lokifan_import

And I've had all three today!

First: my postcard from

enchanted_jae came today! Thanks so much, Jae! I'm glad you had a good time. Plus, I feel all international now.

Second: I got back my marks for the mocks (mock exams before the summer) and I got all As in English! Haven't got back anything else, but pfft. What are other subjects beside the one where you read and discuss? Besides, the other thing I did in class today was watch the last episode of Blackadder Goes Forth. This is appropriate use of class time, y/n? I've got to say y.

Third: I've mentioned before that I'm working on an original novel, set in Wiltshire. It's been hard trying to do remote research; I live twenty miles from London, which means that Stonehenge is a distressingly long way away. Internet research had come up empty.

But today, my local librarian (yes, all right, we know each other's names and taste in novels) gave me a printout of stuff from a local village's website! It had all these helpful things about Stonehenge! And she told me how long her husband took walking through the village when he visited - meaning I can work out how long it takes to run from villainous wizards through it!

I'm just so amazed by this last one. It was so completely kind and selfless, just helping me research because she knows I can't go there myself. People are good, aren't they?

In mentioning all the good things, I'm probably waving a big sign to Fate that reads, "come smite me!" but I don't even care. It's a good day to be alive!

Oh, and also I have drabbles. One of which is mild porn. Spread the joy!

Title: Kinky Boots
Word count: 200
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for

dracoharry100's challenge of "tongue".
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, but I think I'm often nicer to them than she is.

Harry shifted and sighed. He’d been promised a blowjob for accompanying Draco shopping, but this hot Saturday was meant for Quidditch.

Harry’s irritable frown softened as he watched Draco preen. The shameless hedonist loved being pampered. He’d wax lyrical about the luxury of having your shoes tied; the way the best assistants pulled firmly on the tongue of the boot before doing the laces up tightly.

Draco pulled back from the assistant and strutted over to Harry. “What d’you think of the boots, Harry?”

Harry prepared to say positive, vague things and looked down.

He choked.

Draco smirked. “Kinky, yes?”

~*~

They left very quickly, Apparating home. They undressed in a fumbling rush; Draco was left in his new boots and nothing else.

Harry gulped. “Come on then,” he ordered hoarsely, then yowled as hot mouth and soft lips and wicked tongue engulfed him.

Harry came quickly, watching Draco’s lips round his cock, Draco’s hands jerking desperately at his own, Draco kneeling in those boots. Draco swallowed, lips swollen by friction, and came.

–

After a hard day of shopping and sex, Draco decided on a nap.

“Thanks for coming with me,” Draco yawned. “I know you hate shopping.”

“Totally worth it.”