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hd_365 but still on time-ish, if that makes sense. Written for the "bubbles" prompt. I wrote something else but I'm going to hold that in reserve. This is a continuation of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enchanted_jae's fic from yesterday. I'd check the link but my internet is down and I can only get semagic to work, for some frikken reason.
Title: Ultimate Fiasco
Pairing: Err, duh?
Wordcount: 1087
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cursewords (or misuse of the word fuck), dirty talk, smut
Summary: The world was coming to an end. There was no hope left as far as Draco was concerned. Yesterday had been horribly traumatic and nothing had been his fault. It was Potter’s fault that he’d been chewing that gum, Potter’s fault that he tossed it to the side and Potter’s fault they’d shagged like bunnies.
The world was coming to an end. There was no hope left as far as Draco was concerned. Yesterday had been horribly traumatic and nothing had been his fault. It was Potter’s fault that he’d been chewing that gum, Potter’s fault that he tossed it to the side and Potter’s fault they’d shagged like bunnies. It was all that popping and crackling of the bubbles.
Draco had been forced to rub peanut butter, peanut butter of all things, into his hair until the sticky mess had left his hair. The world was ending because, even now, Draco’s hair had a section that was a bit shinier and oilier than the rest of it. Someone had had the audacity to comment on that minor imperfection today. A Malfoy never looked anything other than perfect and it was all Potter’s fault that the world was collapsing.
“Fucking Potter.” He muttered under his breath as he remembered the humiliation that had spread through his body as some former Hufflepuff dared to comment on his hair.
“What did I do now?” Harry’s sardonic voice broke into his muttering before he could continue disparaging his lover.
“My hair, Potter, you fucked with my hair and now you owe me.” Crossing his arms as he turned to face Harry, Draco sneered.
“How did I fuck with your hair, Malfoy?” Harry looked clueless and for a second, Draco almost relented.
“I had sticky nasty pink shite in my hair, Potter. And do you know where that sticky nasty pink shite came from?” Draco watched as Harry winced in remembrance of the day before.
“From you tossing my gum to the side when you jumped me?” Draco let out a growl before lunging across the room. A chair hit the ground and made a horrible racket as Draco tackled Harry. Keeping a light grip, Draco held Harry by the throat as he sat on his lovers chest.
“You fucking owe me, Potter. Don’t you dare blame this…”With an angry gesture, Draco lifted a hand towards his hair before lowering it back down around Harry’s throat. “catastrophe on me. If you hadn’t been popping and cracking those fucking bubbles, I wouldn’t have a grease slick in my hair. My HAIR, Potter.” Even as he yelled at Harry, Draco could feel something poking his bum. He squirmed back a bit and inwardly grinned as Harry turned an interesting shade of red.
“It’s just hair, Draco.” The dawning awareness on Harry’s face made Draco smirk once again. “What I meant to say was that it’s easily washed out.”
“Do you really think that I haven’t washed my hair since the peanut butter? Do you think me so uncouth that I would go to work with unwashed and peanut butter smelling hair? Do you truly think that I have so few manners as to think that is acceptable behaviour? Do you?” Draco punctuated each demand with a rock backwards towards the hardness behind him. As the moan slipped out of Harry’s mouth, Draco ground his arse over the top of it. “Are you getting off on this, Potter?”
“You’re hot when you’re pissed off, Draco, you know that. You get all pink and flushed and you look like, Christ, you look like you’re getting off on it too.” When Harry suddenly gripped Draco’s groin, Draco realized how hard he was.
“That’s how you’re going to make it up to me, Harry.” Before Harry could ask for an explanation, Draco pushed his lover’s hand away from his pants and undid the zipper. Unable to help the sigh of relief as his cock sprang free, Draco leaned forward until he was on all fours, his cock hovering over Harry’s mouth. “You’re going to suck it while I fuck your mouth.”
As Harry moaned at Draco’s rough words, Draco thrust his hips until his prick was touching Harry’s lips. “Open up.”
Harry obeyed and Draco pushed forward until he was shallowly seated in Harry’s mouth. He pulled back and thrust again. When Harry’s hand reached to undo his own zipper, Draco shifted so that he balanced on one hand. With his now free hand, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pushed it under his calf. He quickly repeated the gesture with Harry’s other hand.
“You’re not going to touch yourself. If you come, it’s without help. That’s your punishment.” The words purred out of Draco’s mouth as he kept up a steady rhythm. The vibration of Harry’s answer brought Draco close to the edge. It was too hot, too much, too soon, too everything as he continued to fuck Harry’s mouth.
“Do you like me like this? Do you like taking it like this?” Draco sneered down at Harry. His lover groaned as Draco continued, “do you like it when I fuck your mouth? I like you like this. You have no idea if I’m going to go too deep.” Draco thrust a bit further and Harry moaned around his prick.
“You have no idea if I’m going to go too shallow.” Draco barely pushed the tip into Harry’s mouth. “Suck me, Harry. Don’t forget to suck me.”
Harry obeyed and the suction around Draco’s cock as he continued to thrust into Harry’s mouth was almost enough to send Draco over the edge. First, though, Draco wanted Harry to come untouched.
“Are you going to come for me? You know you want to come in your pants. Do it, Harry.” The silky seductive tone was enough as Harry screamed around Draco’s cock. Draco continued for a minute more before succumbing to his own climax. When he was done, Draco pulled out and dropped backwards until he was resting on his knees, his chest aligned with Harry’s. His eyes slid shut as he felt the reverberations of the racing heartbeat underneath him.
“Christ, Draco, if messing up your hair makes you this hot, you should sleep with one eye open.” Draco opened one eye at that remark.
“Don’t even think it, Potter. Let’s not forget that I happen to know far too many hexes, curses and potions. Do you truly want the runs for days on end?” The rumble in Harry’s chest barely gave any warning before Harry burst out laughing.
“If I have the shits, I’m not really going to be able to keep up with the shag a day, you know.” Draco smirked as he continued to lay on Harry. Harry was right but Draco didn’t want to admit it. Instead, he merely listened as the heartbeat relaxed underneath him.
“Whatever, Potter.”
I hope it was worth the wait. As always, I'd love to hear what you think. Concrit welcomed with open arms.
hd_365 but still on time-ish, if that makes sense. Written for the "bubbles" prompt. I wrote something else but I'm going to hold that in reserve. This is a continuation of enchanted_jae's fic from yesterday. I'd check the link but my internet is down and I can only get semagic to work, for some frikken reason. Title: Ultimate Fiasco
Pairing: Err, duh?
Wordcount: 1087
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cursewords (or misuse of the word fuck), dirty talk, smut
Summary: The world was coming to an end. There was no hope left as far as Draco was concerned. Yesterday had been horribly traumatic and nothing had been his fault. It was Potter’s fault that he’d been chewing that gum, Potter’s fault that he tossed it to the side and Potter’s fault they’d shagged like bunnies.
The world was coming to an end. There was no hope left as far as Draco was concerned. Yesterday had been horribly traumatic and nothing had been his fault. It was Potter’s fault that he’d been chewing that gum, Potter’s fault that he tossed it to the side and Potter’s fault they’d shagged like bunnies. It was all that popping and crackling of the bubbles.
Draco had been forced to rub peanut butter, peanut butter of all things, into his hair until the sticky mess had left his hair. The world was ending because, even now, Draco’s hair had a section that was a bit shinier and oilier than the rest of it. Someone had had the audacity to comment on that minor imperfection today. A Malfoy never looked anything other than perfect and it was all Potter’s fault that the world was collapsing.
“Fucking Potter.” He muttered under his breath as he remembered the humiliation that had spread through his body as some former Hufflepuff dared to comment on his hair.
“What did I do now?” Harry’s sardonic voice broke into his muttering before he could continue disparaging his lover.
“My hair, Potter, you fucked with my hair and now you owe me.” Crossing his arms as he turned to face Harry, Draco sneered.
“How did I fuck with your hair, Malfoy?” Harry looked clueless and for a second, Draco almost relented.
“I had sticky nasty pink shite in my hair, Potter. And do you know where that sticky nasty pink shite came from?” Draco watched as Harry winced in remembrance of the day before.
“From you tossing my gum to the side when you jumped me?” Draco let out a growl before lunging across the room. A chair hit the ground and made a horrible racket as Draco tackled Harry. Keeping a light grip, Draco held Harry by the throat as he sat on his lovers chest.
“You fucking owe me, Potter. Don’t you dare blame this…”With an angry gesture, Draco lifted a hand towards his hair before lowering it back down around Harry’s throat. “catastrophe on me. If you hadn’t been popping and cracking those fucking bubbles, I wouldn’t have a grease slick in my hair. My HAIR, Potter.” Even as he yelled at Harry, Draco could feel something poking his bum. He squirmed back a bit and inwardly grinned as Harry turned an interesting shade of red.
“It’s just hair, Draco.” The dawning awareness on Harry’s face made Draco smirk once again. “What I meant to say was that it’s easily washed out.”
“Do you really think that I haven’t washed my hair since the peanut butter? Do you think me so uncouth that I would go to work with unwashed and peanut butter smelling hair? Do you truly think that I have so few manners as to think that is acceptable behaviour? Do you?” Draco punctuated each demand with a rock backwards towards the hardness behind him. As the moan slipped out of Harry’s mouth, Draco ground his arse over the top of it. “Are you getting off on this, Potter?”
“You’re hot when you’re pissed off, Draco, you know that. You get all pink and flushed and you look like, Christ, you look like you’re getting off on it too.” When Harry suddenly gripped Draco’s groin, Draco realized how hard he was.
“That’s how you’re going to make it up to me, Harry.” Before Harry could ask for an explanation, Draco pushed his lover’s hand away from his pants and undid the zipper. Unable to help the sigh of relief as his cock sprang free, Draco leaned forward until he was on all fours, his cock hovering over Harry’s mouth. “You’re going to suck it while I fuck your mouth.”
As Harry moaned at Draco’s rough words, Draco thrust his hips until his prick was touching Harry’s lips. “Open up.”
Harry obeyed and Draco pushed forward until he was shallowly seated in Harry’s mouth. He pulled back and thrust again. When Harry’s hand reached to undo his own zipper, Draco shifted so that he balanced on one hand. With his now free hand, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pushed it under his calf. He quickly repeated the gesture with Harry’s other hand.
“You’re not going to touch yourself. If you come, it’s without help. That’s your punishment.” The words purred out of Draco’s mouth as he kept up a steady rhythm. The vibration of Harry’s answer brought Draco close to the edge. It was too hot, too much, too soon, too everything as he continued to fuck Harry’s mouth.
“Do you like me like this? Do you like taking it like this?” Draco sneered down at Harry. His lover groaned as Draco continued, “do you like it when I fuck your mouth? I like you like this. You have no idea if I’m going to go too deep.” Draco thrust a bit further and Harry moaned around his prick.
“You have no idea if I’m going to go too shallow.” Draco barely pushed the tip into Harry’s mouth. “Suck me, Harry. Don’t forget to suck me.”
Harry obeyed and the suction around Draco’s cock as he continued to thrust into Harry’s mouth was almost enough to send Draco over the edge. First, though, Draco wanted Harry to come untouched.
“Are you going to come for me? You know you want to come in your pants. Do it, Harry.” The silky seductive tone was enough as Harry screamed around Draco’s cock. Draco continued for a minute more before succumbing to his own climax. When he was done, Draco pulled out and dropped backwards until he was resting on his knees, his chest aligned with Harry’s. His eyes slid shut as he felt the reverberations of the racing heartbeat underneath him.
“Christ, Draco, if messing up your hair makes you this hot, you should sleep with one eye open.” Draco opened one eye at that remark.
“Don’t even think it, Potter. Let’s not forget that I happen to know far too many hexes, curses and potions. Do you truly want the runs for days on end?” The rumble in Harry’s chest barely gave any warning before Harry burst out laughing.
“If I have the shits, I’m not really going to be able to keep up with the shag a day, you know.” Draco smirked as he continued to lay on Harry. Harry was right but Draco didn’t want to admit it. Instead, he merely listened as the heartbeat relaxed underneath him.
“Whatever, Potter.”
I hope it was worth the wait. As always, I'd love to hear what you think. Concrit welcomed with open arms.
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Date: 2006-01-29 04:51 am (UTC)“Christ, Draco, if messing up your hair makes you this hot, you should sleep with one eye open.” heehee!