hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-01-06 16:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | ida-fic, prompt 1: vanilla |
It's Friday!
Original poster: idamonae
Title: TGIF
Author: idamonae
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2207
Warning: pwp/fluff
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. It’s all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made.
Thanks kindly to grey_hunter for the beta :)
This is dedicated to all of my fellow writers:)
Written for hd_365
January 06, 2006
It’s Friday!!
7:30 am
“You know Harry, I think this is a new fucking record for us. Our New Years resolution didn’t even last a bloody week!” Draco was throwing clothing into one of his designer suitcases, for once not taking the care to fold each piece precisely and neatly into the case. It was putting Harry on edge to watch. The blonde sniffed as he held up a pair of hot pink silk boxer briefs with silver hearts on them. Harry had given them as a gag gift on the previous Valentine’s Day, and Draco was suddenly debating whether they were worth taking with him or not. Certainly they were comfy, and his practical side won out as he stuffed them into an available corner.
“Honey, I think you’re being a bit too over dramatic. Besides which, it was my resolution, not ours…” Harry regretted the words as soon as they’d left his mouth.
Draco looked up at his partner incredulously, his face turning an alarming shade of Roma tomato. “Planning on fucking another piece of ass this year then, Potter?”
The former Gryffindor raked a hand through his hair in frustration. “I–you know I didn’t mean it that way.” He sighed in exasperation and moved towards the wardrobe. If his lover had his heart set on taking off, then the least he could do was help him pack. He took three heavy suit bags off of their hangers and laid them gently on the bed, spelling them down to travel size with a flick of his wrist.
Draco stood stalk still and watched his partner in confusion. “What are you doing?”
Harry didn’t even bat an eye. “I’m helping you prepare. The only other place you have to go at the moment is straight home, and you’ll need your best robes if you’re to sit dinner with your mother.”
Hot tears welled in the blonde’s grey eyes and he forced himself to choke them back, struggling to get one of his old masks in place. “You don’t even care that I’m going?”
Harry looked up and him, eyes hard. “Of course I fucking care. Personally I think you’re being a fucking idiot for fighting over something so stupid.”
“I was HORNY!” The blonde screeched. “You promised me a shag everyday! I figured I’d spare you the trouble and get it over with early on…”
Harry snorted. “Save me the trouble? Baby, I fucked you until four o’clock this morning. You woke me an hour ago looking for more. I thought I’d worn you out, but I guess I was wrong!”
Draco dropped the newly shrunken suitcase on the floor with an almighty crash. “Are you trying to say that you’re tired of me? Huh? Is that it?!”
Harry rolled his eyes. “You know what? Fuck it. I don’t have the energy to deal with this shite right now.” He stomped out of the bedroom and went to sulk in the kitchen.
Draco stared at the empty doorway in horror. Harry had given up? Harry never gave up! He huffed and picked up the heavy little boxes that lay in the blanket nest on the bed, muttering to himself as he spelled them lighter and shoved them into his pockets. He then snarled and slipped into his new indigo corduroy jacket. He was feeling particularly put out at the moment, and wanted to make damn sure Harry knew how much trouble he was in, so he slammed the bedroom door shut as hard as he could and apparated out of the house.
1:34 pm
It felt like days had passed since he’d left the flat he shared with Harry and gone running to his mother for comfort. Narcissa Malfoy was an expert in providing comfort for Draco’s weary heart, but she hadn’t been expecting Draco to drop in on her at just before eight o'clock that morning.
She hadn’t had a single drop of comfort food in the house.
Draco had thrown one of his usual fits, and his mother had promised to put things right, but only after she’d bathed and dressed. Draco had shuffled around his old bedroom, thinking morose thoughts about his lover’s lack of tact and generally feeling sorry for himself for over four hours before Narcissa had declared she was ready. She’d promptly ushered him out of the house for a gourmet luncheon at their favorite restaurant in Diagon Alley, and she was now cleansing her pallet with a refreshing lime sorbet for dessert.
Draco had opted for the vanilla bean ice cream. He winced as he spooned the tasty treat into his mouth, savoring the creamy texture on his tongue and wishing he had Harry beside him to share it with. Harry preferred chocolate ice cream, but Draco knew he wouldn’t sneeze at this. The dessert actually reminded him of Harry. It was simple, yet there was a sharp edge to its flavor that would rein you in and keep you coming back for more.
He missed his partner already. He looked at his mother and sighed. “Mum, I hate to sound ungrateful, but I think I’m going to skip the shopping trip this afternoon. I should probably go home and talk to Harry.”
His mother smiled and nodded, a sagely look of knowing entering her eyes that gave Draco the creeps. “I’ll ask a house elf to send your luggage home.”
“Er, mum, Harry was really mad at me this morning. You might want to wait and see before you send everything back.”
His mother huffed at him, somehow still able to maintain the dignified Malfoy edge even as she blew the air through her perfectly pouty lips. She smirked at him then, her eyes glinting. “I doubt he’ll still be angry. In fact, I’d lay Galleons that he’ll have you panting up against a wall in no time flat.”
Draco was scandalized. He looked around the restaurant with wide eyes. “Mother! I cannot believe you!”
Narcissa rolled her eyes. “Oh please, Draco love. I wasn’t born yesterday, and I’ve seen the hungry look that boy gets in his eyes when he looks at you.” Her grin widened. “I bet the make up sex is even better than the usual, isn’t it?!”
Draco’s jaw dropped. “You’ve been talking to Pansy again, haven’t you? Since when did you become the resident fag hag?” He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, channeling his inner petulant child.
Narcissa snapped up the bill as the waiter dropped it on the table and waved her son away. “Go home to Harry, Draco. Kiss and make up. Thank you kindly for waking me up this morning, I have a dozen errands to run and I wouldn’t have made it out early enough otherwise.” She smiled.
Draco shook his head and kissed her on the cheek affectionately. “I’m off.” He apparated home……
Only to find an empty house. He sighed deeply and sank onto the sofa, prepared to wait. The combined stress of the morning, the quiet house, and his full belly lulled him to sleep in no time. He didn’t even try to resist as he nodded off.
4:54 pm
Draco awoke to the sound of the shower running down the hall and he bolted up immediately. If he tackled Harry in the shower, the make up time would be reduced by at least forty five percent! Tip-toeing down the hall, he opened to door slowly, and sighed happily at the naked outline of his lover behind the foggy glass door. He murmured a charm to remove his clothes, and slide the door open to stand beside Harry. “Washing off the smell from your afternoon boozing with Weasley?”
Harry started and turned around, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. “No, I didn’t go out, actually.” He paused, frowning. “I was sleeping in the study. I uh, was doing a search word puzzle in the Prophet and I fell asleep.”
Draco smiled gently, trying to get his I-forgive-you point across. “Let me guess? You woke up with the ink from the paper all over your face, didn’t you?”
Harry blushed again. “Yeah, I did.” He stood awkwardly under the spray, and Draco had to admit he’d forgotten how lovely his partner looked when wet.
“I’m sorry.” Draco whispered. “I guess I’m insatiable.” He stared at the spot on Harry’s throat that he loved to suck and hissed when he felt his lover’s fingers graze his chin and force his eyes up.
“I’m sorry, too. I was owly before, and I….well, I guess I owe you one, don’t I?”
Draco smirked as Harry’s lips descended upon his own. He couldn’t remember that last time they’d shagged in the shower. “Can we do it here? Can we?!”
Harry chuckled and slipped his hands down Draco’s body, reaching round to cup his bottom and pull him under the spray. “If you want.” He nipped at Draco’s bottom lip and urged the blonde to open his mouth. Draco obliged, sighing happily when Harry’s tongue met his own. The former Gryffindor broke the kiss and laughed. “You’ve been eating vanilla something, haven’t you?”
“Yes”
“Narcissa’s comfort food, angel? You were seriously that pissed at me?”
Draco reached up to wipe Harry’s frown away. “You didn’t put up much of a fight. I thought….” He shook his head to clear the water from his eyes and snuggled up into Harry’s neck, enjoying the heat from the shower and Harry’s body. “I was feeling sorry for myself.” He looked up and kissed Harry languidly. “Let’s fix it.”
“Let’s.”
It was mostly the feel of Harry’s fingers teasing the cleft of his arse that made him shiver. They kissed slowly under the spray, occasionally reaching back to turn the heat up as the hot water drained away. They were aligned from head to toe, with Draco stretching up slightly to meet Harry, clinging to the taller man’s shoulders for support. Draco could feel the slight tremble of Harry’s muscles underneath his slippery skin and his own quaked in sympathy. He was achingly hard, and he rubbed his cock greedily against Harry’s thigh, reveling in the stickiness that built there and secretly wishing for greater friction. He was lucid and relaxed, and quite satisfied to just come rutting against his partner’s leg, but Harry had something more in mind.
Draco winced and forced himself to acknowledge that shower gel made shoddy lube, but the sudden desperate need to have Harry’s cock stretching him open and filling him deeply was too great to warrant a marathon run upstairs for the real thing. So, he suffered. And oh, how the suffering was great. The first finger burned inside of him, and he thrust down hard on it, biting his tongue at the ache that seeped through his lower back and thighs, and begged Harry to stretch him more, because Merlin he needed to be fucked so badly he could taste the need in the back of his throat. He didn’t know where the need came from. It was a twisting spiral of ache that spun rapidly in his chest and demanded he submit and allow himself to be taken. He didn’t know where it originated or why, but to deny it was to deny himself a special pleasure. It was something that he’d only ever shared with Harry, and his lover knew he adored it.
His partner had lifted him up and was now thrusting heartily inside him, rubbing Draco’s skin raw against the harsh slate walls with each thrust, but he was too incoherent with lust to care. He wrapped his legs tightly around Harry’s hips and wriggled against him, reaching up to clutch the metal bar for support in the slippery shower. He was concentrating on the pleasure of the sex, but more so of the base knowledge of being wanted, nay, needed so much, and the twisting sensations in the pit of his stomach that signaled his rapidly approaching orgasm.
He cried out to Harry, warning him he was close, and then screamed when Harry’s teeth latched onto the juncture between his tender throat and shoulder, marring him and forcing him to come much sooner than he would have liked. He clamped down around Harry’s shaft, still reveling in the feel of his lover pumping deep inside him, filling him with hot, sticky come. Luke warm water poured down around them, and Draco shivered as Harry gently lowered him to the floor, supporting him so he wouldn’t slip. They both panted harshly, gasping for air in the steam filled room. Draco leaned into Harry and sighed when his lover drew him closer in a gentle hug. If the day had started like shite, this was by far the best possible way it could have ended.
He giggled when the last of the hot water ran out and the shower turned ice cold, causing Harry to jump and squeal. He reached around his shivering boyfriend and quickly turned the water off and grabbed for a towel with the other hand, wrapping Harry up in the fluffy warmth. He stretched up and kissed his nose tenderly, smiling. “I love you, Harry.”
Harry smiled back, looking a bit shy. “I love you too, Draco.”
xxxx
Oh my! The sap!! *blush*