Fic: Navigating Tight Spaces
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alisanneTitle: Navigating Tight Spaces
Author:alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: A gift for Harry's kids turns out to be a gift for himself, too.
Word Count: 1130
Genre: Romance, humor
Warnings: sex inna tree?
A/N: Written forenchanted_jae's Monthly drabble challenge #98: Tree(s).
Betas:emynn and sevfan, but honorable mention goes to the members of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ushobwri, who were most concerned about splinters. No one's arse was damaged in the writing of this fic, however, Draco's assertions notwithstanding.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Navigating Tight Spaces
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Harry surveyed the treehouse he’d built for his children with satisfaction. It was small, so small he couldn’t actually stand up in it, but it was just the right size for them. He’d been nervous about attempting it by himself, but after consulting several books, and with the judicious application of magic, he’d managed.
He smiled. His kids would love it.
Plus, I do rather owe them a treat after the whole divorce thing.
His divorce from Ginny, while amicable, had been rough on them, especially since, with her job as manager for the Harpies, they’d mutually decided that it was best the kids stay with him the majority of the time. It had been a bit of an adjustment.
Thank Merlin for Draco.
Draco, who had recently gone through the same thing with his wife, had been invaluable to Harry. They had grown close, so close at work and outside of the Ministry that there were rumours swirling about them. Rumours Harry wished were true.
He does have a spectacular arse.
Harry pursed his lips. Thoughts of Draco had, as usual, given him an erection, and for once there was no one around to interrupt him if he decided to do something about it. Slowly, he smiled, and, after some manoeuvring on his knees, managed to slide into the corner of the treehouse. Exhaling, he undid his trousers.
Biting his bottom lip as he stroked himself, Harry thought about Draco as he’d seen him that day in the Ministry. Crisp, tailored trousers hugging an utterly fuckable arse... He’d taken to wearing suits rather than robes. Harry liked that trend as it showed more of his fit body.
He was just getting into things, his eyes closed, moans spilling from his lips as his hand sped up, when there was a knock at the door.
Startled, Harry’s eyes popped open. “Wh--who is it?” he gasped. Please not the kids, please not the kids--
“It’s Draco. Your house-elf said you were out here. I was in the mood for flying and thought you’d like to join me.”
Harry, deep in the throes of his wanking, couldn’t process the words. “I’m...uhhh...busy--”
“Oh, for Salazar’s sake, Harry! I’m coming in.”
Harry tried to tell him to stop but it was too late. Draco pushed open the door, his mouth dropping when he saw Harry sitting against the wall, his hand in his pants.
A slow smile spread over Draco’s face and, bending down, he edged in on his knees, shutting the door behind him. Smiling casually, he said, “Well, what do you know? You really are busy. Don’t let me interrupt.”
Swallowing hard, Harry whispered, “Or you could help me--”
Harry had never seen Draco move so fast. In a split second he was straddling Harry, his face pressed close. “You’d better not be teasing,” he growled. “Because I’ve wanted to get you like this for a long time.”
Instead of replying verbally, Harry cupped his hand around Draco’s neck, pulling him into a sizzling kiss. Draco adjusted quickly, slanting his mouth over Harry’s and plunging his tongue inside. His fingers covered Harry’s and he began stroking Harry’s cock with him.
Groaning into Draco’s mouth, Harry tried to arch closer, but the angle was bad. It was still fabulous, however, especially when Draco dragged his mouth from Harry’s to kiss and bite his neck, his hand speeding up.
Harry’s orgasm was almost a surprise, it rushed over him so quickly. Draco held his body through its tremors before pulling back to look Harry in the eyes. Harry could feel Draco’s erection pressing against his thigh. “Need some help with that?” he murmured, reaching between them to cup Draco through his trousers.
Draco smirked. “Love some.”
Harry smiled. “Suck or fuck?” he asked.
Draco swallowed hard. “Is either on offer?”
Harry hummed. “Both are on offer, although I think we only have time for one right now.”
Draco licked his lips. “Suck now, fuck later.”
“Later? Brilliant.” Harry grinned. “Budge up.”
It took some manoeuvring since the treehouse was rather small, but Harry managed to get Draco into the corner before he opened his trousers and, dipping his head, slid his mouth down over Draco’s cock.
“Fuck,” Draco whispered, his fingers settling in Harry’s hair.
Grinning around his mouthful, Harry grasped the base of Draco’s erection before beginning to slide up and down. Swirling his tongue, he teased Draco as he sucked.
“Close,” Draco gasped.
Harry dared a look up at his face, humming when his eyes locked with Draco’s.
With a low cry, Draco’s fingers tightened in his hair and he came, spurting bitter fluid into Harry’s mouth. Harry swallowed as best he could, pulling off when Draco stopped trembling.
Crawling up Draco’s body, Harry leaned in, kissing him.
Draco moaned, sliding his tongue into Harry’s mouth as he all but devoured him. “You taste like me,” he whispered, pulling back.
“Funny thing about that--” replied Harry, laughing softly.
Draco smiled, closing his eyes. “So I was serious about going flying, although I have to admit, this was much better.”
“Yeah,” agreed Harry. “Totally brilliant.”
“Of course it was, I was involved.” Draco shifted, wincing. “Although now I’m pretty sure I’ve splinters in my arse. Honestly, Harry. Didn’t you seal the wood?”
“Splinters?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “You still have your trousers on.”
“They’re silk! A splinter could easily have worked its way through.” Draco huffed.
“Weren’t you going to go flying in that outfit?”
Draco snorted. “No I wasn’t. I was going to change, preferably in a room in your house.” He flushed. “I just hadn’t got around to it yet.”
Slowly, Harry smiled. “Well, if you like we can go now and I can help you change.” He extended a hand to Draco. “And maybe I’ll even inspect your delicate arse for splinters.”
Draco hummed. “It’s the least you could do,” he said, placing his hand in Harry’s. “Although you do realise you’ll need to do a Cleaning Charm in here, right? Since the place is ostensibly for your children.”
Harry blushed as he helped Draco out of the treehouse. “Well it’s not really our size, is it?”
“Oh, I don’t know, we seemed to manage all right.” Once they were back on the ground, Draco remained close. “Plus, if we’re going to continue this...whatever, you’ll need to get good at navigating tight spaces.” He winked.
Harry laughed, sliding an arm around Draco’s waist. Yes, he could foresee plenty of tight spaces he’d have to navigate in the near future. “I can’t wait.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: A gift for Harry's kids turns out to be a gift for himself, too.
Word Count: 1130
Genre: Romance, humor
Warnings: sex inna tree?
A/N: Written for
enchanted_jae's Monthly drabble challenge #98: Tree(s).Betas:
emynn and sevfan, but honorable mention goes to the members of ushobwri, who were most concerned about splinters. No one's arse was damaged in the writing of this fic, however, Draco's assertions notwithstanding. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Navigating Tight Spaces
~
Harry surveyed the treehouse he’d built for his children with satisfaction. It was small, so small he couldn’t actually stand up in it, but it was just the right size for them. He’d been nervous about attempting it by himself, but after consulting several books, and with the judicious application of magic, he’d managed.
He smiled. His kids would love it.
Plus, I do rather owe them a treat after the whole divorce thing.
His divorce from Ginny, while amicable, had been rough on them, especially since, with her job as manager for the Harpies, they’d mutually decided that it was best the kids stay with him the majority of the time. It had been a bit of an adjustment.
Thank Merlin for Draco.
Draco, who had recently gone through the same thing with his wife, had been invaluable to Harry. They had grown close, so close at work and outside of the Ministry that there were rumours swirling about them. Rumours Harry wished were true.
He does have a spectacular arse.
Harry pursed his lips. Thoughts of Draco had, as usual, given him an erection, and for once there was no one around to interrupt him if he decided to do something about it. Slowly, he smiled, and, after some manoeuvring on his knees, managed to slide into the corner of the treehouse. Exhaling, he undid his trousers.
Biting his bottom lip as he stroked himself, Harry thought about Draco as he’d seen him that day in the Ministry. Crisp, tailored trousers hugging an utterly fuckable arse... He’d taken to wearing suits rather than robes. Harry liked that trend as it showed more of his fit body.
He was just getting into things, his eyes closed, moans spilling from his lips as his hand sped up, when there was a knock at the door.
Startled, Harry’s eyes popped open. “Wh--who is it?” he gasped. Please not the kids, please not the kids--
“It’s Draco. Your house-elf said you were out here. I was in the mood for flying and thought you’d like to join me.”
Harry, deep in the throes of his wanking, couldn’t process the words. “I’m...uhhh...busy--”
“Oh, for Salazar’s sake, Harry! I’m coming in.”
Harry tried to tell him to stop but it was too late. Draco pushed open the door, his mouth dropping when he saw Harry sitting against the wall, his hand in his pants.
A slow smile spread over Draco’s face and, bending down, he edged in on his knees, shutting the door behind him. Smiling casually, he said, “Well, what do you know? You really are busy. Don’t let me interrupt.”
Swallowing hard, Harry whispered, “Or you could help me--”
Harry had never seen Draco move so fast. In a split second he was straddling Harry, his face pressed close. “You’d better not be teasing,” he growled. “Because I’ve wanted to get you like this for a long time.”
Instead of replying verbally, Harry cupped his hand around Draco’s neck, pulling him into a sizzling kiss. Draco adjusted quickly, slanting his mouth over Harry’s and plunging his tongue inside. His fingers covered Harry’s and he began stroking Harry’s cock with him.
Groaning into Draco’s mouth, Harry tried to arch closer, but the angle was bad. It was still fabulous, however, especially when Draco dragged his mouth from Harry’s to kiss and bite his neck, his hand speeding up.
Harry’s orgasm was almost a surprise, it rushed over him so quickly. Draco held his body through its tremors before pulling back to look Harry in the eyes. Harry could feel Draco’s erection pressing against his thigh. “Need some help with that?” he murmured, reaching between them to cup Draco through his trousers.
Draco smirked. “Love some.”
Harry smiled. “Suck or fuck?” he asked.
Draco swallowed hard. “Is either on offer?”
Harry hummed. “Both are on offer, although I think we only have time for one right now.”
Draco licked his lips. “Suck now, fuck later.”
“Later? Brilliant.” Harry grinned. “Budge up.”
It took some manoeuvring since the treehouse was rather small, but Harry managed to get Draco into the corner before he opened his trousers and, dipping his head, slid his mouth down over Draco’s cock.
“Fuck,” Draco whispered, his fingers settling in Harry’s hair.
Grinning around his mouthful, Harry grasped the base of Draco’s erection before beginning to slide up and down. Swirling his tongue, he teased Draco as he sucked.
“Close,” Draco gasped.
Harry dared a look up at his face, humming when his eyes locked with Draco’s.
With a low cry, Draco’s fingers tightened in his hair and he came, spurting bitter fluid into Harry’s mouth. Harry swallowed as best he could, pulling off when Draco stopped trembling.
Crawling up Draco’s body, Harry leaned in, kissing him.
Draco moaned, sliding his tongue into Harry’s mouth as he all but devoured him. “You taste like me,” he whispered, pulling back.
“Funny thing about that--” replied Harry, laughing softly.
Draco smiled, closing his eyes. “So I was serious about going flying, although I have to admit, this was much better.”
“Yeah,” agreed Harry. “Totally brilliant.”
“Of course it was, I was involved.” Draco shifted, wincing. “Although now I’m pretty sure I’ve splinters in my arse. Honestly, Harry. Didn’t you seal the wood?”
“Splinters?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “You still have your trousers on.”
“They’re silk! A splinter could easily have worked its way through.” Draco huffed.
“Weren’t you going to go flying in that outfit?”
Draco snorted. “No I wasn’t. I was going to change, preferably in a room in your house.” He flushed. “I just hadn’t got around to it yet.”
Slowly, Harry smiled. “Well, if you like we can go now and I can help you change.” He extended a hand to Draco. “And maybe I’ll even inspect your delicate arse for splinters.”
Draco hummed. “It’s the least you could do,” he said, placing his hand in Harry’s. “Although you do realise you’ll need to do a Cleaning Charm in here, right? Since the place is ostensibly for your children.”
Harry blushed as he helped Draco out of the treehouse. “Well it’s not really our size, is it?”
“Oh, I don’t know, we seemed to manage all right.” Once they were back on the ground, Draco remained close. “Plus, if we’re going to continue this...whatever, you’ll need to get good at navigating tight spaces.” He winked.
Harry laughed, sliding an arm around Draco’s waist. Yes, he could foresee plenty of tight spaces he’d have to navigate in the near future. “I can’t wait.”
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