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birdsofshoreTitle: Cellmates
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Pairing: Harry / Draco
Word count: ~1500
Rating: R?
Summary: Harry and Draco find a quiet, secluded little place to round off a perfect evening. Shame it's the cells at the DMLE.
Warnings: Flagrantly fanon Draco. Dialogue fic. Implied sexual acts.
A/N: Foreidheann_writes. Happy Birthday, my dear! capitu suggested that bottom!Draco and hung!Harry might go down well. I hope you don't mind that this is a sequel to my story One Prick Away from Heaven. And, as everything has to be about semi-public sex this week, it's also an entry for the Anywhere But the Bed comment fest. :D
“This turned out even better than I expected, Potter. It's the perfect place to round off a date.”
“The cells at the DMLE?”
“Yes. So... edgy. Deliciously degenerate, in fact.”
“It's not like it's the first time you've ended up here.”
“No, but it's the first time I've had interesting company. Everyone else usually runs away when the Aurors appear. You're much more fun.”
“Well, I suppose I only have myself to blame. I should have known it wouldn't end well when you started pole-dancing up and down that traffic sign.”
"Pah – people just don't appreciate great choreography when they see it. It wasn't a very busy road, anyway. But, come on, did you see Weasley's face when he booked us in? I believe I shall think of it with great happiness until my dying day.”
“Can we please not talk about it any more?”
“Certainly. Although, I have to admit it was one of the more memorable times I have had lately. In fact, the only thing that marred the evening, Potter, is that you lied to me."
"Huh?"
"You didn't wear the gloves, after all. It's been a grave disappointment to me."
"Hmm. I wasn't sure if they went with my outfit. But... I did bring them along, as a matter of fact. They're in my pocket."
"Silly! Leather goes with everything. They'll look especially fabulous now that you've got rid of that awful t-shirt."
"I didn"t get rid of it, Malfoy. Two of your friends at the bar tore it off me while chanting 'Body shot! Body shot!'"
"Well, what's the difference? You look much better as you are, anyway. Ah, now you're scowling, again. Don't you ever worry about wrinkles? I must admit those jeans fit you rather nicely, though."
"Well... I'm happy you approve."
“Approve? Merlin, yes. Those are my favourite kind of jeans, in fact.”
“What, Levi's?”
“No, I mean the kind that looks as though it took several trained helpers to wrestle you into them. So, do you really have the gloves, or are you just teasing me?”
“They're right here.”
"Just slip them on, then, and let me take a look at the whole ensemble. That's it. And the other one. Well. Look at that. You Aurors certainly do like to keep yourselves fit, don't you? I might just take something off myself. It seems a little warm in here."
"You're only wearing a beret and a pair of hotpants, Malfoy."
"I have excellent circulation. Sometimes it gets over-stimulated. Yes, I'd say your outfit is actually rather perfect, now, Potter. Just come out like that next time; wear the gloves from the beginning, and don't waste your time bothering with the shirt at all.”
“Who says there's going to be a next time?”
“Don't be so mean. Hold still for a moment, though. You've just got a smudge of something... Just there."
"I got pretty sweaty, while we were dancing. And some of your glitter rubbed off on me."
"Well, it would. I had to get close like that, to help you dance properly, didn't I? You were doing it all wrong until I showed you... There's just another smudge... here."
"Whoa... Malfoy, did you have to clean it off with your tongue?"
"Absolutely. I needed to find out whether it was my glitter or someone else's. I saw that Harvey making eyes at you while I was getting the drinks."
"He was certainly a very... friendly sort of person. So, was it your glitter?"
"It is. Mine tastes of raspberries."
"Is that so? I happen to be very partial to raspberries."
"Fancy that. And here's me positively covered in the stuff.”
“... OK, stop looking at me like that, Malfoy.”
“Like what?”
“Like... with your eyes all shiny. And your mouth looking so... I know perfectly well what you're up to. Think about where we are.”
“I know exactly where we are... Oh, look what I just found under my beret. I quite forgot I slipped it in there.”
“What – a hipflask? You know that carrying on the party in the cells isn't the greatest idea, yes? I could get in a lot of trouble at work over this. A lot of trouble.”
“Doesn't it get dull, worrying about such petty things all the time? They're hardly likely to want to prosecute their star Auror, are they? Just have a little nip of this, why don't you? It'll take your mind off these trivial worries.”
“Hmm. Suppose I might as well.”
“That's the spirit. Have another. Seize the moment.”
“Is that what you said to the guy who practically dragged you off to the toilets earlier?”
“I didn't know you'd seen that!”
“Of course I saw. Everyone saw.”
“You should have come with us. Didn't you want to know what we were going to do?”
“I know full well what you were going to do. You were grinding against him, moaning like a—”
“Are you jealous?”
"No!"
"Wouldn't you have liked to watch? To see what I look like when I'm—"
“Shut up, Malfoy.”
“Why, you've gone all growly and stern. I do like it when you play the Auror.”
“I'm not playing anything.”
“You see? Just like that. It makes me feel all peculiar. Right here.”
“Right there, eh?”
“Yes. Feel. Just here....”
“You really ought to let go of my hand, Malfoy.”
“I'm not very fond of doing things that I ought to do.”
“So I've noticed. Well... I'm not sure if I would say that you feel peculiar.”
“What would you say, then?”
“You feel... ah, you feel pretty good, right there.”
“I do? What about here?”
“Uh, yes.”
“And... here?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“What about if we just slip these off... mmm, that makes things easier, now, doesn't it? And I'm not so overheated any more.”
“Jesus, Malfoy.”
“Well, look at that.”
“I'm looking.”
“It's like your hand was just made to—”
“Nnngh. Let me take these gloves off—”
“No, nononono. Not at all. Keep them right where they are. But I may have to call for help.”
“What the—? But I thought you—”
“Calm down. Only because I might need assistance peeling you out of these jeans.”
“I think I can manage that myself.”
“Well, it looks like you can. Look how good you are at managing everything. Merlin's balls, Potter, have you been hiding that monster under your robes all these years?”
“Hmm. I thought you'd have noticed, what with the jeans...”
“To be perfectly honest, I presumed you must have helped things out with a couple of socks or something. But no, it's all you. Thanks be. Think I'll just dive in, if no-one objects.”
“Fuck, Malfoy. What if... uhhh... someone comes?”
“Oh, we're both going to come, I assure you. Hopefully more than once.”
“Ron's just upstairs. Ahh, fuck. Your mouth... it's... He might come and check.”
“Then he'll get quite the eyeful. Now hush, you're putting me off. Don't talk, unless it's to say, oh, Malfoy.”
“Mmm. Oh, Malfoy. Ohhhh. God, yes.”
“Still worried about Weasley? I can always stop, if you like...”
“You dare, you bastard. Let me... oh, gods, yessss, just like that.”
“You Aurors. So kinky. Imagine wanting to do this down in the cells, while wearing your gloves, as well. I'm shocked.”
“You talk too much, Malfoy.”
“I'm just coming up for air from time to time. Such a shame if it was all over in a flash. Anyway, next you'll be wanting to take me home and handcuff me to your bed while you teach me a lesson.”
“If we ever get out of here, Malfoy, I intend to.... oh, sweet holy fuck— ”
“Potter! Really, your language. I'm quite appalled.”
“Malfoy, the second I get my wand back, I'm Apparating the two of us straight to my place and I'm going to show you how an Auror deals with a mouthy little prick like you― ahhh. I'll have you bent over and squealing till you― nnnngh. And it's no good smirking at me like that like you planned this whole bloody thing—”
“This isn't a smirk, not at all. This is me looking awfully scared and sorry. I can't help it if it looks a little bit like a smirk.”
“Just you wait― I'm going to― jesus, yes― you bastard, Malfoy, ahhhhhh, yes, fuck, yessssss.”
“... Well, well, well. You don't hold back, do you, once you get going? I reckon Weasley probably heard that, and Robards, and probably the Aurors who are at home in bed asleep all heard that, too.”
“Bloody hell.”
“They'll be letting us go just so they can get some peace, I'd imagine.”
“Stop grinning. That was—”
“That was a great start to the evening.”
“The start? Oh, Malfoy...”
“I suggest you get to it. Raspberries, Potter. Your favourite, remember? And keep those gloves on."
Author:
birdsofshorePairing: Harry / Draco
Word count: ~1500
Rating: R?
Summary: Harry and Draco find a quiet, secluded little place to round off a perfect evening. Shame it's the cells at the DMLE.
Warnings: Flagrantly fanon Draco. Dialogue fic. Implied sexual acts.
A/N: For
eidheann_writes. Happy Birthday, my dear! capitu suggested that bottom!Draco and hung!Harry might go down well. I hope you don't mind that this is a sequel to my story One Prick Away from Heaven. And, as everything has to be about semi-public sex this week, it's also an entry for the Anywhere But the Bed comment fest. :D***
“This turned out even better than I expected, Potter. It's the perfect place to round off a date.”
“The cells at the DMLE?”
“Yes. So... edgy. Deliciously degenerate, in fact.”
“It's not like it's the first time you've ended up here.”
“No, but it's the first time I've had interesting company. Everyone else usually runs away when the Aurors appear. You're much more fun.”
“Well, I suppose I only have myself to blame. I should have known it wouldn't end well when you started pole-dancing up and down that traffic sign.”
"Pah – people just don't appreciate great choreography when they see it. It wasn't a very busy road, anyway. But, come on, did you see Weasley's face when he booked us in? I believe I shall think of it with great happiness until my dying day.”
“Can we please not talk about it any more?”
“Certainly. Although, I have to admit it was one of the more memorable times I have had lately. In fact, the only thing that marred the evening, Potter, is that you lied to me."
"Huh?"
"You didn't wear the gloves, after all. It's been a grave disappointment to me."
"Hmm. I wasn't sure if they went with my outfit. But... I did bring them along, as a matter of fact. They're in my pocket."
"Silly! Leather goes with everything. They'll look especially fabulous now that you've got rid of that awful t-shirt."
"I didn"t get rid of it, Malfoy. Two of your friends at the bar tore it off me while chanting 'Body shot! Body shot!'"
"Well, what's the difference? You look much better as you are, anyway. Ah, now you're scowling, again. Don't you ever worry about wrinkles? I must admit those jeans fit you rather nicely, though."
"Well... I'm happy you approve."
“Approve? Merlin, yes. Those are my favourite kind of jeans, in fact.”
“What, Levi's?”
“No, I mean the kind that looks as though it took several trained helpers to wrestle you into them. So, do you really have the gloves, or are you just teasing me?”
“They're right here.”
"Just slip them on, then, and let me take a look at the whole ensemble. That's it. And the other one. Well. Look at that. You Aurors certainly do like to keep yourselves fit, don't you? I might just take something off myself. It seems a little warm in here."
"You're only wearing a beret and a pair of hotpants, Malfoy."
"I have excellent circulation. Sometimes it gets over-stimulated. Yes, I'd say your outfit is actually rather perfect, now, Potter. Just come out like that next time; wear the gloves from the beginning, and don't waste your time bothering with the shirt at all.”
“Who says there's going to be a next time?”
“Don't be so mean. Hold still for a moment, though. You've just got a smudge of something... Just there."
"I got pretty sweaty, while we were dancing. And some of your glitter rubbed off on me."
"Well, it would. I had to get close like that, to help you dance properly, didn't I? You were doing it all wrong until I showed you... There's just another smudge... here."
"Whoa... Malfoy, did you have to clean it off with your tongue?"
"Absolutely. I needed to find out whether it was my glitter or someone else's. I saw that Harvey making eyes at you while I was getting the drinks."
"He was certainly a very... friendly sort of person. So, was it your glitter?"
"It is. Mine tastes of raspberries."
"Is that so? I happen to be very partial to raspberries."
"Fancy that. And here's me positively covered in the stuff.”
“... OK, stop looking at me like that, Malfoy.”
“Like what?”
“Like... with your eyes all shiny. And your mouth looking so... I know perfectly well what you're up to. Think about where we are.”
“I know exactly where we are... Oh, look what I just found under my beret. I quite forgot I slipped it in there.”
“What – a hipflask? You know that carrying on the party in the cells isn't the greatest idea, yes? I could get in a lot of trouble at work over this. A lot of trouble.”
“Doesn't it get dull, worrying about such petty things all the time? They're hardly likely to want to prosecute their star Auror, are they? Just have a little nip of this, why don't you? It'll take your mind off these trivial worries.”
“Hmm. Suppose I might as well.”
“That's the spirit. Have another. Seize the moment.”
“Is that what you said to the guy who practically dragged you off to the toilets earlier?”
“I didn't know you'd seen that!”
“Of course I saw. Everyone saw.”
“You should have come with us. Didn't you want to know what we were going to do?”
“I know full well what you were going to do. You were grinding against him, moaning like a—”
“Are you jealous?”
"No!"
"Wouldn't you have liked to watch? To see what I look like when I'm—"
“Shut up, Malfoy.”
“Why, you've gone all growly and stern. I do like it when you play the Auror.”
“I'm not playing anything.”
“You see? Just like that. It makes me feel all peculiar. Right here.”
“Right there, eh?”
“Yes. Feel. Just here....”
“You really ought to let go of my hand, Malfoy.”
“I'm not very fond of doing things that I ought to do.”
“So I've noticed. Well... I'm not sure if I would say that you feel peculiar.”
“What would you say, then?”
“You feel... ah, you feel pretty good, right there.”
“I do? What about here?”
“Uh, yes.”
“And... here?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“What about if we just slip these off... mmm, that makes things easier, now, doesn't it? And I'm not so overheated any more.”
“Jesus, Malfoy.”
“Well, look at that.”
“I'm looking.”
“It's like your hand was just made to—”
“Nnngh. Let me take these gloves off—”
“No, nononono. Not at all. Keep them right where they are. But I may have to call for help.”
“What the—? But I thought you—”
“Calm down. Only because I might need assistance peeling you out of these jeans.”
“I think I can manage that myself.”
“Well, it looks like you can. Look how good you are at managing everything. Merlin's balls, Potter, have you been hiding that monster under your robes all these years?”
“Hmm. I thought you'd have noticed, what with the jeans...”
“To be perfectly honest, I presumed you must have helped things out with a couple of socks or something. But no, it's all you. Thanks be. Think I'll just dive in, if no-one objects.”
“Fuck, Malfoy. What if... uhhh... someone comes?”
“Oh, we're both going to come, I assure you. Hopefully more than once.”
“Ron's just upstairs. Ahh, fuck. Your mouth... it's... He might come and check.”
“Then he'll get quite the eyeful. Now hush, you're putting me off. Don't talk, unless it's to say, oh, Malfoy.”
“Mmm. Oh, Malfoy. Ohhhh. God, yes.”
“Still worried about Weasley? I can always stop, if you like...”
“You dare, you bastard. Let me... oh, gods, yessss, just like that.”
“You Aurors. So kinky. Imagine wanting to do this down in the cells, while wearing your gloves, as well. I'm shocked.”
“You talk too much, Malfoy.”
“I'm just coming up for air from time to time. Such a shame if it was all over in a flash. Anyway, next you'll be wanting to take me home and handcuff me to your bed while you teach me a lesson.”
“If we ever get out of here, Malfoy, I intend to.... oh, sweet holy fuck— ”
“Potter! Really, your language. I'm quite appalled.”
“Malfoy, the second I get my wand back, I'm Apparating the two of us straight to my place and I'm going to show you how an Auror deals with a mouthy little prick like you― ahhh. I'll have you bent over and squealing till you― nnnngh. And it's no good smirking at me like that like you planned this whole bloody thing—”
“This isn't a smirk, not at all. This is me looking awfully scared and sorry. I can't help it if it looks a little bit like a smirk.”
“Just you wait― I'm going to― jesus, yes― you bastard, Malfoy, ahhhhhh, yes, fuck, yessssss.”
“... Well, well, well. You don't hold back, do you, once you get going? I reckon Weasley probably heard that, and Robards, and probably the Aurors who are at home in bed asleep all heard that, too.”
“Bloody hell.”
“They'll be letting us go just so they can get some peace, I'd imagine.”
“Stop grinning. That was—”
“That was a great start to the evening.”
“The start? Oh, Malfoy...”
“I suggest you get to it. Raspberries, Potter. Your favourite, remember? And keep those gloves on."
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