A Little Spice
Title: A Little Spice Follows A Little Sweetness
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Word count: 760
Written for: Birthday gift for apachefirecat, using the prompts love, hope, bliss
Warnings: Sexual activity
Summary: The waiting is over.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Draco opened the door to his pied-à-terre flat, dropped his bag on the floor, and shrugged out of his light coat. He trudged to the sofa in the lounge area and dropped onto it with a weary sigh. Tomorrow Draco and his fellow trainees would sit for their final exams in the program for Healers, and Draco couldn't wait. He was confident he'd fare well, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be spending the bulk of tonight studying and reviewing.
Draco yawned and heaved himself up again. He needed to eat something and water his aconite. The plant had been a gift from Potter--one of many during Potter's weeks-long campaign of seduction. They'd agreed to wait until the end of term before exploring the growing attraction between them, but it hadn't stopped Potter from the ordinary ritual of courtship. He'd sent flowers, fine jasmine tea, expensive chocolates, and the aconite. Of course, there had been some less innocent gifts, such as lubricant, condoms, and a naughty G-string. Draco hoped Potter had bought himself a G-string of his own.
~*~
"Here's to completing our training!"
Draco nodded at Drysdale, raised his mug, and took a drink of ale. Several of his fellow trainees had arranged to meet at the Leaky after finishing their exams. Potter had claimed the seat next to Draco, and their shoulders brushed often as they relaxed with their mates. Draco was experiencing an odd combination of exhaustion and euphoria. He wanted to sleep for a week, and he wanted to let off some steam with a good, hard shag.
Reckoning there was no reason he couldn't do both, Draco drained the last of his ale, squeezed Potter's knee beneath the table, and pushed his chair back. He stood up and reached for his coat. "I'm going home," said Draco. "It's been an enjoyable evening, but my bed is calling my name."
Potter's chair scraped back. "I'm quite knackered as well," he said. "Bed sounds like a good idea."
Draco stepped outside the Leaky while Potter was still putting on his coat. He hesitated, wondering if tonight would be the night.
Potter exited, exhaling when he saw Draco loitering on the cobbles. "Are you in the mood for some company?"
Draco smiled at Potter. "Yeah, but my reputation may take a Bludger. I really am tired."
"So am I," said Potter. "We can have a nightcap and then see how we're feeling."
"That sounds good."
"At the risk of sounding like a cliche, your place or mine?"
"Mine," Draco said decisively. "Someone conveniently sent me a box of condoms and a bottle of lube."
"I trust you haven't used it all?"
"I may have helped myself to some of the lube," Draco replied, "but I've yet to use the condoms. I wasn't being coy when I said I needed to concentrate on my studies."
"I love that you saved them for me," Potter said with a wide grin.
"Now that I've survived St Mungo's training program, I may be inspired to sleep my way through half of London," Draco said with a raised brow.
"Prat," grumbled Potter. "I'll simply have to convince you to save your condoms for me."
Draco laughed at Potter's sulky expression, took his arm, and Apparated them to his flat.
~*~
They were both more tired than they'd thought. After a downing half a bottle of Ogden's between them, Draco and Potter went to bed and promptly fell asleep.
It was dark outside when Draco woke up to the sensation of fingers trailing up his thigh. He yawned, stretched, and rolled toward Potter.
"Are you up for putting those condoms to use?" murmured Potter.
"Not yet, but if you keep doing what you're doing, I will be in a moment."
"My pleasure," said Potter. He moved to crouch over Draco and replaced his fingers with his lips. Draco was up for it in very short order.
~*~
Draco was floating on a cloud of bliss. He felt boneless and replete, his body still humming and thrumming in the aftermath of a brilliant orgasm. Next to him, Potter sighed happily.
"Amazing," he slurred.
"Worth the wait?" asked Draco, snuggling deeper under the blankets.
"Mm, yeah," said Potter. "You aren't going to skive off and pull someone else, are you?"
"It's my flat, Potter," Draco reminded him. "You may wish to put forth some effort to keep my attention, however. Spice things up a bit."
Potter gave one of Draco's nipples a gentle pinch. "Don't you worry," he said. "I know how to add a little spice to the bedroom."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Word count: 760
Written for: Birthday gift for apachefirecat, using the prompts love, hope, bliss
Warnings: Sexual activity
Summary: The waiting is over.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Draco opened the door to his pied-à-terre flat, dropped his bag on the floor, and shrugged out of his light coat. He trudged to the sofa in the lounge area and dropped onto it with a weary sigh. Tomorrow Draco and his fellow trainees would sit for their final exams in the program for Healers, and Draco couldn't wait. He was confident he'd fare well, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be spending the bulk of tonight studying and reviewing.
Draco yawned and heaved himself up again. He needed to eat something and water his aconite. The plant had been a gift from Potter--one of many during Potter's weeks-long campaign of seduction. They'd agreed to wait until the end of term before exploring the growing attraction between them, but it hadn't stopped Potter from the ordinary ritual of courtship. He'd sent flowers, fine jasmine tea, expensive chocolates, and the aconite. Of course, there had been some less innocent gifts, such as lubricant, condoms, and a naughty G-string. Draco hoped Potter had bought himself a G-string of his own.
~*~
"Here's to completing our training!"
Draco nodded at Drysdale, raised his mug, and took a drink of ale. Several of his fellow trainees had arranged to meet at the Leaky after finishing their exams. Potter had claimed the seat next to Draco, and their shoulders brushed often as they relaxed with their mates. Draco was experiencing an odd combination of exhaustion and euphoria. He wanted to sleep for a week, and he wanted to let off some steam with a good, hard shag.
Reckoning there was no reason he couldn't do both, Draco drained the last of his ale, squeezed Potter's knee beneath the table, and pushed his chair back. He stood up and reached for his coat. "I'm going home," said Draco. "It's been an enjoyable evening, but my bed is calling my name."
Potter's chair scraped back. "I'm quite knackered as well," he said. "Bed sounds like a good idea."
Draco stepped outside the Leaky while Potter was still putting on his coat. He hesitated, wondering if tonight would be the night.
Potter exited, exhaling when he saw Draco loitering on the cobbles. "Are you in the mood for some company?"
Draco smiled at Potter. "Yeah, but my reputation may take a Bludger. I really am tired."
"So am I," said Potter. "We can have a nightcap and then see how we're feeling."
"That sounds good."
"At the risk of sounding like a cliche, your place or mine?"
"Mine," Draco said decisively. "Someone conveniently sent me a box of condoms and a bottle of lube."
"I trust you haven't used it all?"
"I may have helped myself to some of the lube," Draco replied, "but I've yet to use the condoms. I wasn't being coy when I said I needed to concentrate on my studies."
"I love that you saved them for me," Potter said with a wide grin.
"Now that I've survived St Mungo's training program, I may be inspired to sleep my way through half of London," Draco said with a raised brow.
"Prat," grumbled Potter. "I'll simply have to convince you to save your condoms for me."
Draco laughed at Potter's sulky expression, took his arm, and Apparated them to his flat.
~*~
They were both more tired than they'd thought. After a downing half a bottle of Ogden's between them, Draco and Potter went to bed and promptly fell asleep.
It was dark outside when Draco woke up to the sensation of fingers trailing up his thigh. He yawned, stretched, and rolled toward Potter.
"Are you up for putting those condoms to use?" murmured Potter.
"Not yet, but if you keep doing what you're doing, I will be in a moment."
"My pleasure," said Potter. He moved to crouch over Draco and replaced his fingers with his lips. Draco was up for it in very short order.
~*~
Draco was floating on a cloud of bliss. He felt boneless and replete, his body still humming and thrumming in the aftermath of a brilliant orgasm. Next to him, Potter sighed happily.
"Amazing," he slurred.
"Worth the wait?" asked Draco, snuggling deeper under the blankets.
"Mm, yeah," said Potter. "You aren't going to skive off and pull someone else, are you?"
"It's my flat, Potter," Draco reminded him. "You may wish to put forth some effort to keep my attention, however. Spice things up a bit."
Potter gave one of Draco's nipples a gentle pinch. "Don't you worry," he said. "I know how to add a little spice to the bedroom."