Fanfic of fanfic
Every now and then I feel the need to write something that follows on from someone else's fanfic. Recently I did it again.
As part of the '10 Years of H/D' Party at harrydraco, dysonrules wrote an under-the-table-handjob ficlet. It was, as one might expect, superhot, and there was an exchange in comments that went like this:
arineat: Um...Where's the rest? o.o *stares*
ladyvader: YES! BALCONY RECIPROCAL BLOWJOB SCENE PLEASE TO BE HAVING!?!
And I thought that was a splendid notion. So I wrote it.
“You bastard,” Harry muttered at Draco, who was following him out of the Grand Dining Room and around a bend in the corridor. “If I get Kingsley’s ‘Drinking on the job’ lecture again, I swear-”
“It’s no less than you deserve, and you know it,” Malfoy interrupted. He stood with his feet apart and arms folded across his chest, but his eyes were glittering with arousal. Apparently Harry was going to be forgiven.
“In front of the Italian Ambassador?” he complained, leaning back on the wall of the corridor. “And I swear Jackson’s wife was giving me the eye.”
Malfoy’s lips twitched in amusement, and something that had been tight in Harry’s chest since their fight two weeks ago loosened. “Let the punishment fit the crime, Potter.” Malfoy declared grandly. He was such a prat.
“So I’m suitably punished now?”
“Mmmm,” Malfoy tilted his head consideringly. “I don’t know. I think maybe you should ask for forgiveness.”
Harry pushed himself off the wall, towards Malfoy. “Tell you what, how about I earn forgiveness, hmm?” He reached for the lowest buttons on Malfoy’s robes, and worked his way up to the waist, opening them. Then he slipped his hand into the opening and cupped Malfoy’s crotch. He wasn’t hard yet, but his cock jerked lightly against Harry’s hand, and he knew it wouldn’t take long.
Malfoy’s voice went breathy. It was one of Harry’s favourite sounds. “I suppose that would be acceptable.”
Harry’s smile felt a little predatory. It probably was, from the way Malfoy’s pupils widened, darkening the grey. He stepped forward, forcing Malfoy to step back until Malfoy’s back was pressed to the wall. Harry rested his hands high against Malfoy’s chest, fingers curling slightly over his clavicles. He leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly under Malfoy’s jaw, drawing them down the length of his neck. His pulse fluttered beneath Harry’s lips and his breath quickened against his ear.
Harry pressed his hands harder against Malfoy then pulled them down his chest, deliberately dragging the heels of his palms over Malfoy’s nipples, and watched his nostrils flare with the quick intake of breath. Leaning his weight against Malfoy, hands at his hips now, he slowly dropped to his knees, rubbing his face against Malfoy’s chest and belly. He opened his mouth and exhaled over Malfoy’s cock, now nicely hard beneath the layers of formal clothing, then scraped his teeth down the placket of his trousers. Malfoy whimpered.
It was the work of seconds to open Malfoy’s flies and pull his cock free of his underwear. It was beautifully flushed, and already beginning to leak at the slit. Harry looked up to catch Malfoy’s eye then slowly, deliberately licked the very tip. Malfoy’s hands found their way to Harry’s head and clutched, tugging his hair. The stinging pain in his scalp caused his own cock to twitch. Malfoy’s fingers tightened, tugging still harder, and Harry took as much of Malfoy’s cock into his mouth as he could manage at once. Malfoy made a choking sound and there was a muffled thump as the back of his head hit the wall.
Harry pulled off, but held the base in his left hand, squeezing gently, rhythmically. He looked up and waited until Malfoy looked down and met his eyes then said very solemnly, “Shhhh.”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at him, then shoved Harry’s face against his cock. Harry felt it leave a smear of pre-come against his cheek. He turned his head to take it back into his mouth.
They didn’t really have time for finesse. They’d already been gone long enough that someone might come out to check on them any minute. Fortunately it seemed that he might get the opportunity to take things more leisurely later. Meanwhile, he pumped his left hand along the base of Malfoy’s cock, alternating between tonguing the head and the underside, and sucking for all he was worth. Malfoy’s hips twitched as he tried not to let go and just fuck Harry’s mouth, and the rest of his body jerked spasmodically. Harry brought his right hand up to gently roll Malfoy’s balls, and Malfoy let go of Harry’s hair with one hand to press his fist against his mouth, muffling the noises that were escaping him despite his best efforts. Harry slipped one finger behind Malfoy’s balls and pressed the knuckle firmly against his perineum, at the same time giving an extra hard suck to the head.
Hot bitter semen flooded his mouth and he swallowed as fast as he could, trying not to let it spill on his clothes. He waited until Malfoy slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, before he let his softening cock fall from his mouth and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. It came away with a drip of come on it, which he licked off. Malfoy made a noise in the back of his throat.
Harry leaned forward against Malfoy, pressing them together, chest to chest. Malfoy slumped slightly, letting Harry’s weight keep him upright against the wall. Harry took Malfoy’s hand in his and kissed the back, where Malfoy had bitten to keep his release quiet. “So, am I forgiven? I am sorry, you know. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
Malfoy pushed himself upright, starting to straighten his clothes. “I know.” He leaned forward and kissed Harry gently on the mouth. “Come on, we’d better get back into the Dining Hell. I mean Hall. They’ll be sending out search parties in a minute.” He looked at Harry cheekily. “And you’re already in trouble with Kingsley for drinking on the job.”
As part of the '10 Years of H/D' Party at harrydraco, dysonrules wrote an under-the-table-handjob ficlet. It was, as one might expect, superhot, and there was an exchange in comments that went like this:
arineat: Um...Where's the rest? o.o *stares*
ladyvader: YES! BALCONY RECIPROCAL BLOWJOB SCENE PLEASE TO BE HAVING!?!
And I thought that was a splendid notion. So I wrote it.
“You bastard,” Harry muttered at Draco, who was following him out of the Grand Dining Room and around a bend in the corridor. “If I get Kingsley’s ‘Drinking on the job’ lecture again, I swear-”
“It’s no less than you deserve, and you know it,” Malfoy interrupted. He stood with his feet apart and arms folded across his chest, but his eyes were glittering with arousal. Apparently Harry was going to be forgiven.
“In front of the Italian Ambassador?” he complained, leaning back on the wall of the corridor. “And I swear Jackson’s wife was giving me the eye.”
Malfoy’s lips twitched in amusement, and something that had been tight in Harry’s chest since their fight two weeks ago loosened. “Let the punishment fit the crime, Potter.” Malfoy declared grandly. He was such a prat.
“So I’m suitably punished now?”
“Mmmm,” Malfoy tilted his head consideringly. “I don’t know. I think maybe you should ask for forgiveness.”
Harry pushed himself off the wall, towards Malfoy. “Tell you what, how about I earn forgiveness, hmm?” He reached for the lowest buttons on Malfoy’s robes, and worked his way up to the waist, opening them. Then he slipped his hand into the opening and cupped Malfoy’s crotch. He wasn’t hard yet, but his cock jerked lightly against Harry’s hand, and he knew it wouldn’t take long.
Malfoy’s voice went breathy. It was one of Harry’s favourite sounds. “I suppose that would be acceptable.”
Harry’s smile felt a little predatory. It probably was, from the way Malfoy’s pupils widened, darkening the grey. He stepped forward, forcing Malfoy to step back until Malfoy’s back was pressed to the wall. Harry rested his hands high against Malfoy’s chest, fingers curling slightly over his clavicles. He leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly under Malfoy’s jaw, drawing them down the length of his neck. His pulse fluttered beneath Harry’s lips and his breath quickened against his ear.
Harry pressed his hands harder against Malfoy then pulled them down his chest, deliberately dragging the heels of his palms over Malfoy’s nipples, and watched his nostrils flare with the quick intake of breath. Leaning his weight against Malfoy, hands at his hips now, he slowly dropped to his knees, rubbing his face against Malfoy’s chest and belly. He opened his mouth and exhaled over Malfoy’s cock, now nicely hard beneath the layers of formal clothing, then scraped his teeth down the placket of his trousers. Malfoy whimpered.
It was the work of seconds to open Malfoy’s flies and pull his cock free of his underwear. It was beautifully flushed, and already beginning to leak at the slit. Harry looked up to catch Malfoy’s eye then slowly, deliberately licked the very tip. Malfoy’s hands found their way to Harry’s head and clutched, tugging his hair. The stinging pain in his scalp caused his own cock to twitch. Malfoy’s fingers tightened, tugging still harder, and Harry took as much of Malfoy’s cock into his mouth as he could manage at once. Malfoy made a choking sound and there was a muffled thump as the back of his head hit the wall.
Harry pulled off, but held the base in his left hand, squeezing gently, rhythmically. He looked up and waited until Malfoy looked down and met his eyes then said very solemnly, “Shhhh.”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at him, then shoved Harry’s face against his cock. Harry felt it leave a smear of pre-come against his cheek. He turned his head to take it back into his mouth.
They didn’t really have time for finesse. They’d already been gone long enough that someone might come out to check on them any minute. Fortunately it seemed that he might get the opportunity to take things more leisurely later. Meanwhile, he pumped his left hand along the base of Malfoy’s cock, alternating between tonguing the head and the underside, and sucking for all he was worth. Malfoy’s hips twitched as he tried not to let go and just fuck Harry’s mouth, and the rest of his body jerked spasmodically. Harry brought his right hand up to gently roll Malfoy’s balls, and Malfoy let go of Harry’s hair with one hand to press his fist against his mouth, muffling the noises that were escaping him despite his best efforts. Harry slipped one finger behind Malfoy’s balls and pressed the knuckle firmly against his perineum, at the same time giving an extra hard suck to the head.
Hot bitter semen flooded his mouth and he swallowed as fast as he could, trying not to let it spill on his clothes. He waited until Malfoy slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, before he let his softening cock fall from his mouth and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. It came away with a drip of come on it, which he licked off. Malfoy made a noise in the back of his throat.
Harry leaned forward against Malfoy, pressing them together, chest to chest. Malfoy slumped slightly, letting Harry’s weight keep him upright against the wall. Harry took Malfoy’s hand in his and kissed the back, where Malfoy had bitten to keep his release quiet. “So, am I forgiven? I am sorry, you know. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
Malfoy pushed himself upright, starting to straighten his clothes. “I know.” He leaned forward and kissed Harry gently on the mouth. “Come on, we’d better get back into the Dining Hell. I mean Hall. They’ll be sending out search parties in a minute.” He looked at Harry cheekily. “And you’re already in trouble with Kingsley for drinking on the job.”