Warnings: slash, blow jobs

Summary: When was the last time you got on a swing set?

All Work and no Play

Playground

"Potter, we are on the job!"

"So?" Harry asked with an innocent expression and large eyes. It took all of Draco's will power not to give in let the man do what he pleased; he was weak to the "puppy-eyes" look. But this was just unacceptable. They were on a very important Auror mission that they simply could not risk messing up.

"Potter, we cannot slack off, and certainly not to do…that!" Draco gestured wildly toward the "that". They were watching the lair of another criminal, and currently hiding in the brush next to a playground. "That" was inappropriate, conspicuous, and not what a respectable Auror should do; especially while on the job. Draco was aware that he was repeating his reasons a bit, but really, it was so…muggle.

A Malfoy would never do anything "the muggle way".

"But—" Potter began, and Draco knew that he had to stop the man before he got started, or he'd manage to convince the blonde that "that" was a good idea.

"No "buts", Potter. I will not allow you to do that!" Draco said firmly. Potter sighed and hung his head, looking like the puppy that just got kicked by its owner. Draco resolutely kept his eyes on the house across the street and refused to acknowledge the depressed atmosphere that surrounded his partner.

He would not give in!

Draco rolled his eyes as Potter heaved another over-exaggerated sigh. Really, it was just one little thing; nothing to get depressed over.

Suddenly, Harry's head dropped onto Draco's shoulder, and the blonde looked to the side and into forlorn green eyes.

"Potter, I am not going to fall for your "woe-is-me" act. Get your head off of my shoulder," he huffed. Potter gave him a sinfully adorable pout that nearly had Draco agreeing to what his Auror partner wanted. No! Remain strong, Draco; you will prevail!

The mop of black hair shifted, and there was suddenly weight on Draco's lap. Alarmed, he looked down to see that, sure enough, Potter's head was resting on his thighs.

"What are you doing!" Draco hissed, trying not to yell. It wouldn't do to attract attention, especially not in this position.

"Nothing," was the innocent answer from his lap. Potter turned his head over so that he was facing Draco and squirmed.

He was Nuzzling. Draco's. Crotch.

"Potter!" Draco would be kidding himself if he said that it didn't feel good, but he wasn't planning on letting Potter know that. Besides, it was all just a ploy to get him to let the shorter man do "that".

The former Gryffindor smirked and opened his mouth to breathe onto the growing bulge in Draco's pants. The blonde bit his lip and forced himself to remain still. I won't give in!

A warm tongue followed the breath and lapped at the muggle jeans, creating a wet spot over Draco's cloth-covered cock. He watched, panting loudly, as Potter bit down on the zipper and slowly—achingly slowly—pulled it down. The button went next, and then Draco's cock was blissfully free of its confinement.

"Commando, Draco?" Potter asked with mirth sparkling in his eyes and a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"You know you like it," Draco smirked back.

"That I do."

Draco nearly yelped when his entire length was engulfed into Potter's mouth. Thankfully, he had the willpower to keep silent; there were children playing on the playground a few feet away. Which reminded Draco of the reason why Potter was currently sucking his prick.

"Potter, I'm still not going to let you—oh, fuck!" Draco gasped and jerked his hips up as Potter dipped his tongue into the slit at the head. The man was earnestly sucking and licking, and Draco wondered where he learned to suck cock.

"Yes! Harry!" Draco couldn't remember the last time that he'd been so turned on. He was seriously going to cum only a few minutes into the fellatio. Just when the blonde was getting close, the wet heat disappeared.

"You're so serious, Draco," Harry purred, his breath wafting over the sensitive head of Draco's cock. "All work and no play."

Draco trembled and closed his eyes. Merlin, this was too hot…

Potter's mouth was back to work, as he sucked it all down until it hit the back of his throat. He only had to swallow twice in succession for Draco to release his load into that talented mouth. The former Slytherin fell back onto the grass and panted heavily while Harry cleaned up his prick with long, languid licks. After tucking him back into the jeans and zipping them up, Harry placed his hands on Draco's stomach and looked into his pleasure-clouded eyes.

"So, will you let me play?"

"Yes, fine, anything you want," Draco whispered back, too caught up in his bliss-induced coma to care. Harry "whooped" and jumped up, careening over to the swing set on the playground. He proceeded to sit down and project himself as high as possible (whilst simultaneously scaring the children playing).

Later, Draco would berate himself for allowing his boyfriend to be seen doing something so muggle. And while on the job, no less!

Really, Malfoy, old chap, you're becoming too soft.

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