"When Do We Start?" (Harry/Draco)
Title: When Do We Start
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: ~320
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Dirty talk-ish
Created for: hp_humpdrabbles / Happy Belated birthday enchanted_jae
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: There aren't enough scoundrels in your life
“I happen to like nice men.”
“I’m a nice man.”
Harry scoffed. “No, you're not.”
“There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life,” Malfoy retorted. “Tell me, what are you afraid of?” Malfoy closed the distance between them and Harry stepped back. Not sure why he was allowing himself to do that…in all honesty, he could crush Malfoy with his little finger…
“The war proved that there were, in fact, enough scoundrels in my life. I really don’t need anymore.”
“Yeah? But did you fuck any of them?” Malfoy’s tone was flirty and Harry hated Malfoy so much for that.
“Merlin, you really do make things so difficult.”
“I was hoping that I made them hard instead. Hard for you…since I already am… so fucking hard for you, Potter.”
Harry was most definitely pushed into the wall now and Malfoy was most certainly on top of him. Malfoy swayed his hips a little and Harry groaned. He was hard and his erection was pressing against Malfoy’s.
Harry gulped and closed his eyes as his head rested against the back wall. “What do you want from me?”
“Want?” Malfoy said almost scoffing. “All I want to do is give, Potter.”
Harry opened his eyes to look at him.
“I want to give you a blow job that would have you come in my mouth in a way that’d make you think that you could never come like that again. Then, I’d like to turn you around and fuck you so fucking hard that your knees won't be able to function for about a week. You’d only be good for one thing and that’d be falling on my bed so I could fuck you…over and over again.”
Harry watched as Malfoy bit his lower lip and gave him a once over. “So what do you say?” Malfoy all but whispered in Harry’s ear.
“When do we start?”
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: ~320
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Dirty talk-ish
Created for: hp_humpdrabbles / Happy Belated birthday enchanted_jae
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: There aren't enough scoundrels in your life
“I happen to like nice men.”
“I’m a nice man.”
Harry scoffed. “No, you're not.”
“There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life,” Malfoy retorted. “Tell me, what are you afraid of?” Malfoy closed the distance between them and Harry stepped back. Not sure why he was allowing himself to do that…in all honesty, he could crush Malfoy with his little finger…
“The war proved that there were, in fact, enough scoundrels in my life. I really don’t need anymore.”
“Yeah? But did you fuck any of them?” Malfoy’s tone was flirty and Harry hated Malfoy so much for that.
“Merlin, you really do make things so difficult.”
“I was hoping that I made them hard instead. Hard for you…since I already am… so fucking hard for you, Potter.”
Harry was most definitely pushed into the wall now and Malfoy was most certainly on top of him. Malfoy swayed his hips a little and Harry groaned. He was hard and his erection was pressing against Malfoy’s.
Harry gulped and closed his eyes as his head rested against the back wall. “What do you want from me?”
“Want?” Malfoy said almost scoffing. “All I want to do is give, Potter.”
Harry opened his eyes to look at him.
“I want to give you a blow job that would have you come in my mouth in a way that’d make you think that you could never come like that again. Then, I’d like to turn you around and fuck you so fucking hard that your knees won't be able to function for about a week. You’d only be good for one thing and that’d be falling on my bed so I could fuck you…over and over again.”
Harry watched as Malfoy bit his lower lip and gave him a once over. “So what do you say?” Malfoy all but whispered in Harry’s ear.
“When do we start?”