Happy Birthday malfoy_manor12
Title - Roses
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~325
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Wanking
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 spends his anniversary alone
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #23 Masturbation from my lover100 table, which can be found here. And for Day 1 at mmom.
Happy Birthday malfoy_manor12!
The roses had been the final straw for Harry. As if Draco being away on business over their anniversary wasn't bad enough, the sending of four dozen pink and yellow roses - tied together with a pair of explicitly sticky boxer shorts - had shot Harry's remaining restraint. Their whole no-orgasm-while-the-other-is-away rule could be damned, he missed Draco, and if he couldn't have Draco, he wanted his right hand. Draco had clearly broken the rule, so Harry felt no shame in collapsing onto the bed and Vanishing his clothes.
His cock sprung up like an extra in so many bad romance novels, standing to attention as he reached down to curl his fingers around it. Remembering to drop the roses just in time - thorns and his sensitive bits was not a good combination - Harry closed his eyes and arched his back, stroking himself furiously. He didn’t bother with tricks or teases, it was only him in the room. Instead, Harry focused on getting off as quickly as was possibly, ignoring the cramping in his hand as he thrust his hips erratically.
Tossing his head to the side, Harry forgot about the roses until he ended up face first in them. Sticking his tongue out to spit away the petals that had got in his mouth, Harry tasted the clean cloth of the boxers, and that pushed him over the edge.
Arching up off the bed, Harry grunted and came, squeezing his fingers tight as warm stickiness dribbled down them.
"You're meant to put them in a vase. Though I admit, your mouth is large enough to pass for one."
Leaning up, Harry squinted across the room, and grinned at Draco. "You came home."
"Of course I did."
"You missed my big mouth," Harry teased, pushing the flowers onto the floor and patting the bed next to him.
As Draco began stripping and walking - displaying a level of coordination that Harry would never achieve - he answered, "Who wouldn't?"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~325
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Wanking
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 spends his anniversary alone
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #23 Masturbation from my lover100 table, which can be found here. And for Day 1 at mmom.
Happy Birthday malfoy_manor12!
The roses had been the final straw for Harry. As if Draco being away on business over their anniversary wasn't bad enough, the sending of four dozen pink and yellow roses - tied together with a pair of explicitly sticky boxer shorts - had shot Harry's remaining restraint. Their whole no-orgasm-while-the-other-is-away rule could be damned, he missed Draco, and if he couldn't have Draco, he wanted his right hand. Draco had clearly broken the rule, so Harry felt no shame in collapsing onto the bed and Vanishing his clothes.
His cock sprung up like an extra in so many bad romance novels, standing to attention as he reached down to curl his fingers around it. Remembering to drop the roses just in time - thorns and his sensitive bits was not a good combination - Harry closed his eyes and arched his back, stroking himself furiously. He didn’t bother with tricks or teases, it was only him in the room. Instead, Harry focused on getting off as quickly as was possibly, ignoring the cramping in his hand as he thrust his hips erratically.
Tossing his head to the side, Harry forgot about the roses until he ended up face first in them. Sticking his tongue out to spit away the petals that had got in his mouth, Harry tasted the clean cloth of the boxers, and that pushed him over the edge.
Arching up off the bed, Harry grunted and came, squeezing his fingers tight as warm stickiness dribbled down them.
"You're meant to put them in a vase. Though I admit, your mouth is large enough to pass for one."
Leaning up, Harry squinted across the room, and grinned at Draco. "You came home."
"Of course I did."
"You missed my big mouth," Harry teased, pushing the flowers onto the floor and patting the bed next to him.
As Draco began stripping and walking - displaying a level of coordination that Harry would never achieve - he answered, "Who wouldn't?"