Puck Bunny
Title: Puck Bunny
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 655
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 drarry_lover, who requested more of Stray Pucks. This installment follows Game Gear, in which Harry gave Draco a jersey for a gift.
Summary: Harry wants to shag Draco, while Draco is wearing nothing but his new gift.
Draco looked from Harry's pleased smirk to the red jersey he had just received as a holiday gift. "You want me to wear this to bed?" he repeated, attempting to sound scandalized. "Do you have an unhealthy fascination with Muggle hockey players?"
"I have an unhealthy fascination with you," Harry corrected him. "Try it on," he urged.
Draco stood up and tugged his jumper over his head, revealing the white dress shirt he was wearing underneath. He turned the jersey around to display his name across the shoulders, then pulled the garment on over his head. The sleeves were a trifle long, but Draco simply rolled them up. He held his arms out and turned slowly. "How does it look?"
Warm arms wrapped around Draco from behind, and lips nuzzled his nape.
"It looks smashing on you," rumbled Harry. "It will look even better when you're wearing nothing but the jersey, however."
"You're an animal, you are," teased Draco. He leaned back against his boyfriend and quivered as Harry's questing lips skated over the side of his throat. Desire sizzled along Draco's nerves and traveled to his cock. "Let's go to bed," he said, voice husky with arousal.
Harry's lips paused in their activity. "It's Christmas morning," he said against Draco's skin. "We've been out of bed less than an hour."
"The sofa will do in a pinch."
Harry laughed and stepped back. "Go to the bedroom and lose everything but the jersey," he said. "I'll join you in a few moments."
Draco smiled and nodded and tried not to run to the bedroom. Once inside, he yanked the jersey off over his head, creating a crackle of static electricity, then he proceeded to fling the rest of his clothes off. Draco donned the jersey again, shivering at the coolness of the material against his flushed skin.
The jersey fell to the tops of Draco's thighs, and it barely covered his arse. He felt naughty wearing it like this. Draco settled on the bed and reached for Harry's bottle of lubricant.
Harry sauntered into the bedroom two minutes later. He stopped and admired the sight of Draco draped across his bed, wearing nothing but a Blackhawks' jersey. The front of the jersey was tented, and Harry's cock responded with a twitch of approval. He removed his glasses and set them on the bureau. Harry then disrobed with all due haste and pounced on the bed.
"My very own puck bunny," he grinned, stroking Draco's bare thigh.
Draco frowned. "Puck bunny?"
"It's a term of endearment, I assure you," said Harry. He drew Draco up to his knees and coaxed his boyfriend to turn around. Harry ran one hand over the name Malfoy on the back of Draco's jersey. "Are you ready for me, love?"
"Yes," breathed Draco, shifting his knees apart to spread his legs.
Harry took himself in hand and aimed for Draco's glistening rim. Both of them groaned when Harry's cock penetrated Draco. Harry drove in deep before reaching under the front of Draco's jersey to grasp his cock. Draco arched into it, and they were soon shagging frantically on the bed.
Harry closed his eyes, afraid the sight of Draco's pale arse beneath the bunched up red jersey would prove his undoing. He concentrated on stroking his boyfriend and was rewarded when Draco tensed in front of him and came with a muffled shout. Harry opened his eyes to enjoy the vision of Draco in red, and he achieved his own release a moment later.
Harry uncoupled them with a sigh, and they both collapsed onto the bed.
Draco plucked at the sticky jersey he wore. "What do you have to say for yourself, you animal?"
Harry rolled onto his back and grinned. "He shoots, he scores!"