Tease the Boss
Title: Tease the Boss
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Good, old-fashioned over-the-desk sex!
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for lokifan, using the prompt words spanking, secretary, yes. Sequel to Who's the Boss.
Summary: Malfoy is poised to make another conquest, but not if Harry has anything to say on the matter.
Harry pushed open the door marked The Potter Foundation and strode into his office. There was a pile of reports teetering on his desk, but there was no sign of his temporary secretary.
"Malfoy!" Harry barked. There was no response. Harry thumped his briefcase onto his desk, nearly toppling the pile of reports. He'd been running late, which meant Malfoy should have been here already. Instead, it appeared Harry's secretary had yet to arrive. Harry scowled and reached for the report on top of the stack.
Fifteen minutes later, Malfoy breezed into the office.
"Good morning, Potter," he greeted.
"Where have you been?!" snapped Harry. "You're late."
Malfoy's smile turned to a sneer in a trice. "I stopped at a bakery on the way to pick up some scones and coffee," he said, thunking a bag down on Harry's desk. "Enjoy!"
Harry gaped at Malfoy as his secretary stalked away from him. He realized he shouldn't have been so tetchy, but he had been floundering around Malfoy lately. Ever since the day Harry had bent Malfoy over his desk and shagged him, there had been an awkward strain between them. Malfoy hadn't mentioned the incident, so neither had Harry. He reckoned if Malfoy wanted to pretend it had never happened, then he could play along. The trouble was, Harry's cock remembered, and it was eager for another go.
Malfoy opened a drawer in a filing cabinet, withdrew a file, and slammed the drawer shut again.
Harry sighed and swallowed his pride. "My apologies, Malfoy," he said gruffly. Belatedly, he thought to add, "Thank you for the scone and coffee."
Malfoy merely nodded in acknowledgment, but the stiff set of his shoulders relaxed. He returned to his own desk and sat down, head bent over his work.
Harry felt most of his own tension drain away, and he opened the bag Malfoy had brought him. Harry withdrew a cup of coffee that was miraculously still hot, along with a white-chocolate raspberry scone, his favorite. Harry bit into it with a sigh of pleasure, then turned his attention to his work in a better frame of mind.
~*~
Two hours later, Harry noticed that Malfoy was squirming in his chair. Harry couldn't fail to notice, because he frequently looked at his secretary. "Problem, Malfoy?" he asked.
Malfoy glanced up at Harry and stilled. "No, Potter," he replied, scribbling away at a report.
After a moment, Harry resumed looking over the list of donors that would be attending the Potter Foundation's next charitable event. From the corner of his eye, Harry caught Malfoy fidgeting again. "Malfoy, why can you not sit still?!"
"I didn't know lace was so uncomfortable!" blurted Malfoy.
Harry's fingers crumpled the edge of the parchment. "Lace?" he asked.
"You misheard me," sniffed Malfoy. He refused to meet Harry's eyes, however.
"I demand an explanation, Malfoy."
Malfoy glared at him before admitting, "I'm wearing lace knickers."
Harry suspected he would have swayed, had he not been sitting down. "Why are you wearing lace knickers, Malfoy?"
"I am quite sure that is none of your business, Potter."
Harry's jaw tightened. "Are you having lunch with Attenbury?" he asked in clipped tones.
"Of course not," scoffed Malfoy. "I'm meeting Lance Lunceford for lunch."
"The hell you are!" snarled Harry. "He's nothing but a player!"
"That would be why I'm wearing the lace knickers," said Malfoy. His expression was maddeningly smug.
Harry stood up and slammed his hands on his desk. "I forbid you to go."
Malfoy had the gall to snort at him. "You're not my father, Potter," he drawled.
"No, but I can give you the spanking you so richly deserve."
"You don't have enough hair on your balls to try it," sneered Malfoy.
Harry didn't quite vault over his desk, but he was across the office and up in Malfoy's face so quickly that Malfoy could only blink at him in surprise. Malfoy yelped when Harry spun him around, planted a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him over the desk.
"Unhand me, Potter! Ouch!" Malfoy cried when Harry delivered a stinging, open-hand swat to his arse.
"Not enough...hair on my...balls, eh?" puffed Harry, smacking Malfoy's arse a few more times. He paused to fondle one abused arse cheek, wondering if Malfoy really was wearing lace knickers. Malfoy moaned, but Harry didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure. There was only one sure way to find out. He groped between Malfoy's legs, groaning when he discovered that Malfoy was hard.
"Was it lunch you wanted from Lunceford, or sex?" Harry rasped.
"S-sex," Malfoy stammered, arching into Harry's touch.
Harry didn't ask twice. He quickly undid Malfoy's trousers and tugged them down, revealing a pair of lacy black knickers. "You saucy slag," he breathed, pausing to caress Malfoy's lace-clad bum. Harry opened his own trousers and pushed them down, along with his pants. He peeled Malfoy's knickers down, exposing his arse. Harry palmed Malfoy's arse cheeks and spread them, biting his lip at the sight of his secretary's rosy entrance. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, managing a wandless spell to prepare Malfoy.
"Tell me this is what you want, Malfoy," Harry whispered.
"Yes," Malfoy sighed.
Harry lined himself up and thrust forward, sinking into velvety heat. Malfoy moaned and pushed back. Encouraged, Harry drove in deeper. His hands clamped onto Malfoy's hips, holding him in place as Harry fucked him. He didn't hold back, and neither did Malfoy. Their bodies came together again and again, rocking the desk and spilling several items off of it.
Harry put his back into it, pounding into Malfoy's arse in one hot stroke after another. Malfoy continued arching back to meet each thrust, emitting soft little cries of pleasure each time Harry plunged into him. Harry reached around and grasped Malfoy's cock. He began stroking Malfoy, wanting to bring him off first. Malfoy responded with a lusty wail. Harry gave him his all, thrusting and stroking as he grunted with effort.
Malfoy climaxed, back arching like a bow and cock jerking in Harry's hand. Harry's hips continued pumping over Malfoy's arse until he groaned through his own release. He slumped over Malfoy and panted against his secretary's neck.
When Harry could breathe again, he muttered, "You are not going to lunch with Lunceford."
Malfoy looked back at Harry with a frown. "Who?"
Challenge the Boss
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Good, old-fashioned over-the-desk sex!
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for lokifan, using the prompt words spanking, secretary, yes. Sequel to Who's the Boss.
Summary: Malfoy is poised to make another conquest, but not if Harry has anything to say on the matter.
Harry pushed open the door marked The Potter Foundation and strode into his office. There was a pile of reports teetering on his desk, but there was no sign of his temporary secretary.
"Malfoy!" Harry barked. There was no response. Harry thumped his briefcase onto his desk, nearly toppling the pile of reports. He'd been running late, which meant Malfoy should have been here already. Instead, it appeared Harry's secretary had yet to arrive. Harry scowled and reached for the report on top of the stack.
Fifteen minutes later, Malfoy breezed into the office.
"Good morning, Potter," he greeted.
"Where have you been?!" snapped Harry. "You're late."
Malfoy's smile turned to a sneer in a trice. "I stopped at a bakery on the way to pick up some scones and coffee," he said, thunking a bag down on Harry's desk. "Enjoy!"
Harry gaped at Malfoy as his secretary stalked away from him. He realized he shouldn't have been so tetchy, but he had been floundering around Malfoy lately. Ever since the day Harry had bent Malfoy over his desk and shagged him, there had been an awkward strain between them. Malfoy hadn't mentioned the incident, so neither had Harry. He reckoned if Malfoy wanted to pretend it had never happened, then he could play along. The trouble was, Harry's cock remembered, and it was eager for another go.
Malfoy opened a drawer in a filing cabinet, withdrew a file, and slammed the drawer shut again.
Harry sighed and swallowed his pride. "My apologies, Malfoy," he said gruffly. Belatedly, he thought to add, "Thank you for the scone and coffee."
Malfoy merely nodded in acknowledgment, but the stiff set of his shoulders relaxed. He returned to his own desk and sat down, head bent over his work.
Harry felt most of his own tension drain away, and he opened the bag Malfoy had brought him. Harry withdrew a cup of coffee that was miraculously still hot, along with a white-chocolate raspberry scone, his favorite. Harry bit into it with a sigh of pleasure, then turned his attention to his work in a better frame of mind.
~*~
Two hours later, Harry noticed that Malfoy was squirming in his chair. Harry couldn't fail to notice, because he frequently looked at his secretary. "Problem, Malfoy?" he asked.
Malfoy glanced up at Harry and stilled. "No, Potter," he replied, scribbling away at a report.
After a moment, Harry resumed looking over the list of donors that would be attending the Potter Foundation's next charitable event. From the corner of his eye, Harry caught Malfoy fidgeting again. "Malfoy, why can you not sit still?!"
"I didn't know lace was so uncomfortable!" blurted Malfoy.
Harry's fingers crumpled the edge of the parchment. "Lace?" he asked.
"You misheard me," sniffed Malfoy. He refused to meet Harry's eyes, however.
"I demand an explanation, Malfoy."
Malfoy glared at him before admitting, "I'm wearing lace knickers."
Harry suspected he would have swayed, had he not been sitting down. "Why are you wearing lace knickers, Malfoy?"
"I am quite sure that is none of your business, Potter."
Harry's jaw tightened. "Are you having lunch with Attenbury?" he asked in clipped tones.
"Of course not," scoffed Malfoy. "I'm meeting Lance Lunceford for lunch."
"The hell you are!" snarled Harry. "He's nothing but a player!"
"That would be why I'm wearing the lace knickers," said Malfoy. His expression was maddeningly smug.
Harry stood up and slammed his hands on his desk. "I forbid you to go."
Malfoy had the gall to snort at him. "You're not my father, Potter," he drawled.
"No, but I can give you the spanking you so richly deserve."
"You don't have enough hair on your balls to try it," sneered Malfoy.
Harry didn't quite vault over his desk, but he was across the office and up in Malfoy's face so quickly that Malfoy could only blink at him in surprise. Malfoy yelped when Harry spun him around, planted a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him over the desk.
"Unhand me, Potter! Ouch!" Malfoy cried when Harry delivered a stinging, open-hand swat to his arse.
"Not enough...hair on my...balls, eh?" puffed Harry, smacking Malfoy's arse a few more times. He paused to fondle one abused arse cheek, wondering if Malfoy really was wearing lace knickers. Malfoy moaned, but Harry didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure. There was only one sure way to find out. He groped between Malfoy's legs, groaning when he discovered that Malfoy was hard.
"Was it lunch you wanted from Lunceford, or sex?" Harry rasped.
"S-sex," Malfoy stammered, arching into Harry's touch.
Harry didn't ask twice. He quickly undid Malfoy's trousers and tugged them down, revealing a pair of lacy black knickers. "You saucy slag," he breathed, pausing to caress Malfoy's lace-clad bum. Harry opened his own trousers and pushed them down, along with his pants. He peeled Malfoy's knickers down, exposing his arse. Harry palmed Malfoy's arse cheeks and spread them, biting his lip at the sight of his secretary's rosy entrance. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, managing a wandless spell to prepare Malfoy.
"Tell me this is what you want, Malfoy," Harry whispered.
"Yes," Malfoy sighed.
Harry lined himself up and thrust forward, sinking into velvety heat. Malfoy moaned and pushed back. Encouraged, Harry drove in deeper. His hands clamped onto Malfoy's hips, holding him in place as Harry fucked him. He didn't hold back, and neither did Malfoy. Their bodies came together again and again, rocking the desk and spilling several items off of it.
Harry put his back into it, pounding into Malfoy's arse in one hot stroke after another. Malfoy continued arching back to meet each thrust, emitting soft little cries of pleasure each time Harry plunged into him. Harry reached around and grasped Malfoy's cock. He began stroking Malfoy, wanting to bring him off first. Malfoy responded with a lusty wail. Harry gave him his all, thrusting and stroking as he grunted with effort.
Malfoy climaxed, back arching like a bow and cock jerking in Harry's hand. Harry's hips continued pumping over Malfoy's arse until he groaned through his own release. He slumped over Malfoy and panted against his secretary's neck.
When Harry could breathe again, he muttered, "You are not going to lunch with Lunceford."
Malfoy looked back at Harry with a frown. "Who?"
Challenge the Boss