RTMD: Pop Goes the Weasel
Chapter 4: Pop Goes the Weasel
Chapter Summary: Sometimes, especially when I don’t know the song, I’ll read a songfic and wonder what do these lyrics have to do with this story.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. This paltry piece of Potterotica is out of my own demented mind.
Author’s Note: The song is a 17th century English nursery rhyme. There are no other known origins.
Half a pound of tuppenny rice.
“Oh Merlin, Harry, this feels fantastic. I absolutely love your mouth! Oh yes, I - - I love it!”
Harry had to admit it, at least to himself; his jaw was really starting to ache. He had been going down on Draco for the past forty-five minutes and it didn’t seem as if his boyfriend was going to cum anytime soon. He loved to give Draco head whenever Draco asked but sometimes, the blond would take advantage of his oral talents.
The worse part was Harry knew, afterwards, his voice would sound horrible as well. All this deep throating could really rub too much against his pharynx, causing his voice to sound raspy and harsh. This really irritated Harry because he had a speech to give later that evening. Draco, the inconsiderate bastard, knew it, too.
They were just getting dressed to go to the annual Hogwarts Victory Dinner when Draco looked at him with those sultry grey eyes and asked Harry for ‘a little favor’.
Little favor, indeed.
Half a pound of treacle.
“Yes, Harry, I’m getting close. This is bloody fantastic! Your mouth is so wet and warm. I could do this all day.”
Apparently, Harry thought.
Draco kept his fingers tangled in Harry’s hair, keeping Harry’s mouth firmly around Draco’s cock. Every once in awhile Harry would try to gently pull off Draco so that he could at least wipe his mouth or swallow all the excessive saliva he was generating. It started off sexy as hell, but now it was beginning to feel kind of gross.
And besides, Harry was getting hungry. He had unintentionally skipped lunch. That morning, he needed to finish up some Auror business at the Ministry offices; and before he knew it the morning and most of the afternoon had gone. So, in hopes of spending some time alone with Draco, he Apparated home. That had been three hours ago. Now, they were on the verge of being late to the dinner. He inwardly cursed; they had even promised Headmistress McGonagall they would be there early to greet dignitaries and other people.
Then he couldn’t help but think about how McGonagall had promised to make all his favorites for the dinner. The house-elves would even make his favorite desert, treacle. As he heard Draco mumble again about how great this felt, Harry realized, now that would be worth wrapping his mouth around.
That’s the way the money goes.
“Oh Merlin on ice skates, Harry, this is the best blow-job you’ve ever given me. I don’t know what you’re doing, but whatever it is, please, don’t stop!”
Harry pondered why did Draco have to drink those three glasses of wine on an empty stomach this afternoon. Whenever he did, it would make Draco horny and ‘long lasting’. And, sure, whenever Harry had been drinking, too, it wasn’t so bad as he felt the same. But here on the floor, stone sober, with throbbing knees and an aching jaw, it didn’t feel even slightly erotic anymore.
After a minute Harry realized, maybe if he tried a different tactic, he could make Draco come sooner so he could get up and finish getting dressed. He was now worried he had already ruined his pants. So, Harry decided to wipe off some of the spit that was oozing off his chin and made his fingers all slicked up as he reached around and began to slip them between Draco’s ass cheeks.
Besides, Harry thought, a little fingering never hurt anybody.
Pop! Goes the weasel.
“This is it, Harry. I’m going to cum. Oh yes, deep down your nasty throat. Suck it. Yes - Yes - Yes. Here. It. Comes.”
Ah, finally. Harry could sit back on his feet and close his mouth. Harry looked up at his boyfriend and smiled.
Payback would be hell.
Half of Nothing
Master RTMD List
Chapter Summary: Sometimes, especially when I don’t know the song, I’ll read a songfic and wonder what do these lyrics have to do with this story.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. This paltry piece of Potterotica is out of my own demented mind.
Author’s Note: The song is a 17th century English nursery rhyme. There are no other known origins.
Half a pound of tuppenny rice.
“Oh Merlin, Harry, this feels fantastic. I absolutely love your mouth! Oh yes, I - - I love it!”
Harry had to admit it, at least to himself; his jaw was really starting to ache. He had been going down on Draco for the past forty-five minutes and it didn’t seem as if his boyfriend was going to cum anytime soon. He loved to give Draco head whenever Draco asked but sometimes, the blond would take advantage of his oral talents.
The worse part was Harry knew, afterwards, his voice would sound horrible as well. All this deep throating could really rub too much against his pharynx, causing his voice to sound raspy and harsh. This really irritated Harry because he had a speech to give later that evening. Draco, the inconsiderate bastard, knew it, too.
They were just getting dressed to go to the annual Hogwarts Victory Dinner when Draco looked at him with those sultry grey eyes and asked Harry for ‘a little favor’.
Little favor, indeed.
Half a pound of treacle.
“Yes, Harry, I’m getting close. This is bloody fantastic! Your mouth is so wet and warm. I could do this all day.”
Apparently, Harry thought.
Draco kept his fingers tangled in Harry’s hair, keeping Harry’s mouth firmly around Draco’s cock. Every once in awhile Harry would try to gently pull off Draco so that he could at least wipe his mouth or swallow all the excessive saliva he was generating. It started off sexy as hell, but now it was beginning to feel kind of gross.
And besides, Harry was getting hungry. He had unintentionally skipped lunch. That morning, he needed to finish up some Auror business at the Ministry offices; and before he knew it the morning and most of the afternoon had gone. So, in hopes of spending some time alone with Draco, he Apparated home. That had been three hours ago. Now, they were on the verge of being late to the dinner. He inwardly cursed; they had even promised Headmistress McGonagall they would be there early to greet dignitaries and other people.
Then he couldn’t help but think about how McGonagall had promised to make all his favorites for the dinner. The house-elves would even make his favorite desert, treacle. As he heard Draco mumble again about how great this felt, Harry realized, now that would be worth wrapping his mouth around.
That’s the way the money goes.
“Oh Merlin on ice skates, Harry, this is the best blow-job you’ve ever given me. I don’t know what you’re doing, but whatever it is, please, don’t stop!”
Harry pondered why did Draco have to drink those three glasses of wine on an empty stomach this afternoon. Whenever he did, it would make Draco horny and ‘long lasting’. And, sure, whenever Harry had been drinking, too, it wasn’t so bad as he felt the same. But here on the floor, stone sober, with throbbing knees and an aching jaw, it didn’t feel even slightly erotic anymore.
After a minute Harry realized, maybe if he tried a different tactic, he could make Draco come sooner so he could get up and finish getting dressed. He was now worried he had already ruined his pants. So, Harry decided to wipe off some of the spit that was oozing off his chin and made his fingers all slicked up as he reached around and began to slip them between Draco’s ass cheeks.
Besides, Harry thought, a little fingering never hurt anybody.
Pop! Goes the weasel.
“This is it, Harry. I’m going to cum. Oh yes, deep down your nasty throat. Suck it. Yes - Yes - Yes. Here. It. Comes.”
Ah, finally. Harry could sit back on his feet and close his mouth. Harry looked up at his boyfriend and smiled.
Payback would be hell.
Half of Nothing
Master RTMD List