JMDC gift!fic; HDPotsNPorn #54; HDFluff #82; Slythindor100 #141
Title: Rampaging Sweet Tooth
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for September 2011's JMDC winner bbebot, with a prompt of alohomora
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #54 - cupcakes/fairy cakes
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #82 - Draco's birthday
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #141 - Draco's birthday
Summary: Draco's greed gets the better of him.
Harry almost tripped out of the Floo in his haste. It had taken him longer than anticipated at the grocer's, and he could only hope Draco hadn't come home early. Harry shifted his bags of groceries to one hand and rushed towards the kitchen. His heart sank when he saw the door was closed. He gave it a push, but it didn't budge.
Harry quelled the urge to panic. "Draco," he called. "Are you in there?"
"No," came the immediate reply.
Harry frowned. "What are you doing in there?" he asked, even though he had a sneaking suspicion of what his sneaky boyfriend was up to.
"I'm doing the dishes," Draco replied, loudly enough to be heard through the door.
"You are not," snarled Harry. "Open this door!"
"No!"
Harry set his bags down and drew his wand. Pointing it at the door, he snapped out, "Alohomora!"
Nothing happened. Draco must have placed a powerful Colloportus on the door.
"Damn it, Draco, open the door!"
"I gave at the office!" Draco yelled back. His voice was muffled as if his mouth was full.
Harry's jaw tightened. "You're eating those fairy cakes I made, aren't you?" he accused. There was no response, and Harry imagined his greedy boyfriend frantically devouring the sweet treats. "I made those for Hugo's birthday, you tosser!" shouted Harry, banging on the door.
"It's my birthday, too!" Draco hollered back.
"Not until tomorrow!" cried Harry. "I promised Hermione I would bring fairy cakes to the party tonight."
"Too bad!"
"Too bad for you, you mean," said Harry, "because I was planning to make that chocolate truffle cake for your birthday." Harry heard footsteps rapidly approaching, and then the door opened a crack.
Draco peered out. He had a dab of icing on his chin and sprinkles on his lips. "I love that cake," he breathed.
Harry pushed the door open and shoved the bags at his boyfriend. "You can make it yourself, then," he spat, surveying the damage wrought by Draco's rampaging sweet tooth. It appeared there were at least enough fairy cakes spared for the children.
"But, I don't know how to make it," Draco was whining.
Harry rounded on him angrily. "You should have considered that before gorging yourself on the fairy cakes," he said. Draco opened his mouth, but Harry wasn't through. "Those were for the children, Draco," he said.
Draco shuffled his feet and hung his head. "I'm sorry," he muttered.
"You will be sorry when you get a belly ache later," Harry told him. It was an empty threat, however. Draco never got sick when he consumed vast quantities of sweets. Instead, he became hyper and horny. An involuntary quiver wracked Harry's body at the thought.
Draco worried his lip and peered up at Harry through his fringe.
Harry knew his boyfriend was playing on his sympathy, but he was still angry. "Why did you do this?" he asked, gesturing at the remnants of his fairy cakes.
"I was jealous," Draco admitted glumly. "You were making sweets for Hugo's party, and you hadn't even mentioned my birthday tomorrow."
"I wanted to surprise you," Harry said. "Have I ever forgotten your birthday?!"
Wordlessly, Draco shook his head. He sent another imploring look at Harry. "Will you...will you still make the chocolate truffle cake for me?" he asked.
Harry's heart melted, but he kept his expression stern. "You have some groveling to do first, I expect."
Draco brightened. "Would you like a suck?" he offered.
Harry's pulse sped up, and he glanced at the clock on the wall. "We need to get ready for Hugo's party," he said, "but there's time enough for you to suck me off, yeah."
Draco appeared taken aback. "But, what about me?" he had the nerve to ask.
"You'll have to wait until we return home," said Harry, unzipping his jeans. "Consider it your punishment."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for September 2011's JMDC winner bbebot, with a prompt of alohomora
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #54 - cupcakes/fairy cakes
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #82 - Draco's birthday
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #141 - Draco's birthday
Summary: Draco's greed gets the better of him.
Harry almost tripped out of the Floo in his haste. It had taken him longer than anticipated at the grocer's, and he could only hope Draco hadn't come home early. Harry shifted his bags of groceries to one hand and rushed towards the kitchen. His heart sank when he saw the door was closed. He gave it a push, but it didn't budge.
Harry quelled the urge to panic. "Draco," he called. "Are you in there?"
"No," came the immediate reply.
Harry frowned. "What are you doing in there?" he asked, even though he had a sneaking suspicion of what his sneaky boyfriend was up to.
"I'm doing the dishes," Draco replied, loudly enough to be heard through the door.
"You are not," snarled Harry. "Open this door!"
"No!"
Harry set his bags down and drew his wand. Pointing it at the door, he snapped out, "Alohomora!"
Nothing happened. Draco must have placed a powerful Colloportus on the door.
"Damn it, Draco, open the door!"
"I gave at the office!" Draco yelled back. His voice was muffled as if his mouth was full.
Harry's jaw tightened. "You're eating those fairy cakes I made, aren't you?" he accused. There was no response, and Harry imagined his greedy boyfriend frantically devouring the sweet treats. "I made those for Hugo's birthday, you tosser!" shouted Harry, banging on the door.
"It's my birthday, too!" Draco hollered back.
"Not until tomorrow!" cried Harry. "I promised Hermione I would bring fairy cakes to the party tonight."
"Too bad!"
"Too bad for you, you mean," said Harry, "because I was planning to make that chocolate truffle cake for your birthday." Harry heard footsteps rapidly approaching, and then the door opened a crack.
Draco peered out. He had a dab of icing on his chin and sprinkles on his lips. "I love that cake," he breathed.
Harry pushed the door open and shoved the bags at his boyfriend. "You can make it yourself, then," he spat, surveying the damage wrought by Draco's rampaging sweet tooth. It appeared there were at least enough fairy cakes spared for the children.
"But, I don't know how to make it," Draco was whining.
Harry rounded on him angrily. "You should have considered that before gorging yourself on the fairy cakes," he said. Draco opened his mouth, but Harry wasn't through. "Those were for the children, Draco," he said.
Draco shuffled his feet and hung his head. "I'm sorry," he muttered.
"You will be sorry when you get a belly ache later," Harry told him. It was an empty threat, however. Draco never got sick when he consumed vast quantities of sweets. Instead, he became hyper and horny. An involuntary quiver wracked Harry's body at the thought.
Draco worried his lip and peered up at Harry through his fringe.
Harry knew his boyfriend was playing on his sympathy, but he was still angry. "Why did you do this?" he asked, gesturing at the remnants of his fairy cakes.
"I was jealous," Draco admitted glumly. "You were making sweets for Hugo's party, and you hadn't even mentioned my birthday tomorrow."
"I wanted to surprise you," Harry said. "Have I ever forgotten your birthday?!"
Wordlessly, Draco shook his head. He sent another imploring look at Harry. "Will you...will you still make the chocolate truffle cake for me?" he asked.
Harry's heart melted, but he kept his expression stern. "You have some groveling to do first, I expect."
Draco brightened. "Would you like a suck?" he offered.
Harry's pulse sped up, and he glanced at the clock on the wall. "We need to get ready for Hugo's party," he said, "but there's time enough for you to suck me off, yeah."
Draco appeared taken aback. "But, what about me?" he had the nerve to ask.
"You'll have to wait until we return home," said Harry, unzipping his jeans. "Consider it your punishment."