Fic for Appleling: Playing Santa
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nicevennTitle: Playing Santa
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Beta:katelinmr and nursedarry. Thanks!
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Discaimer: Harry and Draco belong to J.K.R.
Warnings: Anal, oral, rimming, and an inappropriate use of fairy lights. :D
Summary: Draco promised his parents they wouldn’t be late for dinner, but Harry was held up playing Santa...
A/N:Written as a (very early) Christmas gift forappleling, who gave me this very lovely prompt and also this very lovely prompt. *Drools*
Draco was livid. It was Christmas Eve, and he’d promised his parents that he would not be late for dinner at seven. It was already six-thirty. Where wasHarry?
As if in response to Draco’s thought, a loud pop sounded in the bedroom and one Harry Potter dressed as Father Christmas appeared before him.
“It’s about time!” Draco snapped. “Get out of that ridiculous costume and put on something appropriate. Not jeans.” He shook his head. “The things you won’t do for fame.”
Harry rolled his eyes and took off his fake white beard, then his heavy boots. “Unlike you, Draco, I thought it my duty to do something nice for the children on Christmas.”
“I donated to charity.” Draco looked up from buttoning his shirt, and his jaw dropped.
“What?” Harry asked, stepping out of his red velvet trousers and kicking them aside with his foot.
A foot covered in what Draco was sure were the longest socks he’d ever seen. His eyes traveled up Harry’s legs to where the socks ended mid-thigh They were white with two red stripes at the top.
“What are you wearing?”
“Er... My Santa costume?”
If Draco had been able to take his eyes off those thighs, he would have seen the smirk playing on Harry’s lips. But his eyes remained where they were, especially now that he noticed there was no hint of boxer shorts sticking out from under Harry’s red velvet coat. And Harry only ever wore boxers.
“Shouldn’t you be getting dressed?” Harry asked.
Draco finally managed to cast a glance at his boyfriend’s face, and saw that Harry had taken off his glasses. Considering that Harry wasn’t about to shower or go to sleep, that could mean only one thing: he wanted a shag.
Draco’s eyes moved down to where Harry’s hands were slowly unbuttoning his coat, revealing a smooth chest, then toned abs, followed by a trail of dark hair leading down from the belly button to...
“Sweet Salazar.”
Harry tossed his coat aside while Draco stared at his semi-erect prick. “I thought you didn’t want to be late.”
Draco’s eyes roamed up and down Harry’s body again. Harry had a short string of fairy lights draped around his neck. Draco was only slightly curious as to their purpose.
“How long has it been since I fucked you?” Draco asked.
Harry shrugged. “It’s been a while. You’re usually content to let me do all the work.”
All the blood in Draco’s veins was rushing to his cock. He didn’t miss the way Harry’s eyes twinkled when he saw the growing bulge under Draco’s towel.
“Didn’t you buy a new bottle of lube last week?” Draco asked. “Peppermint, was it?”
“Yeah.” Harry raised his hand to his head to take of his Santa hat.
“No, leave it on.”
The corners of Harry’s lips twitched. “But you told me to change.”
“Forget what I told you.”
Harry stood still in front of the wardrobe as Draco moved towards him. Draco stopped close enough that the towel around his waist brushed the underside of Harry’s cock, and he reached out to take the string of fairy lights in between his fingers.
“What are these for?” he asked. Nothing Harry did was ever without purpose.
Harry hesitated a moment, as if debating whether he should tell Draco or let him find out for himself. They stared at each other for a moment before Harry said, “I charmed them to light up when you stick it in me.”
Draco had to fight to keep his composure. It wasn’t becoming a Slytherin to lose control.
Draco let go of the strand of lights and stood back again to admire the sight before him. Harry looked confident and strong and just a tad vulnerable. The prospect of seeing him come undone made Draco reconsider his promise to his parents.
“We’re going to be quite late for dinner,” he said. “And we’re going to say it was all your fault.”
“I wasn’t expecting any different,” Harry said in a low voice.
With a dramatic sigh, Draco let his towel fall to the floor. “You know what to do.”
Harry dropped to his knees.
Warm hands and calloused fingers traveled slowly up Draco’s legs. Green eyes held grey as Harry leaned in to nuzzle his balls. Draco was amazed at how much loving attention Harry bestowed on him whenever were intimate. It was always as if they were exploring each other’s bodies for the first time. And Draco loved it. Just as he loved the way Harry’s tongue ran up the length of his cock, then around the head, then into the slit to greedily collect the drop of precome that had gathered there. His hands clenched at his sides as he watched the head of his cock disappear inside Harry’s mouth. When it did, the lights around Harry’s shoulders lit up. Draco gasped in surprise.
I charmed them to light up when you stick it in me.
Draco hadn’t considered that Harry’s mouth counted as sticking it in him, but he wasn’t complaining. The jewel-toned lights cast circles of colour on Harry’s skin, drawing attention to his toned shoulders and chest.
Harry must have noticed his expression. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
Harry took one end of the strand and wrapped it a few times around the base of Draco’s cock. Then he spit on it and, smirking, smeared the glob of saliva along the shaft. Draco forgot to breathe as he watched Harry swallow his length all the way down to the ring of lights.
Draco moaned and began to thrust inside Harry’s mouth. “You’re amazing.”
Harry’s tongue was equally amazing, moving in all the right ways pushed in and out of that tight, wet heat. Draco could handle only a few minutes before he pulled out; he wasn’t done with Harry yet.
“Bend over the side of the bed,” Draco instructed.
“As you wish.” Harry winked and complied.
Draco allowed himself a moment to drink in the sight of Harry in his thigh-high socks, looking back over his shoulder at him, Santa hat still in place.
“I know I’m stunning, Draco, but really--your parents are waiting.”
“Worse things have befallen them,” Draco said dismissively as he stepped forward.
Draco sank to his knees behind Harry and placed both hands on the round globes of his arse. He squeezed and parted them slightly to get a good view of Harry’s puckered opening.
Harry sucked in a breath.
As Draco leaned in, the scent of peppermint filled his nose. “You sneaky...”
Draco slid his tongue up and down Harry’s cleft a few times, enjoying the way his boyfriend tensed and thrust back for more contact. He nudged Harry’s rim with the tip of his tongue, as if persuading it to open.
Harry’s breathy moans were going straight to Draco’s cock. He resisted the urge to reach down and wank while his tongue lapped and wiggled and pushed. Instead, he pried Harry’s arse cheeks open for better access.
“I love it when you do that,” Harry said, as Draco’s tongue slid deeper into Harry’s hole.
Draco loved it too, but he loved being inside Harry more. “Wanna fuck you,” he said hoarsely.
“Then do it.”
“Will you be on top?”
“If you want me to be.”
“Yeah, I want to see you and those ridiculous lights of yours.” Draco climbed up on the bed and propped himself up against the pillows.
Flush-faced and dazed-looking, Harry joined him. The strand of fairy lights was still around Harry’s shoulders, unlit. Draco held his prick by the base and watched as Harry positioned himself for penetration. As the tip of his cock slid in, Harry lit up like a Christmas tree. Draco couldn’t help but laugh with delight.
Harry smiled. “That’s how you always make me feel.”
Draco could empathise.
This was not the time for being sentimental, however. There was a task at hand, and Draco saw to it. Holding Harry by the hips, he began to thrust up, again and again, harder and faster. Harry returned each thrust, gasping as Draco’s cock brushed his prostate.
They were both so close; Draco could smell the arousal in the air and hear their breathing becoming more laboured. The cooling effect of the peppermint lube was making his cock tingle in the most delicious way.
Harry took the fairy lights from around his neck and used them to pull Draco closer. They kissed, Harry’s minty balm filling Draco’s mouth with flavour.
Draco moaned into Harry’s mouth as his body was seized by his climax, muscles tensing momentarily before bliss took him completely. A pulsing warmth on his belly told him that Harry had finished, too.
Draco collapsed back against the pillows.
“We’re so late.”
♥~♥~♥
“You’re late.”
Lucius glowered at Draco, and then at Harry, as they seated themselves at the table. Narcissa said nothing, but Harry could tell by the way she held her nose just a little higher than usual that she was disappointed in her son.
“I apologise, Father. Harry was held up playing Father Christmas.”
Harry looked down, attempting to hide his smirk.
“Here you go, love,” Draco said, taking Harry’s serviette and tossing it onto his lap. “You’re going to need this.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.
Harry felt the heat rising in his cheeks. Draco was wicked.
The End.
Author:
nicevenn Beta:
katelinmr and nursedarry. Thanks!Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Discaimer: Harry and Draco belong to J.K.R.
Warnings: Anal, oral, rimming, and an inappropriate use of fairy lights. :D
Summary: Draco promised his parents they wouldn’t be late for dinner, but Harry was held up playing Santa...
A/N:Written as a (very early) Christmas gift for
appleling, who gave me this very lovely prompt and also this very lovely prompt. *Drools*Draco was livid. It was Christmas Eve, and he’d promised his parents that he would not be late for dinner at seven. It was already six-thirty. Where wasHarry?
As if in response to Draco’s thought, a loud pop sounded in the bedroom and one Harry Potter dressed as Father Christmas appeared before him.
“It’s about time!” Draco snapped. “Get out of that ridiculous costume and put on something appropriate. Not jeans.” He shook his head. “The things you won’t do for fame.”
Harry rolled his eyes and took off his fake white beard, then his heavy boots. “Unlike you, Draco, I thought it my duty to do something nice for the children on Christmas.”
“I donated to charity.” Draco looked up from buttoning his shirt, and his jaw dropped.
“What?” Harry asked, stepping out of his red velvet trousers and kicking them aside with his foot.
A foot covered in what Draco was sure were the longest socks he’d ever seen. His eyes traveled up Harry’s legs to where the socks ended mid-thigh They were white with two red stripes at the top.
“What are you wearing?”
“Er... My Santa costume?”
If Draco had been able to take his eyes off those thighs, he would have seen the smirk playing on Harry’s lips. But his eyes remained where they were, especially now that he noticed there was no hint of boxer shorts sticking out from under Harry’s red velvet coat. And Harry only ever wore boxers.
“Shouldn’t you be getting dressed?” Harry asked.
Draco finally managed to cast a glance at his boyfriend’s face, and saw that Harry had taken off his glasses. Considering that Harry wasn’t about to shower or go to sleep, that could mean only one thing: he wanted a shag.
Draco’s eyes moved down to where Harry’s hands were slowly unbuttoning his coat, revealing a smooth chest, then toned abs, followed by a trail of dark hair leading down from the belly button to...
“Sweet Salazar.”
Harry tossed his coat aside while Draco stared at his semi-erect prick. “I thought you didn’t want to be late.”
Draco’s eyes roamed up and down Harry’s body again. Harry had a short string of fairy lights draped around his neck. Draco was only slightly curious as to their purpose.
“How long has it been since I fucked you?” Draco asked.
Harry shrugged. “It’s been a while. You’re usually content to let me do all the work.”
All the blood in Draco’s veins was rushing to his cock. He didn’t miss the way Harry’s eyes twinkled when he saw the growing bulge under Draco’s towel.
“Didn’t you buy a new bottle of lube last week?” Draco asked. “Peppermint, was it?”
“Yeah.” Harry raised his hand to his head to take of his Santa hat.
“No, leave it on.”
The corners of Harry’s lips twitched. “But you told me to change.”
“Forget what I told you.”
Harry stood still in front of the wardrobe as Draco moved towards him. Draco stopped close enough that the towel around his waist brushed the underside of Harry’s cock, and he reached out to take the string of fairy lights in between his fingers.
“What are these for?” he asked. Nothing Harry did was ever without purpose.
Harry hesitated a moment, as if debating whether he should tell Draco or let him find out for himself. They stared at each other for a moment before Harry said, “I charmed them to light up when you stick it in me.”
Draco had to fight to keep his composure. It wasn’t becoming a Slytherin to lose control.
Draco let go of the strand of lights and stood back again to admire the sight before him. Harry looked confident and strong and just a tad vulnerable. The prospect of seeing him come undone made Draco reconsider his promise to his parents.
“We’re going to be quite late for dinner,” he said. “And we’re going to say it was all your fault.”
“I wasn’t expecting any different,” Harry said in a low voice.
With a dramatic sigh, Draco let his towel fall to the floor. “You know what to do.”
Harry dropped to his knees.
Warm hands and calloused fingers traveled slowly up Draco’s legs. Green eyes held grey as Harry leaned in to nuzzle his balls. Draco was amazed at how much loving attention Harry bestowed on him whenever were intimate. It was always as if they were exploring each other’s bodies for the first time. And Draco loved it. Just as he loved the way Harry’s tongue ran up the length of his cock, then around the head, then into the slit to greedily collect the drop of precome that had gathered there. His hands clenched at his sides as he watched the head of his cock disappear inside Harry’s mouth. When it did, the lights around Harry’s shoulders lit up. Draco gasped in surprise.
I charmed them to light up when you stick it in me.
Draco hadn’t considered that Harry’s mouth counted as sticking it in him, but he wasn’t complaining. The jewel-toned lights cast circles of colour on Harry’s skin, drawing attention to his toned shoulders and chest.
Harry must have noticed his expression. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
Harry took one end of the strand and wrapped it a few times around the base of Draco’s cock. Then he spit on it and, smirking, smeared the glob of saliva along the shaft. Draco forgot to breathe as he watched Harry swallow his length all the way down to the ring of lights.
Draco moaned and began to thrust inside Harry’s mouth. “You’re amazing.”
Harry’s tongue was equally amazing, moving in all the right ways pushed in and out of that tight, wet heat. Draco could handle only a few minutes before he pulled out; he wasn’t done with Harry yet.
“Bend over the side of the bed,” Draco instructed.
“As you wish.” Harry winked and complied.
Draco allowed himself a moment to drink in the sight of Harry in his thigh-high socks, looking back over his shoulder at him, Santa hat still in place.
“I know I’m stunning, Draco, but really--your parents are waiting.”
“Worse things have befallen them,” Draco said dismissively as he stepped forward.
Draco sank to his knees behind Harry and placed both hands on the round globes of his arse. He squeezed and parted them slightly to get a good view of Harry’s puckered opening.
Harry sucked in a breath.
As Draco leaned in, the scent of peppermint filled his nose. “You sneaky...”
Draco slid his tongue up and down Harry’s cleft a few times, enjoying the way his boyfriend tensed and thrust back for more contact. He nudged Harry’s rim with the tip of his tongue, as if persuading it to open.
Harry’s breathy moans were going straight to Draco’s cock. He resisted the urge to reach down and wank while his tongue lapped and wiggled and pushed. Instead, he pried Harry’s arse cheeks open for better access.
“I love it when you do that,” Harry said, as Draco’s tongue slid deeper into Harry’s hole.
Draco loved it too, but he loved being inside Harry more. “Wanna fuck you,” he said hoarsely.
“Then do it.”
“Will you be on top?”
“If you want me to be.”
“Yeah, I want to see you and those ridiculous lights of yours.” Draco climbed up on the bed and propped himself up against the pillows.
Flush-faced and dazed-looking, Harry joined him. The strand of fairy lights was still around Harry’s shoulders, unlit. Draco held his prick by the base and watched as Harry positioned himself for penetration. As the tip of his cock slid in, Harry lit up like a Christmas tree. Draco couldn’t help but laugh with delight.
Harry smiled. “That’s how you always make me feel.”
Draco could empathise.
This was not the time for being sentimental, however. There was a task at hand, and Draco saw to it. Holding Harry by the hips, he began to thrust up, again and again, harder and faster. Harry returned each thrust, gasping as Draco’s cock brushed his prostate.
They were both so close; Draco could smell the arousal in the air and hear their breathing becoming more laboured. The cooling effect of the peppermint lube was making his cock tingle in the most delicious way.
Harry took the fairy lights from around his neck and used them to pull Draco closer. They kissed, Harry’s minty balm filling Draco’s mouth with flavour.
Draco moaned into Harry’s mouth as his body was seized by his climax, muscles tensing momentarily before bliss took him completely. A pulsing warmth on his belly told him that Harry had finished, too.
Draco collapsed back against the pillows.
“We’re so late.”
“You’re late.”
Lucius glowered at Draco, and then at Harry, as they seated themselves at the table. Narcissa said nothing, but Harry could tell by the way she held her nose just a little higher than usual that she was disappointed in her son.
“I apologise, Father. Harry was held up playing Father Christmas.”
Harry looked down, attempting to hide his smirk.
“Here you go, love,” Draco said, taking Harry’s serviette and tossing it onto his lap. “You’re going to need this.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.
Harry felt the heat rising in his cheeks. Draco was wicked.
The End.
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Date: 2011-11-18 11:18 pm (UTC)Cute icon!
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Date: 2011-11-19 09:02 pm (UTC)I feel like I missed the last joke though...was Draco implying that he was going to do something so that Harry would need to hide a hard on under his napkin, or just the memory of their real lateness? Something about Harry still wearing the lights and them still being lit because he was wearing plug would have been hilarious too!
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Date: 2011-11-21 06:52 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2011-11-20 07:56 am (UTC)Best line ever: Draco allowed himself a moment to drink in the sight of Harry in his thigh-high socks, looking back over his shoulder at him, Santa hat still in place.
*licks lips* the accompanying image in my head to THAT line is.... *speechless with desire*
Thank you so much! You're amazing, you know! *hugs* And I really needed that. Today was a bad, bad day for me. Not even ranting in my journal helped one bit. I still felt like throwing stuff... preferably at the person who caused me my misery in the first place. That is, until I read this... THIS amazing Santa-smut! Just so you know, I am so printing this!! *tackle glomp* LOVE YOU!!
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Date: 2011-11-21 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-24 01:48 pm (UTC)love it!
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