HarryLovesDraco 12, AdventDrabbles 19, DH100 Christmas 19, Slyth100 Hols 19, Jae's Advent 19
Title: Form of Foreplay
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 650
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ harrylovesdraco Challenge #12 - Gift/card exchange or Secret Santa
★ AdventDrabbles on InsaneJournal prompt #20 - Christmas shopping
★ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge #20 - secret Santa
★ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry #20 - glasses of wine
★ Jae's Advent Drabbles #20 - secret Santa letters for avana96
Summary: Draco receives a secret Santa letter, sparking Harry's jealousy.
After a long day of Christmas shopping, in which Draco had purchased an obscene amount of gifts for family and friends, he and Harry were relaxing at home in front of the fire. They had opened the bottle of wine that Blaise had sent, and they were now sipping the excellent vintage while sitting at opposite ends of the sofa. Their feet and lower legs were tangled together, affording them the opportunity to play a little footsie. It was a slow-building form of foreplay that would eventually lead to languid shag.
Harry was checking the Daily Prophet for news updates, while Draco was sifting through the holiday cards and letters they had received that day. He was reading them aloud to Harry, sharing the joy of the season.
Draco frowned at the next package he picked up. "This one is addressed to me alone," he said.
Harry didn't bother to look up. "Is Pansy still angry at me for missing her Yule party last week?"
"It's not from Pansy," Draco replied. "It's not her handwriting."
Harry did lower the paper then. "Perhaps you should check it for hexes before you open it," he suggested.
Draco drew his wand and waved it over the package. "It's fine," he said.
Harry nodded and returned his attention to the Prophet, giving Draco's lower leg a caress with his toes as he did so.
Draco smiled and opened the package. A letter dropped out, along with a black silk scarf. Puzzled, Draco picked up the message and read:
If I tell you I've been naughty, will you use this on me?
It was signed: Your secret admirer Santa
Draco felt an odd combination of embarrassment and excitement. He was committed to Harry, but it was gratifying to know that someone else still thought he was attractive and sexy.
When Draco remained silent, Harry glanced up again. "Who was that from?" he asked.
Draco cleared his throat. "It would appear as though I have a secret admirer," he replied with a cheeky grin.
"What?!" cried Harry, leaning forward. "Let me see that." He snatched the letter from Draco and read it, a frown drawing his brows down as he did so.
Draco shivered at the thunderous expression on Harry's face. He did so love it when Harry got jealous. Not that he ever gave his lover reason to be, of course. "It seems harmless enough," Draco ventured.
"Harmless?!" exclaimed Harry. "He wants you to tie him up with a silk scarf!" He wadded the message up and tossed it into the fire.
"Harry!" Draco protested.
Harry pounced on Draco and dragged him down until he was lying supine on the sofa. He grabbed the silk scarf and growled, "If anyone is going to get tied up with this, it will be you!" Harry then wound the scarf around Draco's wrists and tugged his lover's hands above his head by the silken material.
"Harry," gasped Draco, arching up to frot against his lover.
Harry claimed Draco's mouth with a punishing kiss before moving his lips to Draco's neck to nibble and suck a vivid love bite into bloom.
Draco squirmed and panted as Harry marked him. His body throbbed with arousal, and he couldn't wait until his possessive boyfriend claimed him in the most primitive and delicious way possible.
Harry sat up and began attacking the buttons on Draco's shirt. Draco's color was high, his eyes were dilated with passion, and his swollen lips were parted to emit frantic puffs of breath. So much for languid lovemaking; they were going to have hot and dirty sex right here in front of the fire. Draco would howl and kick and bite while Harry mastered him with his bruising hands and thrusting cock. Harry smiled in wicked glee at the prospect. Sending Draco a secret Santa letter had been a stroke of Slytherin genius.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 650
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ harrylovesdraco Challenge #12 - Gift/card exchange or Secret Santa
★ AdventDrabbles on InsaneJournal prompt #20 - Christmas shopping
★ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge #20 - secret Santa
★ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry #20 - glasses of wine
★ Jae's Advent Drabbles #20 - secret Santa letters for avana96
Summary: Draco receives a secret Santa letter, sparking Harry's jealousy.
After a long day of Christmas shopping, in which Draco had purchased an obscene amount of gifts for family and friends, he and Harry were relaxing at home in front of the fire. They had opened the bottle of wine that Blaise had sent, and they were now sipping the excellent vintage while sitting at opposite ends of the sofa. Their feet and lower legs were tangled together, affording them the opportunity to play a little footsie. It was a slow-building form of foreplay that would eventually lead to languid shag.
Harry was checking the Daily Prophet for news updates, while Draco was sifting through the holiday cards and letters they had received that day. He was reading them aloud to Harry, sharing the joy of the season.
Draco frowned at the next package he picked up. "This one is addressed to me alone," he said.
Harry didn't bother to look up. "Is Pansy still angry at me for missing her Yule party last week?"
"It's not from Pansy," Draco replied. "It's not her handwriting."
Harry did lower the paper then. "Perhaps you should check it for hexes before you open it," he suggested.
Draco drew his wand and waved it over the package. "It's fine," he said.
Harry nodded and returned his attention to the Prophet, giving Draco's lower leg a caress with his toes as he did so.
Draco smiled and opened the package. A letter dropped out, along with a black silk scarf. Puzzled, Draco picked up the message and read:
If I tell you I've been naughty, will you use this on me?
It was signed: Your secret admirer Santa
Draco felt an odd combination of embarrassment and excitement. He was committed to Harry, but it was gratifying to know that someone else still thought he was attractive and sexy.
When Draco remained silent, Harry glanced up again. "Who was that from?" he asked.
Draco cleared his throat. "It would appear as though I have a secret admirer," he replied with a cheeky grin.
"What?!" cried Harry, leaning forward. "Let me see that." He snatched the letter from Draco and read it, a frown drawing his brows down as he did so.
Draco shivered at the thunderous expression on Harry's face. He did so love it when Harry got jealous. Not that he ever gave his lover reason to be, of course. "It seems harmless enough," Draco ventured.
"Harmless?!" exclaimed Harry. "He wants you to tie him up with a silk scarf!" He wadded the message up and tossed it into the fire.
"Harry!" Draco protested.
Harry pounced on Draco and dragged him down until he was lying supine on the sofa. He grabbed the silk scarf and growled, "If anyone is going to get tied up with this, it will be you!" Harry then wound the scarf around Draco's wrists and tugged his lover's hands above his head by the silken material.
"Harry," gasped Draco, arching up to frot against his lover.
Harry claimed Draco's mouth with a punishing kiss before moving his lips to Draco's neck to nibble and suck a vivid love bite into bloom.
Draco squirmed and panted as Harry marked him. His body throbbed with arousal, and he couldn't wait until his possessive boyfriend claimed him in the most primitive and delicious way possible.
Harry sat up and began attacking the buttons on Draco's shirt. Draco's color was high, his eyes were dilated with passion, and his swollen lips were parted to emit frantic puffs of breath. So much for languid lovemaking; they were going to have hot and dirty sex right here in front of the fire. Draco would howl and kick and bite while Harry mastered him with his bruising hands and thrusting cock. Harry smiled in wicked glee at the prospect. Sending Draco a secret Santa letter had been a stroke of Slytherin genius.