birdsofshore | Drabble: Irresistible Desires (Harry/Draco, PG-13) (Reply)

Title: Irresistible Desires
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: This was written for the One Prompt, Many Writers challenge hosted by melusinahp at her journal.

The prompt was “To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”― Federico García Lorca, and there are 26 other ficlets, with various pairings, genres etc, at the link above.

Apologies for what is to follow, but I really needed to blow off some steam that week. I was half-delighted and half-ashamed that looking at the poll, it was apparently fairly easy to guess that I was the author. I was completely delighted that someone thought omi_ohmy wrote it, and someone thought dyson_rules wrote it! (I know they were probably just guessing by pairing, but please don't disillusion me in my joy :D)

Harry froze, his hand on the doorknob. He could hardly believe what he was hearing from inside his own sitting room.

"Ohh, yes." Draco's voice carried clearly through the closed door. "Yes, Merlin, yes!" The sound was that peculiar mixture of intense pleasure, tinged with pain, which Harry knew so well.

"So good, Neville. Just... fuuuck... " Harry's knuckles whitened as he imagined the scene inside. He could picture Draco all too clearly. His eyes glassy, unfocused, head thrown back a little, making his throat one long, delicious line. His mouth, pouting with pleasure, the pink tongue sliding out to lick his swollen lips.

"Oh god. Yes, more, I need it, Nev, just give me all of it, everything you've got." Draco's words were coming faster as he used his considerable powers of persuasion. Harry heard the answering rumble of Neville's deeper voice. He felt riveted to the spot. Maybe he should just tiptoe away and pretend that he hadn't come home from work early? No, that wouldn't help anyone. He wouldn't be able to forget what he had heard.

"Unghh... just a little more. Come on... God, I feel so full, it's fucking amazing."

Harry hesitated. He could not deny that there was a certain kinky appeal to listening like this. A wicked voice whispered that he could maybe wait another minute or so, there was no harm in it....

Draco began to sound tortured. "Shit, I don't know if I can take any more. It's just too much... "

A spoon clattered from his hand onto the floor as Harry burst into the room. Exactly as he had thought. Neville had the tubs of ice cream all lined up, and was making notes on Draco's reactions. He even had a clipboard, this time.

Draco slumped on the sofa, red-faced.

"For fuck's sake, Draco, I don't care how much of Neville's ice cream you eat, but you know you're going to come whining to me again when you can't fit into your leather trousers. I heard more than enough about it last time."

Harry turned in annoyance to Neville, who had the grace to look ashamed. "And as for you, Longbottom. Can't you find another tester for when you've developed some new flavours for the shop? You know his self-control is absolutely zero. He eats himself sick, then spends the evening giving me earache about his bloody gutache."

Neville nodded, shifting awkwardly in his seat. "Sorry, Harry. It's just hard to find someone who can manage all the flavours in one sitting - most people get nauseous after the first five or six. And he's so enthusiastic, you know? He gives the most amazing feedback."

Draco groaned penitently. The top button of his trousers was undone, and his over-fed stomach protruded over the top, a charming little swell. Harry sat down beside him, his frown softening. He let his arm slip tenderly around Draco's waist.

"Yes, well, luckily for me, he's never been one to keep quiet about the things he desires."