Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2011-08-10 11:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp ficlets draco/harry, hp quill-it 100.3 |
HP ficlet: In the Meantime [Draco/Harry, adult]
Title: In the Meantime
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: adult
Length: 622 words
Warnings: public sex, blow job
Summary: Harry finds waiting for Draco to show up to the restaurant more enjoyable than he'd anticipated.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 1, "wicked".
Five minutes after the time when Draco was supposed to meet Harry for dinner, the restaurant's host hurried over to the table.
"Mr. Harry Potter?"
"That's me."
"I have a message for you from your dining companion. He says he will be sitting at the table within half an hour, and until then you should have a drink and try to enjoy yourself in the meantime."
Harry rolled his eyes. Draco wasn't always late, but often enough that Harry had learned to go ahead and let himself be seated without him. Otherwise he would be stuck waiting at the front of the restaurant without even a chance to have a drink or a starter in the interim. "Thank you. I'd like a pint of Stella, if you have any, or whatever is most similar if you don't, please."
Sipping his beer a few minutes later, Harry wondered just how Draco thought Harry was going to enjoy himself on his own. This was a bit of a special night, too, marking three months exactly since they had first gone out. Harry had planned to make it extra-special, back in his flat after dinner; he intended to go along with a couple of the kinkier suggestions Draco had made recently, such as letting Draco blindfold him and tie him up.
Just thinking about what might happen later on was making his trousers uncomfortably tight, and he shifted in his seat, reaching down to adjust them discreetly.
"I'll take care of that," came a whisper from under the table, and Harry felt fingers fumbling at the zip of his fly, freeing his cock. A warm wet mouth enveloped it and began to suck.
"Draco?" said Harry in a strangled voice. He looked around quickly, and realized with relief that the tablecloths in this restaurant all hung to the floor; no one could see what was happening. "What the hell are you doing?" he added in an outraged whisper.
"Making sure that you enjoy yourself," said Draco, releasing Harry's cock momentarily.
Harry could just see the wicked smile Draco gave him before resuming his self-appointed task.
There was no way to stop him, not without creating a very public scene, and besides, there was something immensely erotic about the idea that he was getting a blow job here in this public place without anyone knowing about it. Draco was better at sucking cock than anyone else Harry had ever been with -- not that there had been that many, but still -- and his lips and tongue soon had Harry on the brink of orgasm.
"May I bring you something to start with while you're waiting?"
Harry looked up to see the waiter hovering. "Not just yet," he managed to say, his fingers curling around the edge of the table. Draco's tongue traced the pulsing vein along the underside of Harry's cock, and Harry almost screamed.
"I'll return in a few minutes, then."
"Yes... thank you." The waiter turned to go.
Draco sucked hard, and Harry spasmed, his spunk shooting uncontrollably into Draco's mouth.
"You are mad, you know that?" Harry said quietly to Draco a few minutes later. Draco had slipped out from under the table and quite casually seated himself in the chair opposite. Harry was fairly certain that no one else in the restaurant had seen a thing.
"I know." Draco gave him a lascivious smile. His lips were still reddened from his recent activities. "But you enjoyed that, admit it, even though if I'd asked you'd have said no."
"True enough," Harry had to agree. "I had something special planned for you later, but nothing like this."
"Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll enjoy it." Draco winked. "Now, let's order. I'm starving."