Breakfast, or something
Title: Breakfast, or something
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexin'
Word count: 700
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for silenceberry, who left it up to me what to write. I seized the opportunity to FINALLY finish my Coffee, or something trilogy.
Summary: Harry accompanies Draco to his flat for dessert.
"If you'd like, Harry, we can return to my flat for dessert...or something."
Harry hadn't needed to be asked twice. He had jumped at the chance to accompany Draco back to his flat. As it turned out, Draco did serve dessert. He had a berry trifle that the two of them indulged in as they continued the easy discourse they'd taken pleasure in over dinner. Afterward, Draco gave Harry a brief tour of the spacious flat while Harry complimented the decor and remarked on some of the artwork Draco had tastefully displayed.
Eventually, the tour made it to Draco's bedroom, and Harry was both impressed and tantalized by the massive bed that dominated the center of the room. There was no Slytherin green to be found here; rather, the room was done in shades of blue and gray. Its raw masculinity appealed to Harry, and he found his gaze straying again and again to the bed.
"Would you like to try it out?"
"Huh?" Harry shifted his focus to Draco and flushed when he realized his host had caught him staring at the bed.
Draco left Harry's side to sit on the edge of the large bed. "I asked if you'd like to try it out," he repeated. "I did invite you back to my place for dessert."
"I thought you meant that literally when you fed me trifle," said Harry.
"That was merely an appetizer," Draco grinned. "Besides, I didn't want to seem too forward, in case you weren't prepared for more than food and conversation tonight.
"I wasn't sure how much more you were interested in," Harry admitted with a chuckle.
Draco leaned back on his elbows and said, "I'm interested in everything you have to offer."
Harry took a hesitant step forward, and when Draco's eyes darkened, he grew bolder and sat next to him on the bed. "Top or bottom?" he dared.
"I like to switch," said Draco. "Since you're my guest, I'll let you choose."
"I enjoy switching, too," Harry said, "but I've been wanting to shag you all through dinner." He leaned over Draco and pressed a gentle kiss to Draco's lips. Draco responded easily, and they snogged like that for several moments. They kissed and licked and nipped and sucked at one another's lips, until Draco was lying on his back while Harry crouched above him.
When they broke apart, they began undressing at a slow pace. Frequently, they paused to kiss or caress one another. Once their clothing had been cast aside, Draco pressed a bottle of lubricant into Harry's hand and lay back, clearly giving Harry permission to take control.
Harry ignored his body's demands to speed things along, opting instead to take his time preparing Draco. Harry didn't want his first time with his new lover to be his last. Draco was panting, squirming and pleading before Harry moved to cover Draco's body with his own. Draco parted his thighs and welcomed Harry's thrust with a moan of pleasure.
Their movements were stilted and out of sync at first, but they soon established a mutually satisfying rhythm. Harry pressed their chests together and buried his face in Draco's hair. Only his hips were in motion, pumping steadily between Draco's legs while Draco's hands stroked Harry's back and squeezed his arse. Draco climaxed first with a soft gasp of wonder as he pulsed against Harry's stomach. Harry followed mere moments later, groaning through his release. Harry kissed Draco's temple, cheek and mouth before he reluctantly eased free to lie next to Draco.
"How was it?" Draco asked, turning to burrow into Harry's waiting arms.
"The bed, or the sex?" teased Harry.
"Prat."
Harry laughed and kissed the tip of Draco's nose. "The bed is fantastic, and the sex was brilliant," he said.
"Does that mean you'll stay?" asked Draco.
Harry's pulse hammered with excitement, and he strove for an even tone when he replied, "I'd like that, yeah."
"Excellent," said Draco. "I'll make it worth your while."
"Oh? How do you plan to do that?" Harry asked.
Draco kissed Harry and murmured against his lips, "In the morning, I'll make you breakfast...or something."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexin'
Word count: 700
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for silenceberry, who left it up to me what to write. I seized the opportunity to FINALLY finish my Coffee, or something trilogy.
Summary: Harry accompanies Draco to his flat for dessert.
"If you'd like, Harry, we can return to my flat for dessert...or something."
Harry hadn't needed to be asked twice. He had jumped at the chance to accompany Draco back to his flat. As it turned out, Draco did serve dessert. He had a berry trifle that the two of them indulged in as they continued the easy discourse they'd taken pleasure in over dinner. Afterward, Draco gave Harry a brief tour of the spacious flat while Harry complimented the decor and remarked on some of the artwork Draco had tastefully displayed.
Eventually, the tour made it to Draco's bedroom, and Harry was both impressed and tantalized by the massive bed that dominated the center of the room. There was no Slytherin green to be found here; rather, the room was done in shades of blue and gray. Its raw masculinity appealed to Harry, and he found his gaze straying again and again to the bed.
"Would you like to try it out?"
"Huh?" Harry shifted his focus to Draco and flushed when he realized his host had caught him staring at the bed.
Draco left Harry's side to sit on the edge of the large bed. "I asked if you'd like to try it out," he repeated. "I did invite you back to my place for dessert."
"I thought you meant that literally when you fed me trifle," said Harry.
"That was merely an appetizer," Draco grinned. "Besides, I didn't want to seem too forward, in case you weren't prepared for more than food and conversation tonight.
"I wasn't sure how much more you were interested in," Harry admitted with a chuckle.
Draco leaned back on his elbows and said, "I'm interested in everything you have to offer."
Harry took a hesitant step forward, and when Draco's eyes darkened, he grew bolder and sat next to him on the bed. "Top or bottom?" he dared.
"I like to switch," said Draco. "Since you're my guest, I'll let you choose."
"I enjoy switching, too," Harry said, "but I've been wanting to shag you all through dinner." He leaned over Draco and pressed a gentle kiss to Draco's lips. Draco responded easily, and they snogged like that for several moments. They kissed and licked and nipped and sucked at one another's lips, until Draco was lying on his back while Harry crouched above him.
When they broke apart, they began undressing at a slow pace. Frequently, they paused to kiss or caress one another. Once their clothing had been cast aside, Draco pressed a bottle of lubricant into Harry's hand and lay back, clearly giving Harry permission to take control.
Harry ignored his body's demands to speed things along, opting instead to take his time preparing Draco. Harry didn't want his first time with his new lover to be his last. Draco was panting, squirming and pleading before Harry moved to cover Draco's body with his own. Draco parted his thighs and welcomed Harry's thrust with a moan of pleasure.
Their movements were stilted and out of sync at first, but they soon established a mutually satisfying rhythm. Harry pressed their chests together and buried his face in Draco's hair. Only his hips were in motion, pumping steadily between Draco's legs while Draco's hands stroked Harry's back and squeezed his arse. Draco climaxed first with a soft gasp of wonder as he pulsed against Harry's stomach. Harry followed mere moments later, groaning through his release. Harry kissed Draco's temple, cheek and mouth before he reluctantly eased free to lie next to Draco.
"How was it?" Draco asked, turning to burrow into Harry's waiting arms.
"The bed, or the sex?" teased Harry.
"Prat."
Harry laughed and kissed the tip of Draco's nose. "The bed is fantastic, and the sex was brilliant," he said.
"Does that mean you'll stay?" asked Draco.
Harry's pulse hammered with excitement, and he strove for an even tone when he replied, "I'd like that, yeah."
"Excellent," said Draco. "I'll make it worth your while."
"Oh? How do you plan to do that?" Harry asked.
Draco kissed Harry and murmured against his lips, "In the morning, I'll make you breakfast...or something."