FIC: Day 2, Order in the Court (Neville/Draco)
Title: Order in the Court Characters/Pairing: Neville/Draco Word Count: 537 Rating: R Warnings: none Challenge: Law, partially clothed sex Author's Notes: Unbeta'd, so please let me know if you spot things that need to be fixed. Oral sex, oh-god-they-might-catch-us sex.
The door to the office slammed behind them. Neville found himself flattened against it, the ornate doorknob digging into his back, and Malfoy digging into his front.
"Dr—" He was cut off by a fervent kiss, which was very difficult not to succumb to. Still, mindful of his duty, he pushed his would-be assailant away, by a few inches, at least. "Draco, what the hell? This isn't the time!"
Draco placed a kiss on the Wizengamot seal at Neville's shoulder. "Please, Neville. Just... Open the robe right there, will you? Save me having to lift it up."
Automatically, Neville's fingers went to the buttons at the bottom of his judicial robes. Then he caught himself and huffed, trying to slide sideways out of reach of his law clerk, who seemed to be half-transfigured into an octopus. "I will not open my robes! Honestly, what are you thinking of? It's only a recess. Someone could come into this office at any time!"
"Not without knocking, Your Honor." Malfoy fell to his knees; his hands found their way under the hem of stiff black dupioni and crept up Neville's shins. "Come on, please, I'll be quick, I swear, just unbutton, will you?"
It was impossible to resist Draco Malfoy on his knees. Even though Neville knew that was the biggest reason Malfoy had taken that posture, it didn't keep him from looking down with a sigh and lifting the hem of the robe to slide one button after the other out of their keeping holes.
"Yesssss..." Draco hissed, and dove under the fall of midnight silk. His lips needed no light to guide them; they had found Neville's cock many, many times before. The first touch of that wet heat made Neville sag back against the door; he braced his feet and gave in to the ravenous mouth that seemed intent on devouring him entirely.
Reaching down, he slipped his fingers into his lover's hair. The contrast was delectable, white-blond against the deepest black. Malfoy's head bobbed in and out; he alternated suction with a sinuous, sinful tongue action that had Neville biting his own fist to keep from crying out.
Malfoy was right; it didn't take long until Neville came down his throat, holding on to his head and jerking into the back of his throat. Draco moaned at that and lapped at the softening cock like it was a treat being taken away. Neville rocked his hips back and gave a gentle push to Draco's shoulders.
"That was luscious. Really luscious. But we need to get ourselves back in order."
Coming to his feet, Malfoy wiped at his lips with the back of his hand. "It was lovely, wasn't it? I know you love it when I waylay you like this."
Finishing with his buttons, Neville directed a quick Scourgify at himself and one at Draco. "How can I not love a blow-job by my exceedingly hot lover? But Draco, you've got to get over this fascination with my robes."
"It's not just the robes. It's the wig, too." Draco smirked and straightened the item in question, just as a knock sounded on the door.
"You are impossible!" Neville hissed, but his smile said so much more.