An Auror a Day

A/N ~ this started off as a rp between me and and old rp partner but since it was a good story line, I’ve decided to post it and finish it. So far there are 12 chapters that we rp’d so it’s not all mine.

I do not own, nor am I gaining profit from this story. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


Chapter 4

Harry moaned in pain as the counter rammed his back, but that was okay because Draco was kissing him. He felt dizzy and drunk. Draco’s hands felt wonderful where they were, tugging his hair and directing him where Draco wished him to be. And his lips... Harry arched to meet those lips, pulling away only when his brain told him he needed air or he’d pass out.

“That was a kiss,” he panted.

Draco sniggered and brushed his lips over Harry's once more before moving away and starting on his food. He wanted to kiss Harry again and again and again but wanted to see how Harry dealt with teasing more. And yet, he also wanted Harry to come and knock the fork from his hand, straddle him where he sat and take what he wanted for himself. He could barely hold back the smile as he blew at the hot food on the fork and popped it into his mouth. That certainly was a kiss!

Now Harry was the one who was pouting. He even stamped his foot a little. “No fair, Draco! You can’t kiss me like that and walk away.” He pouted again and walked back to the table, joining Draco in eating the food.

Once finished, Harry cleared the plates, whistling but otherwise not making a sound. No talking to Draco, discussing what happened. Just whistling.

He went to the freezer where he remembered seeing something earlier and dished out two bowls of chocolate ice cream. Back at the table, Harry decided revenge was indeed a dish best served cold. Icy cold, in fact.

And with a spoon.

Draco toyed idly with the pepper grinder on the table while Harry cleared up and grinned when Harry put the bowl of ice cream down in front of him. Not many people knew it but Malfoy's tended to have a sweet tooth. In fact, Draco couldn't believe he had forgotten about the ice cream at all. He had barely taken a few mouthfuls when he stopped with his spoon halfway to his mouth. Harry was licking his spoon clean after every mouthful. Dear god...

“Mmmm,” he moaned appreciatively. He lifted another spoonful to his mouth and closed his eyes, savouring the taste. “Fortescues?” He asked. There was a pause and he opened his eyes, licking the spoon clean.

“You okay Draco?” He asked, innocently.

Draco managed to compose himself and nodded. "Yeah. Great, thanks." Thankfully his voice didn't quiver and give away the fact that his heart was hammering and he was half hard already. For god sakes, it was only a bit of tongue. Guhhh, tongue. He blinked a few times and carried on eating. Two can play that game, Potter. He got more than a large amount of ice cream on his spoon and put it in his mouth, some of it catching the edge of his mouth. He swallowed deeply and licked the edges of his mouth, making sure to bring his hand up to wipe the chocolate away with his fingertips and quickly suck them clean.

Oh sweet....fucking... fuck, Harry thought, as intelligently as he could with... and he was sucking his fingers! Those lips were... now his fevered imagination had enough knowledge to give a pretty good visual of how those lips would look around his cock. “Fuck,” he muttered. He had had to stop himself licking the ice cream from around Draco’s mouth, and mirrored his mouth unintentionally because his eyes were on Draco’s fingers whilst his own tongue licked the ice cream from his spoon.

God, he’s gonna kill me.

The muttered word from Harry almost made the blonde moan but he distracted himself with his desert a little more... except there was none left. Just the dregs. Good enough. He wiped his middle finger inside the bowl until it was completely coated before looking up. He made sure he had Harry's gaze before putting it into his mouth and pulling it out painfully slowly to show that it was spotlessly clean.

“Guh,” Harry said, completely missing his mouth, but not caring. Dammit! It’s supposed to be my game! He can’t beat me! But he was. Harry placed his spoon down on the table, and when Draco’s finger went back inside the bowl, he launched himself across and practically devoured it.

Draco didn't usually whimper but when Harry's mouth closed around his finger, that's exactly what he did. God, his tongue was everywhere at once. He was definitely hard now. As soon as his hand was released he sent the bowls to the sink and climbed up on to the table himself. Luckily it was sturdy and could take the weight of two men kneeling on it. It was also fairly large he managed to push Harry down on to his back and climb on top of him without either of them falling off on to the hard floor. If this last kiss was hard, this one could only be described as borderline violent... but hot!

Harry moaned and wrapped his hands around Draco’s back, pressing into him. He arched his body upwards, breaking the kiss with a cry when their erections met. He opened his legs wider and all but wrapped them around Draco as well.

“God Draco, please...” he whimpered, shamelessly rubbing against him. He took Draco’s mouth in a searing kiss, less violent than before but with every inch of the intensity. He wanted Draco to devour him; he wanted to devour Draco and, god, it was so good feeling him on top of him. The idea of that sent shivers down his spine and he whimpered again, into the kiss.

Draco didn't waste any time in pulling Harry's shirt off and throwing it on to the floor. If his mouth tasted this good he couldn't wait to see what the rest of him was like. "Please what, Harry?" He growled, swirling his tongue at the spot below Harry's ear before trailing his lips lower until he got to a collarbone where his teeth came into play, just a little. “Tell me what you want."*

Harry gasped, tilting his head to the side. “Yessss,” he hissed, arching into the teeth. God he wanted more of that. He wanted more than Draco’s lips on him, he wanted his teeth, and that made him shudder. He’d never had anyone as aggressive as Draco before. Harry didn’t like to lose control, but now he wanted it.

“Anything,” he moaned, “God, touch me. Please please please please,” he begged.

Harry seemed to like having his neck mauled so Draco stayed there, kissing, biting, nibbling and sucking his way from one side to the other while his hand moved downwards. He palmed Harry's erection through his jeans, moaning with him at the mere feel of it. "Like this?"

“Yes yes,” he whimpered trying to get more friction on his cock. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. A strangled whine escaped his throat. He panted; bunching fists in Draco’s hair, simultaneously trying to push him lower and keep him where he was. He didn’t know what he wanted, all he knew was he wanted “More, please!”

Draco had always liked being in charge but never as much as he did right now. Harry was a panting, moaning mess who was pretty much begging to be fucked. Well, not quite... yet! He would get the words out of him before long. He moved off the table and pulled Harry roughly toward the edge so his legs were dangling off and he was stood between them. He looked upward as he kissed his way down Harry's flat, toned, tan stomach laughing a little when he reached material and pulled at it with his teeth.

Yesss,” he hissed, unknowingly slipping into Parseltongue. God Draco had sinful lips that kissed a trail of fire down his stomach. And now he was teasing. He writhed, pushing his hips up in silent demand. “Oh fuck Draco, suck me, please, please,” he gasped, tossing his head on the table. He wanted Draco to suck him like he’d sucked his fingers teasing Harry. He reached up and pinched his nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers.

Harry didn't really need to ask. As soon as the hiss came out of him, Draco was already intent on making him hiss and writhe until he was clawing chunks out of the table top with his nails. He had learned a nifty little trick with his wand a few years before and used it now, only having to nudge it in his pocket to make the remainder of Harry's clothes vanish and reappear in a heap on the floor. An actual moan left his lips upon seeing Harry's prick, standing there upright amongst dark curls, just begging to be stroked, pulled, kissed, licked, sucked... He suddenly found the room unbearably hot and pulled his t-shirt off, flinging it away before running the flat of his tongue up Harry's cock.

“Oh sweet uhnngg!” Harry cried out. “Oh god Draco! More oh please!” He hissed, gasping, one hand coming down to hold Draco in place, the other still pinching a nipple. He thrust up into Draco mouth, closing his eyes in bliss. Draco really did have a sinful mouth. He moaned, begging for more. “Yessss Draco,” he hissed again.

Draco was already in a frenzy, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked as hard as he could. Fuck the teasing touches. This is what was needed. He moaned when his hair was tugged and bobbed his head that little bit faster. He pulled back and panted as he spoke. "Bend your knees, put your feet on the table." It sounded like an order; it was.

Harry’s stomach gave a pleasant lurch when Draco ordered him. He panted and scrambled to obey. His feet slipped off the first time he tried, but he scooted back and rested his feet on top. He was on display for Draco and Draco could see everything. He moaned, blushing. He felt like a whore, spread for Draco’s desire and that idea had him begging again.

“Please please fuck me Draco please!”

“Christ, you look hot spread like that." A wicked grin pulled at his lips at Harry's begging and pulled his wand from his pocket and placed it on the table top. His cock was straining against his own jeans but he ignored it for the time being. The begging was good but he knew Harry could do much better than that. He leant over to kiss Harry deeply to distract him from the fact that he was lubing up his fingers with his wand. He teased the puckered hole with his finger for the briefest of seconds before pushing it inside.

“Oh god yessss!” He pushed down on the finger, trying to fuck himself on the finger, but with his feet still flat, it was an awkward angle. He let one foot slip, trying to bring Draco closer so he could fuck himself on that finger that was sooo teasingly still now it was inside him. He panted.

“Draco please.”

"Shhhh..." Draco sucked at Harry's neck some more and pushed a second finger inside. "So tight." He couldn't wait to be inside Harry but he needed to stretch him first. This wasn't going to be a gentle fuck at all and the more prepared he was for a pounding the better. He eventually added a third as his lips met Harry's again. He pulled back to look down at the other man's face and crooked his fingers as they continued to thrust, the tips of them brushing against Harry's insides.

Harry cried out and rocked backwards onto the fingers. He moaned and begged more. Yes, this was soo fucking good. Harry completely forgot Draco’s order with his feet as he wrapped his legs around him, reaching up to kiss his lips hungrily.

“Please fuck me, Draco. I need it, I want it so bad. Fill me up god, do something!”

Draco didn't need telling twice. He unhooked Harry's legs from around him and pulled him forward until his arse was just over the edge of the table. He pushed his trousers down to his ankles and paid a little attention to his erection, just for the other's viewing pleasure, biting down on his lip and breathing heavily. He slicked his cock thoroughly and rubbed it up and down over Harry's hole teasingly. "How do you want it? Reallyyyy slowly inch by inch or thrust inside you right to the hilt?"

Harry appreciated Draco’s cock. It was long and thick and he couldn’t wait to suck it. He rocked back, trying to get Draco to hurry up and fuck him all ready! “Oh god don’t tease me Draco.” He moaned, trembling and almost sobbing with need.

“Hard. Fuck me hard Draco!”

You asked for it. He rubbed his cock up and down a few more times before thrusting himself inside as deep as he could. A cry left his lips at just that. Fuck, Harry really was tight. He moved Harry's legs until his ankles were resting on his shoulders and he was holding on to his thighs. He held still for a little while until Harry adjusted to the intrusion, looking down at him with heavy lidded eyes and waiting for signal that he could move again.

He was so full, he was stretched so wide. Draco’s cock was inside him. God so so so good. He shifted experimentally and gasped, head thrown back. He thrust back on the cock, signalling he was ready for more. He wanted to feel this. God Draco was fucking him with his pants still on and that idea made him feel so dirty.

“Yessss, Draco...” he groaned.

Draco pulled his hips back until he was almost completely free and held still for a few seconds before slamming them forward again. He repeated this over and over until he was glistening with sweat, his fringe stuck to his forehead. A small groan left his lips with every thrust of his hips. "Fuckkk. Nghhh, you feel... so... fucking... ahhh. Oh god, Harry."

Harry had taken to chanting ‘yes’ out loud, in his mind and in Parseltongue, his hips thrusting back to meet each punishing thrust. “Unghh! Yes Draco yes,” he was babbling now. “Tell me – god there – I’m such a whore.” He gasped. His hand, once spread out to gain purchase on the wooden table was creeping towards his cock which was begging for attention. “There! Again! Yes!”

Draco continued to thrust his hips, steadily harder and faster. "You love my cock don't you? Look at you... spread out on the kitchen table and begging to be pounded harder and harder and harder. Nghh." Draco paused for a few seconds to reposition his feet so he could hit Harry's prostate at just the right angle. "My. Dirty. Little. Whore." He punctuated each word with a thrust so hard the table banged off the wall. He didn't realise the word 'my' had slipped out.

Harry screamed. “Oh unghh Dray yessss... yours. Only yours. Your whore.” He panted, his hand curling around his cock, pumping it to the same speed that Draco was fucking him. It was hard and fast and dirty and he loved it. “Love your cock. Fuck... gonna ugnnnhh come...”

Draco didn't know he was close until Harry started spasming around his cock and he was screaming too. His nails were digging into Harry's thighs as he threw his head back, eyes actually rolling backwards. He had never came so hard in his entire life. He was still shuddering when he looked down to see Harry looking more like a filthy little slut than ever - on his back, flushed and panting with come streaked up his belly and even his chest.*

“Mmm,” Harry panted. His eyes were shut and his breath came in huge gulps. He hurt, but in a delicious way. His ass was throbbing and his thighs stung and his back hurt from the hard wooden surface. But he was too melted to even consider moving.

“God Dray,” he opened his eyes and stared up at the man still buried in his ass. “I think you killed me.”

Draco chuckled lightly and moved Harry's legs to wrap around him so he could lean over and kiss him. "I hope not! And who is this 'Dray' you keep mentioning?" He raised an eyebrow as he asked. He had a feeling Harry hadn't realised he was saying it.*

“Dray? Oh...erm... you. Short for Draco, see...” He blushed red, embarrassed, like he’s not just been fucked senseless on the kitchen table begging to be called a whore. “It’s cute,” he insisted stubbornly.

“Cute...? Cute...!? Malfoy's and cute do not go together!" Draco snapped, trying to look serious but failing miserably when he burst out laughing. "One fuck does not entitle you to give me a pet name, Potter." He kissed Harry again before pulling his softening cock out with a slight hiss and pulling his jeans up. He was kind enough to cast a clenaing charm over them both and even offer a healing charm. "You know... I know a few soothing spells if I was too rough with you?" He offered, shaking his t-shirt out and pulling it back over his head.

Harry smirked. He thought Draco was incredibly cute. Sexy and downright plain gorgeous, but on occasion cute. He was especially cute when he chewed his lower lip in lust or when he pouted. Especially when he pouted. He mentioned that.

He whined slightly when Draco pulled out; Harry rather liked feeling the other guy inside him. It felt oddly... right. He sat up, hissing when he put his weight on his rear and then moaning a little.

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.” Very, very, very good. He slipped off the table and pulled his clothes back on and then face Draco shyly, nervously. What was going to happen now? Was he going to smirk and say ‘thanks for the fuck Potter. I’m gonna get you fired’?