Please kink up my Kristmas with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Draco
Kink(s): Veritaserum
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): any Harry/other or Draco/other or a cruel Harry
Prompt: Draco's somehow ingested Veritaserum. Harry's not trying to take advantage of it, but he can't shut Draco up and gets an earful about how much Draco wants Harry to fuck him... and how. Maybe he hears other things too (maybe Draco likes Harry's stupid hair or other nonsexual things that could be sweetly embarrassing), but definitely also the dirty stuff, like I would not be opposed to Draco really wanting Harry to felch his arse and such. ;P Oh and please don't already have them in a relationship! This is news to Harry, ykwim?

“There’s no way out,” Draco says. “We’re trapped. Eventually we’re going to have to piss, you know. Or get thirsty. Or die.”

“Can you shut it and let me think?” Harry snaps.

Draco’s pacing and muttering and being stuck in a small room with a raving, irritated Malfoy, and no prospect of getting out any time soon is not how Harry had hoped to spend his day — no matter how good that Malfoy happens to look in his uniform.

“Veritaserum, Potter,” Malfoy says, still pacing. Harry tries to ignore the click of Malfoy’s shoes on the stone floor as he examines the door that slammed shut behind them five minutes ago. “No I can’t shut it. And think all you bloody want, there’s no way out and you’re not going to find one and I’d rather be anywhere else, no matter how good your arse looks when you bend over like that.”

“There’s always a w…my what when I what?” Harry turns to look at Malfoy, whose face is nearly the same red as his Auror robe.

“Shut up,” Draco snaps, pacing even faster. “Find us a way out, since there’s nothing you can’t do.”

“I thought you said there was no way out,” Harry says. He turns slowly to look at Draco.

“There isn’t,” says Draco, through gritted teeth. His fists are clenched at his sides and he looks like he’s going to burst a blood vessel. “But you’re adorable when you’re working out a plan, so have at it. And why the fuck did this have to happen today?”

“What the hell, Malfoy?” Harry asks. He feels his face heat. Malfoy seems on the verge of hysteria and Harry’s torn between wanting to hear more about his arse and his being adorable and wanting to find a way out of here before they both die of embarrassment. “Why on earth did you take the bloody potion yourself?”

“Our boss has this pesky aversion to experimenting on suspects and I didn’t intend to be stuck alone with you and your lickable collar bones.” Draco makes a strangled sound, like he’s trying to swallow his own tongue.

“You think my collar bones are lickable?” Harry asks. The evidence room should be well-ventilated to help preserve delicate evidence, but Harry is certain there’s a lack of oxygen in here.

“Your collar bones and your jaw and your pretty, fuckable mouth,” Draco says, looking a bit like a House Elf who’s being compelled to bad-mouth their master.

It occurs to Harry that he should spare them both any further embarrassment and try to change the subject, but one critical question seems to hang in the air. He’s not the one who took Draco’s newest batch of Veritaserum, that current evidence suggests is pretty fucking potent, but he can’t make himself leave that question unanswered. “Is my mouth lickable or fuckable?”

“Both, you prat,” Draco says. He starts pacing again, back and forth between the tall shelves lined with boxes and labeled with case numbers. “Sometimes, when you lick your lip when you’re thinking, it makes me jealous of your tongue and it’s all I can do not to lean over and lick your lips myself. And sometimes, when you’re at a dead end on a case and you bite at your lip and it’s all pink and swollen, all I can think is that’s how it’d look when I slide my cock into your mouth and you take me deep. So, both.”

Harry feels heat bloom under his collar. He’s sure Draco sees it and he can’t begin to figure out a plan for getting out of this room if Draco keeps him in this constant state of arousal. “This is all very interesting, but can you try and keep your mouth shut for two minutes. I realise that’d be a record for you.”

“Merlin, it makes me hard when you’re shirty with me.” Draco spits out fuck and slaps his hand over his mouth. For some reason, this is what makes Draco look most like he wants the floor to swallow him.

Harry’s on the verge of hysteria himself.

“Someone’s going to notice that we’re not at our desks. Someone, sometime, is going to have evidence they need to store and come in here,” says Harry, trying to inject a little bit of logic into the proceedings.

“That could be days and we could die in the meantime and we could be fucking right now, so I don’t have to die not knowing what it’s like to have your cock in my arse.”

“What else do you want me to do?” Harry asks. So much for logic.

“Nothing. I don’t want you to do a fucking thing,” Draco says. He gasps and says, “I love when you bring me tea in the morning and leave it on my desk. Damn it.”

Something warm unfurls in Harry’s chest. He almost wants to stop tormenting Draco. Almost. Harry steps closer to Draco and Draco backs up, looking at Harry like he’s a nasty-tempered Hippogriff. “What are you thinking about now?”

“I want to suck you and feel your fingers in my hair.” Draco says it very quickly, as if he hopes Harry won’t catch on. “I want you to lick my arse until I’m wet and open for you, and then I want you to fuck me, and then lick me again.”

“Guh,” Harry gasps. He’s starting to feel dizzy with the small space, and the body heat, and the onslaught of images that are awfully close to what he thinks about when he slides his hands under the sheets as night. “You’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“Of course I have, you twit,” Draco spits out. “You’re bloody gorgeous and you drive me mad and…ahhh.” Draco clenches his fists and his face turns purple with effort.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” says Harry. He touches Draco’s shoulder and when Draco doesn’t flinch away, he says, “You’ve started it now, so say it.”

Draco stares at him as if he’s never seen anything like him before. He gasps as Harry’s hand moves to caress his throat and cup his jaw. “I want to feel that idiotic hair of yours against my thighs. I want it brushing my back as you press deep inside me.”

“Fuck,” Harry groans as he presses his body against Draco’s, pushing Draco against the wall behind them. He knows Draco can feel how hard he is, and what the hell he thinks — his erection is nothing compared with what Draco has said out loud. “Is this all right?” Harry asks, thinking that because Draco is spilling his filthy secret desires, doesn’t mean he wants Harry shoving him against walls.

“Idiot,” Draco says, laughing. “I want you so badly it hurts. I want you inside me and I want to feel it for days.”

“Christ, Draco,” says Harry. “Keep talking.”

“I can’t fucking stop,” Draco says, rolling his hips so his hard cock presses against Harry’s. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”

“Yes,” hisses Harry. He grasps Draco’s arse and pulls him tighter against his body. “Fuck, yes,” Harry moans, grinding his cock against Draco’s.

“Did you know that I spend half the time we’re working together hard?” Draco asks. “Fuck, I didn’t want you to know that. You’re bloody smug enough.”

“Did you know I’ve wanted to see you naked for months?” Harry asks. “Can I?”

“Only if you are. Give me wank material for the rest of my life,” says Draco.

Harry closes his eyes and concentrates, leaning close so he can press his face against Draco’s neck, inhale his scent and feel Draco’s pulse under his lips. With a wandless, wordless charm, both of their clothes are gone and in a pile on one of the evidence shelves behind them.

“Fuck,” gasps Draco. “Your magic makes me want to get on my knees.”

“Come here,” Harry says, pulling Draco tight against him again. “Fuck, come here.” He wants to hear Draco talk, he could listen to this for the rest of his life. At the same time, he’s desperate to feel that filthy mouth on his, wrap his hand around Draco’s cock, and feel Draco’s body against his.

“Show me wha — ”

Harry cuts off Draco’s words as he presses his lips to Draco’s and traces his open mouth with his tongue. He’s light-headed with want and he rolls his hips to slide his cock along Draco’s. Draco makes a strangled sound, as if the words are bubbling up and they can’t get past Harry’s tongue as it slides in and out of his mouth.

Harry slides his hand between them and take both of their cocks in his hand. Draco is hot and hard and smooth against him. He’s gasping into Draco’s mouth and squeezing the soft heads of their cocks together on each stroke. He’s not going to last long. Being around Draco keeps him in a state of semi-arousal all the time and he’s sure, if Draco had kept talking, he could have come from that alone.

Draco takes control of the kiss, sucking on Harry’s tongue, and it goes straight to his cock. Harry can imagine what that hot mouth would feel like around him. He speeds his hand and Draco thrusts into Harry’s fist, building the heat and the friction of their cocks sliding against each other. Harry feels Draco start to come first. His muscles tighten and his graceful rhythm falters. Harry keeps stroking, keeps kissing, as his belly and chest and hand are covered in Draco’s hot come. Harry groans, long and low, and he comes hard, his knees nearly buckling as Draco replaces Harry’s hand with his. They both gasp for breath, breaking the kiss and pressing their foreheads together.

“That was fucking brilliant,” Draco says, still stroking Harry’s softening and sensitive cock. “Merlin you have a gorgeous cock. I need it in me. Fuck, when will this potion wear off? We need to skive off the rest of the afternoon so you can fuck me properly.”

Harry couldn’t agree more. He’s pulling away from Draco, surveying the mess they’ve made of themselves and trying to remember how to talk, when the door opens.

“What the hell?” Ron squawks from behind a stack of neatly labeled evidence boxes that go tumbling to the ground.

“It’s Potter’s fault,”Draco says, pulling Harry against his sticky body, leaving Harry’s backside the only thing open to Ron’s horrified gaze. “And you know that has to be the truth.”

“How is this my fault?” Harry asks, even as he considers that he’s probably not in a position to be indignant about anything.

“You bent over,” says Draco. Between them, his hand splays on Harry’s stomach and Harry feels his cock stir.

“I don’t want to know,” Ron says, backing slowly out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

Harry summons their clothes and leans in to bite gently at Draco’s ear. “Can you talk like that without the potion?”

“Come back to mine and you’ll find out,” Draco says.

In retrospect, Harry thinks, being stuck in a small room with a raving Malfoy, and no prospect of getting out any time soon, is a rather wonderful way to spend the afternoon.

Oh, UNF!! This was fantastically hot!! Loved the dirty talk here and the whole thing was sexy as hell.

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!

Wow, this was a delight! I really loved all of Draco's dirty talk - it was so him.

Oh, thank you! I am really happy that you enjoyed it!

Omgomgomgomgomg!!!! This is STUPID HOT! It's everything I could have possibly wanted!!! AHHHHHH! So many amazing moments:

I didn’t intend to be stuck alone with you and your lickable collar bones.” Draco makes a strangled sound, like he’s trying to swallow his own tongue.

Omg his reaction to what's he's just said is as hot as what comes out of his mouth! Poor Draco! <3333 I mean, everything Draco says in this is so smoking hot, so embarrassingly sexy, so raw and needy and revealing and UNF! And I can't exactly blame Harry for pressing him against that wall. But I loooooove that he asked if it was okay! I mean, not only because hello consent kink! But because then Draco is of course COMPELLED to answer! Which is its own kind of torture! GUH!

I loved every dripping, breathy word of this! THANK YOU!!!

Oh my goodness! I am SO happy you liked it!!! It was an insanely hot prompt that grabbed me right away and I only wanted to try and do it some justice. I could imagine Draco being mortified that he’s spilling his guts to Harry. It makes me really happy that you liked Harry’s consent check. I was writing that paragraph and had glossed over it, and then stopped and went back because I realized that Harry had to ask out loud (both so he knew Draco wanted it, and so he could hear Draco say he did). THANK YOU!!!

Omg, this is amazing. Draco is fabulous with the way his explanations keep getting raunchier and he's so mortified. Gorgeous.

Thank you so much!! I am really glad you enjoyed this, and Draco’s filthy mouth. :)

So much for logic.

LOVEDLOVEDLOVED!!

OMG! This was so horrifying and delicious and I probably would have felt a tiny bit bad for anyone else but Malfoy in this predicament. ;)

I loved, loved, loved how Harry was incapable of wanting to hear more. So mean and delicious and OMG! perfect!!

SOOOO amazing!

And poor, traumatized Ron! ♥♥

Thank you so much!!! Harry can’t be logical around Draco. :) Don’t feel bad, Malfoy got what he wanted in the end. ;) Thank you SO much.

*incoherent noises*

I think my ears are ringing. Daaaaamn. Can I be a fly on that wall, please?

That's going to be an interesting conversation to have with their CO... ;D

LOL, THANK YOU! I don’t think I’ve ever made someone’s ears ring before. Yes, I think several interesting conversations are yet to come. :)

Oh god that was lovely and hot and I adore how Draco's dosed with Veritaserum and a litany of dirty talk spills out. Wonderful!

Thank you so, so much!! Poor Draco — all his secrets. :) Thank you!!!