Birthday!gift, AdventDrabbles #5, DH100 Christmas #5, HDPnP #36
Title: Shagnog
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit, tabletop sex
Word count: 665
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ Birthday gift for starrose17, who asked for H/D, tabletop
★ AdventDrabbles on InsaneJournal prompt #5 - eggnog
★ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge #5 - eggnog
★ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #36 - eggnog
Summary: Draco demonstrates that eggnog qualifies as dessert.
Author's note: Please do not link to Facebook or Twitter.
"Eggnog?" Harry asked in a puzzled tone as his boyfriend set a glass of the frothy concoction in front of him. "I thought you said we were having dessert. This isn't what I would call dessert."
Draco sat down across the table from Harry and raised an imperious eyebrow. "Eggnog can be dessert," he insisted. "It's sweet."
Harry took a sip. "It's very tasty," he agreed.
Draco took a drink and licked his lips, savoring the taste. "And it's creamy," he purred.
Harry glanced up and froze. Draco had that look in his eye. Harry's cock, which had been semi-erect all through dinner, surged to full hardness in his pants, and he shifted to ease the pressure. "You do like creamy things," he said, voice gone a bit rough.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed. "I love how this just slides down my throat." He stuck his finger in his glass and then popped it in his mouth. Draco closed his eyes in ecstasy as he sucked his finger.
Harry took a gulp of his own eggnog, hoping to cool himself off. "It's not too...thick for you, is it?" he husked.
"There's no such thing as too thick," Draco parried, sending Harry a smoldering look through his lashes. "I love the way it...fills me up," he murmured. Harry gasped audibly, and Draco smirked at him. "The eggnog, that is," he clarified.
"Sod the eggnog," snarled Harry. He leaned over the table and snagged Draco by the front of his jumper, tugging him into a rough, passionate snog.
Draco rose from his chair and placed one knee on the table, striving to get closer. Harry stood up, drawing Draco up to his knees as he did so. Their lips remained locked in a torrid kiss while their hands fumbled at clothing and grasped at flesh. Harry's jumper landed on the floor, while Draco's was flung to the side, taking the glasses of eggnog with it.
Harry stepped back and pushed Draco down to sit before grabbing him by the ankles and hauling him to the edge of the table. Harry made short work of divesting Draco of his trousers and pants, and he hastened to undo his own jeans and withdraw his throbbing cock. As Harry paused to think about lubricant, Draco relaxed back on his elbows and opened his legs, displaying a glistening hole.
"You cheeky little slag," growled Harry. He dragged Draco to the very edge of the table and positioned himself before flexing his hips forward and driving his cock in. Harry didn't pause; he couldn't. Instead, he set about shafting Draco, good and hard, filling his boyfriend up just the way Draco liked it.
Draco liked it very much, judging by the passionate wails tumbling from his kiss-swollen lips. He hooked his ankles behind Harry's back and clung to the edge of the table as Harry's forceful thrusts threatened to push him off the other side.
Harry maintained his steady pace, plunging into the sweet, snug heat between Draco's legs again and again. He gripped one of Draco's jutting hipbones with one hand, while he used the other hand to stroke his boyfriend's aroused cock.
Draco's voice rose an octave, and his back arched off the tabletop. Two more harsh, panting breaths were followed by a sudden cessation in breathing, and then Draco cried out as he convulsed under Harry and spattered himself with his release.
Harry groaned as Draco tightened around him, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He thrust a few more times and then threw his head back and shouted Draco's name as he filled him with thick, sweet cream.
As Harry was still trying to catch his breath, Draco arched up beneath him in a stretch of pure feline satisfaction. He grinned up at Harry and said, "Now that's what I call dessert."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit, tabletop sex
Word count: 665
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ Birthday gift for starrose17, who asked for H/D, tabletop
★ AdventDrabbles on InsaneJournal prompt #5 - eggnog
★ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge #5 - eggnog
★ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #36 - eggnog
Summary: Draco demonstrates that eggnog qualifies as dessert.
Author's note: Please do not link to Facebook or Twitter.
"Eggnog?" Harry asked in a puzzled tone as his boyfriend set a glass of the frothy concoction in front of him. "I thought you said we were having dessert. This isn't what I would call dessert."
Draco sat down across the table from Harry and raised an imperious eyebrow. "Eggnog can be dessert," he insisted. "It's sweet."
Harry took a sip. "It's very tasty," he agreed.
Draco took a drink and licked his lips, savoring the taste. "And it's creamy," he purred.
Harry glanced up and froze. Draco had that look in his eye. Harry's cock, which had been semi-erect all through dinner, surged to full hardness in his pants, and he shifted to ease the pressure. "You do like creamy things," he said, voice gone a bit rough.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed. "I love how this just slides down my throat." He stuck his finger in his glass and then popped it in his mouth. Draco closed his eyes in ecstasy as he sucked his finger.
Harry took a gulp of his own eggnog, hoping to cool himself off. "It's not too...thick for you, is it?" he husked.
"There's no such thing as too thick," Draco parried, sending Harry a smoldering look through his lashes. "I love the way it...fills me up," he murmured. Harry gasped audibly, and Draco smirked at him. "The eggnog, that is," he clarified.
"Sod the eggnog," snarled Harry. He leaned over the table and snagged Draco by the front of his jumper, tugging him into a rough, passionate snog.
Draco rose from his chair and placed one knee on the table, striving to get closer. Harry stood up, drawing Draco up to his knees as he did so. Their lips remained locked in a torrid kiss while their hands fumbled at clothing and grasped at flesh. Harry's jumper landed on the floor, while Draco's was flung to the side, taking the glasses of eggnog with it.
Harry stepped back and pushed Draco down to sit before grabbing him by the ankles and hauling him to the edge of the table. Harry made short work of divesting Draco of his trousers and pants, and he hastened to undo his own jeans and withdraw his throbbing cock. As Harry paused to think about lubricant, Draco relaxed back on his elbows and opened his legs, displaying a glistening hole.
"You cheeky little slag," growled Harry. He dragged Draco to the very edge of the table and positioned himself before flexing his hips forward and driving his cock in. Harry didn't pause; he couldn't. Instead, he set about shafting Draco, good and hard, filling his boyfriend up just the way Draco liked it.
Draco liked it very much, judging by the passionate wails tumbling from his kiss-swollen lips. He hooked his ankles behind Harry's back and clung to the edge of the table as Harry's forceful thrusts threatened to push him off the other side.
Harry maintained his steady pace, plunging into the sweet, snug heat between Draco's legs again and again. He gripped one of Draco's jutting hipbones with one hand, while he used the other hand to stroke his boyfriend's aroused cock.
Draco's voice rose an octave, and his back arched off the tabletop. Two more harsh, panting breaths were followed by a sudden cessation in breathing, and then Draco cried out as he convulsed under Harry and spattered himself with his release.
Harry groaned as Draco tightened around him, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He thrust a few more times and then threw his head back and shouted Draco's name as he filled him with thick, sweet cream.
As Harry was still trying to catch his breath, Draco arched up beneath him in a stretch of pure feline satisfaction. He grinned up at Harry and said, "Now that's what I call dessert."