Birthday gift; HDPotsnPorn #68; Peaches verse
Title: Peach on Earth
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OCs
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sex and peaches
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 855
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 alisanne, using the prompt words sweet, summer, peaches
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt ##68 - eating outside
Author's note: This is from my Peaches verse, but it can be read alone.
Summary: Picking peaches leads to a quickie in the orchard.
"This is my favorite time of year," said Harry. He parked the car and turned his head to smile at his fiance.
"I thought you enjoyed the hols," said Draco.
"Yes," Harry agreed, "but this is when we can visit the local orchard and pick fresh peaches." He got out of the car and walked around to open Draco's door for him.
"I should have known you'd have an ulterior motive when you asked me to go for a drive," said Draco. He was smiling, however, and clearly pleased to be there.
Harry took Draco's hand and led him to the wooden shack where they were able to collect baskets before venturing into the orchard. The peach trees were heavy with ripening fruit, and the air was filled with the mouth-watering scent of peaches.
Draco glanced at Harry from beneath his lashes, wondering if his fiance was becoming aroused. Harry loved peaches to a fascinating degree, and Draco had initially seduced him with a fresh-baked peach pie.
Harry dropped Draco's hand and reached for the nearest, peach-laden branch. He carefully picked two ripe peaches and placed them in his basket. Draco stepped away from his fiance and began picking peaches, too. He couldn't wait to put them to use in the kitchen. For that matter, Draco had some interesting ideas as to how to use them in the bedroom.
They worked in easy silence, picking peaches and filling their baskets. Draco paused to bring a peach to his nose and inhale the fragrance. "I love sweet, summer peaches," he said. Draco raised his eyes to Harry, only to see his fiance staring back at him with hot, green eyes. Draco held Harry's gaze and ran his tongue over the peach suggestively. The fuzzy texture reminded him of a certain part of Harry's anatomy, and Draco hummed in pleasure.
Harry's pupils dilated, and his basket listed precariously.
Draco opened his mouth and took a bite of his peach. The succulent flavor burst over his tongue, and juice dribbled from one corner of his mouth. Draco moaned in sensual delight. No wonder Harry found peaches orgasmic. Draco took another bite, then lowered the peach and flicked his tongue out to catch the juice that escaped.
Harry moved so fast that Draco couldn't be certain his fiance hadn't Apparated the short distance between them. Draco stopped wondering about it when Harry's mouth claimed his lips in a passionate kiss.
Harry groaned as the combined flavors of Draco and peach filled his mouth. He swiped his tongue over Draco's lips, then delved inside in search of more. Draco welcomed the invasion by sliding his own tongue over Harry's. His basket dropped from his hand, spilling peaches on the ground. When Draco found himself being lowered to the grass, he balked.
"Harry," he gasped, breaking the kiss. "We can't. Not here."
Harry responded by casting several repelling and disillusionment charms in quick succession. He laid Draco down and dove right in again.
Draco could no longer deny Harry's desire, nor his own. He relaxed back, groaning into Harry's mouth as his fiance's body covered him. When Harry raised his head to drag in a lungful of air, Draco panted, "Quickie...we have to make it a quickie."
Harry had the nerve to smirk...right before he Vanished Draco's jeans and pants. Another wordless, wandless spell left Draco lubed and loose. Harry fumbled to open his own jeans, and he withdrew his rigid cock before nudging his hips between Draco's thighs.
Draco tilted up, Harry thrust forward, and both of them moaned when their bodies reconnected in the most basic way possible. Draco palmed Harry's arse and urged him into motion. While the prospect of getting caught was titillating, he would simply die of embarrassment should it happen.
Harry picked up the pace, pounding into Draco hard and fast. The peaches had provided the perfect aphrodisiac, and Harry seemed intent on getting both of them off as quickly as possible. Draco climaxed first, muffling his shout of pleasure against Harry's warm shoulder. Harry bit back a groan when he came a moment later.
Voices in the distance brought Draco out of his post-coital lethargy. "Get up," he hissed, pushing against Harry's shoulders. Harry pulled out with a muttered swear. Draco sat up, performed some wandless spellwork of his own to clean them both, then reached for his clothing. He kicked his shoes off and hurriedly dressed while Harry gathered their scattered peaches. He then dismantled the spells he'd put up, and the two of them resumed picking ripe fruit from the trees.
An older couple strolled into their row and waved at them. "Beautiful day, eh, lads?" the gentleman said in a friendly voice.
Draco and Harry nodded and voiced their assent. Draco turned away to hide his smile. The old Muggle had no idea how beautiful a day it was.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OCs
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sex and peaches
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 855
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 alisanne, using the prompt words sweet, summer, peaches
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt ##68 - eating outside
Author's note: This is from my Peaches verse, but it can be read alone.
Summary: Picking peaches leads to a quickie in the orchard.
"This is my favorite time of year," said Harry. He parked the car and turned his head to smile at his fiance.
"I thought you enjoyed the hols," said Draco.
"Yes," Harry agreed, "but this is when we can visit the local orchard and pick fresh peaches." He got out of the car and walked around to open Draco's door for him.
"I should have known you'd have an ulterior motive when you asked me to go for a drive," said Draco. He was smiling, however, and clearly pleased to be there.
Harry took Draco's hand and led him to the wooden shack where they were able to collect baskets before venturing into the orchard. The peach trees were heavy with ripening fruit, and the air was filled with the mouth-watering scent of peaches.
Draco glanced at Harry from beneath his lashes, wondering if his fiance was becoming aroused. Harry loved peaches to a fascinating degree, and Draco had initially seduced him with a fresh-baked peach pie.
Harry dropped Draco's hand and reached for the nearest, peach-laden branch. He carefully picked two ripe peaches and placed them in his basket. Draco stepped away from his fiance and began picking peaches, too. He couldn't wait to put them to use in the kitchen. For that matter, Draco had some interesting ideas as to how to use them in the bedroom.
They worked in easy silence, picking peaches and filling their baskets. Draco paused to bring a peach to his nose and inhale the fragrance. "I love sweet, summer peaches," he said. Draco raised his eyes to Harry, only to see his fiance staring back at him with hot, green eyes. Draco held Harry's gaze and ran his tongue over the peach suggestively. The fuzzy texture reminded him of a certain part of Harry's anatomy, and Draco hummed in pleasure.
Harry's pupils dilated, and his basket listed precariously.
Draco opened his mouth and took a bite of his peach. The succulent flavor burst over his tongue, and juice dribbled from one corner of his mouth. Draco moaned in sensual delight. No wonder Harry found peaches orgasmic. Draco took another bite, then lowered the peach and flicked his tongue out to catch the juice that escaped.
Harry moved so fast that Draco couldn't be certain his fiance hadn't Apparated the short distance between them. Draco stopped wondering about it when Harry's mouth claimed his lips in a passionate kiss.
Harry groaned as the combined flavors of Draco and peach filled his mouth. He swiped his tongue over Draco's lips, then delved inside in search of more. Draco welcomed the invasion by sliding his own tongue over Harry's. His basket dropped from his hand, spilling peaches on the ground. When Draco found himself being lowered to the grass, he balked.
"Harry," he gasped, breaking the kiss. "We can't. Not here."
Harry responded by casting several repelling and disillusionment charms in quick succession. He laid Draco down and dove right in again.
Draco could no longer deny Harry's desire, nor his own. He relaxed back, groaning into Harry's mouth as his fiance's body covered him. When Harry raised his head to drag in a lungful of air, Draco panted, "Quickie...we have to make it a quickie."
Harry had the nerve to smirk...right before he Vanished Draco's jeans and pants. Another wordless, wandless spell left Draco lubed and loose. Harry fumbled to open his own jeans, and he withdrew his rigid cock before nudging his hips between Draco's thighs.
Draco tilted up, Harry thrust forward, and both of them moaned when their bodies reconnected in the most basic way possible. Draco palmed Harry's arse and urged him into motion. While the prospect of getting caught was titillating, he would simply die of embarrassment should it happen.
Harry picked up the pace, pounding into Draco hard and fast. The peaches had provided the perfect aphrodisiac, and Harry seemed intent on getting both of them off as quickly as possible. Draco climaxed first, muffling his shout of pleasure against Harry's warm shoulder. Harry bit back a groan when he came a moment later.
Voices in the distance brought Draco out of his post-coital lethargy. "Get up," he hissed, pushing against Harry's shoulders. Harry pulled out with a muttered swear. Draco sat up, performed some wandless spellwork of his own to clean them both, then reached for his clothing. He kicked his shoes off and hurriedly dressed while Harry gathered their scattered peaches. He then dismantled the spells he'd put up, and the two of them resumed picking ripe fruit from the trees.
An older couple strolled into their row and waved at them. "Beautiful day, eh, lads?" the gentleman said in a friendly voice.
Draco and Harry nodded and voiced their assent. Draco turned away to hide his smile. The old Muggle had no idea how beautiful a day it was.