Birthday gift; HDPotsNPorn #47; HDFluff #75; Slythindor100 #136
Title: Sticky-Sweet Goodness
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Foodsmut and foreplay
Word count: 550
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 subtlefire, with a prompt of H/D, warmth
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #47 - cooking over a campfire
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #75 - bonfire
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #136 - thankful
Summary: Harry teaches Draco how to toast marshmallows.
"It will be fun, Draco."
"It will be cold."
"No, it won't," said Harry. "The bonfire is already lit, and I have marshmallows to roast and a bottle of wine to drink. If you happen to get cold, I'll warm you up," he added.
That served to stimulate Draco's interest, but he still insisted on acting as if spending time out of doors would be a huge hardship. "Very well, Harry," said Draco, "but I expect you to draw me a hot bath when we come back inside."
"Alright," Harry agreed. He tossed Draco's coat to him and grabbed the bag of marshmallows and the bottle of wine.
~*~
Draco appreciated the warmth of the wine as it slid down his throat. The vintage wasn't up to par with anything from the Malfoy wine cellar, but it was surprisingly palatable. There was enough chill in the air to make Draco thankful for the heat of the fire at his front and the solid warmth of his boyfriend beside him.
Harry was busy toasting a marshmallow over the fire, a process that Draco found fascinating. Once the marshmallow was browned evenly, Harry removed his stick from the flames and plucked the treat from the end before popping it in his mouth.
"Mm," he moaned, licking his lips.
Draco mimicked the lip-licking action as his boyfriend's soft, pleased sound stirred his ardor.
Harry then licked his fingers clean, causing Draco to shift in growing discomfort. Harry speared another marshmallow and repeated the process of holding it over the fire and turning it slowly. When this one was done, he offered it to Draco.
"It's messy," Draco protested, wrinkling his nose.
Harry's teeth flashed in a quick grin, and he pulled the melted confection from the end of the stick and brought it to Draco's lips.
Draco obediently opened his mouth, moaning much like Harry had done when the sweet, melted marshmallow dissolved on his tongue.
"Would you like to try it?" asked Harry.
Before Draco could decline, Harry had speared another marshmallow and thrust the stick into Draco's hands.
"Harry, I'm not-"
"I'll help you," declared Harry. He knelt behind Draco and clasped Draco's forearms, guiding him as Draco reluctantly held the marshmallow over the flames.
With Harry pressed up behind him, Draco couldn't fail to feel his boyfriend's hardness digging into his back, even through his coat. Suddenly, everything seemed much hotter.
"Keep turning it," Harry instructed, breath stirring the hair at Draco's temple.
Draco shivered in reaction.
"That's it," praised Harry, voice growing huskier by the moment.
Draco's pants grew tighter, and he didn't know if he was relieved or disappointed when Harry moved away and rescued the stick from his slackening grip. Harry pulled the toasted marshmallow from the end of the stick and fed it to Draco. This time, however, he chased after the treat with his own lips and tongue, delving into Draco's mouth to share in the sticky-sweet goodness.
Draco groaned and rose to his knees to bring their bodies flush together. They tilted their heads at the same time, deepening their snog while groping at one another with gloved hands.
Draco drew back and took a shaky breath. "Let's go inside," he whispered.
"No need," Harry said with a grin. "I brought some blankets and a bottle of lube."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Foodsmut and foreplay
Word count: 550
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 subtlefire, with a prompt of H/D, warmth
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #47 - cooking over a campfire
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #75 - bonfire
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #136 - thankful
Summary: Harry teaches Draco how to toast marshmallows.
"It will be fun, Draco."
"It will be cold."
"No, it won't," said Harry. "The bonfire is already lit, and I have marshmallows to roast and a bottle of wine to drink. If you happen to get cold, I'll warm you up," he added.
That served to stimulate Draco's interest, but he still insisted on acting as if spending time out of doors would be a huge hardship. "Very well, Harry," said Draco, "but I expect you to draw me a hot bath when we come back inside."
"Alright," Harry agreed. He tossed Draco's coat to him and grabbed the bag of marshmallows and the bottle of wine.
~*~
Draco appreciated the warmth of the wine as it slid down his throat. The vintage wasn't up to par with anything from the Malfoy wine cellar, but it was surprisingly palatable. There was enough chill in the air to make Draco thankful for the heat of the fire at his front and the solid warmth of his boyfriend beside him.
Harry was busy toasting a marshmallow over the fire, a process that Draco found fascinating. Once the marshmallow was browned evenly, Harry removed his stick from the flames and plucked the treat from the end before popping it in his mouth.
"Mm," he moaned, licking his lips.
Draco mimicked the lip-licking action as his boyfriend's soft, pleased sound stirred his ardor.
Harry then licked his fingers clean, causing Draco to shift in growing discomfort. Harry speared another marshmallow and repeated the process of holding it over the fire and turning it slowly. When this one was done, he offered it to Draco.
"It's messy," Draco protested, wrinkling his nose.
Harry's teeth flashed in a quick grin, and he pulled the melted confection from the end of the stick and brought it to Draco's lips.
Draco obediently opened his mouth, moaning much like Harry had done when the sweet, melted marshmallow dissolved on his tongue.
"Would you like to try it?" asked Harry.
Before Draco could decline, Harry had speared another marshmallow and thrust the stick into Draco's hands.
"Harry, I'm not-"
"I'll help you," declared Harry. He knelt behind Draco and clasped Draco's forearms, guiding him as Draco reluctantly held the marshmallow over the flames.
With Harry pressed up behind him, Draco couldn't fail to feel his boyfriend's hardness digging into his back, even through his coat. Suddenly, everything seemed much hotter.
"Keep turning it," Harry instructed, breath stirring the hair at Draco's temple.
Draco shivered in reaction.
"That's it," praised Harry, voice growing huskier by the moment.
Draco's pants grew tighter, and he didn't know if he was relieved or disappointed when Harry moved away and rescued the stick from his slackening grip. Harry pulled the toasted marshmallow from the end of the stick and fed it to Draco. This time, however, he chased after the treat with his own lips and tongue, delving into Draco's mouth to share in the sticky-sweet goodness.
Draco groaned and rose to his knees to bring their bodies flush together. They tilted their heads at the same time, deepening their snog while groping at one another with gloved hands.
Draco drew back and took a shaky breath. "Let's go inside," he whispered.
"No need," Harry said with a grin. "I brought some blankets and a bottle of lube."