A Funny Thing part 9 / Harry/Draco / rating NC-17
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 9
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 396
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, public sex, wanking, bj
Challenge: still missing the boat
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry's fingers gripped the edge of the counter with the strength of a vice. Draco was tucked under the counter under the invisibility cloak. A couple of customers wandered through the shop and it was all Harry could do to hold his hips still and not moan. A strangled "Thanks for coming." Followed them out the door.
He wished he could come! Draco's mouth was as wicked on his prick as it was with snappy insults and every single time he heard the shop bell tinkle he sucked Harry as hard as he could and did something with his tongue brought the low hum of orgasm into sharp focus and then he let off. His balls were blue, he was certain. The bell tinkled again.
"Hey, Neville." Harry's knees shook.
"Hello, Harry. I'm looking for a vase, maybe purple?"
"Ssssure, Neville. They're some nice bud vases over on that aisle." Harry dragged his fingers from the counter and pointed.
Neville looked embarrassed. "Maybe you could help."
"Ahhh, I'm running a diagnostic spell on this cashbox. It's been giving me trouble all morning, I really have to let if finish. Pick a couple you like and we'll talk about it."
"Ok." Neville grinned and turned toward the glass.
"Draco, please, please, please…" Harry whispered and then whimpered.
Moments later, Neville was back. "No help necessary!" He grinned. "She loves green and this one is stunning."
Draco added his hand to Harry's prick and worked it mercilessly with his hand and mouth in tandem.
Harry rang up the purchase and wrapped the glass vase without dropping it or crushing it in his hand. He handed Neville his change and the package.
"Thanks, mate! See you later." Neville got to the door and waved.
Harry couldn't take any more. "Ahhhhhhh!" His prick pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. He counted eight and willed his legs not to give out.
Neville's brow crinkled. "You all right."
Harry nodded. "Cramp!" He gasped.
Neville paused and then waved again and left.
Harry sagged against the cashbox. "You bastard, Malfoy." He grabbed for the cloak.
Draco had his trousers open and was wanking frantically.
"Stop that." Harry demanded.
"Can't!" He panted. "Here it comes!" His prick fountained white cream. A few spatters hit Harry's still exposed prick.
"Fuck, Draco that's hot!" Harry moaned and rubbed it over himself despite how sensitive he still was.
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 396
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, public sex, wanking, bj
Challenge: still missing the boat
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry's fingers gripped the edge of the counter with the strength of a vice. Draco was tucked under the counter under the invisibility cloak. A couple of customers wandered through the shop and it was all Harry could do to hold his hips still and not moan. A strangled "Thanks for coming." Followed them out the door.
He wished he could come! Draco's mouth was as wicked on his prick as it was with snappy insults and every single time he heard the shop bell tinkle he sucked Harry as hard as he could and did something with his tongue brought the low hum of orgasm into sharp focus and then he let off. His balls were blue, he was certain. The bell tinkled again.
"Hey, Neville." Harry's knees shook.
"Hello, Harry. I'm looking for a vase, maybe purple?"
"Ssssure, Neville. They're some nice bud vases over on that aisle." Harry dragged his fingers from the counter and pointed.
Neville looked embarrassed. "Maybe you could help."
"Ahhh, I'm running a diagnostic spell on this cashbox. It's been giving me trouble all morning, I really have to let if finish. Pick a couple you like and we'll talk about it."
"Ok." Neville grinned and turned toward the glass.
"Draco, please, please, please…" Harry whispered and then whimpered.
Moments later, Neville was back. "No help necessary!" He grinned. "She loves green and this one is stunning."
Draco added his hand to Harry's prick and worked it mercilessly with his hand and mouth in tandem.
Harry rang up the purchase and wrapped the glass vase without dropping it or crushing it in his hand. He handed Neville his change and the package.
"Thanks, mate! See you later." Neville got to the door and waved.
Harry couldn't take any more. "Ahhhhhhh!" His prick pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. He counted eight and willed his legs not to give out.
Neville's brow crinkled. "You all right."
Harry nodded. "Cramp!" He gasped.
Neville paused and then waved again and left.
Harry sagged against the cashbox. "You bastard, Malfoy." He grabbed for the cloak.
Draco had his trousers open and was wanking frantically.
"Stop that." Harry demanded.
"Can't!" He panted. "Here it comes!" His prick fountained white cream. A few spatters hit Harry's still exposed prick.
"Fuck, Draco that's hot!" Harry moaned and rubbed it over himself despite how sensitive he still was.