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enchanted_jaeTitle: Life After 50, part 4 Follows Life After 50, part 3
Author:enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual content
Word count: 695
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift fordigthewriter, using the prompts Harry/Draco, act your age
Summary: Older gentlemen behaving badly.
Harry shoved his feet into a pair of Wellies and ambled out to the garden, where he began scattering some seed for the birds. Snow had fallen overnight, and there were even more birds at the feeders than usual.
Harry walked to the tree where one of the feeders was hanging, intent on dumping more seed inside it. He felt magic brush past him an instant before the branches above shifted and dropped their load of snow on his head. Harry yelped and stumbled out from under the tree, cursing when he felt some of the icy cold moisture slither down the collar of his coat.
From the doorway of the house, Draco laughed and tucked his wand away.
Harry's jaw tightened in aggravation. "Bloody hell, Draco! Act your age."
"Where is the fun in that?" taunted his husband. Draco's mirth subsided with a yelp of his own when Harry lobbed a snowball at him.
Harry cursed again when Draco evaded his frozen missile and escaped inside, slamming the door behind him. Harry was determined to seek his revenge. He charged through the snow, scattering birds in his wake, and stormed inside. There, he had to pause to catch his breath.
"Harry, you are going to have a heart attack," chided Draco. "A man in his fifties should not be running amok in the snow like a child. I suggest you act your age."
"You started it!"
Draco stuck his nose in the air, but not before Harry caught the fiendish twinkle in his eye. "Spoken like a true child."
"Prat," grumbled Harry. Once the stitch in his side eased, he straightened and toed his Wellies off. He removed his snow-covered bobble hat and threw it at Draco, chortling when it hit Draco square in the chin.
"Ack!"
"You deserved that," said Harry. He shrugged out of his coat, hung it on a peg, and flicked a drying charm at it. Harry turned to look at Draco, his gaze focused and hungry.
Draco paused in brushing snow from his jumper, and one pale brow quirked up. "You look deranged."
"Thanks to you, I am cold and deranged," Harry informed him. "Therefore, it's your job to warm me up."
"I'm quite certain a man your age should not be on the pull in the middle of the day."
Harry prowled closer. "I'll pull you," he threatened.
Draco held his ground, but Harry could see a quiver wrack his body. "That sounds utterly sordid," he pronounced. Draco's stiff upper lip failed him when Harry lunged. He turned to flee, but Harry caught him around the waist and tossed him onto the nearby sofa.
"Oof!" Draco huffed when he landed. "While I won't say no to a shag, we are certainly too old to be jumping on the furniture."
"We're only as old as we feel," countered Harry. His voice was muffled from where he was busy stringing kisses along Draco's neck. He groaned when Draco's hands grasped his bum.
"Hm, well your arse still feels as firm as that of a forty-year-old."
Harry raised his head. "Forty?!"
Draco snickered and kneaded the arse in question, which served to distract Harry from his pique. They gave up bickering in favor of kissing, caressing, and undressing. The actual sex was accomplished at a languid pace, the tempo building slowly until each of them reached a crescendo.
Harry was enjoying the drowsy, sated afterglow when Draco poked him in the side.
"You're smothering me, oaf."
"Nag," grumbled Harry. Nevertheless, he shifted about, wincing as his back protested the movement, and came to rest against the back of the sofa with Draco spooned in front of him.
"This is bloody uncomfortable."
"It was your idea," Draco reminded him. The words ended on a yawn.
"Perhaps we should take this to bed."
"It's the middle of the day!"
Harry chuckled and nuzzled his nose into Draco's silvery hair. "We're old, remember? We're expected to snooze in the middle of the day."
Draco craned his neck to look back at Harry. "Are you suggesting we act our age?"
"Only in regards to a snooze," Harry replied. "We can always act like randy teens again afterward."
Author:
enchanted_jaeCharacters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual content
Word count: 695
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for
digthewriter, using the prompts Harry/Draco, act your ageSummary: Older gentlemen behaving badly.
Harry shoved his feet into a pair of Wellies and ambled out to the garden, where he began scattering some seed for the birds. Snow had fallen overnight, and there were even more birds at the feeders than usual.
Harry walked to the tree where one of the feeders was hanging, intent on dumping more seed inside it. He felt magic brush past him an instant before the branches above shifted and dropped their load of snow on his head. Harry yelped and stumbled out from under the tree, cursing when he felt some of the icy cold moisture slither down the collar of his coat.
From the doorway of the house, Draco laughed and tucked his wand away.
Harry's jaw tightened in aggravation. "Bloody hell, Draco! Act your age."
"Where is the fun in that?" taunted his husband. Draco's mirth subsided with a yelp of his own when Harry lobbed a snowball at him.
Harry cursed again when Draco evaded his frozen missile and escaped inside, slamming the door behind him. Harry was determined to seek his revenge. He charged through the snow, scattering birds in his wake, and stormed inside. There, he had to pause to catch his breath.
"Harry, you are going to have a heart attack," chided Draco. "A man in his fifties should not be running amok in the snow like a child. I suggest you act your age."
"You started it!"
Draco stuck his nose in the air, but not before Harry caught the fiendish twinkle in his eye. "Spoken like a true child."
"Prat," grumbled Harry. Once the stitch in his side eased, he straightened and toed his Wellies off. He removed his snow-covered bobble hat and threw it at Draco, chortling when it hit Draco square in the chin.
"Ack!"
"You deserved that," said Harry. He shrugged out of his coat, hung it on a peg, and flicked a drying charm at it. Harry turned to look at Draco, his gaze focused and hungry.
Draco paused in brushing snow from his jumper, and one pale brow quirked up. "You look deranged."
"Thanks to you, I am cold and deranged," Harry informed him. "Therefore, it's your job to warm me up."
"I'm quite certain a man your age should not be on the pull in the middle of the day."
Harry prowled closer. "I'll pull you," he threatened.
Draco held his ground, but Harry could see a quiver wrack his body. "That sounds utterly sordid," he pronounced. Draco's stiff upper lip failed him when Harry lunged. He turned to flee, but Harry caught him around the waist and tossed him onto the nearby sofa.
"Oof!" Draco huffed when he landed. "While I won't say no to a shag, we are certainly too old to be jumping on the furniture."
"We're only as old as we feel," countered Harry. His voice was muffled from where he was busy stringing kisses along Draco's neck. He groaned when Draco's hands grasped his bum.
"Hm, well your arse still feels as firm as that of a forty-year-old."
Harry raised his head. "Forty?!"
Draco snickered and kneaded the arse in question, which served to distract Harry from his pique. They gave up bickering in favor of kissing, caressing, and undressing. The actual sex was accomplished at a languid pace, the tempo building slowly until each of them reached a crescendo.
Harry was enjoying the drowsy, sated afterglow when Draco poked him in the side.
"You're smothering me, oaf."
"Nag," grumbled Harry. Nevertheless, he shifted about, wincing as his back protested the movement, and came to rest against the back of the sofa with Draco spooned in front of him.
"This is bloody uncomfortable."
"It was your idea," Draco reminded him. The words ended on a yawn.
"Perhaps we should take this to bed."
"It's the middle of the day!"
Harry chuckled and nuzzled his nose into Draco's silvery hair. "We're old, remember? We're expected to snooze in the middle of the day."
Draco craned his neck to look back at Harry. "Are you suggesting we act our age?"
"Only in regards to a snooze," Harry replied. "We can always act like randy teens again afterward."
