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alisanneTitle: Owed
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alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco ponders the state of their sex life.
Word Count: ~2200
Genre: Romance, MILD angst.
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
hd_365 as the second in a series of fics leading up to Valentine's Day. This installment is based on the letter "O".
Betae:eeyore9990 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.
Link to Owed on LJ
or read it here:
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Owed
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Waking up to Harry’s lips always made Draco happy. Waking up with Harry’s lips on his mouth and then his forehead made him slightly less happy, but since that usually led to having Harry’s lips elsewhere on his body, Draco wasn’t too worried. That is, until the bed dipped, indicating that someone was getting out of it. Since Draco was still half-asleep, that meant... “Harry?” Draco queried drowsily. “Where--?”
“Relax, love.” Harry sounded very awake and...regretful?
Somehow, Draco persuaded one eye to open. “Too early,” he complained, blinking in the dim light of their bedroom. “Come back t’ bed.”
“Can’t.” Harry was actually dressed, much to Draco’s alarm. “I have an early meeting. New assignment.”
“What time is it?” Draco fumbled under his pillow for his wand, but Harry waved his first, casting Tempus for him. “Six-twenty? Merlin’s beard!”
“I know.” Harry sighed. “I have to leave now or I’ll be late,” he said, and sending a longing look back at Draco, he turned towards the door. “I’ll be back tonight and I’ll make it up to you then.”
A moment later Harry was gone, and a short time after that, Draco heard their Floo engage. “But I’m horny!” Draco wailed to the empty room.
With a groan, Draco hauled himself out of bed. Lingering there with a morning erection was hardly worth it without company.
~
After a perfunctory wank in the shower, Draco felt slightly better. He padded downstairs to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea, spotted The Prophet lying there, and smiled. Harry must have let the delivery owl in.
Picking it up, he settled into his chair in the breakfast nook of their kitchen. It had a superb view of their garden, and as he watched, the sun was just beginning to come up. Draco sighed and relaxed.
The front page had nothing of interest, apart from the usual sensational headlines. The gossip columns on page five still made no mention of his boss and his mother’s affair, thank God. Breathing a little easier, Draco scanned the rest, his eyes landing on a reminder to all the wizards that Valentine’s Day was only four days away.
Draco pursed his lips. This would be a special Valentine’s Day, their first as husband and husband, perhaps he ought to plan something, although, given their competing schedules, it would probably be difficult. We’ll be lucky to manage actual sex on Valentine’s Day at the rate we’re going.
They hadn’t missed a day of sex yet since getting married, but they’d had some close calls. Usually, they managed something in the morning, but Harry’s early meeting had ruined that. Draco was going to have to think of some way to enjoy his husband later. Perhaps at the office, he mused, a smirk blooming across his face. It’s been a while since we did it there. I’ll just have to be sure that busy-body Agatha isn’t around.
“What’re you planning, dearie?” the stove asked as Draco stood up.
Grinning, Draco placed his cup in the sink. “What makes you think I’m planning anything?”
The refrigerator chimed in. “We’ve seen that look before.”
Draco laughed. “Sadly, you’re not located in our office. You’d get an eyeful.” On his way out of the kitchen, his smiled widened as the other appliances began to call out helpful suggestions after him. He hoped he’d have a chance to try as many of their ideas as possible.
~
Harry proved to be a hard man to track, for all that Draco was an Auror. According to Shacklebolt’s undersecretary, the early morning meeting had involved all department heads and special team leaders, of which Harry was one. It had run long, so Draco had filed several reports, then gone to get tea. His hopes for a mid-morning tryst were rapidly fading.
At noon, Draco went to get lunch, and, figuring Harry would probably be back by then and be hungry, he picked up a sandwich for him as well. I may let him eat before I fuck him. Lunch sacks in his hand, Draco set off for their office.
“Malfoy!”
Draco paused, his back stiffening as a familiar voice called to him. Shit, this is turning into a bad day. Turning around, he smiled, knowing it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes and not really caring. “Wood. Fancy seeing you here.”
Oliver Wood still looked bloody good, damn him. His team was doing great in the leagues, too. Harry mentioned it every now and again. Draco had just got to the point of not stiffening up every time Wood’s name was mentioned.
“Hey, Malfoy, I was looking for Harry,” Wood said.
Draco went cold. “Oh?”
Wood smiled. “Yeah. Oh, and I heard about your wedding. Congratulations, Harry’s quite the catch.”
“Yes, he is.” Draco inclined his head. “Thank you. So why are you looking for him?”
“I’m afraid that’s private, but if you’d let him know that I got his message, I’d appreciate it.”
With that, Wood turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Draco staring after him. With a snarl, Draco dropped Harry’s lunch into a dustbin and stormed away. Let Harry find his own food!
~
By the time he got home, Draco was fuming. He’d snapped at several people throughout the day, and by evening, everyone had been avoiding him, including Harry, apparently, who Draco never saw once, despite the fact that they shared the same office.
He had a solitary dinner, again gazing out at the garden, although this time there was no cheerful commentary from the appliances, who, apparently sensing Draco’s foul mood, left him alone.
When it got too dark to see anything, Draco rose, walked upstairs, and got undressed. He briefly contemplated heading out to a club but decided not to. Face set, he crawled into bed, sat back against the headboard, crossed his arms, and waited.
~
Draco really did love waking up with Harry’s lips on him... Wait, Harry?
With a gasp, Draco sat up, in the process smacking Harry’s forehead with his own.
“Ouch!” Harry rubbed his head. “Surprised you, did I?”
Draco narrowed his eyes. “Surprised? Oh no. Surprised was what I was when you left at the crack of dawn this morning before you could take care of my morning erection. Surprised is what I was when Oliver Wood showed up looking for you today just as I was planning fun things we could do to each other on our desks!”
Harry blinked, then smiled. “Our desks? What about our desks?”
“Never mind that. Why was Wood looking for you?” Draco demanded.
“Oliver?” Harry shrugged. “What did he say?”
“He said to tell you he’d ‘received your message’,” Draco gritted out.
“Oh, great!” Harry sighed. “I suppose the surprise is ruined, then.”
“Surprise?”
“Yeah, I asked him to get me Quidditch tickets as a surprise for you. He must have got them. I’ll have to owl him.”
“Tickets?” Draco relaxed slightly.
Beginning to remove his clothes, Harry smiled. “Yeah, they’re for the Valentine’s Day fundraising Quidditch match. I thought it would be fun for us to go out to dinner and then to the match.”
“I see.” Draco could feel himself blushing.
Harry, now naked, stretched out next to him, propped up on one arm. “Right, so how was your day?” he asked casually.
“My day?” Draco asked, voice dangerously soft. “My day was spent looking for you.”
“Are you upset, Draco?”
“Upset? Why would I be upset?” Draco knew he was beginning to screech but he couldn’t help it. Two days ago they had been unable to keep their hands off each other at his mother’s and now... “I saw Wood, and I know how he feels about you, and then he said you had contacted him and I thought...”
“What did you think?” Harry asked gently, tucking a lock of hair behind Draco’s ear in a familiar and tender gesture. Draco leaned into the caress.
“I just wanted to find you so I could reassure myself that you’re mine.” Draco bit his lip and looked away.
“Well, here I am.” Harry said. Brushing a kiss across Draco’s lips, he asked, “Now what?”
Draco smirked.
Harry’s eyes widened as Draco rolled him onto his back and leaned over him.
“Now I enjoy my husband,” Draco said, straddling Harry. “We had an arrangement, remember? We’re supposed to make love every day, Harry. Every day, or did that change when we got married?”
“Of course not! It was just a busy day, Draco, we’ll--” Harry’s words were interrupted by Draco’s lips. Several moments later, when Draco raised his head, Harry was gasping, dazed. “Wow.”
“We only have a few minutes until the day is over,” Draco whispered, panting. “And you owe me.”
“I owe you?”
Draco ground his erection against Harry’s belly. “Mm hm. I’ve had this waiting for you practically all day,” he purred. “Time for you to fulfil your husbandly duties and give me my daily orgasm.”
Harry grinned. “Oh, I think I can manage that,” he said, moaning as Draco’s hand skimmed down his body to encircle his cock. “Mmm.” Shifting and opening his legs, he sighed as Draco settled between them.
“Maybe we should’ve put that in our vows,” Draco whispered as he nibbled his way down Harry’s chest.
“What?” Harry gasped, arching up against Draco’s mouth.
Draco mouthed his nipple. “That you would promise to give me an orgasm every day.”
Harry laughed, the sound turning to a moan as Draco lightly bit him. “Your mother was there! Can you -- oh God -- can you imagine saying that in front of her?”
“We could have disguised it,” Draco whispered, his mouth now hovering over Harry’s navel. “Said something like ‘I vow to provide you with the big O every day’.”
“Oh yes,” Harry chuckled, eyes fluttering as Draco flirted with his belly button for a moment before continuing downwards. “Subtle.”
Draco smiled. “Always,” he purred before sucking Harry’s erection into his mouth in one go.
Harry’s fingers clenched in Draco’s hair as he keened. Draco pulled off immediately. “Oh, I think not,” he whispered, reaching to the jar of lubricant sitting on their nightstand. “It’s my turn to scream.”
“Get...get on with it, then,” Harry panted, shifting his hips to allow Draco to prepare him. “You’re not the only one who’s been --fuck, yes there -- thinking about this, you know.”
“Oh?” Draco moved hastily, the sight of Harry writhing on his fingers doing nothing to calm his libido. His prick was aching to be buried in Harry, and if he didn’t do it soon, he would be spurting all over Harry instead of in him. “You thought about this? About wrapping your legs around my neck as I fuck you into the mattress?”
“God,” Harry rasped, his hands fisting in the sheets as Draco positioned Harry’s legs over his shoulders. “Yes!”
“Mm, was it during your morning meeting?” Draco asked, pressing a kiss to Harry’s inner thigh. “Were you thinking about this,” he asked, sliding his lubricated cock into Harry’s arsehole, “while sipping tea and discussing boring departmental issues and assignments?”
“Yes!” Harry hissed. He clenched his muscles around Draco, drawing a moan from him.
“Good.” Draco thrust firmly, aiming carefully, his effort rewarded when Harry bucked up against him. “Did I find it?”
“Fuck, yes!”
Bending to his task, Draco fucked Harry ruthlessly, snogging him even as he moved briskly in and out of his clenching body. “God, you feel--”
“You, too,” Harry whispered back against Draco’s lips, his fingernails convulsively digging into Draco’s shoulders. They would leave marks, Draco was sure.
Draco had just enough presence of mind to reach for Harry’s erection and give it a few firm tugs as he sped up his thrusts. Harry clearly appreciated this, the veins in his neck standing out as he arched up to get closer. Draco licked Harry’s neck and whispered, “Come for me.”
Harry gurgled and obeyed him, spurting over Draco’s fingers and their bellies.
Draco’s orgasm came a moment later, hitting him hard, his muscles seizing as pleasure lanced through him. Draco screamed, burying his face into Harry’s shoulder as he poured all he had into Harry’s clenching body. Shuddering with aftershocks, he could feel Harry shifting against him, the warmth of his spunk still spreading between them.
Downstairs, the grandfather clock chimed and Draco counted, smiling as the twelfth chime echoed through the house briefly before silence descended.
“That was close,” Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to Draco’s shoulder.
Draco smirked and, rolling over, brought Harry with him. A Cleaning Spell removed the stickiness, and Draco pulled the blanket up around them. “Too close. Next time no leaving in the morning until we make love, even if you have to wake me up.”
Harry chuckled. “Good rule.”
Breathing evenly, Draco basked in the warmth of Harry’s arms until something occurred to him. “Harry?”
“Mm?”
“Since those tickets are no longer a surprise, what are you getting me for Valentine’s Day?”
~
Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco ponders the state of their sex life.
Word Count: ~2200
Genre: Romance, MILD angst.
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for
hd_365 as the second in a series of fics leading up to Valentine's Day. This installment is based on the letter "O".Betae:
eeyore9990 and sevfanDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Link to Owed on LJ
or read it here:
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Owed
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Waking up to Harry’s lips always made Draco happy. Waking up with Harry’s lips on his mouth and then his forehead made him slightly less happy, but since that usually led to having Harry’s lips elsewhere on his body, Draco wasn’t too worried. That is, until the bed dipped, indicating that someone was getting out of it. Since Draco was still half-asleep, that meant... “Harry?” Draco queried drowsily. “Where--?”
“Relax, love.” Harry sounded very awake and...regretful?
Somehow, Draco persuaded one eye to open. “Too early,” he complained, blinking in the dim light of their bedroom. “Come back t’ bed.”
“Can’t.” Harry was actually dressed, much to Draco’s alarm. “I have an early meeting. New assignment.”
“What time is it?” Draco fumbled under his pillow for his wand, but Harry waved his first, casting Tempus for him. “Six-twenty? Merlin’s beard!”
“I know.” Harry sighed. “I have to leave now or I’ll be late,” he said, and sending a longing look back at Draco, he turned towards the door. “I’ll be back tonight and I’ll make it up to you then.”
A moment later Harry was gone, and a short time after that, Draco heard their Floo engage. “But I’m horny!” Draco wailed to the empty room.
With a groan, Draco hauled himself out of bed. Lingering there with a morning erection was hardly worth it without company.
~
After a perfunctory wank in the shower, Draco felt slightly better. He padded downstairs to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea, spotted The Prophet lying there, and smiled. Harry must have let the delivery owl in.
Picking it up, he settled into his chair in the breakfast nook of their kitchen. It had a superb view of their garden, and as he watched, the sun was just beginning to come up. Draco sighed and relaxed.
The front page had nothing of interest, apart from the usual sensational headlines. The gossip columns on page five still made no mention of his boss and his mother’s affair, thank God. Breathing a little easier, Draco scanned the rest, his eyes landing on a reminder to all the wizards that Valentine’s Day was only four days away.
Draco pursed his lips. This would be a special Valentine’s Day, their first as husband and husband, perhaps he ought to plan something, although, given their competing schedules, it would probably be difficult. We’ll be lucky to manage actual sex on Valentine’s Day at the rate we’re going.
They hadn’t missed a day of sex yet since getting married, but they’d had some close calls. Usually, they managed something in the morning, but Harry’s early meeting had ruined that. Draco was going to have to think of some way to enjoy his husband later. Perhaps at the office, he mused, a smirk blooming across his face. It’s been a while since we did it there. I’ll just have to be sure that busy-body Agatha isn’t around.
“What’re you planning, dearie?” the stove asked as Draco stood up.
Grinning, Draco placed his cup in the sink. “What makes you think I’m planning anything?”
The refrigerator chimed in. “We’ve seen that look before.”
Draco laughed. “Sadly, you’re not located in our office. You’d get an eyeful.” On his way out of the kitchen, his smiled widened as the other appliances began to call out helpful suggestions after him. He hoped he’d have a chance to try as many of their ideas as possible.
~
Harry proved to be a hard man to track, for all that Draco was an Auror. According to Shacklebolt’s undersecretary, the early morning meeting had involved all department heads and special team leaders, of which Harry was one. It had run long, so Draco had filed several reports, then gone to get tea. His hopes for a mid-morning tryst were rapidly fading.
At noon, Draco went to get lunch, and, figuring Harry would probably be back by then and be hungry, he picked up a sandwich for him as well. I may let him eat before I fuck him. Lunch sacks in his hand, Draco set off for their office.
“Malfoy!”
Draco paused, his back stiffening as a familiar voice called to him. Shit, this is turning into a bad day. Turning around, he smiled, knowing it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes and not really caring. “Wood. Fancy seeing you here.”
Oliver Wood still looked bloody good, damn him. His team was doing great in the leagues, too. Harry mentioned it every now and again. Draco had just got to the point of not stiffening up every time Wood’s name was mentioned.
“Hey, Malfoy, I was looking for Harry,” Wood said.
Draco went cold. “Oh?”
Wood smiled. “Yeah. Oh, and I heard about your wedding. Congratulations, Harry’s quite the catch.”
“Yes, he is.” Draco inclined his head. “Thank you. So why are you looking for him?”
“I’m afraid that’s private, but if you’d let him know that I got his message, I’d appreciate it.”
With that, Wood turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Draco staring after him. With a snarl, Draco dropped Harry’s lunch into a dustbin and stormed away. Let Harry find his own food!
~
By the time he got home, Draco was fuming. He’d snapped at several people throughout the day, and by evening, everyone had been avoiding him, including Harry, apparently, who Draco never saw once, despite the fact that they shared the same office.
He had a solitary dinner, again gazing out at the garden, although this time there was no cheerful commentary from the appliances, who, apparently sensing Draco’s foul mood, left him alone.
When it got too dark to see anything, Draco rose, walked upstairs, and got undressed. He briefly contemplated heading out to a club but decided not to. Face set, he crawled into bed, sat back against the headboard, crossed his arms, and waited.
~
Draco really did love waking up with Harry’s lips on him... Wait, Harry?
With a gasp, Draco sat up, in the process smacking Harry’s forehead with his own.
“Ouch!” Harry rubbed his head. “Surprised you, did I?”
Draco narrowed his eyes. “Surprised? Oh no. Surprised was what I was when you left at the crack of dawn this morning before you could take care of my morning erection. Surprised is what I was when Oliver Wood showed up looking for you today just as I was planning fun things we could do to each other on our desks!”
Harry blinked, then smiled. “Our desks? What about our desks?”
“Never mind that. Why was Wood looking for you?” Draco demanded.
“Oliver?” Harry shrugged. “What did he say?”
“He said to tell you he’d ‘received your message’,” Draco gritted out.
“Oh, great!” Harry sighed. “I suppose the surprise is ruined, then.”
“Surprise?”
“Yeah, I asked him to get me Quidditch tickets as a surprise for you. He must have got them. I’ll have to owl him.”
“Tickets?” Draco relaxed slightly.
Beginning to remove his clothes, Harry smiled. “Yeah, they’re for the Valentine’s Day fundraising Quidditch match. I thought it would be fun for us to go out to dinner and then to the match.”
“I see.” Draco could feel himself blushing.
Harry, now naked, stretched out next to him, propped up on one arm. “Right, so how was your day?” he asked casually.
“My day?” Draco asked, voice dangerously soft. “My day was spent looking for you.”
“Are you upset, Draco?”
“Upset? Why would I be upset?” Draco knew he was beginning to screech but he couldn’t help it. Two days ago they had been unable to keep their hands off each other at his mother’s and now... “I saw Wood, and I know how he feels about you, and then he said you had contacted him and I thought...”
“What did you think?” Harry asked gently, tucking a lock of hair behind Draco’s ear in a familiar and tender gesture. Draco leaned into the caress.
“I just wanted to find you so I could reassure myself that you’re mine.” Draco bit his lip and looked away.
“Well, here I am.” Harry said. Brushing a kiss across Draco’s lips, he asked, “Now what?”
Draco smirked.
Harry’s eyes widened as Draco rolled him onto his back and leaned over him.
“Now I enjoy my husband,” Draco said, straddling Harry. “We had an arrangement, remember? We’re supposed to make love every day, Harry. Every day, or did that change when we got married?”
“Of course not! It was just a busy day, Draco, we’ll--” Harry’s words were interrupted by Draco’s lips. Several moments later, when Draco raised his head, Harry was gasping, dazed. “Wow.”
“We only have a few minutes until the day is over,” Draco whispered, panting. “And you owe me.”
“I owe you?”
Draco ground his erection against Harry’s belly. “Mm hm. I’ve had this waiting for you practically all day,” he purred. “Time for you to fulfil your husbandly duties and give me my daily orgasm.”
Harry grinned. “Oh, I think I can manage that,” he said, moaning as Draco’s hand skimmed down his body to encircle his cock. “Mmm.” Shifting and opening his legs, he sighed as Draco settled between them.
“Maybe we should’ve put that in our vows,” Draco whispered as he nibbled his way down Harry’s chest.
“What?” Harry gasped, arching up against Draco’s mouth.
Draco mouthed his nipple. “That you would promise to give me an orgasm every day.”
Harry laughed, the sound turning to a moan as Draco lightly bit him. “Your mother was there! Can you -- oh God -- can you imagine saying that in front of her?”
“We could have disguised it,” Draco whispered, his mouth now hovering over Harry’s navel. “Said something like ‘I vow to provide you with the big O every day’.”
“Oh yes,” Harry chuckled, eyes fluttering as Draco flirted with his belly button for a moment before continuing downwards. “Subtle.”
Draco smiled. “Always,” he purred before sucking Harry’s erection into his mouth in one go.
Harry’s fingers clenched in Draco’s hair as he keened. Draco pulled off immediately. “Oh, I think not,” he whispered, reaching to the jar of lubricant sitting on their nightstand. “It’s my turn to scream.”
“Get...get on with it, then,” Harry panted, shifting his hips to allow Draco to prepare him. “You’re not the only one who’s been --fuck, yes there -- thinking about this, you know.”
“Oh?” Draco moved hastily, the sight of Harry writhing on his fingers doing nothing to calm his libido. His prick was aching to be buried in Harry, and if he didn’t do it soon, he would be spurting all over Harry instead of in him. “You thought about this? About wrapping your legs around my neck as I fuck you into the mattress?”
“God,” Harry rasped, his hands fisting in the sheets as Draco positioned Harry’s legs over his shoulders. “Yes!”
“Mm, was it during your morning meeting?” Draco asked, pressing a kiss to Harry’s inner thigh. “Were you thinking about this,” he asked, sliding his lubricated cock into Harry’s arsehole, “while sipping tea and discussing boring departmental issues and assignments?”
“Yes!” Harry hissed. He clenched his muscles around Draco, drawing a moan from him.
“Good.” Draco thrust firmly, aiming carefully, his effort rewarded when Harry bucked up against him. “Did I find it?”
“Fuck, yes!”
Bending to his task, Draco fucked Harry ruthlessly, snogging him even as he moved briskly in and out of his clenching body. “God, you feel--”
“You, too,” Harry whispered back against Draco’s lips, his fingernails convulsively digging into Draco’s shoulders. They would leave marks, Draco was sure.
Draco had just enough presence of mind to reach for Harry’s erection and give it a few firm tugs as he sped up his thrusts. Harry clearly appreciated this, the veins in his neck standing out as he arched up to get closer. Draco licked Harry’s neck and whispered, “Come for me.”
Harry gurgled and obeyed him, spurting over Draco’s fingers and their bellies.
Draco’s orgasm came a moment later, hitting him hard, his muscles seizing as pleasure lanced through him. Draco screamed, burying his face into Harry’s shoulder as he poured all he had into Harry’s clenching body. Shuddering with aftershocks, he could feel Harry shifting against him, the warmth of his spunk still spreading between them.
Downstairs, the grandfather clock chimed and Draco counted, smiling as the twelfth chime echoed through the house briefly before silence descended.
“That was close,” Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to Draco’s shoulder.
Draco smirked and, rolling over, brought Harry with him. A Cleaning Spell removed the stickiness, and Draco pulled the blanket up around them. “Too close. Next time no leaving in the morning until we make love, even if you have to wake me up.”
Harry chuckled. “Good rule.”
Breathing evenly, Draco basked in the warmth of Harry’s arms until something occurred to him. “Harry?”
“Mm?”
“Since those tickets are no longer a surprise, what are you getting me for Valentine’s Day?”
~
