may madness day 21
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 21
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 1,120
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, Blow job, wanking (they're so good at them)
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry awoke and Draco was gone from the bed. He reached around for his glasses and saw the man's clothes neatly hung on the chair. Harry imagined his own were where they usually were in the morning, on the floor. He got up and retrieved a clean pair of pants and a t-shirt from his dresser and went in search of Draco.
The kitchen was empty, so he put on the kettle and turned on the coffee maker. He checked to see if Draco was sneaking a peep at the third Lord of the Rings film. The basement didn't seem as if it would be a likely place, so he headed back upstairs. He glanced into his room, but really didn't expect to find him. Not in the hall bath, or the next two bedrooms, but at last in Regulus' old room.
"Morning." Harry croaked.
Draco turned from the Black Family Tapestry that had been restored and now hung in this sitting room. "This is the Black house."
"Yep. Sirius was my godfather, he left it and various other Black properties to me. I imagine you and your mum have a claim to them, but I've worked it out so they'll all go to Teddy eventually."
"So my cousin and a werewolf? That's bold."
"She was bold. An Auror, metamorphmagus, brave, funny, loyal." Harry stopped.
"Mum has been seeing her sister and her grandson." Draco noted.
"Andromeda's happy for her company and I think to have her back in her life. We usually visit on different days, although I've watched Teddy whilst they've gone shopping or for tea. I haven't seen your mum. I don’t think we're actively avoiding each other." He shrugged. "Just how it's worked out."
"Let's go upstairs." Draco was out of the room in a flash.
Harry chuckled to himself. The man did like his dress shirts, today's was pale blue and it didn't look like Draco was wearing pants. He climbed the stairs catching tantalizing bits of bits. Draco walked to the back to the largest room on the floor. The room had a ridiculously large bed and a wall full of windows with a glass door to a roof top garden.
"Not that I don't like your bedroom, because I do, but why don't you use this one? It's lovely." Draco asked.
Harry pointed to a pair of chairs and crossed to sit down. "While I was remodeling the house, and my life I thought I might still be straight, or maybe bisexual. I was thinking family, kids all of it. That's why there's a small nursery up here too. I thought monitoring charms as the kids got older and they'd have their rooms on the lower floor. This was supposed to be the adult escape. "
"So why wouldn't you simply use it yourself?" Draco interrupted.
Harry inclined his head towards the windows and garden beyond. "I thought I might still find someone special, even if it wasn't the way I planned. Or I'd turn thirty and decide to try to adopt and then move myself up here anyway."
"You pictured yourself a family man?" Draco's forehead wrinkled.
"When you grow up without one, of course you do. I was eighteen and still thinking mom, dad, kids make a family. Almost ten years later, I've worked out that when you are surrounded by people who care about you they are your family. Blood not withstanding."
"A lesson we both learned." Draco said quietly. His voice changed tone suddenly. "I see you have a little bit of a problem there." He nodded to Harry's lap.
"Less then when I got up here." Harry grinned slyly.
"You were looking up my shirt, weren't you?"
"You aren't wearing any pants."
"You could have been chivalrous and not peeped." Draco insisted.
Harry shook his head. "Sorry, I've seen the goods and I figure I have to look every chance I can get."
Draco cocked a hip so the shirttails slipped open slightly. "Like what you see do you?"
"From the very first mouthful." Harry smirked as his prick stirred.
"Bastard!"
Harry shrugged. "I wasn't the one ogling random men in a loo."
"You're ogling me now." Draco insisted.
"Look down."
"Fuck! Get those pants off." Draco ordered.
Harry crossed his hands over himself coyly. "And if I don't?"
"Then I'll banish thme and you'll never see them again."
"And if I take them off willingly what happens?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to suck you down until you're incoherent and can't make any more cracks about me ogling people."
Harry was out his pants in a thrice and he saw the blue of his hit the bed. Draco was gloriously nude. He didn't have much time to register it before Draco's warm mouth engulfed his prick. Harry's fingers tightened on the arms of the chair. Draco licked and lapped up and down Harry's now rigid prick. He sucked here and there and then sucked just the glans before letting it pop from his mouth. Harry groaned and touched his fingers to Draco's hair. Draco sucked him down to the root and held still. Harry could feel Draco's throat clutch at the head of his prick. He took short shallow breaths to calm himself. Draco let up and returned to sucking, just the head of his prick while the talented tongue moved around his foreskin. Harry tightened his fingers and tried not to pull the blond strands tangled around them. Draco brought a hand up to help.
Harry moaned as his prick was sucked and stroked. Draco's other hand came up to fondle his balls and then pushed back toward his crease. Harry threw his head back and panted loudly. In another ten seconds he was going to throw his legs over Draco's shoulders and beg for his prick. Suddenly, he was slicked and a finger was inside him and it crooked just so and he exploded like a cannon without time to warn Draco. Not unaware, Draco had sucked him all the way down again. Harry shouted then moaned before he whimpered and flexed his hips.
Draco drew back and took a couple of breaths before he reached for himself and wanked fast and hard.
"Wait!" Harry cried
It was too late Draco was coming in long ropes aimed right at Harry's prick. When Harry was certain he'd finished he gathered Draco up onto his lap and held him. They recovered together for a few moments.
"Potter, please tell me that's not your prick prodding my arse."
Harry turned pink. "Yeah, it is. Sorry. I have a thing about being come on…my face, my dick, my arse…they get me going right away again."
Draco smirked. "Good to know."
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 1,120
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, Blow job, wanking (they're so good at them)
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry awoke and Draco was gone from the bed. He reached around for his glasses and saw the man's clothes neatly hung on the chair. Harry imagined his own were where they usually were in the morning, on the floor. He got up and retrieved a clean pair of pants and a t-shirt from his dresser and went in search of Draco.
The kitchen was empty, so he put on the kettle and turned on the coffee maker. He checked to see if Draco was sneaking a peep at the third Lord of the Rings film. The basement didn't seem as if it would be a likely place, so he headed back upstairs. He glanced into his room, but really didn't expect to find him. Not in the hall bath, or the next two bedrooms, but at last in Regulus' old room.
"Morning." Harry croaked.
Draco turned from the Black Family Tapestry that had been restored and now hung in this sitting room. "This is the Black house."
"Yep. Sirius was my godfather, he left it and various other Black properties to me. I imagine you and your mum have a claim to them, but I've worked it out so they'll all go to Teddy eventually."
"So my cousin and a werewolf? That's bold."
"She was bold. An Auror, metamorphmagus, brave, funny, loyal." Harry stopped.
"Mum has been seeing her sister and her grandson." Draco noted.
"Andromeda's happy for her company and I think to have her back in her life. We usually visit on different days, although I've watched Teddy whilst they've gone shopping or for tea. I haven't seen your mum. I don’t think we're actively avoiding each other." He shrugged. "Just how it's worked out."
"Let's go upstairs." Draco was out of the room in a flash.
Harry chuckled to himself. The man did like his dress shirts, today's was pale blue and it didn't look like Draco was wearing pants. He climbed the stairs catching tantalizing bits of bits. Draco walked to the back to the largest room on the floor. The room had a ridiculously large bed and a wall full of windows with a glass door to a roof top garden.
"Not that I don't like your bedroom, because I do, but why don't you use this one? It's lovely." Draco asked.
Harry pointed to a pair of chairs and crossed to sit down. "While I was remodeling the house, and my life I thought I might still be straight, or maybe bisexual. I was thinking family, kids all of it. That's why there's a small nursery up here too. I thought monitoring charms as the kids got older and they'd have their rooms on the lower floor. This was supposed to be the adult escape. "
"So why wouldn't you simply use it yourself?" Draco interrupted.
Harry inclined his head towards the windows and garden beyond. "I thought I might still find someone special, even if it wasn't the way I planned. Or I'd turn thirty and decide to try to adopt and then move myself up here anyway."
"You pictured yourself a family man?" Draco's forehead wrinkled.
"When you grow up without one, of course you do. I was eighteen and still thinking mom, dad, kids make a family. Almost ten years later, I've worked out that when you are surrounded by people who care about you they are your family. Blood not withstanding."
"A lesson we both learned." Draco said quietly. His voice changed tone suddenly. "I see you have a little bit of a problem there." He nodded to Harry's lap.
"Less then when I got up here." Harry grinned slyly.
"You were looking up my shirt, weren't you?"
"You aren't wearing any pants."
"You could have been chivalrous and not peeped." Draco insisted.
Harry shook his head. "Sorry, I've seen the goods and I figure I have to look every chance I can get."
Draco cocked a hip so the shirttails slipped open slightly. "Like what you see do you?"
"From the very first mouthful." Harry smirked as his prick stirred.
"Bastard!"
Harry shrugged. "I wasn't the one ogling random men in a loo."
"You're ogling me now." Draco insisted.
"Look down."
"Fuck! Get those pants off." Draco ordered.
Harry crossed his hands over himself coyly. "And if I don't?"
"Then I'll banish thme and you'll never see them again."
"And if I take them off willingly what happens?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to suck you down until you're incoherent and can't make any more cracks about me ogling people."
Harry was out his pants in a thrice and he saw the blue of his hit the bed. Draco was gloriously nude. He didn't have much time to register it before Draco's warm mouth engulfed his prick. Harry's fingers tightened on the arms of the chair. Draco licked and lapped up and down Harry's now rigid prick. He sucked here and there and then sucked just the glans before letting it pop from his mouth. Harry groaned and touched his fingers to Draco's hair. Draco sucked him down to the root and held still. Harry could feel Draco's throat clutch at the head of his prick. He took short shallow breaths to calm himself. Draco let up and returned to sucking, just the head of his prick while the talented tongue moved around his foreskin. Harry tightened his fingers and tried not to pull the blond strands tangled around them. Draco brought a hand up to help.
Harry moaned as his prick was sucked and stroked. Draco's other hand came up to fondle his balls and then pushed back toward his crease. Harry threw his head back and panted loudly. In another ten seconds he was going to throw his legs over Draco's shoulders and beg for his prick. Suddenly, he was slicked and a finger was inside him and it crooked just so and he exploded like a cannon without time to warn Draco. Not unaware, Draco had sucked him all the way down again. Harry shouted then moaned before he whimpered and flexed his hips.
Draco drew back and took a couple of breaths before he reached for himself and wanked fast and hard.
"Wait!" Harry cried
It was too late Draco was coming in long ropes aimed right at Harry's prick. When Harry was certain he'd finished he gathered Draco up onto his lap and held him. They recovered together for a few moments.
"Potter, please tell me that's not your prick prodding my arse."
Harry turned pink. "Yeah, it is. Sorry. I have a thing about being come on…my face, my dick, my arse…they get me going right away again."
Draco smirked. "Good to know."