Fic: No Excuses
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mini_festTitle: No Excuses
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Harry/Draco
Prompt(s):>#53 As a Secret Santa gift, either Harry or Draco are given a WWW Quick Quotes Quill that seems more intent on writing someone’s thoughts and feelings rather than what’s dictated.
Warnings: office!sex, a bit of spanking and rimming
Summary: Harry knows George’s gift spells trouble. He opens it anyway.
Word Count: ~2300
Disclaimer: Harry Potter world and characters belong to JK Rowling.
A/N:! Many thanks to S and E for the read through and to S for being a very thorough and helpful (and awesome) beta!
Harry sighs. For the third time that week, there's a present on his desk wrapped in WWW paper.
He has adamantly rejected George’s Secret Santa’s gift, after what happened last Christmas.
Despite his best efforts to avoid it, the present appeared wherever he went for the past week. Not even Hermione knew how to get rid of it when she tried to help, knowing how much Harry had suffered the year before.
He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.
Bracing himself, he cautiously approaches it.
With a wand in his shaking hand and the present in the other, he decides to finally open it.
He doesn’t know what to expect, but he’s sure it will be something dangerous, probably loud and explosive and–
It’s a quill.
It looks harmless in his hand. It’s in emerald green and Harry thinks he has seen it before.
He eyes it suspiciously and suddenly the image of the Auror department’s secretary flashes through his mind. It’s a standard Quick Quotes Quill.
Or at least that’s what it appears to be.
Shrugging, Harry sets it aside, thinking that maybe George has decided to go easy on him this year. He rummages through the stack of paperwork on his desk and pulls out a report that should have been on Kingsley’s desk two weeks ago.
Reading it through again, he tries to recall the events that led to the capture in question.
He dips his quill into his ink jar and starts writing, but no words appeared on the page.
Frowning, he repeats the action. The quill scratches across the paper, but the little column that says ‘methods of interrogation’ stays blank.
He opens his top drawer and tries with another quill.
Nothing appeared.
He looks at the very edge of his desk, where the Quick Quotes Quill lies, looking perfectly innocuous. Surely, George hadn’t…
“Oh fine!” he groans and starts using it. Oddly enough, that particular quill works just fine. Sometimes he thinks Fred and George could have rivalled Hermione had they ever used their brains for school.
When he’s done, he sends the report off to Kingsley and leans back in his chair. The day is moving slowly and he’s kind of missing Ron. He has taken a few days off to help Hermione with the children and Harry is bored to death without his partner.
“Potter!” Kingsley storms in a while later and throws his report on the desk. “What’s the meaning of this?”
Harry, who had been about to fall asleep is startled into jumping up and bumps his knee in the process.
“Ow!” Harry cries, grabbing his knee before asking, “Kingsley, what’s wrong?”
Fuming, Kingsley picks the report up again, reading aloud. “As soon as we had ensured the victim’s safety, we– god, how much I hate writing reports! I wonder what’s for lunch today?– blocked and countered the attack to– I still can’t believe Hermione has two children. I always thought I’d have a big family. I suppose that’s not going to happen now. –accompanied the victim to St. Mungo’s while I apparated with– He really does have a nice arse. If only he wasn’t such a git. But he seems to have changed… Maybe I should just ask him out sometime –finally confessed. With regards, Harry James Potter.”
Harry blinks.
“Let me see that,” he says and takes the report.
It’s all there, in black and white.
“That bastard!” Harry exclaims.
“Who?” Kingsley demands and leans on the edge of Ron’s desk. “You’d better have a good explanation for this, Potter.”
Harry is fuming, but he knows Kingsley won’t accept anything less than the truth. “This,” he says as calmly as possible and holds the green quill up at his fingertips, as far from his body as possible, “is George’s Secret Santa gift. I thought it is a normal Quick Quotes Quill, but apparently it writes down your… thoughts rather than what you want.”
Kingsley looks sympathetic for a moment. “Well, just make sure you have that report on my desk today. And no inappropriate comments this time.”
Harry nods, blushing furiously. “I will. Thanks, Kingsley.”
°*°*°*°*°*°*°
Harry is having a bad day. He has tried what seemed like every other quill in the whole Ministry, but nothing worked for him. In the end, he resorted to asking one of the other Aurors to write his report for him- after explaining why he couldn’t do so himself with a huge amount of embarrassment.
Harry is running late for a meeting. When he walks into the conference room, he’s not surprised to see that everyone else is already there.
He mumbles an apology and falls into the only remaining empty seat which is next to Malfoy. He expects Malfoy to sneer at him, but he only nods politely and turns to listen to Kingsley.
The Quick Quotes Quill floats next to Harry’s head and jumps into attention when Kingsley resumes speaking.
It scribbles away on the parchment, that’s lying in front of Harry’s desk and Harry sighs. At least these notes are his own.
Kingsley is talking about a case that Harry has no part in, Harry’s thoughts start drifting. He looks at the man next to him. Malfoy’s hair gleams gold in the evening sun that streams through the windows. He is frowning in concentration; there’s an adorable little line on his forehead which somehow makes him look younger.
Harry’s eyes follow Malfoy’s jawline, down to his broad shoulders and the muscular clothed thighs.
When he looks up at Malfoy’s face again, grey eyes are boring into his.
Harry holds his gaze for a moment and then he looks away, eyes fixing on the parchment before him and begins reading the last few lines the Quick Quotes Quill has written.
He’s so beautiful… I want to fuck him into my desk until he can’t walk straight anymore. I want him to beg for it until I give in and make him scream my name. I want to do it in my office with the door ajar. I want everyone to know that he’s mine, that he’ll never be anyone else’s ever again. I want Draco Malfoy more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
He expects something along those lines, but it’s a different thing altogether when he sees it for real. Just at that moment, Kingsley dismisses them and Harry gets up from his seat.
He throws Malfoy one last glance out of habit and pales, because Malfoy is scanning through Harry’s notes. Harry tries to pull the parchment away, but Malfoy stops him, hand closing around Harry’s wrist.
He rereads the last paragraph and then looks up at Harry.
“What the fuck is this, Potter?”
I’m going to kill George, Harry swears inwardly and jerks his arm away.
“It’s nothing,” he says, snatching the parchment away and walks out of the room so fast, that it can almost be called as running.
°*°*°*°*°*°*°
He slams the door of his office hard and falls down in his chair.
Shit, I’m so screwed.
There are hurried footsteps outside his office and then Malfoy bursts in, not bothering to knock.
“We aren’t finished yet, Potter,” he snaps.
Not expecting that Malfoy would come after him, he is completely caught off guard and scrambles to tell the truth.
“Look Malfoy, I didn’t mean to write that. This bloody quill writes down my thoughts and I can’t get it to stop!”
Only when Malfoy remains silent with a tense posture and an unreadable expression on his face, does Harry realize what he has just revealed about himself.
He opens his mouth to say something– anything that will make Malfoy forget that Harry has just admitted he wants to fuck him, but Malfoy found his voice first.
“Those are really your thoughts?” he croaks.
Harry blushes furiously and nods, unable to meet Malfoy’s eyes.
A few seconds pass and then Draco smirks. “Well, what are you waiting for then?”
Harry’s head jerks up sharply. “What?”
“Do I really need to repeat myself?” Draco asks and stares at him challengingly.
Suddenly, Harry feels hot all over. “I…,” he starts and Draco, whose patience has apparently ran out, pushes him back until the back of Harry’s thighs hit the desk. His eyes are dark with desire and he looks at Harry appraisingly as if trying to decide something. There are just a few inches left between them and Harry can almost taste the desire.
“You have one chance,” Draco breathes into Harry’s ear, “One chance to fulfil all of your desires. Take it or leave it, Potter?”
Harry’s breathing accelerates. He can’t believe this is happening.
There’s really only one answer.
“Take it,” he says and pulls Draco forward by the neck, kissing him hard.
Draco gives as good as he gets and the kiss turns from slow to passionate and violent. When they finally break apart, panting heavily their lips are red and bitten. Their eyes meet and the air around them is charged with desire and arousal and want.
Harry pushes back from the desk, reversing their positions effectively. Their bodies are as close as they can get with their clothes still on and Harry can feel Draco’s heart beating as frantically as his own.
He leans in and kisses him gently this time. Draco’s fingers start unbuttoning Harry’s shirt and he hurries to help him.
When Harry is finally naked, Draco’s hand immediately finds his already hard cock. His long fingers start stroking it and Harry almost bites his lip bloody in trying to suppress a moan.
Draco is still dressed, so Harry pulls him forward by his belt loop and pulls out his shirt. When he starts taking it off though, a pale hand wraps around his wrist.
“Don’t,” Draco says hoarsely.
Harry wants to ask, but Draco is pulling down his trousers, not even bothering with the belt and turns around in Harry’s arms.
“I want to do it like this,” he says and Harry gulps, because his cock is suddenly pressed up against Draco’s arse and he really doesn’t have any objections.
He starts kissing and biting his way down Draco’s neck from the spot under his ear to his collar. Draco moans appreciatively.
Harry’s hands push up Draco’s shirt and he lets them slide around him, until they’re resting just above Draco’s hip bones.
“Bend over,” he whispers into Draco’s ear and thinks he hears a moan. Interesting.
“Do you like being ordered around by me, Draco?” he asks and even though there’s no direct answer, the hitch in Draco’s breathing tells him enough. Harry steps back.
“Legs apart,” he commands and Draco hurries to obey, even though the trousers around his ankles restrict him to a certain distance.
Harry just looks at him for a minute, taking in the perspiration on the arched line of Draco’s back and the pale cheeks of his arse, just waiting to be licked.
“Already bored?” Draco asks and even though he’s obviously going for nonchalance, Harry can hear the uncertainty in his voice.
“Not at all,” he says and rests one hand on the small of Draco’s back, “Just deciding what to do with you.”
Draco shivers lightly and Harry slaps him, tentatively first, not knowing whether Draco’s into that sort of thing. When no objections come, Harry reaches around to grip Draco’s cock and when he slaps Draco again, harder this time, there is definitely a twitch and a faint groan.
“Do you like that?” Harry asks even though he already knows the answer. When Draco remains silent, Harry frowns, voice harsh. “I asked whether you like it.”
“Yes, I do, alright?” Draco snaps, “I just never… No one ever…”
“Okay,” Harry reassures him, massaging and caressing his arse.
Then he let’s his hand come down again, sharply. Draco jerks, obviously not expecting it. He doesn’t aks him to stop, so Harry smacks him again and again, until his hand aches and there’s a pattern of red handprints on Draco’s arse cheeks.
Harry pauses, examining his handiwork. He traces the lines with a single finger and Draco, having lost all restraint several minutes prior, whimpers.
“Please.”
Harry’s breathing stops for a moment and he can hear blood pulsing in his ears.
“Please what, Draco?” he asks and marvels at how controlled his voice sounds, when he’s feeling anything but control.
“Please anything,” Draco requests desperately and it’s precisely this moment that Harry knows he’s lost. He kneels down behind Draco, ignoring the little sounds he makes when Harry presses his fingers in the sensitive skin of his cheeks. He spreads them and circles the little puckered hole with his tongue.
“Harry… please.”
Harry wants to tease, he really does, but when Draco’s begging him like that, he just can’t.
Draco is a writhing mess as soon as he starts thrusting his tongue for real. He pushes back against Harry’s face and Harry hasn’t been this turned on ever.
He pulls back, panting and Draco makes a bereft sound.
“What do you want, Draco?”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” Draco responds immediately.
Harry gives Draco’s hole one last lick and gets up to his feet.
He looks down at Draco, bent over the desk, hair tousled and trembling with need and for a moment Harry has trouble breathing. He strokes Draco’s spine, feeling every single vertebra.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and deep and fast and you’re going to love it,” he says and Draco whimpers again.
“Please…”
It’s as if that’s the only word he knows anymore. The want is evident in his breathless voice and Harry does not want to keep him waiting.
He conjures some lube and applies it over his cock slowly and carefully, not wanting to end it all before it has even begun. It’s barely enough, but it will have to suffice. He grips Draco’s hip with one hand and aligns himself with the other, pushing in slowly.
Draco is clenching and unclenching around him and then he is in and it’s so fucking wonderful.
“Draco,” he says and his voice cracks.
He can’t believe that they’re doing this, that what he has dreamed about for the past few years has finally come true. Draco is pushing back against him impatiently and Harry runs a hand down his back again. He pulls back and thrusts in again, hard. It’s intoxicating and he never wants it to end. He fucks Draco into the desk, until Draco’s not the only one moaning anymore.
“Close…” Draco groans.
Harry reaches for Draco’s cock and starts pulling it, making him shudder and come within two strokes. It doesn’t take long until Harry follows him, losing himself in pure bliss.
°*°*°*°*°*°*°
Later that day, they lie in Harry’s bed at Grimmauld Place, both sleepy and satiated.
“You know, I should really write George a thank you note,” Harry says.
“Hmm.”
“Draco?” Harry prods him, but Draco is already asleep, his arm draped over Harry’s chest.
Harry smiles. Maybe he’ll forgive George for last Christmas after all.
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Harry/Draco
Prompt(s):>#53 As a Secret Santa gift, either Harry or Draco are given a WWW Quick Quotes Quill that seems more intent on writing someone’s thoughts and feelings rather than what’s dictated.
Warnings: office!sex, a bit of spanking and rimming
Summary: Harry knows George’s gift spells trouble. He opens it anyway.
Word Count: ~2300
Disclaimer: Harry Potter world and characters belong to JK Rowling.
A/N:! Many thanks to S and E for the read through and to S for being a very thorough and helpful (and awesome) beta!
Harry sighs. For the third time that week, there's a present on his desk wrapped in WWW paper.
He has adamantly rejected George’s Secret Santa’s gift, after what happened last Christmas.
Despite his best efforts to avoid it, the present appeared wherever he went for the past week. Not even Hermione knew how to get rid of it when she tried to help, knowing how much Harry had suffered the year before.
He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.
Bracing himself, he cautiously approaches it.
With a wand in his shaking hand and the present in the other, he decides to finally open it.
He doesn’t know what to expect, but he’s sure it will be something dangerous, probably loud and explosive and–
It’s a quill.
It looks harmless in his hand. It’s in emerald green and Harry thinks he has seen it before.
He eyes it suspiciously and suddenly the image of the Auror department’s secretary flashes through his mind. It’s a standard Quick Quotes Quill.
Or at least that’s what it appears to be.
Shrugging, Harry sets it aside, thinking that maybe George has decided to go easy on him this year. He rummages through the stack of paperwork on his desk and pulls out a report that should have been on Kingsley’s desk two weeks ago.
Reading it through again, he tries to recall the events that led to the capture in question.
He dips his quill into his ink jar and starts writing, but no words appeared on the page.
Frowning, he repeats the action. The quill scratches across the paper, but the little column that says ‘methods of interrogation’ stays blank.
He opens his top drawer and tries with another quill.
Nothing appeared.
He looks at the very edge of his desk, where the Quick Quotes Quill lies, looking perfectly innocuous. Surely, George hadn’t…
“Oh fine!” he groans and starts using it. Oddly enough, that particular quill works just fine. Sometimes he thinks Fred and George could have rivalled Hermione had they ever used their brains for school.
When he’s done, he sends the report off to Kingsley and leans back in his chair. The day is moving slowly and he’s kind of missing Ron. He has taken a few days off to help Hermione with the children and Harry is bored to death without his partner.
“Potter!” Kingsley storms in a while later and throws his report on the desk. “What’s the meaning of this?”
Harry, who had been about to fall asleep is startled into jumping up and bumps his knee in the process.
“Ow!” Harry cries, grabbing his knee before asking, “Kingsley, what’s wrong?”
Fuming, Kingsley picks the report up again, reading aloud. “As soon as we had ensured the victim’s safety, we– god, how much I hate writing reports! I wonder what’s for lunch today?– blocked and countered the attack to– I still can’t believe Hermione has two children. I always thought I’d have a big family. I suppose that’s not going to happen now. –accompanied the victim to St. Mungo’s while I apparated with– He really does have a nice arse. If only he wasn’t such a git. But he seems to have changed… Maybe I should just ask him out sometime –finally confessed. With regards, Harry James Potter.”
Harry blinks.
“Let me see that,” he says and takes the report.
It’s all there, in black and white.
“That bastard!” Harry exclaims.
“Who?” Kingsley demands and leans on the edge of Ron’s desk. “You’d better have a good explanation for this, Potter.”
Harry is fuming, but he knows Kingsley won’t accept anything less than the truth. “This,” he says as calmly as possible and holds the green quill up at his fingertips, as far from his body as possible, “is George’s Secret Santa gift. I thought it is a normal Quick Quotes Quill, but apparently it writes down your… thoughts rather than what you want.”
Kingsley looks sympathetic for a moment. “Well, just make sure you have that report on my desk today. And no inappropriate comments this time.”
Harry nods, blushing furiously. “I will. Thanks, Kingsley.”
°*°*°*°*°*°*°
Harry is having a bad day. He has tried what seemed like every other quill in the whole Ministry, but nothing worked for him. In the end, he resorted to asking one of the other Aurors to write his report for him- after explaining why he couldn’t do so himself with a huge amount of embarrassment.
Harry is running late for a meeting. When he walks into the conference room, he’s not surprised to see that everyone else is already there.
He mumbles an apology and falls into the only remaining empty seat which is next to Malfoy. He expects Malfoy to sneer at him, but he only nods politely and turns to listen to Kingsley.
The Quick Quotes Quill floats next to Harry’s head and jumps into attention when Kingsley resumes speaking.
It scribbles away on the parchment, that’s lying in front of Harry’s desk and Harry sighs. At least these notes are his own.
Kingsley is talking about a case that Harry has no part in, Harry’s thoughts start drifting. He looks at the man next to him. Malfoy’s hair gleams gold in the evening sun that streams through the windows. He is frowning in concentration; there’s an adorable little line on his forehead which somehow makes him look younger.
Harry’s eyes follow Malfoy’s jawline, down to his broad shoulders and the muscular clothed thighs.
When he looks up at Malfoy’s face again, grey eyes are boring into his.
Harry holds his gaze for a moment and then he looks away, eyes fixing on the parchment before him and begins reading the last few lines the Quick Quotes Quill has written.
He’s so beautiful… I want to fuck him into my desk until he can’t walk straight anymore. I want him to beg for it until I give in and make him scream my name. I want to do it in my office with the door ajar. I want everyone to know that he’s mine, that he’ll never be anyone else’s ever again. I want Draco Malfoy more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
He expects something along those lines, but it’s a different thing altogether when he sees it for real. Just at that moment, Kingsley dismisses them and Harry gets up from his seat.
He throws Malfoy one last glance out of habit and pales, because Malfoy is scanning through Harry’s notes. Harry tries to pull the parchment away, but Malfoy stops him, hand closing around Harry’s wrist.
He rereads the last paragraph and then looks up at Harry.
“What the fuck is this, Potter?”
I’m going to kill George, Harry swears inwardly and jerks his arm away.
“It’s nothing,” he says, snatching the parchment away and walks out of the room so fast, that it can almost be called as running.
°*°*°*°*°*°*°
He slams the door of his office hard and falls down in his chair.
Shit, I’m so screwed.
There are hurried footsteps outside his office and then Malfoy bursts in, not bothering to knock.
“We aren’t finished yet, Potter,” he snaps.
Not expecting that Malfoy would come after him, he is completely caught off guard and scrambles to tell the truth.
“Look Malfoy, I didn’t mean to write that. This bloody quill writes down my thoughts and I can’t get it to stop!”
Only when Malfoy remains silent with a tense posture and an unreadable expression on his face, does Harry realize what he has just revealed about himself.
He opens his mouth to say something– anything that will make Malfoy forget that Harry has just admitted he wants to fuck him, but Malfoy found his voice first.
“Those are really your thoughts?” he croaks.
Harry blushes furiously and nods, unable to meet Malfoy’s eyes.
A few seconds pass and then Draco smirks. “Well, what are you waiting for then?”
Harry’s head jerks up sharply. “What?”
“Do I really need to repeat myself?” Draco asks and stares at him challengingly.
Suddenly, Harry feels hot all over. “I…,” he starts and Draco, whose patience has apparently ran out, pushes him back until the back of Harry’s thighs hit the desk. His eyes are dark with desire and he looks at Harry appraisingly as if trying to decide something. There are just a few inches left between them and Harry can almost taste the desire.
“You have one chance,” Draco breathes into Harry’s ear, “One chance to fulfil all of your desires. Take it or leave it, Potter?”
Harry’s breathing accelerates. He can’t believe this is happening.
There’s really only one answer.
“Take it,” he says and pulls Draco forward by the neck, kissing him hard.
Draco gives as good as he gets and the kiss turns from slow to passionate and violent. When they finally break apart, panting heavily their lips are red and bitten. Their eyes meet and the air around them is charged with desire and arousal and want.
Harry pushes back from the desk, reversing their positions effectively. Their bodies are as close as they can get with their clothes still on and Harry can feel Draco’s heart beating as frantically as his own.
He leans in and kisses him gently this time. Draco’s fingers start unbuttoning Harry’s shirt and he hurries to help him.
When Harry is finally naked, Draco’s hand immediately finds his already hard cock. His long fingers start stroking it and Harry almost bites his lip bloody in trying to suppress a moan.
Draco is still dressed, so Harry pulls him forward by his belt loop and pulls out his shirt. When he starts taking it off though, a pale hand wraps around his wrist.
“Don’t,” Draco says hoarsely.
Harry wants to ask, but Draco is pulling down his trousers, not even bothering with the belt and turns around in Harry’s arms.
“I want to do it like this,” he says and Harry gulps, because his cock is suddenly pressed up against Draco’s arse and he really doesn’t have any objections.
He starts kissing and biting his way down Draco’s neck from the spot under his ear to his collar. Draco moans appreciatively.
Harry’s hands push up Draco’s shirt and he lets them slide around him, until they’re resting just above Draco’s hip bones.
“Bend over,” he whispers into Draco’s ear and thinks he hears a moan. Interesting.
“Do you like being ordered around by me, Draco?” he asks and even though there’s no direct answer, the hitch in Draco’s breathing tells him enough. Harry steps back.
“Legs apart,” he commands and Draco hurries to obey, even though the trousers around his ankles restrict him to a certain distance.
Harry just looks at him for a minute, taking in the perspiration on the arched line of Draco’s back and the pale cheeks of his arse, just waiting to be licked.
“Already bored?” Draco asks and even though he’s obviously going for nonchalance, Harry can hear the uncertainty in his voice.
“Not at all,” he says and rests one hand on the small of Draco’s back, “Just deciding what to do with you.”
Draco shivers lightly and Harry slaps him, tentatively first, not knowing whether Draco’s into that sort of thing. When no objections come, Harry reaches around to grip Draco’s cock and when he slaps Draco again, harder this time, there is definitely a twitch and a faint groan.
“Do you like that?” Harry asks even though he already knows the answer. When Draco remains silent, Harry frowns, voice harsh. “I asked whether you like it.”
“Yes, I do, alright?” Draco snaps, “I just never… No one ever…”
“Okay,” Harry reassures him, massaging and caressing his arse.
Then he let’s his hand come down again, sharply. Draco jerks, obviously not expecting it. He doesn’t aks him to stop, so Harry smacks him again and again, until his hand aches and there’s a pattern of red handprints on Draco’s arse cheeks.
Harry pauses, examining his handiwork. He traces the lines with a single finger and Draco, having lost all restraint several minutes prior, whimpers.
“Please.”
Harry’s breathing stops for a moment and he can hear blood pulsing in his ears.
“Please what, Draco?” he asks and marvels at how controlled his voice sounds, when he’s feeling anything but control.
“Please anything,” Draco requests desperately and it’s precisely this moment that Harry knows he’s lost. He kneels down behind Draco, ignoring the little sounds he makes when Harry presses his fingers in the sensitive skin of his cheeks. He spreads them and circles the little puckered hole with his tongue.
“Harry… please.”
Harry wants to tease, he really does, but when Draco’s begging him like that, he just can’t.
Draco is a writhing mess as soon as he starts thrusting his tongue for real. He pushes back against Harry’s face and Harry hasn’t been this turned on ever.
He pulls back, panting and Draco makes a bereft sound.
“What do you want, Draco?”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” Draco responds immediately.
Harry gives Draco’s hole one last lick and gets up to his feet.
He looks down at Draco, bent over the desk, hair tousled and trembling with need and for a moment Harry has trouble breathing. He strokes Draco’s spine, feeling every single vertebra.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and deep and fast and you’re going to love it,” he says and Draco whimpers again.
“Please…”
It’s as if that’s the only word he knows anymore. The want is evident in his breathless voice and Harry does not want to keep him waiting.
He conjures some lube and applies it over his cock slowly and carefully, not wanting to end it all before it has even begun. It’s barely enough, but it will have to suffice. He grips Draco’s hip with one hand and aligns himself with the other, pushing in slowly.
Draco is clenching and unclenching around him and then he is in and it’s so fucking wonderful.
“Draco,” he says and his voice cracks.
He can’t believe that they’re doing this, that what he has dreamed about for the past few years has finally come true. Draco is pushing back against him impatiently and Harry runs a hand down his back again. He pulls back and thrusts in again, hard. It’s intoxicating and he never wants it to end. He fucks Draco into the desk, until Draco’s not the only one moaning anymore.
“Close…” Draco groans.
Harry reaches for Draco’s cock and starts pulling it, making him shudder and come within two strokes. It doesn’t take long until Harry follows him, losing himself in pure bliss.
°*°*°*°*°*°*°
Later that day, they lie in Harry’s bed at Grimmauld Place, both sleepy and satiated.
“You know, I should really write George a thank you note,” Harry says.
“Hmm.”
“Draco?” Harry prods him, but Draco is already asleep, his arm draped over Harry’s chest.
Harry smiles. Maybe he’ll forgive George for last Christmas after all.
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Date: 2011-12-05 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-06 01:03 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2011-12-06 02:33 am (UTC)LOL! Poor Harry, his secret is out now...
“You have one chance,” Draco breathes into Harry’s ear, “One chance to fulfil all of your desires. Take it or leave it, Potter?”...
...“Take it,” he says and pulls Draco forward by the neck, kissing him hard.
Oh yeeaaah :)
“Please…”
It’s as if that’s the only word he knows anymore.
Wow. Nice line there, hubba hubba...
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Date: 2011-12-08 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-22 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-25 01:33 am (UTC)How did I not see this when it first posted?!
That was totally hot and I LOVE Draco chasing Harry down only then to let him take charge like he did!
LMAO, now I want to know what George came up with to traumatise Harry so! XD Also poor Kingsley, he might have thought those words were about him! *grins* ENTER: EPIC MORTIFICATION! :D
Also, office sex is just so RAWR!!! :D
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Date: 2012-01-06 06:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-06 06:59 pm (UTC)