Author’s Note: This was all Anathdemalfoy's fault, I swear! *grins* She just had to challenge her flist at LiveJournal to write her exotic drabbles. I couldn't resist a chance to do a Moody/Draco... so here it is:

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"Please?" Draco pleaded in a low voice. He placed both hands over the table and clutched his partner's fingers, looking at him earnestly.

The weathered Auror shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His resolve was disappearing, and Draco knew it. The boy smiled as he widened his beautiful grey eyes--imploring Moody to do as he wished.

"There are too many people," Moody whispered, still determined to try and change the other's mind. A restaurant was hardly the place for the kind of activity Draco wanted... even if the whole room was only lit by candlelight.

"I really want it now..." Draco moaned, one hand disappearing under the tablecloth. He spread his legs, raising his robe until they pooled around his waist, exposing his naked limbs to the air. He stroked his hardening cock, moaning softly as he gazed at Moody with limpid eyes.

"Don't you want me?" he murmured. The crowded restaurant drowned his voice, and he knew hardly anyone was interested with eavesdropping in what seemed like a boring conversation between an Auror and his student. Draco spread his legs wider as he sank lower in his seat. He was hot and ready and he wanted it so badly he could almost feel it inside him. He raised one leg, rubbing Moody's knee with his foot. "Now. Do it!" he ordered urgently.

Moody's resistance gave way to the sight of Draco's flushed and eager face. He could only imagine what the boy was doing with his hands under the table, and he knew the moist pink pucker was ready and willing for him--as it always was before. Raising his wooden leg, Moody brought it closer to Draco's thigh. The blond immediately seized it and liberally rubbed it with olive oil from the table.

Guiding it with his hands, Draco felt the hard shaft enter him, stretching his hole with delicious heat as he gasped in pleasure. He let Moody fuck him with the wood, his hips moving back and forth until most of his body lay atop the padded seat.

Moody thrust harder and faster with each passing second as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead in spite of the cold interior. Draco whimpered each time it hit his prostate, and when he couldn't take it any longer, he came then and there, spraying his thighs--and the underside of the table--with his spunk.

"Oh God!" the Auror gasped, his magical eye spinning uncontrollably as he clutched the tabletop, feeling himself come inside his trousers in his excitement.

"Monsieur, would you like us to lower the temperature?" a passing waiter inquired with concern after seeing the panting pair.

Moody shook his head, momentarily glancing at Draco's satisfied smile before answering the waiter, "Thank you. But the heat, I think, is just right."

END

(May 2004)