nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in hp_may_madness, @ 2016-05-19 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #madness2016, author: nimrod_9, kink: hand job |
A funny thing / Draco/Harry / rating nc-17
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 19
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 881
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, Handjobs all around and a Parseltongue kink
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry removed the pot he made yesterday from the kiln and twirled it in his hand. It had dried nicely. He got to work on a couple more before the shop opened. With the door unlocked, he gathered his supplies and started to work. He finished two that were ready for drying, each with its own personality. If the shop was slow, he might be able to create a couple more. The open sign was flipped over and the shop was open.
Business was slow. Harry turned his little blossom pot over in his hands. The small ones would be lovely with a squat candle in them or as a holder for something likely to roll. A larger one, it came to him suddenly, it could hold a blown glass sphere. He could combine his two mediums, this could be interesting. His fingers itched to start, but for today he could just work out a few dimensions and perhaps additional cutouts. He grabbed a piece of parchment and began to draw.
The bell above the door tinkled and Harry glanced at the clock first and the customer second.
"I don't see any dildos. Hiding them?" Draco smirked.
"No, I made a couple of pots, had a few customers and got caught up drawing some new designs. How did your afternoon go?" Harry asked as he shoved the parchments under the counter.
"Mother sends her regards."
"You told her you'd been with me?!" Harry boggled.
"No, not you personally. She said I had a glow and she wanted to know who my new man was. I told her I didn't have one. She told me I wasn't wearing my own shirt." Draco grinned.
"So Slytherin versus Slytherin. Who won?" Harry returned the smile.
"It was a draw." Draco confirmed.
Harry laughed. "She won, didn't she?"
"I couldn't defend the shirt, but I didn't name names." Draco huffed. "So what was that you hid under the counter?"
"Nothing much, just some sketches." Harry picked up the pot from the previous day.
"Oh no, if you don't show me I'll tell your friends you were making dildos. They'll believe me, because even as you deny it you'll blush."
"Fine." Harry retrieved the drawings. "These are for different sizes of that, along with different cutout sections in addition to the petals. Here is a large one, I was trying to work out the dimensions and a way to insert a blown-glass globe. I was thinking kind of like a gazing ball."
"This is interesting." Draco pointed at the cutouts. "And the gazing ball idea, if it works even half as well as this sketch you'll have a queue of wizarding gardeners out the door clamoring for them."
"Really?" Harry enjoyed his work and it sold fairly well, but he had always attributed most of his success to his name not his questionable artistic talent.
"They're British and they're gardeners need I say more?" Draco shook his head. "So you promised me a blowjob or a sound rimming."
"I…" Harry sputtered. "I did not! You made lewd suggestions in my kitchen."
"Yes, I did." Draco leered. "After I buggered you thoroughly."
"Fuck!" Harry groaned.
"Exactly." Draco grinned and hopped up on the counter. With a flick of his wand he locked the door.
"What is with you and sitting on counters?"
"I've discovered I like it." Draco hooked a leg around the back of Harry's thigh and pulled him in. "How do you do the thing with the window?"
Harry reached for his wand and cast the spell. "I'm starving." His stomach growled.
"Me too." Draco used the other leg to press them together groin to groin. "You first then food." He kissed Harry.
"You are going to be the death of me." Harry gasped for breath a few minutes later.
Draco waggled his eyebrows. "I have been working on it for years." He captured Harry's lips again and hooked his fingers in his belt loops. Draco's fingers quested over the waistband to stoke the springy soft hair of his lower belly. Harry pulled back.
"Touch me." He whispered.
"Only if you touch me." Draco responded.
Eager hands worked buttons and zips. Draco won and played with Harry's hard prick. The dark-haired wizard's fingers faltered as he was distracted in a most erotic way. Finally, he gathered himself enough to complete his task.
"Lube?" Harry gulped.
Draco shook his head as his fingers slid over Harry's prick. "You're dripping enough." He spread the pre-come between them and used his nimble fingers to help produce more.
Harry hissed.
"Hurt?" Draco asked.
Harry shook his head. "That one spot…gods…"
Draco used his nail and the pad of his thumb to make Harry hiss some more. Suddenly, there was a change and there were words that weren't English. Draco's prick throbbed violently in Harry's hand. Harry's eyes twinkled as he seduced Draco with Parseltongue. Draco grabbed them both between his hands.
"That hissing…Potter…stop. I'm going to make a fool of myself."
Harry continued the hushing sibilant sounds.
"Fuck!" Draco wheezed.
Harry felt the first pulse of Draco's orgasm along his shaft before he saw the thick white cream erupted over his hands. Parseltongue turned to a strangled groan and he joined in making a sticky mess of them both.