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hd_365 ficlet for your enjoyment
Title: Delivering pizzas is hard work
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wook77
Prompt: Food at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_365
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount:1231
Warnings: Gratuitous sap and nudity
Summary: Draco's had a rough day and takes a shower. Harry does the understanding boyfriend routine.
A/N: I apologize for the horrible summary. I'm pants at them lately.
"Fucking Fairyweather." Draco muttered to himself as he dragged himself up the steps to the flat. As he jammed his key into the lock, it skittered to the side and Draco's mutterings increased in both volume and ire.
"Fucking Potter. Expecting us to live in a mixed neighborhood like this. There are Muggles here. Muggles! Why do I have to use a sodding key when a bloody spell would work just as bloody well?" As the key finally slid home, Draco breathed a sigh of relief before slamming the door open.
"Welcome ho…" Potter's words were cut off as Draco raised a hand. Draco was, to put it mildly, not a happy camper as he stood in the doorway with his hair dripping in long sodden hanks off his head while his clothes smelled like something he refused to name or think about.
"What happened?" Draco really just wanted to go into the bathroom and clean himself off. He didn't want questions and he certainly didn't want to give answers.
"Fucking Fairyweather. That's what happened." Draco marched through the flat until he reached the bathroom. His clothes were left in a sodden pile as he stepped into the shower. The hot water beat against him as he leaned his head against the wall. The tile was cool where it supported his forehead.
As the water rushed over him, it slowly washed away his complete rage and frustration. He was home and he wasn't going to allow his narrow-minded prick of a boss to intrude into his house. Instead, he was going to have a nice dinner with Harry with plenty of wine. Yes, the day called for copious amounts of wonderful wine.
Finally finished with his shower and smelling better, Draco turned off the shower. When he turned around, he let out an "eep". Harry was standing close. Better than Harry was the fluffy white towel in his hands.
"Come out here, yeah?" Harry's smile washed away the dredges of his ire. When his foot touched the soft mat right outside of the shower, Draco watched as Harry stepped even closer. Fully out of the shower and so close that he was breathing the same air as Harry, Draco sighed as Harry rubbed the fluffy towel over his head and then down his chest.
When Harry dried each finger individually, Draco felt his cock start twitching. The smell of his clothes kept him from completely enjoying the experience though.
"Harry, bedroom, not here. It smells." Looking between his clothes and the door, Draco tried to persuade Harry. Another startled "eep" emitted from his lips as Harry picked him up abruptly.
The walk into the bedroom was short and before Draco knew it, he was standing and being toweled off once more. Harry sank to his knees in front of him and gently placed his right foot on Harry's thigh before rubbing gently with the towel. The slight pressure across his arch and then the ball of his foot had Draco purring with delight. The gesture was repeated for the other foot.
Soft lips against his inner thigh tickled and aroused at the same time. They were so very gentle and, yet again, Harry knew exactly what Draco needed before he knew himself. This was what he loved about Harry. These tender soothing kisses, brushing away the anger and the hurt of the day.
Just as Harry nipped at the same skin he'd been laving, the doorbell rang.
"Ignore it." Draco's head drifted backwards as Harry continued his ministrations. Those sharp teeth closed on the sensitive skin and the doorbell rang again.
"Sodding bloody buggering hell, who the fuck could it be? Don't they know that we're in the middle of something?" Draco looked down at Harry as Harry looked up at him.
"I'll go get that. Stay where you are, unless you want to move to the bed." Harry winked before dancing out of the room.
Time dragged on as Draco waited for Harry to come back. That rage that had been soothed away was trickling back as the minutes ticked. Giving up on Harry's return, Draco stormed out of the bedroom, still completely naked to see Harry talking to a man in a cap and a, wait, what was that smell?
"That had better not have too much garlic on it, Potter." Both men looked up to see Draco standing in the hallway completely naked.
The delivery driver made a startled sound before scampering out of the flat as quickly as he could. On the other hand, Harry turned with the pizza box in his hand and sauntered over to Draco.
"There's no extra garlic this time. Just pizza. I thought it would be here by the time you finished in the shower. Obviously, my timing is off tonight." Draco cocked an eyebrow at Harry.
"Are you going to feed me?" It was a challenge and Draco was excited to see the grin spread across Harry's face.
"Go sit on the couch, like a good little boy." The pat on his head did it. Grabbing Harry's arm and twisting it around to his back, Draco marched Harry over towards the sofa. The pizza box fell to the ground.
"I'll show you good little boy, Potter." Harry's trousers and then his pants disappeared quickly. Before Harry could react, Draco had him pressed over the arm of the sofa.
"Accio lube." The lube came flying out of the bedroom and Draco grabbed far too much. His fingers were slightly rough as he drove them into Harry's arse. Barely taking the time to smear the remainder on his cock, Draco plunged into Harry.
"What's gotten in to you, Draco? Not that I don't enjoy this because oh Jesus, do that again, I do. Had I right there, Draco known that pizza would get this again this type of reaction out of you, we'd be eating yes pizza every night." Harry's broken gasps and questions drove Draco over the edge.
When he was done coming, Draco pulled out and tugged until Harry turned around. Pushing against his hips, Draco made Harry sit on the arm before Draco slid to his knees and sucked in the head of Harry's cock. He pulled lightly before opening his mouth and pushing his tongue out and along the bottom of the shaft.
Harry keened when he came. Draco swallowed as quickly as he could. The dribble that escaped was wiped away. When Harry lifted Draco's hand and sucked his essence off it, Draco felt himself stirring again.
Instead of continuing, Harry pulled Draco up so that he was leaning against Harry.
"What brought this on? Do we need to talk?" Those understanding eyes and that persuasive tone had Draco wanting to spill all his secrets. The details of the plot against Merryweather he'd been formulating, the absolute love he felt for Harry, all those things that could get Draco in trouble almost came out but Draco bit them back.
"Just the day from hell, Harry. Let's eat that pizza." Draco looked over and was relieved to see that the pizza had landed face up.
"Ok, you sure?" Draco nodded and picked up the box.
"Did you see the look on that guy's face when you came out with your dick bobbing?" A smile spread across two faces as they sat down to eat their pizza, now slightly cold.
Author:
wook77Prompt: Food at
hd_365Rating: NC-17
Wordcount:1231
Warnings: Gratuitous sap and nudity
Summary: Draco's had a rough day and takes a shower. Harry does the understanding boyfriend routine.
A/N: I apologize for the horrible summary. I'm pants at them lately.
"Fucking Fairyweather." Draco muttered to himself as he dragged himself up the steps to the flat. As he jammed his key into the lock, it skittered to the side and Draco's mutterings increased in both volume and ire.
"Fucking Potter. Expecting us to live in a mixed neighborhood like this. There are Muggles here. Muggles! Why do I have to use a sodding key when a bloody spell would work just as bloody well?" As the key finally slid home, Draco breathed a sigh of relief before slamming the door open.
"Welcome ho…" Potter's words were cut off as Draco raised a hand. Draco was, to put it mildly, not a happy camper as he stood in the doorway with his hair dripping in long sodden hanks off his head while his clothes smelled like something he refused to name or think about.
"What happened?" Draco really just wanted to go into the bathroom and clean himself off. He didn't want questions and he certainly didn't want to give answers.
"Fucking Fairyweather. That's what happened." Draco marched through the flat until he reached the bathroom. His clothes were left in a sodden pile as he stepped into the shower. The hot water beat against him as he leaned his head against the wall. The tile was cool where it supported his forehead.
As the water rushed over him, it slowly washed away his complete rage and frustration. He was home and he wasn't going to allow his narrow-minded prick of a boss to intrude into his house. Instead, he was going to have a nice dinner with Harry with plenty of wine. Yes, the day called for copious amounts of wonderful wine.
Finally finished with his shower and smelling better, Draco turned off the shower. When he turned around, he let out an "eep". Harry was standing close. Better than Harry was the fluffy white towel in his hands.
"Come out here, yeah?" Harry's smile washed away the dredges of his ire. When his foot touched the soft mat right outside of the shower, Draco watched as Harry stepped even closer. Fully out of the shower and so close that he was breathing the same air as Harry, Draco sighed as Harry rubbed the fluffy towel over his head and then down his chest.
When Harry dried each finger individually, Draco felt his cock start twitching. The smell of his clothes kept him from completely enjoying the experience though.
"Harry, bedroom, not here. It smells." Looking between his clothes and the door, Draco tried to persuade Harry. Another startled "eep" emitted from his lips as Harry picked him up abruptly.
The walk into the bedroom was short and before Draco knew it, he was standing and being toweled off once more. Harry sank to his knees in front of him and gently placed his right foot on Harry's thigh before rubbing gently with the towel. The slight pressure across his arch and then the ball of his foot had Draco purring with delight. The gesture was repeated for the other foot.
Soft lips against his inner thigh tickled and aroused at the same time. They were so very gentle and, yet again, Harry knew exactly what Draco needed before he knew himself. This was what he loved about Harry. These tender soothing kisses, brushing away the anger and the hurt of the day.
Just as Harry nipped at the same skin he'd been laving, the doorbell rang.
"Ignore it." Draco's head drifted backwards as Harry continued his ministrations. Those sharp teeth closed on the sensitive skin and the doorbell rang again.
"Sodding bloody buggering hell, who the fuck could it be? Don't they know that we're in the middle of something?" Draco looked down at Harry as Harry looked up at him.
"I'll go get that. Stay where you are, unless you want to move to the bed." Harry winked before dancing out of the room.
Time dragged on as Draco waited for Harry to come back. That rage that had been soothed away was trickling back as the minutes ticked. Giving up on Harry's return, Draco stormed out of the bedroom, still completely naked to see Harry talking to a man in a cap and a, wait, what was that smell?
"That had better not have too much garlic on it, Potter." Both men looked up to see Draco standing in the hallway completely naked.
The delivery driver made a startled sound before scampering out of the flat as quickly as he could. On the other hand, Harry turned with the pizza box in his hand and sauntered over to Draco.
"There's no extra garlic this time. Just pizza. I thought it would be here by the time you finished in the shower. Obviously, my timing is off tonight." Draco cocked an eyebrow at Harry.
"Are you going to feed me?" It was a challenge and Draco was excited to see the grin spread across Harry's face.
"Go sit on the couch, like a good little boy." The pat on his head did it. Grabbing Harry's arm and twisting it around to his back, Draco marched Harry over towards the sofa. The pizza box fell to the ground.
"I'll show you good little boy, Potter." Harry's trousers and then his pants disappeared quickly. Before Harry could react, Draco had him pressed over the arm of the sofa.
"Accio lube." The lube came flying out of the bedroom and Draco grabbed far too much. His fingers were slightly rough as he drove them into Harry's arse. Barely taking the time to smear the remainder on his cock, Draco plunged into Harry.
"What's gotten in to you, Draco? Not that I don't enjoy this because oh Jesus, do that again, I do. Had I right there, Draco known that pizza would get this again this type of reaction out of you, we'd be eating yes pizza every night." Harry's broken gasps and questions drove Draco over the edge.
When he was done coming, Draco pulled out and tugged until Harry turned around. Pushing against his hips, Draco made Harry sit on the arm before Draco slid to his knees and sucked in the head of Harry's cock. He pulled lightly before opening his mouth and pushing his tongue out and along the bottom of the shaft.
Harry keened when he came. Draco swallowed as quickly as he could. The dribble that escaped was wiped away. When Harry lifted Draco's hand and sucked his essence off it, Draco felt himself stirring again.
Instead of continuing, Harry pulled Draco up so that he was leaning against Harry.
"What brought this on? Do we need to talk?" Those understanding eyes and that persuasive tone had Draco wanting to spill all his secrets. The details of the plot against Merryweather he'd been formulating, the absolute love he felt for Harry, all those things that could get Draco in trouble almost came out but Draco bit them back.
"Just the day from hell, Harry. Let's eat that pizza." Draco looked over and was relieved to see that the pizza had landed face up.
"Ok, you sure?" Draco nodded and picked up the box.
"Did you see the look on that guy's face when you came out with your dick bobbing?" A smile spread across two faces as they sat down to eat their pizza, now slightly cold.
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How you doing with the puppy stuff?
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Just the thing to set my day right. Thanks!
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