DRABBLES BECAUSE I'M FEELING DRABBLEY SERIES: THE FIRST DRABBLE
A/N: Fuck I'm creative with titles. Anyways, I'm back! I've had so many experiences and I hope to write them all through these two glorious young men and maybe some others. I hope you like this (in all of its unedited glory) and I'M TAKING PROMPTS because I am now on holidays and I'm going to need to procratinate from my work somehow :))
Un bacio 3 (a kiss)
I knew what he was thinking; it made me smirk.
No, he was thinking. Leave me alone, he was thinking. It's too early, he was thinking.
Clearly I didn't think that.
"Happy birthday," kiss "to you," kiss "happy," kiss "birthday," kiss "to you," kiss. My lips had begun pressing small, chaste kisses on his wrist and worked up his arm until my mouth reached his shoulder. "Happy birthday," I whispered in his ear, before nuzzling it with my nose.
He inhaled deeply into his pillow, stretching out his legs and curling his toes under the *doona. He tensed he muscles as he stretched and then exhaled and became limp with an accompanying groan. Without opening his eyes he turned his head to the side, not letting the light in, as that would be accepting that he was being woken up and Draco never gave in without a fight. " 's not my birthday," he mumbled, " 's too early. 's time to sleep."
"Oh no," I said, shaking my head, "none of that. Definitely not."
"Yes," he protested. It resembled a tired parent desperate to sleep in late on a Saturday morning, but was being pestered awake by their whiney three year old. I slid my right arm over onto his back and gently rubbed my fingers along his spine, pressing patterns in the places I knew felt good. Draco hummed in appreciation and I grinned. My hands trailed up his back to his neck and I gently massaged there before running my hands his white-blonde hair.
Slowly, Draco opened one eye, regarding me sleepily. "Good morning," I whispered. There were a few seconds of silence before a sigh of surrender, "Oh, go on then." I grinned immediately, pulling him on top of me as he lifted himself up slightly; our chests were pressed flush against each other. He buried his head between the contours of my neck and shoulder. I sighed contently as I ran my fingers through his hair. I liked this. Us. Me taking care of him. Having him in my grasp and being able to touch him, being able to be certain that he was real.
"So," I began, quietly, using my morning voice, "what do you want to do, now that you're a big boy?"
"Potter, I've always been a big boy." Draco said.
I snorted and hummed in amused agreement. "No really, what did you want to do today? You know, twenty two and all."
"I would like to sleep." I pinched his bum. "Twat!" he complained, nevertheless entwining our legs together. I hauled him up a bit further so that I could kiss along his neck.
"I'll make you breakfast, what do you **reckon?" I offered in between kisses.
"And have you burn down the kitchen. I'd rather not."
"Suppose you'll have to get up and do it yourself then," I smirked. "Eggs'd be nice."
"Do you know what else would be nice?" Draco asked, his neck still tilted, allowing me access."
"Mmh?"
"Blowjobs. Terrific method of making me wake up. Then I suppose you could let me fuck you, you know, being my birthday and all." Draco said casually, already slotting his leg between my two.
Harry laughed out loud, "Tosser."
"And then I will make you breakfast."
"Sounds delicious," I replied, not by any means at all referring to the breakfast.
"Well, get to it, Potter."
I bit my lip and starred at him. I knew that it was his birthday, and it was his choice, but I couldn't help but ask, yearn, really. "After," I began timidly, "make love to me? Fuck me slow and long 'til you can't see straight. Yeah?" I could feel it – the hot outline of his cock pressed against my leg through his underwear.
Draco swallowed dryly and nodded. "Y-yeah," he rushed, "yes, I will."
I flipped him around and crawled down.
Feedback is appreciated :)) Thanks for reading!
I figured that if I'm going to provide you with fluffy slash, I might as well teach you some Aussie (Australian) words while I'm at it!
*"Doona" – duvet/covers/that big blanket on your bed
**"What do you reckon?" (Pronounced: wha-d'ya recken) – what do you think?