was hitting his prostrate more time than not with his forceful thrusts.
Harry could feel that his boyfriend was near the edge. He became relentless to push him beyond control. He drove into Draco and then slowly withdrew, again and again. Draco was so hot and so tight; his own orgasm was building in him fast.
The stairwell echoed with the grunts and groans of the coupling pair. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other added to the rhythm that was building. Draco’s back was getting slightly chaffed by rubbing against the wall, but he didn’t care; he was close to orgasm.
“Harry, Harry, please...” He was begging for release and Harry tried to comply by shafting him harder and harder.
Suddenly, his climax struck Draco and he bit Harry’s neck in his passion. That send Harry over the edge; he buried his seed inside his lover’s hole and roared his release.
Draco went limp in his arms and it was all Harry could do to keep them up. He gently lowered himself and sat down on the first step, Draco straddling his lap. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the second stair.
Neither could do more than pant and try to catch their breaths for a few minutes. Draco lifted his head and noticed that he had left teeth marks on his lover’s neck. He smiled. “Peanuts.”
Harry heard his boyfriend and was utterly confused. “What?”
“Peanuts.”
“I’m sorry. I seemed to have screwed you silly.”
Draco pinched his nipple in retaliation. “No, you prat. Your sundae, it was missing peanuts. Peanuts would have made it perfect.”
Harry smiled. “Next time I shall be sure to give you some nuts.”
~Finite~
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Unbetated!
Word count: 2,002
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: I wrote this first and foremost because I wanted to give sugareey some wall!sex after not being able to supply during the hd_smoochfest . It's a sequel to the fic I wrote for that fest. Also, I managed to squeeze in this month's prompt for enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge.
Summary: Draco needs some ice cream after a hard day. Harry provides him with much more. But there was still something missing.
Draco walked towards the ice cream parlour feeling dejected. He had had a crap day at work. George Weasley was a slave driver and insisted upon playing pranks on all his employees and on most days he could deal with that. However, when he had gone for lunch with Pansy, she had insulted him and told him that his relationship with Harry was not only doomed to fail, but was going to ultimately make him fat. After work he had gone to visit his mother. He had expected to be coddled and comforted, but instead she had tried to convince him, yet again, that he was not really gay, but just going through a phase. Yes, he has picked a good bloke to go through his phase with, but it was time he dumped Harry Potter and seek out a nice pure-blooded witch to settle down with and give her some grand babies. Needless to say, he had stormed out.
Harry and Draco had been together for nearly five years now; ever since the Harry had reopened Fortesque’s Ice Cream Parlour. Despite the length of their relationship, everyone still believed that it was some sort of fluke, that it would not last, that they were just fooling around, or (as his mother like to say) that it was all just a phase. But it was not.
Draco had never been happier. And despite what Pansy claimed, he was not getting fat! Yes, he had ice cream almost every day, but he also went jogging every morning and exercised every other day. Additionally, he and Harry got a very good workout in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the shower, on the couches, in the Black library, and a great many other places, including Fortescue’s.
Draco spotted his boyfriend through the front window of the ice cream parlour and smiled. Harry was helping a customer. He was smiling and it looked like he was telling the poor woman all about the different flavours that were to be had. Draco watched as the woman finally made a selection. He looked at his watch and realised that she was likely that last customer of the day because it was five minutes past closing time. He opened the door, and the little bell above the door gave a cheery chime.
Harry was handing the witch her change when he heard the bell. He looked up with a small smile that widened when he noticed that it was blond of his life. The woman thanked him and left. Draco stepped out of her way and gave her a small parting smile.
“Hello, love. Come give us a kiss.”
Draco felt the horrible feeling that the bad day had caused melt away. “Just a moment.” He flipped the sign on the door from OPEN to CLOSED and drew the blinds on both the door and the front window. He did not like gawkers. He then made his way towards his lover, who was still behind the counter, and offered him a warm kiss. He would have pulled away after a few seconds because the smell of the ice cream was making his mouth water, but Harry was having none of that. The brunet grabbed Draco’s hips and brought him forcefully closer, deepening the kiss and making the blond crave something else entirely.
Harry ended the kiss reluctantly. “As much as I’d love to take this to its obvious conclusion I still have to clean up in here. Can I get you anything before I store all the leftover ice cream?”
It took a moment for Draco to recover enough to actually answer Harry. But once again the smells inside the shop assaulted him. “Oh, yes. Can I have a sundae? With fudge?”
Harry smiled and went over to scoop up some ice cream in to a bowl. Then he walked over to the fudge. “Do you like it hot?”
Draco sputtered. He must have misheard. “Pardon. What did you just say?”
“I asked if you want your fudge hot.”
“What a preposterous questions! It’s hot fudge; it’s meant to be hot.”
“Not necessarily. I have some lovely chocolate sauce here that I can add to your sundae.”
“Don’t even think about it. I want hot fudge and that is that.”
Harry smirked and went about preparing the sundae; adding the hot fudge, some whipped cream, a few sprinkles and a cherry on top. Draco had wondered to a nearby table and sat down to wait for his lovely treat. Pansy be damned, he was not getting fat an treat every now and then would do no harm. Plus he deserved it after the day he had to endure.
In no time at all, the loveliest ice cream mountain he had ever seen had been placed in front of him and spoon given to him. He smiled and gave Harry a kiss as a reward. Then he was left in peace to enjoy his sweet as his boyfriend went about cleaning the shop. “Where are your two helpers today?”
“I let them leave half an hour early. One of their mutual friends is having a birthday.”
“That was nice of you.”
“It was a slow day today, so I felt I could handle it.”
Draco hummed and went back to his ice cream, enjoying the mingling of the hot chocolate with the cold vanilla. Harry watched his boyfriend practically fellatio a spoon for a minute then went back to cleaning with a promise to himself that he would get that mouth on him in before the night was through.
Draco took his time enjoying his ice cream, but he still finished before Harry was done cleaning. He sat at his table and watched his boyfriend as he cleaned and put away the leftover ice cream. Not that there was much left; people usually cleaned Harry out.
After quickly wiping down the tables, Harry was just about finished with his closing duties. He made his way to Draco’s table and noticed that the blond was had cleaned his bowl. “So you liked your treat.”
“It was nearly perfect.”
“Nearly perfect?”
“Your vanilla ice cream is perfect Harry. And that hot fudge was very silky. That whipped cream was just the right consistency, but...”
“But?” Harry asked as he picked up Draco’s empty bowl, vanished it and wiped that last table.
“But there was something missing.”
“Oh really? What, pray tell, was missing?”
“I’ll tell you later.” Draco began to walk toward the back of the shop. “Let’s Floo to Grimmauld Place.”
Harry frowned, removed his work apron and followed his boyfriend. They would have to climb the stairs to the small flat in order to access a fireplace and Floo home. However, when his cheeky boyfriend reached the base of the stairs, Harry grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. “We are not leaving until you tell me what my sundae was missing.”
Draco smiled sweetly and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. “If you kiss me, maybe I’ll feel more compelled to tell you.”
Harry gave in easily to his boyfriend’s request. It was just a kiss after all, not a hardship by any means. He planned for it to be a brief kiss, but Draco tightened his hold on Harry’s neck and pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. Harry quickly took control of the kiss and thrust his tongue inside of Draco’s mouth to rub against his.
The blond liked the stroking very much and imitated his boyfriend’s actions. Harry shamefully used his tongues to imitate the erotic sexual act that was sure to quickly follow. Draco could feel Harry’s arousal against his own erection and he began to rub himself against it. Harry began to push against his lover’s erection each time his tongue slid deep into the blond’s mouth.
Draco was burning up inside and he feverishly ran his hands down Harry’s back and up his shirt. The muscles under his hands tensed and flexed arousing him even further while at the same time the brunet’s mouth and talented tongue were making him wild. He quickly divested Harry of his shirt and then fused their mouths together again. His hands tangled themselves in Harry’s hair; his fingers threading through the curls.
A low growl escaped Harry and he grabbed a handful of Draco’s hair and jerked his head back so that he could devour the blond’s neck. Draco was making delicious little whimpers in the back of his throat. Harry was consumed with passion and all thoughts of gentleness fled. His hands made quick work of Draco’s trousers and pants; he pushed them off and the blond stepped out of them and kicked them away.
Harry fumbled with the opening of his own trousers, but once he had them unfastened, he hastily pushed them down enough to free his erection. Draco groaned when their naked flesh touched. Harry’s hands moved to his buttocks and he pulled Draco up against him. The blond reacted by moaning, wrapping his legs around his lover and rubbing himself against him.
Harry braced him against the wall and whispered erotic promises into his ear. “I’m going to take you, Draco,” Harry whispered. “I’m going to make you mine, right here, right now.”
“Yes,” Draco answered. “Do it. I want you.”
Harry whispered a spell in order to prepare his lover. He positioned the moist tip of his arousal and thrust it roughly into Draco’s entrance. Draco welcomed the intrusion and pushed himself down onto his lover’s cock. Throwing his head back, he moaned. Harry wanted to remain still for a moment once he was fully seated inside the blond, but Draco was having none of that. He was restless and began to urge Harry to move by undulating and arching against him.
Harry was a bit reluctant to move, he had never been this rough before. Draco bit his earlobe and that was all the encouragement he needed. His body took over. His thrusts were powerful as he pushed himself in and out of his boyfriend. Draco’s thighs clenched him tightly. His fingers were digging into his shoulders.
Draco’s erection remained untouched due to the fact that he had to hold onto Harry for purchase. However, that did not seem to matter because Harry was hitting his prostrate more time than not with his forceful thrusts.
Harry could feel that his boyfriend was near the edge. He became relentless to push him beyond control. He drove into Draco and then slowly withdrew, again and again. Draco was so hot and so tight; his own orgasm was building in him fast.
The stairwell echoed with the grunts and groans of the coupling pair. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other added to the rhythm that was building. Draco’s back was getting slightly chaffed by rubbing against the wall, but he didn’t care; he was close to orgasm.
“Harry, Harry, please...” He was begging for release and Harry tried to comply by shafting him harder and harder.
Suddenly, his climax struck Draco and he bit Harry’s neck in his passion. That send Harry over the edge; he buried his seed inside his lover’s hole and roared his release.
Draco went limp in his arms and it was all Harry could do to keep them up. He gently lowered himself and sat down on the first step, Draco straddling his lap. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the second stair.
Neither could do more than pant and try to catch their breaths for a few minutes. Draco lifted his head and noticed that he had left teeth marks on his lover’s neck. He smiled. “Peanuts.”
Harry heard his boyfriend and was utterly confused. “What?”
“Peanuts.”
“I’m sorry. I seemed to have screwed you silly.”
Draco pinched his nipple in retaliation. “No, you prat. Your sundae, it was missing peanuts. Peanuts would have made it perfect.”
Harry smiled. “Next time I shall be sure to give you some nuts.”
~Finite~