Title: Milkshake
Author: Miss T
Genre: Humor/Smut/PWP
Rating: R
Main characters: Draco, Harry
Pairings: D/H implied
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry and Draco. I am simply borrowing them to play with.
A/N: I'm a very dirty girly. Sorry. Lol.
MILKSHAKE
His fingers were sticky and runny with the creamy strawberry liquid, as they curled eagerly around the long, black straw that was dipped into the glass. When he sucked on the straw, a low gurgling noise pierced through Draco's ears and he closed his eyes, unable to look.
Opening them again, he saw that Harry was dipping his forefinger into the glass now, bringing it out slowly and plunging it into his mouth – the whipped cream sticking to the corners of his lips, his pupils dilated in desire. Draco groaned, and shifted around on his seat. Watching Harry consume a strawberry milkshake from the Three Broomsticks could beat any match of Quidditch, any late night prowl, any snogging session in an empty classroom…
Harry was peering over at Draco, lifting a dark eyebrow into an arch as his mouth enveloped the black straw again, his cheeks sucking in as he took another gulp. Of course Granger and Weasley were completely oblivious to the fact that Harry was glaring over at Draco on the other side of the small pub, they were too busy engaged in a conversation about homework to notice.
Draco grinned as Harry winked over at him, letting the straw roll idly between his teeth, his elbow propped up on the table and his hand lazily running up and down the icy glass, causing it to get damp and cold…
Draco's eyes were ablaze with fire as he gripped onto the table in front of him, sat alone in the corner with an abandoned Butterbeer and Potions text book. He originally came here to study, but found what he was studying right now was far more interesting than anything Snape could give him.
Harry sucked from the straw again, emptying the contents of the glass. Lifting his head back he slowly let his tongue flicker at the corners of his mouth, the exact way he had done to Draco the previous afternoon…
He leaned forward again, removing the straw from the glass which was dripping with the remains of the milkshake dregs. Draco swallowed hard. He was so thankful no one was sitting next to him to notice that his trousers just got a little bit tighter.
Lifting the dripping straw to his mouth, Harry let some small droplets of milky liquid splash onto his lips before sliding it across his tongue, licking it clean.
Draco noticed the familiar brightness of red on the underside of Harry's tongue – the same red that had caused him countless amounts of pleasure. Grinning slyly and nodding his head, he watched as Harry carefully placed the straw back into the empty glass and turn towards his friends again.
As they left the pub, Harry turned round and looked at Draco with a glint in his eye.
"What are you looking at, Potter?" Draco sneered, as the three friends turned at the door to look at his table.
Harry grinned, and pointed to the corner of his lip. "You've got a bit of milkshake… right there." He laughed, and stalked out of the door way.
Clutching the side of his mouth, Draco rolled his eyes. *Oh, Potter.* He thought, as he lifted up his books to leave. *Oh, how you slay me.*
Author: Miss T
Genre: Humor/Smut/PWP
Rating: R
Main characters: Draco, Harry
Pairings: D/H implied
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry and Draco. I am simply borrowing them to play with.
A/N: I'm a very dirty girly. Sorry. Lol.
MILKSHAKE
His fingers were sticky and runny with the creamy strawberry liquid, as they curled eagerly around the long, black straw that was dipped into the glass. When he sucked on the straw, a low gurgling noise pierced through Draco's ears and he closed his eyes, unable to look.
Opening them again, he saw that Harry was dipping his forefinger into the glass now, bringing it out slowly and plunging it into his mouth – the whipped cream sticking to the corners of his lips, his pupils dilated in desire. Draco groaned, and shifted around on his seat. Watching Harry consume a strawberry milkshake from the Three Broomsticks could beat any match of Quidditch, any late night prowl, any snogging session in an empty classroom…
Harry was peering over at Draco, lifting a dark eyebrow into an arch as his mouth enveloped the black straw again, his cheeks sucking in as he took another gulp. Of course Granger and Weasley were completely oblivious to the fact that Harry was glaring over at Draco on the other side of the small pub, they were too busy engaged in a conversation about homework to notice.
Draco grinned as Harry winked over at him, letting the straw roll idly between his teeth, his elbow propped up on the table and his hand lazily running up and down the icy glass, causing it to get damp and cold…
Draco's eyes were ablaze with fire as he gripped onto the table in front of him, sat alone in the corner with an abandoned Butterbeer and Potions text book. He originally came here to study, but found what he was studying right now was far more interesting than anything Snape could give him.
Harry sucked from the straw again, emptying the contents of the glass. Lifting his head back he slowly let his tongue flicker at the corners of his mouth, the exact way he had done to Draco the previous afternoon…
He leaned forward again, removing the straw from the glass which was dripping with the remains of the milkshake dregs. Draco swallowed hard. He was so thankful no one was sitting next to him to notice that his trousers just got a little bit tighter.
Lifting the dripping straw to his mouth, Harry let some small droplets of milky liquid splash onto his lips before sliding it across his tongue, licking it clean.
Draco noticed the familiar brightness of red on the underside of Harry's tongue – the same red that had caused him countless amounts of pleasure. Grinning slyly and nodding his head, he watched as Harry carefully placed the straw back into the empty glass and turn towards his friends again.
As they left the pub, Harry turned round and looked at Draco with a glint in his eye.
"What are you looking at, Potter?" Draco sneered, as the three friends turned at the door to look at his table.
Harry grinned, and pointed to the corner of his lip. "You've got a bit of milkshake… right there." He laughed, and stalked out of the door way.
Clutching the side of his mouth, Draco rolled his eyes. *Oh, Potter.* He thought, as he lifted up his books to leave. *Oh, how you slay me.*