Getting Checked Out
Title: Getting Checked Out
Rating: NC-17 - this is PWP
Word count: 600
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: The boys are trying some role-playing
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for dracoharry100's current challenge, doc.
“Doc?”
The doctor looked up, and Draco felt himself blush instantly as he met the bright green eyes. He didn’t usually go for the brainy types - Quidditch players were more his style - but there was a knowing look behind the thick glasses that made him shiver.
“You’re Malfoy, then? Here for a check-up?” the doctor said stiffly.
“Call me Draco,” he purred, holding out a hand.
“Dr Potter.” His grip was warm and firm, and Draco imagined what it would be like on an entirely different part of his anatomy. “Right - take your shirt off, and get on the bed.”
~*~
Draco did so with a flirtatious smile, but Dr Potter seemed oblivious. He put his stereoscope flat against Draco’s chest; it was cold, and he shivered. His nipples peaked.
Dr Potter’s hand brushed against a nipple when he took the stereoscope away. Draco swallowed a moan.
“Your heartbeat’s fast, Draco. Any idea why that might be?”
Draco looked up into heated eyes, and felt his own go wide. “I - well - ”
“Perhaps not.” Dr Potter ran a hand down Draco’s arm; the warm touch in the cool room left Draco’s skin tingling. “Please strip and bend over.”
Draco swallowed and obeyed.
~*~
Draco flushed as he dropped his briefs, feeling a brief, shy impulse to cover himself. His pale skin goosebumped in the cool air.
Dr Potter frowned at his pause and Draco hastily turned and bent over the bed, not wanting to displease the taller man, or ignore his instructions. He was very aware that this was Dr Potter’s office, and he was vulnerable on the other man’s home turf.
He felt warm hands separate his cheeks, and felt another wave of helplessness rush through him. His hole was exposed to the doctor’s gaze; he felt a hot pink blush grow.
~*~
Dr Potter wasn’t touching him anywhere but his arse, but he was close enough for his warmth to reach Draco. The blond felt his cock twitch, and he prayed the doctor wouldn’t notice.
Then Dr Potter ran a gentle finger over his hole. “I think I need to check you out properly.”
“Oh. Er, all right - ” then Draco choked on air as a lubed finger was pressed gently inside him.
Dr Potter drew the finger in and out, running it overly his gently stretched ring; Draco shuddered helplessly at the feeling, and then there was another finger - then a third.
~*~
Draco’s cock was hard now, but he bit his lip and kept control, trying desperately not to expose his state to the doctor. Then Dr Potter leant in just a little more, his warm body touching Draco all over, and stroked his fingers over Draco’s prostate.
Draco whimpered and jerked his hips back, bearing down on the fingers. Before he’d even had time to be embarrassed he felt Dr Potter’s hand on his hard cock. Draco flushed miserably.
“Well, well, what do we have here?”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice almost lost in the sound of the air conditioning.
~*~
“No need to be sorry.” Potter pulled Draco’s cock in one strong motion, and Draco made a soft sound. The next moment he felt something hard and hot pressing against his arse.
“Oh God - ”
At Draco’s gasp, Dr Potter thrust ruthlessly. Draco felt his body tighten, and the two men moaned together.
At that shared sound, the illusion broke. They moved together frantically, fingers clenching and mouths moving. Draco felt himself stroked passionately inside and out and came with a cry; Harry followed, fingers leaving bruises on Draco’s hips.
They panted together in the aftermath.
“Doc fantasy’s a go then.”
Rating: NC-17 - this is PWP
Word count: 600
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: The boys are trying some role-playing
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for dracoharry100's current challenge, doc.
“Doc?”
The doctor looked up, and Draco felt himself blush instantly as he met the bright green eyes. He didn’t usually go for the brainy types - Quidditch players were more his style - but there was a knowing look behind the thick glasses that made him shiver.
“You’re Malfoy, then? Here for a check-up?” the doctor said stiffly.
“Call me Draco,” he purred, holding out a hand.
“Dr Potter.” His grip was warm and firm, and Draco imagined what it would be like on an entirely different part of his anatomy. “Right - take your shirt off, and get on the bed.”
~*~
Draco did so with a flirtatious smile, but Dr Potter seemed oblivious. He put his stereoscope flat against Draco’s chest; it was cold, and he shivered. His nipples peaked.
Dr Potter’s hand brushed against a nipple when he took the stereoscope away. Draco swallowed a moan.
“Your heartbeat’s fast, Draco. Any idea why that might be?”
Draco looked up into heated eyes, and felt his own go wide. “I - well - ”
“Perhaps not.” Dr Potter ran a hand down Draco’s arm; the warm touch in the cool room left Draco’s skin tingling. “Please strip and bend over.”
Draco swallowed and obeyed.
~*~
Draco flushed as he dropped his briefs, feeling a brief, shy impulse to cover himself. His pale skin goosebumped in the cool air.
Dr Potter frowned at his pause and Draco hastily turned and bent over the bed, not wanting to displease the taller man, or ignore his instructions. He was very aware that this was Dr Potter’s office, and he was vulnerable on the other man’s home turf.
He felt warm hands separate his cheeks, and felt another wave of helplessness rush through him. His hole was exposed to the doctor’s gaze; he felt a hot pink blush grow.
~*~
Dr Potter wasn’t touching him anywhere but his arse, but he was close enough for his warmth to reach Draco. The blond felt his cock twitch, and he prayed the doctor wouldn’t notice.
Then Dr Potter ran a gentle finger over his hole. “I think I need to check you out properly.”
“Oh. Er, all right - ” then Draco choked on air as a lubed finger was pressed gently inside him.
Dr Potter drew the finger in and out, running it overly his gently stretched ring; Draco shuddered helplessly at the feeling, and then there was another finger - then a third.
~*~
Draco’s cock was hard now, but he bit his lip and kept control, trying desperately not to expose his state to the doctor. Then Dr Potter leant in just a little more, his warm body touching Draco all over, and stroked his fingers over Draco’s prostate.
Draco whimpered and jerked his hips back, bearing down on the fingers. Before he’d even had time to be embarrassed he felt Dr Potter’s hand on his hard cock. Draco flushed miserably.
“Well, well, what do we have here?”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice almost lost in the sound of the air conditioning.
~*~
“No need to be sorry.” Potter pulled Draco’s cock in one strong motion, and Draco made a soft sound. The next moment he felt something hard and hot pressing against his arse.
“Oh God - ”
At Draco’s gasp, Dr Potter thrust ruthlessly. Draco felt his body tighten, and the two men moaned together.
At that shared sound, the illusion broke. They moved together frantically, fingers clenching and mouths moving. Draco felt himself stroked passionately inside and out and came with a cry; Harry followed, fingers leaving bruises on Draco’s hips.
They panted together in the aftermath.
“Doc fantasy’s a go then.”