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Title: Draco's Bad Day (and Why It Wasn't So Bad At All)
Author:

drippingcherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~2,500
Rating: NC-17
Beta/Britpick: Thank you,

groolover!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: In which Draco had a bad day, and Harry is too distracted to listen to him complain.
A/N: This was written as a birthday gift for

enchanted_jae, who has been providing us with quality bottom!Draco fic for years. Her prompt was Draco's bad day, with complaining!Draco and randy!Harry. She also hinted not-so-subtly that she was all about the porn. You got it!

Harry poured himself a third glass of wine and took a gulp of the intoxicating red liquid. The evening wasn't going as planned. On a whim, he'd bought the most expensive bottle of Shiraz he could find and prepared Draco's favorite meal—Canard à l'Orange—with the intention of spoiling his fiancé and giving him whatever he desired tonight.

All Draco wanted to do, however, was vent. He had spent the day in Diagon Alley and returned irritated and downcast because people weren't as quick to forgive and forget as he'd hoped. Complaining about it all through dinner hadn't been enough; Draco continued his tirade even as they made themselves comfortable in the living room. If he realised that he didn't have Harry's full attention, the situation would go downhill in record time.

It wasn't that Harry didn't want to listen to Draco's numerous woes and show sympathy. He did. But his cock had more carnal demands—and it was winning the battle.

"I mean, you'd think that being engaged to the Sexy Saviour—or whatever it is they call you these days—would buy me some points, wouldn't you?" Draco asked.

Actually, what Harry really thought was that Draco looked damn sexy in that crisp white shirt he was wearing under his jumper; it made the skin under the unbuttoned collar look warm and inviting. He wanted to inhale the woodsy scent he knew lingered there. But he nodded, keeping eye contact as he used his thumb to wipe wine from the corner of his lips, although he'd have preferred it if Draco licked it off.

"You wouldn't believe how rude Madam Malkin was... asked if I wouldn't rather purchase my dress robes at Twilfitt and Tatting's. I did go there—I didn't tell her that, of course—but all of their robes were made of cheap material. I couldn't possibly go to the ball dressed like some commoner."

Truth be told, Harry didn't care what Draco wore to the Aurors' Ball. He had only one requirement for both their dress robes: that they were easy to take off.

His mind wandered, conjuring up images of Draco's strong, pale thighs wrapped tightly around his waist; of the smooth expanse of Draco's neck as he threw his head back against the pillows; of his abdominal muscles tightening as he approached climax.

"...and those stupid, bloody Goblins at Gringotts wouldn't even let me apply for the job!"

Goblins, yes. Not very sexy.

Harry latched on to the image. With any luck, it would prove to be an effective substitute for the cold shower he needed. He pictured their swarthy faces—Draco's pale face as he cries out in pleasure—sharp, pointy teeth—my teeth, clamping down on a plump nipple—overly-long fingers—Draco's fingers, digging into my arse cheeks as I pound into him from above.

"...just because I'm not two feet tall doesn't mean I can't count Galleons...Potter!"

Harry started at the sudden shout of his name.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"What—? Oh, yeah, of course."

Draco's lower lid twitched as he narrowed his eyes. Harry watched how his lashes came closer together, remembering how soft they felt whenever they brushed Harry's cheekbone while the two of them snogged.

Draco worried his lower lip, as if contemplating whether or not to let Harry off the hook this time.

Please, let it go? Harry thought, and it seemed like Draco would—until his eyes travelled down Harry's body, stopped at his crotch, and then shot back up to his face.

"You're hard!"

"So hard." Harry thanked the heavens that he'd already changed into his pyjamas; they were the only thing that could save him from being locked out of the bedroom for the night, because nothing quickened Draco's pulse like the sight of tented trousers. And the soft, thin cotton of Harry's pyjama bottoms gave his cock no resistance as it arched upwards, creating a mountain of striped blue cloth.

Draco's eyes darkened as black swallowed grey. The tip of his tongue darted out from in between his lips. "You're not wearing pants," he said hoarsely, as if Harry had ever worn pants underneath his pyjamas.

"No, I'm not."

Harry smirked, flattered that Draco found his cock as irresistible after six months of living together as he had when they'd first started fooling around. Eager to turn the situation to his favour while the other man's gaze was still locked on his crotch, Harry ran his fingers along the length of his shaft. There was a dark spot at the head of his prick, where precome had soaked through the cotton. Harry pressed down on it; his eyelids fluttered shut as the material dug into the slit, slippery and coarse against the sensitive skin. He whimpered.

"Incarcerous!"

Harry's eyes flew open, but it was too late. The magical rope coiled around his torso like the lash of a whip, tying his arms to his sides. It was a wicked, smart thing too—or rather, the wizard who had cast it was—because it had bound his arms in such a way that his palms were pressed firmly against the tops of his spread thighs. He could twist his hands stretch his thumbs and forefingers out so that they reached within an inch or two of his cock, but no closer.

"Very nice," Harry said.

Draco moved from the sofa to the coffee table, seating himself across from Harry, and sighed. "I'm very disappointed in you," he drawled. "After all this time, you still can't stop thinking about sex for long enough to listen to what I have to say."

Harry looked down at his knees. "Sorry."

"Luckily for you, you've managed to use my weakness against me." He glanced up at Harry with a look that promised nothing but mischief. "I know your weaknesses too, Potter. And I will exploit them to the fullest extent possible."

Harry's breath hitched, and he swallowed hard as Draco scooched closer until their knees were touching.

"You are not to move from your seat unless I tell you to. Understood?"

Against his better judgement, Harry nodded. Whatever game Draco wanted to play sounded fun, but he knew that before long he'd be begging for it to be over.

Draco reached forward and caressed Harry's cock through his pyjamas. A soft sound came from one of their mouths—Harry wasn't sure whose. After about thirty seconds, Draco sat back to appraise his handiwork. His lips parted, and he moved his hand to his own cock.

"Do you have any idea what that does to me, Harry? How badly I want you to pull out your cock and stick it in me, or in my mouth?" As he spoke, Draco unbuttoned his own trousers with nimble fingers, all the while keeping his eyes glued to Harry's crotch.

"Untie me, and I will happily oblige," Harry said.

Draco laughed and shook his head. "That would be too easy. I want to see you suffer."

And, lifting his hips off the table, Draco pulled down his pants and trousers. He cast them aside and dragged his fingertips slowly over his balls and up along the underside of his shaft. He stopped at the slit, where a drop of precome had gathered, but instead of spreading it over the glans, as Harry would have done, he brought it to his mouth to taste it.

The flavour of Draco's come, with which Harry was intimately familiar, exploded on his own tongue at the exact moment it touched the other man's.

"Mmm." Draco closed his eyes as the appreciative sound left his lips. He paid no mind to Harry, and acted as if he, his cock, and his hand were the sole occupants of the room. Hands, now that he started gently rolling his balls in the other.

"I am going to fuck you so hard when this is over," said Harry, transfixed by the sight before him.

"You're going to do no such thing. Tonight, I'm calling the shots." Draco wrapped his hand around his cock and began moving it up and down in slow, long strokes. His hips thrust upward into his palm on every downward stroke.

Harry lifted his foot to rub Draco's inner ankle. "Let me taste you."

Again Draco covered the tip of his thumb in the pearly fluid oozing from his cock. Harry parted his lips in anticipation, but Draco only grinned and brought the thumb to his own mouth.

Harry's cock throbbed in response. "Prat."

Draco spat into his hand and resumed wanking, his movements faster now. The rhythmic squelching caused an incessant coiling in his lower belly, and it was all he could do not to drop to his knees and taste Draco with or without the other man's permission.

Draco's hand was flying up and down his shaft, his breathing becoming heavier and more ragged by the second. "I'm gonna come, Harry. Don't you wish your mouth was on me so you could swallow every last drop?"

Harry licked his lips as he leaned forward. "Yes."

A few seconds of frantic stroking later, Draco threw his head back and cupped the head of his cock. Fuck, but Harry wished he hadn't done that. He had wanted to see the come pulse out and cover Draco's fingers. Even more so, he wished Draco's hand was his own so he could feel the hot come pooled in the hollow of his palm.

"I hate you," Harry said as the other man slid back further onto the table.

Draco lifted his legs, resting his feet on Harry's knees as he leaned back on his elbows, careful not to spill the come in his right hand. "Really, now?" he asked as he dipped the middle finger of his other hand in the fluid. "Does that mean you don't want to watch me stick my come-covered fingers inside my tight arse before I let you fuck me?"

Harry shifted in his seat; his cock ached something fierce.

"Didn't think so." Draco brought the finger down in between his legs and circled his entrance. He pushed the very tip of the digit past the puckered skin, gasped, and pulled it back out to scoop up more come. This time, he pushed all the way in to his knuckle.

Harry didn't realise his mouth was open, or that he had forgotten to swallow, until drool leaked out onto his lower lip.

Draco chuckled. By now, all of the spunk he had collected in his palm was inside him. He shoved two fingers in his arse and moaned. "Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you come inside me, and then fuck me again? It's always so wet and noisy the second time around."

Harry groaned as more fluid oozed from the tip of his own neglected cock. He pushed out with his arms to test the strength of his bonds, but they wouldn't give. Laughing again, Draco sat up and leaned forward, extending his finger for Harry to taste.

Harry took the proffered digit in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. It tasted like sex, and he sucked hard, refusing to let go when Draco started to pull it out. Finally, it escaped his mouth with a wet pop.

Draco resumed his previous position. "Just imagine, Harry," he said. "I've done all the work myself. All you need to do once I release you is plunge your cock into my tight, wet hole and pound into me until I can't remember my own name."

That's when Harry figured out what was really going on. This 'punishment' was really just Draco's way of earning himself a good, hard shag. Harry had obviously been too gentle with him the last few times, but he was more than willing to remedy the situation as soon as Draco put an end to the binding spell.

Draco seemed to have read his mind. Smirking, he picked up his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said, "Finite Incantatem."

Mere seconds after the ropes disappeared, Harry lifted Draco off the table by his behind and deposited him on the sofa. He had no idea when Draco had managed to get his cock out, but there it was, sticking out of his pyjamas, the tip purple and glistening. It appeared as though Draco really was dying for him to just...

"Have at it, Potter."

Draco was on his knees on the cushions, looking back over his shoulder at Harry. He was gripping the back of the sofa with his hands bracing himself for one hell of a ride. When it came to sex, Harry didn't need to be told twice. He got right up behind Draco, aligned his cock with that slicked-up hole and pushed forward. And, oh gods, it felt like he'd already fucked Draco once today.

Harry pulled out slowly, until only the head of his prick remained inside the other man, then slammed forward until his balls hit Draco's arse. He repeated this action a few times, just to hear Draco's suppressed cry each time their skin smacked together.

It wasn't the most comfortable position for Harry, leaning over Draco with his knees bent, but it allowed him to use his thigh muscles to put extra force into his thrusts once he established a steady, punishing rhythm. He wasn't going to last long, anyway; he'd waited too long and Draco was too bloody wet.

Draco rested his forehead on his left arm. His right hand was working furiously between his legs. "Harder, Harry... gonna come."

Harry was already coming, but he sank his teeth into Draco's shoulder and rode him hard and fast through his orgasm, until Draco tensed beneath him and cried out his name. Only then did he slide down to his knees and collapse against the other man.

He spent a minute or two panting against Draco's ear and sucking it into his mouth, before Draco finally got the hint and turned his head to kiss him. It was slow and sloppy perfect in that post-coital way.

Harry pulled Draco down on top of him as he lay down on the sofa. "Was that satisfactory?"

"Mmmhmm."

Draco's eyes were half-lidded, and his lips curved in a sated smile. There was no trace of the anger and irritation that had twisted his features only an hour earlier.

But Harry was intent on playing the role of the concerned boyfriend. "Wanna tell me about your bad day now?"

"Huh?" Draco wrinkled his brow and squinted at Harry for a moment. "Oh, that. I forgot about it already."

Harry gave a snort that turned into a laugh as he buried his face in the crook of Draco's shoulder. "Well, if you ever need to work off some frustration again, just let me know, okay?"

Draco grinned. "Nah, I'll just tie you up again. It's more fun."

The End.