Hickeys For Him

Harry stood still in front of his large bedroom mirror, an expression of exasperation on his face. His hand was up by his neck and was pulling the collar of his pajama shirt down in order to show his collar bone. With a sigh, Harry tilted his head the other way, craning his neck a bit more back in order to get a full few of the damage.

Red splotches littered his (used-to-be) flawless tan neck. A line of small bite marks and indentations were visible stretching from the side of his neck all the way down to the middle of his collar and the area around it. There was no way the marks weren't invisible either, for they stood out, an angry red. There was even a faint blueish spot on his collar when a suck had probably gotten too vigorous. Luckily, his shirt would cover that. Another sigh left his lips and Harry let go of the shirt collar, watching it fall back into place. It didn't cover anything at all. At all. Resigned, he wandered into the closet in order to grab clothes in which to change into for the work day.

Draco looked up when he heard his boyfriend clatter around down the stairs, idly wondering what had caused the brunet to stay upstairs getting ready for so long. Well. Maybe not wondering. He was quite aware of what he had done the night before. He wasn't sorry at all, either.

As Harry walked into the kitchen, Draco's brows rose as he took in his lover's appearance. The silver and black auror robes were draped around him as usual, his wand belt safely holding the familiar tool. Everything was the norm, except for the lack of dress shirt that was usually underneath all that. Beneath the robes, Harry was wearing a light grey turtleneck that rose high up on his neck. At once, Draco felt a grin tug at his lips as he feigned innocence.

"That's a new look," Draco said nonchalantly, sipping his morning tea at the kitchen table, the Morning Prophet issue open in his hands. His eyes glanced over at Harry who had looked at him and turned into a deadpan. "Trying out fashion for once?" He asked lightly. Another glance also confirmed that that turtleneck wasn't even Harry's. It was his. Despite their couple of years-long relationship, Draco's heart skipped.

Harry rolled his eyes as he trudged over to the fridge, throwing it open and grabbing the milk carton, stalking towards the glasses cabinet. "Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't have to wear this ridiculously hot thing on an equally hot day if it weren't for someone who couldn't keep themselves in check last night." He said wryly, pouring himself a glass and downing it.

Draco twisted in his seat to look over at him, a devilish grin on his lips. "Not my fault you forewent our nightly groping session and went straight to sleep because you were tired." He mocked. "So I had to appease myself somehow."

"Don't tell me you actually got off by just sucking hell on my neck." Harry replied warily.

With a scoff, Draco turned his head around back to his paper so that he could hide his flush while answering with a calm voice. "Of course not. It wasn't anywhere close to stimulating enough."

With a dry tone, Harry came over to drop himself on the seat in front of Draco, an English muffin in hand as his breakfast. He grinned, knowing Draco was an appalling liar. "Thanks, glad I'm so able to provide you with release even when asleep and immobile."

Draco's head jerked up to glare at Harry, cheeks threatening to stain red. "Shut up, Harry. At least I don't have to waltz into work with a suspicious looking turtleneck on a day that the degrees is close to scorching. Really, you could've either used make up, or dealt with it."

Harry frowned at that, shaking his head. "Make up? No. And be quiet. It's your fault that I'm stuck with these," he gestured at his neck, "these things that will make work basically a living hell hole!"

"Hickeys, Harry, I believe is what they're called nowadays."

"Everyone will ask questions! I'm the head fucking Auror! They're going to think I had raunchy sex just before I walked into the office!"

"We can arrange that?"

"It'll be a billion degrees the moment I step outside, I'll probably die when I get to the building, they'll take my body and do an autopsy and when they look at my neck they'll know!"

"In my defense, you look cute in a turtleneck."

Harry paused in his ranting for a moment, regarding Draco with weary eyes. The blonde was simply sitting there, sipping calmly at his tea and reading his paper as if Harry and his at-work gossip circles were nothing to be worried about. "You're weirding me out by having really civil responses." Said Harry, crossing his arms and leaning back against the chair.

Looking up, Draco quirked one brow up, closing his paper and folding it in half, setting it on the table and resting his elbows on the glass, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin atop his hands, his eyes on Harry. "Not really. You're simply being dramatic over a couple of possessive marks that I lef-"

"AHA!" cried Harry, sitting up in his seat and pointing, cutting Draco off. "So you DID have ulterior motives!" he exclaimed, grinning as if he had just won the lotto.

Draco simply pulled on a bemused expression. "No I didn't."

Despite his reply, Harry looked certain. "Yes you did, you territorial little bastard."

Snickering, Draco shook his head. "Harry?"

"What?"

"Go to work."