Birthday one-shot: A Twist of the Wrist
Title: A Twist of the Wrist
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Wank and snark (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 635
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 rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for jinxgirl71, using the prompt of "I think I pulled something while wanking."
Summary: Draco has been gone so long that Harry has done himself an injury in his boyfriend's absence.
Harry had no reason to stifle his cries of pleasure, so he moaned loudly as his hand moved rapidly up and down his cock. He spared a moment to feel melancholy that no husky voice answered his own. No, Harry was flying solo tonight, as he had been for the past three nights with Draco away attending a Malfoy family wedding. Normally, Harry enjoyed a good wank, but he didn't enjoy the fact that it was currently his only option, as his sure thing was out of town.
Harry shifted on the bed, his legs falling farther apart as he continued waxing his broom. He pulled down roughly, then twisted his wrist on the upstroke before swiping his thumb over the tip of his cock...over and over, going faster and harder as he felt his bollocks draw up tight to his body.
With one more twist of his wrist, Harry's cock spurted over his hand, and he came with a cry that was as much pain as pleasure.
~*~
Draco was so happy to be home. A weekend spent in the company of sniping Malfoys and simpering LaPierres had given him a three-day headache. There was also the fact that he was sporting a rampant hard on for his boyfriend, and that made him doubly eager to walk through his own front door. "Harry!" he called, shrugging out of his cloak.
Harry came bounding around the corner, eyes bright and happy, and flung himself against Draco, knocking the blond back against the door before he wrapped him up in a one-armed hug and seized Draco's lips in a knee-weakening snog.
Draco's knees really were threatening to buckle before Harry finally let him up for air. "Merlin," he gasped, "that's some welcome home."
"I missed you," pouted Harry, before diving in for another hearty snog.
Draco joined in enthusiastically, until Harry brought his right hand up to wrap around the back of Draco's neck, and he felt something rough brush against his sensitive nape. Breaking free and panting for breath, Draco reached for Harry's arm and drew his hand down, only now noticing that his boyfriend's wrist was heavily wrapped. "What happened?" he demanded, voice conveying his dismay.
Harry flushed and ducked his head before mumbling a reply.
"What did you say?" prodded Draco.
Harry sighed and lifted his chin. "I said, I pulled something while wanking."
"Other than your willie, you mean?" Draco responded, struggling to contain his mirth.
Harry's eyes narrowed, and he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Go ahead and laugh," he snapped. "I know you're dying to let it out."
Draco couldn't help it; he burst into great whoops of laughter, sagging back against the door and clutching at his stomach. "Good thing...good thing I came home...so you wouldn't...wouldn't have to cheat on your...your right hand with your left," he gasped between laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.
Harry's spine stiffened noticeably. "He who laughs, sleeps alone," he hissed angrily.
"Aw, I'm sorry," Draco said placatingly, straightening from his slump against the door. He pulled his indignant boyfriend into his arms and murmured, "You won't really make me sleep alone, will you?" The question was punctuated with a soft nip to the side of Harry's neck, just below his ear.
"Not...not tonight," stammered Harry. "Tomorrow night...maybe...unless you redeem yourself."
Draco's lips had worked their way down to Harry's collar, and he nosed the material aside to nibble at the tender flesh there. Lifting his head a scant centimeter, he peered up at his boyfriend and suggested, "Let's take this to the bedroom, so I can begin redeeming myself now."
~fin~
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Wank and snark (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 635
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 rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for jinxgirl71, using the prompt of "I think I pulled something while wanking."
Summary: Draco has been gone so long that Harry has done himself an injury in his boyfriend's absence.
Harry had no reason to stifle his cries of pleasure, so he moaned loudly as his hand moved rapidly up and down his cock. He spared a moment to feel melancholy that no husky voice answered his own. No, Harry was flying solo tonight, as he had been for the past three nights with Draco away attending a Malfoy family wedding. Normally, Harry enjoyed a good wank, but he didn't enjoy the fact that it was currently his only option, as his sure thing was out of town.
Harry shifted on the bed, his legs falling farther apart as he continued waxing his broom. He pulled down roughly, then twisted his wrist on the upstroke before swiping his thumb over the tip of his cock...over and over, going faster and harder as he felt his bollocks draw up tight to his body.
With one more twist of his wrist, Harry's cock spurted over his hand, and he came with a cry that was as much pain as pleasure.
~*~
Draco was so happy to be home. A weekend spent in the company of sniping Malfoys and simpering LaPierres had given him a three-day headache. There was also the fact that he was sporting a rampant hard on for his boyfriend, and that made him doubly eager to walk through his own front door. "Harry!" he called, shrugging out of his cloak.
Harry came bounding around the corner, eyes bright and happy, and flung himself against Draco, knocking the blond back against the door before he wrapped him up in a one-armed hug and seized Draco's lips in a knee-weakening snog.
Draco's knees really were threatening to buckle before Harry finally let him up for air. "Merlin," he gasped, "that's some welcome home."
"I missed you," pouted Harry, before diving in for another hearty snog.
Draco joined in enthusiastically, until Harry brought his right hand up to wrap around the back of Draco's neck, and he felt something rough brush against his sensitive nape. Breaking free and panting for breath, Draco reached for Harry's arm and drew his hand down, only now noticing that his boyfriend's wrist was heavily wrapped. "What happened?" he demanded, voice conveying his dismay.
Harry flushed and ducked his head before mumbling a reply.
"What did you say?" prodded Draco.
Harry sighed and lifted his chin. "I said, I pulled something while wanking."
"Other than your willie, you mean?" Draco responded, struggling to contain his mirth.
Harry's eyes narrowed, and he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Go ahead and laugh," he snapped. "I know you're dying to let it out."
Draco couldn't help it; he burst into great whoops of laughter, sagging back against the door and clutching at his stomach. "Good thing...good thing I came home...so you wouldn't...wouldn't have to cheat on your...your right hand with your left," he gasped between laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.
Harry's spine stiffened noticeably. "He who laughs, sleeps alone," he hissed angrily.
"Aw, I'm sorry," Draco said placatingly, straightening from his slump against the door. He pulled his indignant boyfriend into his arms and murmured, "You won't really make me sleep alone, will you?" The question was punctuated with a soft nip to the side of Harry's neck, just below his ear.
"Not...not tonight," stammered Harry. "Tomorrow night...maybe...unless you redeem yourself."
Draco's lips had worked their way down to Harry's collar, and he nosed the material aside to nibble at the tender flesh there. Lifting his head a scant centimeter, he peered up at his boyfriend and suggested, "Let's take this to the bedroom, so I can begin redeeming myself now."
~fin~