Nice Try
Title: Nice Try From my White cat verse.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual content
Word count: 500
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 tellshannon815, using the prompts cat, snow, run
Summary: Draco isn't finished doling out punishment.
Harry savored a bite of his fish pie before glancing across the table and wincing. "Still hacked off, then?"
A sullen, gray-eyed glare was answer enough. Earlier, Draco had transformed into his Animagus, a white cat. He'd then gone out to romp and run in the snow. When he'd been ready to come in, however, Harry hadn't opened the door. It had led to a delightful chase through the house, followed by naked tussling, and culminated in a brilliant shag.
"Warm me up. Now."
It was an order Harry was only too happy to obey. Since Draco was in a strop, Harry didn't argue when his boyfriend asserted himself. Harry preferred to top, but he didn't mind taking it now and again. He took care of the prep, understanding that having to do all the work was part of his punishment.
As if sex could ever be considered a punishment.
Harry kept that thought to himself. Once he was ready, Harry allowed Draco to settle atop him. He obligingly parted his thighs and tipped his hips up. Draco took advantage, breaching Harry's body with a firm thrust. Harry groaned at the stretch and sting. To his credit, Draco paused a moment to allow him to adjust.
When Harry indicated a willingness to proceed, Draco set about punishing him with a flurry of hard, fast thrusts. Harry loved it. He arched into it, urging Draco to increase the pace. It wasn't their finest shag, and it was over rather quickly. However, it served its purpose; they were both warmed up quite nicely.
Unfortunately, a rousing shag had failed to alleviate Draco's pique, which Harry was beginning to realize.
"You left me out there to die," Draco hissed. He sounded like an angry cat.
Harry set his fork down, but he manfully refrained from massaging his forehead. Draco would not be best pleased if he thought that Harry found him tedious. "You were in no danger of dying," said Harry. "The door wasn't locked."
"No, it wasn't, but I had to transform back to open the door, and I was naked. Naked, Harry!"
Harry exercised even more restraint by not massaging his bits at the memory Draco's outburst evoked. "I forgot you removed all of your clothes before you transformed." It was a blatant lie; Harry never not noticed when his boyfriend got naked.
Draco's glare intensified, and Harry wondered if his boyfriend was capable of casting a wandless Incendio. If so, he was in very real danger of combusting. Harry went into damage control mode.
"I apologize, Draco," he said. "It seemed like a cracking good prank at the time, but now I see that it was terribly rude of me. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive my egregious lack of judgment."
Harry finished his speech and folded his hands, hoping he appeared properly contrite.
Draco's lip curled, exposing a slice of teeth. "Nice try, Harry," he said, "but you're still sleeping in the guest room tonight."
Draco vs the Cucumber
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual content
Word count: 500
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 tellshannon815, using the prompts cat, snow, run
Summary: Draco isn't finished doling out punishment.
Harry savored a bite of his fish pie before glancing across the table and wincing. "Still hacked off, then?"
A sullen, gray-eyed glare was answer enough. Earlier, Draco had transformed into his Animagus, a white cat. He'd then gone out to romp and run in the snow. When he'd been ready to come in, however, Harry hadn't opened the door. It had led to a delightful chase through the house, followed by naked tussling, and culminated in a brilliant shag.
"Warm me up. Now."
It was an order Harry was only too happy to obey. Since Draco was in a strop, Harry didn't argue when his boyfriend asserted himself. Harry preferred to top, but he didn't mind taking it now and again. He took care of the prep, understanding that having to do all the work was part of his punishment.
As if sex could ever be considered a punishment.
Harry kept that thought to himself. Once he was ready, Harry allowed Draco to settle atop him. He obligingly parted his thighs and tipped his hips up. Draco took advantage, breaching Harry's body with a firm thrust. Harry groaned at the stretch and sting. To his credit, Draco paused a moment to allow him to adjust.
When Harry indicated a willingness to proceed, Draco set about punishing him with a flurry of hard, fast thrusts. Harry loved it. He arched into it, urging Draco to increase the pace. It wasn't their finest shag, and it was over rather quickly. However, it served its purpose; they were both warmed up quite nicely.
Unfortunately, a rousing shag had failed to alleviate Draco's pique, which Harry was beginning to realize.
"You left me out there to die," Draco hissed. He sounded like an angry cat.
Harry set his fork down, but he manfully refrained from massaging his forehead. Draco would not be best pleased if he thought that Harry found him tedious. "You were in no danger of dying," said Harry. "The door wasn't locked."
"No, it wasn't, but I had to transform back to open the door, and I was naked. Naked, Harry!"
Harry exercised even more restraint by not massaging his bits at the memory Draco's outburst evoked. "I forgot you removed all of your clothes before you transformed." It was a blatant lie; Harry never not noticed when his boyfriend got naked.
Draco's glare intensified, and Harry wondered if his boyfriend was capable of casting a wandless Incendio. If so, he was in very real danger of combusting. Harry went into damage control mode.
"I apologize, Draco," he said. "It seemed like a cracking good prank at the time, but now I see that it was terribly rude of me. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive my egregious lack of judgment."
Harry finished his speech and folded his hands, hoping he appeared properly contrite.
Draco's lip curled, exposing a slice of teeth. "Nice try, Harry," he said, "but you're still sleeping in the guest room tonight."
Draco vs the Cucumber