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wook77Title: A Dinner
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wook77
Wordcount: 1089
Prompt: Pampering at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_365
Warnings: Slightly public sex
Summary: Harry is late again. Draco is not happy.
A/N: Written in part in response towaterbird's prompting of candles, loads of them.
The meal was exquisite, the meat pulled apart when the fork barely touched it. The wine was amazing, just smooth enough to compliment, just tart enough to remind. The lighting was romantic, the candles on the table cast sputtering flames on the linens.
It was the company that was lacking. Draco sat, completely alone, because Harry had been held up at work or with friends or whatever rubbish he was going to spout. Draco was tired of it. Punctuality was a sign of respect and a mark of excellent breeding.
Say what you want about the Malfoys, and there were plenty that did, but at least they were on time to their meetings. Draco had learned this from the time he’d been a small child and he would be summoned to the table or the study.
He’d finally had enough of showing up at the agreed-upon time and finding that Harry hadn’t been able to read a clock or plan ahead. This time, Draco had decided to pamper himself with ordering his meal and eating it while disregarding the whispers and titters from the other diners. He didn’t mind dining alone.
In fact, right now, he relished it. This was something that he could remind Harry for eternity. Poor Draco had been forced to eat alone in a beautifully expensive restaurant while Harry had done whatever it was he did after work with his friends from Hogwarts.
“Excuse me, sorry, pardon me, why yes, yes I am but if you’ll…” Draco smiled to himself as the one-sided conversation reached his ears and the room parted and folded back in on itself as Harry made his way to the table.
“You started without me?” Harry sounded disappointed but Draco met his indignant tone with a harassed face.
“Do you know how many times you’ve been late to a meal out and about with me? Do you have any idea how hungry I am?” Draco didn’t give Harry the opportunity to answer. “You’re buying by the way.”
Draco grabbed another forkful of his meal and savored the burst of flavor on his tongue. With a slight wave at the waiter, the man disappeared into the kitchen while Harry grumbled and muttered under his breath.
As Harry flipped through the menu with sharp gestures, the waiter approached and laid a plate in front of Harry.
“You… you ordered for me?” Harry looked from the waiter to Draco to his plate and back again.
“We’ve been together for how long, Potter? I know what you’re going to get at a restaurant. You may go.” The last was directed at the waiter as he hovered next to the table.
“Thank you.” Harry muttered around the food in his mouth.
“We need to discuss manners, Potter. There is such a thing as couth. I understand that this is not a word that you are familiar with, what with your wretched relatives and all, but I expect more from you. First, one is never late to an engagement, especially an engagement with moi.” Draco took a sip of wine.
“Secondly, one never talks with food in one’s mouth.” Harry looked up from his plate as Draco continued to dole out his words of wisdom.
He should have known that Harry was up to something by the gleam in his eye. Draco should have known but he was too busy espousing what was, exactly wrong with Harry’s activities of late.
“Fifth, one mustn’t…where are you going, Potter? Potter, get back up here.” Draco’s scandalized hiss didn’t drift far from the table as he watched Harry slide under the table.
The slightly chilled breeze of the temperature-controlled air on his cock was really the first warning he had as to what Harry had planned.
“Potter, what in the name of all that is holy and not are you doing?” Draco whispered furiously out of the side of his mouth. In response, Harry merely freed Draco’s cock from the confines of his pants.
“Keep eating, Draco. You know you want to be able to tell me how you just had to eat alone and I abandoned you. Go on, then, eat.” The incorrigible tone didn’t take away from the fact that Draco picked up his fork and took another bite.
Just as he put the fork to his lips, Harry sucked him into that wet heat. The tines of the fork punctured Draco’s lip and he gagged.
The waiter hurried over. “Is everything satisfactory, sir? Is there anything I can get for you and your…” The man looked around. “Your dining companion, sir?”
“Nothing, please. We’re quite all right. He’ll be back in his seat shortly.” A teasing lick across his slit answered Draco as addressed the waiter.
Harry continued to play with Draco as he finished his meal. Harry’s tongue was wet as it licked across the head, down the sides and back up. His mouth was warm as it surrounded and tormented.
When Harry stopped, Draco almost mewled in frustration. His tongue suffered the brunt of that urge as Draco bit down on it. He found himself tucked back into his pants with the fastenings done up on his trousers in a matter of seconds.
Harry surreptitiously returned to his seat. With a wink, he summoned the waiter and had the meal boxed up to carry away.
Draco ignored Harry as he took care of the check. He was still painfully hard and he hadn’t forgotten nor forgiven that Harry had stopped where he did.
In the alleyway behind the restaurant, they Apparated back to their flat where, when Draco opened his eyes, he saw an enormous amount of candles.
“For you, Draco. This is where I was.” Harry stepped so close to Draco that Draco could feel the small puffs of Harry’s breath on the back of his neck. He barely had a chance to register that sensation before Harry bit down at the juncture of neck and shoulder.
The light sputtered and cast interesting shadows on the walls as Harry reached his arms around Draco’s body and started to open Draco’s shirt. Soon, Draco was naked and Harry licked down his spine. The air was chill against the damp trail left behind.
As Harry led Draco to the bed, Draco had two thoughts.
The first was that if Harry were going to do this every time he was late, Draco wouldn’t mind it so much.
The second was that perhaps, just perhaps, Draco would have to do something nice for Harry one of these days.
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 1089
Prompt: Pampering at
hd_365Warnings: Slightly public sex
Summary: Harry is late again. Draco is not happy.
A/N: Written in part in response to
waterbird's prompting of candles, loads of them.The meal was exquisite, the meat pulled apart when the fork barely touched it. The wine was amazing, just smooth enough to compliment, just tart enough to remind. The lighting was romantic, the candles on the table cast sputtering flames on the linens.
It was the company that was lacking. Draco sat, completely alone, because Harry had been held up at work or with friends or whatever rubbish he was going to spout. Draco was tired of it. Punctuality was a sign of respect and a mark of excellent breeding.
Say what you want about the Malfoys, and there were plenty that did, but at least they were on time to their meetings. Draco had learned this from the time he’d been a small child and he would be summoned to the table or the study.
He’d finally had enough of showing up at the agreed-upon time and finding that Harry hadn’t been able to read a clock or plan ahead. This time, Draco had decided to pamper himself with ordering his meal and eating it while disregarding the whispers and titters from the other diners. He didn’t mind dining alone.
In fact, right now, he relished it. This was something that he could remind Harry for eternity. Poor Draco had been forced to eat alone in a beautifully expensive restaurant while Harry had done whatever it was he did after work with his friends from Hogwarts.
“Excuse me, sorry, pardon me, why yes, yes I am but if you’ll…” Draco smiled to himself as the one-sided conversation reached his ears and the room parted and folded back in on itself as Harry made his way to the table.
“You started without me?” Harry sounded disappointed but Draco met his indignant tone with a harassed face.
“Do you know how many times you’ve been late to a meal out and about with me? Do you have any idea how hungry I am?” Draco didn’t give Harry the opportunity to answer. “You’re buying by the way.”
Draco grabbed another forkful of his meal and savored the burst of flavor on his tongue. With a slight wave at the waiter, the man disappeared into the kitchen while Harry grumbled and muttered under his breath.
As Harry flipped through the menu with sharp gestures, the waiter approached and laid a plate in front of Harry.
“You… you ordered for me?” Harry looked from the waiter to Draco to his plate and back again.
“We’ve been together for how long, Potter? I know what you’re going to get at a restaurant. You may go.” The last was directed at the waiter as he hovered next to the table.
“Thank you.” Harry muttered around the food in his mouth.
“We need to discuss manners, Potter. There is such a thing as couth. I understand that this is not a word that you are familiar with, what with your wretched relatives and all, but I expect more from you. First, one is never late to an engagement, especially an engagement with moi.” Draco took a sip of wine.
“Secondly, one never talks with food in one’s mouth.” Harry looked up from his plate as Draco continued to dole out his words of wisdom.
He should have known that Harry was up to something by the gleam in his eye. Draco should have known but he was too busy espousing what was, exactly wrong with Harry’s activities of late.
“Fifth, one mustn’t…where are you going, Potter? Potter, get back up here.” Draco’s scandalized hiss didn’t drift far from the table as he watched Harry slide under the table.
The slightly chilled breeze of the temperature-controlled air on his cock was really the first warning he had as to what Harry had planned.
“Potter, what in the name of all that is holy and not are you doing?” Draco whispered furiously out of the side of his mouth. In response, Harry merely freed Draco’s cock from the confines of his pants.
“Keep eating, Draco. You know you want to be able to tell me how you just had to eat alone and I abandoned you. Go on, then, eat.” The incorrigible tone didn’t take away from the fact that Draco picked up his fork and took another bite.
Just as he put the fork to his lips, Harry sucked him into that wet heat. The tines of the fork punctured Draco’s lip and he gagged.
The waiter hurried over. “Is everything satisfactory, sir? Is there anything I can get for you and your…” The man looked around. “Your dining companion, sir?”
“Nothing, please. We’re quite all right. He’ll be back in his seat shortly.” A teasing lick across his slit answered Draco as addressed the waiter.
Harry continued to play with Draco as he finished his meal. Harry’s tongue was wet as it licked across the head, down the sides and back up. His mouth was warm as it surrounded and tormented.
When Harry stopped, Draco almost mewled in frustration. His tongue suffered the brunt of that urge as Draco bit down on it. He found himself tucked back into his pants with the fastenings done up on his trousers in a matter of seconds.
Harry surreptitiously returned to his seat. With a wink, he summoned the waiter and had the meal boxed up to carry away.
Draco ignored Harry as he took care of the check. He was still painfully hard and he hadn’t forgotten nor forgiven that Harry had stopped where he did.
In the alleyway behind the restaurant, they Apparated back to their flat where, when Draco opened his eyes, he saw an enormous amount of candles.
“For you, Draco. This is where I was.” Harry stepped so close to Draco that Draco could feel the small puffs of Harry’s breath on the back of his neck. He barely had a chance to register that sensation before Harry bit down at the juncture of neck and shoulder.
The light sputtered and cast interesting shadows on the walls as Harry reached his arms around Draco’s body and started to open Draco’s shirt. Soon, Draco was naked and Harry licked down his spine. The air was chill against the damp trail left behind.
As Harry led Draco to the bed, Draco had two thoughts.
The first was that if Harry were going to do this every time he was late, Draco wouldn’t mind it so much.
The second was that perhaps, just perhaps, Draco would have to do something nice for Harry one of these days.
