a lesson in compromise
Title: A lesson in compromise
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 018 - Child
Word Count: 985
Summary: Draco and Harry are at different points in their relationship
Warnings: (at your discretion) Mild language, sexual themes
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others
“Draco?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you awake?”
“Mmm.”
“Do you ever think about… us?”
“Mmm. All the time, Harry.”
“Do you think about where we’re going?”
“Sure… Goodnight, Harry.”
“Goodnight.”
It was quiet for a while and then Draco felt Harry snuggling up to his chest and knew it wouldn’t remain that way.
“Draco?”
“Yes?”
“Are you still awake?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever seriously thought about our future?”
“Of course.”
“And?”
“…And what?”
“What does it involve?”
“Plenty of good night sleeps… Goodnight, Harry.”
“’Night Draco.”
Draco was on the verge of dozing off when he felt Harry shift around in bed and then groaned as he turned on the bedside lamp.
“Draco?” said Harry sitting up in bed.
“Am I going to get any sleep until you’re done talking for the night?”
“No.”
“Then what do you want now?” said Draco, propping up his pillows and sitting up.
“Do you think our relationship is ready to move forward a step?”
“Yes, perhaps we should buy a cat,” smirked Draco and reached for the glass of water that he kept near his side of the bed.
“That’s more of a shuffle than a step.”
“A dog then?” suggested Draco, taking a sip of water.
“I was thinking more like… a child?”
Draco choked on his water and started coughing heavily. Harry, rather unhelpfully, tried to pat him on the back, causing him to cough more. He downed the rest of his glass as if it were alcohol and half wished it was.
“A child?”
“Yes.”
“As in… a child?”
“Yes.”
“As in… a real child?”
“Yes,” replied Harry impatiently.
Draco drew a sharp breath. “That’s more of a jump than a step.”
“Well what do you think?”
“I think… I think we should talk about it in the morning.”
“In other words, no.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what’s implied.”
“I’m not implying anything. And forgive me for not jumping for joy at your suggestion of raising a child that’s been in your mind for the whole of ten minutes.”
“I’ve thought about it longer than that. Ron and Hermione -”
“Ahh.”
“What? Don’t ‘aah’ me, it’s not just them. Seamus and -”
“Mmm,” said Draco nodding. “All your friends have children and you want one too because you feel left out.”
“I do not feel left out,” cried Harry indignantly.
“A child is for life Harry, not just for Christmas.”
“It’s not Christmas.”
“You know what I mean,” replied Draco. “They take a lot of work. You can’t just stop parenting when you get bored of it.”
“I won’t!”
“I will! I hate children.”
Harry gasped loudly and clapped a hand over his mouth. “You hate children?” he asked in disbelief, his voice sounding muffled through his hand.
Draco struggled to find the right words to placate him. “I don’t… well, I… what I meant…”
“No, I know perfectly well what you meant.”
“For fucks sake, this is ridiculous,” snapped Draco. “Why are we arguing?”
“Because you hate children!”
“And with good cause. Whiny little good-for-nothing brats.”
“How can you say that? You were a child once too, you know.”
“And thank heavens I grew out of it.”
“Do I mean nothing to you?”
“Of course you do. But you’re moving way too fast. You’ll be talking about a ceremony next.” Draco saw the expression on Harry’s face. “Oh Merlin, you have been thinking about a ceremony haven’t you?”
“Well haven’t you?”
“No.”
Harry got out of bed angrily. “Fine.”
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“Come on, don’t get prissy about this.”
“I’m not getting prissy about anything.”
“Fine. You do whatever you want, but I’m not chasing after you. This is your performance, you can star in it by yourself.”
Harry stared at Draco for a while before crawling back into bed. “I’m leaving first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Fine.”
“And I’m not coming back.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll never see me again.”
“Make sure to write.”
“I won’t.”
Draco shucked the duvet from their bed and slunk down to the bottom of the bed until his head met Harry’s crotch.
“If you leave you won’t be getting this anymore,” said Draco before taking the head of Harry’s cock into his mouth and sucking it gently, enjoying the feeling of growth against his tongue.
“I don’t care,” said Harry, trying desperately not to thrust his hips towards Draco’s mouth. “It’s not like I enjoy it.”
Draco moved his mouth fully down the length of Harry’s shaft, taking his entire prick down his throat before retracting and replacing his mouth with his hand as he started to wank Harry’s now spit-soaked cock.
“Your erection tells me otherwise,” he smirked.
“My cock is a traitor and doesn’t reflect what’s on my mind,” moaned Harry, his voice breaking slightly.
“Good. At least there’s one way to get around you.”
“You’re not getting around-” and then Harry broke mid sentence as he let out a contented yell as Draco took his prick back in his mouth. He tried to stay mad at Draco, tried to remember what they were arguing about and how angry he was at Draco’s refusal to commit to him and yet none of it mattered because he could make him feel so good.
“Draco, I hate you -” and then Harry let out a scream as he was brought to the edge. He dug his fingernails into the mattress and bucked his hips wildly, forcing more of his cock down Draco’s throat until he couldn’t hold out any longer and released shot after shot of hot spunk into Draco’s willing mouth before collapsing onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress with a bounce, his breaths coming fast.
Draco didn’t say a word as he wiped his mouth, crawled back up the bed until he was lying down full length again, leaned over Harry and turned off the bedside lamp.
“Goodnight Harry.”
“’Night Draco, ” Harry mumbled back sleepily.
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 018 - Child
Word Count: 985
Summary: Draco and Harry are at different points in their relationship
Warnings: (at your discretion) Mild language, sexual themes
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others
“Draco?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you awake?”
“Mmm.”
“Do you ever think about… us?”
“Mmm. All the time, Harry.”
“Do you think about where we’re going?”
“Sure… Goodnight, Harry.”
“Goodnight.”
It was quiet for a while and then Draco felt Harry snuggling up to his chest and knew it wouldn’t remain that way.
“Draco?”
“Yes?”
“Are you still awake?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever seriously thought about our future?”
“Of course.”
“And?”
“…And what?”
“What does it involve?”
“Plenty of good night sleeps… Goodnight, Harry.”
“’Night Draco.”
Draco was on the verge of dozing off when he felt Harry shift around in bed and then groaned as he turned on the bedside lamp.
“Draco?” said Harry sitting up in bed.
“Am I going to get any sleep until you’re done talking for the night?”
“No.”
“Then what do you want now?” said Draco, propping up his pillows and sitting up.
“Do you think our relationship is ready to move forward a step?”
“Yes, perhaps we should buy a cat,” smirked Draco and reached for the glass of water that he kept near his side of the bed.
“That’s more of a shuffle than a step.”
“A dog then?” suggested Draco, taking a sip of water.
“I was thinking more like… a child?”
Draco choked on his water and started coughing heavily. Harry, rather unhelpfully, tried to pat him on the back, causing him to cough more. He downed the rest of his glass as if it were alcohol and half wished it was.
“A child?”
“Yes.”
“As in… a child?”
“Yes.”
“As in… a real child?”
“Yes,” replied Harry impatiently.
Draco drew a sharp breath. “That’s more of a jump than a step.”
“Well what do you think?”
“I think… I think we should talk about it in the morning.”
“In other words, no.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what’s implied.”
“I’m not implying anything. And forgive me for not jumping for joy at your suggestion of raising a child that’s been in your mind for the whole of ten minutes.”
“I’ve thought about it longer than that. Ron and Hermione -”
“Ahh.”
“What? Don’t ‘aah’ me, it’s not just them. Seamus and -”
“Mmm,” said Draco nodding. “All your friends have children and you want one too because you feel left out.”
“I do not feel left out,” cried Harry indignantly.
“A child is for life Harry, not just for Christmas.”
“It’s not Christmas.”
“You know what I mean,” replied Draco. “They take a lot of work. You can’t just stop parenting when you get bored of it.”
“I won’t!”
“I will! I hate children.”
Harry gasped loudly and clapped a hand over his mouth. “You hate children?” he asked in disbelief, his voice sounding muffled through his hand.
Draco struggled to find the right words to placate him. “I don’t… well, I… what I meant…”
“No, I know perfectly well what you meant.”
“For fucks sake, this is ridiculous,” snapped Draco. “Why are we arguing?”
“Because you hate children!”
“And with good cause. Whiny little good-for-nothing brats.”
“How can you say that? You were a child once too, you know.”
“And thank heavens I grew out of it.”
“Do I mean nothing to you?”
“Of course you do. But you’re moving way too fast. You’ll be talking about a ceremony next.” Draco saw the expression on Harry’s face. “Oh Merlin, you have been thinking about a ceremony haven’t you?”
“Well haven’t you?”
“No.”
Harry got out of bed angrily. “Fine.”
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“Come on, don’t get prissy about this.”
“I’m not getting prissy about anything.”
“Fine. You do whatever you want, but I’m not chasing after you. This is your performance, you can star in it by yourself.”
Harry stared at Draco for a while before crawling back into bed. “I’m leaving first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Fine.”
“And I’m not coming back.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll never see me again.”
“Make sure to write.”
“I won’t.”
Draco shucked the duvet from their bed and slunk down to the bottom of the bed until his head met Harry’s crotch.
“If you leave you won’t be getting this anymore,” said Draco before taking the head of Harry’s cock into his mouth and sucking it gently, enjoying the feeling of growth against his tongue.
“I don’t care,” said Harry, trying desperately not to thrust his hips towards Draco’s mouth. “It’s not like I enjoy it.”
Draco moved his mouth fully down the length of Harry’s shaft, taking his entire prick down his throat before retracting and replacing his mouth with his hand as he started to wank Harry’s now spit-soaked cock.
“Your erection tells me otherwise,” he smirked.
“My cock is a traitor and doesn’t reflect what’s on my mind,” moaned Harry, his voice breaking slightly.
“Good. At least there’s one way to get around you.”
“You’re not getting around-” and then Harry broke mid sentence as he let out a contented yell as Draco took his prick back in his mouth. He tried to stay mad at Draco, tried to remember what they were arguing about and how angry he was at Draco’s refusal to commit to him and yet none of it mattered because he could make him feel so good.
“Draco, I hate you -” and then Harry let out a scream as he was brought to the edge. He dug his fingernails into the mattress and bucked his hips wildly, forcing more of his cock down Draco’s throat until he couldn’t hold out any longer and released shot after shot of hot spunk into Draco’s willing mouth before collapsing onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress with a bounce, his breaths coming fast.
Draco didn’t say a word as he wiped his mouth, crawled back up the bed until he was lying down full length again, leaned over Harry and turned off the bedside lamp.
“Goodnight Harry.”
“’Night Draco, ” Harry mumbled back sleepily.
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.