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bleedingangel84Title: Tiramisu
Author: bleedingangel84
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Draco loves his tiramisu, and it's driving Harry crazy. Disclaimer: Characters belong to J. K. Rowling and related copyright holders. I am merely borrowing them. Don't sue.
Warnings: Language, Slytherin plotting, non-explicit mention of toys...I think that's it.
Notes: This is what happens after I've eaten tiramisu at Olive Garden. That stuff is entirely addictive. I wrote this a last year, but I'm going to slowly start moving my fics here, if anyone is interested in them. It's also posted over at Adult Fan Fiction under my penname of vampirekisses, so, no I haven't stolen it, that's me. Enjoy! Feedback is encouraged.
Harry sat in his favorite Italian restaurant, watching his beautiful boyfriend devour his dessert. The ecstatic moans coming from Draco’s delectable lips were enough to create a distinct tent in his trousers. This was how the blond sounded when the couple made love. Watching the silver-hared god of a man was enough to make Harry wonder if it was possible to come just from seeing and hearing the way Draco was succumbing to one of his favorite treats. Hearing yet another soft, nearly sexual sound from his lover was pushing Harry’s already strained self-control to the edge of its fragile endurance. Forcefully dragging his mind away from the decidedly carnal images it was producing, Harry cleared his throat.
“Draco, love, do you have any idea what you are doing to me at this very moment?” Harry whispered softly, “If you continue making those noises, I may be forced to embarrass us both by coming in my trousers. That would be a very sticky situation indeed. Wouldn’t you say so?’
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake Harry, do you have to be so crude? I can’t help it if this tiramisu is the best thing I’ve swallowed in months.” Draco arched one pale brow and looked at him pointedly. Harry snorted in amusement. “And you say I’m the crude one! At least I wasn’t sitting here practically making love to my dessert. You sounded like someone in a desperately bad porn film, Draco,” Harry criticized.
“You loved it and you know it. You were a hair’s breadth away from public embarrassment. You said so yourself,” Draco smirked seductively, giving a long lick to the bowl of his spoon with his talented, agile tongue. Harry felt his trousers constrict even further as he hissed in need. “Draco Malfoy, are you trying to kill me? You look so wicked doing that. I need you…now. Hang the consequences. I have never been so fucking envious of an inanimate object. At least, not since that time I caught you using that dildo. You can either get down on those beautiful knees and suck me here, or Apparate us to the flat. Make you choice, but either way, you will scream for me before this night is through."
Draco felt a pool of heat begin in his belly and work its way south. He loved it when Harry was in control like this. He quickly laid an indeterminate amount of galleons on the table to pay for their meal, taking his lover's arm and reappearing seconds later in their cozy little flat.
That night, after a long and thoroughly exhaustive session of mutual debauchery and multiple orgasms, the former Slytherin contemplated his night’s work with a wide and satisfied grin stretching his bruised and swollen lips. The tiramisu had been an excellent choice.
Author: bleedingangel84
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Draco loves his tiramisu, and it's driving Harry crazy. Disclaimer: Characters belong to J. K. Rowling and related copyright holders. I am merely borrowing them. Don't sue.
Warnings: Language, Slytherin plotting, non-explicit mention of toys...I think that's it.
Notes: This is what happens after I've eaten tiramisu at Olive Garden. That stuff is entirely addictive. I wrote this a last year, but I'm going to slowly start moving my fics here, if anyone is interested in them. It's also posted over at Adult Fan Fiction under my penname of vampirekisses, so, no I haven't stolen it, that's me. Enjoy! Feedback is encouraged.
Harry sat in his favorite Italian restaurant, watching his beautiful boyfriend devour his dessert. The ecstatic moans coming from Draco’s delectable lips were enough to create a distinct tent in his trousers. This was how the blond sounded when the couple made love. Watching the silver-hared god of a man was enough to make Harry wonder if it was possible to come just from seeing and hearing the way Draco was succumbing to one of his favorite treats. Hearing yet another soft, nearly sexual sound from his lover was pushing Harry’s already strained self-control to the edge of its fragile endurance. Forcefully dragging his mind away from the decidedly carnal images it was producing, Harry cleared his throat.
“Draco, love, do you have any idea what you are doing to me at this very moment?” Harry whispered softly, “If you continue making those noises, I may be forced to embarrass us both by coming in my trousers. That would be a very sticky situation indeed. Wouldn’t you say so?’
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake Harry, do you have to be so crude? I can’t help it if this tiramisu is the best thing I’ve swallowed in months.” Draco arched one pale brow and looked at him pointedly. Harry snorted in amusement. “And you say I’m the crude one! At least I wasn’t sitting here practically making love to my dessert. You sounded like someone in a desperately bad porn film, Draco,” Harry criticized.
“You loved it and you know it. You were a hair’s breadth away from public embarrassment. You said so yourself,” Draco smirked seductively, giving a long lick to the bowl of his spoon with his talented, agile tongue. Harry felt his trousers constrict even further as he hissed in need. “Draco Malfoy, are you trying to kill me? You look so wicked doing that. I need you…now. Hang the consequences. I have never been so fucking envious of an inanimate object. At least, not since that time I caught you using that dildo. You can either get down on those beautiful knees and suck me here, or Apparate us to the flat. Make you choice, but either way, you will scream for me before this night is through."
Draco felt a pool of heat begin in his belly and work its way south. He loved it when Harry was in control like this. He quickly laid an indeterminate amount of galleons on the table to pay for their meal, taking his lover's arm and reappearing seconds later in their cozy little flat.
That night, after a long and thoroughly exhaustive session of mutual debauchery and multiple orgasms, the former Slytherin contemplated his night’s work with a wide and satisfied grin stretching his bruised and swollen lips. The tiramisu had been an excellent choice.
