Title - Quickly
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~550
Characters/Pairings - Draco/Harry
Warnings - Slash, Wall!sex
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - When his lover comes in from an undercover assignment, Draco just can't help himself.
Author's Notes - For christinefic - Happy Birthday!




As if the month of enforced abstinence hadn't already driven him to the brink of insanity, the way Harry looked right now was driving Draco over the edge. His lover had been on undercover assignment, to destroy a prostitution racket, and looked like sex on legs. Impossibly tight jeans sat so low on Harry's hips that Draco could see black curls against tan skin peeking out from the waist band. Heavy black boots were loosely laced, and Harry's chest strained under a thin cotton shirt, done up by a single button in the middle, and wide open over Harry's upper chest and navel. His hair was mussed and slicked with product, and he looked worth all the gold in Gringotts.

Forgetting himself, forgetting the work he had to do and the fact that, if Harry was strolling through the corridors of the Auror department, it meant his assignment had ended and he had reports to write and debriefs to give, Draco grabbed Harry's arm and bundled him into the stationary cupboard.

He'd expected chastisement, not Harry clinging to him and bringing their mouths together in a bruising kiss, so it took him a moment to retaliate and wrap his arms around Harry, backing him against the wall as they kissed.

Harry pulled back, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed as his fingers tightened in Draco's hair. "I missed you so much."

"Missed you too," Draco replied, unable to stop stroking his fingers over Harry's cheeks, reminding himself how his lover felt under his skin.

"Draco… need you."

"Gotta be quick," Draco muttered, already turning Harry around and bracing him against the wall. Reaching around, he undid Harry's fly and pulled his jeans down to his ankles, spreading Harry's legs as far as they would go and muttering a lubrication charm. Draco knew he should wait, but the sight of Harry's arse, pushed out in offering to him, was too much to resist. Undoing his own trousers, he stroked his cock as he shifted into place, lining his head with Harry's lube-slick hole. "Ready?"

"So ready," Harry confirmed, moving his hand to rest over Draco's as it braced against the wall. Lacing their fingers together, Draco took hold of Harry's hip and slid himself forwards slowly, burying himself in tight heat and dropping his head to Harry's shoulder as pleasure coursed through him.

Just being with his lover again was pushing Draco to the brink, and he was quietly relieved when Harry's free hand moved from the wall, and the sound of flesh on flesh filled the air. Rolling his hips steadily into Harry, Draco leant up and whispered, "Did you miss me? Keep yourself pure for me?"

"I didn't have anyone else. Left with the Ministry plants, and wanked myself silly imagining it was you buying me, fucking me in the alley."

Draco growled, jerking forwards and coming hard at the image of Harry wanking, of Harry against an alley wall while Draco fucked him senseless. He felt the tremors of Harry's own orgasm, and twisted his head to press kisses along Harry's neck and shoulder. As he opened his mouth to tell Harry just how much he loved him, Kingsley's voice floated through the closed door.

"If you're done greeting each other, Potter has a debrief session to attend."