Happy Birthday weasleywench!
Title - Misuse of Muggle Artefacts
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - molnou
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1,200
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, Sex, Top!Draco,
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Harry wants a scooter, Draco disagrees. But Harry knows exactly how to win Draco around…
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #63 Harness from my lover100 table, which can be found here. Counts to slythindor100's Challenge #102, which was to use a group of 30 words in a fic. I got in all 30 :)
And most importantly… Happy Birthday, weasleywench! ♥
"You're such a bloody lemming," Draco snapped, sucking on an ice lolly and glaring at Harry across the breakfast table.
Sinking his teeth into his cheese on toast, Harry chewed slowly, swallowing and taking a sip of coffee before he responded to Draco's accusation. "I earned my pay rise fair and square. When they gave me my contract renewal yesterday evening, I decided to spend the extra money in my first paycheque on me."
"Which is fair enough, but you're only buying a scooter because Seamus has one!"
"That is not true! I feel… I feel violated at the very suggestion! I've wanted a scooter for…"
"…all of five minutes."
"It's been common knowledge that…"
"…Ever since Seamus' birthday party, which was two weeks ago, you have wanted a scooter. I'm merely pointing out that you're bowing to peer pressure and pining for something that you don't really want, and are probably too chicken to use!" Draco had that smug look on his face, the one that he wore when he thought he had won an argument.
Harry had to resist throwing his cheese on toast at Draco.
He knew they were hanging on the precipice of a proper argument, but Harry couldn't resist getting his own back at Draco. "You're one to talk; listening to ‘Weird on the Wireless’ and then slipping the words you hear into every day conversation, sounding like a right berk. ‘Oh, excuse me while I defenestrate these rambunctious hydrangeas; their superfluous chivalry is getting my unmentionables in a twist'!"
"I do not sound like that!" Draco squawked, sounding exactly like Harry had just mimicked. "And that sentence makes no sense; at least I know what each one of those words means and can use them without making a prat of myself!"
"Defenestrate; to throw out of a window. Rambunctious; noisy and hard to control. Superfluous…"
"Oh shut up!" Draco cut in, clearly torn between anger and being impressed that Harry actually did know what those words meant. "Fine, buy the stupid thing, and when you lose interest in it, don't come crying to me!"
~~~~~~~~~~
What sounded like a small explosion echoed through the house and Draco dropped his briefcase on the floor. He and Harry had left it on an angry note that morning, and it would be just like Harry to explode himself in some misguided attempt at revenge. Tracing the noise back to the garage, Draco paused before he opened the door. He knew, deep down, that he had given Harry a hard time that morning. After the war, Harry had been prone to fits of melancholia, and though they came less frequently now, he had seemed a little subdued for the past few weeks. And if anyone deserved to spend money on themselves, it was Harry; he was normally so frugal, only spending money on things for Draco or the both of them.
So Draco had spent his day feeling guilty, and resolving to restore some peace between them again when he returned home. They'd always had a tumultuous relationship, and while Draco wouldn't change that for the world - he'd hate to be in an insipid little relationship like Weasel and the Mudblood - he had been plagued all day by the knowledge that he'd been unfair to Harry that morning. A spat was one thing; slamming the door and not saying goodbye as he left was something else entirely.
Pushing the garage door open, Draco gawped at Harry. His partner was wearing jeans and nothing else, stroking a large black motorbike.
"That's… that's not a scooter."
"No… I liked this one more. And it's cooler, and big enough for both of us."
Keeping one eye on the hunk of metal, Draco stepped forwards and brushed a kiss over Harry's lips. "I'm sorry about this morning. You can spend your money on whatever you want; you deserve it."
"I'm sorry too," Harry replied, moving to kiss Draco back but completely missing him as he couldn't take his eyes off the bike.
Chuckling, Draco snaked his arms around Harry's waist and rested his forehead against Harry's temple. "Do you want to take it out for a test drive?"
"Mmm… maybe tomorrow. I was thinking we could maybe, you know, welcome it home."
Harry's attempts at seduction would have been laughable if they weren't so cute, and Draco couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Since when was ejaculation a suitable welcoming present?"
"Since I noticed how hot you look in your suit."
Preening a little under the praise, Draco feathered little kisses along the side of Harry's face, and down to his jaw. "Did you buy the leathers to go with it?"
"For both of us. Want to see them?"
"Nah, you can show me later. Right now, I want to welcome the motorbike home."
Grinning, Harry stripped with his usual enthusiasm, leaving Draco tailing behind. Finally shaking off his pants, Harry pushed him impatiently over the motorbike before Draco could remove his socks. Settling on the seat, Draco had to admit that the bike was comfortable, and roomy. Harry climbed on in front of him, reaching around to stroke Draco's cock. He must have conjured up the handful of lubricant, and Draco's cock was soon hard and slick. He heard the whispered stretching spells, and then Harry was pushing back onto his lap, guiding Draco's cock into his arse.
Tight, velvet walls clenched around his cock, and Draco leant back on the bike, enjoying the feeling as Harry's arse came to rest against his hips. He let Harry set the rhythm, slinging one arm around Harry's waist and the other around his chest, pinching and rolling Harry's nipples as they rocked together on the bike.
The fresh, clean smell combined with the smell of the leathers that were spilling out of a carrier bag on the floor, strangely arousing as they mingled with the scent of lubricant and sex. When he was sure of his balance, Draco got a little more adventurous, thrusting his hips up to meet Harry.
"Hell… I need a harness or something," Harry muttered, leaning heavily against Draco's arm as he lost his balance again.
"Grab the handles," Draco suggested, a little too lost in the bliss of their coupling to think of anything else. "Oh fuck!"
When Harry had grabbed the handles he must have revved the engine, because the bike leapt into live, sending a shuddering vibration through Draco's body. From Harry's moan, he had enjoyed the sensation just as much, and Draco couldn't keep the note of desperation out of his voice as he demanded, "Do that again!"
Harry did, revving the engine again and again as their coupling got faster, more frantic. Draco had meant to last, but the strong vibrations and Harry's tight arse pushed him over the edge. Clinging onto Harry, Draco rode out the pleasure, grunting when Harry came too, arse clenching down around Draco's prick and bike falling still as Harry slumped forwards over the handles.
Leaning his forehead against Harry's back, Draco closed his eyes and thought longingly of their bed, and a couple of hours sleep before they welcomed the motorbike again.
"So I can keep it?"
"I insist!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - molnou
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1,200
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, Sex, Top!Draco,
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Harry wants a scooter, Draco disagrees. But Harry knows exactly how to win Draco around…
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #63 Harness from my lover100 table, which can be found here. Counts to slythindor100's Challenge #102, which was to use a group of 30 words in a fic. I got in all 30 :)
And most importantly… Happy Birthday, weasleywench! ♥
"You're such a bloody lemming," Draco snapped, sucking on an ice lolly and glaring at Harry across the breakfast table.
Sinking his teeth into his cheese on toast, Harry chewed slowly, swallowing and taking a sip of coffee before he responded to Draco's accusation. "I earned my pay rise fair and square. When they gave me my contract renewal yesterday evening, I decided to spend the extra money in my first paycheque on me."
"Which is fair enough, but you're only buying a scooter because Seamus has one!"
"That is not true! I feel… I feel violated at the very suggestion! I've wanted a scooter for…"
"…all of five minutes."
"It's been common knowledge that…"
"…Ever since Seamus' birthday party, which was two weeks ago, you have wanted a scooter. I'm merely pointing out that you're bowing to peer pressure and pining for something that you don't really want, and are probably too chicken to use!" Draco had that smug look on his face, the one that he wore when he thought he had won an argument.
Harry had to resist throwing his cheese on toast at Draco.
He knew they were hanging on the precipice of a proper argument, but Harry couldn't resist getting his own back at Draco. "You're one to talk; listening to ‘Weird on the Wireless’ and then slipping the words you hear into every day conversation, sounding like a right berk. ‘Oh, excuse me while I defenestrate these rambunctious hydrangeas; their superfluous chivalry is getting my unmentionables in a twist'!"
"I do not sound like that!" Draco squawked, sounding exactly like Harry had just mimicked. "And that sentence makes no sense; at least I know what each one of those words means and can use them without making a prat of myself!"
"Defenestrate; to throw out of a window. Rambunctious; noisy and hard to control. Superfluous…"
"Oh shut up!" Draco cut in, clearly torn between anger and being impressed that Harry actually did know what those words meant. "Fine, buy the stupid thing, and when you lose interest in it, don't come crying to me!"
~~~~~~~~~~
What sounded like a small explosion echoed through the house and Draco dropped his briefcase on the floor. He and Harry had left it on an angry note that morning, and it would be just like Harry to explode himself in some misguided attempt at revenge. Tracing the noise back to the garage, Draco paused before he opened the door. He knew, deep down, that he had given Harry a hard time that morning. After the war, Harry had been prone to fits of melancholia, and though they came less frequently now, he had seemed a little subdued for the past few weeks. And if anyone deserved to spend money on themselves, it was Harry; he was normally so frugal, only spending money on things for Draco or the both of them.
So Draco had spent his day feeling guilty, and resolving to restore some peace between them again when he returned home. They'd always had a tumultuous relationship, and while Draco wouldn't change that for the world - he'd hate to be in an insipid little relationship like Weasel and the Mudblood - he had been plagued all day by the knowledge that he'd been unfair to Harry that morning. A spat was one thing; slamming the door and not saying goodbye as he left was something else entirely.
Pushing the garage door open, Draco gawped at Harry. His partner was wearing jeans and nothing else, stroking a large black motorbike.
"That's… that's not a scooter."
"No… I liked this one more. And it's cooler, and big enough for both of us."
Keeping one eye on the hunk of metal, Draco stepped forwards and brushed a kiss over Harry's lips. "I'm sorry about this morning. You can spend your money on whatever you want; you deserve it."
"I'm sorry too," Harry replied, moving to kiss Draco back but completely missing him as he couldn't take his eyes off the bike.
Chuckling, Draco snaked his arms around Harry's waist and rested his forehead against Harry's temple. "Do you want to take it out for a test drive?"
"Mmm… maybe tomorrow. I was thinking we could maybe, you know, welcome it home."
Harry's attempts at seduction would have been laughable if they weren't so cute, and Draco couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Since when was ejaculation a suitable welcoming present?"
"Since I noticed how hot you look in your suit."
Preening a little under the praise, Draco feathered little kisses along the side of Harry's face, and down to his jaw. "Did you buy the leathers to go with it?"
"For both of us. Want to see them?"
"Nah, you can show me later. Right now, I want to welcome the motorbike home."
Grinning, Harry stripped with his usual enthusiasm, leaving Draco tailing behind. Finally shaking off his pants, Harry pushed him impatiently over the motorbike before Draco could remove his socks. Settling on the seat, Draco had to admit that the bike was comfortable, and roomy. Harry climbed on in front of him, reaching around to stroke Draco's cock. He must have conjured up the handful of lubricant, and Draco's cock was soon hard and slick. He heard the whispered stretching spells, and then Harry was pushing back onto his lap, guiding Draco's cock into his arse.
Tight, velvet walls clenched around his cock, and Draco leant back on the bike, enjoying the feeling as Harry's arse came to rest against his hips. He let Harry set the rhythm, slinging one arm around Harry's waist and the other around his chest, pinching and rolling Harry's nipples as they rocked together on the bike.
The fresh, clean smell combined with the smell of the leathers that were spilling out of a carrier bag on the floor, strangely arousing as they mingled with the scent of lubricant and sex. When he was sure of his balance, Draco got a little more adventurous, thrusting his hips up to meet Harry.
"Hell… I need a harness or something," Harry muttered, leaning heavily against Draco's arm as he lost his balance again.
"Grab the handles," Draco suggested, a little too lost in the bliss of their coupling to think of anything else. "Oh fuck!"
When Harry had grabbed the handles he must have revved the engine, because the bike leapt into live, sending a shuddering vibration through Draco's body. From Harry's moan, he had enjoyed the sensation just as much, and Draco couldn't keep the note of desperation out of his voice as he demanded, "Do that again!"
Harry did, revving the engine again and again as their coupling got faster, more frantic. Draco had meant to last, but the strong vibrations and Harry's tight arse pushed him over the edge. Clinging onto Harry, Draco rode out the pleasure, grunting when Harry came too, arse clenching down around Draco's prick and bike falling still as Harry slumped forwards over the handles.
Leaning his forehead against Harry's back, Draco closed his eyes and thought longingly of their bed, and a couple of hours sleep before they welcomed the motorbike again.
"So I can keep it?"
"I insist!"