A Tinsel and Mistletoe Performance
I'm taking a break from my Yuletide verse to update one of my annual holiday series.
Title: A Tinsel and Mistletoe Performance Part of my Tinsel and Mistletoe verse. Can be read as a stand-alone.
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco/Harry (Tinsel/Mistletoe)
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 640
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ adventdrabbles No. 27 - Kwanzaa Kinara
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2019 No. 27 - Tinsel
♦ newyearcntdown New Year's Countdown Challenge, Day 27 - Pie
Summary: Tinsel and Mistletoe compete.
For their holiday party this year, Harry and Draco had gone with an inclusive theme. They had a Christmas tree set up in the lounge, and on the sideboard there was a menorah along with a Kwanzaa kinara. Some of the decorations on the tree were pagan symbols, and a Yule log was burning in the hearth. It was all quite festive, and everyone enjoyed it.
Draco snagged a cocktail from Holly, one of their hired staff who was circulating with a tray of drinks. Draco took a sip and smiled. "Tell Mike he's outdone himself this year," he said. They hired Mike to tend bar each year. He went by the name Mistletoe, while his wife, Valerie, went by Holly for the occasion. Also helping out were Tinsel (Tim), Blitzen (Barry), and his wife Vixen (Veronica). The guests loved them, and they all appreciated the extra money during the holidays.
Draco paused to speak to Pansy and Theo, then joined Harry on one of the sofas in the lounge. He nicked an appetizer off of Harry's plate and grinned.
Harry shifted his plate to his other hand and said, "It seems everyone is having a good time this evening."
"Of course they are," Draco agreed. "Our party is one of the highlights of the holiday season: fabulous drinks, fabulous nibbles, tasteful decor, and the festive hired help."
"Don't forget about the festive and fabulous hosts," said Harry. He took a bite of an apple hand-pie and hummed in delight. "Who made this?"
"I believe Holly brought that," Draco replied. "She's been keen on trying new foods for the hols."
"These are going over well," observed Harry, nodding towards a group of guests who were also sampling the pie. He switched his attention to the cocktail in Draco's hand. "Enjoy that," said Harry. "The cocktails we'll drink later won't taste as quite as delicious."
Draco quivered. It was with the combined anticipation of both the dreadful Polyjuice potion and the delightful shenanigans that would follow. "Whose hair did you get this time?"
"Mistletoe."
"Are you certain?" teased Draco. "What if you inadvertently got some of Holly's hair?"
"Hers is noticeably longer," said Harry. "What about you?"
"I went with Tinsel."
Harry grinned. "Excellent. Just like old times."
~*~
It was late once the guests had all departed. Draco and Harry flicked their wands around, cleaning up the worst of the mess left behind. They decided the rest could wait until tomorrow, and they dashed up the stairs to their bedroom and got undressed.
Harry sprinkled a few hairs in a glass of Polyjuice, while Draco did the same. "Cheers," he said. He gulped the potion down quickly, shuddering with revulsion. Harry's body shifted and reformed, transforming into the bulkier, muscular body of Mistletoe. He looked across the room, cock hardening at the sight of an equally buff Tinsel staring back at him.
Mistletoe and Tinsel jumped on the bed and grappled for topping rights. By the time Tinsel asserted himself, they were both hard and aching. A quick lubing spell later, and Mistletoe found himself being skewered by his hulking lover. Both of them groaned in pleasure. Tinsel set about shagging his partner with fast, firm thrusts. Their bodies slapped together, while they moaned and groped at one another.
Surprisingly, Mistletoe climaxed first. Tinsel wasn't far behind; he grunted and filled his partner with holiday cheer. They uncoupled and lay panting together on the bed. Eventually, Mistletoe propped himself up on his elbows.
"Roll over and get that bum in the air," he said. "It's my turn to top."
"Yeah? Think you can top my performance?" Tinsel sassed.
"I plan to exceed it," declared Mistletoe. "Now, arse up," he ordered. When Tinsel complied, Mistletoe took aim and thrust. Whether or not he won the contest became a moot point.
Mixed-Up Misturbation
Title: A Tinsel and Mistletoe Performance Part of my Tinsel and Mistletoe verse. Can be read as a stand-alone.
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco/Harry (Tinsel/Mistletoe)
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 640
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ adventdrabbles No. 27 - Kwanzaa Kinara
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2019 No. 27 - Tinsel
♦ newyearcntdown New Year's Countdown Challenge, Day 27 - Pie
Summary: Tinsel and Mistletoe compete.
For their holiday party this year, Harry and Draco had gone with an inclusive theme. They had a Christmas tree set up in the lounge, and on the sideboard there was a menorah along with a Kwanzaa kinara. Some of the decorations on the tree were pagan symbols, and a Yule log was burning in the hearth. It was all quite festive, and everyone enjoyed it.
Draco snagged a cocktail from Holly, one of their hired staff who was circulating with a tray of drinks. Draco took a sip and smiled. "Tell Mike he's outdone himself this year," he said. They hired Mike to tend bar each year. He went by the name Mistletoe, while his wife, Valerie, went by Holly for the occasion. Also helping out were Tinsel (Tim), Blitzen (Barry), and his wife Vixen (Veronica). The guests loved them, and they all appreciated the extra money during the holidays.
Draco paused to speak to Pansy and Theo, then joined Harry on one of the sofas in the lounge. He nicked an appetizer off of Harry's plate and grinned.
Harry shifted his plate to his other hand and said, "It seems everyone is having a good time this evening."
"Of course they are," Draco agreed. "Our party is one of the highlights of the holiday season: fabulous drinks, fabulous nibbles, tasteful decor, and the festive hired help."
"Don't forget about the festive and fabulous hosts," said Harry. He took a bite of an apple hand-pie and hummed in delight. "Who made this?"
"I believe Holly brought that," Draco replied. "She's been keen on trying new foods for the hols."
"These are going over well," observed Harry, nodding towards a group of guests who were also sampling the pie. He switched his attention to the cocktail in Draco's hand. "Enjoy that," said Harry. "The cocktails we'll drink later won't taste as quite as delicious."
Draco quivered. It was with the combined anticipation of both the dreadful Polyjuice potion and the delightful shenanigans that would follow. "Whose hair did you get this time?"
"Mistletoe."
"Are you certain?" teased Draco. "What if you inadvertently got some of Holly's hair?"
"Hers is noticeably longer," said Harry. "What about you?"
"I went with Tinsel."
Harry grinned. "Excellent. Just like old times."
~*~
It was late once the guests had all departed. Draco and Harry flicked their wands around, cleaning up the worst of the mess left behind. They decided the rest could wait until tomorrow, and they dashed up the stairs to their bedroom and got undressed.
Harry sprinkled a few hairs in a glass of Polyjuice, while Draco did the same. "Cheers," he said. He gulped the potion down quickly, shuddering with revulsion. Harry's body shifted and reformed, transforming into the bulkier, muscular body of Mistletoe. He looked across the room, cock hardening at the sight of an equally buff Tinsel staring back at him.
Mistletoe and Tinsel jumped on the bed and grappled for topping rights. By the time Tinsel asserted himself, they were both hard and aching. A quick lubing spell later, and Mistletoe found himself being skewered by his hulking lover. Both of them groaned in pleasure. Tinsel set about shagging his partner with fast, firm thrusts. Their bodies slapped together, while they moaned and groped at one another.
Surprisingly, Mistletoe climaxed first. Tinsel wasn't far behind; he grunted and filled his partner with holiday cheer. They uncoupled and lay panting together on the bed. Eventually, Mistletoe propped himself up on his elbows.
"Roll over and get that bum in the air," he said. "It's my turn to top."
"Yeah? Think you can top my performance?" Tinsel sassed.
"I plan to exceed it," declared Mistletoe. "Now, arse up," he ordered. When Tinsel complied, Mistletoe took aim and thrust. Whether or not he won the contest became a moot point.
Mixed-Up Misturbation