The Arrangement (Part 12 of 25)
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fantasyfiend09Title: The Arrangement (12 of 25)
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fantasyfiend09
Word Count: 718
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Life-size Christmas tree shaped wine rack
Warning: Suddenly this got a little porny. *shrugs*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed.
Harry Apparated them directly into his living room before shoving Draco onto his couch and dropping to his knees. The whole evening—with the groping and the stolen kisses—had felt like an endless tease, and Harry was determined to see Draco come before getting off himself. He tore open Draco's trousers and pulled down his pants to find him half-hard already. Harry stroked him until he was fully erect and then swallowed him down.
Draco's cock, like every other part of him, was soft, smooth, and perfect. He smelled and tasted like the fine and exotic man he was, but Harry wouldn't tell him that. Draco's ego didn't need stroking. But his cock did, and Harry attended to it with enthusiasm until Draco was groaning and coming down his throat.
Harry pulled off to run his eyes over his work. Draco was flush and panting, and his hair was mussed. He looked delicious and Harry knew it was all his doing. He fumbled to get his own trousers open and slipped his dick out of the opening in his boxers. He only managed a few strokes before Draco grabbed his hands and pulled him forward into his lap.
Holding Harry close with one hand, Draco stroked him with the other, planting occasional kisses in his hair. It was with Draco's breath on his face that Harry finally reach his peak and came over Draco's hand. Afterward, Draco wrapped his arms around him and held him close as his breath and heartbeat slowed.
Draco patted his side. “Okay, clean up time.”
Harry didn't want to move, but he managed to get to his feet and cast a couple of charms to clean them up. As Draco did up his trousers, Harry suddenly worried the night was over and Draco would leave. “Want some wine?”
Draco gave him a smile that said he knew exactly what Harry was doing. “I don't know. Do you have more of what you brought Pansy? She was rather surprised you were capable of such a good selection. I had a time of it convincing her that I hadn't picked it for you.”
Harry laughed. “She's not entirely wrong. I can't pick wine. It's all Steve.”
“Steve?” Draco's face was completely blank, which spoke as much as any look would have. Draco was putting his defenses up. Was he jealous? Or was that Harry's wishful thinking?
“Yeah, Steve. Runs a wine shop in Manchester. Muggle and magical wine. Here, come see.” Harry led Draco out of the cottage and across the gravel path to the garage. It was a Muggle building, but as Harry didn't have a car, the garage was entirely for storage. He unlocked the door and turned on the lights.
In the middle of the space stood a metal frame in the shape of a Christmas tree filled with wine bottles. Draco's face was properly disbelieving as he slowly circled the structure and pulled out a bottle to inspect.
“Steve put it together for me. I said I would need a lot of wine for the holidays, what with parties and dinners, and dinner parties.”
Draco nodded as he looked over another bottle.
“I wanted to buy some really nice wine for people like Pansy, but also some plonk for getting drunk with Ron. And then some stuff in between. Problem is, I can never remember which is which once I get it home.”
Draco looked awed. “He's sorted it by quality.” Harry beamed with pride that Draco had figured out that the best wines were at the top and the plonk at the bottom. “Your wine merchant has made your wine storage Harry-proof.”
Harry wondered if he should be offended that his name had been substituted for the word idiot, but he was really too pleased that he—well, Steve, really—had managed to impress Draco.
“I hope you will take me to meet him.” Draco pulled a bottle from near the top and gestured back towards the house.
“What? Give up my secret?” Harry teased as he locked up. “I don't know, Draco. Isn't it a bit early to be using me for my contacts?”
Draco's leer was predatory in the moonlight. “I have ways of making you talk.”
Part 13
Author:
fantasyfiend09Word Count: 718
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Life-size Christmas tree shaped wine rack
Warning: Suddenly this got a little porny. *shrugs*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed.
Harry Apparated them directly into his living room before shoving Draco onto his couch and dropping to his knees. The whole evening—with the groping and the stolen kisses—had felt like an endless tease, and Harry was determined to see Draco come before getting off himself. He tore open Draco's trousers and pulled down his pants to find him half-hard already. Harry stroked him until he was fully erect and then swallowed him down.
Draco's cock, like every other part of him, was soft, smooth, and perfect. He smelled and tasted like the fine and exotic man he was, but Harry wouldn't tell him that. Draco's ego didn't need stroking. But his cock did, and Harry attended to it with enthusiasm until Draco was groaning and coming down his throat.
Harry pulled off to run his eyes over his work. Draco was flush and panting, and his hair was mussed. He looked delicious and Harry knew it was all his doing. He fumbled to get his own trousers open and slipped his dick out of the opening in his boxers. He only managed a few strokes before Draco grabbed his hands and pulled him forward into his lap.
Holding Harry close with one hand, Draco stroked him with the other, planting occasional kisses in his hair. It was with Draco's breath on his face that Harry finally reach his peak and came over Draco's hand. Afterward, Draco wrapped his arms around him and held him close as his breath and heartbeat slowed.
Draco patted his side. “Okay, clean up time.”
Harry didn't want to move, but he managed to get to his feet and cast a couple of charms to clean them up. As Draco did up his trousers, Harry suddenly worried the night was over and Draco would leave. “Want some wine?”
Draco gave him a smile that said he knew exactly what Harry was doing. “I don't know. Do you have more of what you brought Pansy? She was rather surprised you were capable of such a good selection. I had a time of it convincing her that I hadn't picked it for you.”
Harry laughed. “She's not entirely wrong. I can't pick wine. It's all Steve.”
“Steve?” Draco's face was completely blank, which spoke as much as any look would have. Draco was putting his defenses up. Was he jealous? Or was that Harry's wishful thinking?
“Yeah, Steve. Runs a wine shop in Manchester. Muggle and magical wine. Here, come see.” Harry led Draco out of the cottage and across the gravel path to the garage. It was a Muggle building, but as Harry didn't have a car, the garage was entirely for storage. He unlocked the door and turned on the lights.
In the middle of the space stood a metal frame in the shape of a Christmas tree filled with wine bottles. Draco's face was properly disbelieving as he slowly circled the structure and pulled out a bottle to inspect.
“Steve put it together for me. I said I would need a lot of wine for the holidays, what with parties and dinners, and dinner parties.”
Draco nodded as he looked over another bottle.
“I wanted to buy some really nice wine for people like Pansy, but also some plonk for getting drunk with Ron. And then some stuff in between. Problem is, I can never remember which is which once I get it home.”
Draco looked awed. “He's sorted it by quality.” Harry beamed with pride that Draco had figured out that the best wines were at the top and the plonk at the bottom. “Your wine merchant has made your wine storage Harry-proof.”
Harry wondered if he should be offended that his name had been substituted for the word idiot, but he was really too pleased that he—well, Steve, really—had managed to impress Draco.
“I hope you will take me to meet him.” Draco pulled a bottle from near the top and gestured back towards the house.
“What? Give up my secret?” Harry teased as he locked up. “I don't know, Draco. Isn't it a bit early to be using me for my contacts?”
Draco's leer was predatory in the moonlight. “I have ways of making you talk.”
Part 13