TITLE:
Coitus Interruptus

 RATING:
NC-17

 SUMMARY:
There is only one thing Draco wants to give Harry for his birthday…
unfortunately they can never seem to get far enough to 'blow out the candles'

 WARNINGS:
Sexual content, adult language, sexual frustration, wanking

 WORDS:
7,293

Many thanks to my wonderful Beta, Jadzia7667

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. JKR owns everything.

Harry Potter woke abruptly to the sound of the radio blaring from the room next to the bedroom. He smacked his lips, cursing his boyfriend for his inconsideration.

The first strains of Shirley Bassey's Hey Big Spender were blasting through the walls as the stereo - or television; Harry couldn't be sure - was turned up to almost full-volume. Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He sat up in bed and fumbled for his glasses on the bedside table just in time to see Draco Malfoy, his long-term boyfriend, slink sexily in the room wrapped in nothing but a red leather g-string.

"The minute you walked in the joint," Draco purred in time to the music, sliding up and down the door frame, shimmying his hips on each downstroke, "I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender!" He slipped a finger into the thin leather strap holding the garment in place and flicked it suggestively. "Good looking, so refined. Say wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?" With a few hip thrusts, Draco slid the g-string down his thighs and off, kicking it over to the bed where it landed in Harry's lap. "So let me get right to the point. I don't pop my cork for every guy I see!" He sauntered over to the bed and started writhing up and down the bed post as if he was poll dancing. "Hey big spender, spend a little time with meeeeeeeeeee!" Draco finished his little performance with a pointed grope to his balls before launching his now naked self into Harry's lap. "Happy Birthday, lover!" He kissed Harry firmly as he took Harry's hand and put it on his prominent erection.

Harry coughed and opened his mouth to comment but all that came out was a small choked squeak.

"I told you that you wouldn't need to unwrap your present," Draco said cheekily, pressing forward so his dick poked Harry in the stomach. "See, already unwrapped!" He grabbed his wand from where he had left it on his pillow; with a quick flick of his wrist, performed a breath freshening charm on Harry before he pushed his lover back onto the pillows and proceeded to snog him senseless.

Thankfully, Harry slept naked ninety percent of the time, so Draco had immediate access to every inch of Harry's body. He planned to wish his boyfriend a very Happy Birthday the best way he knew how.

Harry's legs were tangled around Draco, while Draco's hand was splayed in Harry's messy hair, urging him further into the already desperately passionate kiss. Draco could feel Harry's own dick dripping in warning against his groin. Accosting Harry with a morning erection probably wasn't the best strategy to achieve a marathon session of fucking, as Harry was unlikely to last more than a few moments, but Draco was determined - they could always go for a second round in the shower, anyway.

As suspected, as soon as Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's hard cock, Harry grunted and came with a violent shudder against Draco, squirting all over Draco's hand and stomach. Draco grinned against Harry's lips. Just as he started rubbing himself eagerly against Harry's thigh to finish himself off, the phone rang.

"Oh fuck!" Draco swore breathlessly. "Don't answer it!"

Harry groaned, finding it extremely difficult to move. "I have to. It's my birthday. My friends will want to talk to me," he argued apologetically. "I'll suck you off after the call, okay?" He glared at the phone still trilling next to them.

"Fucking hell! I'm nearly there! Bloody… fuck… shit… arseholes!" Draco swore harshly, dragging himself off Harry and flopping onto his back with an angry growl.

Harry grabbed the phone. "Hello?"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY!" Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends, squawked down the phone, loud enough for Draco to hear and cause him to roll his eyes.

Harry gave Draco an apologetic look and weak shrug. "Thanks, Hermione. How -" he cut himself as he watched Draco grab his own erection and start wanking fervently next to him. The blond was flushed, sweaty, and completely tuning out Harry. "Uhh…"

"Harry?" Hermione asked. "Are you alright?"

"Um, fine," Harry squeaked, gaping openly at Draco's hand going a mile a minute.

"Oh, well, ok," Hermione said. "What did His Lordship get you for your birthday, then? The ever-hinted at engagement ring?"

"What? No!" Harry snorted. "Why would he do that? We're quite happy how we are. No, he um… gave me something a little more, uh… personal…" He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from drooling as Draco's free hand slid down his sweaty torso and reached its destination. Harry's mind turned to mush when Draco expertly slipped his middle finger into his own arse and almost immediately came with a loud groan, come spurting over his fingers and pooling into his bellybutton.

"What the hell was that?" Hermione demanded.

"Um, listen, Hermione, you, ah… kind of… interrupted… something," Harry stammered, words not easily forming in his hungry mouth.

"Oh hell," Hermione moaned. "I'm sorry, I didn't even think you might be… on your birthday… ah, shit…of course you would be. That was the 'something personal', wasn't it?"

"Well, it was going to be, until the phone rang." Draco was now lazily reaching for his wand; when he couldn't find it within arms reach, he just gave up and melted back into the pillows with a sated sigh.

"Oh, ok, um," Hermione said, flustered. "We'll come around later, yeah? Um, we'll try to give warning. Sorry. I'm really sorry!" She hung up, and Harry grinned smugly to himself. "So, I guess you don't need my help anymore?" he asked Draco.

Draco turned a blinked slowly at Harry. "Darling, God was a Boy Scout… he ensured we would always Be Prepared." He held his hand up and wriggled it at Harry.

"I can't believe you just wanked with me sitting here!" Harry snorted. "I had every intention of cutting that phone call short. Now when do I get my birthday present?"

"Oh jeez, Harry," Draco moaned. "I know I'm good, but I'm not that good! Give me a bit of time, to, you know, restock."

Harry burst out laughing. "Well, I'll leave you to restock. I'm going for a shower. Not much point in you joining me now."

"Well, we could try something new," Draco suggested.

"Like what?"

"Showering together without fucking?" Draco shrugged. "Maybe wet sex is overrated."

Harry gave a snorting laugh, shaking his head. He grabbed a towel and sauntered over to the bathroom. "Don't strain anything restocking, baby. You owe me a birthday present."

* * * * *

Draco squirted the last chocolate icing swirl onto the top of the mud cake and licked a stray smudge off his pinkie finger. He turned to look at Harry, who was leaning against the fridge with his arms crossed. "Want to lick the spoon?"

"I'd rather lick you," Harry said pointedly, with a huff.

"I had to make your cake!" Draco protested.

"You spent near two hours being anal and trying to get it perfect! Two hours, during which we could've been fucking!" Harry cried.

"There's no point making it if it wasn't perfect," Draco insisted. "Stop pouting and come here." He set the spoon back in the icing bowl and held his arms out. With one final wrinkle of his nose, Harry reluctantly pushed off the fridge and backed into Draco's arms. Draco swiped his finger in the bowl and dipped it into Harry's mouth. He felt Harry's tongue swirl around his fingertip, and with Harry's lovely arse pressed firmly against his groin, Draco got an almost immediate erection.

Harry turned in Draco's arms, gazing hungrily at Draco with his lustful green eyes. He leant in and ran his tongue over Draco's bottom lip. Draco slipped his tongue out to meet it; he could taste the residual chocolate on Harry's lips. The kiss deepened, and soon Harry had Draco splayed backwards across the kitchen bench. He snaked a hand into Draco's trousers, moaning when he felt that Draco had no underwear on. "Present time," Harry purred, sliding the waistband of Draco's trousers down his pale, toned thighs, exposing his hard cock.

Harry fell to his knees, licking his lips hungrily as he stared at Draco's dick. He glanced up at Draco through thick, dark lashes before his tongue darted out and lapped at the head of Draco's erection. Draco groaned and fumbled to grab hold of anything to keep his balance. He knocked the icing bowl flying, but neither paid any attention. Harry parted his lips and wrapped them around Draco's cock, moving his head down to completely engulf the hardness.

"Oh yes…" Draco breathed, automatically starting to swivel his hips and thrust lightly into Harry's mouth. "Mmm, Harry, put a finger in my arse…" he groaned, leaning heavily into the bench and draping a leg over Harry's shoulder to give him access to his needy hole.

Harry didn't miss a beat in his sucking as eased a dry finger into Draco. "Oh yeah, baby… hmmm… that's it… right in deep…" Draco murmured, and then bit on his bottom lip at the sensations. Harry went to slide another finger in when a loud and obnoxious banging sounded on their front door.

"FUCK NO! PISS OFF!" Draco screeched at the intruder, but Harry had already lost his momentum. He slipped his mouth from Draco's rapidly softening dick and sighed. Draco looked halfway between exploding in anger and crying.

"I'm sorry, babe," Harry said apologetically.

"If that's Weasley and Granger, so help me, I'll throw you on the floor and do you in front of them!" Draco warned, bending to pick up the discarded icing bowl, and launching it furiously into the sink.

Harry went to answer the door and he could still hear Draco banging around in the kitchen angrily. Normally he would correct his boyfriend with 'It's not Granger anymore, love. They're both Weasleys', but he figured at this point in time, that may very well earn him a smack in the face.

Harry opened the door and was wrapped in a hug by Remus Lupin, closely followed by a suffocating embrace from his girlfriend, Tonks. "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday Dear Harrrrrrrrrryyyyyy! Happy Birthday to you!" she sang enthusiastically.

Chuckling, Harry stepped aside and let them in. As she walked past, Tonks thrust a gift into Harry's hands. "Thanks," he said with a grin.

"So, what have you been up to on this fine birthday morning, son?" Remus asked, raising his eyebrows at Harry's ruffled hair.

Harry grinned sheepishly, a hand automatically going up to try and smooth the tangle down. "Not much," he mumbled. A door slammed somewhere in the direction of the kitchen, causing Tonks to jump.

"What the hell was that?" Tonks asked.

"That would be Draco with a severe case of, um, sexual frustration," Harry admitted with a smirk.

"Enough said," Tonks laughed. "Got any plans for later?"

"Uhhmmm… enough said?" Harry asked with a chuckle. Remus smiled at Harry and Harry didn't miss the slight Marauder twinkle in the corners of his eyes.

"Open your gift, Harry," Remus urged. "Tonks insisted we get it for you."

Harry unwrapped his present eagerly and pulled out a crisp white t-shirt. He turned it over curiously and found 'My Other Ride is a Blond' printed on the front. Harry burst out laughing. "Oh my god! He's never going to let me wear this!" he snorted.

Draco stomped into the room and placed a tray of tea on the coffee table. "What are you cackling at?" he huffed.

"How did you know who was here?" Harry asked, indicated the tea.

"I didn't. It's just polite to offer refreshments." Draco bent over and started serving the tea. "Remus, Tonks," he said in greeting before spotting the t-shirt in Harry's arms. He turned to look at Remus and Tonks, raising a perfect blond eyebrow in response. "Pretty redundant since his dick has gone nowhere near my arse all day."

"DRACO!" Harry cried, horrified, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.

Remus chuckled. "Goodness, Harry, failing in your duties, are you?" he asked cheekily and Harry looked affronted.

"No!" Harry cried indignantly. "We just… just… kept…"

Tonks laughed and reached over to pat Harry's leg. "He's teasing, love." The doorbell sounded again and Draco smacked his lips loudly and kicked the table leg.

"BLOODY HELL!" Draco spat. "Who the hell? Fucking… shit…" He stood up with a growl and stomped out to the front door.

Remus and Tonks sniggered at Draco's tantrum, looking pointedly at Harry. "We keep getting interrupted!" he said defensively.

"Well, I suppose on the upside you wouldn't need contraception," Tonks said with a shrugged and Harry gaped at her.

"Uh, gay!" Harry said waving his hand up and down in front of him. "No uterus!"

Tonks snorted. "Oh yeah," she said sheepishly. "Though sometimes with Draco you've got to wonder…"

"HEY! I fucking heard that!" Draco's voice screeched shortly before he appeared in the doorway, closely followed by Ron and Hermione. "Overrun by goddamn Gryffindors!" he spat, before stalking out of the room again.

"Bloody hell, is it his time of the month?" Ron snorted, and Hermione slapped him in the arm.

"Every time of the month is Draco's time," Harry muttered.

"What's got his pure silk knickers in a twist now?" Hermione asked in amusement.

"Not Harry, anyway," Remus said lightly. Harry groaned and put his head in his hands.

"Happy Birthday, by the way, mate!" Ron enthused, giving Harry a brief hug and slap on the back. Then he grabbed Harry's left hand and peered at it. "I told you the ferret wouldn't have the guts, Hermione," he said smugly.

"I just pointed out that Harry's birthday would be a perfect time for him to finally propose! I didn't say he would actually do it!" Hermione argued.

"Fuck," Harry said with a shake of his head. "What is it with you and this engagement shit, Hermione?!"

Hermione crossed her arms and sniffed. "I'm not the only one who thinks you two should make it official. You're more like an old married couple than Molly and Arthur!"

"Yes, and even the sex has fizzled out," Tonks said, grabbing a biscuit off the plate and taking a large bite.

"IT HAS NOT!" Harry protested. "WE JUST KEEP GETTING INTERRUPTED!"

"Speaking of Mum and Dad," Ron stated with a laugh. "They're on their way over with Ginny and Blaise. Oh, and Fred and George hinted that they were heading over also. We know you didn't want a party, but, well, tough!"

Half of Harry felt like cheering - he loved parties - but the other half groaned and pictured Draco's furious face when he broke the news. "Uh, thanks."

"It won't be anything over the top, Harry," Hermione insisted. "Molly is bringing all the food, the twins are sorting the alcohol, and Ron and I have brought all the decorations. You and Draco just have to make yourselves scarce for a short time while we get it all ready!"

Harry turned to look at Remus and Tonks. "You guys were in on this, weren't you?"

"It was our job to make sure you two were in and not…" Remus explained, trailing off.

"Well, I'm glad you all at least had a mind to think we might be busy!" Harry scoffed. "I'm going to break the news to my dear boyfriend. I'm sure he'll be ecstatic!"

* * * * *

Harry found Draco out on their balcony scowling down at their garden. He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and kissed him lightly on the side of the neck. "Don't be pissy, babe. It's my birthday."

"I'm not pissy, Harry," Draco muttered. "I'm just annoyed. I had planned on spending your birthday with just us. I… I had… plans…"

"What plans, love?" Harry asked, slipping his hands up under Draco's shirt and feathering his fingers across the smooth stomach.

"Just dinner and stuff," Draco sighed.

"So, this isn't about sex?" Harry said with slight amusement in his tone.

"Well, yeah, that too!" Draco cried indignantly. "That was part of my present to you! I was going to do all the things you liked!"

Harry made an interested sound. "Part of it?" he prodded.

"Yes, part of it," Draco confirmed, but had no intentions of giving more details. "I even bought that red leather g-string just for you and you didn't even comment."

Harry chuckled and squeezed Draco tighter. "I was rather incapable of speech at that point," he pointed out. "I hope you'll wear it again for me…"

"Did you even realise it had 'Happy Birthday' printed on it?" Draco said, turning in Harry's arms.

"Well, no, but that's because I was sort of looking at your dick rather than what was covering it, so you can't really blame me for that," Harry explained.

"No, I suppose not," Draco agreed.

"Wanna make out for a bit?" Harry asked with a grin. "I've been told we had to make ourselves scarce because… well…" He gave Draco a feeble look.

"Because they want to throw a bit of a party for you," Draco finished.

"Yeah. How did you know?" Harry said, as he took Draco's hand and led him over to one of their plastic picnic chairs. He sat down and urged to Draco to sit on his lap, so Draco straddled Harry's lap with his legs dangling down either side of the chair.

"I guessed. Your friends are so boringly predictable," Draco scoffed. "They did this the year before last and probably only didn't do it last year because I took you away for the weekend. Something I should've done again this year, obviously."

"Well, they are my friends. They want to see me on my birthday," Harry said, giving Draco's bum a soft squeeze.

"But they didn't even ask if we had plans!" Draco cried. "I don't give a shit if they come around, but damn, Hermione called us at nine am! Not only is it your birthday, but it's a Sunday. Who's awake at nine am on a Sunday?"

"You were," Harry pointed out.

"I set the alarm for eight o'clock so I could make you breakfast…" Draco snapped his mouth shut.

"You made me breakfast?" Harry asked in confusion, as they had had Coco Pops for breakfast.

"Well, that was the plan," Draco said defensively. "I bought all the stuff and everything! But, well, I kinda slapped the alarm off and went back to sleep, and it was twenty past eight when I woke up again. You looked so cute sleeping, so I watched you for awhile, until you started snoring and drooling again. Then you didn't look so cute anymore and I really needed a piss, so then I went into the kitchen and put the radio on. They were playing really great songs! I went to get dressed, and you looked like you were waking, so I quickly put the g-string on… I was going to serve you breakfast in it, see, but the music was too good, so I sort of turned it up - just a little bit - so you would wake up…"

Harry put a finger over Draco's mouth so he would stop talking. Draco's silvery eyes gazed hungrily at Harry. Draco moved forward and breached the gap between them, pressing his lips against Harry's as he hastily removed his finger from Draco's mouth. Their kiss deepened, and Draco expertly unzipped Harry's trousers. He tugged Harry's loose boxers down slightly to free Harry's hardening dick, rolling it in his hands.

Draco was determined, and he sped up his movements, grinding against Harry, who took the hint and pulled the elastic waistband of Draco's tracksuit pants down. Draco pushed forward urgently, their erections sliding together and creating a delicious friction.

"If anyone comes out and disturbs us," Draco breathed, wrapping his hand around both of their dicks and squeezing lightly, "they can fucking get an eyeful, for all I care." Harry only managed to nod in response before he had a mouthful of Draco's tongue again.

Harry was wriggling beneath Draco, losing himself rapidly in the feeling of Draco's weight on top of him, as Draco rutted desperately against him. Their kiss was so deep that they were both nearing explosion. Neither noticed the chair shift under them before a loud crack sounded and the next thing they knew, as if in slow motion, they were toppling towards the hard tiled floor.

They fell back harshly with a crash, sending the other chairs flying. Harry broke Draco's fall, but his head hit the tiles in the process and he was immediately knocked out.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Draco panicked, scrambling off Harry. Draco whimpered when he saw a small amount of blood pooling under Harry's cheek. Draco just managed to yank his pants awkwardly back up and cover Harry before Ron, Hermione, Remus, Tonks, Molly, and Arthur all came running. "Harry, Harry? Oh god, please wake up!"

"What the in Merlin's name happened?" Remus cried before he spotted the chair, which now had its leg snapped off. "Oh, you weren't? Not in a plastic picnic chair!"

"Fuck, just help him!" Draco fretted, trying to ease the broken plastic out from under Harry's back. He shifted to smooth Harry's hair away from his forehead and screeched in pain. "Arrghh shit!" He cradled his wrist to his chest, trying to ignore the pain shooting through it.

Remus knelt down and had a closer look as Molly demanded Ron go fetch a wet cloth for Harry's head. "I think it's broken, son," he stated with a wry look.

"Oh god," Draco groaned. "All I wanted was a bloody fuck!"

Harry moaned slightly then, and managed to pry his eyes open. "Ungh, my head," he whimpered tearfully. "Did we fuck?"

"No, the chair broke, baby," Draco sighed. "Are you ok?" he asked and them immediately felt like a wanker, considering Harry had blood trickling down the side of his face and rapidly forming bruise above his temple.

"Um, I could use a vodka, I think," Harry said with a weak chuckle. "Straight."

Molly tutted and bustled over with her wand drawn. "Come on, you two, up we get. Inside so I can tend to those injuries. You'll be as good as new in no time," she fussed. "And you lot can stop sniggering right now. It's none of our business what Harry and Draco were doing whilst they were alone.

Between Remus and Draco, they managed to haul Harry up and into the living room, which was now adorned with colourful balloons, streamers and a huge sign that screamed 'HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY, HARRY!'

"I have a headache," Harry mumbled, shooting Hermione a grateful look when she handed him a small glass with a shot of vodka in it.

"Now you're really buggered, Draco," Tonks laughed. "He's using the universal 'I don't feel like sex' line - 'I have a headache'!"

"No, I really do have a headache," Harry insisted, wincing at the pain. "I think it's a headache… and I don't not want sex. I mean, I do want… I… uh… what was I saying?"

Draco smacked his lips in concern. "He smashed his head on the tiles! You lot need to shut up; you're confusing him!" he scolded, stroking the back of Harry's neck.

"Tiles?" Harry asked.

"Shush, just rest," Draco said firmly. Molly came back and sat on Harry's other side, immediately whipping the vodka from his fingers before he even had a chance to drink any.

"Aww," Harry whinged and pouted simultaneously. "Now I can't even get a drink! No goddamn shagging and no alcohol. What kind of birthday is this? I may as well go back to bed!"

"You will do as you're told, young man," Molly scolded. "If you drink that alcohol with these potions, you'll be off your face in moments and unconscious shortly after! Now, I don't know about you, but I doubt Draco is interested in making love with you whilst you are comatose."

Harry blushed at Molly's words, but still managed to pout fiercely. Draco on the other hand raised his eyebrows in interest and Tonks laughed. "Ha! Look at his face! Harry would have to be a corpse before Draco lost interest!" She gave Draco a nudge and he smirked in response.

Molly forced a few potions down Harry's throat, with him sputtering and protesting the whole time, before she forced him to lie on the couch for at least an hour without moving while they worked.

She then moved on to Draco, and discovered that he had thankfully not broken a bone in his wrist, but it was badly sprained and bruised. So Draco had various potions forced upon him also, earning smug sniggers from Harry while he watched Draco get tended to. The only difference was that Draco was allowed to move around and have a drink, so he partook of both, smirking at Harry from the leather recliner.

Some dance music had been put on their stereo system. Now that everyone had arrived, drinks were flowing and a steady stream of food was appearing on the table for people to help themselves to.

"You're a shit," Harry huffed, looking away from Draco. They were only ones left sitting (well, Harry was still stuck lying) in the living room. Draco didn't want to leave Harry alone while he was so miserable, but that didn't mean he was going to pass up a perfect opportunity to tease his boyfriend.

Draco grabbed Harry's discarded shot glass full of vodka and downed it, shivering slightly as the alcohol burned his throat. He was never really fond of spirits; he had always preferred wine.

"I could fuck you right here on the couch, babe," Draco purred. "In front of everyone."

"Pfft," Harry scoffed. "A big hairy hippogriff would probably launch itself down our floo and take a big dump on our heads right before we come, so what's the fucking point?"

Draco pulled a face at Harry's imagery and snorted. "You'll be free to move in another five minutes or so. Are you implying you are going to remain there and sulk?"

"I might," Harry snapped. "Or I might get piss drunk and make out with my pillow. Liable to get better results with that."

"Harry, love, you can get up now!" Molly called from where she was standing by the fire chatting to Tonks. "Just take it easy!"

"Can I drink?" Harry called back, the whine still lingering in his tone.

"No!" Molly said, shaking her finger at him. Harry frowned as he sat up, pursing his lips and launching a pillow roughing onto the ground.

"Whoever said I was the moody one in the relationship had obviously never met you," Draco commented, which only earned him a sharp green glare. "Come on, I've got something to show you." He held out his hand, which Harry reluctantly took, and pulled Harry up from the couch. Harry swayed from a slight lingering dizziness, so Draco held him until he got steady again.

Draco led Harry down the hall towards their bedroom. Before Harry realised what was happening, Draco yanked him into their main bathroom, slammed the door shut and locked it tight.

"I'm going to fuck you now, lover," Draco murmured huskily. "I don't care who comes looking for us, or who knocks on the door… I don't even care if a hippogriff comes and dumps right next to us…" He pushed Harry up against their vanity and licked his lips. "Strip!" he demanded. Harry nodded mutely, fumbling as he tried to wrench his clothes off in a hurry. As he got his pants down, Draco grabbed his arm. "That'll do."

Draco slid his own pants down slowly and stepped out of them. They were both painfully hard, and Harry was whimpering in anticipation. Draco leant forward and kissed Harry sensually, cupping his erection in his hand and sighing at the feeling. "Turn around," Draco whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry did as requested and braced himself on the vanity. He watched Draco, via the mirror, suck on his own fingers, and then his hand disappeared out of view. Harry groaned deeply when he felt Draco ease a slender finger into his arse. "Ohhhh, Draco," he breathed.

Draco grunted, using all his self-control not to grab Harry's hips and thrust into him immediately. "Ungh, Harry, I love your arse…" He slid his finger in and out, pressing his finger tip against Harry's internal walls.

"Fuck it, Draco… fuck my arse," Harry purred, gazing hungrily at Draco through the mirror. Draco melted against Harry's back, positioning his hard cock at Harry's entrance. He spread Harry's arse cheeks and pressed forward and into the welcoming heat that was uniquely Harry. "Mmmm…" Harry moaned, dropping his head down as he lost himself in the feeling. Droplets of pre come were already sliding down his dick and he wrapped his hand around it, smearing the liquid up and down the shaft.

Draco started pumping into Harry, determined to finish quickly to avoid any further interruptions. Harry was already too far gone to manage anything more than deep grunts in response to each of Draco's thrusts. Draco moved his hand from Harry's hip so he could take Harry's dick into his own hand when suddenly a shower of freezing cold water blasted all over them from the ceiling.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Harry screeched, pulling away from Draco in horror. He looked up at the roof to see that their fire sprinklers had activated, and he wanted to cry.

"I'VE FUCKING HAD IT! THAT'S IT!" Draco roared, slamming the lock back and flinging the door open. The hallway was bone dry, and he suspected with disgust that so was the rest of their flat. Harry's shirt was drenched, and so were his discarded pants, but he yanked them on just in time before all his party guests came racing down the hallway.

Draco had already disappeared into their bedroom. Ron, Fred, George, and Tonks all started screaming with laughter. Harry was in far too much shock to actually respond to their heckling. Draco came stalking out of their room with a towel wrapped around his waist. "WE'RE OUTTA HERE!" he spat, grabbing Harry's hand. They Apparated away with a loud crack.

* * * * *

"Where the hell are we?" Harry demanded through chattering teeth as they arrived, hugging himself tightly to get warm. They appeared to be in a decadent hotel room, which was full of birthday balloons. There was a table full of expensive delicacies, including champagne, strawberries and Belgian chocolates.

"We're in Scotland," Draco told him. "Edinburgh, actually."

"Why?" Harry asked, gaping at the beautiful room and king size four poster bed in all its glory in the middle of the room. The silk sheets were covered in red and white rose petals.

"Plans," Draco stated. "These were my plans."

"Oh," Harry said stupidly, feeling a little guilty that he let his friends interfere with Draco's obviously extensive plans, even if he had no idea there were any plans.

Draco dropped his towel and revealed that he was once again in nothing but his red leather g-string. He advanced on Harry with a lustful gleam in his eyes. "Happy…. Birthday… to you," he started purring, imitating Marilyn Monroe's famous rendition of the verse. He pushed Harry back onto the bed and straddled his hips. "Happy… Birthday… to you…" He ripped Harry's shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. "Happy Birthday… dear Harry…" he bent his head and licked up Harry's chest. "Happy Birthday… to you…" He finished his little performance with a needy kiss, grinding intensely against Harry.

Harry managed to grab hold of Draco's g-string and rip it off. Draco pulled back and smirked widely at Harry as Harry brought the tiny garment up to his face to read the words Draco had told him were printed here. It did, indeed, have 'Happy Birthday' printed across the cup. Some more wording caught Harry's eye on the inside, and he turned the g-string inside out, revealing glossy blue satin.

Harry gasped, choking on his sharply drawn breath as he read the rest of the sentiment. Stitched into the satin in gold thread were the words 'Marry me, Harry?' A shiny gold ring was tied underneath with a red ribbon.

"Well?" Draco asked, suddenly feeling extremely shy. He could feel a warm blush creeping into his cheeks as Harry's eyes flicked between Draco and back again to the g-string.

"I… you… we… uh…" Harry stammered. "You said we were fine how we are!" he finally accused, poking Draco sharply in the chest.

"Well, I didn't want you to suspect anything, did I?" Draco scoffed. "Well, what do you say, my favourite bed warmer?"

Harry snorted with laughter. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!" he cried, yanking Draco down in a suffocating embrace.

"I should think so," Draco said confidently, the shyness melting away. "And now…" he suckled softly on Harry's lower lip, "I'm going to finish what I have been trying to start all day!" He helped Harry out of his dripping shirt, and then slowly slipped his trousers down his legs.

Once they were both naked, Draco sat back on his haunches and smiled softly down at Harry. "I love you, Harry," he murmured, untying the ring from inside the underwear and sliding it onto Harry's finger.

Harry grinned and studied the ring for a few moments. "I love you," he said, reaching up to kiss his new fiancé. "Don't you dare try all that foreplay shit! I want you in me right now!"

"Ooo, feisty, aren't we?" Draco teased. "Well, it is your birthday, so I suppose I better oblige." He reached over, plucked a ready and waiting tube of lubricant from the bedside table and squeezed a liberal amount into his hands. "But we are using this, because I plan to fuck numerous times tonight, interchangeably, and I refuse to have you wincing in pain. It's rather a turn-off, you know?"

Harry growled and pulled Draco back down onto him, kissing him roughly. Draco spread Harry's legs apart, coating his arse with a sleek layer of the substance and massaging the remainder onto his own cock. Harry flung a leg over Draco's shoulder, and Draco started easing himself into Harry. When he was fully sheathed, they both sighed contentedly in unison. Draco rubbed Harry's bum cheek lovingly for a few moments, before Harry arched his back and urged Draco to start moving.

They moved together perfectly. Draco entwined his fingers with Harry's and used his other hand to squeeze and caress Harry's dick. Harry was moaning and panting Draco's name passionately. Both were whispering and sighing their love to one another over and over again.

Draco focussed all his attention on Harry, watching his fiancé writhe beneath him, sweat glistening on his skin. Harry gazed deeply into Draco's eyes before his own slipped shut and he came, groaning Draco's name and shuddering at his long-anticipated release.

Bending over to kiss Harry sensually though the final sparks of his orgasm, Draco sucked in a breath sharply, feeling the warning sensations in his gut. Harry opened his eyes just in time to witness Draco grunting and thrusting deeply inside him one last time, crying out Harry's name.

Draco pulled out of Harry and slid down into his side, grinning when Harry's arms automatically closed around him. They shared a brief kiss before Harry made a soft keening noise. "Finally," he sighed.

"That's the last time we ever plan a fuck, ok?" Draco said tiredly. "Spontaneity has always worked for us, so let's not stop now."

Harry was silent for a few moments, before he gazed up at Draco. "Alright," he agreed. "Then let's go get married!"

"What?!" Draco squeaked. "Now?"

"Absolutely!" Harry said with a cheeky grin, grabbing Draco's face and planting a firm kiss on his lips. "And I'll be fucked if anyone will interrupt us!"

- fin -

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This a birthday gift fic for Rickybuchanan, who requested birthday!sex with many interruptions! Happy Birthday, Ricky! I hope I've done your request justice!

* Coitus Interruptus: Coitus interruptus or withdrawal is an unreliable method of contraception in which, during sexual intercourse, the man removes his penis from the woman's vagina just before he reaches orgasm. That way, the ejaculation of semen is not in the vagina but elsewhere (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coitus_interruptus)

This is obviously not the meaning I have in my fic, but I borrowed the name and used it in a play on words! :)

Take care,

Lani