How far can we go?

[felixfvlicis]

Title: How far can we go?
Author: felixfvlicis
Prompt: draco100's prompt 9: Cake
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco / Harry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 x 3
Notes: Totally unbeta'd.  It's Harry's birthday, and Draco will do anything to get him to eat some cake.  Inspired by Mad Love by JoJo.
I wrote something other than PG! Gasp.

“Oh, come off it, Harry.  It’s your birthday,” Draco hummed as he loosened his emerald green tie, the shirt shifting slightly to one side, offering a peek at his exquisite collarbone that, more often than not, had Harry nearly writhing with the need to just barely brush his lips against the patch of skin, a quiet hiss escaping his mouth, its agonizing slither forcing Draco’s eyes shut, the veins in his hands turning all the more blue as he gripped the sheets.

He shuffled over to the kitchen island, his hip brushing Harry’s.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Draco?  I don’t do cake.”

Harry winced, suddenly transported back to his twelfth birthday, creating makeshift candles out of ash, anything to tune out Dudley’s other-wordly snoring.

Draco dipped his index finger into the depths of the crimson buttercream beneath the cake-for-two, a soft peak left behind in his wake.  He stepped behind Harry, wrapping one hand around his torso, working his pearlized buttons open, fingers ghosting above sand-colored skin, tangling in wiry hairs - their color as deep as Harry’s blown pupils when Draco lingers a moment too long between Harry’s hips, his kiss-swollen lip pinned between teeth - the bastard smirking with his eyes.

Harry shuddered.

“A pity, really,” Draco murmured, nipping at his earlobe, “you’ve been such a good --”

A breathy whine escaped Harry’s throat, tumbling from his mouth, caught in mid-air, suspended like a wingardium leviosa.  Draco marvelled at the sound, the muscles in his shoulders tensing, slightly widening his stance.

Draco pushed his finger slowly forward, resting just inside Harry’s pursed lips, grinning against his neck once he felt the tip of Harry’s tongue dart forward against the icing, savoring the sweet taste mixed with the bit of salt resting just beneath Draco’s skin.