Speed Pr0nz: Of Rain and Meddling Mothers
Title: Of Rain and Meddling Mothers
Author: tari_sue
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
ADW (if relevant): n/a
Length: 1988
Summary: What is a rather damp Harry Potter doing in Draco’s bedroom wearing his favourite pyjamas?
Warnings: well, it’s a slash pwp fic with an adult rating – you figure it out.
Disclaimer: I still don’t own them.

Author’s note I may have gone slightly over the time allowance for this one because the boys wouldn’t stop shagging, but I’m not sure because I did it in bits and lost track. Very PWP, which I'm rubbish at – oh well!

speedpr0nz round two picture prompt 10





Draco’s favourite fantasy seemed to be coming true right in front of his eyes. Harry Potter was standing in Draco’s bedroom, next to his bed wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms. What the bloody bastard hell was going on? It wasn’t that Draco necessarily objected to having a pyjama-clad man in his room, it was more the particular man in question he objected to. Or rather, didn’t object to half as much as he should.

“Potter? What the flaming fuck are you doing here? Those had better not be my pyjamas you’re wearing; I had to venture all the way into a Muggle place called ‘Marks & Spencer’ to get them and it was horrible!” he snarled at the bewildered man in front of him. He couldn’t help himself – attack was the best form of defence and as Potter wasn’t here at Draco’s invitation, he could only be here as some sort of practical joke at Draco’s expense.

“M-Malfoy!” Potter squeaked in a most unmanly way (no, really, he did), dropping the pyjama top in his hands. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? In case you hadn’t noticed, you dim-witted numbskull, this just so happens to be my home! In fact, this is my bloody bedroom! Get the fuck out!” And no, Draco did not sound like a teenage girl having a hissy fit. “And for that matter, give me my sodding pyjamas back!”

“But…” Potter started trying to make some lame excuse.

“I don’t give a crap about your butt! Give me what’s mine and sod off!” he definitely didn’t screech that.

“I don’t have anything else to wear!” Potter exclaimed, looking edible pathetic.

“Oh, really? And I suppose you came here in the buff, did you?” Draco had managed to calm his voice down to a low snarl. It wasn’t fair! He’d been attracted to Potter for as long as he could remember, but even more so since he’d started working in the Department of Regulations and started bumping into him on a regular basis.

“No! Your Mother reported a prowler outside and I came to investigate.”

“Oh, of course she did; and they just had to send SuperNakedAuror! rather than a MLE Officer?” Somehow he had moved closer to Potter without actually moving his feet and was now sneering directly into the other man’s face. Potter gulped.

“I was wearing regulation Auror robes,” Potter said through gritted teeth, “I came personally as a favour to Narcissa.”

“Mother is in the South of France! She’s been there for the last month and a half, she couldn’t have called you here – and this still doesn’t explain why you were naked!” The idea of a naked Harry Potter prowling around his house was doing unsettling things to Draco's nether regions.

“Well she was definitely here less than half an hour ago. She made me come in to dry off because it’s bloody pissing it down out there. When she realised that she couldn’t magically dry my robes she gave them to the house elves and sent me for a shower to warm me up.” Potter ran a hand through his damp hair in frustration.

“Ohhhh, I seeeee. The great Harry Potter is clever enough to mumble Expelliarmus at the Dark Lord but not smart enough to cast an Impervius on himself in a rainstorm. Makes perfect bloody sense and I should have bloody known.”

“You can’t cast an Impervius on Ministry-issue robes.” Potter had the cheek to roll his eyes.

Bugger it, he was right – Draco had signed the order that said all Auror and MLE robes had to be made from Parahex^TM, a new material that resisted magic, thus helping to protect the wearer from hexes and curses but also stopping any other charm from being used on them.

“That still doesn’t explain what you are doing in my favourite pyjamas,” Draco grumbled, not looking Potter in the eye.

“Your Mum told me to put these on, but if it bothers you that much I can always take them off.” Potter ran the flat of his right hand over his toned abdomen and made to tug at the garment. Heat surged through Draco as he spotted the undeniable bulge keeping the trousers in place. Oh Merlin, the arguing was turning Potter on? It was certainly turning Draco on…

“Uh, actually, I’m not sure I want anything back that your cock has been in.” he started to back away more. Shit, why did he have to mention Potter’s cock? It did look rather nice – and big – through the soft jersey of the pyjamas. Draco’s mouth started to water.

“Is that so? So if my cock were to find its way into your mouth, would your mouth then belong to me too?” Huh? How had Potter known what Draco was thinking? Oh Merlin, if that bulge was anything to go by, he would very much like to take Potter’s cock in his mouth.

“What about your arse?” Potter continued, “Would you make that mine too?” He stalked towards Draco like a preditor.

“Stop it! Your cock is not coming anywhere near me or my mouth and certainly not my arse!” Seriously? Was he going to lose what might be his one and only opportunity with the, clearly randy, Auror just because his mouth ran on auto babble?

“So your mouth is a better possibility than your arse? I can work with that…” Potter reached out and ran his thumb over Draco’s lips.

“Potter!” Draco turned his head to the side. He had now back himself all the way to the door, which had inconveniently swung shut and the handle was pressing into his back. Potter, however, was still just as close as he’d always been.

“Such a shame that such a nice mouth never seems to do anything but complain, I’m sure we must be able to remedy that…” Potter actually had the audacity to lean forward and kiss Draco. He opened his mouth to protest and only managed to give Potter’s tongue better access.

“Mmmpf!” Damn it, Potter was really good at that! Draco soon found himself grabbing onto the other man to steady himself, only to be reminded that Harry wasn’t wearing much as he grasped a handful of muscled arm.

“See?” Potter ground out in a husky voice, “I knew you’d come round to my way of thinking.” He pulled Draco tight against him and ground his erection firmly into Draco’s, grinning at what he felt there. In order to shut the smug git up, Draco pressed his mouth back over Harry’s, his hand was on Harry’ arse, which was really rather firm and lovely, and was busy fondling it.

Harry manoeuvred them back towards the bed and they fell onto it in a heap with Draco on top as he finally did what he’d been wanting to do ever since he saw Harry’s delectable nipples and ran his tongue over them.

“Draco, you have far too many clothes on.” Harry tugged at Draco’s jumper. “I’ll do you a deal, you can have your pyjamas back if you take off your clothes too.”

“Deal.” Draco started stripping out of his clothes faster than he had thought possible as Harry finally tugged down the last part of Draco’s pyjamas. Less than thirty seconds later they were both naked and scrambling back onto the bed, this time Draco found himself level with Harry’s crotch.

“Oh, god, I always knew you’d be gorgeous,” Harry mumbled as Draco went straight for his prize. “Oh fucking mother of Merlin!” Harry cried out.

Harry’s cock was every bit as gorgeous as it had promised to be – thick, long and uncut with a slight veer to the left. Draco ran his tongue over the head and then all the way down the underside while Harry continued his litany of swear words. Unable to resist, Draco took one of Harry’s nice plump bollocks into his mouth and lathed it with his tongue before repeating it with the other one. Then he returned to his worship of Harry’s cock, deep-throating it with practised ease. He probably shouldn’t be quite so proud of this particular skill, but he couldn’t help it – cock sucking was something he truly excelled at.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Draco, wanna shag you, please,” Potter was pleading with him, which was ridiculous because if Draco didn’t get a proper shag out of this he was going to commit murder. He grabbed some lube from beside the bed and squeezed some onto his fingers before reaching behind himself.

In an ideal world, he would have made Harry prepare him – give him a good rim job and finger fucking – but he was worried that Harry might come to his senses any moment and realise who he was in bed with so he quickly stretched and lubed himself before rolling a condom down Potter’s prick and positioning himself over it.

It had been a while since Draco bottomed, it was something he enjoyed but only to the right top and he had a feeling Potter would be the right top. It burned as he gently lowered himself onto the waiting cock and he had to jiggle himself up and down a bit to get it in, but of damn it felt good! Once he had sunk down as far as he could go he rested his hand on Potter’s chest and just sat there waiting for his breathing to even out and his arse to adjust. He felt the growl from Potter through his fingers before he heard it.

“Fucking move!” Potter’s hips surged up. Draco smirked and stilled Harry with his hands before rolling his hips slowly as Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head. After a few minutes of this treatment, however, Potter had obviously had enough as he rolled them over and proceeded to give Draco a through fucking.

“That’s it, Potter! Harder!” Draco moaned out as Harry found his prostate. He was going to be lucky if he could walk straight tomorrow and it didn’t bother him in the slightest. He grabbed his cock and began tugging it in time to Harry’s movements as Harry gripped Draco’s ankles, holding his legs in the air.

“Oh, fuck, I hope you’re close, Draco, because I can’t hold out much longer!” Potter whimpered as he continued to pound away.

“Not going to be a problem,” Draco ground out as he felt his balls tighten.

Draco couldn’t really have said which of them came first, all he knew was he felt Harry shuddering inside him as he came all over himself.

Potter pulled out as gently as possible and disposed of the condom before rolling onto his back beside Draco. “That was fucking brilliant! I always thought you’d be a fantastic shag, Malfoy,” Harry said with a contented grin on his face.

“Always thought?” Draco rolled onto his side to look at Harry. “You mean you’ve considered this before tonight?”

“Of course I have, we’ve been flirting with each other for ages now! If I didn’t know better, I’d say Narcissa got sick of it and set us up.” Harry leaned in for a kiss.

“Hmm, manipulation, yes, that sounds like something my mother would do.”

“Your mother is a fabulous woman, let’s stop talking about her though.” Harry gently wiped the come off Draco’s chest with the edge of the sheet. Draco wrinkled his nose and grabbed his wand to clean them up properly.

“So, do you want to do this again?”

“Hmm, maybe give me a few minutes or so?”

“Git.” Draco half-heartedly hit him with a pillow. “I meant do you want to see me again?” It was really hard not sounding needy when asking a question like that.

“Of course I do – your arse is mine now, remember? I like to keep sight of what’s mine.”