Title: Lunch Date
Author: gypsyflame
Characters/Pairings: Kingsley/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Agrexophilia; lubricant
Other Warnings: Slight consent play
Word Count: 1,567
Summary/Description: Kingsley and Draco have a standing lunch date.
Author's Notes: This is set in the same universe as Alive, but can be read as a stand-alone. Thanks to A for the beta!




“One of these days, we’re actually going to eat lunch,” Draco said as he yanked Kingsley’s belt open.

Kingsley pushed Draco’s robes off his shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. “I’ve got something for you to eat.”

“How romantic. If I’m to spend my lunch hour satisfying your animal lusts, the least you can do is try to be less of a brute.”

Snorting at Draco’s cheek, Kingsley boosted him up to sit on the desk and said, “That would be a lot more convincing if your cock wasn’t about to burst through your trousers.”

Draco leaned back on his hands and allowed Kingsley to remove his shoes and socks. “Classical conditioning.”

“Conditioning, my ass.” Kingsley palmed Draco’s erection through his trousers, making the touch rough and intrusive until Draco’s head tipped back. “You love it when I treat you like this.”

Draco shook his head, but his breath stuttered and there was a small smile curving the corners of his mouth.

Kingsley pulled off Draco’s trousers and pants and threw them aside before pushing Draco’s knees up so that his heels were balanced on the edge of the desk. His cock jumped as he looked down to see Draco’s hole already slick and stretched, so wet that lube was leaking out of him and trickling onto the desk.

“Satisfying my lusts?” he said, voice hoarse. “You insatiable little slut, you’ve been aching to get my cock up your ass all morning.”

“Maybe I just wanted to save time.”

The slight trembling in Draco’s thighs belied his words. Kingsley fumbled his own trousers open and pulled out his throbbing cock. Without taking his eyes off Draco’s hole, he reached out towards one of his desk drawers; no matter how wet Draco was, Kingsley really should put at least a little bit of lube on himself first –

Draco caught his arm. “Don’t,” he said. His eyes were dark, no longer even pretending reluctance. “Just do it.”

No other man had ever been able to make Kingsley feel like this – like he was in honest danger of losing all his self-control to a tide of overwhelming lust – but Draco managed it on a regular basis. Kingsley stood between his spread knees and prodded Draco’s hole with the head of his cock, sliding in partway to test how ready Draco was.

There was no way Draco had gotten this loose from his fingers alone. He had to have used some kind of toy, which meant he must have brought a dildo to work and fucked himself with it in his office, Merlin fuck –

Kingsley shoved forward, bottoming out in one thrust, which was something he would never have been able to do under any other circumstances. Draco clenched around him and let out a soft, shocked cry.

Even with his brain imploding from being buried in Draco’s arse, Kingsley realised they had forgotten something important. “I didn’t cast a silencing spell,” he said.

Draco was still sitting up, supporting his weight on his hands behind him, hips canted forwards and arse level with his heels. His cheeks were already flushed a bright pink. “I really don’t care about that right now.”

Kingsley was too worked up to trust his wandless magic, but his wand was lying on the sidetable a short distance away. He cast it a contemplative glance.

“I will kill you if you pull out,” said Draco.

Despite his reservations, Kingsley couldn’t help starting to fuck Draco with short, shallow strokes. “They’ll hear you.”

“I can be quiet.”

Kingsley raised an incredulous eyebrow.

“I can,” Draco said. “Now come on, I know you can give me more than this.”

There was no point in Kingsley trying to deny Draco anything, much less a demand to be fucked. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s thighs and used them as leverage while he pumped his hips hard and fast. His standing position gave him a lot of freedom of movement, and he took full advantage of that.

Draco dropped from his hands to his elbows, eyes closed and head falling back between his shoulders. He was biting his lip, but Kingsley could still hear the noises he was making, muffled moans and bitten-off gasps. If any of the Aurors or secretaries outside Kingsley’s office heard him… No doubt they already suspected that these lunch dates were less than innocent. Kingsley and Draco had made their relationship public months ago, but that didn’t mean that Kingsley wanted his employees to know that he was fucking Draco on his desk in the middle of the workday – taking him, claiming him, owning him –

Kingsley’s thrusting sped up until he was slamming into Draco so rapidly that the desk rattled and shook. Draco twisted, arching against him, hard cock bouncing wetly against his own stomach. The sounds he was suppressing became more and more frantic. He was going to cry out any moment; Kingsley could see it building in him.

Draco sucked in a sobbing breath, and Kingsley slapped a hand over his mouth just in time to stifle the small scream.

They both went still. Draco stared at him with wide eyes, breath hot against the palm of Kingsley’s hand. It had been an unthinking reflex, something Kingsley wouldn’t normally have done – but before he could apologize or remove his hand, Draco moaned and rolled his hips, urging Kingsley to get moving.

Fuck. Kingsley let out a groan of his own as he resumed fucking Draco, unwrapping his other arm from Draco’s thigh and bracing it against the edge of the desk. He was transfixed by the way his big hand looked covering Draco’s mouth – the entire lower half of his face, actually – and by how uncontrolled Draco’s breathing had suddenly become. Even though Kingsley knew Draco liked it when he was domineering, he was continually surprised by how far Draco was willing to let him go.

Now that he didn’t have to restrain himself, Draco wasn’t even trying to hold back his moans, just letting Kingsley’s hand catch them all. Kingsley leaned closer so that he could get his cock in deeper, and Draco’s hips bucked, arms almost giving out.

Kingsley panted through his exertions, but just as he was getting close, Draco reached up and pulled his hand away. Before Kingsley could feel more than a slight twinge of disappointment, Draco said, “Turn me around. If you’re going to hold your hand over my mouth, I want you to fuck me from behind while you do it.”

“Draco, gods, you’re going to fucking kill me,” Kingsley said. His balls were tight and aching with need. Through pure force of will, he managed to pull out and help Draco off the desk, turning him around so that he could bend over and put his hands flat on the surface. Then Kingsley pushed back inside, bending over to plaster his chest against Draco’s back and clapping his hand over Draco’s mouth once more.

Draco was a fucking genius. It was even more intense this way – pounding him from behind, holding him down, covering his mouth so he couldn’t make any noise. It was almost as if Kingsley was taking him by force, although the enthusiastic way Draco was grinding back against him and wanking himself made his consent clear. Still, the frission of dangerous, forbidden excitement was there, lurking just beneath the surface.

Was that what Draco wanted? They’d never played that particular game before, but Draco was going mad beneath him, writhing like an animal in heat. On a hunch, Kingsley pressed his lips against Draco’s ear.

“You want to scream, don’t you?” he said.

Draco’s answering moan was harsh and half-strangled.

“Go ahead. Nobody can hear you.” Kingsley smacked Draco’s arse with his free hand. “I can do whatever I want; nobody’s going to come save you – ”

Draco jerked against him, his scream muted by Kingsley’s hand as he came all over the desk. Kingsley didn’t let go, rutting on Draco until he sagged in Kingsley’s arms, spent. Pulse thundering in his ears, Kingsley thrust harder, straining for it, almost there, almost there…

He shouted out loud when he came.

After what seemed to be an hour-long orgasm, Kingsley caught himself on the edge of the desk with both hands, gasping for breath. Draco was lying flat against the desk, back shaking with repressed laughter.

“Shut up,” Kingsley said, pulling out. He felt hot with embarrassment. Now everybody really would know.

Draco tried to stand, caught himself on Kingsley’s shoulder when his knees wobbled, and then steadied himself enough to straighten up. “So someone might have overheard us. Why does that bother you so much?”

“I’m the Minister. It’s unprofessional.” Even as he said it, Kingsley drew Draco close to him, kissing his throat and breathing in the scent of sex and sweat.

“Please. Like nobody else in this office has ever shagged at work?” Draco slid his hands up Kingsley’s arms to wrap them around his neck. “I don’t care if everyone in this building knows you were fucking me just now. You know how I enjoy it when people are jealous of me.”

Kingsley laughed, resting his forehead against Draco’s. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Draco pulled Kingsley into a deep, passionate kiss that was almost enough to get him going again. When they separated, Draco gave him a smirk and said, “So, dinner tonight?”