Title: Burning Passions
Author:

lunarennui
Rating: NC-17
Canon: post-HBP. No spoilers.
Length: 1,700 words.
Scenario: I promise to buy hypoallergenic lubricant.
Summary: Mmmmm, tastes like cherry.
Disclaimer : Not mine.
Notes: this could not have happened without my #1 ho, luxicon.

Burning Passions

The door was flung open exactly one minute and thirty-seven seconds after Harry had last pounded on it. This rated roughly a six on the Draco-Scale-O-Rage, as Harry had been knocking for nearly ten minutes. Harry steeled himself, and threw forth his only hope of survival.

"Draco, I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't mean to be, really! I had something to do that took longer than I thought it would!" Harry groveled as sincerely as he could. He'd been all of fourteen minutes late to arrive this time, and he knew that this was a nearly Unforgivable offense. With a capital U. Quite possibly worse than casting Cruciatus on babies.

Draco huffed and glared down his pointy--no, aristocratic!-- nose at Harry. "And that's supposed to be good enough? Honestly, Potter, I thought this meant something to you, I thought you'd finally understood where your priorities belong--"

"Draco! I brought something special!" Harry crossed his fingers.

Draco was, as Harry had hoped, distracted by the potential of presents.

"What is it? Is it shiny? Is it expensive? It had better be expensive. Ooooh, Potter, you'd better have let someone with better taste than you pick it out. What is it?" Draco was nearly bouncing.

"Well, Draco, it's...um...it's expensive, yes, it's um..." ...Harry blushed. "It's this." He proffered a smallish, cut-crystal bottle filled with an oily-looking red liquid.

Draco was unimpressed. "It's a bottle with red stuff in it." He raised a disdainful eyebrow. "Red stuff. You think that showing up with a bottle of red stuff makes up for being late. Potter, were you raised by wolves? Oh wait, yes, you rather were, considering that a Muggle household could certainly never demonstrate any kind of class--"

"Draco. It's a potion. An expensive potion. For...us. To share. May I please come in?"

With another huff, Draco spun on one heel and stamped (he could never quite get the body weight to stomp) into the living room, leaving the door open for Harry to deal with. Harry winced, stepped inside, closed the door and locked it carefully, and hung his cloak on the rack before following Draco.

Draco was carefully and indolently sprawled across three-quarters of a couch, apparently immersed in a book. Harry sighed. It seemed it was going to be one of Draco's more difficult evenings. He sat deliberately on Draco's shins, and before Draco could complain, he leaned over and plucked the book from Draco's hands. Smiling winsomely, he put the book down, despite Draco's complaints, and leaned over him, toying with strands of blond hair.

"Draco..."

Draco looked up at him petulantly. "Potter."

"Come here, Draco." Harry tugged at Draco's neck.

Draco sighed. "But I was reading," he whined. Still, he didn't do more than make huffy noises when Harry leaned in and kissed him. In fact, his mouth opened to Harry's quite easily, and while Harry knew he hadn't quite forgotten his pique, his body quickly became pliant under Harry's hands. Particularly when Harry slid his hands up under Draco's shirt and began tracing patterns around Draco's nipples.

Harry leaned in close and purred into Draco's ear. "Your book will still be there later...want to fool around?"

Draco shivered, though he pretended manfully that he hadn't, and attempted to look indifferent. "Honestly, Potter, I think you only come here for my body. I know I'm irresistible, but really, would it kill you to--mmmph!" His words were cut off as Harry lunged in for another searing kiss. When Harry finally pulled away, Draco blinked dazedly, and with a feeble imitation of his usual arrogance, said "Well...I suppose I could--" and was promptly cut off by Harry's mouth again.

Clothing was quickly discarded, and Harry looked up from where he was tongue-fucking Draco's navel to murmur "What do you--"

Draco smacked him on the back of the head. "I far prefer it when your mouth is full, Potter," he snarled. Harry snickered and applied himself to the task at hand--which, fortunately for Draco, involved Harry, a mouthful of Draco's cock, and some pleased humming. Far before he was ready, Harry pulled away. Draco growled.

"Want to try the potion?" Harry licked his way up Draco's cock and gave Draco a wicked smile while tonguing the head. Draco managed not to whimper.

"Um..." Damn. That didn't sound aristocratic at all. Draco scowled. "Fine, Potter, if you're going to be so insistent. Let me see it." Harry handed him the bottle, and Draco sniffed the substance dubiously. "It smells vile, Potter. Why on earth would you pay money for something like this? And you expect me to allow you to put it on my skin? Are you mad?"

Harry gave an affectionate suck to the head of Draco's cock, then smiled sunnily up at his somewhat-dazed lover. "It smells like cherries, and wait until you feel it. It gets better, I promise. Roll over." He plucked the bottle from Draco's slack hand, and pushed at Draco's hips to encourage him to move.

Draco grumbled, and muttered, and complained, and eventually rolled onto his stomach on the couch. "This had better feel good, Potter, or I'm kicking you out and you can have fun with your own wand. In every sense."

Harry smiled, and kissed Draco lingeringly at the base of his spine. "I'm told it's quite nice. Now hush." He dribbled a bit of the oily potion on Draco's left buttock, smeared it with a thumb, and blew on it. "Feels hot, doesn't it?"

Draco twitched and moaned a little. "Is it supposed to burn?"

Harry licked at the potion. "Yes. Mmmm. Tastes like cherry." He tipped the bottle and let a thin trail of the potion run down between Draco's buttocks, and followed it with his tongue, spreading the oil in smooth sweeps of his tongue. Draco squirmed, and Harry teased him with flicks and stronger presses of his tongue, with the occasional nibble and suck to a buttock or inner thigh. "Mmm. I like this. What do you think?" He licked lushly from scrotum to tailbone.

Draco winced and squirmed some more. "I'm fairly certain that it's not supposed to burn like this, Harry!"

Harry held his hips down. "Just wait." He gave Draco one last lick, and blew on the oil.

Draco shrieked. "Get it off! Get it off!"

Harry blinked, still holding Draco's hips down. "What's wrong?"

Draco flailed ineffectively. "It fucking hurts, that's what's wrong! Get it off!"

"But it's supposed to feel good," Harry protested. "It tastes good!" He licked again. "Mmm, cherry."

Draco fidgeted, torn between the pleasure of Harry's tongue and the discomfort of the potion. "At least your tongue is good for something." The burn faded, and he relaxed. "Put it to use and shut up, will you?"

Through a faceful of Draco's ass, Harry mumbled "Shupyou. M'busy."

Draco laughed into the pillow. "Don't talk with your mouth full, Potter."

Harry gave his buttock a nip, then returned to his work, reaching a hand under Draco's hip to fist his cock. All was well until Harry pulled back and blew.

Draco moaned, then shouted "OH MY GOD I'M ON FIRE!" as the oil on his ass ignited.

Harry tumbled back on the sofa and stared in shock, before yelling "OH HOLY CHRIST YOU'RE ON FIRE!"

The flames were no more than three inches high as Draco ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Through the open door, above the sound of the running water, his accusatory whine echoed through the living room. "I told you it burned!"

"But it was expensive," Harry wailed.

Draco shrieked incoherently, then shouted "SO AM I!"

Harry paused. He blinked. He laughed hysterically.

Draco emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips, and saw Harry laughing. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "You. Utter. Bastard."

Harry, still laughing, looked up through tear-filled eyes and realized that he was in a lot more than quite a bit of trouble. There would be no sex for him in the foreseeable future. There also might not be any living for him in the foreseeable future, if Draco decided to act on the rage radiating off of him.

Harry had always had good instincts. He shut his mouth, snatched the bottle of potion, and flung it into the fire, where it exploded in a small mushroom cloud, complete with sound effect of *FOOM*. Draco narrowed his eyes, but apparently deemed this acceptable, and stamped back into the bathroom. The door shut behind him with a loud bang.

Harry stared at his hands for a moment, then gathered his courage together and walked to the bathroom door. He licked his lips nervously, noting idly that he could still taste cherry and Draco. Clearing his throat, he said, "Draco? I'm...um, I'll come by tomorrow, okay?" Draco flung the door open, and Harry ran for the front door just in time to avoid Draco's Incendio, which hit a mahogany end table that promptly went up in flames.

Draco's shrieks of rage followed him down the street as he fled. "I promise I'll buy hypoallergenic lubricant next time, Draco! I'm sorryyyyyyyyyy!"

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	Title: Burning Passions Author: lunarennui Rating: NC-17 Canon: post-HBP. No spoilers. Length: 1,700 words. Scenario: I promise to buy hypoallergenic lubricant. Summary: Mmmmm, tastes like cherry. Disclaimer : Not mine. Notes: this could not have happened without my #1 ho, luxicon. Burning Passions The door was flung open exactly one minute and thirty-seven seconds after Harry had last pounded on it. This rated roughly a six on the Draco-Scale-O-Rage, as Harry had been knocking for nearly ten minutes. Harry steeled himself, and threw forth his only hope of survival. "Draco, I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't mean to be, really! I had something to do that took longer than I thought it would!" Harry groveled as sincerely as he could. He'd been all of fourteen minutes late to arrive this time, and he knew that this was a nearly Unforgivable offense. With a capital U. Quite possibly worse than casting Cruciatus on babies. Draco huffed and glared down his pointy--no, aristocratic!-- nose at Harry. "And that's supposed to be good enough? Honestly, Potter, I thought this meant something to you, I thought you'd finally understood where your priorities belong--" "Draco! I brought something special!" Harry crossed his fingers. Draco was, as Harry had hoped, distracted by the potential of presents. "What is it? Is it shiny? Is it expensive? It had better be expensive. Ooooh, Potter, you'd better have let someone with better taste than you pick it out. What is it?" Draco was nearly bouncing. "Well, Draco, it's...um...it's expensive, yes, it's um..." ...Harry blushed. "It's this." He proffered a smallish, cut-crystal bottle filled with an oily-looking red liquid. Draco was unimpressed. "It's a bottle with red stuff in it." He raised a disdainful eyebrow. "Red stuff. You think that showing up with a bottle of red stuff makes up for being late. Potter, were you raised by wolves? Oh wait, yes, you rather were, considering that a Muggle household could certainly never demonstrate any kind of class--" "Draco. It's a potion. An expensive potion. For...us. To share. May I please come in?" With another huff, Draco spun on one heel and stamped (he could never quite get the body weight to stomp) into the living room, leaving the door open for Harry to deal with. Harry winced, stepped inside, closed the door and locked it carefully, and hung his cloak on the rack before following Draco. Draco was carefully and indolently sprawled across three-quarters of a couch, apparently immersed in a book. Harry sighed. It seemed it was going to be one of Draco's more difficult evenings. He sat deliberately on Draco's shins, and before Draco could complain, he leaned over and plucked the book from Draco's hands. Smiling winsomely, he put the book down, despite Draco's complaints, and leaned over him, toying with strands of blond hair. "Draco..." Draco looked up at him petulantly. "Potter." "Come here, Draco." Harry tugged at Draco's neck. Draco sighed. "But I was reading," he whined. Still, he didn't do more than make huffy noises when Harry leaned in and kissed him. In fact, his mouth opened to Harry's quite easily, and while Harry knew he hadn't quite forgotten his pique, his body quickly became pliant under Harry's hands. Particularly when Harry slid his hands up under Draco's shirt and began tracing patterns around Draco's nipples. Harry leaned in close and purred into Draco's ear. "Your book will still be there later...want to fool around?" Draco shivered, though he pretended manfully that he hadn't, and attempted to look indifferent. "Honestly, Potter, I think you only come here for my body. I know I'm irresistible, but really, would it kill you to--mmmph!" His words were cut off as Harry lunged in for another searing kiss. When Harry finally pulled away, Draco blinked dazedly, and with a feeble imitation of his usual arrogance, said "Well...I suppose I could--" and was promptly cut off by Harry's mouth again. Clothing was quickly discarded, and Harry looked up from where he was tongue-fucking Draco's navel to murmur "What do you--" Draco smacked him on the back of the head. "I far prefer it when your mouth is full, Potter," he snarled. Harry snickered and applied himself to the task at hand--which, fortunately for Draco, involved Harry, a mouthful of Draco's cock, and some pleased humming. Far before he was ready, Harry pulled away. Draco growled. "Want to try the potion?" Harry licked his way up Draco's cock and gave Draco a wicked smile while tonguing the head. Draco managed not to whimper. "Um..." Damn. That didn't sound aristocratic at all. Draco scowled. "Fine, Potter, if you're going to be so insistent. Let me see it." Harry handed him the bottle, and Draco sniffed the substance dubiously. "It smells vile, Potter. Why on earth would you pay money for something like this? And you expect me to allow you to put it on my skin? Are you mad?" Harry gave an affectionate suck to the head of Draco's cock, then smiled sunnily up at his somewhat-dazed lover. "It smells like cherries, and wait until you feel it. It gets better, I promise. Roll over." He plucked the bottle from Draco's slack hand, and pushed at Draco's hips to encourage him to move. Draco grumbled, and muttered, and complained, and eventually rolled onto his stomach on the couch. "This had better feel good, Potter, or I'm kicking you out and you can have fun with your own wand. In every sense." Harry smiled, and kissed Draco lingeringly at the base of his spine. "I'm told it's quite nice. Now hush." He dribbled a bit of the oily potion on Draco's left buttock, smeared it with a thumb, and blew on it. "Feels hot, doesn't it?" Draco twitched and moaned a little. "Is it supposed to burn?" Harry licked at the potion. "Yes. Mmmm. Tastes like cherry." He tipped the bottle and let a thin trail of the potion run down between Draco's buttocks, and followed it with his tongue, spreading the oil in smooth sweeps of his tongue. Draco squirmed, and Harry teased him with flicks and stronger presses of his tongue, with the occasional nibble and suck to a buttock or inner thigh. "Mmm. I like this. What do you think?" He licked lushly from scrotum to tailbone. Draco winced and squirmed some more. "I'm fairly certain that it's not supposed to burn like this, Harry!" Harry held his hips down. "Just wait." He gave Draco one last lick, and blew on the oil. Draco shrieked. "Get it off! Get it off!" Harry blinked, still holding Draco's hips down. "What's wrong?" Draco flailed ineffectively. "It fucking hurts, that's what's wrong! Get it off!" "But it's supposed to feel good," Harry protested. "It tastes good!" He licked again. "Mmm, cherry." Draco fidgeted, torn between the pleasure of Harry's tongue and the discomfort of the potion. "At least your tongue is good for something." The burn faded, and he relaxed. "Put it to use and shut up, will you?" Through a faceful of Draco's ass, Harry mumbled "Shupyou. M'busy." Draco laughed into the pillow. "Don't talk with your mouth full, Potter." Harry gave his buttock a nip, then returned to his work, reaching a hand under Draco's hip to fist his cock. All was well until Harry pulled back and blew. Draco moaned, then shouted "OH MY GOD I'M ON FIRE!" as the oil on his ass ignited. Harry tumbled back on the sofa and stared in shock, before yelling "OH HOLY CHRIST YOU'RE ON FIRE!" The flames were no more than three inches high as Draco ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Through the open door, above the sound of the running water, his accusatory whine echoed through the living room. "I told you it burned!" "But it was expensive," Harry wailed. Draco shrieked incoherently, then shouted "SO AM I!" Harry paused. He blinked. He laughed hysterically. Draco emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips, and saw Harry laughing. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "You. Utter. Bastard." Harry, still laughing, looked up through tear-filled eyes and realized that he was in a lot more than quite a bit of trouble. There would be no sex for him in the foreseeable future. There also might not be any living for him in the foreseeable future, if Draco decided to act on the rage radiating off of him. Harry had always had good instincts. He shut his mouth, snatched the bottle of potion, and flung it into the fire, where it exploded in a small mushroom cloud, complete with sound effect of FOOM. Draco narrowed his eyes, but apparently deemed this acceptable, and stamped back into the bathroom. The door shut behind him with a loud bang. Harry stared at his hands for a moment, then gathered his courage together and walked to the bathroom door. He licked his lips nervously, noting idly that he could still taste cherry and Draco. Clearing his throat, he said, "Draco? I'm...um, I'll come by tomorrow, okay?" Draco flung the door open, and Harry ran for the front door just in time to avoid Draco's Incendio, which hit a mahogany end table that promptly went up in flames. Draco's shrieks of rage followed him down the street as he fled. "I promise I'll buy hypoallergenic lubricant next time, Draco! I'm sorryyyyyyyyyy!" {About the Eros Affair • Fics by Scenario • Fics by Author • Project Notes}