12. --hiccup-- 3
This time Harry catches him just outside the door of their bedroom. "Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad! Dray..!"
"Leave me alone, you insensitive bastard! I don't need you to bloody hiccough in my face every time I feel like being intimate! Bugger off, fuckface!" He stalks away, but Harry catches his forearm.
"But it wasn't like that, I didn't mean it!"
"Sure you didn't, you just happened to lie to me about not hiccoughing anymore and just happened to move your face closer to mine when you felt the next one coming!" Draco yells beside himself with wrath and tries to pull free of him.
"No, I didn't," Harry objects softly.
"Sure you didn't, you never did, did you?" Sarcasm. Burning sarcasm. Well, he deserves that.
"I didn't. Seriously."
"Save it, will ya? I don't care, just leave me the bloody hell alone, alright? I wanna sulk," Draco proclaims sourly.
Harry is close to panic. "But I wanna fuck!"
"Shame." He is relentless.
"Oh, come on..."
But the blonde is stubbornly silent.
"Come on!"
Still stubbornly silent.
Harry gets an idea. Since the blonde is just standing there - sulking just like he wanted to - he moves in really close and puts his hand inside Draco's trousers. "Maybe if I do this...?"
The blonde stiffens. "Eeeeek!"
"Thought you'd react to that one," Harry says with a kinky smile, pleased with himself. He slowly moves his hand further down until he feels his fingers brush against the blonde's manhood.
"Cut it out, it's not fair!"
"What? Me putting my hand down your pants, you mean?" He pretends not to understand, because he loves to tease the blonde. He knows he'll surrender soon enough...
"Take it out! Take it out!" Draco shrieks hysterically, but he sounds more aroused than offended.
"But you like having my hand in your pants, don't you?" Harry continues, and starts to massage the blonde. He receives an immediate reaction.
The blonde bites his lower lip while cocking his head slightly to the right. "No fair, no fair..!" he mutters, but he gasps and hardens as well.
"Too fair," Harry insists.
"Get your bloody hands off me! Weeeheeeeheeeeee..."
"What's that? You admit you like it?" He rubs more insistently, feeling a dark satisfaction when Draco gets harder and he starts to gasp even though he tries so hard not to.
"Mmhhnnnnguheee..."
"Say that again?" He opens the blonde's trousers to get better access to his growing erection, because he wants to hear more gasps, and possibly even a cry...
Draco seizes his hand and forces him to stop. Then he glares fiercely at Harry. "Stop mocking me and get busy, goddammit!"
Harry moves his lips to Draco's chin. "I never thought you'd say that," he muses.
"Shut up." The blonde kisses him desperately and projects his heat onto Harry.
The young raven-haired man chuckles. "Oh, I know I'm irresistible!"
A/N: All right, it's official: I have crossed the line to M again, haven't I? Man, I could only keep it on a T level for so long... or maybe it never was on the T level in the first place..? Hmmm...