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firewhiskeyficTitle: Jack Frost Can Suck It
Author:lq_traintracks
I am of legal drinking age in my region: I am indeed from the ancient times.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Draco
Challenge/Prompts used: none or all, depending on how you look at it
Summary: Harry adn Draco convince me to screw the prompts and just write them fucking.
Rating/Warnings: I really hope it’s going to be smutty. Let’s just plan on that. (It is. It’s smutty.) Let’s see, warnings: … smut??
Word count: 1,200???
Author's Notes (if any): It’s been too long, my friends. *raises a glass*
Characters’ Notes
“Hello, Potter.”
“Hey, Malfoy.”
“What are we doing here?”
“Someone’s writing about us.”
“Oh? Are they with The Prophet?”
“No, they’re doing a challenge of sorts. They’re going to try to write to a specific set of prompts.”
“How odd. WHichh prompts?”
“Seems it’s…
Jack Frost
Haunted House
Pumpkin Juice
Fright
Halloween Sex Toys
And
‘If anyone had told me I'd be waiting in a pumpkin patch on Halloween night, I'd have said they were crazy.’”
“So we’re to be written into a story including those things?”
Harry shrugs.
“What’s the matter, Potter? Jack Frost got your tongue?”
“That’s not funny.”
“No, I suppose not.”
Harry sighs. “I just… Well, my parents both died on Halloween night, so I’m not really feeling it, you know?”
“Hmm.” Draco frowns. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. Well, what are you feeling like being in a story about? My apologies to the writer. That was an awkward sentence.”
“I’m sure they’re fine with it,” Harry says, Then he adds, “I suppose I rather fancy being in a story about fucking you.”
“You fancy… what now?”
“Fucking you.”
“Me?!”
“Yes. You don’t have to be dramatic about it. I think it makes a lot of sense actually. You’re bent. I’m bent…”
“I am not!”
“Sure you’re not.”
Draco pauses. “Fine. I am.”
“So, what do you say?”
“What do I say? I think it’s up to our writer, don’t you? Aren’t they supposed to use those prompts?”
“I think they want to write us fucking, too.”
“What are they, some sort of pervert?”
“Probably,” says Harry.
“Is this still our ‘characters’ note’ or what have you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” Harry sidles up closer, his hand sliding onto Malfoy’s hip.
“Or maybe we’ve slipped into something more like a prologue.”
“I’d like to slip into something.”
Draco shivers as Harry’s hot breath exhales along the side of his neck. “All right. Then… How do we get them to get on with it?”
Harry smiles against the beat of his pulse. “Like this…”
~
Harry drags Malfoy into the alley, the music and cigarette smole following them through the door before he slams it shut. “Get your cock out.”
“Slow down. Maybe I need to be seduced.”
“Seduced,” Harry says, flicking his own belt open, working on the button, the zipper. “I thought that’s what you were doing to me on that dance floor.”
“And it worked.” Malfoy smirks, his hand cupping Harry’s straining (ugh no) his hard cock (hard is fine) inside the open fly of his jeans, palming him through his pants.
It absolutely fucking worked, Harry thinks. He’s been hard for at least six songs and two drinks. “I want to fuck you,” he says, reaching for Malfoy only for Malfoy to back away, smirk still in place, eyes glittering.
“Maybe I want you to beg me.”
Harry grwwls. Or something. But then it’s Malfoy’s hands reaching for him, cupping his hot cheek now, running a thumb along his lips until he parts them and Malfoy pushes inside, over his tongue, until Harry is obediently sucking on it.
“Mm,” Malfoy hums, pleased. “Get my cock out then if you want it so bad.”
Harry’s hands work fast, too fast; they’re clumsy, which only seems to please Malfoy more.
“You need to fuck me, don’t you?”
Harry sinks his hands into the back of Malfoy’s trousers, grips his sweet arse hard, maybe bruising that unblemished ivory skin. Except that it’s not. Unblemished, that is. Harry can see, even now, the pale slash of an old scar, the very wound one of many Harry himself inflicted.
“Don’t tell me you’re hot for the Sectum Sempra (that’s not right like wtf) scars. So predictable.” Malfoy rolls his eyes. “Very well.” He unbuttons his shirt, parts the fabric. And yes, there are scars. But also, his nipples are small and pale pink—they match the blush of his cock—and theyre pierced for fuck’s sake, and Harry wants them in his mouth now now fucking now.
“You’re drunk on wanting me.” Malfoy smiles, a malicious, subtle glee to it that pisses Harry off like everythying about hin has always pissed Harry off. “I bet you fuck like a Reducto.” Malfoy starts strooking Harry’s dick, pulling it out over his pants. “Bet you’d absolutely destroy me, hmm?”
Harry ruts into his touch, cock dripping with wanting inside him.
“But that’s not how it’s going to go tonight.”
His eyes having drifted closed, Harry hears the words late, struggles with them a moment. “Wh—?”
But Malfoy is already moving, coming away from the wall, pushing Harry’s front to it inside or like instead wtf. He yanks Harry’s jeans and pants down around his thighs. He casts a lubrication charm, and it’s Harry’s hole that gets slick.
“Fuck,” Harry says, or rather, sighs, and his cock jerks up toward his belly, his whole body run through with new, dizzy arousal.
“Yes,” Malfoy says, rubbing his cock through the mess he’s already made of Harry’s hole. Then he whispers at Harry’s ear, “Plot twist,” and sinks himself inside.
~~
Malfoy must have Apparated them to his flat after. Harry certainly didn’t do it. He’s too fucked out to cast, to think, to breathe.
Harry’s lying in Malfoy’s suitably luxurious bed, between sheets that are either silk or they’re charmed to feel even better. He’s nude now. He’d stipped off rather unceremoniously in Malfoy’s living room, if the Firewhiskey’s letting him remember correctly.
He remembers kissing him.
And kissing him
And kissing him.
And he very much remembers Malfoy going to his knees, taking Harry’s cock in his mouth, and then obliterating every memory of every blow job Harry had ever received previously.
He’s (obviously) still thinkingg aboutMalffoy’s mouth now, listening to the shower turn on in the bathroom and lazily stroking himself between Malfoy’s incredible sheets.
He must fall asleep, because the next thing he knows,,there’s the caress of a soft laugh against his hair.
“Enjoying yourself?” Malfoy asks.
Harry rouses enough to realise he fell asleep with his ahayynad (jesus his what!?!) arouund his dick still. “Mmm,” he hums, and then grabs what he can of Malfoy, dragging him on top of him, rolling them to thie sides, nuzzling into his neck, and then promptly losing every ounce of energy in his body. He goes slack, his breath leaving him.
“Malfff…” he says, fading already.
The last thing he feels is Malfoy’s hand pushing into his hair, massaging his scalp until he purrs. Then he must drift off—he must be dreaming—because he hears Malfoy chuckle and then say, close to his ear, “Get your rest, darling. Because soon enough, I’m going to ride that dick until you cry.”
Evewrything is grey, and then black, and then nothing. It’s nothing, and it’s everything. All at once.
Author:
lq_traintracksI am of legal drinking age in my region: I am indeed from the ancient times.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Draco
Challenge/Prompts used: none or all, depending on how you look at it
Summary: Harry adn Draco convince me to screw the prompts and just write them fucking.
Rating/Warnings: I really hope it’s going to be smutty. Let’s just plan on that. (It is. It’s smutty.) Let’s see, warnings: … smut??
Word count: 1,200???
Author's Notes (if any): It’s been too long, my friends. *raises a glass*
Characters’ Notes
“Hello, Potter.”
“Hey, Malfoy.”
“What are we doing here?”
“Someone’s writing about us.”
“Oh? Are they with The Prophet?”
“No, they’re doing a challenge of sorts. They’re going to try to write to a specific set of prompts.”
“How odd. WHichh prompts?”
“Seems it’s…
Jack Frost
Haunted House
Pumpkin Juice
Fright
Halloween Sex Toys
And
‘If anyone had told me I'd be waiting in a pumpkin patch on Halloween night, I'd have said they were crazy.’”
“So we’re to be written into a story including those things?”
Harry shrugs.
“What’s the matter, Potter? Jack Frost got your tongue?”
“That’s not funny.”
“No, I suppose not.”
Harry sighs. “I just… Well, my parents both died on Halloween night, so I’m not really feeling it, you know?”
“Hmm.” Draco frowns. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. Well, what are you feeling like being in a story about? My apologies to the writer. That was an awkward sentence.”
“I’m sure they’re fine with it,” Harry says, Then he adds, “I suppose I rather fancy being in a story about fucking you.”
“You fancy… what now?”
“Fucking you.”
“Me?!”
“Yes. You don’t have to be dramatic about it. I think it makes a lot of sense actually. You’re bent. I’m bent…”
“I am not!”
“Sure you’re not.”
Draco pauses. “Fine. I am.”
“So, what do you say?”
“What do I say? I think it’s up to our writer, don’t you? Aren’t they supposed to use those prompts?”
“I think they want to write us fucking, too.”
“What are they, some sort of pervert?”
“Probably,” says Harry.
“Is this still our ‘characters’ note’ or what have you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” Harry sidles up closer, his hand sliding onto Malfoy’s hip.
“Or maybe we’ve slipped into something more like a prologue.”
“I’d like to slip into something.”
Draco shivers as Harry’s hot breath exhales along the side of his neck. “All right. Then… How do we get them to get on with it?”
Harry smiles against the beat of his pulse. “Like this…”
~
Harry drags Malfoy into the alley, the music and cigarette smole following them through the door before he slams it shut. “Get your cock out.”
“Slow down. Maybe I need to be seduced.”
“Seduced,” Harry says, flicking his own belt open, working on the button, the zipper. “I thought that’s what you were doing to me on that dance floor.”
“And it worked.” Malfoy smirks, his hand cupping Harry’s straining (ugh no) his hard cock (hard is fine) inside the open fly of his jeans, palming him through his pants.
It absolutely fucking worked, Harry thinks. He’s been hard for at least six songs and two drinks. “I want to fuck you,” he says, reaching for Malfoy only for Malfoy to back away, smirk still in place, eyes glittering.
“Maybe I want you to beg me.”
Harry grwwls. Or something. But then it’s Malfoy’s hands reaching for him, cupping his hot cheek now, running a thumb along his lips until he parts them and Malfoy pushes inside, over his tongue, until Harry is obediently sucking on it.
“Mm,” Malfoy hums, pleased. “Get my cock out then if you want it so bad.”
Harry’s hands work fast, too fast; they’re clumsy, which only seems to please Malfoy more.
“You need to fuck me, don’t you?”
Harry sinks his hands into the back of Malfoy’s trousers, grips his sweet arse hard, maybe bruising that unblemished ivory skin. Except that it’s not. Unblemished, that is. Harry can see, even now, the pale slash of an old scar, the very wound one of many Harry himself inflicted.
“Don’t tell me you’re hot for the Sectum Sempra (that’s not right like wtf) scars. So predictable.” Malfoy rolls his eyes. “Very well.” He unbuttons his shirt, parts the fabric. And yes, there are scars. But also, his nipples are small and pale pink—they match the blush of his cock—and theyre pierced for fuck’s sake, and Harry wants them in his mouth now now fucking now.
“You’re drunk on wanting me.” Malfoy smiles, a malicious, subtle glee to it that pisses Harry off like everythying about hin has always pissed Harry off. “I bet you fuck like a Reducto.” Malfoy starts strooking Harry’s dick, pulling it out over his pants. “Bet you’d absolutely destroy me, hmm?”
Harry ruts into his touch, cock dripping with wanting inside him.
“But that’s not how it’s going to go tonight.”
His eyes having drifted closed, Harry hears the words late, struggles with them a moment. “Wh—?”
But Malfoy is already moving, coming away from the wall, pushing Harry’s front to it inside or like instead wtf. He yanks Harry’s jeans and pants down around his thighs. He casts a lubrication charm, and it’s Harry’s hole that gets slick.
“Fuck,” Harry says, or rather, sighs, and his cock jerks up toward his belly, his whole body run through with new, dizzy arousal.
“Yes,” Malfoy says, rubbing his cock through the mess he’s already made of Harry’s hole. Then he whispers at Harry’s ear, “Plot twist,” and sinks himself inside.
~~
Malfoy must have Apparated them to his flat after. Harry certainly didn’t do it. He’s too fucked out to cast, to think, to breathe.
Harry’s lying in Malfoy’s suitably luxurious bed, between sheets that are either silk or they’re charmed to feel even better. He’s nude now. He’d stipped off rather unceremoniously in Malfoy’s living room, if the Firewhiskey’s letting him remember correctly.
He remembers kissing him.
And kissing him
And kissing him.
And he very much remembers Malfoy going to his knees, taking Harry’s cock in his mouth, and then obliterating every memory of every blow job Harry had ever received previously.
He’s (obviously) still thinkingg aboutMalffoy’s mouth now, listening to the shower turn on in the bathroom and lazily stroking himself between Malfoy’s incredible sheets.
He must fall asleep, because the next thing he knows,,there’s the caress of a soft laugh against his hair.
“Enjoying yourself?” Malfoy asks.
Harry rouses enough to realise he fell asleep with his ahayynad (jesus his what!?!) arouund his dick still. “Mmm,” he hums, and then grabs what he can of Malfoy, dragging him on top of him, rolling them to thie sides, nuzzling into his neck, and then promptly losing every ounce of energy in his body. He goes slack, his breath leaving him.
“Malfff…” he says, fading already.
The last thing he feels is Malfoy’s hand pushing into his hair, massaging his scalp until he purrs. Then he must drift off—he must be dreaming—because he hears Malfoy chuckle and then say, close to his ear, “Get your rest, darling. Because soon enough, I’m going to ride that dick until you cry.”
Evewrything is grey, and then black, and then nothing. It’s nothing, and it’s everything. All at once.
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Date: 2025-10-14 12:18 am (UTC)