I Simply Must Go
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Title: I Simply Must Go
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 575
Summary: Harry and Draco enjoy an evening together before Draco must return to France.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Advent Drabbles No. 3 - Yule log for myrtali
♦ adventdrabbles No. 3 - Making love by the fireplace
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2019 No. 3 - Parlour games
♦ newyearcntdown New Year's Countdown Challenge, Day 3 - Fireplace
♦ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry Early Bird No. 3:
Following dinner that evening, Harry invited Draco to join him in the parlor. They settled on the sofa, enjoying the warmth from the crackling fire. Chewy flopped onto the rug in front of the hearth, while Cassi perched on the sofa behind them, purring with contentment.
"I bought you something," said Harry.
"Please tell me it's not another pair of absurd pants."
"Absurd pants are a holiday tradition!" cried Harry. "However, that's not what I got for you." He summoned a small, wrapped gift and handed it to his husband. "Don't shake it," he warned.
"It's not another kitten, is it?"
"Yes, Draco," Harry deadpanned, gesturing at the small box. "It's a tiny kitten."
"Toss pot," Draco said with a fond grin. He opened his gift--an ornament of a red telephone box with a snowman inside of it.
"That's to remind you to take your mobile with you and to call me frequently," Harry told him. He attempted a smile, but it was a sad effort. Draco was returning to France tomorrow, and Harry would miss him keenly.
"The sooner I go, the quicker this nonsense will get sorted," said Draco. He set the ornament aside, out of Cassi's reach, then sifted his fingers through Harry's hair. "Would you like to join me in some parlor games, Mr Potter-Malfoy?"
Harry quivered in reaction, but he indulged in more banter. "What did you have in mind? A hand of cards, perhaps, or gobstones?"
"I was thinking of something that doesn't require clothing," Draco murmured, placing his other hand on Harry's thigh and sliding it slowly upward.
Harry sucked in a breath. "How utterly scandalous," he husked. He reached over and toyed with Draco's zip. "Which pants are you wearing?"
"The snowman with the carrot nose."
Harry reared back, eyes wide and astonished. "You are not," he accused.
Draco laughed. "You know I loathe those pants. I'm wearing the ones that declare me the Property of Harry Potter-Malfoy."
"Hm, I should buy you a dozen more, just like them, to take to France with you," said Harry. He tugged Draco's zip down, making sure to brush his knuckles over his husband's straining erection.
"Which...ah! Which pants are you wearing?" Draco asked.
"My Yule log ones."
"You are not," Draco snorted.
"I most certainly am," Harry assured him. "Would you like to see my log, Mr Potter-Malfoy?"
"Harry, you're killing the mood here."
"It doesn't feel that way," said Harry. He reached inside the placket of Draco's pants and stroked his bare cock.
"Oh god," Draco puffed. "Usher the children out of the room; we need some privacy."
Harry coaxed the dog and cat from the parlor and closed the door firmly behind him. He tossed a blanket onto the floor and stripped down to his pants, his Yule log standing firm and erect.
Draco snickered.
Harry pretended to take offense. "He who laughs ends up on the bottom."
Draco stood up and disrobed completely. "Bottom, top, or sideways, I don't care," he said. "Let's make the most of this night. It may have to last us awhile."
They ended up making love by the fireplace, on the soft blanket that had served them well before. Afterward, they lay entwined, warmed by the heat of the fire.
"You'll call me when you get there?" mumbled Harry, feeling blue all over again.
"Of course," Draco assured him. "You'll behave while I'm gone?"
Harry grinned at him. "Of course not."
Turning Down the Street