Fic: Papa May I?
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alisanneTitle: Papa May I?
Author:alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Summary: Draco just wants to be consulted on things.
Word Count: 1101
Genre: Romance, erotica, humor
Warnings: Rimming.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_pots_n_porn, prompt #77: Salsa, for hd_fluff's prompt #102: May words, and for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enchanted_jae's monthly drabble challenge #99: May.
Betas:emynn and sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Papa May I?
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Walking into the living room, Draco blinked.
Looking up from the mess on the table, Scorpius smiled in welcome. “Hello, Father!”
Albus and Lily, obviously better able to sense his mood, blanched. “Papa Malfoy,” they both chorused.
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. “What are you three doing?” he asked.
“Making salsa!” Scorpius beamed. “It’s Mexican. And according to our new Muggle Studies professor, May is an important month for Mexicans. So we had to research Mexican food.”
“And this...research involves cutting t vegetables and making a mess of the living room?”
“We’ll clean it up,” said Albus. “Dad said we could.”
Draco hummed. “Did he, now? And where is your father?”
“In the workout room.”
Draco started to move away. “I’m just going to discuss this with him.” He gestured towards the table. “See that that mess is gone when I get back.”
Not waiting for an answer, Draco hurried towards the workout room. Since both he and Harry taught at Hogwarts and had children who were at school there, they had decided to make it their primary home. As DADA professor, Harry had added a workout space to their quarters, equipped with Cushioning Charms on the walls and floor, and the best shields they could both muster.
Knocking to warn Harry he was entering, in case he was in full combat mode, Draco walked in.
Harry, sweaty and panting, turned to face him. He was shirtless, his workout trousers moulded to his legs, and everything Draco had been about to say went right out of his mind.
“Everything all right?” Harry asked, wand held loosely in his hand. He gave Draco a slow once over.
It took Draco a moment to recall why he was there. “No, everything is not all right,” he snapped. “Our children are making a mess in the living room.”
Slowly, Harry smiled. “The salsa you mean?” He shrugged. “I told them they could. I like salsa. Goes great with crisps.”
“That’s not the point.” Draco sighed. “Look, Harry, to do this parenting thing right, we need to both agree on all decisions regarding the children. They should have asked both of us so we could have discussed it.”
Harry’s smile faded. “Do you honestly feel I’m not involving you in the important decisions?”
Draco sighed. “No. But this is a slippery slope. So next time--”
“All right. Next time I’ll be sure to consult you.” Harry hummed, putting down his wand and moving closer. “Was there anything else?”
“No.” Draco tore his eyes from Harry’s muscled torso. “I’ll leave you to your workout.”
“Don’t.” The purr in Harry’s voice made Draco shiver. “Stay and spar with me.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Spar?”
Harry grinned. “You know. Wrestle with me.”
Draco smirked. “You mean you want me to throw you around the room a bit?”
Harry laughed. “Or I could throw you.”
Draco pursed his lips. “Or we could just cut straight to the sex.”
Harry hummed, sliding his arms around him. “There’s that.”
There was still a battle for supremacy, however, as there always was when they came together, but Harry was, as usual, in top fighting form. In only moments he had Draco pinned to the floor, his face pressed into the carpet. Leaning in, he murmured, “May I kiss you?”
Draco tried not to smile. “If you must.”
“You know, I really think I must.” Harry nibbled the back of his neck. “Although I don’t want to do anything without consulting you.”
Closing his eyes, Draco relaxed. “Shut up and do it, prat.”
Laughing, Harry scraped his teeth along Draco’s neck, making him shudder. A whispered word made his clothes disappear, and when Harry next shifted over him, he, too, was naked.
Draco spread his legs. “Come on.”
Harry seemed intent on taking his time, though, kissing Draco’s shoulders and back as he slowly made his way down. By the time he got to the swell of Draco’s arse, Draco was panting.
Again, however, Harry paused. “May I lick you?” he breathed against Draco’s skin.
“Oh, for--” Draco arched his back. “Just do it!”
“Mm.” As Harry’s tongue slid over his hole, Draco groaned, pressing back. He loved it when Harry did this, loved having Harry’s tongue in him or on him. And when he added his fingers and a Lubrication Charm, Draco practically came apart.
Moaning, Draco buried his face in the carpet and clung to sanity. He was trembling, moments from coming, when Harry stopped, raised his head, and whispered, “May I fuck you, Draco?”
It took Draco a moment to formulate a response. “Potter, if you don’t shove your cock in me right now, I swear to Merlin I will--”
Harry moved so fast Draco barely had time to draw breath before he shoved himself deep and started to move in and out. He clung to Draco’s hips, his grip bruising, but Draco didn’t mind. Groaning, he pressed back, trying to take even more of Harry.
They didn’t last long, Harry’s rhythm deteriorating as Draco’s muscles clung to him. But Harry managed one last question. “May...may I come inside you?”
Draco growled, clenching his arse as hard as he could, even as he slipped his hand around his own cock to bring himself off. But it wasn’t until Harry’s hand covered his that Draco came with a shout, spurting all over both their hands and the carpet.
Harry fucked him a few more times before he, too, came, stiffening and spilling inside Draco, collapsing unto him.
“Ow,” Draco complained after catching his breath. “You’re heavy.”
Harry rolled onto his side, arms still curled around Draco while he recovered. “So, are you really angry about the salsa?” he whispered.
Draco had to think to recall what Harry was talking about. He snorted. “No. I just don’t want to have to clean it up. And I do want to us to agree on things ahead of time when it concerns the children. Otherwise they’ll run circles around us.”
Humming, Harry kissed Draco’s shoulder. “Oh, we will. And don’t worry. I think we agree on the fundamentals. We’ll figure it out. As for the salsa--” He nuzzled Draco’s neck. “We definitely won’t be picking it up for them. They know better than that.” Sitting up, Harry reached for his wand and with a muttered incantation, cleaned them up. “Now, shall we go and see how the salsa tastes? Perhaps sample some before we make them clear everything away?”
Draco smiled. “Why not? I love Mexican.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Summary: Draco just wants to be consulted on things.
Word Count: 1101
Genre: Romance, erotica, humor
Warnings: Rimming.
A/N: Written for
hd_pots_n_porn, prompt #77: Salsa, for hd_fluff's prompt #102: May words, and for enchanted_jae's monthly drabble challenge #99: May. Betas:
emynn and sevfanDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Papa May I?
~
Walking into the living room, Draco blinked.
Looking up from the mess on the table, Scorpius smiled in welcome. “Hello, Father!”
Albus and Lily, obviously better able to sense his mood, blanched. “Papa Malfoy,” they both chorused.
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. “What are you three doing?” he asked.
“Making salsa!” Scorpius beamed. “It’s Mexican. And according to our new Muggle Studies professor, May is an important month for Mexicans. So we had to research Mexican food.”
“And this...research involves cutting t vegetables and making a mess of the living room?”
“We’ll clean it up,” said Albus. “Dad said we could.”
Draco hummed. “Did he, now? And where is your father?”
“In the workout room.”
Draco started to move away. “I’m just going to discuss this with him.” He gestured towards the table. “See that that mess is gone when I get back.”
Not waiting for an answer, Draco hurried towards the workout room. Since both he and Harry taught at Hogwarts and had children who were at school there, they had decided to make it their primary home. As DADA professor, Harry had added a workout space to their quarters, equipped with Cushioning Charms on the walls and floor, and the best shields they could both muster.
Knocking to warn Harry he was entering, in case he was in full combat mode, Draco walked in.
Harry, sweaty and panting, turned to face him. He was shirtless, his workout trousers moulded to his legs, and everything Draco had been about to say went right out of his mind.
“Everything all right?” Harry asked, wand held loosely in his hand. He gave Draco a slow once over.
It took Draco a moment to recall why he was there. “No, everything is not all right,” he snapped. “Our children are making a mess in the living room.”
Slowly, Harry smiled. “The salsa you mean?” He shrugged. “I told them they could. I like salsa. Goes great with crisps.”
“That’s not the point.” Draco sighed. “Look, Harry, to do this parenting thing right, we need to both agree on all decisions regarding the children. They should have asked both of us so we could have discussed it.”
Harry’s smile faded. “Do you honestly feel I’m not involving you in the important decisions?”
Draco sighed. “No. But this is a slippery slope. So next time--”
“All right. Next time I’ll be sure to consult you.” Harry hummed, putting down his wand and moving closer. “Was there anything else?”
“No.” Draco tore his eyes from Harry’s muscled torso. “I’ll leave you to your workout.”
“Don’t.” The purr in Harry’s voice made Draco shiver. “Stay and spar with me.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Spar?”
Harry grinned. “You know. Wrestle with me.”
Draco smirked. “You mean you want me to throw you around the room a bit?”
Harry laughed. “Or I could throw you.”
Draco pursed his lips. “Or we could just cut straight to the sex.”
Harry hummed, sliding his arms around him. “There’s that.”
There was still a battle for supremacy, however, as there always was when they came together, but Harry was, as usual, in top fighting form. In only moments he had Draco pinned to the floor, his face pressed into the carpet. Leaning in, he murmured, “May I kiss you?”
Draco tried not to smile. “If you must.”
“You know, I really think I must.” Harry nibbled the back of his neck. “Although I don’t want to do anything without consulting you.”
Closing his eyes, Draco relaxed. “Shut up and do it, prat.”
Laughing, Harry scraped his teeth along Draco’s neck, making him shudder. A whispered word made his clothes disappear, and when Harry next shifted over him, he, too, was naked.
Draco spread his legs. “Come on.”
Harry seemed intent on taking his time, though, kissing Draco’s shoulders and back as he slowly made his way down. By the time he got to the swell of Draco’s arse, Draco was panting.
Again, however, Harry paused. “May I lick you?” he breathed against Draco’s skin.
“Oh, for--” Draco arched his back. “Just do it!”
“Mm.” As Harry’s tongue slid over his hole, Draco groaned, pressing back. He loved it when Harry did this, loved having Harry’s tongue in him or on him. And when he added his fingers and a Lubrication Charm, Draco practically came apart.
Moaning, Draco buried his face in the carpet and clung to sanity. He was trembling, moments from coming, when Harry stopped, raised his head, and whispered, “May I fuck you, Draco?”
It took Draco a moment to formulate a response. “Potter, if you don’t shove your cock in me right now, I swear to Merlin I will--”
Harry moved so fast Draco barely had time to draw breath before he shoved himself deep and started to move in and out. He clung to Draco’s hips, his grip bruising, but Draco didn’t mind. Groaning, he pressed back, trying to take even more of Harry.
They didn’t last long, Harry’s rhythm deteriorating as Draco’s muscles clung to him. But Harry managed one last question. “May...may I come inside you?”
Draco growled, clenching his arse as hard as he could, even as he slipped his hand around his own cock to bring himself off. But it wasn’t until Harry’s hand covered his that Draco came with a shout, spurting all over both their hands and the carpet.
Harry fucked him a few more times before he, too, came, stiffening and spilling inside Draco, collapsing unto him.
“Ow,” Draco complained after catching his breath. “You’re heavy.”
Harry rolled onto his side, arms still curled around Draco while he recovered. “So, are you really angry about the salsa?” he whispered.
Draco had to think to recall what Harry was talking about. He snorted. “No. I just don’t want to have to clean it up. And I do want to us to agree on things ahead of time when it concerns the children. Otherwise they’ll run circles around us.”
Humming, Harry kissed Draco’s shoulder. “Oh, we will. And don’t worry. I think we agree on the fundamentals. We’ll figure it out. As for the salsa--” He nuzzled Draco’s neck. “We definitely won’t be picking it up for them. They know better than that.” Sitting up, Harry reached for his wand and with a muttered incantation, cleaned them up. “Now, shall we go and see how the salsa tastes? Perhaps sample some before we make them clear everything away?”
Draco smiled. “Why not? I love Mexican.”
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