REMEDY/AWDT: He's very quiet and he enjoys puzzles.
Title: All Better? (12/15)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Underage sexual activity
Word count: 1110
Teaser: Draco moaned shamelessly, and he grabbed the pillow from beneath his head, bringing it to his face to muffle any additional outbursts.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for the current AWDT, with the prompt of: He's very quiet and he enjoys puzzles. This is also part of my Remedy series, and it follows Have At It, in which Harry got a cookie, but Draco didn't.
Summary: Harry has left Draco hanging, so to speak, but he uses the situation to practice his oral sex skills.
Draco glared up at Potter for a full minute. The bumbling Gryffindor had just shagged him, but he'd been a right selfish prat, seeing to his own pleasure while leaving Draco throbbing and aching for release. Then he had the nerve to ask if he needed more practice.
Draco's eyes narrowed to angry slits. "Yes, Potter, you need more practice," he hissed. "You can begin by practicing oral sex!"
Harry's eyes widened in dismay. "You want me to give you a blow job?" he asked in a voice that cracked slightly with his nervousness. He scooted back marginally, allowing his now flaccid cock to slip free of Malfoy's body.
Draco rose up on his elbows and swept Potter with a disdainful look. "I believe you owe me a blow job after that mediocre shag," he sniffed haughtily. Potter's face fell, and Draco felt a twinge of regret at his harsh words. Unable to muster an apology, however, he tried for some encouragement instead. "You'll get better with time and practice," he amended.
Harry perked up a bit at that, and he wriggled farther down the bed until he was at eye level with Malfoy's still swollen prick. The blond smelled strongly of sex, and Harry's own cock stirred in response. He staunchly ignored his body's reaction, vowing to concentrate on Malfoy's pleasure instead. He licked his lips and leaned forward, smirking at the Slytherin's sharp intake of breath. He grasped Malfoy's cock in his hand and flicked the tip with his tongue. The blond moaned, and his head dropped back, exposing the column of his throat. Harry worked his tongue into the slit of the other boy's prick until Malfoy began to twist beneath him. "Suck it already!" commanded the blond, and Harry did so, wrapping his lips around the head and applying suction.
When he felt Potter's mouth close over the tip of his cock and suck, Draco collapsed back onto the pillows. Merlin! Had the git been practicing? Draco would hex him if he had. Any further thoughts he may have had on the subject fell by the wayside as Potter lowered his head, taking more of Draco's length into the hot cavern of his mouth. Draco moaned shamelessly, and he grabbed the pillow from beneath his head, bringing it to his face to muffle any additional outbursts.
Harry felt a momentary pang of regret that he could no longer watch Malfoy's face scrunch up in pleasure, but he continued with his oral ministrations, determined to suck the blond off in spectacular fashion.
Draco's hips began to move, and Potter backed off with a small gag. "Sorry, sorry," muttered Draco from behind his pillow, forgetting for a moment that Malfoys never apologized. All he knew was he wanted more of Potter's mouth on him.
Harry took a deep breath and returned to his task. This time, he pressed one forearm firmly across Malfoy's abdomen to steady the other boy. His other hand was working the shaft of the blond's prick, squeezing and stroking it as he sucked the head between his lips. He swirled his tongue around and tried different patterns. He implemented the things Malfoy had taught him, and he experimented with other things he thought the Slytherin might like. Strangled sounds emanated from behind the pillow, and Harry was convinced that Malfoy was actually...squealing. He felt laughter rumble up from his own throat.
Draco was in danger of losing control completely. Only Potter's arm across his hipbones prevented him from thrusting into the Gryffindor's mouth...that wickedly talented mouth. Had Potter learned all that in one lesson? He must have been practicing, the slut! His tongue was doing all manner of naughty things, and Draco's cock approved whole heartedly. He was glad for the pillow he held to his face, because he was sure he would be making entirely inappropriate noises otherwise. When Potter's throat vibrated with sound, Draco was done. His body seized up, and he came with a muffled scream.
Malfoy hadn't warned him he was about to climax...at least not verbally. Harry wasn't prepared for the ribbons of come shooting down his throat, and he tried desperately to swallow, fighting his gag reflex all the while. When Malfoy finally subsided beneath him, Harry lifted his head and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and chin, removing the traces of the spunk he couldn't swallow.
Malfoy hadn't moved. Was he even breathing? What if he'd suffocated himself with the pillow?!
Alarmed, Harry snatched the pillow away. Dazed gray eyes blinked up at him. Giddy with relief, Harry smiled at his rival. "All better?" he teased in a cheeky tone of voice.
"Y-yes," Draco moaned, struggling now to sit up. He felt completely boneless.
Harry beamed, pleased with his success. "Do you think I'll be able to give Neville a blow job soon?" he asked excitedly.
Draco's sluggish mind struggled to process the conversation. Potter had just sucked him off, and now he was thinking and talking about another boy?! "Longbottom?!" he snapped. "What do you see in him, anyway?"
Oblivious to Malfoy's peevishness, Harry answered earnestly, "Well, he's not bad looking. He's very quiet, and he enjoys puzzles. He's brilliant at Herbology! And, he makes me laugh."
Impatiently, Draco waved him off. "Yes, yes, bully for you," he said dismissively. "But if you want to treat your boyfriend right, you'll need more shag practice," he declared, ignoring the stab of irritation he felt that all of his efforts to train Potter were to be wasted on Longbottom.
"Can...can I practice with you some more?" Harry ventured tentatively.
Draco quelled his instinctive urge to smirk. Adopting a bored tone, he drawled, "I suppose I can accommodate you, Potter. I have no prior engagements tomorrow night, if you're free then?"
"Yes, I can make it tomorrow night!" enthused Harry. "Here, at the same time?" he asked. He rolled off the bed and began gathering his clothes.
"That will work," agreed Draco, catching his own clothing as Potter tossed it to him. He tugged his shirt on, and when his head emerged, the other boy was already at the door, ready to walk out.
"Oh, and Potter?" Draco called out.
Harry paused and turned back to the blond on the bed. "Yeah?"
"Have a wank before you meet me tomorrow night. You'll last longer!"
Edit: In the next installment, Harry is Growing Bold
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Underage sexual activity
Word count: 1110
Teaser: Draco moaned shamelessly, and he grabbed the pillow from beneath his head, bringing it to his face to muffle any additional outbursts.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for the current AWDT, with the prompt of: He's very quiet and he enjoys puzzles. This is also part of my Remedy series, and it follows Have At It, in which Harry got a cookie, but Draco didn't.
Summary: Harry has left Draco hanging, so to speak, but he uses the situation to practice his oral sex skills.
Draco glared up at Potter for a full minute. The bumbling Gryffindor had just shagged him, but he'd been a right selfish prat, seeing to his own pleasure while leaving Draco throbbing and aching for release. Then he had the nerve to ask if he needed more practice.
Draco's eyes narrowed to angry slits. "Yes, Potter, you need more practice," he hissed. "You can begin by practicing oral sex!"
Harry's eyes widened in dismay. "You want me to give you a blow job?" he asked in a voice that cracked slightly with his nervousness. He scooted back marginally, allowing his now flaccid cock to slip free of Malfoy's body.
Draco rose up on his elbows and swept Potter with a disdainful look. "I believe you owe me a blow job after that mediocre shag," he sniffed haughtily. Potter's face fell, and Draco felt a twinge of regret at his harsh words. Unable to muster an apology, however, he tried for some encouragement instead. "You'll get better with time and practice," he amended.
Harry perked up a bit at that, and he wriggled farther down the bed until he was at eye level with Malfoy's still swollen prick. The blond smelled strongly of sex, and Harry's own cock stirred in response. He staunchly ignored his body's reaction, vowing to concentrate on Malfoy's pleasure instead. He licked his lips and leaned forward, smirking at the Slytherin's sharp intake of breath. He grasped Malfoy's cock in his hand and flicked the tip with his tongue. The blond moaned, and his head dropped back, exposing the column of his throat. Harry worked his tongue into the slit of the other boy's prick until Malfoy began to twist beneath him. "Suck it already!" commanded the blond, and Harry did so, wrapping his lips around the head and applying suction.
When he felt Potter's mouth close over the tip of his cock and suck, Draco collapsed back onto the pillows. Merlin! Had the git been practicing? Draco would hex him if he had. Any further thoughts he may have had on the subject fell by the wayside as Potter lowered his head, taking more of Draco's length into the hot cavern of his mouth. Draco moaned shamelessly, and he grabbed the pillow from beneath his head, bringing it to his face to muffle any additional outbursts.
Harry felt a momentary pang of regret that he could no longer watch Malfoy's face scrunch up in pleasure, but he continued with his oral ministrations, determined to suck the blond off in spectacular fashion.
Draco's hips began to move, and Potter backed off with a small gag. "Sorry, sorry," muttered Draco from behind his pillow, forgetting for a moment that Malfoys never apologized. All he knew was he wanted more of Potter's mouth on him.
Harry took a deep breath and returned to his task. This time, he pressed one forearm firmly across Malfoy's abdomen to steady the other boy. His other hand was working the shaft of the blond's prick, squeezing and stroking it as he sucked the head between his lips. He swirled his tongue around and tried different patterns. He implemented the things Malfoy had taught him, and he experimented with other things he thought the Slytherin might like. Strangled sounds emanated from behind the pillow, and Harry was convinced that Malfoy was actually...squealing. He felt laughter rumble up from his own throat.
Draco was in danger of losing control completely. Only Potter's arm across his hipbones prevented him from thrusting into the Gryffindor's mouth...that wickedly talented mouth. Had Potter learned all that in one lesson? He must have been practicing, the slut! His tongue was doing all manner of naughty things, and Draco's cock approved whole heartedly. He was glad for the pillow he held to his face, because he was sure he would be making entirely inappropriate noises otherwise. When Potter's throat vibrated with sound, Draco was done. His body seized up, and he came with a muffled scream.
Malfoy hadn't warned him he was about to climax...at least not verbally. Harry wasn't prepared for the ribbons of come shooting down his throat, and he tried desperately to swallow, fighting his gag reflex all the while. When Malfoy finally subsided beneath him, Harry lifted his head and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and chin, removing the traces of the spunk he couldn't swallow.
Malfoy hadn't moved. Was he even breathing? What if he'd suffocated himself with the pillow?!
Alarmed, Harry snatched the pillow away. Dazed gray eyes blinked up at him. Giddy with relief, Harry smiled at his rival. "All better?" he teased in a cheeky tone of voice.
"Y-yes," Draco moaned, struggling now to sit up. He felt completely boneless.
Harry beamed, pleased with his success. "Do you think I'll be able to give Neville a blow job soon?" he asked excitedly.
Draco's sluggish mind struggled to process the conversation. Potter had just sucked him off, and now he was thinking and talking about another boy?! "Longbottom?!" he snapped. "What do you see in him, anyway?"
Oblivious to Malfoy's peevishness, Harry answered earnestly, "Well, he's not bad looking. He's very quiet, and he enjoys puzzles. He's brilliant at Herbology! And, he makes me laugh."
Impatiently, Draco waved him off. "Yes, yes, bully for you," he said dismissively. "But if you want to treat your boyfriend right, you'll need more shag practice," he declared, ignoring the stab of irritation he felt that all of his efforts to train Potter were to be wasted on Longbottom.
"Can...can I practice with you some more?" Harry ventured tentatively.
Draco quelled his instinctive urge to smirk. Adopting a bored tone, he drawled, "I suppose I can accommodate you, Potter. I have no prior engagements tomorrow night, if you're free then?"
"Yes, I can make it tomorrow night!" enthused Harry. "Here, at the same time?" he asked. He rolled off the bed and began gathering his clothes.
"That will work," agreed Draco, catching his own clothing as Potter tossed it to him. He tugged his shirt on, and when his head emerged, the other boy was already at the door, ready to walk out.
"Oh, and Potter?" Draco called out.
Harry paused and turned back to the blond on the bed. "Yeah?"
"Have a wank before you meet me tomorrow night. You'll last longer!"
Edit: In the next installment, Harry is Growing Bold