Drapery: Mothers Day
Title: Mothers Day
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: N-17
Summary: Draco forgets Mother's Day (again) and "thanks" Harry for remembering for him.
Warnings: Blowjobs and buttsecks. And wanking. Not much wanking. But wanking nonetheless.
Word Count: 1099
Authors Note: I'd probably class this story as a quick porn fix, with some sillyness and fluff thrown in. No angst or shouting. Sorry. Wasn't up to angst today...
Fuck.
He’d forgotten again.
Draco scrambled naked out of bed, tugging on whatever clothes were in reach, some possibly his, some possibly Harry’s. He thundered down the remodelled staircase of Grimmauld Place, ready to fight the masses at Diagon Alley, in the slim hopes that he’d be able to scrape together something to pass off as a Mother’s Day gift.
So frantic was Draco that he didn’t even pause to acknowledge his partner, who was fully dressed and calmly reading the newspaper on the living room couch.
“Morning beautiful - hey! Where are you going?” Harry looked up, alarmed, as Draco tugged on his coat inside out.
“Diagon.” Draco answered, hastily slipping his shoes over feet with no socks.
“Diagon? What for?” Harry bemusedly watched as Draco pulled away the shoe that he had forced on the wrong foot.
“Fuck, I’m such an idiot… Harry, listen I-” Draco stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of the rather large, rather exquisitely wrapped gift that sat next to Harry on the sofa. “Harry, what’s that?”
Harry gave Draco an amused look. “You think I’d dare forget? Considering this is the third time this has happened? You really are an appalling son.”
Hope, relief and finally triumph erupted in Draco’s chest. “You bought her a present?”
“From both of us.” Harry added sternly. “And there’s a card on the table. Don’t forget to write in it.” Harry was about to go back to the paper in his lap when he suddenly found it full of squirming Draco.
“What on Earth would I do without you?” Draco gushed and nuzzled Harry’s neck, tossing the paper away carelessly and sending the various pages flying haphazardly about the floor.
Harry smiled affectionately, leaning forwards to offer a quick smooch. Draco did not, as Harry anticipated, rise from his lap and start getting ready, but instead continued nuzzling Harry’s neck. Harry coughed as Draco’s dainty hands started to wander.
“Um, Draco? Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
“Have to thank you first.” Draco smirked, swinging around to straddle Harry’s lap before leaning in for another kiss.
“Thank me later,” Harry moaned breathlessly, feeling his body grow hot under his good robes. “We have to - oh!”
Draco angled his hips, grinning when he met hardness that matched his own. “I think you want me to thank you now.”
“Were going to be late!” Harry groaned, thrusting upwards to get more feeling on his heated cock.
“Yes. Yes we will.” Draco nodded matter-of-factly as he slithered down Harry’s legs and started attacking his zipper. Harry made a disapproving noise that contradicted the way he lifted his bum to help Draco tug away his trousers.
“God, you really are an appalling son…” Harry moaned as he opened his legs and allowed Draco to kneel between. His admonishment turned into a hiss of pleasure as Draco’s hand delved inside his underwear and withdrew his aching length.
“Mmm,” was all Draco said before wrapping his lips around the leaking head of Harry’s cock. He suckled lightly, savouring the bittersweet taste, before descending on the rest of the shaft.
Draco was serious about thanking Harry, and to prove it, he used all of Harry’s favourite tricks - rubbing his wet thumb against Harry’s perineum, swallowing constantly around the head, humming loudly to send Harry over the edge with the delicious vibrations. Barley a few minutes after Draco had begun, Harry was a gibbering mess, thrashing his beet-red face from side to side and crying out in a wordless plea for more as he canted his hips eagerly.
Draco could feel his lover pulsing warningly against his tongue. Knowing Harry was close, Draco thrust a hand down his own trousers and gripped his hot, naked length.
“Oh fuck, Draco!” Harry shouted, before erupting into Draco’s mouth with a none-too-gentle thrust. Draco swallowed diligently around the pulsing member, all the while wanking himself until he stiffened and shuddered through his own climax.
“Fuck…” Draco muttered, falling face-forwards onto Harry’s warm, naked thigh with a dazed grin.
Harry looked across at the wall clock and groaned. “We need to clean up and change. And we’re definitely going to be late.” He groused, looking forlornly at the slightly battered gift-wrapping that Draco had jostled when he had first scrambled onto Harry’s lap.
“So we’ll be late. Worth it anyway.” Draco shrugged and grinned leaning up to kiss Harry. Harry returned the kiss, but Draco could sense the brief hesitation and pulled back, frowning slightly.
“What’s up with you?”
Harry raised his eyebrows a fraction. “Nothing.”
Draco arched an eyebrow of his own. “Harry.” he prompted again.
Harry shrugged. “Fine. I guess I don’t get how you can forget Mother’s Day year after year, and then risk showing up late just so you can get laid. Sometimes… sometimes I think that maybe if you knew what it was like not to have a mum, you’d appreciate yours a little more.”
Draco felt something inside him twist unpleasantly at his partners words. Harry gave Draco a sad little smile and pushed him gently, but firmly, off his lap. “I’m going to go clean up. Don’t forget to write in the card.” He added as he ascended the stairs, leaving Draco feeling like an absolute shit.
~*~
Late that evening, Harry was in a considerably better mood.
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen Narcissa smile so much as she did today.” Harry mused happily as he worked Draco open with oiled fingers.
Draco groaned as Harry’s fingers brushed over his prostate. “Harry, do me a favour. Stop talking about my Mum right now.”
Harry grinned and pulled his fingers from Draco’s prepared entrance. As he lined himself up with Draco’s hole, he added “I take back what I said. About you being an appalling son. The way you acted today, and the message you wrote in her card; it was lovely. I’m proud of you.”
Draco looked over his shoulder and smiled, pushing back against Harry’s cock cheekily. “Are you done now? Because if I remember correctly, I’m still not done thanking you.”
“Damn right you’re not,” Harry growled, thrusting forwards and earning himself a pleased moan.
~*~
Mum,
Often I forget how fortunate I am to have a mother like you. You gave me everything in this life that I needed, and now life has provided me with someone who reminds me to appreciate what I have been given.
Thank you, Mother, for all you have done, the sacrifices you have made, and the love that you have provided me every day of my life.
Love always
Draco
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: N-17
Summary: Draco forgets Mother's Day (again) and "thanks" Harry for remembering for him.
Warnings: Blowjobs and buttsecks. And wanking. Not much wanking. But wanking nonetheless.
Word Count: 1099
Authors Note: I'd probably class this story as a quick porn fix, with some sillyness and fluff thrown in. No angst or shouting. Sorry. Wasn't up to angst today...
Fuck.
He’d forgotten again.
Draco scrambled naked out of bed, tugging on whatever clothes were in reach, some possibly his, some possibly Harry’s. He thundered down the remodelled staircase of Grimmauld Place, ready to fight the masses at Diagon Alley, in the slim hopes that he’d be able to scrape together something to pass off as a Mother’s Day gift.
So frantic was Draco that he didn’t even pause to acknowledge his partner, who was fully dressed and calmly reading the newspaper on the living room couch.
“Morning beautiful - hey! Where are you going?” Harry looked up, alarmed, as Draco tugged on his coat inside out.
“Diagon.” Draco answered, hastily slipping his shoes over feet with no socks.
“Diagon? What for?” Harry bemusedly watched as Draco pulled away the shoe that he had forced on the wrong foot.
“Fuck, I’m such an idiot… Harry, listen I-” Draco stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of the rather large, rather exquisitely wrapped gift that sat next to Harry on the sofa. “Harry, what’s that?”
Harry gave Draco an amused look. “You think I’d dare forget? Considering this is the third time this has happened? You really are an appalling son.”
Hope, relief and finally triumph erupted in Draco’s chest. “You bought her a present?”
“From both of us.” Harry added sternly. “And there’s a card on the table. Don’t forget to write in it.” Harry was about to go back to the paper in his lap when he suddenly found it full of squirming Draco.
“What on Earth would I do without you?” Draco gushed and nuzzled Harry’s neck, tossing the paper away carelessly and sending the various pages flying haphazardly about the floor.
Harry smiled affectionately, leaning forwards to offer a quick smooch. Draco did not, as Harry anticipated, rise from his lap and start getting ready, but instead continued nuzzling Harry’s neck. Harry coughed as Draco’s dainty hands started to wander.
“Um, Draco? Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
“Have to thank you first.” Draco smirked, swinging around to straddle Harry’s lap before leaning in for another kiss.
“Thank me later,” Harry moaned breathlessly, feeling his body grow hot under his good robes. “We have to - oh!”
Draco angled his hips, grinning when he met hardness that matched his own. “I think you want me to thank you now.”
“Were going to be late!” Harry groaned, thrusting upwards to get more feeling on his heated cock.
“Yes. Yes we will.” Draco nodded matter-of-factly as he slithered down Harry’s legs and started attacking his zipper. Harry made a disapproving noise that contradicted the way he lifted his bum to help Draco tug away his trousers.
“God, you really are an appalling son…” Harry moaned as he opened his legs and allowed Draco to kneel between. His admonishment turned into a hiss of pleasure as Draco’s hand delved inside his underwear and withdrew his aching length.
“Mmm,” was all Draco said before wrapping his lips around the leaking head of Harry’s cock. He suckled lightly, savouring the bittersweet taste, before descending on the rest of the shaft.
Draco was serious about thanking Harry, and to prove it, he used all of Harry’s favourite tricks - rubbing his wet thumb against Harry’s perineum, swallowing constantly around the head, humming loudly to send Harry over the edge with the delicious vibrations. Barley a few minutes after Draco had begun, Harry was a gibbering mess, thrashing his beet-red face from side to side and crying out in a wordless plea for more as he canted his hips eagerly.
Draco could feel his lover pulsing warningly against his tongue. Knowing Harry was close, Draco thrust a hand down his own trousers and gripped his hot, naked length.
“Oh fuck, Draco!” Harry shouted, before erupting into Draco’s mouth with a none-too-gentle thrust. Draco swallowed diligently around the pulsing member, all the while wanking himself until he stiffened and shuddered through his own climax.
“Fuck…” Draco muttered, falling face-forwards onto Harry’s warm, naked thigh with a dazed grin.
Harry looked across at the wall clock and groaned. “We need to clean up and change. And we’re definitely going to be late.” He groused, looking forlornly at the slightly battered gift-wrapping that Draco had jostled when he had first scrambled onto Harry’s lap.
“So we’ll be late. Worth it anyway.” Draco shrugged and grinned leaning up to kiss Harry. Harry returned the kiss, but Draco could sense the brief hesitation and pulled back, frowning slightly.
“What’s up with you?”
Harry raised his eyebrows a fraction. “Nothing.”
Draco arched an eyebrow of his own. “Harry.” he prompted again.
Harry shrugged. “Fine. I guess I don’t get how you can forget Mother’s Day year after year, and then risk showing up late just so you can get laid. Sometimes… sometimes I think that maybe if you knew what it was like not to have a mum, you’d appreciate yours a little more.”
Draco felt something inside him twist unpleasantly at his partners words. Harry gave Draco a sad little smile and pushed him gently, but firmly, off his lap. “I’m going to go clean up. Don’t forget to write in the card.” He added as he ascended the stairs, leaving Draco feeling like an absolute shit.
~*~
Late that evening, Harry was in a considerably better mood.
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen Narcissa smile so much as she did today.” Harry mused happily as he worked Draco open with oiled fingers.
Draco groaned as Harry’s fingers brushed over his prostate. “Harry, do me a favour. Stop talking about my Mum right now.”
Harry grinned and pulled his fingers from Draco’s prepared entrance. As he lined himself up with Draco’s hole, he added “I take back what I said. About you being an appalling son. The way you acted today, and the message you wrote in her card; it was lovely. I’m proud of you.”
Draco looked over his shoulder and smiled, pushing back against Harry’s cock cheekily. “Are you done now? Because if I remember correctly, I’m still not done thanking you.”
“Damn right you’re not,” Harry growled, thrusting forwards and earning himself a pleased moan.
~*~
Mum,
Often I forget how fortunate I am to have a mother like you. You gave me everything in this life that I needed, and now life has provided me with someone who reminds me to appreciate what I have been given.
Thank you, Mother, for all you have done, the sacrifices you have made, and the love that you have provided me every day of my life.
Love always
Draco