Happy Birthday enchanted_jae!
Title - Uncomfortable, Weird, and Strangely Itchy
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~500
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Vampire!Harry, Tattoos, Fluff
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 - "It isn't your cock; it's the bottom of your stomach. And slightly to the left. It's actually your left hip, you drama queen. And it isn't my name."
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #91 Taut from my lover100 table, which can be found here
Happy Birthday enchanted_jae!
Draco held back a laugh, not wanting to distract the man working fervently between Harry's legs.
"What are you smiling at?"
Even with his eyes closed and his arm thrown over his face, Harry was more attuned to Draco than someone would be stood right next to him with every sense trained on him. Reaching his hand up to stroke the backs of his fingers along Harry's arm, Draco affected a childish, playful quality to his voice. "That my big, bad, vampire lover is afraid of a tiny little prick."
"Oi, my prick is huge, thank you."
Draco shot a grin at the tattooist, and readjusted his hand. His right hand was pressed against Harry's stomach, mirroring the tattooist's left hand to hold the skin taut so the design went on smoothly. When he turned back Harry had moved his arms and opened his eyes.
"It's uncomfortable. And weird. And strangely itchy."
"Yeah," the tattooist agreed, eyes focused on Harry's groin as he worked. "Magic ink will do that to you. I'll give you some cream to put on for the first few weeks."
Draco couldn't resist. "Oh, Harry's used to being given cream for groin itches."
"Right, you, come here."
Leaning up obediently, Draco pressed his lips to Harry's in a fleeting kiss. Pulling back, he grinned and rubbed the tip of his nose over Harry's. "You know I can't resist teasing you."
"Even while I'm getting your name inked onto my cock?"
"It isn't your cock; it's the bottom of your stomach. And slightly to the left. It's actually your left hip, you drama queen. And it isn't my name."
"Fine, pictorial representation of your name. And it hurts like it's my cock."
Draco pouted, ducking out of the way of Harry's hand and peering down. The tattooist was nearly finished, and Draco grinned. Harry had wanted a tattoo for a while, and had toyed with the idea of having little fang marks tattooed onto his neck, in the exact same spot as his claiming bite lay on Draco's neck. But he'd decided instead on a tiny white ferret, with steel grey eyes and a hint of a smirk. Draco had always been surprised that he no longer minded Harry calling him ferret.
"Give me a minute to clean up, and then we can go through aftercare and settle the bill."
As the tattooist slipped out of the room, Draco stole a glance at the finished design. The little ferret was curled up asleep, but as the tattoo settled and the ink meshed with Harry's own magic, it would spring to life and bound about anywhere it pleased. Draco was silently hoping it would spend a lot of time somewhere visible, so that he could get the same thrill of possession that he knew Harry got every time someone noticed his two scars.
Standing up and shaking out his limbs, Draco waited while Harry pulled up his trousers and did them up gingerly. "Come on, you big wuss. We'll settle up and then we can go home and I'll kiss it all better!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~500
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Vampire!Harry, Tattoos, Fluff
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 - "It isn't your cock; it's the bottom of your stomach. And slightly to the left. It's actually your left hip, you drama queen. And it isn't my name."
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #91 Taut from my lover100 table, which can be found here
Happy Birthday enchanted_jae!
Draco held back a laugh, not wanting to distract the man working fervently between Harry's legs.
"What are you smiling at?"
Even with his eyes closed and his arm thrown over his face, Harry was more attuned to Draco than someone would be stood right next to him with every sense trained on him. Reaching his hand up to stroke the backs of his fingers along Harry's arm, Draco affected a childish, playful quality to his voice. "That my big, bad, vampire lover is afraid of a tiny little prick."
"Oi, my prick is huge, thank you."
Draco shot a grin at the tattooist, and readjusted his hand. His right hand was pressed against Harry's stomach, mirroring the tattooist's left hand to hold the skin taut so the design went on smoothly. When he turned back Harry had moved his arms and opened his eyes.
"It's uncomfortable. And weird. And strangely itchy."
"Yeah," the tattooist agreed, eyes focused on Harry's groin as he worked. "Magic ink will do that to you. I'll give you some cream to put on for the first few weeks."
Draco couldn't resist. "Oh, Harry's used to being given cream for groin itches."
"Right, you, come here."
Leaning up obediently, Draco pressed his lips to Harry's in a fleeting kiss. Pulling back, he grinned and rubbed the tip of his nose over Harry's. "You know I can't resist teasing you."
"Even while I'm getting your name inked onto my cock?"
"It isn't your cock; it's the bottom of your stomach. And slightly to the left. It's actually your left hip, you drama queen. And it isn't my name."
"Fine, pictorial representation of your name. And it hurts like it's my cock."
Draco pouted, ducking out of the way of Harry's hand and peering down. The tattooist was nearly finished, and Draco grinned. Harry had wanted a tattoo for a while, and had toyed with the idea of having little fang marks tattooed onto his neck, in the exact same spot as his claiming bite lay on Draco's neck. But he'd decided instead on a tiny white ferret, with steel grey eyes and a hint of a smirk. Draco had always been surprised that he no longer minded Harry calling him ferret.
"Give me a minute to clean up, and then we can go through aftercare and settle the bill."
As the tattooist slipped out of the room, Draco stole a glance at the finished design. The little ferret was curled up asleep, but as the tattoo settled and the ink meshed with Harry's own magic, it would spring to life and bound about anywhere it pleased. Draco was silently hoping it would spend a lot of time somewhere visible, so that he could get the same thrill of possession that he knew Harry got every time someone noticed his two scars.
Standing up and shaking out his limbs, Draco waited while Harry pulled up his trousers and did them up gingerly. "Come on, you big wuss. We'll settle up and then we can go home and I'll kiss it all better!"