A Midnight Snack
Title: A Midnight Snack
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Whipped cream
Word Count: 760
Summary: Harry’s filthy eating habits earn him a punishment from Draco
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sexual themes briefly mentioned
Notes: Christmas gift!fic for sesheta_66 x
“HARRY POTTER!”
Harry jumped at the sound of his own name and instantly put the can of whipped cream he had been busy squirting into his open mouth back onto a shelf in the fridge. After swallowing the foam-like substance as fast as he could, he closed the fridge door and turned around to face Draco, hoping he didn’t look guilty.
Draco didn’t look too happy, standing there staring at him, with his arms folded and an unimpressed look on his face. “How many times have I told you not to put your filthy eating habits into practice? It may fly in the Weasley household but it certainly isn’t acceptable with me!”
“I wasn’t doing -” Harry began to protest but Draco held up a hand to silence him.
“If it’s not drinking out of the milk carton then it’s picking at leftover food with your unwashed hands. It’s disgusting.”
“But I wasn’t -”
“And now you’ve moved onto the whipped cream. Which, may I add, I was going to use to make a trifle later.”
“I didn’t even touch the whipped cream!”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “So what’s that around your mouth? Cum?”
Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve quickly, causing Draco to wince.
“Anyone would think I was living with a pig,” he snapped irritably.
“Anyone would think I was living with a nagging housewife,” Harry retorted. He instantly regretted it when Draco unblinkingly glared at him. “W-well… w-what I actually meant… er…” Harry tried to backtrack. “I meant, er, that the house is so clean and lovely that it’s a credit to you?”
“And where does the nagging part fit into that?” Draco asked in a dangerously low voice.
For the sake of his own well-being (as well as his testicles) Harry thought it best not to answer that one.
Harry didn’t know how long he’d been asleep but he knew it hadn’t been long and one thing Harry absolutely detested beyond belief was being awoken abruptly. Especially being awoken abruptly by Draco Malfoy sitting on top of him and bouncing up and down on his chest vigorously. In the dark, Harry couldn’t see Draco but he already knew the smug grin his boyfriend would be throwing him right now because Harry was used to it. Which is why he knew it was useless trying to throw Draco off and sure enough, when he tried to struggle, he found his body immobilised courtesy of a Malfoy-laced curse. Draco was Slytherin all night, attacking in the middle of the night while Harry slept defenceless.
Draco’s weight shifted from on top of him once he realised he was awake and Harry felt the bed dip next to him as Draco rolled over before his hot breath came into contact with his ear.
“What an unfortunate position you’ve gotten yourself into, Potter.”
“I didn’t exactly do this to myself,” Harry snapped and then let out an exaggerated sigh. “Still, I should know by now that the only way you’d ever win against me is by using cowardice.”
He heard Draco snarl and Harry knew he was pushing the right buttons.
“Shut your dirty mouth before I shut it for you,” Draco spat. Harry grinned.
“Come on then, Malfoy!” he laughed. “Shut my mouth up! Though I can’t think for the life of me what you’re going to use!”
Harry opened his mouth wide, ready for Draco to stick his cock inside and start pumping away furiously but his gag reflex wasn’t expecting what Draco actually put in his mouth and he choked as Draco sprayed rich-tasting foam into his mouth and down his throat. His eyes watered and he tried to yell his mercy but couldn’t form any words and just as he thought he was going to die at the hands of a whipped cream overdose, Draco relented.
Swallowing what was in his mouth and then coughing away the residue that still lay in his throat, Harry spluttered angrily. “What the fuck!?”
He heard Draco mutter a recognisable incantation and at his command, Harry blinked a couple of times as light flooded the room and his eyes got themselves used to the quick change. Sure enough, Draco wore the shit-eating grin Harry expected him to have and a can of whipped cream in his hand that Harry did not expect him to have.
“What on earth is the matter?” Draco replied innocently. “I just thought if you liked the taste of whipped cream so much you’d enjoy it as a midnight snack!”
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Whipped cream
Word Count: 760
Summary: Harry’s filthy eating habits earn him a punishment from Draco
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sexual themes briefly mentioned
Notes: Christmas gift!fic for sesheta_66 x
“HARRY POTTER!”
Harry jumped at the sound of his own name and instantly put the can of whipped cream he had been busy squirting into his open mouth back onto a shelf in the fridge. After swallowing the foam-like substance as fast as he could, he closed the fridge door and turned around to face Draco, hoping he didn’t look guilty.
Draco didn’t look too happy, standing there staring at him, with his arms folded and an unimpressed look on his face. “How many times have I told you not to put your filthy eating habits into practice? It may fly in the Weasley household but it certainly isn’t acceptable with me!”
“I wasn’t doing -” Harry began to protest but Draco held up a hand to silence him.
“If it’s not drinking out of the milk carton then it’s picking at leftover food with your unwashed hands. It’s disgusting.”
“But I wasn’t -”
“And now you’ve moved onto the whipped cream. Which, may I add, I was going to use to make a trifle later.”
“I didn’t even touch the whipped cream!”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “So what’s that around your mouth? Cum?”
Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve quickly, causing Draco to wince.
“Anyone would think I was living with a pig,” he snapped irritably.
“Anyone would think I was living with a nagging housewife,” Harry retorted. He instantly regretted it when Draco unblinkingly glared at him. “W-well… w-what I actually meant… er…” Harry tried to backtrack. “I meant, er, that the house is so clean and lovely that it’s a credit to you?”
“And where does the nagging part fit into that?” Draco asked in a dangerously low voice.
For the sake of his own well-being (as well as his testicles) Harry thought it best not to answer that one.
Harry didn’t know how long he’d been asleep but he knew it hadn’t been long and one thing Harry absolutely detested beyond belief was being awoken abruptly. Especially being awoken abruptly by Draco Malfoy sitting on top of him and bouncing up and down on his chest vigorously. In the dark, Harry couldn’t see Draco but he already knew the smug grin his boyfriend would be throwing him right now because Harry was used to it. Which is why he knew it was useless trying to throw Draco off and sure enough, when he tried to struggle, he found his body immobilised courtesy of a Malfoy-laced curse. Draco was Slytherin all night, attacking in the middle of the night while Harry slept defenceless.
Draco’s weight shifted from on top of him once he realised he was awake and Harry felt the bed dip next to him as Draco rolled over before his hot breath came into contact with his ear.
“What an unfortunate position you’ve gotten yourself into, Potter.”
“I didn’t exactly do this to myself,” Harry snapped and then let out an exaggerated sigh. “Still, I should know by now that the only way you’d ever win against me is by using cowardice.”
He heard Draco snarl and Harry knew he was pushing the right buttons.
“Shut your dirty mouth before I shut it for you,” Draco spat. Harry grinned.
“Come on then, Malfoy!” he laughed. “Shut my mouth up! Though I can’t think for the life of me what you’re going to use!”
Harry opened his mouth wide, ready for Draco to stick his cock inside and start pumping away furiously but his gag reflex wasn’t expecting what Draco actually put in his mouth and he choked as Draco sprayed rich-tasting foam into his mouth and down his throat. His eyes watered and he tried to yell his mercy but couldn’t form any words and just as he thought he was going to die at the hands of a whipped cream overdose, Draco relented.
Swallowing what was in his mouth and then coughing away the residue that still lay in his throat, Harry spluttered angrily. “What the fuck!?”
He heard Draco mutter a recognisable incantation and at his command, Harry blinked a couple of times as light flooded the room and his eyes got themselves used to the quick change. Sure enough, Draco wore the shit-eating grin Harry expected him to have and a can of whipped cream in his hand that Harry did not expect him to have.
“What on earth is the matter?” Draco replied innocently. “I just thought if you liked the taste of whipped cream so much you’d enjoy it as a midnight snack!”