JMDC gift!fic: Who's the Boss
Title: Who's the Boss
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1170
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers! Mind the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a gift for pervyunitwins, who won February's JMDC drawing and prompted me with boss!Harry, secretary!Draco.
Summary: Harry's new secretary is sending his libido into overdrive.
Harry strolled into his office and paused. His secretary was at the file cabinet, bent over while riffling through the bottom drawer. Harry's cock surged in his pants, and he muttered a curse under his breath.
Malfoy straightened at the sound and greeted Harry with a smile. "Good morning, Potter."
"Morning," Harry acknowledged gruffly. He slung his briefcase on top of his desk and dropped into his chair. As if being in charge of the Potter Foundation wasn't demanding enough, Harry now had to deal with Draco Malfoy on a daily basis. The man was sex on legs, and Harry's cock yearned for him.
Harry would have been perfectly content to wait for Hannah Longbottom to return to work from her maternity leave, but she had insisted he needed another secretary. Surprisingly enough, it had been Hermione who had recommended Malfoy for the position. Harry suppressed a moan as he tried not to think of exactly which position he'd like to have Malfoy in. An unbidden image came to his mind of Malfoy bent over the desk while Harry's hot cock pounded in and out of his hole. Harry shifted in his chair to ease the discomfort his wayward thoughts caused.
Malfoy approached, and the subtle scent of his cologne teased Harry's nostrils and his libido. Malfoy took the chair across the desk from Harry and leaned forward. "You've an appointment at ten with the Unicorn Conservation board, and you have a lunch meeting with the fund raising committee for the orphanage."
Harry's attention was focused on Malfoy's mouth as he spoke, and nothing his secretary said registered. "Okay," he nodded in automatic response. Harry's eyes moved to Malfoy's neck, and he fantasized about sucking love bites on that pale, perfect flesh.
"At two o'clock, you need to Floo call Madam Hooch in regards to the charity Quidditch match to be held at Hogwarts," Malfoy continued. "The final item on your itinerary is a trip to St Mungo's, where they will attempt to remove your cranium from your colon."
"That's fine," Harry remarked absently.
"Potter! Have you been listening to a single word I've said?!" Malfoy demanded.
Harry gave a guilty start. "Of course, I have," he defended himself.
"Really? Then what did I just tell you?"
Harry's brows drew down in a scowl. "Need I remind you who's the boss here?"
Malfoy stuck his nose in the air with a haughty sniff. "Very well, Potter, but don't come whinging to me when you can't keep track of your appointments and meetings."
Harry glared at him. "Why don't you run along and...file something?"
Malfoy stood up. "I'm taking an early lunch today," he announced. "I am meeting Adam Attenbury and may be late getting back as well."
"What?!" barked Harry, surging to his feet. "You can't go to lunch with Attenbury!"
"Why not?!"
"Because he...well he..." sputtered Harry before bellowing, "He just wants to get in your pants!"
Malfoy smirked at him. "Yes, that would be the point of an extended lunch."
A muscle jumped in Harry's jaw. "If anyone is going to get in your pants, Malfoy, it's going to be me," he rumbled.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Harry would be damned if he was going to back down now. He stepped it up a notch. "Come here."
Malfoy's chin lifted. "Is that an order, boss?"
"Yes," Harry bit out. He unbuckled his belt and drew it slowly out of the loops. Malfoy gulped audibly and tottered closer. "Bend over and put your hands on the desk," Harry ordered. His voice came out as a harsh whisper, and his breathing quickened.
"Potter, this is terribly uncivilized of you," Malfoy muttered even as he was obeying the command.
Harry moved in close behind Malfoy, not quite touching him, but near enough to feel the heat from his body. He reached out and placed both hands on Malfoy's hips, smiling a little when he felt his secretary twitch in reaction. "Have you and Attenbury being dating long?"
"N-no."
"So it was just a good shag you were after?" asked Harry.
"Ye-es."
Harry pressed his aching cock to Malfoy's arse and rubbed against him. "I can take care of that for you, Malfoy," he husked. "Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes," gasped Malfoy, pushing back into Harry's groin.
Harry pulled his wand from his sleeve and cast locking and muffling charms before he made short work of divesting Malfoy of his trousers and pants. He nearly bit his tongue when he glimpsed the handle of a plug between Malfoy's arse cheeks. "Why, you randy little minx," breathed Harry. He withdrew the plug in maddeningly slow increments until it slipped free with a moist pop. Harry fumbled with his own trousers until he succeeded in freeing his cock. "I'm going to shag you now," he said, compelled to warn Malfoy of his intentions in case his secretary had second thoughts.
Malfoy didn't respond verbally; rather, he spread his legs wider and dipped his spine to lift his arse into position.
Harry's momentary chivalry died with nary a whimper, and he got a good grip on Malfoy's hipbones and plunged into his tight, velvety heat. Strangled cries rose from both their throats and morphed into a series of staccato pants and lusty moans. Harry was delighted to realize the reality of shagging Malfoy far outweighed his paltry fantasies. Malfoy's hole was clenched around Harry's prick like a glove, and he was rolling his hips into each thrust and vocalizing his enjoyment in a manner that was anything but reserved or restrained. Harry loved it. He reached between Malfoy's legs and grasped his swollen cock.
Malfoy responded with a louder wail of enjoyment, and Harry's lips stretched back in a feral grin as he wanked and thrust and stroked Malfoy inside and out. The desk began rocking side to side, papers slid onto the floor, and Harry's inkwell spilled its contents over the wooden surface. Harry began to wonder if the walls would remain standing throughout this explosive sexual encounter.
Malfoy straightened his forearms and climaxed with a peal of ecstasy that Harry swore rattled the pieces of artwork in their frames. At the same time, his inner muscles spasmed around Harry's cock in an erotic massage.
Harry's balls drew up, his back tightened, and he came with a roar of completion. A painting crashed to the floor, then all was silent save for the ragged breaths of the office's two occupants.
Malfoy's arms gave out, and he wilted over the desk. Harry pushed his hips forward, unwilling to allow his softening cock to slip out of Malfoy's body. "Can Attenbury top you like that?" he growled.
Malfoy turned to peer at Harry over his shoulder, damp hair all but obscuring his eyes, and asked, "Who?"
Tease the Boss
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1170
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (characters are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers! Mind the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a gift for pervyunitwins, who won February's JMDC drawing and prompted me with boss!Harry, secretary!Draco.
Summary: Harry's new secretary is sending his libido into overdrive.
Harry strolled into his office and paused. His secretary was at the file cabinet, bent over while riffling through the bottom drawer. Harry's cock surged in his pants, and he muttered a curse under his breath.
Malfoy straightened at the sound and greeted Harry with a smile. "Good morning, Potter."
"Morning," Harry acknowledged gruffly. He slung his briefcase on top of his desk and dropped into his chair. As if being in charge of the Potter Foundation wasn't demanding enough, Harry now had to deal with Draco Malfoy on a daily basis. The man was sex on legs, and Harry's cock yearned for him.
Harry would have been perfectly content to wait for Hannah Longbottom to return to work from her maternity leave, but she had insisted he needed another secretary. Surprisingly enough, it had been Hermione who had recommended Malfoy for the position. Harry suppressed a moan as he tried not to think of exactly which position he'd like to have Malfoy in. An unbidden image came to his mind of Malfoy bent over the desk while Harry's hot cock pounded in and out of his hole. Harry shifted in his chair to ease the discomfort his wayward thoughts caused.
Malfoy approached, and the subtle scent of his cologne teased Harry's nostrils and his libido. Malfoy took the chair across the desk from Harry and leaned forward. "You've an appointment at ten with the Unicorn Conservation board, and you have a lunch meeting with the fund raising committee for the orphanage."
Harry's attention was focused on Malfoy's mouth as he spoke, and nothing his secretary said registered. "Okay," he nodded in automatic response. Harry's eyes moved to Malfoy's neck, and he fantasized about sucking love bites on that pale, perfect flesh.
"At two o'clock, you need to Floo call Madam Hooch in regards to the charity Quidditch match to be held at Hogwarts," Malfoy continued. "The final item on your itinerary is a trip to St Mungo's, where they will attempt to remove your cranium from your colon."
"That's fine," Harry remarked absently.
"Potter! Have you been listening to a single word I've said?!" Malfoy demanded.
Harry gave a guilty start. "Of course, I have," he defended himself.
"Really? Then what did I just tell you?"
Harry's brows drew down in a scowl. "Need I remind you who's the boss here?"
Malfoy stuck his nose in the air with a haughty sniff. "Very well, Potter, but don't come whinging to me when you can't keep track of your appointments and meetings."
Harry glared at him. "Why don't you run along and...file something?"
Malfoy stood up. "I'm taking an early lunch today," he announced. "I am meeting Adam Attenbury and may be late getting back as well."
"What?!" barked Harry, surging to his feet. "You can't go to lunch with Attenbury!"
"Why not?!"
"Because he...well he..." sputtered Harry before bellowing, "He just wants to get in your pants!"
Malfoy smirked at him. "Yes, that would be the point of an extended lunch."
A muscle jumped in Harry's jaw. "If anyone is going to get in your pants, Malfoy, it's going to be me," he rumbled.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Harry would be damned if he was going to back down now. He stepped it up a notch. "Come here."
Malfoy's chin lifted. "Is that an order, boss?"
"Yes," Harry bit out. He unbuckled his belt and drew it slowly out of the loops. Malfoy gulped audibly and tottered closer. "Bend over and put your hands on the desk," Harry ordered. His voice came out as a harsh whisper, and his breathing quickened.
"Potter, this is terribly uncivilized of you," Malfoy muttered even as he was obeying the command.
Harry moved in close behind Malfoy, not quite touching him, but near enough to feel the heat from his body. He reached out and placed both hands on Malfoy's hips, smiling a little when he felt his secretary twitch in reaction. "Have you and Attenbury being dating long?"
"N-no."
"So it was just a good shag you were after?" asked Harry.
"Ye-es."
Harry pressed his aching cock to Malfoy's arse and rubbed against him. "I can take care of that for you, Malfoy," he husked. "Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes," gasped Malfoy, pushing back into Harry's groin.
Harry pulled his wand from his sleeve and cast locking and muffling charms before he made short work of divesting Malfoy of his trousers and pants. He nearly bit his tongue when he glimpsed the handle of a plug between Malfoy's arse cheeks. "Why, you randy little minx," breathed Harry. He withdrew the plug in maddeningly slow increments until it slipped free with a moist pop. Harry fumbled with his own trousers until he succeeded in freeing his cock. "I'm going to shag you now," he said, compelled to warn Malfoy of his intentions in case his secretary had second thoughts.
Malfoy didn't respond verbally; rather, he spread his legs wider and dipped his spine to lift his arse into position.
Harry's momentary chivalry died with nary a whimper, and he got a good grip on Malfoy's hipbones and plunged into his tight, velvety heat. Strangled cries rose from both their throats and morphed into a series of staccato pants and lusty moans. Harry was delighted to realize the reality of shagging Malfoy far outweighed his paltry fantasies. Malfoy's hole was clenched around Harry's prick like a glove, and he was rolling his hips into each thrust and vocalizing his enjoyment in a manner that was anything but reserved or restrained. Harry loved it. He reached between Malfoy's legs and grasped his swollen cock.
Malfoy responded with a louder wail of enjoyment, and Harry's lips stretched back in a feral grin as he wanked and thrust and stroked Malfoy inside and out. The desk began rocking side to side, papers slid onto the floor, and Harry's inkwell spilled its contents over the wooden surface. Harry began to wonder if the walls would remain standing throughout this explosive sexual encounter.
Malfoy straightened his forearms and climaxed with a peal of ecstasy that Harry swore rattled the pieces of artwork in their frames. At the same time, his inner muscles spasmed around Harry's cock in an erotic massage.
Harry's balls drew up, his back tightened, and he came with a roar of completion. A painting crashed to the floor, then all was silent save for the ragged breaths of the office's two occupants.
Malfoy's arms gave out, and he wilted over the desk. Harry pushed his hips forward, unwilling to allow his softening cock to slip out of Malfoy's body. "Can Attenbury top you like that?" he growled.
Malfoy turned to peer at Harry over his shoulder, damp hair all but obscuring his eyes, and asked, "Who?"
Tease the Boss