Happy Birthday elikiros!
Title - The Perils of Wooden Surfaces
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - tuawahine
Rating - R
Word Count - ~820
Characters/Pairings - Charlie/Draco
Warnings/Kinks - PWP, Fluff, Gags, Implied Table!Sex
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 - A week at the Burrow requires a shopping trip for Draco and Charlie.
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Gags from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here.
Happy Birthday elikiros!
"Charlie! We're going to the Burrow, not Timbuktu!"
Charlie ignored Draco's whining, and continued dragging him down the street. Draco was just cranky because they'd run out of coffee, and Draco had convinced himself that without a cup of coffee every morning, he would be in a foul mood all day. Charlie called this a self-fulfilling prophecy, but Draco refused to listen to reason. Stopping short in front of Ye Olde Adult Shoppe, Charlie opened the door and ducked his head at Draco in a mock-bow. "After you, Sir."
"If you'd said it was this kind of shopping, I'd have come happily."
"You coming happily is kind of the point of the shop," Charlie retorted, closing the door behind them and grabbing Draco's arm. Draco, for all his sophistication, had moments of child-like glee, and was liable to wander off and start picking up eight of everything if he was left unattended. Heading towards the back of the shop, Charlie nodded at the bloke behind the counter, and made a beeline for the display he was most interested in.
"Gags?"
Nodding, Charlie judged that Draco's attention was sufficiently caught that he wouldn't wander off, and let go of his arm. "Unless you want to be celibate for a week, we're going to need a gag so that you don't bring everyone in the house crashing into my room to find out why I'm killing a Kneazle."
Draco wacked him on the arm, punishment for the Kneazle comment, Charlie assumed, and reached out to one of the gags. "Is that not what Silencing Charms were invented for?"
"It's more fun this way." Charlie knew he had won when Draco began holding gags up to his mouth to measure size.
~~~~~♥~~~~~
His mother was barely up the stairs and in her bedroom before Charlie had pounced around the kitchen table and grabbed Draco, pulling him into a rough kiss. Draco melted into his arms, letting Charlie run his hands all over his husband in a fast show of possession.
Leaning back, Charlie reached into his back pocket and pulled out one of the gags they'd bought. A thin leather strap with a neat silver buckle, the gag itself was a soft rubber ball, and made Draco look so good that Charlie had struggled not to shag him in the middle of the shop when they'd been buying it.
"Here, really?" Draco waved his hand at the table, still clutching one of the dishcloths that he'd been using to clean the surfaces, to give Molly and her wand a break.
Charlie nodded, reaching out to knock the dishcloth to the floor, and begin undoing Draco's shirt. "It's you, acting all domesticated. It turns me on. And you know what it does to me, seeing you bent over a table."
Draco smirked; he knew full well how hard Charlie struggled to resist Draco when there were solid wooden surfaces around. Tiring of buttons - why did Draco have so many buttons on his shirts? Not just one shirt, all of them - Charlie drew his wand and disrobed them both with a quick spell.
"We'll get caught, you know."
"You love the thrill. Open up, baby." Charlie could see Draco debating obeying him, likely for the cheesy way he'd said baby, but eventually Draco opened his mouth, letting Charlie slip the gag into place. Draco turned around so that Charlie could tie the buckle, fitting it snugly against Draco's hair and spinning Draco back around to admire the result. Draco looked divine, and Charlie positively ached to be in Draco, right now.
Turning Draco back to face the table, Charlie pushed him down roughly, bending him over the kitchen table and pressing his face into the wood. He groaned as one of Draco's hands closed around his dick, showing off impressive flexibility as Draco stroked him roughly, coaxing him closer to Draco's body.
Glancing around for something to use as lubricant, Charlie's eyes fell on the butter plate that hadn't been put back yet. It was cliché, but Charlie was aroused enough that he could forgive that. Reaching out for a handful, Charlie smeared it over his prick and focused his attention on his husband, and relieving some of the tension that had been building all day.
~~~~~♥~~~~~
Charlie bit back a snicker as Draco sat down gingerly in the chair. He'd offered a Healing Charm, but Draco was adamant he liked the burn. And his filthy words about the ache in his jaw from the gag, and how good it felt, had led to a fast and furious fumble in the shower that morning. All in all, it was shaping up to be a good day.
Glancing up as his mother handed him some toast, Charlie smiled in thanks, the expression freezing in place as she put the butter plate in front of him, muttering under her breath.
"I was sure we had more butter than this."
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - tuawahine
Rating - R
Word Count - ~820
Characters/Pairings - Charlie/Draco
Warnings/Kinks - PWP, Fluff, Gags, Implied Table!Sex
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 - A week at the Burrow requires a shopping trip for Draco and Charlie.
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Gags from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here.
Happy Birthday elikiros!
"Charlie! We're going to the Burrow, not Timbuktu!"
Charlie ignored Draco's whining, and continued dragging him down the street. Draco was just cranky because they'd run out of coffee, and Draco had convinced himself that without a cup of coffee every morning, he would be in a foul mood all day. Charlie called this a self-fulfilling prophecy, but Draco refused to listen to reason. Stopping short in front of Ye Olde Adult Shoppe, Charlie opened the door and ducked his head at Draco in a mock-bow. "After you, Sir."
"If you'd said it was this kind of shopping, I'd have come happily."
"You coming happily is kind of the point of the shop," Charlie retorted, closing the door behind them and grabbing Draco's arm. Draco, for all his sophistication, had moments of child-like glee, and was liable to wander off and start picking up eight of everything if he was left unattended. Heading towards the back of the shop, Charlie nodded at the bloke behind the counter, and made a beeline for the display he was most interested in.
"Gags?"
Nodding, Charlie judged that Draco's attention was sufficiently caught that he wouldn't wander off, and let go of his arm. "Unless you want to be celibate for a week, we're going to need a gag so that you don't bring everyone in the house crashing into my room to find out why I'm killing a Kneazle."
Draco wacked him on the arm, punishment for the Kneazle comment, Charlie assumed, and reached out to one of the gags. "Is that not what Silencing Charms were invented for?"
"It's more fun this way." Charlie knew he had won when Draco began holding gags up to his mouth to measure size.
~~~~~♥~~~~~
His mother was barely up the stairs and in her bedroom before Charlie had pounced around the kitchen table and grabbed Draco, pulling him into a rough kiss. Draco melted into his arms, letting Charlie run his hands all over his husband in a fast show of possession.
Leaning back, Charlie reached into his back pocket and pulled out one of the gags they'd bought. A thin leather strap with a neat silver buckle, the gag itself was a soft rubber ball, and made Draco look so good that Charlie had struggled not to shag him in the middle of the shop when they'd been buying it.
"Here, really?" Draco waved his hand at the table, still clutching one of the dishcloths that he'd been using to clean the surfaces, to give Molly and her wand a break.
Charlie nodded, reaching out to knock the dishcloth to the floor, and begin undoing Draco's shirt. "It's you, acting all domesticated. It turns me on. And you know what it does to me, seeing you bent over a table."
Draco smirked; he knew full well how hard Charlie struggled to resist Draco when there were solid wooden surfaces around. Tiring of buttons - why did Draco have so many buttons on his shirts? Not just one shirt, all of them - Charlie drew his wand and disrobed them both with a quick spell.
"We'll get caught, you know."
"You love the thrill. Open up, baby." Charlie could see Draco debating obeying him, likely for the cheesy way he'd said baby, but eventually Draco opened his mouth, letting Charlie slip the gag into place. Draco turned around so that Charlie could tie the buckle, fitting it snugly against Draco's hair and spinning Draco back around to admire the result. Draco looked divine, and Charlie positively ached to be in Draco, right now.
Turning Draco back to face the table, Charlie pushed him down roughly, bending him over the kitchen table and pressing his face into the wood. He groaned as one of Draco's hands closed around his dick, showing off impressive flexibility as Draco stroked him roughly, coaxing him closer to Draco's body.
Glancing around for something to use as lubricant, Charlie's eyes fell on the butter plate that hadn't been put back yet. It was cliché, but Charlie was aroused enough that he could forgive that. Reaching out for a handful, Charlie smeared it over his prick and focused his attention on his husband, and relieving some of the tension that had been building all day.
~~~~~♥~~~~~
Charlie bit back a snicker as Draco sat down gingerly in the chair. He'd offered a Healing Charm, but Draco was adamant he liked the burn. And his filthy words about the ache in his jaw from the gag, and how good it felt, had led to a fast and furious fumble in the shower that morning. All in all, it was shaping up to be a good day.
Glancing up as his mother handed him some toast, Charlie smiled in thanks, the expression freezing in place as she put the butter plate in front of him, muttering under her breath.
"I was sure we had more butter than this."