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firewhiskeyficTitle: Lover's Cock Throb
Author:maraudersaffair
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Draco - HP
Challenge/Prompts used: All of them I think
Summary: Harry and Draco go on a date at Madam Pudifoot's on Valentines Day.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit
Word count: 1100
Author's Notes (if any): I'm going to bed!
Harry didn’t know what he was doing at Madam Pudifoot’s. He was a grown man, in his early thirties, and he had no business being around the mooning teenagers that dotted the tables.
Harry, of course, had bad memories of the place. He still didn’t know what to do when people cried around him, but he was pretty sure Cho had forgiven him. She was too busy being Ginny’s hot girlfriend. They were both hot. But he didn’t really think about Cho or Ginny or any women anymore. The only person he could think about was Draco Malfoy.
Because, fuck. He had to admit that Malfoy was really, really fit. He was … a total arse. But he was an arse with a great arse. Fuck what an arse.
Okay, but he had to focus. He was being swamped by annoying teenagers, and he had to find Malfoy now.
Harry weaved around the spindly tables. It was Valentine’s Day, which made everything a thousand times worse. Pink hearts fluttered around his head like annoying nats. He swat at them but they refused to fuck off.
Then he saw that arrogant white blond head. He stopped and clenched his fists. He wanted to punch Malfoy, force him onto his back. He wanted … to kiss him. Fuck.
“Hello Malfoy,” Harry said when he reached the table.
Malfoy was drinking a pink cocktail that burped hearts. He took a sensual sip and raised his eyes to Harry. “Sit down, Professor.”
“No, Professor,” Harry spat. Malfoy raised an eyebrow and Harry cursed under his breath. So, okay, he was being just a tad ridiculous.
Harry sat down. He fiddled with a serviette, not able to ook at Malfoy. Malfoy glowed. He wasn’t a Veela, that’s another fic, but he was a shimmering cloud of hot arse. Harry closed his eyes. Stop, he told himself.
Malfoy was watching him intently. “Surely you’re not nervous,” he said, and his smile was too close to his childhood smirk.
“I need a drink,”Harry groaned. “What are you drinking?”
Malfoy raised his cup, the glowing pink creating splashes on his cheeks. “I believe the madam calls it Lover’s Kiss. I call it Lover’s Cock Throb.”
Harry fell inti a coughing fit. He didn’t think he’d ever heard Malfoy say ‘cock.’ “Merlin!”
Malfoy smirked outright. “Yes, Professor.” He leaned close: “Cock.” His brearth felt warm, nice; it smelled like strawberries.
Harry managed to catch his breath long enough to order a whiskeu. Not a great drink of Madam Pudifoot, it didn’t really fit, but Harry wasn’t about to order Malfoy’c Burning Cock or wjayeber.
When his whiskey arrived, harry drank it slowly at first, trying to pace himself, but then their eyes met, and malfoy bit his lip, a gorgeous lip, and harry drowned the whiskey.
“Do I make you nervous?” malfoy asked.
“Jesus, no.” harry dropped his eyes, then peaked up at malfoy. He couldn’t avoid malfoy’s glittering eyes. “Yes. i admit it.”
Malfoy nodded. “Good.”
“GOOD?”
“Yes.”
Harry snorted. “You damn Slytherins.”
Malfoy clicked his tongue. “Lower your voice. You are not being a good steward of Higwarrs. What if young Slytherins heard your blatant bias?”
Harry opened and closed his mouth. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“We’re both professors.”
“Yes. I almost forgot.”
“We’re both professors. We can’t - you know - drop to our knees and suck cock at this very moment. Unfortunately.”
Harry spewed his whiskey everywhere. “What? Unfortunately?”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Why did you think I ask you here today?”
“To suck my cock??”
Malfoy growled. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m attempting to be … sincere.”
“I don’t understand what youre trying to be sincere about.”
Malfoy bi his lip again. Harry stared, trying to catch a glimpse of his tongue. “Perhaps I asked you here because I wanted to - what is the saying? - Oh, to be young and feel love's keen sting.”
“Sting? You want me to sting you?”
“Merlin, Potter.” Malfoy laughed and pushed a piece of cake toward Harry. “Try it. It’s the madam’s version of Blancmange.”
Harry did what he was told. He smacked his lips. “It tastes like dirigible plums.”
“Vey good, Potter,” Malfoy drawled lowly. His voice went straight to harry’s cock.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He touched malfoy’s hand. “Come on. The writer is getting sleepy and wants to sleep. Let;s go outside.”
They went outside, and the sky was snowing. They had to find private place. Malfoy took his hand and dragged him to a lonely alley. Malfoy cast a privacy charm, then turned to harry. They both hesitated.
“Right,” harry said, the whiskey burning through him, blurring his thoughts. “This is where i have some courage.”
“This is where we both have courage.” Malfoy pressed harry against the brick wall and kissed him deeply. The kiss was electrifying .
Harry moaned. He’d wanted to kiss malfoy for ages and now it was finally happening.
Then they were ripping each other’s clothes off and it was rally sexy. Trust me. Harry got a hand down malfoy’s trousers, and they both moaned. Malfoy felt amazing in his palm. Harry stared at his face as he stroked him.
Malfoy twisted, acting like he was the one pinned to the wall. “Please,” he whispered.
Harry’s hand quickened. He couldn’t look away from malfoy, and malfoy’s face was so open, so needy. Harry had no idea he could look like this.
Then malfoy came and it was very hot. Totally hot. Malfoy shoved harry against the wall, wait he had already gone that … i men, harry … did something. I’m tired.
Harry kissed Malfoy again, and they were both trembling. Malfoy sneaked his han down harry’s pant (i mean trousers, you know) and um, fuck. OKAT. Malfoy stroked harry just like harry had stroked him, but harry thought it was better. Malfoy kissed up his neck, his lips so soft against harry’s hot neck. His fest tugged harry over, over, so slowly. Harry bucked and tried to muffle his needy noises.
“Are you going to come for me?” malfo whispered.
“Shut ip - i can’t.”
“You can.” malfoy’s fist quickened.
Harry thrust, he writhed. He pulled malfoy’s lips to his own, kissing him desperately. For somereason, he thought about lavender brown because it;s prompt :)
Harry came with a cry, a heavy cry. I don’t know why its heavy, okay. Get it goethe.
Harry came with a cry, thrusting desperately. Malfoy milked him through his orgasm, his eyes dark, lidded, and never leaving harry’s face. Harry felt so revealed.
When it was all over, Harry slumped in Malfoy’s arms. “Wow,” Harry whispered.
Malfoy ran his nose over his hair, breathing him in. “That was brilliant.”
“Yes, it was.” Harry slowly stood on his own. He looked shly at Malfoy and laughed. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
Beaming, Malfoy kissed his cheek. He grabbed his hand. “Come back to the castle with me. I’m having Lavender over for tea. Will you join us?”
“Yes, just don’t give me Amortentia,” Harry said. He squeezed Malfoy’s hand. “Happy Valentines; Day.”
Author:
maraudersaffairI am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Draco - HP
Challenge/Prompts used: All of them I think
Summary: Harry and Draco go on a date at Madam Pudifoot's on Valentines Day.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit
Word count: 1100
Author's Notes (if any): I'm going to bed!
Harry didn’t know what he was doing at Madam Pudifoot’s. He was a grown man, in his early thirties, and he had no business being around the mooning teenagers that dotted the tables.
Harry, of course, had bad memories of the place. He still didn’t know what to do when people cried around him, but he was pretty sure Cho had forgiven him. She was too busy being Ginny’s hot girlfriend. They were both hot. But he didn’t really think about Cho or Ginny or any women anymore. The only person he could think about was Draco Malfoy.
Because, fuck. He had to admit that Malfoy was really, really fit. He was … a total arse. But he was an arse with a great arse. Fuck what an arse.
Okay, but he had to focus. He was being swamped by annoying teenagers, and he had to find Malfoy now.
Harry weaved around the spindly tables. It was Valentine’s Day, which made everything a thousand times worse. Pink hearts fluttered around his head like annoying nats. He swat at them but they refused to fuck off.
Then he saw that arrogant white blond head. He stopped and clenched his fists. He wanted to punch Malfoy, force him onto his back. He wanted … to kiss him. Fuck.
“Hello Malfoy,” Harry said when he reached the table.
Malfoy was drinking a pink cocktail that burped hearts. He took a sensual sip and raised his eyes to Harry. “Sit down, Professor.”
“No, Professor,” Harry spat. Malfoy raised an eyebrow and Harry cursed under his breath. So, okay, he was being just a tad ridiculous.
Harry sat down. He fiddled with a serviette, not able to ook at Malfoy. Malfoy glowed. He wasn’t a Veela, that’s another fic, but he was a shimmering cloud of hot arse. Harry closed his eyes. Stop, he told himself.
Malfoy was watching him intently. “Surely you’re not nervous,” he said, and his smile was too close to his childhood smirk.
“I need a drink,”Harry groaned. “What are you drinking?”
Malfoy raised his cup, the glowing pink creating splashes on his cheeks. “I believe the madam calls it Lover’s Kiss. I call it Lover’s Cock Throb.”
Harry fell inti a coughing fit. He didn’t think he’d ever heard Malfoy say ‘cock.’ “Merlin!”
Malfoy smirked outright. “Yes, Professor.” He leaned close: “Cock.” His brearth felt warm, nice; it smelled like strawberries.
Harry managed to catch his breath long enough to order a whiskeu. Not a great drink of Madam Pudifoot, it didn’t really fit, but Harry wasn’t about to order Malfoy’c Burning Cock or wjayeber.
When his whiskey arrived, harry drank it slowly at first, trying to pace himself, but then their eyes met, and malfoy bit his lip, a gorgeous lip, and harry drowned the whiskey.
“Do I make you nervous?” malfoy asked.
“Jesus, no.” harry dropped his eyes, then peaked up at malfoy. He couldn’t avoid malfoy’s glittering eyes. “Yes. i admit it.”
Malfoy nodded. “Good.”
“GOOD?”
“Yes.”
Harry snorted. “You damn Slytherins.”
Malfoy clicked his tongue. “Lower your voice. You are not being a good steward of Higwarrs. What if young Slytherins heard your blatant bias?”
Harry opened and closed his mouth. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“We’re both professors.”
“Yes. I almost forgot.”
“We’re both professors. We can’t - you know - drop to our knees and suck cock at this very moment. Unfortunately.”
Harry spewed his whiskey everywhere. “What? Unfortunately?”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Why did you think I ask you here today?”
“To suck my cock??”
Malfoy growled. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m attempting to be … sincere.”
“I don’t understand what youre trying to be sincere about.”
Malfoy bi his lip again. Harry stared, trying to catch a glimpse of his tongue. “Perhaps I asked you here because I wanted to - what is the saying? - Oh, to be young and feel love's keen sting.”
“Sting? You want me to sting you?”
“Merlin, Potter.” Malfoy laughed and pushed a piece of cake toward Harry. “Try it. It’s the madam’s version of Blancmange.”
Harry did what he was told. He smacked his lips. “It tastes like dirigible plums.”
“Vey good, Potter,” Malfoy drawled lowly. His voice went straight to harry’s cock.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He touched malfoy’s hand. “Come on. The writer is getting sleepy and wants to sleep. Let;s go outside.”
They went outside, and the sky was snowing. They had to find private place. Malfoy took his hand and dragged him to a lonely alley. Malfoy cast a privacy charm, then turned to harry. They both hesitated.
“Right,” harry said, the whiskey burning through him, blurring his thoughts. “This is where i have some courage.”
“This is where we both have courage.” Malfoy pressed harry against the brick wall and kissed him deeply. The kiss was electrifying .
Harry moaned. He’d wanted to kiss malfoy for ages and now it was finally happening.
Then they were ripping each other’s clothes off and it was rally sexy. Trust me. Harry got a hand down malfoy’s trousers, and they both moaned. Malfoy felt amazing in his palm. Harry stared at his face as he stroked him.
Malfoy twisted, acting like he was the one pinned to the wall. “Please,” he whispered.
Harry’s hand quickened. He couldn’t look away from malfoy, and malfoy’s face was so open, so needy. Harry had no idea he could look like this.
Then malfoy came and it was very hot. Totally hot. Malfoy shoved harry against the wall, wait he had already gone that … i men, harry … did something. I’m tired.
Harry kissed Malfoy again, and they were both trembling. Malfoy sneaked his han down harry’s pant (i mean trousers, you know) and um, fuck. OKAT. Malfoy stroked harry just like harry had stroked him, but harry thought it was better. Malfoy kissed up his neck, his lips so soft against harry’s hot neck. His fest tugged harry over, over, so slowly. Harry bucked and tried to muffle his needy noises.
“Are you going to come for me?” malfo whispered.
“Shut ip - i can’t.”
“You can.” malfoy’s fist quickened.
Harry thrust, he writhed. He pulled malfoy’s lips to his own, kissing him desperately. For somereason, he thought about lavender brown because it;s prompt :)
Harry came with a cry, a heavy cry. I don’t know why its heavy, okay. Get it goethe.
Harry came with a cry, thrusting desperately. Malfoy milked him through his orgasm, his eyes dark, lidded, and never leaving harry’s face. Harry felt so revealed.
When it was all over, Harry slumped in Malfoy’s arms. “Wow,” Harry whispered.
Malfoy ran his nose over his hair, breathing him in. “That was brilliant.”
“Yes, it was.” Harry slowly stood on his own. He looked shly at Malfoy and laughed. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
Beaming, Malfoy kissed his cheek. He grabbed his hand. “Come back to the castle with me. I’m having Lavender over for tea. Will you join us?”
“Yes, just don’t give me Amortentia,” Harry said. He squeezed Malfoy’s hand. “Happy Valentines; Day.”
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Date: 2021-02-16 05:21 pm (UTC)Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He touched malfoy’s hand. “Come on. The writer is getting sleepy and wants to sleep. Let;s go outside.”
BOL. Take that fourth wall!
And the title and Harry's reaction to in-universe is perfect.
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Date: 2021-02-16 07:09 pm (UTC)Malfoy glowed. He wasn’t a Veela, that’s another fic, but he was a shimmering cloud of hot arse
That line is a thing of beauty! I cried! :D
You are not being a good steward of Higwarrs
No, he definitely wasn't. I think. ;P
I love when you got sleepy! And I loved you just telling us the hand job was sexy or that it was hot. And somehow, it actually was?? I think that sort of simple statement actually did lend itself to the heat of this, which is... mind-boggling. It just fit, you know?
I loved this! Awesome job, MA! :D
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Date: 2021-02-17 12:53 am (UTC)*and it was rally sexy. Trust me. *
::snort::
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Date: 2021-02-17 04:36 am (UTC)I loved the burping hearts drink, it sounds so cute.
& this line made me laugh so much!!
Harry wasn’t about to order Malfoy’c Burning Cock or wjayeber.
and this exchange:
“Do I make you nervous?” malfoy asked.
“Jesus, no.” harry dropped his eyes, then peaked up at malfoy. He couldn’t avoid malfoy’s glittering eyes. “Yes. i admit it.”
hahaha I love how harry gave in so easily!!
thank you for this hilarious fic!!
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Date: 2021-02-17 07:40 am (UTC)LOL - I laughed so much reading this - it was hilarious AND sexy, trust me. So goooooooood!
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Date: 2021-02-18 02:48 am (UTC)And this: "Then they were ripping each other’s clothes off and it was rally sexy. Trust me." I do--I trust anyone who makes me laugh this much!
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Date: 2021-02-18 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-19 03:39 pm (UTC)Ded. I am deceased. LOL I love your Harry and Draco though. :D
For somereason, he thought about lavender brown because it;s prompt :)
HAHAHAHAHAHA Smart man.
This was great. Fantastic!
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Date: 2021-02-20 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-21 05:48 am (UTC)As with everyone else, these lines were EVERYTHING for me.
Also I don't know where Malfoy gets off talking about "trying to be sincere." It's pretty clear that he sincerely wants to suck Harry's cock.
Also Malfoy's self-assuredness being soothing to Harry's nerves was lovely.
The meta in here was lovely. I enjoyed. And also, yes, all the authors were getting tired of writing this go-round, weren't we? And ! It's a good thing Harry didn't say anything aloud about that, because Draco would not be having that!
So good, MA! Thank you!
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Date: 2021-02-21 03:12 pm (UTC)OMG shimmering cloud of hot arse. I'm going to FOREVER think of him this way. YES. LOLOLOL
Then they were ripping each other’s clothes off and it was rally sexy. Trust me.
I do! I do!!
Haha this was fantastic and so much fun.