May madness day 11
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 11
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 926
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, Vanilla boy sex
Challenge: still missing the boat
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
"You haven't made anything today" Draco pointed at the pottery wheel.
"I don't often get to on Saturday and I've had a few distractions." Harry grinned.
"Who besides me has been distracting you?" Draco raised his eyebrow.
Harry chuckled. "If you can watch the cashbox, I'll throw a pot or mug or something." He stepped over to the wheel and sat down.
"Ok, ladies and gentlemen artist Potter in action."
Harry gave Draco his best evil eye and tossed some clay onto the wheel and packed it down. He dipped his hands in the bucket and started. The clay rose as the wheel spun and then it was pressed down and rose again. Harry was shaping and people gathered to watch. The shape changed to a small pot and then it had the shape of a Moroccan lamp. He rinsed his hands and began scoring lines around the pot and then he took out another tool and dug out shadows mimicking the scoring. A knife was used to carve a similar shape around the top. He dipped his hands in the water again and spun the wheel. The pot opened like a flower and let his fingers run along the bottom and let the wheel glide to a stop.
Everyone standing in the shop clapped. Draco beamed.
"Do you have anything like that for sale?" Someone asked.
"No, sorry I have been reading about this kind of technique and decided to try it." Harry replied.
"I'd like to buy that one then once it's finished."
"Me too."
"I'd like one."
Harry rinsed his hands. "Ok. I'll tell you what. I'll make a few this week and you can come back in next weekend and see if you like the finished products. Then, I would be happy to have you buy one, or maybe commission a special one once we see how they work out."
A cheer rose up in the shop. Harry blushed. The customers returned to their shopping and Harry carefully removed his vase and cleaned up his work area. It was almost closing time by the time he had finished. The bell chimed as the last customer left. Harry turned the sign over and lowered the lights.
"That was hot, you know." Draco drawled. "The clay, wet, rising and falling in your hands."
"It might look sexy, but you do not want that clay hardening on any sensitive body parts."
Draco grabbed him and kissed him roughly. He pressed him against the nearest shelf. "I'm already turned on just watching, Potter!"
Harry grinned. "There's a nice bit of counter space over there." He herded Draco backwards.
"Under the counter was one thing…"
Harry waved his hand the shade came down, another gesture and they could see out onto the Alley.
"Show off." Draco muttered.
Harry lifted Draco up onto the counter. "It's one way, we can see out." He nuzzled Draco's neck and lifted up his legs to wrap them around his waist.
"What are you planning here, Potter?" Draco's voice was thick with desire.
"I'm planning on stripping you bare and fucking you from behind."
Draco groaned.
Another wave of Harry's hand and their clothing was gone. "Please tell me we’re not going to have to floo or apparate naked."
"The clothes are right there." Harry pointed to the stool behind the counter. His hands roamed over Draco, finding sensitive spots.
"Potter, I haven’t had an orgasm in three hours. You don't have to…I'm a sure thing at this point."
Harry settled Draco on the counter and bent to suck his prick. After a moment he took him down and turned him around. He conjured lube and worked one hand down Draco's crack while the other tugged on a pert pink nipple.
"Potter!"
Harry's finger dipped into Draco. There was a hiss and a sigh. Harry pushed ahead working one finger and then two while his other hand moved down to Draco's prick. Draco panted and then whinged.
Harry nipped at Draco's neck and removed his fingers. His prick slipped up and down Draco's crack.
"Potter…" Draco growled.
"Ok." Harry kissed his way down Draco's back and then pressed the head of his prick inside.
"Ahhhh."
"Shhh…'s ok."
"More…" Draco shook.
Harry obliged, slowly. Finally, he was fully seated and held still while he stroked Draco's flank. He pulled back unhurriedly and entered again and again. Draco started to push back on each stroke. Harry shifted Draco's legs wider causing him to cry out.
"Mmmm. Did we find something you like?" Harry whispered.
"Do it again."
Harry did again and again. And then wrapped his hand around Draco's prick.
"No…"
"When you mean yes and more and fuck me…"Harry's voice shook.
"Coming…"Draco whimpered.
"Yes, fuck, yes…" Harry trembled as he held himself still while Draco finished. "Can't wait…" He plunged in and out hard for a couple of strokes and he gasped Draco's name. After a few minutes he wrapped his arms around Draco's chest.
Someone's stomach growled.
"You know I usually don't let someone fuck me before they buy me dinner." Draco smirked.
"You also told me you don't bottom despite evidence to the contrary." Harry grinned. "But I'll buy you dinner anyway. Do you want to go out or do you want take away?"
"I want take away, Chinese…Sichuan. And I want to see these Muggle electro thingees everyone talks about you having."
Harry cleaned them up and walked around to get their clothes.
"Nice arse, Potter."
Harry slapped his own arse cheek.
Draco groaned. "I'm starving here Potter, don't start."
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 926
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, Vanilla boy sex
Challenge: still missing the boat
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
"You haven't made anything today" Draco pointed at the pottery wheel.
"I don't often get to on Saturday and I've had a few distractions." Harry grinned.
"Who besides me has been distracting you?" Draco raised his eyebrow.
Harry chuckled. "If you can watch the cashbox, I'll throw a pot or mug or something." He stepped over to the wheel and sat down.
"Ok, ladies and gentlemen artist Potter in action."
Harry gave Draco his best evil eye and tossed some clay onto the wheel and packed it down. He dipped his hands in the bucket and started. The clay rose as the wheel spun and then it was pressed down and rose again. Harry was shaping and people gathered to watch. The shape changed to a small pot and then it had the shape of a Moroccan lamp. He rinsed his hands and began scoring lines around the pot and then he took out another tool and dug out shadows mimicking the scoring. A knife was used to carve a similar shape around the top. He dipped his hands in the water again and spun the wheel. The pot opened like a flower and let his fingers run along the bottom and let the wheel glide to a stop.
Everyone standing in the shop clapped. Draco beamed.
"Do you have anything like that for sale?" Someone asked.
"No, sorry I have been reading about this kind of technique and decided to try it." Harry replied.
"I'd like to buy that one then once it's finished."
"Me too."
"I'd like one."
Harry rinsed his hands. "Ok. I'll tell you what. I'll make a few this week and you can come back in next weekend and see if you like the finished products. Then, I would be happy to have you buy one, or maybe commission a special one once we see how they work out."
A cheer rose up in the shop. Harry blushed. The customers returned to their shopping and Harry carefully removed his vase and cleaned up his work area. It was almost closing time by the time he had finished. The bell chimed as the last customer left. Harry turned the sign over and lowered the lights.
"That was hot, you know." Draco drawled. "The clay, wet, rising and falling in your hands."
"It might look sexy, but you do not want that clay hardening on any sensitive body parts."
Draco grabbed him and kissed him roughly. He pressed him against the nearest shelf. "I'm already turned on just watching, Potter!"
Harry grinned. "There's a nice bit of counter space over there." He herded Draco backwards.
"Under the counter was one thing…"
Harry waved his hand the shade came down, another gesture and they could see out onto the Alley.
"Show off." Draco muttered.
Harry lifted Draco up onto the counter. "It's one way, we can see out." He nuzzled Draco's neck and lifted up his legs to wrap them around his waist.
"What are you planning here, Potter?" Draco's voice was thick with desire.
"I'm planning on stripping you bare and fucking you from behind."
Draco groaned.
Another wave of Harry's hand and their clothing was gone. "Please tell me we’re not going to have to floo or apparate naked."
"The clothes are right there." Harry pointed to the stool behind the counter. His hands roamed over Draco, finding sensitive spots.
"Potter, I haven’t had an orgasm in three hours. You don't have to…I'm a sure thing at this point."
Harry settled Draco on the counter and bent to suck his prick. After a moment he took him down and turned him around. He conjured lube and worked one hand down Draco's crack while the other tugged on a pert pink nipple.
"Potter!"
Harry's finger dipped into Draco. There was a hiss and a sigh. Harry pushed ahead working one finger and then two while his other hand moved down to Draco's prick. Draco panted and then whinged.
Harry nipped at Draco's neck and removed his fingers. His prick slipped up and down Draco's crack.
"Potter…" Draco growled.
"Ok." Harry kissed his way down Draco's back and then pressed the head of his prick inside.
"Ahhhh."
"Shhh…'s ok."
"More…" Draco shook.
Harry obliged, slowly. Finally, he was fully seated and held still while he stroked Draco's flank. He pulled back unhurriedly and entered again and again. Draco started to push back on each stroke. Harry shifted Draco's legs wider causing him to cry out.
"Mmmm. Did we find something you like?" Harry whispered.
"Do it again."
Harry did again and again. And then wrapped his hand around Draco's prick.
"No…"
"When you mean yes and more and fuck me…"Harry's voice shook.
"Coming…"Draco whimpered.
"Yes, fuck, yes…" Harry trembled as he held himself still while Draco finished. "Can't wait…" He plunged in and out hard for a couple of strokes and he gasped Draco's name. After a few minutes he wrapped his arms around Draco's chest.
Someone's stomach growled.
"You know I usually don't let someone fuck me before they buy me dinner." Draco smirked.
"You also told me you don't bottom despite evidence to the contrary." Harry grinned. "But I'll buy you dinner anyway. Do you want to go out or do you want take away?"
"I want take away, Chinese…Sichuan. And I want to see these Muggle electro thingees everyone talks about you having."
Harry cleaned them up and walked around to get their clothes.
"Nice arse, Potter."
Harry slapped his own arse cheek.
Draco groaned. "I'm starving here Potter, don't start."