Chocolate Sauced
Title: Chocolate Sauced
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, use of pet name, foodsmut
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1060
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 capitu, who asked for more of my Phone!sex arc
♥ slythindor100 Challenge #203 - Choice of quotes
Summary: Dessert before dinner
For the most part, Harry enjoyed the work he did for various charities, but not when it involved sitting through a bloody boring meeting to go over finances. He'd much rather be doing something, rather than passively receiving an accounting of the charity's expenditures. Harry tightened his jaw to keep from yawning. Beside him, Horace Slughorn's head bobbed. Harry pressed his lips together in an effort not to snicker. Slughorn looked left and right, and Harry pretended he hadn't seen him falling asleep.
He didn't blame Slughorn; Harry would rather be home in bed, himself. In his case, however, he didn't want to sleep. No, Harry wanted to toss Draco onto their big, comfortable bed and shag his lover until Draco was screaming from pleasure. The direction of his thoughts caused a predictable reaction, and Harry shifted in his chair. He caught a sympathetic smile from Slughorn. Harry reined in his runaway thoughts and tried to concentrate on finances.
~*~
Harry arrived home, hung his coat, and ambled into the kitchen. He hoped Draco had something in the oven for dinner; Harry was ravenous. He took two steps in and did a double-take. There was a jar of chocolate sauce on the kitchen table. A note was propped up beside it:
Harry,
Dessert's on me tonight!
Love, Draco
Harry's eyes nearly popped past his glasses. His cock surged with hungry lust, and he almost fell over his own feet in his haste to reach the bedroom. Harry charged in, gasping at the sight of Draco lounging on the bed. Draco was naked and fully aroused, and he was slowly stroking himself. Harry staggered forward.
"Where's the chocolate sauce?"
"Fuck," swore Harry. He turned and pelted out of the room, racing to the kitchen to retrieve the jar. By the time he tore back into the bedroom, Harry was panting and sweating.
Draco smirked at him from the bed. "You look like you started without me."
Harry paused to catch his breath. He set the jar on the bureau and began getting undressed. Once he was naked, Harry put his glasses back on, wanting to experience this fully. He picked up the jar and smiled. "Do you want me to smear this all over your body and then lick it off, baby?"
"Yes," breathed Draco, beckoning to Harry with the crook of a finger.
Harry was only too eager to join his lover. He sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of the jar's lid. Harry tried to open it, but the ruddy lid wouldn't budge. He gritted his teeth and tried harder. Beside him, Draco snickered.
"Problems, love?"
"Shush," grumbled Harry, standing up to get more leverage. It didn't help.
"Why not try Alohomora?"
"That doesn't work on jars!" snapped Harry. "Does it?"
Draco pointed at the jar. "Alohomora!" The lid popped open, and he smirked at Harry.
"Show off," Harry muttered. He tossed the lid aside and sat on the bed again. Harry's eyes roved over Draco's body. "Now, where shall I begin?" he mused.
"My prick."
Harry's brows rose. "If we want this to last, we can't start there," he said. He plunged two fingers into the jar and swiped the gooey chocolate over Draco's peaked nipples. Draco gasped, and his eyelids fluttered.
"Shall I clean your little nipples for you, baby?" murmured Harry.
"Please..."
Harry set the jar on the nightstand and sidled closer to Draco. He bent his head and touched the tip of his tongue to one chocolate-covered nipple. Draco moaned and slid his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry laved Draco's nipple until all traces of chocolate were gone. He transferred his attention to the other nipple, repeating the process until Draco was squirming on the bed.
Harry sat up and dipped his fingers in the jar again. This time, he smeared a trail from Draco's chest to his navel. Harry's tongue followed, chasing the delicious flavor of chocolate and Draco. By the time Harry sat up again, his cock was throbbing, and Draco was panting.
"Where's the lubricant?" Harry rasped.
"I already took care of it," Draco replied. He opened his legs. "Hurry, Harry."
Harry didn't wait around to bless Draco's foresight. He claimed the space between Draco's thighs and guided himself into position. Harry paused. "Are you ready for me, baby?"
"Yes, yes, now, Harry...don't make me wait!"
Harry couldn't wait any longer, either. He pushed forward, sinking into Draco's slick heat. He groaned at the sensation and thrust deeper. "Do you...mm...do you like that, baby?"
"Yeah, yeah," Draco puffed. "More, Harry..."
It was an order that Harry was happy to obey. He bottomed out, then drew back and plunged in again. Draco moaned and arched to meet Harry's thrusts.
"Tell me...tell me what you want," Harry urged.
"F-faster," Draco gasped in reply. "Make me come..."
"I'll take care of you, baby...don't you worry," Harry promised. He put words into action, pumping between Draco's legs and twisting his hips to get the perfect angle. Draco wedged a hand between their bodies. He grasped his cock and moaned again as he did his part to get off. Frantic little cries fell from Draco's lips, letting Harry know he was close. Harry drove in hard and rolled his hips, and Draco shouted and thrashed beneath him. Harry fucked him through it, and as Draco was coming down from his passionate high, Harry hit his own peak.
"Ungh," he groaned as he shot his load inside of Draco. Harry's quivering arms refused to hold him any longer, and he slumped forward, chest pressed to Draco's.
Draco tried to stretch, only to give it up as a lost cause. "Did you enjoy your dessert?" he teased.
"You deviant slag," Harry slurred. His glasses had slipped, and he felt Draco pluck them off.
"I can't believe you charged in here without the chocolate sauce," Draco chuckled.
"I should...mm...spank you for your cheek," Harry managed. He eased out of Draco and flopped over on his back. "Remind me later."
"With your track record, I'll have to remind you bring your paddle."
Harry frowned and jabbed Draco in the ribs.
Draco yipped and scooted out of reach. "Harry, I'm hungry."
"There's food in the kitchen."
"It's your job to feed me."
"Oh my Godric," moaned Harry. "Just eat the rest of the chocolate sauce."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, use of pet name, foodsmut
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1060
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 capitu, who asked for more of my Phone!sex arc
♥ slythindor100 Challenge #203 - Choice of quotes
Summary: Dessert before dinner
For the most part, Harry enjoyed the work he did for various charities, but not when it involved sitting through a bloody boring meeting to go over finances. He'd much rather be doing something, rather than passively receiving an accounting of the charity's expenditures. Harry tightened his jaw to keep from yawning. Beside him, Horace Slughorn's head bobbed. Harry pressed his lips together in an effort not to snicker. Slughorn looked left and right, and Harry pretended he hadn't seen him falling asleep.
He didn't blame Slughorn; Harry would rather be home in bed, himself. In his case, however, he didn't want to sleep. No, Harry wanted to toss Draco onto their big, comfortable bed and shag his lover until Draco was screaming from pleasure. The direction of his thoughts caused a predictable reaction, and Harry shifted in his chair. He caught a sympathetic smile from Slughorn. Harry reined in his runaway thoughts and tried to concentrate on finances.
~*~
Harry arrived home, hung his coat, and ambled into the kitchen. He hoped Draco had something in the oven for dinner; Harry was ravenous. He took two steps in and did a double-take. There was a jar of chocolate sauce on the kitchen table. A note was propped up beside it:
Harry,
Dessert's on me tonight!
Love, Draco
Harry's eyes nearly popped past his glasses. His cock surged with hungry lust, and he almost fell over his own feet in his haste to reach the bedroom. Harry charged in, gasping at the sight of Draco lounging on the bed. Draco was naked and fully aroused, and he was slowly stroking himself. Harry staggered forward.
"Where's the chocolate sauce?"
"Fuck," swore Harry. He turned and pelted out of the room, racing to the kitchen to retrieve the jar. By the time he tore back into the bedroom, Harry was panting and sweating.
Draco smirked at him from the bed. "You look like you started without me."
Harry paused to catch his breath. He set the jar on the bureau and began getting undressed. Once he was naked, Harry put his glasses back on, wanting to experience this fully. He picked up the jar and smiled. "Do you want me to smear this all over your body and then lick it off, baby?"
"Yes," breathed Draco, beckoning to Harry with the crook of a finger.
Harry was only too eager to join his lover. He sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of the jar's lid. Harry tried to open it, but the ruddy lid wouldn't budge. He gritted his teeth and tried harder. Beside him, Draco snickered.
"Problems, love?"
"Shush," grumbled Harry, standing up to get more leverage. It didn't help.
"Why not try Alohomora?"
"That doesn't work on jars!" snapped Harry. "Does it?"
Draco pointed at the jar. "Alohomora!" The lid popped open, and he smirked at Harry.
"Show off," Harry muttered. He tossed the lid aside and sat on the bed again. Harry's eyes roved over Draco's body. "Now, where shall I begin?" he mused.
"My prick."
Harry's brows rose. "If we want this to last, we can't start there," he said. He plunged two fingers into the jar and swiped the gooey chocolate over Draco's peaked nipples. Draco gasped, and his eyelids fluttered.
"Shall I clean your little nipples for you, baby?" murmured Harry.
"Please..."
Harry set the jar on the nightstand and sidled closer to Draco. He bent his head and touched the tip of his tongue to one chocolate-covered nipple. Draco moaned and slid his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry laved Draco's nipple until all traces of chocolate were gone. He transferred his attention to the other nipple, repeating the process until Draco was squirming on the bed.
Harry sat up and dipped his fingers in the jar again. This time, he smeared a trail from Draco's chest to his navel. Harry's tongue followed, chasing the delicious flavor of chocolate and Draco. By the time Harry sat up again, his cock was throbbing, and Draco was panting.
"Where's the lubricant?" Harry rasped.
"I already took care of it," Draco replied. He opened his legs. "Hurry, Harry."
Harry didn't wait around to bless Draco's foresight. He claimed the space between Draco's thighs and guided himself into position. Harry paused. "Are you ready for me, baby?"
"Yes, yes, now, Harry...don't make me wait!"
Harry couldn't wait any longer, either. He pushed forward, sinking into Draco's slick heat. He groaned at the sensation and thrust deeper. "Do you...mm...do you like that, baby?"
"Yeah, yeah," Draco puffed. "More, Harry..."
It was an order that Harry was happy to obey. He bottomed out, then drew back and plunged in again. Draco moaned and arched to meet Harry's thrusts.
"Tell me...tell me what you want," Harry urged.
"F-faster," Draco gasped in reply. "Make me come..."
"I'll take care of you, baby...don't you worry," Harry promised. He put words into action, pumping between Draco's legs and twisting his hips to get the perfect angle. Draco wedged a hand between their bodies. He grasped his cock and moaned again as he did his part to get off. Frantic little cries fell from Draco's lips, letting Harry know he was close. Harry drove in hard and rolled his hips, and Draco shouted and thrashed beneath him. Harry fucked him through it, and as Draco was coming down from his passionate high, Harry hit his own peak.
"Ungh," he groaned as he shot his load inside of Draco. Harry's quivering arms refused to hold him any longer, and he slumped forward, chest pressed to Draco's.
Draco tried to stretch, only to give it up as a lost cause. "Did you enjoy your dessert?" he teased.
"You deviant slag," Harry slurred. His glasses had slipped, and he felt Draco pluck them off.
"I can't believe you charged in here without the chocolate sauce," Draco chuckled.
"I should...mm...spank you for your cheek," Harry managed. He eased out of Draco and flopped over on his back. "Remind me later."
"With your track record, I'll have to remind you bring your paddle."
Harry frowned and jabbed Draco in the ribs.
Draco yipped and scooted out of reach. "Harry, I'm hungry."
"There's food in the kitchen."
"It's your job to feed me."
"Oh my Godric," moaned Harry. "Just eat the rest of the chocolate sauce."