Fill: Party at somebody else's house
A quickie for the "Anywhere but the bed comment fest. Very quick in fact, as I've just seen it and noticed it closes tomorrow. So I do hope it's ok!!
Title: Well, you asked for it
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 950
Warnings: Exhibitionism, obviously, PWP
Summary: A House Warming party isn’t supposed to get this hot. Is it?
‘Shut up Malfoy’.
Draco glares at me over his shoulder.
‘Every fucking time Potter. Cast a bloody silencing charm you… Oh fucking hell…’
He groans and leans his head on his arms, shoving his arse back further in my face as I slowly circle his hole with my tongue. My hands slide up from his knees to his thighs, until they take a firm grasp of his hips.
‘Steady on Malfoy’, I say, pulling back a little. ‘You did tell me to kiss your arse earlier, didn’t you?’
He doesn’t reply. Doesn’t even turn around to look at me, just stands there, waiting for me to continue. Merlin I’m loving this.
‘What?’ I say, trying for a mock-innocent tone. ‘Would you like me to stop?’
‘Mphf,’ is all the reply I get.
‘Sorry I didn’t get that’.
Draco lifts his head and gives me another one of those glares. The bastard knows how those glares turn me on, I’m sure of it. The smug little smile he gives me confirms it.
‘No no, wouldn’t dream of it. Please continue,’ he says haughtily.
Merlin I love it when he goes all “Malfoy” on me.
‘Only I’d hurry up if I were you. I think I just heard Charlie announce he needs to use the bathroom’.
‘Charlie eh? Interesting. He’s quite fit isn’t he…’ I contemplate.
Draco squawks indignantly but I quickly shut him up by shoving my tongue up his arse. He whimpers beautifully as I thrust my tongue in and out, in and out, slow and then quicker, just as I know he likes. I release one of my hands so I can undo my jeans, push down my pants and take my aching cock in hand.
Suddenly, the door against which Draco is leaning moves as if to open. Draco staggers, but quickly rights himself and leans against the door with his full weight. Not that he weighs that much. And if it’s Charlie at the other side of that door, well… Let’s just say I’ve seen what muscles taming dragons gets you.
‘Fuck it! Stop you twat,’ Draco hisses.
I choose to ignore him. Somewhere deep inside my rational mind is telling me that stopping would in fact be the best idea right now. I choose to ignore that too. Instead, I up my pace.
I thrust my tongue in as far is it will go, before pulling back and circling the rim. I lick, I probe, I suck, all the while stroking myself at a furious pace.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Draco whines.
I roll my eyes silently. If he doesn’t know the answer to that one, well…
‘Bill? I think the door is stuck again!’ I hear what is unmistakably Charlie’s voice coming through the door. He rattles at the door, but Malfoy holds it in place desperately.
I feel my balls tighten at the thought of being caught. My heart is racing, I should stop, I should back away, I really should. But I don’t. Instead of freaking me out, the danger of getting caught is getting me so hard so fast I feel about ready to explode.
‘You’re sick. You’re a sick bastard and I hate you Potter’, Draco utters in between his heavy panting.
Perhaps I’d believe him, if I hadn’t just seen him lean his shoulders against the door so he can reach down and start stroking himself as he pushes his arse in my face again and again.
I can hear both Bill and Charlie now, talking to each other, throwing an Alohomora at the door. They’re talking about pushing the door open together, agreeing to count to three and sweet Merlin I know there’s no escaping now. Draco knows it too, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps pulling himself, the filthy slapping sounds just about pushing me over the edge.
When I hear the Weasley brothers call “three!” in unison, I push my tongue up Draco’s arse as far as it will go. He comes with a startled cry, and after one more stroke I follow him, coming so hard my vision goes dark for a moment.
When I can see again, Draco and I are in a tangled mess of limbs on the floor as Bill gapes at us, the door swung wide open. Charlie doesn’t gape. Instead, he looks both Draco and I up and down appreciatively.
I feel myself flush with both embarrassment and secret thrill. I was right, Charlie is fit. I steal a quick glance at Malfoy. He doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. Instead he looks smug. And when he catches Charlie looking at us, he looks interested. Very interested.
Suddenly, I’m startled by the sound of Bill clearing his throat.
‘Why don’t you help these boys fix this door, eh Charlie? Or better yet, I hear Harry has many doors at Grimmauld Place that get stuck all the time. Why don’t you go and help these two over there. Not here. Somewhere else. Anywhere but here will do nicely’
Bill doesn’t look back as he turns around and stalks back into the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
Draco snickers.
‘Somehow I don’t think this was what Bill and Fleur had in mind when they invited us to their House Warming party’.
All three of us share a bit of a nervous laugh.
‘So…’ Charlie says. ‘Exactly how warm is Grimmauld Place these days? Think it needs its own House Warming?’
Draco looks at me. I look back. We both look at Charlie.
‘It could get warmer,’ I say, feeling the thrill of anticipation as Charlie’s eyes turn predatory.
Title: Well, you asked for it
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 950
Warnings: Exhibitionism, obviously, PWP
Summary: A House Warming party isn’t supposed to get this hot. Is it?
‘Shut up Malfoy’.
Draco glares at me over his shoulder.
‘Every fucking time Potter. Cast a bloody silencing charm you… Oh fucking hell…’
He groans and leans his head on his arms, shoving his arse back further in my face as I slowly circle his hole with my tongue. My hands slide up from his knees to his thighs, until they take a firm grasp of his hips.
‘Steady on Malfoy’, I say, pulling back a little. ‘You did tell me to kiss your arse earlier, didn’t you?’
He doesn’t reply. Doesn’t even turn around to look at me, just stands there, waiting for me to continue. Merlin I’m loving this.
‘What?’ I say, trying for a mock-innocent tone. ‘Would you like me to stop?’
‘Mphf,’ is all the reply I get.
‘Sorry I didn’t get that’.
Draco lifts his head and gives me another one of those glares. The bastard knows how those glares turn me on, I’m sure of it. The smug little smile he gives me confirms it.
‘No no, wouldn’t dream of it. Please continue,’ he says haughtily.
Merlin I love it when he goes all “Malfoy” on me.
‘Only I’d hurry up if I were you. I think I just heard Charlie announce he needs to use the bathroom’.
‘Charlie eh? Interesting. He’s quite fit isn’t he…’ I contemplate.
Draco squawks indignantly but I quickly shut him up by shoving my tongue up his arse. He whimpers beautifully as I thrust my tongue in and out, in and out, slow and then quicker, just as I know he likes. I release one of my hands so I can undo my jeans, push down my pants and take my aching cock in hand.
Suddenly, the door against which Draco is leaning moves as if to open. Draco staggers, but quickly rights himself and leans against the door with his full weight. Not that he weighs that much. And if it’s Charlie at the other side of that door, well… Let’s just say I’ve seen what muscles taming dragons gets you.
‘Fuck it! Stop you twat,’ Draco hisses.
I choose to ignore him. Somewhere deep inside my rational mind is telling me that stopping would in fact be the best idea right now. I choose to ignore that too. Instead, I up my pace.
I thrust my tongue in as far is it will go, before pulling back and circling the rim. I lick, I probe, I suck, all the while stroking myself at a furious pace.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Draco whines.
I roll my eyes silently. If he doesn’t know the answer to that one, well…
‘Bill? I think the door is stuck again!’ I hear what is unmistakably Charlie’s voice coming through the door. He rattles at the door, but Malfoy holds it in place desperately.
I feel my balls tighten at the thought of being caught. My heart is racing, I should stop, I should back away, I really should. But I don’t. Instead of freaking me out, the danger of getting caught is getting me so hard so fast I feel about ready to explode.
‘You’re sick. You’re a sick bastard and I hate you Potter’, Draco utters in between his heavy panting.
Perhaps I’d believe him, if I hadn’t just seen him lean his shoulders against the door so he can reach down and start stroking himself as he pushes his arse in my face again and again.
I can hear both Bill and Charlie now, talking to each other, throwing an Alohomora at the door. They’re talking about pushing the door open together, agreeing to count to three and sweet Merlin I know there’s no escaping now. Draco knows it too, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps pulling himself, the filthy slapping sounds just about pushing me over the edge.
When I hear the Weasley brothers call “three!” in unison, I push my tongue up Draco’s arse as far as it will go. He comes with a startled cry, and after one more stroke I follow him, coming so hard my vision goes dark for a moment.
When I can see again, Draco and I are in a tangled mess of limbs on the floor as Bill gapes at us, the door swung wide open. Charlie doesn’t gape. Instead, he looks both Draco and I up and down appreciatively.
I feel myself flush with both embarrassment and secret thrill. I was right, Charlie is fit. I steal a quick glance at Malfoy. He doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. Instead he looks smug. And when he catches Charlie looking at us, he looks interested. Very interested.
Suddenly, I’m startled by the sound of Bill clearing his throat.
‘Why don’t you help these boys fix this door, eh Charlie? Or better yet, I hear Harry has many doors at Grimmauld Place that get stuck all the time. Why don’t you go and help these two over there. Not here. Somewhere else. Anywhere but here will do nicely’
Bill doesn’t look back as he turns around and stalks back into the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
Draco snickers.
‘Somehow I don’t think this was what Bill and Fleur had in mind when they invited us to their House Warming party’.
All three of us share a bit of a nervous laugh.
‘So…’ Charlie says. ‘Exactly how warm is Grimmauld Place these days? Think it needs its own House Warming?’
Draco looks at me. I look back. We both look at Charlie.
‘It could get warmer,’ I say, feeling the thrill of anticipation as Charlie’s eyes turn predatory.