Advent Drabble for icanhaspancake!
Title - The Greatest Invention in the World
Author - softly_sweetly
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~400
Characters/Pairings - Draco/Ron, references to Hermione/Harry
Warnings/Kinks - Suggestion, Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Draco took a deep breath and smiled. "What is that?"
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #10 Blanket of my mission_insane Genre Table: Hurt/Comfort
FYI - This is a slanket.
Advent Drabble for icanhaspancake!
Draco did not need this. It was snowing outside, he was cold, wet and tired, work had been one catastrophe after another, and Ron was stood between him and the alcohol cabinet. Draco was almost certain murder was allowed in these circumstances.
But Draco had also promised to be a nicer person. Or at least not dead-arm Ron every time he didn't get his way. Draco would agree to anything when an orgasm hung in the balance. So instead of smacking Ron, or insulting his Weasley-ness, or doing any other of the three hundred things that pissed Ron off and made other people wonder why they stayed together as a couple, Draco took a deep breath and smiled. "What is that?"
"It's a slanket."
"That isn't a word, Ronald. We've talked about this; you can't just say random syllables and decide they're words."
"Ponce. It's a huge blanket thing for two people, some Muggle invention. Anyway, she got her and Harry one, for when they watch the telly. And I asked her to get us one."
"Joy. Can I have a drink yet?"
"No. Come here." Ron pulled him to the rug in front of the fire, and Draco let himself be pulled onto the floor. He could Summon the whisky from here if need be, or if the garish orange of the blanket began to sear his eyes. Sinking onto the floor, Draco found his arms unceremoniously thrust into the sleeves of the blankets. Since when did blankets have sleeves? Draco was about to point that out, but the words died in his throat when Ron drew his wand and Vanished their clothes with a practised wave. "See?"
"That I'm naked? Yes, I'd noticed that."
Ron rolled his eyes, as though Draco were the insane one in this situation. "No. Look, roaring fire, snow on the window. This slanket means we can have sex on the rug without freezing our knobs off."
Ron accompanied his explanation by cupping Draco's balls. And Draco suddenly saw the use of the blanket. He was warm, but he could also have sex in the living room. Reaching his own hand under the folds of blanket to tug gently on the sparse hairs scattered across Ron's belly, Draco smirked, the tension of the day melting away from him. "We'll need to take it for a test fly, but this might just be the greatest invention in the world!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~400
Characters/Pairings - Draco/Ron, references to Hermione/Harry
Warnings/Kinks - Suggestion, Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Draco took a deep breath and smiled. "What is that?"
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #10 Blanket of my mission_insane Genre Table: Hurt/Comfort
FYI - This is a slanket.
Advent Drabble for icanhaspancake!
Draco did not need this. It was snowing outside, he was cold, wet and tired, work had been one catastrophe after another, and Ron was stood between him and the alcohol cabinet. Draco was almost certain murder was allowed in these circumstances.
But Draco had also promised to be a nicer person. Or at least not dead-arm Ron every time he didn't get his way. Draco would agree to anything when an orgasm hung in the balance. So instead of smacking Ron, or insulting his Weasley-ness, or doing any other of the three hundred things that pissed Ron off and made other people wonder why they stayed together as a couple, Draco took a deep breath and smiled. "What is that?"
"It's a slanket."
"That isn't a word, Ronald. We've talked about this; you can't just say random syllables and decide they're words."
"Ponce. It's a huge blanket thing for two people, some Muggle invention. Anyway, she got her and Harry one, for when they watch the telly. And I asked her to get us one."
"Joy. Can I have a drink yet?"
"No. Come here." Ron pulled him to the rug in front of the fire, and Draco let himself be pulled onto the floor. He could Summon the whisky from here if need be, or if the garish orange of the blanket began to sear his eyes. Sinking onto the floor, Draco found his arms unceremoniously thrust into the sleeves of the blankets. Since when did blankets have sleeves? Draco was about to point that out, but the words died in his throat when Ron drew his wand and Vanished their clothes with a practised wave. "See?"
"That I'm naked? Yes, I'd noticed that."
Ron rolled his eyes, as though Draco were the insane one in this situation. "No. Look, roaring fire, snow on the window. This slanket means we can have sex on the rug without freezing our knobs off."
Ron accompanied his explanation by cupping Draco's balls. And Draco suddenly saw the use of the blanket. He was warm, but he could also have sex in the living room. Reaching his own hand under the folds of blanket to tug gently on the sparse hairs scattered across Ron's belly, Draco smirked, the tension of the day melting away from him. "We'll need to take it for a test fly, but this might just be the greatest invention in the world!"