11. --hiccup-- 2
Harry catches up with him in their foyer. Grabs his arm from behind and forces him to turn around and face him. "Hey! Why did you run off like that?"
"Why?" the blonde echoes. "You wanna know why?"
"Yes, I would very much wanna know why, thank you," Harry says scornfully.
"Because you were mocking me, that's why! You didn't appreciate my efforts to reward you for a long night's hard work - and you kept hiccoughing in my face!" he yells angrily and hits Harry on the chest repeatedly.
Harry pouts. "I can't help that I was hiccoughing..." he protests sourly.
"Oh, you can't, huh?"
"No, I can't. Listen, Dray, I'm really sorry. Give me a chance to make it up to you?"
The blonde hesitates. But at least he seems to be considering it. "How do you mean, 'make it up to me'?" he then wonders with some reluctance.
Harry thinks fast. "Weeeeellll... I could always blow you... and then maybe we could... make love..." he suggests slyly, knowing that the blonde won't be able to resist such an offer.
Draco is silent again, but not for as long this time. Then he shakes his head at himself and feigns anger. "You really think I'm going to let you off that easily, do you?" he scorns condescendingly.
Harry ignores it. "Hmmm, maybe not... How about I give you a backrub as well?"
Another short pause. "A backrub?" the blonde echoes, and he sounds really longing.
"Yeah, a nice backrub, then we make love, I give you a moment to breath, and then I blow you. How does that sound, Dray? Good enough?"
The blonde won't look at him out of fear of being hypnotised. "Oh, I don't know..."
"Oh, come on, Draco. A backrub! Backrub, backrub, backrub! I know you love a good backrub." He is winning him over, and he knows it. He waits patiently.
But the blonde is still reluctant to give in, although he wants to so badly. "I don't know... you did treat me real bad just now..."
"I know, and I'm sorry, I wanna make it up to you. Will you let me make it up to you?" Hopeful, seductive eyes.
A very short pause follows, and then the blonde comes into his arms. "All right, but make it good! If you don't make me scream I'll sure as hell make you scream!" he threatens half-heartedly.
Harry laughs, but he is a bit afraid as well. "I don't doubt that."
They return to their bedroom, and Draco lies down on his stomach on their bed. Harry instantly begins to rub his back with long, loving strokes. The blonde moans with approval, his eyes closed and an expression of utter pleasure on his face. "Mmmmmmnnnnhhggmnnn... that feels good..." He turns around on his back so he can look into Harry's eyes. The look that he gives the young raven-haired man is pleading. "Harry, kiss me, please take me now..." he begs, and closes his eyes. When Harry lies down on top of him, he moans with consent. "Harry..." But nothing happens. So he opens his eyes again. "Harry?"
He is really trying to hold it back, he really is, but... "--hiccup--"
It is not that surprising when the door slams shut this time.