Dragon Brew 49
Title: Dragon Brew 49
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 820
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 adafrog, who requested an update to Dragon Brew
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 49 - "Flower Power" Coffee or Tea Flavours. Choose from: Lavender or Hibiscus or Rose
Summary: An evening to remember
The kiss ended much too soon when Malfoy drew back and murmured, "Latte."
Harry was having difficulty stringing coherent thoughts together. "Sorry?"
"I forgot I planned to serve iced lattes with dessert." Malfoy pushed his chair back and retreated to the kitchen, leaving Harry aching and frustrated. He took another bite of his pasty, wishing it was Malfoy he was getting another taste of.
Moments later, Malfoy returned with two tall drinks. He set one in front of Harry and said, "Try this and tell me what you think."
Harry thought he'd much rather be horizontal with his handsome host, but he dutifully lifted the latte to his lips and sipped. "Hmm..."
"What do you taste?"
"Something floral," Harry replied. "Lavender?"
Malfoy beamed at him. "Excellent," he said. "I plan to offer lavender lattes on the menu. Now, give me your honest opinion."
"It's tremendous," said Harry. "The lavender is noticeable, but not overpowering. I imagine this would be delicious served hot as well."
Malfoy nodded. "I do plan to offer it hot or iced." He took a sip of his own drink and hummed in approval.
Harry's libido sat up and took notice. He quickly took another drink of his iced beverage, hoping it would cool him down until he got a better read on how far Malfoy wanted to take things this evening. Harry opted for casual conversation.
"I hear you had some excitement at Dragon Brew this morning."
Malfoy chuckled and shook his head. "Ethel and Mabel gave Thomas a dressing-down the likes of which he probably hasn't endured since Auror training."
"You could have defended him, you know." Even as Harry said that, his lips were twitching.
"Are you barmy? It was far too entertaining to intervene."
Harry shook his head and took another sip of his lavender latte. He licked his lips and noticed when Malfoy's eyes tracked the movement of his tongue. Harry's body grew taut with anticipation. He took another drink, eyes locked on Malfoy's as he did so.
Harry set his glass down and reached across the table for Malfoy's hand. He used his thumb to stroke Malfoy's wrist, encouraged when he could feel the pulse jump beneath his gentle caress.
"I want you," Harry murmured.
"I know," Malfoy responded softly. "I may want you, as well, but I'm not ready to jump into bed with you."
Harry firmly quelled his disappointment. "The sofa?" he suggested. Malfoy stood up, which Harry took as a good sign. He pushed his own chair back and stood. He followed Malfoy into the lounge, where Bean was snoozing on one of the chairs. Malfoy hesitated in front of the sofa, but Harry sat down immediately. He reached for Malfoy's hand again and drew him down to sit.
"I'm not going to pressure you," said Harry. "What happens, if anything, is entirely up to you."
"I'm no blushing virgin, Potter."
"I am aware of that," Harry said, "but I'm not keen on a one-off. For that reason, we can take things slowly."
"Ever the noble Gryffindor, I see," Malfoy commented wryly. Despite his words, he pressed closer to Harry's side and dropped one hand to Harry's knee.
Harry jumped a bit, surprised by the contact.
"Are you a blushing virgin, Potter?"
"Yes, please be gentle."
"Plonker," Malfoy snorted. He turned his head and buried his face in Harry's neck, all while kneading Harry's thigh.
Harry wrapped his arm around Malfoy and tugged him even closer. He let his head fall back, exposing his throat, and a low moan escaped him when Malfoy began kissing and nibbling at his neck.
Malfoy shifted position, throwing one leg over Harry's and pressing his groin to Harry's hip. He initiated a kiss that started out slow but quickly grew more heated. When Malfoy undid Harry's flies and delved inside, Harry was only too happy to return the favor. It was impossible to continue kissing when they were both roughly jerking one another off, so they settled for pressing their foreheads together as they wanked.
Harry climaxed in embarrassingly short order, but Malfoy wasn't far behind. They slumped together on the sofa as their breathing evened out. Malfoy eventually sat up and cast refreshing charms with a wave of his hand.
"You should go," he said, "and don't you dare claim you haven't come yet. I know better."
Harry chuckled weakly as he righted his clothing. He stood up on legs that trembled slightly and gazed down at Malfoy. Harry's cock twitched at the debauched picture he made. "You aren't planning to cast me aside now, are you?"
"Not yet," Malfoy replied without opening his eyes. "I'm having too much fun stringing you along."
"Conniving git," Harry said fondly. He crossed the lounge to Bean, giving the kitten a scratch under the chin. Harry drew his wand, preparing to Apparate.
"Malfoy?"
"Hmm?"
"I'll see you tomorrow morning at Dragon Brew."
Dragon Brew 50
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 820
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 adafrog, who requested an update to Dragon Brew
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 49 - "Flower Power" Coffee or Tea Flavours. Choose from: Lavender or Hibiscus or Rose
Summary: An evening to remember
The kiss ended much too soon when Malfoy drew back and murmured, "Latte."
Harry was having difficulty stringing coherent thoughts together. "Sorry?"
"I forgot I planned to serve iced lattes with dessert." Malfoy pushed his chair back and retreated to the kitchen, leaving Harry aching and frustrated. He took another bite of his pasty, wishing it was Malfoy he was getting another taste of.
Moments later, Malfoy returned with two tall drinks. He set one in front of Harry and said, "Try this and tell me what you think."
Harry thought he'd much rather be horizontal with his handsome host, but he dutifully lifted the latte to his lips and sipped. "Hmm..."
"What do you taste?"
"Something floral," Harry replied. "Lavender?"
Malfoy beamed at him. "Excellent," he said. "I plan to offer lavender lattes on the menu. Now, give me your honest opinion."
"It's tremendous," said Harry. "The lavender is noticeable, but not overpowering. I imagine this would be delicious served hot as well."
Malfoy nodded. "I do plan to offer it hot or iced." He took a sip of his own drink and hummed in approval.
Harry's libido sat up and took notice. He quickly took another drink of his iced beverage, hoping it would cool him down until he got a better read on how far Malfoy wanted to take things this evening. Harry opted for casual conversation.
"I hear you had some excitement at Dragon Brew this morning."
Malfoy chuckled and shook his head. "Ethel and Mabel gave Thomas a dressing-down the likes of which he probably hasn't endured since Auror training."
"You could have defended him, you know." Even as Harry said that, his lips were twitching.
"Are you barmy? It was far too entertaining to intervene."
Harry shook his head and took another sip of his lavender latte. He licked his lips and noticed when Malfoy's eyes tracked the movement of his tongue. Harry's body grew taut with anticipation. He took another drink, eyes locked on Malfoy's as he did so.
Harry set his glass down and reached across the table for Malfoy's hand. He used his thumb to stroke Malfoy's wrist, encouraged when he could feel the pulse jump beneath his gentle caress.
"I want you," Harry murmured.
"I know," Malfoy responded softly. "I may want you, as well, but I'm not ready to jump into bed with you."
Harry firmly quelled his disappointment. "The sofa?" he suggested. Malfoy stood up, which Harry took as a good sign. He pushed his own chair back and stood. He followed Malfoy into the lounge, where Bean was snoozing on one of the chairs. Malfoy hesitated in front of the sofa, but Harry sat down immediately. He reached for Malfoy's hand again and drew him down to sit.
"I'm not going to pressure you," said Harry. "What happens, if anything, is entirely up to you."
"I'm no blushing virgin, Potter."
"I am aware of that," Harry said, "but I'm not keen on a one-off. For that reason, we can take things slowly."
"Ever the noble Gryffindor, I see," Malfoy commented wryly. Despite his words, he pressed closer to Harry's side and dropped one hand to Harry's knee.
Harry jumped a bit, surprised by the contact.
"Are you a blushing virgin, Potter?"
"Yes, please be gentle."
"Plonker," Malfoy snorted. He turned his head and buried his face in Harry's neck, all while kneading Harry's thigh.
Harry wrapped his arm around Malfoy and tugged him even closer. He let his head fall back, exposing his throat, and a low moan escaped him when Malfoy began kissing and nibbling at his neck.
Malfoy shifted position, throwing one leg over Harry's and pressing his groin to Harry's hip. He initiated a kiss that started out slow but quickly grew more heated. When Malfoy undid Harry's flies and delved inside, Harry was only too happy to return the favor. It was impossible to continue kissing when they were both roughly jerking one another off, so they settled for pressing their foreheads together as they wanked.
Harry climaxed in embarrassingly short order, but Malfoy wasn't far behind. They slumped together on the sofa as their breathing evened out. Malfoy eventually sat up and cast refreshing charms with a wave of his hand.
"You should go," he said, "and don't you dare claim you haven't come yet. I know better."
Harry chuckled weakly as he righted his clothing. He stood up on legs that trembled slightly and gazed down at Malfoy. Harry's cock twitched at the debauched picture he made. "You aren't planning to cast me aside now, are you?"
"Not yet," Malfoy replied without opening his eyes. "I'm having too much fun stringing you along."
"Conniving git," Harry said fondly. He crossed the lounge to Bean, giving the kitten a scratch under the chin. Harry drew his wand, preparing to Apparate.
"Malfoy?"
"Hmm?"
"I'll see you tomorrow morning at Dragon Brew."
Dragon Brew 50