Stroppy Slytherin Snake
Title: Stroppy Slytherin Snake
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Foreplay
Word count: 550
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for geinahop with the prompts snarkiness, Parseltongue, snake. This is a sequel to Suffering Slytherin Serpent, but it can be read alone.
Summary: Draco sulks in snake form.
Harry waited a full ten minutes before following Draco into their flat. His boyfriend was in a strop, and Harry knew from experience that it was best to allow Draco time to cool off. As Harry dared to step through the front door, he realized the flat was strangely silent.
"Draco?"
When there was no response, Harry mustered his courage and proceeded cautiously into the flat. He peeked into each room, but there was no sign of his boyfriend. Harry began to get a bad feeling. He peered into the bedroom, scanning high and low before he entered.
"Draco?" Harry ventured. He tried again in Parseltongue. "Draco?"
"I love it when you talk dirty to me."
Harry glanced down to see a small, green eyelash viper slithering over his trainer. He stilled, well aware that Draco packed a venomous punch in his Animagus form.
"I prefer talking dirty to you when I can sssee you eye-to-eye," Harry hissed. He tensed when Draco began winding up his leg.
"Give me a moment, and I'll look you in the eye."
By the time Draco's sinuous body was coiled around Harry's thigh, Harry was experiencing a rather embarrassing reaction.
"Perhaps I will communicate with your trouser snake."
"Ha ha," Harry forced a laugh. "That's a good one, Draco. If you want to play with my, er, trouser snake, I'd rather you used your hands or lips."
Draco's tongue flicked out. "Not my ssnake tongue?"
Harry's cock rebelled by flexing in his pants. "We, ah, we can discuss it when you change back," he choked out.
"I am still unhappy with you."
"I'm sorry," Harry said quickly. He repeated it in Parseltongue. "I'm sssorry."
Draco coiled his tail around Harry's upper thigh and slithered over his groin.
Harry whimpered. Growing desperate, he held his hand in front of Draco's head and said, "Let me hold you."
Draco's tongue darted out again, but he relented and wound himself around Harry's wrist.
Harry sighed in relief and brought Draco up to eye level. "Bad sssnake," he scolded.
"You love it when I'm bad."
"Not in this form, I don't," Harry retorted. "Your venom makes me nervous."
"Put me down."
Harry obediently set Draco on the bed, admiring his boyfriend's bright green scales. "You're beautiful like thisss."
Draco stretched, reformed, and stretched again. "I'm beautiful in either form," he drawled.
"Yesss, you are."
Draco's lashes fluttered as Harry addressed him in the language of snakes. "Find something better to do with your tongue," he insisted.
Harry chuckled and joined Draco on the bed. "Are you still vexed with me?"
"Quite."
"What can I do to make it up to you?" asked Harry. He leaned into Draco, compelling his boyfriend to roll onto his back. Harry bent his head and flicked his tongue out, tasting the warm skin of Draco's throat.
"You could...mm...you could use your tongue elsewhere," Draco replied as he squirmed on the bed.
"Shall I kiss your ear?" murmured Harry. He blew a puff of air into Draco's ear, scattering goosebumps across Draco's skin. Harry licked Draco's earlobe and bit it gently.
"Ah," Draco panted. "That's not...not where I want your mouth."
Harry scooted lower on the bed, raised the edge of Draco's shirt, and pressed his lips to the soft skin there. "Here?" he teased.
Draco placed a hand on Harry's head and tried to direct Harry where he wanted him to go.
Harry resisted, even though he knew he may regret it later. "Tell me what you want."
"Damn it, Harry, suck my cock!"
Sexy Slytherin Serpent
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Foreplay
Word count: 550
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for geinahop with the prompts snarkiness, Parseltongue, snake. This is a sequel to Suffering Slytherin Serpent, but it can be read alone.
Summary: Draco sulks in snake form.
Harry waited a full ten minutes before following Draco into their flat. His boyfriend was in a strop, and Harry knew from experience that it was best to allow Draco time to cool off. As Harry dared to step through the front door, he realized the flat was strangely silent.
"Draco?"
When there was no response, Harry mustered his courage and proceeded cautiously into the flat. He peeked into each room, but there was no sign of his boyfriend. Harry began to get a bad feeling. He peered into the bedroom, scanning high and low before he entered.
"Draco?" Harry ventured. He tried again in Parseltongue. "Draco?"
"I love it when you talk dirty to me."
Harry glanced down to see a small, green eyelash viper slithering over his trainer. He stilled, well aware that Draco packed a venomous punch in his Animagus form.
"I prefer talking dirty to you when I can sssee you eye-to-eye," Harry hissed. He tensed when Draco began winding up his leg.
"Give me a moment, and I'll look you in the eye."
By the time Draco's sinuous body was coiled around Harry's thigh, Harry was experiencing a rather embarrassing reaction.
"Perhaps I will communicate with your trouser snake."
"Ha ha," Harry forced a laugh. "That's a good one, Draco. If you want to play with my, er, trouser snake, I'd rather you used your hands or lips."
Draco's tongue flicked out. "Not my ssnake tongue?"
Harry's cock rebelled by flexing in his pants. "We, ah, we can discuss it when you change back," he choked out.
"I am still unhappy with you."
"I'm sorry," Harry said quickly. He repeated it in Parseltongue. "I'm sssorry."
Draco coiled his tail around Harry's upper thigh and slithered over his groin.
Harry whimpered. Growing desperate, he held his hand in front of Draco's head and said, "Let me hold you."
Draco's tongue darted out again, but he relented and wound himself around Harry's wrist.
Harry sighed in relief and brought Draco up to eye level. "Bad sssnake," he scolded.
"You love it when I'm bad."
"Not in this form, I don't," Harry retorted. "Your venom makes me nervous."
"Put me down."
Harry obediently set Draco on the bed, admiring his boyfriend's bright green scales. "You're beautiful like thisss."
Draco stretched, reformed, and stretched again. "I'm beautiful in either form," he drawled.
"Yesss, you are."
Draco's lashes fluttered as Harry addressed him in the language of snakes. "Find something better to do with your tongue," he insisted.
Harry chuckled and joined Draco on the bed. "Are you still vexed with me?"
"Quite."
"What can I do to make it up to you?" asked Harry. He leaned into Draco, compelling his boyfriend to roll onto his back. Harry bent his head and flicked his tongue out, tasting the warm skin of Draco's throat.
"You could...mm...you could use your tongue elsewhere," Draco replied as he squirmed on the bed.
"Shall I kiss your ear?" murmured Harry. He blew a puff of air into Draco's ear, scattering goosebumps across Draco's skin. Harry licked Draco's earlobe and bit it gently.
"Ah," Draco panted. "That's not...not where I want your mouth."
Harry scooted lower on the bed, raised the edge of Draco's shirt, and pressed his lips to the soft skin there. "Here?" he teased.
Draco placed a hand on Harry's head and tried to direct Harry where he wanted him to go.
Harry resisted, even though he knew he may regret it later. "Tell me what you want."
"Damn it, Harry, suck my cock!"
Sexy Slytherin Serpent