fic: bow ties and eyelashes
Title: Bow Ties and Eyelashes
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,846
Summary: Twenty years after Deathly Hallows, Harry is stepping up to become Minister of Magic. Draco wants everything to go well, and Harry makes sure that everything is going his way. Fic for romaine24 for the hd_smoochfest with the prompt #87 The Minister for Magic's Mansion, EWE, The Minister's Inauguration Ball, secret passageways, knowing looks. Beta-ed by bedofpearls and originally posted here
"Stop fussing," Harry groused, swatting Draco's hands away from his neckline. "We have an hour." Draco ignored him and proceeded to tug Harry's bow tie into shape. He had chosen a Muggle suit for the occasional especially. Given the sentiments of the last few years, it seemed a good idea to present a knowledgeable and accepting front toward Muggles and Muggle-borns. Harry rolled his eyes upward to stare at a patch of ceiling above Draco's head and let his boyfriend systematically choke him. When the pale hands finally removed themselves from his throat, Harry turned to look into the mirror. "It doesn't look any different from earlier," he commented, squinting at the mirror. Draco swatted him with a half-hearted growl and Harry chucked, pulling him closer by the front of his pristine Malfoy robes. "Thank you," he said simply, plopping a short, wet kiss on Draco's nose.
Draco wrinkled said nose and rubbed it dry. "Yuck. Merlin, Potter, you are such a sap." It was his turn to swat Harry's hands off his robes. "I just had these ironed." Harry didn't care - he just snorted and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist instead, tugging him closer suggestively. "Harry!" Draco's arms flew up of their own accord to balance himself against his lover's solid chest. "We do not have time for this right now. You have one of the biggest events of your life coming up!" His stern glare had no effect on Harry at all.
"We have plenty of time," Harry soothed, nuzzling his face into Draco's and knowing that Draco wouldn't be able to resist kissing him. "Lots... of... time," he whispered between kisses and felt the tense muscles under his hands slowly start to relax. "You're more nervous than me for this whole thing. Relax. It's just my inauguration and it's been rehearsed to pieces."
There was a slightly squishy bit in his heart that was incredibly proud of Draco for worrying about him, though. He could see it in the slightly-too-wide eyes, the little twitching muscle in Draco's jaw and in feeling Draco's clammy hands. Draco never had clammy hands. "Just an inauguration," Draco squawked indignantly. "Yes, Minister of Magic is not an important position at all." He snorted. Harry could tell that he wasn't annoyed and started moving them both toward their bed.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no." Draco scowled firmly, even as he could only shuffle backwards, trapped as he was in Harry's arms. He was not about to let himself get distracted by sex. Why, Harry still had to rehearse his speech one last time and people would be arriving soon and they would be expected to be there to welcome them, and - had the flowers arrived?! "Harry, the flowers-" he was cut off as Harry picked him up around the waist and threw him onto the bed. "Yeeeeargh!" Never had a Malfoy made a more ungainly sound.
Harry scrambled on after him awkwardly. "Stop fussing. It's making me more nervous. I don't want to be more nervous." He ran his fingers through Draco's styled hair and put a finger on Draco's lips to stop him making a sound. "Help make me less nervous," he asked softly with a knowing smile. In that moment, Draco knew that Harry's heart was threatening to explode, and his stomach was threatening to implode, and he also knew that Harry had come as close to admitting it as he ever would. That clinched it for Draco - he sighed in resignation, even as his hands encircled Harry's neck to pull him down.
"After all that time I spent learning how to tie the bow tie," Draco, soon-to-be trophy boyfriend, mourned in woe, tweaking his handiwork and steadily ignoring Harry's left knee nudging stealthily into his robes. It wasn't really that stealthy.
Harry patted the bow tie amusedly, actually very surprised and pleased when Draco had expressed an interest in his suit for the evening. As far as he knew, Draco still wasn't that fond of Muggle clothing. "We can keep the tie and shirt on," he purred. He gave up on stealth and just kissed Draco firmly on the lips before tugging Draco's robes off. Draco squeaked adorably and glared up at him, presumably because his robes were now lying crumpled on the floor. It didn't work, though, because he was far too naked for glares to have any effect on Harry but arousal.
"I like it when you're undressed." Harry grinned goofily, tracing his hand down the blond fuzz that passed for chest hair on a Malfoy. Draco attempted to huff at him, but it was lost when Harry also decided that Draco's nipple seemed rather delicious. Draco curled hands into Harry's hair, now not really caring that he had spent rather a long time attempting to flatten it, and wrapped him close. All for the sake of making Harry less nervous, right?
Pressing his hand down Draco's torso and feeling each rib, Harry kissed his way down the pale skin and nuzzled the growing bulge in Draco's underwear. Draco hummed in satisfaction and Harry smiled. It seemed that he was helping in making Draco less nervous, too. He gently pulled the underwear down his lover's prominent hips and angled legs. He savoured taking his time to look over Draco. Draco, who had veins visible through his too-pale skin, who had bones jutting out awkwardly as a last reminder of the stress his body had been through in the last years, who was staring at him as if he was everything he could want. Draco.
Harry smiled. Curling his lips carefully over his teeth, Harry guided Draco inside his mouth. He could feel Draco getting harder and stroked down his shaft. Above him, Draco made more noises. It wasn't often that Draco appeared vulnerable to anyone, even him. He felt honoured each and every time Draco allowed him to see that side of him. Satisfied that Draco was no longer thinking about his robes on the floor or his hair or, heaven forbid, the flowers, Harry let Draco slide out of his mouth with a slightly wet pop. Draco whimpered.
Draco then also tried pouting. It didn't work, as Harry scrambled forward to kiss the offended lips instead. "You're still completely dressed," Draco pointed out unhappily, eyeing Harry's trousers disdainfully. Harry chuckled and wriggled out of them and his underwear quickly, kicking them to lie alongside Draco's clothing. Immediately, Draco's cool, and now mostly not clammy, hands sifted up inside Harry's shirt. They were apparently indeed leaving the bow tie intact. Draco's hands finally stopped roaming and settled, curled around Harry's hips.
"Draco," breathed Harry as he squeezed cold fluid into his hand, warming it up in his palm first. There were no words after that, just the looks that conveyed everything as Draco pulled Harry between his legs before leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Sometimes he liked to look at Harry, watch him as he moved in and out of Draco. Other times, he liked to spend every fibre of his body just feeling what his lover was doing to him. He bit his lip as Harry gave that first push, and squirmed, mind adjusting before his body could.
Harry felt Draco's body ease into the feeling, and started a slow thrust. He loved feeling his hips slide along Draco's thighs, and his tightness clenching and unclenching as it got used to him could make him forget everything about becoming the most important wizard in the United Kingdom, about the speech he had to make, the stress of the job afterwards, and think only about the translucent skin beneath him, and making those blond eyelashes flutter even more.
Much of their sex was fast and hard, but this was not the time. Harry didn't pump Draco, but rather caressed him. Their bodies languidly rocked in rhythm and Harry could feel his pleasure slowly growing. He took the time to relish it. "Draco," he whispered again. Those delicate eyelids rolled open and Draco's hazed-filled eyes met his own. He felt Draco arch into the bed as he came, strong and explosive.
Draco let out a wordless cry laced with pleasure and want. Harry barely managed to pull out before collapsing beside Draco on the covers. He blinked several times, black eyelashes tickling Draco's shoulder before his hand ghosted over Draco's thigh, and brushed him a reminder that he hadn't forgotten his lover's pleasure in his own. Draco rolled his hips over to accommodate their new position, but Harry kissed his shoulder and then slid down the covers. He didn't want Draco to do anything but relax and enjoy the pleasure. He finished the way he started. Harry lazily licked Draco's tip before starting to take him in whole, ignoring the telltale signs that Draco was drawing closer to orgasm.
When he came, it was sudden and... delicious. Harry pressed his weight down on Draco's buckling hips until he had milked him as much as possible. He gently rolled Draco's softness around his mouth before unpinning him. "So perfect," he commented hoarsely, crawling to pull Draco to him and kissing him.
"Mm, I wish we had more time to stay like this." Draco stayed cuddled in Harry's arms.
Harry chuckled and flicked strands of slightly damp hair back from his face. "We can do it again, later. Or just stay here and forget everyone." He looked Draco in the eye. "You're more important to me than Wizarding Britain." Draco gasped and prodded him in the ribs. A thin flush did sweep across his cheekbones, though.
A moment later, Draco finally got hold of a timepiece. He flew to sit up straight, looking adorably mussed. "Harry! You're going to be late!" Harry laughed, but let Draco sweep him into a flurry, fixing his hair, his shirt, his corsage - everything except the bow tie. As they finally made to shoot out of the door, Draco tugged on his hand. "Not that way!" He ducked behind a tapestry, revealing a staircase that seemed to lead straight down.
"We have secret passageways?" Harry stuttered. "In our... home?"
Draco shrugged, and linked his fingers with Harry's. "Of course. How else am I going to get you back up to the bedroom in a hurry?" Harry laughed, almost sending them both tumbling down the steep stairs. They finally arrived, breathless, but giggling like schoolgirls. Harry cleared his throat and Draco straightened the shirt yet again. Mentally preparing himself, Harry heard Draco let out an explosive snort beside him. "Oh Merlin, Harry! Your lips!" He leaned up to lick away the last piece of evidence of their lovemaking before descending upon the media-filled chambers, realising that Harry hadn't washed out his mouth in their hurry.
Harry impulsively kissed Draco on the lips firmly and grinned. "It'll be fine. I'll only be speaking to everyone who's anyone in the wizarding world with your cum in my mouth. It sounds a good way to begin my term in office." He stepped out into the haze of flashing cameras.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,846
Summary: Twenty years after Deathly Hallows, Harry is stepping up to become Minister of Magic. Draco wants everything to go well, and Harry makes sure that everything is going his way. Fic for romaine24 for the hd_smoochfest with the prompt #87 The Minister for Magic's Mansion, EWE, The Minister's Inauguration Ball, secret passageways, knowing looks. Beta-ed by bedofpearls and originally posted here
"Stop fussing," Harry groused, swatting Draco's hands away from his neckline. "We have an hour." Draco ignored him and proceeded to tug Harry's bow tie into shape. He had chosen a Muggle suit for the occasional especially. Given the sentiments of the last few years, it seemed a good idea to present a knowledgeable and accepting front toward Muggles and Muggle-borns. Harry rolled his eyes upward to stare at a patch of ceiling above Draco's head and let his boyfriend systematically choke him. When the pale hands finally removed themselves from his throat, Harry turned to look into the mirror. "It doesn't look any different from earlier," he commented, squinting at the mirror. Draco swatted him with a half-hearted growl and Harry chucked, pulling him closer by the front of his pristine Malfoy robes. "Thank you," he said simply, plopping a short, wet kiss on Draco's nose.
Draco wrinkled said nose and rubbed it dry. "Yuck. Merlin, Potter, you are such a sap." It was his turn to swat Harry's hands off his robes. "I just had these ironed." Harry didn't care - he just snorted and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist instead, tugging him closer suggestively. "Harry!" Draco's arms flew up of their own accord to balance himself against his lover's solid chest. "We do not have time for this right now. You have one of the biggest events of your life coming up!" His stern glare had no effect on Harry at all.
"We have plenty of time," Harry soothed, nuzzling his face into Draco's and knowing that Draco wouldn't be able to resist kissing him. "Lots... of... time," he whispered between kisses and felt the tense muscles under his hands slowly start to relax. "You're more nervous than me for this whole thing. Relax. It's just my inauguration and it's been rehearsed to pieces."
There was a slightly squishy bit in his heart that was incredibly proud of Draco for worrying about him, though. He could see it in the slightly-too-wide eyes, the little twitching muscle in Draco's jaw and in feeling Draco's clammy hands. Draco never had clammy hands. "Just an inauguration," Draco squawked indignantly. "Yes, Minister of Magic is not an important position at all." He snorted. Harry could tell that he wasn't annoyed and started moving them both toward their bed.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no." Draco scowled firmly, even as he could only shuffle backwards, trapped as he was in Harry's arms. He was not about to let himself get distracted by sex. Why, Harry still had to rehearse his speech one last time and people would be arriving soon and they would be expected to be there to welcome them, and - had the flowers arrived?! "Harry, the flowers-" he was cut off as Harry picked him up around the waist and threw him onto the bed. "Yeeeeargh!" Never had a Malfoy made a more ungainly sound.
Harry scrambled on after him awkwardly. "Stop fussing. It's making me more nervous. I don't want to be more nervous." He ran his fingers through Draco's styled hair and put a finger on Draco's lips to stop him making a sound. "Help make me less nervous," he asked softly with a knowing smile. In that moment, Draco knew that Harry's heart was threatening to explode, and his stomach was threatening to implode, and he also knew that Harry had come as close to admitting it as he ever would. That clinched it for Draco - he sighed in resignation, even as his hands encircled Harry's neck to pull him down.
"After all that time I spent learning how to tie the bow tie," Draco, soon-to-be trophy boyfriend, mourned in woe, tweaking his handiwork and steadily ignoring Harry's left knee nudging stealthily into his robes. It wasn't really that stealthy.
Harry patted the bow tie amusedly, actually very surprised and pleased when Draco had expressed an interest in his suit for the evening. As far as he knew, Draco still wasn't that fond of Muggle clothing. "We can keep the tie and shirt on," he purred. He gave up on stealth and just kissed Draco firmly on the lips before tugging Draco's robes off. Draco squeaked adorably and glared up at him, presumably because his robes were now lying crumpled on the floor. It didn't work, though, because he was far too naked for glares to have any effect on Harry but arousal.
"I like it when you're undressed." Harry grinned goofily, tracing his hand down the blond fuzz that passed for chest hair on a Malfoy. Draco attempted to huff at him, but it was lost when Harry also decided that Draco's nipple seemed rather delicious. Draco curled hands into Harry's hair, now not really caring that he had spent rather a long time attempting to flatten it, and wrapped him close. All for the sake of making Harry less nervous, right?
Pressing his hand down Draco's torso and feeling each rib, Harry kissed his way down the pale skin and nuzzled the growing bulge in Draco's underwear. Draco hummed in satisfaction and Harry smiled. It seemed that he was helping in making Draco less nervous, too. He gently pulled the underwear down his lover's prominent hips and angled legs. He savoured taking his time to look over Draco. Draco, who had veins visible through his too-pale skin, who had bones jutting out awkwardly as a last reminder of the stress his body had been through in the last years, who was staring at him as if he was everything he could want. Draco.
Harry smiled. Curling his lips carefully over his teeth, Harry guided Draco inside his mouth. He could feel Draco getting harder and stroked down his shaft. Above him, Draco made more noises. It wasn't often that Draco appeared vulnerable to anyone, even him. He felt honoured each and every time Draco allowed him to see that side of him. Satisfied that Draco was no longer thinking about his robes on the floor or his hair or, heaven forbid, the flowers, Harry let Draco slide out of his mouth with a slightly wet pop. Draco whimpered.
Draco then also tried pouting. It didn't work, as Harry scrambled forward to kiss the offended lips instead. "You're still completely dressed," Draco pointed out unhappily, eyeing Harry's trousers disdainfully. Harry chuckled and wriggled out of them and his underwear quickly, kicking them to lie alongside Draco's clothing. Immediately, Draco's cool, and now mostly not clammy, hands sifted up inside Harry's shirt. They were apparently indeed leaving the bow tie intact. Draco's hands finally stopped roaming and settled, curled around Harry's hips.
"Draco," breathed Harry as he squeezed cold fluid into his hand, warming it up in his palm first. There were no words after that, just the looks that conveyed everything as Draco pulled Harry between his legs before leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Sometimes he liked to look at Harry, watch him as he moved in and out of Draco. Other times, he liked to spend every fibre of his body just feeling what his lover was doing to him. He bit his lip as Harry gave that first push, and squirmed, mind adjusting before his body could.
Harry felt Draco's body ease into the feeling, and started a slow thrust. He loved feeling his hips slide along Draco's thighs, and his tightness clenching and unclenching as it got used to him could make him forget everything about becoming the most important wizard in the United Kingdom, about the speech he had to make, the stress of the job afterwards, and think only about the translucent skin beneath him, and making those blond eyelashes flutter even more.
Much of their sex was fast and hard, but this was not the time. Harry didn't pump Draco, but rather caressed him. Their bodies languidly rocked in rhythm and Harry could feel his pleasure slowly growing. He took the time to relish it. "Draco," he whispered again. Those delicate eyelids rolled open and Draco's hazed-filled eyes met his own. He felt Draco arch into the bed as he came, strong and explosive.
Draco let out a wordless cry laced with pleasure and want. Harry barely managed to pull out before collapsing beside Draco on the covers. He blinked several times, black eyelashes tickling Draco's shoulder before his hand ghosted over Draco's thigh, and brushed him a reminder that he hadn't forgotten his lover's pleasure in his own. Draco rolled his hips over to accommodate their new position, but Harry kissed his shoulder and then slid down the covers. He didn't want Draco to do anything but relax and enjoy the pleasure. He finished the way he started. Harry lazily licked Draco's tip before starting to take him in whole, ignoring the telltale signs that Draco was drawing closer to orgasm.
When he came, it was sudden and... delicious. Harry pressed his weight down on Draco's buckling hips until he had milked him as much as possible. He gently rolled Draco's softness around his mouth before unpinning him. "So perfect," he commented hoarsely, crawling to pull Draco to him and kissing him.
"Mm, I wish we had more time to stay like this." Draco stayed cuddled in Harry's arms.
Harry chuckled and flicked strands of slightly damp hair back from his face. "We can do it again, later. Or just stay here and forget everyone." He looked Draco in the eye. "You're more important to me than Wizarding Britain." Draco gasped and prodded him in the ribs. A thin flush did sweep across his cheekbones, though.
A moment later, Draco finally got hold of a timepiece. He flew to sit up straight, looking adorably mussed. "Harry! You're going to be late!" Harry laughed, but let Draco sweep him into a flurry, fixing his hair, his shirt, his corsage - everything except the bow tie. As they finally made to shoot out of the door, Draco tugged on his hand. "Not that way!" He ducked behind a tapestry, revealing a staircase that seemed to lead straight down.
"We have secret passageways?" Harry stuttered. "In our... home?"
Draco shrugged, and linked his fingers with Harry's. "Of course. How else am I going to get you back up to the bedroom in a hurry?" Harry laughed, almost sending them both tumbling down the steep stairs. They finally arrived, breathless, but giggling like schoolgirls. Harry cleared his throat and Draco straightened the shirt yet again. Mentally preparing himself, Harry heard Draco let out an explosive snort beside him. "Oh Merlin, Harry! Your lips!" He leaned up to lick away the last piece of evidence of their lovemaking before descending upon the media-filled chambers, realising that Harry hadn't washed out his mouth in their hurry.
Harry impulsively kissed Draco on the lips firmly and grinned. "It'll be fine. I'll only be speaking to everyone who's anyone in the wizarding world with your cum in my mouth. It sounds a good way to begin my term in office." He stepped out into the haze of flashing cameras.