Birthday!gift: Under the Cloak
Title: Under the Cloak
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and slash
Word count: 515
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for so_digress, who asked for bottom!Draco, invisibility cloak, Hogwarts-era. I used the prompt to write a sequel to On the Ground.
Summary: What REALLY happened under the Invisibility Cloak?
Draco allowed Harry to press him back on the warm grass, and his body thrummed with excitement. He pouted in disappointment when Harry abruptly sat up. His boyfriend grinned at him and began to rummage in his bag, and Draco remained where he was, looking on with curiosity. Harry withdrew his Invisibility Cloak and swept it over the top of them.
"Where were we?" he murmured, leaning down to kiss Draco once more.
Draco joined in the snog with enthusiasm and only broke free when he felt Harry's dexterous fingers working at the fastening of his jeans. "What are you doing?" he panted.
"Going to shag you," Harry replied, tugging Draco's zip down.
"You are incorrigible," Draco sighed, his surrender a foregone conclusion.
Harry merely hummed in agreement and managed to wrestle Draco out of his jeans and pants. "Keep a good grip on the edges of my cloak, unless you want everyone to see you getting your arse pounded," Harry warned him.
Draco nodded and squirmed.
With limited room for any sort of preparation, Harry cheated and used a couple carefully worded spells. He then undid his own jeans before settling between Draco's obligingly spread legs. It took some doing within the confined space, but Harry eventually was able to slide into Draco's tight clasp. Draco moaned then clamped his teeth in his bottom lip to prevent any further outbursts. Harry hadn't cast a silencing spell, after all.
Harry couldn't thrust long and deep, so he settled for short, hard strokes. He angled his hips, however, and he knew he'd hit the sweet spot when Draco jolted and cried out beneath him. Harry continued to prod Draco there over and over, enjoying the way his boyfriend writhed and panted in response. He wondered if Draco would be able to refrain from his usual uninhibited howls of completion. A soft catch of breath from Draco was followed by a sudden tensing of his body and a rather loud, passionate wail as he came.
Harry snickered and gamely kept thrusting, hoping for his own release to happen quickly. It was getting hot under the Cloak. Harry powered into Draco a few more times before his body clenched, and he emptied himself with a groan. He eased out of Draco and murmured a cleaning charm before putting his clothing back in order and helping Draco to redress. It was all very awkward, made more so by the frequent snogs they engaged in. Once they were as presentable as was possible, Harry flung the Cloak back, and both boys sat up with similarly smug looks.
Draco noticed that they were the center of attention. Normally, this would delight him, but now he was somewhat embarrassed. "Do you suppose they know what we were doing?" he whispered.
Harry chuckled. "I reckon they have a good idea," he replied, "but they'll never know for certain."
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and slash
Word count: 515
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for so_digress, who asked for bottom!Draco, invisibility cloak, Hogwarts-era. I used the prompt to write a sequel to On the Ground.
Summary: What REALLY happened under the Invisibility Cloak?
Draco allowed Harry to press him back on the warm grass, and his body thrummed with excitement. He pouted in disappointment when Harry abruptly sat up. His boyfriend grinned at him and began to rummage in his bag, and Draco remained where he was, looking on with curiosity. Harry withdrew his Invisibility Cloak and swept it over the top of them.
"Where were we?" he murmured, leaning down to kiss Draco once more.
Draco joined in the snog with enthusiasm and only broke free when he felt Harry's dexterous fingers working at the fastening of his jeans. "What are you doing?" he panted.
"Going to shag you," Harry replied, tugging Draco's zip down.
"You are incorrigible," Draco sighed, his surrender a foregone conclusion.
Harry merely hummed in agreement and managed to wrestle Draco out of his jeans and pants. "Keep a good grip on the edges of my cloak, unless you want everyone to see you getting your arse pounded," Harry warned him.
Draco nodded and squirmed.
With limited room for any sort of preparation, Harry cheated and used a couple carefully worded spells. He then undid his own jeans before settling between Draco's obligingly spread legs. It took some doing within the confined space, but Harry eventually was able to slide into Draco's tight clasp. Draco moaned then clamped his teeth in his bottom lip to prevent any further outbursts. Harry hadn't cast a silencing spell, after all.
Harry couldn't thrust long and deep, so he settled for short, hard strokes. He angled his hips, however, and he knew he'd hit the sweet spot when Draco jolted and cried out beneath him. Harry continued to prod Draco there over and over, enjoying the way his boyfriend writhed and panted in response. He wondered if Draco would be able to refrain from his usual uninhibited howls of completion. A soft catch of breath from Draco was followed by a sudden tensing of his body and a rather loud, passionate wail as he came.
Harry snickered and gamely kept thrusting, hoping for his own release to happen quickly. It was getting hot under the Cloak. Harry powered into Draco a few more times before his body clenched, and he emptied himself with a groan. He eased out of Draco and murmured a cleaning charm before putting his clothing back in order and helping Draco to redress. It was all very awkward, made more so by the frequent snogs they engaged in. Once they were as presentable as was possible, Harry flung the Cloak back, and both boys sat up with similarly smug looks.
Draco noticed that they were the center of attention. Normally, this would delight him, but now he was somewhat embarrassed. "Do you suppose they know what we were doing?" he whispered.
Harry chuckled. "I reckon they have a good idea," he replied, "but they'll never know for certain."