FIC: Recess (Harry/Draco, NC17)
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dysonrulesI was supposed to write this yesterday for BLOWJOB DAY, but work decided to kick my arse and then my darling child needed my laptop, so I started reading an actual BOOK *gasp*, but I got up early and wrote this. It's just a drabble, but it needed to be done. I am killing multiple birds with one stone here! It's based on the amazing pic by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wincest_drarry , written for Blowjob Day at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
insaners , with a side of GUH for byaghro 's birthday, and will hopefully cheer up bryoneybrynn (who was having a crap day yesterday) and taradiane (who is MOVING, isn't that FUN?) And for the rest of my f-list because I know I haven't been writing enough lately. Well, I have been WRITING, you just can't read it yet. SMOOCHFEST, WOOT!
Anyway, on to the ficlet:
Recess
Harry shrugged off his Auror robe and tossed it on the marble bench before sprawling next to it. The tea in the paper cup he held was weak and needed less sugar, but he had been distracted.
The object of his distraction exited the lift, glanced around the small courtyard, and then spotted Harry. He paused and a flicker of emotion crossed his handsome features. Harry's heart began to thud in a familiar manner and he took another tepid drink while waiting to see what Malfoy would do.
Finally, Malfoy turned and walked towards Harry before turning to sit elegantly on the space next to him. He rested the ridiculous snake cane against his knee and sighed heavily. Harry didn't move other than to examine the inside of his paper cup and swirl the dark residue.
"Nice monocle," Harry said after a moment of silence.
"Shit," Malfoy said and reached up to remove it. "No wonder I'm getting a headache."
"Well, it does make you look… I dunno, old? That's the purpose of it, right?"
Malfoy turned to glare at him. "I do not look old!"
Harry lifted the cup and hid his chuckle behind it. Malfoy was so easy to rile, just like in the old days. Malfoy sniffed and looked away.
"Besides, the purpose is to enable me to see every nuance of expression on the faces of the Wizengamot. Bloody Ernest Thompkins is going to vote against my client just because I'm defending him. He's not even paying attention to the evidence."
Harry leaned back a bit and rested his right hand on the bench. The small room had been spelled to mimic a garden, complete with a bright blue sky and fluttering birds adoring small trees clustered with pink blossoms. He smiled when he realized that Malfoy's petulant ranting was soothing rather than annoying. He wondered exactly when that had happened, and figured it must have been about the time he had compared Malfoy's grey eyes to the colour of a storm-ridden sky.
Harry scanned the faux garden. An older wizard smoked a pipe and wandered the path, muttering to himself. Two secretaries occupied a bench similar to Harry's, their heads were bent together. They seemed to be paying him and Malfoy no mind, thankfully. The two of them seemed to draw attention whenever they were together and it always caused Malfoy to draw into himself and don his "Malfoy mask".
Malfoy sighed and watched the old wizard tap the ashes from his pipe. "You're not listening to me."
"Of course I am. I like it when you rant."
Malfoy said nothing, but he reached up to brush a lock of blond hair away from his forehead and then dropped his hand to the bench. His palm rested just over the tips of Harry's fingertips. Harry nearly dropped his cup. Malfoy was not given to any displays of public affection, not ever. They had both agreed that their relationship remain secret, lest the news destroy both their careers.
And yet…
Harry inched his hand forward, pushing just beneath Malfoy's hand until he felt Malfoy's pinky curl around his index finger. Harry drained his cup to cover the fact that he was blushing and his heart was pounding wildly. It wasn't even real hand-holding, for fuck's sake.
"How long is this recess?" Harry asked, striving for casual instead of breathless.
"Thirty minutes."
"Long enough to…?"
"Hell, yes."
"I'll meet you there." Harry got to his feet, grazing his thumb over Malfoy's hand as he pulled away and headed for Malfoy's office.
Five minutes later, Malfoy's hands were curled around the edges of his desk, holding on tightly. His trousers were bunched at his ankles and Harry stared up into those storm-grey eyes as he took Malfoy's cock deep into his throat.
Malfoy made an unintelligible sound that Harry took as approval. He swirled his tongue around the base, licking up the ridged vein and then lavishing extra attention on the head, dipping his tongue into the slit over and over. One hand left the desk to curl into Harry's hair loosely, not pulling… yet.
Harry's hands gripped Malfoy's hipbones. He fucking loved Malfoy's hipbones; they were the most perfect hipbones ever to grace a man, and seemed to fit Harry's hands as if they were made to be held.
They were almost as perfect as Malfoy's cock. Harry let go of it in order to lean back and admire it for a moment, long and wet and gleaming. It twitched at Harry's perusal and then his hair was tugged, quite firmly, and he looked away from Malfoy's beautiful cock to see the grey eyes watching him with a silent admonition to get on with it, but a smile curved Malfoy's lips and Harry grinned back.
Then he took the length into his mouth again, swallowing deep. One of his hands let go of Malfoy's hip to press against his own erection, straining against his trousers.
"Don't," Malfoy said. "Mine."
The words went straight to Harry's cock, making it throb even worse, but he obediently removed his hand, knowing Malfoy would take care of him once he finished. The thought caused him to nearly choke himself, taking Malfoy in until his nose brushed the blond curls.
"Fuck, Potter."
Harry heard the brush of fabric and he glanced up to see Malfoy's affixing the monocle to his eye. A new rush of lust swept through him and he dragged his lips up Malfoy's cock with exaggerated slowness, knowing Malfoy watched every nuance, and then he lapped and licked eagerly at the cockhead, making certain his borderline-worship was evident in his expression.
Malfoy's breathing sounded almost tortured and he bit his lower lip, muffling a cry, and came all over Harry's lips and tongue. Harry shut his eyes and took it all, swallowing what he could and then licking Malfoy clean, feeling the warm fluid trickling down his chin.
The pressure on his hair increased as Malfoy dragged him to his feet and kissed him. It was a long, lingering, searching kiss, as if Malfoy sought answers to questions he could not ask aloud.
Yes, Harry thought. Yes, yes.
Malfoy's hand—the one not still clutching his hair—slid down Harry's back and cupped his arse, dragging him forward until his erection pushed against Malfoy's spent cock. It probably felt uncomfortable, but Malfoy made no protest.
"Your turn," Malfoy said, coming up for air and panting against Harry's lips.
"No," Harry said. "Later. Not enough time now for all the things I want you to do to me."
Malfoy groaned and kissed him again. "All right. Your place, right after work?"
"I'll get take-away." Harry knew from experience that it would grow cold in the cartons, but still tasted wonderful when reheated and eaten while sprawled atop tangled sheets.
"Perfect," Malfoy said. And it was.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BYAGHRO, DARLING!!!! Also, I thinkvaysh11 mentioned she was also writing a fic based on that pic, to which I can only say HELL YES, MORE PLEASE. I hope it's novel-length. *waits impatiently* Also, also hd_quidditch will be late today because I have many child-related errands to run.
wincest_drarry , written for Blowjob Day at insaners , with a side of GUH for byaghro 's birthday, and will hopefully cheer up bryoneybrynn (who was having a crap day yesterday) and taradiane (who is MOVING, isn't that FUN?) And for the rest of my f-list because I know I haven't been writing enough lately. Well, I have been WRITING, you just can't read it yet. SMOOCHFEST, WOOT!Anyway, on to the ficlet:
Recess
Harry shrugged off his Auror robe and tossed it on the marble bench before sprawling next to it. The tea in the paper cup he held was weak and needed less sugar, but he had been distracted.
The object of his distraction exited the lift, glanced around the small courtyard, and then spotted Harry. He paused and a flicker of emotion crossed his handsome features. Harry's heart began to thud in a familiar manner and he took another tepid drink while waiting to see what Malfoy would do.
Finally, Malfoy turned and walked towards Harry before turning to sit elegantly on the space next to him. He rested the ridiculous snake cane against his knee and sighed heavily. Harry didn't move other than to examine the inside of his paper cup and swirl the dark residue.
"Nice monocle," Harry said after a moment of silence.
"Shit," Malfoy said and reached up to remove it. "No wonder I'm getting a headache."
"Well, it does make you look… I dunno, old? That's the purpose of it, right?"
Malfoy turned to glare at him. "I do not look old!"
Harry lifted the cup and hid his chuckle behind it. Malfoy was so easy to rile, just like in the old days. Malfoy sniffed and looked away.
"Besides, the purpose is to enable me to see every nuance of expression on the faces of the Wizengamot. Bloody Ernest Thompkins is going to vote against my client just because I'm defending him. He's not even paying attention to the evidence."
Harry leaned back a bit and rested his right hand on the bench. The small room had been spelled to mimic a garden, complete with a bright blue sky and fluttering birds adoring small trees clustered with pink blossoms. He smiled when he realized that Malfoy's petulant ranting was soothing rather than annoying. He wondered exactly when that had happened, and figured it must have been about the time he had compared Malfoy's grey eyes to the colour of a storm-ridden sky.
Harry scanned the faux garden. An older wizard smoked a pipe and wandered the path, muttering to himself. Two secretaries occupied a bench similar to Harry's, their heads were bent together. They seemed to be paying him and Malfoy no mind, thankfully. The two of them seemed to draw attention whenever they were together and it always caused Malfoy to draw into himself and don his "Malfoy mask".
Malfoy sighed and watched the old wizard tap the ashes from his pipe. "You're not listening to me."
"Of course I am. I like it when you rant."
Malfoy said nothing, but he reached up to brush a lock of blond hair away from his forehead and then dropped his hand to the bench. His palm rested just over the tips of Harry's fingertips. Harry nearly dropped his cup. Malfoy was not given to any displays of public affection, not ever. They had both agreed that their relationship remain secret, lest the news destroy both their careers.
And yet…
Harry inched his hand forward, pushing just beneath Malfoy's hand until he felt Malfoy's pinky curl around his index finger. Harry drained his cup to cover the fact that he was blushing and his heart was pounding wildly. It wasn't even real hand-holding, for fuck's sake.
"How long is this recess?" Harry asked, striving for casual instead of breathless.
"Thirty minutes."
"Long enough to…?"
"Hell, yes."
"I'll meet you there." Harry got to his feet, grazing his thumb over Malfoy's hand as he pulled away and headed for Malfoy's office.
Five minutes later, Malfoy's hands were curled around the edges of his desk, holding on tightly. His trousers were bunched at his ankles and Harry stared up into those storm-grey eyes as he took Malfoy's cock deep into his throat.
Malfoy made an unintelligible sound that Harry took as approval. He swirled his tongue around the base, licking up the ridged vein and then lavishing extra attention on the head, dipping his tongue into the slit over and over. One hand left the desk to curl into Harry's hair loosely, not pulling… yet.
Harry's hands gripped Malfoy's hipbones. He fucking loved Malfoy's hipbones; they were the most perfect hipbones ever to grace a man, and seemed to fit Harry's hands as if they were made to be held.
They were almost as perfect as Malfoy's cock. Harry let go of it in order to lean back and admire it for a moment, long and wet and gleaming. It twitched at Harry's perusal and then his hair was tugged, quite firmly, and he looked away from Malfoy's beautiful cock to see the grey eyes watching him with a silent admonition to get on with it, but a smile curved Malfoy's lips and Harry grinned back.
Then he took the length into his mouth again, swallowing deep. One of his hands let go of Malfoy's hip to press against his own erection, straining against his trousers.
"Don't," Malfoy said. "Mine."
The words went straight to Harry's cock, making it throb even worse, but he obediently removed his hand, knowing Malfoy would take care of him once he finished. The thought caused him to nearly choke himself, taking Malfoy in until his nose brushed the blond curls.
"Fuck, Potter."
Harry heard the brush of fabric and he glanced up to see Malfoy's affixing the monocle to his eye. A new rush of lust swept through him and he dragged his lips up Malfoy's cock with exaggerated slowness, knowing Malfoy watched every nuance, and then he lapped and licked eagerly at the cockhead, making certain his borderline-worship was evident in his expression.
Malfoy's breathing sounded almost tortured and he bit his lower lip, muffling a cry, and came all over Harry's lips and tongue. Harry shut his eyes and took it all, swallowing what he could and then licking Malfoy clean, feeling the warm fluid trickling down his chin.
The pressure on his hair increased as Malfoy dragged him to his feet and kissed him. It was a long, lingering, searching kiss, as if Malfoy sought answers to questions he could not ask aloud.
Yes, Harry thought. Yes, yes.
Malfoy's hand—the one not still clutching his hair—slid down Harry's back and cupped his arse, dragging him forward until his erection pushed against Malfoy's spent cock. It probably felt uncomfortable, but Malfoy made no protest.
"Your turn," Malfoy said, coming up for air and panting against Harry's lips.
"No," Harry said. "Later. Not enough time now for all the things I want you to do to me."
Malfoy groaned and kissed him again. "All right. Your place, right after work?"
"I'll get take-away." Harry knew from experience that it would grow cold in the cartons, but still tasted wonderful when reheated and eaten while sprawled atop tangled sheets.
"Perfect," Malfoy said. And it was.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BYAGHRO, DARLING!!!! Also, I think
vaysh11 mentioned she was also writing a fic based on that pic, to which I can only say HELL YES, MORE PLEASE. I hope it's novel-length. *waits impatiently* Also, also hd_quidditch will be late today because I have many child-related errands to run.