I'll Meat You in Your Shop
Title: I'll Meat You in Your Shop
Author:
enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Angry sex, truly horrid innuendo
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 680
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
demicus, with a prompt of customer service. This is a sequel to Of All the Brats I've Ever Known, You're the Wurst. While it's not necessary to read that one first, things may make more sense if you have/do.
Summary: Malfoy's newest sign is wurst than the first.
AUROR POTTER LOVES MY SAUSAGE, AND YOU WILL TOO!
Harry stared in horror at the sign in the window of Malfoy's Meats. He had returned to Diagon Alley to make sure that Malfoy took down his previous, salacious sign. Malfoy had, but he'd replaced it with something much worse. Below the suggestive script, the new sign featured a photo of Harry entering Malfoy's establishment. Harry had gone inside the last time he'd been here, but the reason was to demand that Malfoy take down his sign. Harry did not sample any of Malfoy's wares.
...
Well, he hadn't sampled anything that was for sale.
Harry's cock flexed as he recalled just what Malfoy had offered, which he had, indeed, sampled.
Harry firmed his jaw and strode to the door of Malfoy's Meats. He was entering the establishment in an official capacity. There would be no repeat shag in the shop.
"Potter!" Malfoy called from behind the counter. "How good of you to come again!"
Harry's steps faltered at the word come. His cock liked the idea, and it strained against the front of his zip. Apparently, Harry's prick enjoyed Malfoy's sausage just fine.
Malfoy sauntered out into the shop and leaned back against a glass display case. Harry couldn't help but notice it was the same case he'd shagged Malfoy against last week.
"Would you like to sample my meat, Potter?"
Harry's cock rapidly diverted the blood from his brain, making it difficult for Harry to think. "Shall I arrest you for prostitution?" he managed.
Malfoy blinked at him in feigned surprise. "Offering a sample of one's wares is good customer service, Potter," said Malfoy.
"Do you offer the same level of service to all of your customers?"
A slow smile curved Malfoy's lips. "I reserve special service for handsome, hungry Aurors," he purred. Malfoy turned away from Harry and grinned at him over one shoulder. "May I interest you in my rump...roast?"
Harry's eyes fastened themselves to Malfoy's rump, and he didn't miss the enticing wiggle of that fine arse. Harry's thought processes shut down completely, and he took a step towards Malfoy, his cock leading the charge.
Fumbling hands managed to drop two pairs of trousers, and Harry thrust his aching prick past Malfoy's tight rim. In a near repeat of the prior week, they began shagging like mad up against the glass case full of savory meat. This time, Malfoy was facing away from Harry, providing Harry an unobstructed view of his thick cock sliding in and out of Malfoy's clutching hole.
Malfoy had a one-handed, white-knuckled grip on his display case. His other hand was busy, and Harry could tell that Malfoy was wanking as he shagged him. Malfoy was moaning and arching and writhing on Harry's cock, and Harry couldn't get enough. He upped the tempo, riding Malfoy hard. Malfoy tensed in front of Harry, stretching up on his toes as he quivered and clamped down on Harry's cock. Harry rode him through it, thrusting smoothly in and out until he climaxed with a lusty shout.
Once again, Harry uncoupled quickly from Malfoy. He realized anyone could have walked into the shop and caught them in the most compromising of situations. Harry yanked his trousers up and tucked himself in. He was ashamed of his lack of control where Malfoy was concerned, and Harry simply wanted to escape.
"Potter, wait!"
Harry hesitated and turned back. Malfoy was tucking himself in more slowly. Behind him, his release dribbled down the glass display case. Harry's cock twitched at the sight.
"If you go out there empty-handed, people will wonder what you were doing in here," Malfoy said. He went behind the counter again, grabbed a package of bratwurst and dropped it in a bag before ringing up the sale.
Harry handed over some money, not bothering to count it. He snatched the bag and fled, Malfoy's voice following him with a cheerful taunt.
"Thank you, Auror Potter! Please come again!"
From Bad to Wurst
Author:
enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Angry sex, truly horrid innuendo
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 680
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
demicus, with a prompt of customer service. This is a sequel to Of All the Brats I've Ever Known, You're the Wurst. While it's not necessary to read that one first, things may make more sense if you have/do.
Summary: Malfoy's newest sign is wurst than the first.
AUROR POTTER LOVES MY SAUSAGE, AND YOU WILL TOO!
Harry stared in horror at the sign in the window of Malfoy's Meats. He had returned to Diagon Alley to make sure that Malfoy took down his previous, salacious sign. Malfoy had, but he'd replaced it with something much worse. Below the suggestive script, the new sign featured a photo of Harry entering Malfoy's establishment. Harry had gone inside the last time he'd been here, but the reason was to demand that Malfoy take down his sign. Harry did not sample any of Malfoy's wares.
...
Well, he hadn't sampled anything that was for sale.
Harry's cock flexed as he recalled just what Malfoy had offered, which he had, indeed, sampled.
Harry firmed his jaw and strode to the door of Malfoy's Meats. He was entering the establishment in an official capacity. There would be no repeat shag in the shop.
"Potter!" Malfoy called from behind the counter. "How good of you to come again!"
Harry's steps faltered at the word come. His cock liked the idea, and it strained against the front of his zip. Apparently, Harry's prick enjoyed Malfoy's sausage just fine.
Malfoy sauntered out into the shop and leaned back against a glass display case. Harry couldn't help but notice it was the same case he'd shagged Malfoy against last week.
"Would you like to sample my meat, Potter?"
Harry's cock rapidly diverted the blood from his brain, making it difficult for Harry to think. "Shall I arrest you for prostitution?" he managed.
Malfoy blinked at him in feigned surprise. "Offering a sample of one's wares is good customer service, Potter," said Malfoy.
"Do you offer the same level of service to all of your customers?"
A slow smile curved Malfoy's lips. "I reserve special service for handsome, hungry Aurors," he purred. Malfoy turned away from Harry and grinned at him over one shoulder. "May I interest you in my rump...roast?"
Harry's eyes fastened themselves to Malfoy's rump, and he didn't miss the enticing wiggle of that fine arse. Harry's thought processes shut down completely, and he took a step towards Malfoy, his cock leading the charge.
Fumbling hands managed to drop two pairs of trousers, and Harry thrust his aching prick past Malfoy's tight rim. In a near repeat of the prior week, they began shagging like mad up against the glass case full of savory meat. This time, Malfoy was facing away from Harry, providing Harry an unobstructed view of his thick cock sliding in and out of Malfoy's clutching hole.
Malfoy had a one-handed, white-knuckled grip on his display case. His other hand was busy, and Harry could tell that Malfoy was wanking as he shagged him. Malfoy was moaning and arching and writhing on Harry's cock, and Harry couldn't get enough. He upped the tempo, riding Malfoy hard. Malfoy tensed in front of Harry, stretching up on his toes as he quivered and clamped down on Harry's cock. Harry rode him through it, thrusting smoothly in and out until he climaxed with a lusty shout.
Once again, Harry uncoupled quickly from Malfoy. He realized anyone could have walked into the shop and caught them in the most compromising of situations. Harry yanked his trousers up and tucked himself in. He was ashamed of his lack of control where Malfoy was concerned, and Harry simply wanted to escape.
"Potter, wait!"
Harry hesitated and turned back. Malfoy was tucking himself in more slowly. Behind him, his release dribbled down the glass display case. Harry's cock twitched at the sight.
"If you go out there empty-handed, people will wonder what you were doing in here," Malfoy said. He went behind the counter again, grabbed a package of bratwurst and dropped it in a bag before ringing up the sale.
Harry handed over some money, not bothering to count it. He snatched the bag and fled, Malfoy's voice following him with a cheerful taunt.
"Thank you, Auror Potter! Please come again!"
From Bad to Wurst