Fic for BrissyGirl
Title: Tonsil Trouble
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: N-17
For: ”brissygirl”, who is sick, but still wrote me a gorgeous little drabble here!
Summary: Draco gets his tonsils out and is jealous of Harry’s well-being. (Set in the same universe as “Perverted Clowns”, but don’t need to read one to understand the other.
Warnings: Bitch!Draco
Word Count: 1300
Authors Note: Inspired by when I got my tonsils out :D Also, this is the first porn I've written in a while, so my muse is a bit rusty. I'll try for more practice in future =P
~*~
“Harry, I don’t want to.” Draco whimpered, clutching his hospital gown anxiously.
“It’ll be over in no time.” Harry soothed, easing a trembling Draco onto the bed. “The Healer will put you to sleep, and when you wake up, your tonsils will be all better.”
“All gone you mean.” Draco protested, a little hysterically.
Harry sighed. “You can’t keep them, Draco. They’ll get infected again.”
Draco pouted, but allowed Harry to tuck him securely into the bed.
“Promise to be there when I wake up?” he squeaked as the Healer showed up with a potion to calm him down.
“Of course.” Harry promised. The Healers were injecting the potion into Draco’s bloodstream now.
Draco smiled, suddenly feeling dizzy, though not altogether unpleasant. What was he worrying for, this would be over… over in… in a…
~*~
The first thing Draco saw when he awoke was a clown standing over his bed.
“Yaaargh!” Draco tried to shout, but it came out as more of a pained croak.
“I told you, its not necessary!” Harry was insisting to the over-colourful nightmare, practically dragging the clown away from a trembling Draco’s bedside now that his lover was awake.
“You said he was nervous, I just thought I’d make him feel better…” the clown muttered, sounding a little indignant.
“Yes, well, thank you, but I’m sure he’s fine.” Harry sat back down next to Draco, who was now vibrating with terror.
“Harry, I don’t feel good…” Draco moaned, shocked at how nasal his beautiful voice sounded. “When does the anal-setic wear off?”
Harry snorted. “You’ll be back to your old self in no time.”
~*~
“Harr-eee!” Draco moaned, clutching at his neck. “This food is too gritty! It hurts!”
“It’s soup.” Harry pointed out, raising an eyebrow as he chewed around a mouthful of roast meat.
Draco scowled, his mouth watering at the smell of Harry’s dinner. “It still hurts!” Draco snapped, adopting a pathetic expression. “I can’t even eat soup.” He sniffled.
Harry sighed. “We’ll get you some ice-cream.” He cooed, vanishing the remains of Draco’s dinner and fetching some lemon sorbet.
Draco smiled, slightly mollified at the prospect of sweets.
“Mm. What smells good?” he asked, humming with pleasure as a rich, chocolaty smell assaulted his nostrils.
“Oh.” Harry smiled, opening the oven. “I was getting bored of ice-cream, so I made myself something else.”
Draco’s heart sank. It was an absolute masterpiece of chocolate, pastry and other wicked-good edibles that went straight to Draco’s growling belly.
Harry caught the downcast expression. “Of course, you’ll be able to eat it once you’re all better-”
“Which won’t be for another two weeks!” Draco snapped. “Harry, this isn’t fair. You can’t wave roast meat and yummy deserts under my nose for two weeks. From now on, anything I can’t do, you can’t do either!”
Harry gaped. “What?”
Draco nodded smugly. “Starting tomorrow. Same foods, same drinks, same bed-times.”
Harry eyed Draco’s melting lemon sorbet sadly.
~*~
“Harry, I can’t eat this.”
Harry sighed. “It’s mashed potato Draco, its soft. You can eat it.”
Draco shook his head. “It hurts to chew.”
Harry glared, defiantly taking a bite.
Draco glared. “Harry.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry vanished his dinner. Draco brightened considerably.
“Goody. Do we have any lemon sorbet left?”
~*~
“Harry, I’m sleepy.”
Harry groaned. “Draco, it’s three in the afternoon.”
Draco pouted. “I know, but the painkillers make me woozy.”
“Yes, but as I’m not taking painkillers…”
“Harry.”
~*~
This was ridiculous, Harry decided as his comatose boyfriend snoozed happily at his side. Harry was all for being supportive to his sick lover, but this was way past overkill.
Something had to be done.
Forming a plan, Harry leant over Draco and started kissing the sleeping blondes eyelids.
“Mm.” Draco purred in his sleep, squirming towards Harry unconsciously.
Harry smiled, moving his kisses over Draco’s face and neck, suckling deliberately at a sensitive spot. When Draco swore and bucked slightly, Harry knew he was awake.
“Harry…” Draco moaned, his voice still slightly nasal, but nonetheless music to Harry’s ears.
“Want to make you feel good…” Harry husked against Draco’s chest, catching one pink, perky nipple between his teeth.
“Oh Gods, yes.” Draco agreed, rising his hips encouragingly. His libido hadn’t been attended to in several days, dampered as it were by the throbbing pain in his throat. Now, the only throbbing Draco was paying attention to was the steady pulse in his aching cock.
Draco sighed happily and leaned back into the pillows, spreading his legs in invitation. When nothing happened, Draco looked down at Harry with an expectant expression. “Harry?”
“Hmm?” Harry looked up from Draco’s prick, as though he’d forgotton he was there.
“Are you going to…?” Draco made a gesture with his hands.
“I don’t think I can.” Harry shrugged, rising from Draco’s length and withdrawing his own erect cock.
“What? Of course you… stop wanking! Of course you can, what are you talking about?” Draco demanded, while Harry idly stroked his own length.
“Well…” Harry pursed his lips, looking deep in thought. “Its just, if my tonsils were recovering from surgery, I doubt I’d be able to, er, orally oblige you, as it were.”
“You didn’t get your tonsils out, I did!” Draco was starting to sound a little hysterical under the increasing probability that he might not actually be getting head in the next two minutes.
Harry smiled. “Ah, but remember: Anything I can’t do, you can’t do either. So…” Harry shrugged, pulling his cock and shooting Draco a challenging eyebrow.
Oh fuck. “Fine! Forget I said it, please, Harry, I need - oh!” Draco’s head slammed back into his pillows as Harry descended and enveloped Draco’s cock.
“Oh yes, that…” Draco muttered dreamily, dizzy from both his heightened arousal and his painkillers.
“Mmm.” Harry agreed around his musky mouthful, sucking furiously and massaging his tongue against the pulsing underside. His hand was still working his own length, and he used his other hand to play with Draco’s balls.
“Oh fuck yeah, Harry, you’re going to-” Draco broke off on a moan as he flooded Harry’s mouth.
Harry hummed delightedly, both at the warm, salty flavour of Draco and also at his victory.
~*~
When Draco woke, the first thing he remembered was breaking off the rule with Harry. Great, he scowled to himself. Now he’d have to endure two weeks of Harry waving all sorts of delicious treats under his nose, staying up late and the like.
“Draco?” Harry spoke softly from the doorway.
Draco glared into his pillow.
“…I bought dinner.”
Draco’s tummy rumbled as the smell of pumpkin soup flooded his nostrils. He turned around grudgingly.
“There are two bowls.” Draco observed dumbly as Harry set the tray down.
Harry smiled. “I know. I’m eating with you.” He fidgeted uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean to make you feel so uncomfortable, eating good food in front of you, and making you go to bed on your own. I suppose I should have been more supportive.”
“Yes, well, you could have.” Draco agreed.
Harry threw him a look.
Draco sighed. “But in all fairness, I suppose I haven’t been the easiest charge. I’m sorry for going all bitchy and controlling. And you’ve been very supportive, Harry, just so you know.” He spoke the last bit quietly and sincerely.
Harry grinned like a loon. “Really?”
Draco nodded solemly. “You chased away the clown. For that, I would forgive you anything.”
Harry sighed with relief. “Well, that’s good, because I forgot to pick up more lemon sorbet.”
“…”
“…Draco?”
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: N-17
For: ”brissygirl”, who is sick, but still wrote me a gorgeous little drabble here!
Summary: Draco gets his tonsils out and is jealous of Harry’s well-being. (Set in the same universe as “Perverted Clowns”, but don’t need to read one to understand the other.
Warnings: Bitch!Draco
Word Count: 1300
Authors Note: Inspired by when I got my tonsils out :D Also, this is the first porn I've written in a while, so my muse is a bit rusty. I'll try for more practice in future =P
~*~
“Harry, I don’t want to.” Draco whimpered, clutching his hospital gown anxiously.
“It’ll be over in no time.” Harry soothed, easing a trembling Draco onto the bed. “The Healer will put you to sleep, and when you wake up, your tonsils will be all better.”
“All gone you mean.” Draco protested, a little hysterically.
Harry sighed. “You can’t keep them, Draco. They’ll get infected again.”
Draco pouted, but allowed Harry to tuck him securely into the bed.
“Promise to be there when I wake up?” he squeaked as the Healer showed up with a potion to calm him down.
“Of course.” Harry promised. The Healers were injecting the potion into Draco’s bloodstream now.
Draco smiled, suddenly feeling dizzy, though not altogether unpleasant. What was he worrying for, this would be over… over in… in a…
~*~
The first thing Draco saw when he awoke was a clown standing over his bed.
“Yaaargh!” Draco tried to shout, but it came out as more of a pained croak.
“I told you, its not necessary!” Harry was insisting to the over-colourful nightmare, practically dragging the clown away from a trembling Draco’s bedside now that his lover was awake.
“You said he was nervous, I just thought I’d make him feel better…” the clown muttered, sounding a little indignant.
“Yes, well, thank you, but I’m sure he’s fine.” Harry sat back down next to Draco, who was now vibrating with terror.
“Harry, I don’t feel good…” Draco moaned, shocked at how nasal his beautiful voice sounded. “When does the anal-setic wear off?”
Harry snorted. “You’ll be back to your old self in no time.”
~*~
“Harr-eee!” Draco moaned, clutching at his neck. “This food is too gritty! It hurts!”
“It’s soup.” Harry pointed out, raising an eyebrow as he chewed around a mouthful of roast meat.
Draco scowled, his mouth watering at the smell of Harry’s dinner. “It still hurts!” Draco snapped, adopting a pathetic expression. “I can’t even eat soup.” He sniffled.
Harry sighed. “We’ll get you some ice-cream.” He cooed, vanishing the remains of Draco’s dinner and fetching some lemon sorbet.
Draco smiled, slightly mollified at the prospect of sweets.
“Mm. What smells good?” he asked, humming with pleasure as a rich, chocolaty smell assaulted his nostrils.
“Oh.” Harry smiled, opening the oven. “I was getting bored of ice-cream, so I made myself something else.”
Draco’s heart sank. It was an absolute masterpiece of chocolate, pastry and other wicked-good edibles that went straight to Draco’s growling belly.
Harry caught the downcast expression. “Of course, you’ll be able to eat it once you’re all better-”
“Which won’t be for another two weeks!” Draco snapped. “Harry, this isn’t fair. You can’t wave roast meat and yummy deserts under my nose for two weeks. From now on, anything I can’t do, you can’t do either!”
Harry gaped. “What?”
Draco nodded smugly. “Starting tomorrow. Same foods, same drinks, same bed-times.”
Harry eyed Draco’s melting lemon sorbet sadly.
~*~
“Harry, I can’t eat this.”
Harry sighed. “It’s mashed potato Draco, its soft. You can eat it.”
Draco shook his head. “It hurts to chew.”
Harry glared, defiantly taking a bite.
Draco glared. “Harry.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry vanished his dinner. Draco brightened considerably.
“Goody. Do we have any lemon sorbet left?”
~*~
“Harry, I’m sleepy.”
Harry groaned. “Draco, it’s three in the afternoon.”
Draco pouted. “I know, but the painkillers make me woozy.”
“Yes, but as I’m not taking painkillers…”
“Harry.”
~*~
This was ridiculous, Harry decided as his comatose boyfriend snoozed happily at his side. Harry was all for being supportive to his sick lover, but this was way past overkill.
Something had to be done.
Forming a plan, Harry leant over Draco and started kissing the sleeping blondes eyelids.
“Mm.” Draco purred in his sleep, squirming towards Harry unconsciously.
Harry smiled, moving his kisses over Draco’s face and neck, suckling deliberately at a sensitive spot. When Draco swore and bucked slightly, Harry knew he was awake.
“Harry…” Draco moaned, his voice still slightly nasal, but nonetheless music to Harry’s ears.
“Want to make you feel good…” Harry husked against Draco’s chest, catching one pink, perky nipple between his teeth.
“Oh Gods, yes.” Draco agreed, rising his hips encouragingly. His libido hadn’t been attended to in several days, dampered as it were by the throbbing pain in his throat. Now, the only throbbing Draco was paying attention to was the steady pulse in his aching cock.
Draco sighed happily and leaned back into the pillows, spreading his legs in invitation. When nothing happened, Draco looked down at Harry with an expectant expression. “Harry?”
“Hmm?” Harry looked up from Draco’s prick, as though he’d forgotton he was there.
“Are you going to…?” Draco made a gesture with his hands.
“I don’t think I can.” Harry shrugged, rising from Draco’s length and withdrawing his own erect cock.
“What? Of course you… stop wanking! Of course you can, what are you talking about?” Draco demanded, while Harry idly stroked his own length.
“Well…” Harry pursed his lips, looking deep in thought. “Its just, if my tonsils were recovering from surgery, I doubt I’d be able to, er, orally oblige you, as it were.”
“You didn’t get your tonsils out, I did!” Draco was starting to sound a little hysterical under the increasing probability that he might not actually be getting head in the next two minutes.
Harry smiled. “Ah, but remember: Anything I can’t do, you can’t do either. So…” Harry shrugged, pulling his cock and shooting Draco a challenging eyebrow.
Oh fuck. “Fine! Forget I said it, please, Harry, I need - oh!” Draco’s head slammed back into his pillows as Harry descended and enveloped Draco’s cock.
“Oh yes, that…” Draco muttered dreamily, dizzy from both his heightened arousal and his painkillers.
“Mmm.” Harry agreed around his musky mouthful, sucking furiously and massaging his tongue against the pulsing underside. His hand was still working his own length, and he used his other hand to play with Draco’s balls.
“Oh fuck yeah, Harry, you’re going to-” Draco broke off on a moan as he flooded Harry’s mouth.
Harry hummed delightedly, both at the warm, salty flavour of Draco and also at his victory.
~*~
When Draco woke, the first thing he remembered was breaking off the rule with Harry. Great, he scowled to himself. Now he’d have to endure two weeks of Harry waving all sorts of delicious treats under his nose, staying up late and the like.
“Draco?” Harry spoke softly from the doorway.
Draco glared into his pillow.
“…I bought dinner.”
Draco’s tummy rumbled as the smell of pumpkin soup flooded his nostrils. He turned around grudgingly.
“There are two bowls.” Draco observed dumbly as Harry set the tray down.
Harry smiled. “I know. I’m eating with you.” He fidgeted uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean to make you feel so uncomfortable, eating good food in front of you, and making you go to bed on your own. I suppose I should have been more supportive.”
“Yes, well, you could have.” Draco agreed.
Harry threw him a look.
Draco sighed. “But in all fairness, I suppose I haven’t been the easiest charge. I’m sorry for going all bitchy and controlling. And you’ve been very supportive, Harry, just so you know.” He spoke the last bit quietly and sincerely.
Harry grinned like a loon. “Really?”
Draco nodded solemly. “You chased away the clown. For that, I would forgive you anything.”
Harry sighed with relief. “Well, that’s good, because I forgot to pick up more lemon sorbet.”
“…”
“…Draco?”