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nicevennTitle: All I want for Christmas 1/1
Author: Harryndraco
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco wants only one thing for Christmas.
As Harry sat in front of the fireplace, watching Ron beating Hermione at chess, his mind was reeling. Christmas was only two days away, and he had yet to find the perfect gift for his boyrfriend, Draco. The blond had everything, and Harry was not a genius when it came to clever gift ideas.
Draco had been showering him with expensive gifts almost daily since the beginning of December. He had to admit, his favorite was the first: a tiny sparkling thing which Draco told him was a fairy-dragon egg. Draco had given it to him early because he wanted it in Harry’s possession when it hatched. Two weeks later, a tiny, semi-transparent creature that looked as though it were made of moonlight, emerged. Harry named it Draco.
Now, Draco the Dragon was sleeping peacefully, perched on Harry’s shoulder. Hermione had explained that Fairy-Dragons, although legal as pets, were extremely rare and expensive. This, along with the fact that it was the best gift he had ever even dreamed of receiving, made Harry like a complete git for not having anything to give in return.
Suddenly, Harry remembered the note Draco had passed him earlier. He had not read it yet, since it had ‘For your eyes only’ written on it in bold letters. Harry hastily searched his pockets for the note, hoping it contained a clue as to what Draco wanted for Christmas, which was possibly considering that Harry had mentioned having no idea what to get him.
Harry glanced up at his friends who were so absorbed in their game he doubted if they were still aware of his presence. Everyone else had gone off to bed, and so Harry decided it was safe to unfold the paper.
Harry read the dancing letters at the top with a smile: ‘All I Want for Christmas.’ But the smile quickly faded when he saw the animated drawing beneath the title. A figure he immediately recognized as himself, given the glasses and untidy hair, was on his back with his legs in the air. A word bubble above him blinked alternately with “Draco!!!” and “Fuck me harder…YES!” The animated Draco was in between his legs, thrusting hard and fast, the bed on which they lay rocking with every push.
Harry could feel the flush spreading across his cheeks, his cock springing to life. Yet, the blood in his veins was boiling in anger. Only Draco could be so brash and inconsiderate. Harry had already told him that he did not feel ready. How dare Draco put this kind of pressure on him? Harry’s cock, however, was more concerned with the pornographic drawing that with Draco’s sensitivity, and so Harry decided to go to bed for a quick wank to appease his prick.
After placing his dragon on the tiny bed he had made for it on his bedstand, Harry pulled the curtains around his bed and cast a few charms to ensure his privacy, and laid back against the pillows casting some light with his wand. He pulled off his jeans and boxers in haste, and picked up Draco’s drawing. As he watched himself being pounded into the mattress by his lusty boyfriend, he started by dragging his fingers lightly up and down the underside of his cock. Then he remembered that he was supposed to be mad at Draco, and was only doing this to relieve his discomfort. He stopped teasing himself and wrapped his fingers tightly around his cock and began to tug it in desperate, jerky strokes.
He looked at the drawing again, imagining the scene was real, and he was coming in ten seconds.
Harry had hoped that his wank session would have exhausted him enough to let him forget his turmoil and fall asleep, but as he continued to toss and turn in bed he decided he needed to talk to Draco. Now.
*********
“Why are you up so late?” Draco whined, rubbing his eyes as Harry went to work casting privacy charms around the bed.
“We need to talk,” said Harry.
“NOW? About what?”
Harry slammed Draco’s drawing in front of the Slytherin. “What did you want to accomplish by giving me this?”
Draco had to squint in order to make out what was on the paper. He shrugged. “I was hoping you’d realize how much I want you and let me shag you.” Suddenly Draco was wide-eyed as he realized that Harry had crawled into his bed in the middle of the night. “Did you come to…”
“No!” Harry shouted, interrupting the blond. “Draco, we’ve had this conversation before, and I can see now that you are one insensitive git. And I will not let you force me into this. If you can’t wait until I’m ready, then I guess it just won’t work between us.”
“What!? Harry have you gone completely mental? When’s the last time I mentioned shagging? And this…” he picked up the drawing, waving it at Harry, “I just thought it would be amusing. It wasn’t meant to pressure you in any way.”
“Oh, no. No pressure at all,” said Harry, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Draco sighed, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind. “I love you, Harry. I will wait as long as it takes until you’re ready.” But there was a tinge of disappointment in his voice. “It’d just be easier to do if you at least told me why.”
“Why what?”
“Why you still don’t think you’re ready. I mean, we’ve been together for almost a year now. I can’t help but wonder why you’re holding back. Are you insecure about our relationship? Don’t you trust me? Desire me?”
Harry tensed. This was why he had avoided these conversations like the plague. He didn’t want to admit to Draco exactly what was stopping him from enjoying a well-deserved shag. ‘Should I tell him? If I do, maybe he will be able to calm my fears. Or will he get angry that I’ve been holding out for so long for such a stupid reason?’
“I.. uh… because I’m scared.”
“Of what?” said Draco, his pointed chin resting on Harry’s shoulder.
“Of-of you. Of taking your prick up my arse.” Harry’s voice was quivering and he was sure that his face was as red as Uncle Vernon’s when he was angry. He scrunched his eyes shut, waiting for Draco to start laughing or yelling. That’s what he would have done if he’d been gifted with such a stupid boyfriend.
But Draco did not laugh, and when he spoke his voice as calm. “Harry, you’ve faced Voldemort, you’ve battled a dragon—and you’re scared to death of getting it up the arse?”
Harry couldn’t help a short laugh. “It sounds crazy, I know. But I can’t help it.”
“No one ever said you had to bottom, Harry. I can do it, if you want.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t want to do it unless I know I can give in return.”
“Good point,” said Draco. They sat in silence for a while, and then Draco said, “You do know that you can trust me to be gentle. I won’t hurt you. I can’t promise that it won’t feel uncomfortable, at least at first, but…”
“You mean we wouldn’t have to do it like in your drawing?” Harry asked, hopeful.
“No.”
Harry exhaled loudly with relief, causing Draco to laugh. “See now, doesn’t it feel better to talk about it?” said Draco.
Harry nodded. “Loads better. I think I’ll give it some more thought,” he managed to say before Draco’s lips descended on top of his own. Draco’s kiss was slow and gentle, and Harry knew Draco was giving him a taste of how their first shag would be.
“No rush,” Draco told him. “I may come off as a perverted nymphomaniac, but I love you way too much to ruin what we have over a shag.” But Harry had made up his mind already. The last of his doubts were gone. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and after the feast he would give Draco what he’d been waiting for.
*******
They had managed to leave the feast early and get to Harry’s dormitory before anyone else got there in hopes of avoiding any questions, or at least put them off until morning, when everyone would wake up to find Draco crawling out of Harry’s bed. Harry’s hands were shaking so much he was unable to close the hangings around his bed, and Draco had to take over. Draco suggested that they simply lie together and talk until Harry relaxed. But Harry shook his head no. He was too anxious and eager to get on with it.
They kissed silky skin while slowly stripping each other down. Once all the clothes were gone, Draco laid Harry down against the pillows and went to work trying to ease his lover’s tension. Soon there wasn’t an inch of Harry’s body that he hadn’t placed his lips upon or nibbled or licked.
Harry grabbed hold of Draco’s white-blonde hair as the blond’s mouth worked on his cock. They had given each other blow jobs, before, but now that it was only a prelude to something more, it felt completely different. Harry was so lost in the sensations Draco’s tongue was producing that he never even registered the first finger probing his entrance, at least not until it was moving in and out of him, brushing past his prostate now and again. He decided to continue focusing on what Draco was doing with his mouth in order to keep himself from panicking when the blond added more finger, or coming from the assault on his pleasure spot, or both.
Draco waited until Harry was near climax before he pulled out his fingers and began to apply a thick coat of lubricant to his cock Harry lay flushed and panting, gazing at Draco from beneath fluttering eyelids. “You sure you want this?” Harry nodded.
Draco positioned himself in between Harry’s legs, pressing the oozing tip of his cock against his entrance. He leaned over and placed a kiss on Harry’s forehead, which was covered in small beads of sweat. “Try to relax. And if it hurts, tell me.” Then he pressed his lips against Harry’s slipping his tongue between parted lips as he slowly began to sheath himself inside his lover.
Harry gasped against Draco’s mouth. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt at all, and the strange feeling of being stretched and filled was anything but unpleasant. He spread his legs wider, trying not to contract his muscles as the pressure in his groin increased, while Draco slid deeper and deeper inside him. Before long he could feel Draco’s balls pressing against his skin, and the knowledge that he was fully impaled upon his lover’s cock sent a shiver of excitement threw him. By now, Draco had stopped kissing him, and his face was scrunched up in what Harry hoped was pleasure, and not frustration.
“You like it?” Draco managed.
But the only answer Harry was able to give was an “oooh…”
“Thought you would.” And so Draco rode Harry slowly to insanity, moving just so and brushing his prostate with every long, agonizing stroke.
Their drawn-out orgasms left both boys quivering and breathless, as they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears. By the time Draco left his post in between Harry’s legs, it was nearly dawn.
“You do realize that this was your Christmas present from me?”
“No,” said Draco, “that won’t work.I did too much work. If you want it to count as a gift you’ll have to do the shagging in the morning while I lie back and enjoy.”
“Okay,” Harry said cheerfully after a short pause.
“But I won’t have any of this gentle business.” Draco sent Harry a threatening glare. “I expect you to fuck me straight through the mattress.”
The End
Author: Harryndraco
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco wants only one thing for Christmas.
As Harry sat in front of the fireplace, watching Ron beating Hermione at chess, his mind was reeling. Christmas was only two days away, and he had yet to find the perfect gift for his boyrfriend, Draco. The blond had everything, and Harry was not a genius when it came to clever gift ideas.
Draco had been showering him with expensive gifts almost daily since the beginning of December. He had to admit, his favorite was the first: a tiny sparkling thing which Draco told him was a fairy-dragon egg. Draco had given it to him early because he wanted it in Harry’s possession when it hatched. Two weeks later, a tiny, semi-transparent creature that looked as though it were made of moonlight, emerged. Harry named it Draco.
Now, Draco the Dragon was sleeping peacefully, perched on Harry’s shoulder. Hermione had explained that Fairy-Dragons, although legal as pets, were extremely rare and expensive. This, along with the fact that it was the best gift he had ever even dreamed of receiving, made Harry like a complete git for not having anything to give in return.
Suddenly, Harry remembered the note Draco had passed him earlier. He had not read it yet, since it had ‘For your eyes only’ written on it in bold letters. Harry hastily searched his pockets for the note, hoping it contained a clue as to what Draco wanted for Christmas, which was possibly considering that Harry had mentioned having no idea what to get him.
Harry glanced up at his friends who were so absorbed in their game he doubted if they were still aware of his presence. Everyone else had gone off to bed, and so Harry decided it was safe to unfold the paper.
Harry read the dancing letters at the top with a smile: ‘All I Want for Christmas.’ But the smile quickly faded when he saw the animated drawing beneath the title. A figure he immediately recognized as himself, given the glasses and untidy hair, was on his back with his legs in the air. A word bubble above him blinked alternately with “Draco!!!” and “Fuck me harder…YES!” The animated Draco was in between his legs, thrusting hard and fast, the bed on which they lay rocking with every push.
Harry could feel the flush spreading across his cheeks, his cock springing to life. Yet, the blood in his veins was boiling in anger. Only Draco could be so brash and inconsiderate. Harry had already told him that he did not feel ready. How dare Draco put this kind of pressure on him? Harry’s cock, however, was more concerned with the pornographic drawing that with Draco’s sensitivity, and so Harry decided to go to bed for a quick wank to appease his prick.
After placing his dragon on the tiny bed he had made for it on his bedstand, Harry pulled the curtains around his bed and cast a few charms to ensure his privacy, and laid back against the pillows casting some light with his wand. He pulled off his jeans and boxers in haste, and picked up Draco’s drawing. As he watched himself being pounded into the mattress by his lusty boyfriend, he started by dragging his fingers lightly up and down the underside of his cock. Then he remembered that he was supposed to be mad at Draco, and was only doing this to relieve his discomfort. He stopped teasing himself and wrapped his fingers tightly around his cock and began to tug it in desperate, jerky strokes.
He looked at the drawing again, imagining the scene was real, and he was coming in ten seconds.
Harry had hoped that his wank session would have exhausted him enough to let him forget his turmoil and fall asleep, but as he continued to toss and turn in bed he decided he needed to talk to Draco. Now.
*********
“Why are you up so late?” Draco whined, rubbing his eyes as Harry went to work casting privacy charms around the bed.
“We need to talk,” said Harry.
“NOW? About what?”
Harry slammed Draco’s drawing in front of the Slytherin. “What did you want to accomplish by giving me this?”
Draco had to squint in order to make out what was on the paper. He shrugged. “I was hoping you’d realize how much I want you and let me shag you.” Suddenly Draco was wide-eyed as he realized that Harry had crawled into his bed in the middle of the night. “Did you come to…”
“No!” Harry shouted, interrupting the blond. “Draco, we’ve had this conversation before, and I can see now that you are one insensitive git. And I will not let you force me into this. If you can’t wait until I’m ready, then I guess it just won’t work between us.”
“What!? Harry have you gone completely mental? When’s the last time I mentioned shagging? And this…” he picked up the drawing, waving it at Harry, “I just thought it would be amusing. It wasn’t meant to pressure you in any way.”
“Oh, no. No pressure at all,” said Harry, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Draco sighed, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind. “I love you, Harry. I will wait as long as it takes until you’re ready.” But there was a tinge of disappointment in his voice. “It’d just be easier to do if you at least told me why.”
“Why what?”
“Why you still don’t think you’re ready. I mean, we’ve been together for almost a year now. I can’t help but wonder why you’re holding back. Are you insecure about our relationship? Don’t you trust me? Desire me?”
Harry tensed. This was why he had avoided these conversations like the plague. He didn’t want to admit to Draco exactly what was stopping him from enjoying a well-deserved shag. ‘Should I tell him? If I do, maybe he will be able to calm my fears. Or will he get angry that I’ve been holding out for so long for such a stupid reason?’
“I.. uh… because I’m scared.”
“Of what?” said Draco, his pointed chin resting on Harry’s shoulder.
“Of-of you. Of taking your prick up my arse.” Harry’s voice was quivering and he was sure that his face was as red as Uncle Vernon’s when he was angry. He scrunched his eyes shut, waiting for Draco to start laughing or yelling. That’s what he would have done if he’d been gifted with such a stupid boyfriend.
But Draco did not laugh, and when he spoke his voice as calm. “Harry, you’ve faced Voldemort, you’ve battled a dragon—and you’re scared to death of getting it up the arse?”
Harry couldn’t help a short laugh. “It sounds crazy, I know. But I can’t help it.”
“No one ever said you had to bottom, Harry. I can do it, if you want.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t want to do it unless I know I can give in return.”
“Good point,” said Draco. They sat in silence for a while, and then Draco said, “You do know that you can trust me to be gentle. I won’t hurt you. I can’t promise that it won’t feel uncomfortable, at least at first, but…”
“You mean we wouldn’t have to do it like in your drawing?” Harry asked, hopeful.
“No.”
Harry exhaled loudly with relief, causing Draco to laugh. “See now, doesn’t it feel better to talk about it?” said Draco.
Harry nodded. “Loads better. I think I’ll give it some more thought,” he managed to say before Draco’s lips descended on top of his own. Draco’s kiss was slow and gentle, and Harry knew Draco was giving him a taste of how their first shag would be.
“No rush,” Draco told him. “I may come off as a perverted nymphomaniac, but I love you way too much to ruin what we have over a shag.” But Harry had made up his mind already. The last of his doubts were gone. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and after the feast he would give Draco what he’d been waiting for.
*******
They had managed to leave the feast early and get to Harry’s dormitory before anyone else got there in hopes of avoiding any questions, or at least put them off until morning, when everyone would wake up to find Draco crawling out of Harry’s bed. Harry’s hands were shaking so much he was unable to close the hangings around his bed, and Draco had to take over. Draco suggested that they simply lie together and talk until Harry relaxed. But Harry shook his head no. He was too anxious and eager to get on with it.
They kissed silky skin while slowly stripping each other down. Once all the clothes were gone, Draco laid Harry down against the pillows and went to work trying to ease his lover’s tension. Soon there wasn’t an inch of Harry’s body that he hadn’t placed his lips upon or nibbled or licked.
Harry grabbed hold of Draco’s white-blonde hair as the blond’s mouth worked on his cock. They had given each other blow jobs, before, but now that it was only a prelude to something more, it felt completely different. Harry was so lost in the sensations Draco’s tongue was producing that he never even registered the first finger probing his entrance, at least not until it was moving in and out of him, brushing past his prostate now and again. He decided to continue focusing on what Draco was doing with his mouth in order to keep himself from panicking when the blond added more finger, or coming from the assault on his pleasure spot, or both.
Draco waited until Harry was near climax before he pulled out his fingers and began to apply a thick coat of lubricant to his cock Harry lay flushed and panting, gazing at Draco from beneath fluttering eyelids. “You sure you want this?” Harry nodded.
Draco positioned himself in between Harry’s legs, pressing the oozing tip of his cock against his entrance. He leaned over and placed a kiss on Harry’s forehead, which was covered in small beads of sweat. “Try to relax. And if it hurts, tell me.” Then he pressed his lips against Harry’s slipping his tongue between parted lips as he slowly began to sheath himself inside his lover.
Harry gasped against Draco’s mouth. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt at all, and the strange feeling of being stretched and filled was anything but unpleasant. He spread his legs wider, trying not to contract his muscles as the pressure in his groin increased, while Draco slid deeper and deeper inside him. Before long he could feel Draco’s balls pressing against his skin, and the knowledge that he was fully impaled upon his lover’s cock sent a shiver of excitement threw him. By now, Draco had stopped kissing him, and his face was scrunched up in what Harry hoped was pleasure, and not frustration.
“You like it?” Draco managed.
But the only answer Harry was able to give was an “oooh…”
“Thought you would.” And so Draco rode Harry slowly to insanity, moving just so and brushing his prostate with every long, agonizing stroke.
Their drawn-out orgasms left both boys quivering and breathless, as they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears. By the time Draco left his post in between Harry’s legs, it was nearly dawn.
“You do realize that this was your Christmas present from me?”
“No,” said Draco, “that won’t work.I did too much work. If you want it to count as a gift you’ll have to do the shagging in the morning while I lie back and enjoy.”
“Okay,” Harry said cheerfully after a short pause.
“But I won’t have any of this gentle business.” Draco sent Harry a threatening glare. “I expect you to fuck me straight through the mattress.”
The End
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