Excuses, excuses.
Title: Excuses, Excuses
Author: psyduck / murielago
Pairing: Um, do you seriously have to ask?
Rating: Something between PG-13 and R, I think.
Prompt: dracoharry100’s #87: Patience
Word Count: 100 x 3
A/N: Oh my God, I am such a horrible, HORRIBLE Death Eater for not writing here more often! Promise me that you guys a) won’t hang me and b) never EVER study in the IB Programme, as it effectively makes you quit all other aspects of your life cold turkey. The title of this drabble applies to me too, I guess. *g*
Well, anyways, here’s my contribution for my wonderful team:
Excuses, Excuses
by Psyduck
”No.”
”But Harryyyyy..!”
Sigh.
”For Merlin’s sake, Draco, we’re already about to be late! Patience really is a virtue, you know. Put on something presentable and get downstairs.”
Pout.
“I don’t want to.”
“I know you don’t. But you know you’ll bow down to my will no matter what, so would you just stop fighting?”
“I’d rather bend down for you.”
Glare.
“Draco. I’m warning you.”
“Yes, yes, I know… But Gods, do I have to? You know how I hate the Weasley-Granger lot.”
“Come on, darling, you promised to play nice. This is a big deal, their daughter’s christening.”
*
“I know, I know, but… Please? I promise I’ll be fast.”
“Oh my God, you really have no patience.”
“Well, duh. Think who you’re talking to.”
“Seriously, get dressed and come downstairs, we’re supposed to be there in half an hour!”
“So? It takes three minutes to get dressed, two minutes to do my hair, ten seconds to get downstairs and 7 seconds in the Floo. That gives me… 24 minutes and 43 seconds time to give you the blowjob of your life. You won’t even have to take your clothes off, just sit and let me do everything.”
Gulp.
*
“But… Ron and Hermione and…”
Snort.
“Oh, please. I think they might actually survive without you there 30 minutes early.”
“Oh… Oh, fine.”
“Ha! Just sit down on the couch. Close your eyes.”
Gasp.
“Holy fuck...!”
“Mmh… Gods, Harry, you look amazing…”
Lick.
Whimper.
Suck.
Moan.
Hum.
“OhmyGod, Draco…!”
30 minutes later:
“Harry, Draco! You’re late!”
“I’m sorry, we had a bit of a… Um… Thing that, uh, held us back a bit…”
“Excuses, excuses.”
“Yeah, Harry. Don’t lie. I didn’t see you holding back very much toward the end.”
“Draco!”
Innocent smile.
“What?”
“Shut up.”
Smirk.
Slap.
Kiss.
Smile.