Drabble - Sweet Tooth
Title: Sweet Tooth
Author: sophia_clark
Word count: 535
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Mild suggestion and sickeningly sweet fluff.
Summary: Draco has a sweet tooth and Harry loves to indulge him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for hd_pots_n_porn's prompt #54 - cupcakes/fairy cakes, hd_fluff's prompt #82 - Draco's birthday & for slythindor100's challenge #142 - summer.
With a swish of his wrist, Harry put the finishing touches on his masterpiece and stepped back to admire his work. He had discovered a passion for baking after the war, and nowadays he enjoyed making sweet treats for his boyfriend and friends whenever he could find the time.
He smiled as he looked over the few dozen cupcakes he had just finished decorating. Molly was throwing a party at the Burrow to celebrate the beginning of summer and the successful end of Victoire's first year at Hogwarts, and Harry had happily offered to provide the dessert.
In honor of the occasion, Harry had decided to frost everyone's cupcake using their house colors. As such, the majority of them were red and gold, but he had made a few blue and even a handful of yellow ones too. And then there was the lone green cupcake, of course.
Thinking of the man who would soon be eating said cupcake, Harry flicked his wand absent-mindedly and the treats zoomed neatly into the boxes waiting for them on the counter. After checking to see that they were all packed and ready to go, he picked up the boxes and walked out of the kitchen, calling out as he passed the stairs, “You ready, love? We’ll be late if we don’t leave soon.”
He paused upon entering the living room when he saw his lover smirking at him from his favorite wingback chair. “I’ve been ready for ten minutes, Potter. Can’t blame me this time.” Draco rose gracefully and strode over to Harry, taking the top few boxes from his hands before leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Mmhmm…have you been sampling your goods again, oh Boy Who Baked? You taste just as sweet as the cake you made me for my birthday.”
Harry smiled at the delighted expression on Draco’s face. It always gave him a thrill when his boyfriend complimented his baking. “I may have done. Can’t go around giving substandard product to my best customers, now can I?” he said, which made Draco chuckle. “And I’m glad you like it. I did make this frosting especially for you, you know.”
Just then, a decidedly wicked thought came to Harry’s mind. He smirked as he leaned in close to Draco, his lips brushing teasingly over the other man’s ear as he murmured, “If you’re a good boy at the party, maybe we can find something else to do with the extra frosting when we get home. I know how much of a sweet tooth you have.” He nipped at the spot behind Draco’s ear that he knew drove the man wild, and was rewarded when Draco whimpered softly. “Would you like that, love?”
He pulled back to see that Draco’s eyes had darkened and glazed over. He nodded dumbly, seemingly at a loss for words. Harry chuckled darkly as he led his lover over to the Floo.
Harry’s frosting might be delicious when spread on his cupcakes and other sweets, but that was nothing compared to its taste when spread on Draco.
Author: sophia_clark
Word count: 535
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Mild suggestion and sickeningly sweet fluff.
Summary: Draco has a sweet tooth and Harry loves to indulge him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for hd_pots_n_porn's prompt #54 - cupcakes/fairy cakes, hd_fluff's prompt #82 - Draco's birthday & for slythindor100's challenge #142 - summer.
With a swish of his wrist, Harry put the finishing touches on his masterpiece and stepped back to admire his work. He had discovered a passion for baking after the war, and nowadays he enjoyed making sweet treats for his boyfriend and friends whenever he could find the time.
He smiled as he looked over the few dozen cupcakes he had just finished decorating. Molly was throwing a party at the Burrow to celebrate the beginning of summer and the successful end of Victoire's first year at Hogwarts, and Harry had happily offered to provide the dessert.
In honor of the occasion, Harry had decided to frost everyone's cupcake using their house colors. As such, the majority of them were red and gold, but he had made a few blue and even a handful of yellow ones too. And then there was the lone green cupcake, of course.
Thinking of the man who would soon be eating said cupcake, Harry flicked his wand absent-mindedly and the treats zoomed neatly into the boxes waiting for them on the counter. After checking to see that they were all packed and ready to go, he picked up the boxes and walked out of the kitchen, calling out as he passed the stairs, “You ready, love? We’ll be late if we don’t leave soon.”
He paused upon entering the living room when he saw his lover smirking at him from his favorite wingback chair. “I’ve been ready for ten minutes, Potter. Can’t blame me this time.” Draco rose gracefully and strode over to Harry, taking the top few boxes from his hands before leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Mmhmm…have you been sampling your goods again, oh Boy Who Baked? You taste just as sweet as the cake you made me for my birthday.”
Harry smiled at the delighted expression on Draco’s face. It always gave him a thrill when his boyfriend complimented his baking. “I may have done. Can’t go around giving substandard product to my best customers, now can I?” he said, which made Draco chuckle. “And I’m glad you like it. I did make this frosting especially for you, you know.”
Just then, a decidedly wicked thought came to Harry’s mind. He smirked as he leaned in close to Draco, his lips brushing teasingly over the other man’s ear as he murmured, “If you’re a good boy at the party, maybe we can find something else to do with the extra frosting when we get home. I know how much of a sweet tooth you have.” He nipped at the spot behind Draco’s ear that he knew drove the man wild, and was rewarded when Draco whimpered softly. “Would you like that, love?”
He pulled back to see that Draco’s eyes had darkened and glazed over. He nodded dumbly, seemingly at a loss for words. Harry chuckled darkly as he led his lover over to the Floo.
Harry’s frosting might be delicious when spread on his cupcakes and other sweets, but that was nothing compared to its taste when spread on Draco.