Weak
final christmas gift!fic posting until next week as i'm away for the weekend. cheerio :)
Title: Weak
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Ticklish
Word Count: 470
Summary: Late night talk leads to a morning of regret for Harry
Warnings: (at your discretion) Brief sex talk
Notes: Christmas gift!fic for whatifisaidno x
Harry was just on the verge of dozing off when the bedroom door opened and light flooded in from the hallway. He opened one eye lazily and saw Draco enter, tiptoeing so as not to wake him. Harry thought it extremely cute and yet very odd because he hadn’t ever thought his boyfriend (of two months and it still felt weird applying that word to Draco) to be that considerate.
“Hey,” Harry greeted him sleepily. “I was wondering when you were coming up.”
“Programmes just finished,” Draco explained, removing his clothes with a well practiced incantation and slipping under the sheets. Harry shivered as he felt his cold hand wrap around his waist and then flinched so violently when Draco squeezed his ribs in supposed affection that Draco sat up in alarm.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Harry said in embarrassment, motioning him to lie back down. “You just tickled me.”
“For gods sake Harry, you jumped like you’d just seen Peeves appear in front of you or something!”
“I’m just really ticklish.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“That’s because I didn’t want you to! I thought you’d do it all the time if I did.”
“Of course I wouldn’t!” Draco said in an appalled manner and to prove his point he moved his hand up to Harry’s chest instead.
And Harry thought nothing more of it.
“Get me a drink,” Draco barked rudely at breakfast next morning.
“What’s the magic word?”
“Now!”
“I think you’ll find, Draco, the magic word is wand. As in use it.”
“But I want you to make it. Without magic.”
“No! Do it yourself!”
Draco sighed angrily and got up from his stool at the table to go and make himself one. Had Harry been on guard he might have been able to intercept, but, lost in the morning newspaper he suddenly screamed loudly as Draco attacked from behind and he felt his fingers tickling his ribs. He flung the newspaper down at once and thrashed this way and that, trying to get away from Draco’s squirming fingers.
“STOP!” He yelled, half laughing and half-tearful. “STOP IT!”
Draco relented but wrapped his arms tightly around Harry, to keep him fixed to his stool. “Are you going to make me a drink now?”
“You said you wouldn’t do this to me if I told you!” Harry pleaded, evading Draco’s question.
“I also said I wouldn’t come in your mouth the first time you sucked me off but we both know how that one ended, don’t we?”
Harry let out a cry of defeat and then screamed again as Draco resumed the tickling. “OKAY, I’LL DO IT!” he managed to choke out. He knew it was definitely the right decision when Draco stopped and he gratefully inhaled air weakly. It was just too bad that Draco would now lord this over him forever.
Title: Weak
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Ticklish
Word Count: 470
Summary: Late night talk leads to a morning of regret for Harry
Warnings: (at your discretion) Brief sex talk
Notes: Christmas gift!fic for whatifisaidno x
Harry was just on the verge of dozing off when the bedroom door opened and light flooded in from the hallway. He opened one eye lazily and saw Draco enter, tiptoeing so as not to wake him. Harry thought it extremely cute and yet very odd because he hadn’t ever thought his boyfriend (of two months and it still felt weird applying that word to Draco) to be that considerate.
“Hey,” Harry greeted him sleepily. “I was wondering when you were coming up.”
“Programmes just finished,” Draco explained, removing his clothes with a well practiced incantation and slipping under the sheets. Harry shivered as he felt his cold hand wrap around his waist and then flinched so violently when Draco squeezed his ribs in supposed affection that Draco sat up in alarm.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Harry said in embarrassment, motioning him to lie back down. “You just tickled me.”
“For gods sake Harry, you jumped like you’d just seen Peeves appear in front of you or something!”
“I’m just really ticklish.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“That’s because I didn’t want you to! I thought you’d do it all the time if I did.”
“Of course I wouldn’t!” Draco said in an appalled manner and to prove his point he moved his hand up to Harry’s chest instead.
And Harry thought nothing more of it.
“Get me a drink,” Draco barked rudely at breakfast next morning.
“What’s the magic word?”
“Now!”
“I think you’ll find, Draco, the magic word is wand. As in use it.”
“But I want you to make it. Without magic.”
“No! Do it yourself!”
Draco sighed angrily and got up from his stool at the table to go and make himself one. Had Harry been on guard he might have been able to intercept, but, lost in the morning newspaper he suddenly screamed loudly as Draco attacked from behind and he felt his fingers tickling his ribs. He flung the newspaper down at once and thrashed this way and that, trying to get away from Draco’s squirming fingers.
“STOP!” He yelled, half laughing and half-tearful. “STOP IT!”
Draco relented but wrapped his arms tightly around Harry, to keep him fixed to his stool. “Are you going to make me a drink now?”
“You said you wouldn’t do this to me if I told you!” Harry pleaded, evading Draco’s question.
“I also said I wouldn’t come in your mouth the first time you sucked me off but we both know how that one ended, don’t we?”
Harry let out a cry of defeat and then screamed again as Draco resumed the tickling. “OKAY, I’LL DO IT!” he managed to choke out. He knew it was definitely the right decision when Draco stopped and he gratefully inhaled air weakly. It was just too bad that Draco would now lord this over him forever.