Advent #10 and #11 and a Rec: "Mon Petit Gateau" by Reiko Katsura (NC-17, Harry/Draco)
Yesterday's and today's picture from Tolkien's Father Christmas Letters in my Advent Calendar:
December 10:
December 11:
My recs apparently have a theme, last time cake, now gateau... ;)
Title: Mon Petite Gateau
Author: reikokatsura
Summary: So an ex-Death Eater walks into a pastry shop… and the rest, as they say, is history.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 11840
Prompt: [HP Kinkfest 2011 prompt]It's a few years after the war, and Draco is travelling a lot for work, lonely and workaholic, using food as a crutch for isolation and boredom. Fat!Draco finds Harry working in a chocolaterie (or something along those lines, maybe a patisserie) in a small town. Harry left the wizarding world for good, and is less than thrilled to be found. But something about a soft, squidgy Draco helps Harry to see him as something other than the skinny, hateful boy Draco was during school. (Most of the prompt scenario is by scarletscarlet. ♥)
Why I rec this: This fic - it's like hp_kinkfest has started early. :) The author wrote if for a prompt I left years ago, and it was such a joy to stumble into it the other day entirely by surprise. It's gorgeous erotic writing, wrapped in an engaged and touching story of Harry and Draco meeting in France, years after the war, where Harry runs a patisserie. Harry is both annoyed and intrigued by Draco's sudden appearance, whereas Draco - who has put on quite a few pounds - is prickly and torn and equally intrigued by what Harry and his patisserie have to offer. Don't miss this, even if chubby!Draco and fat admiration is not your kink. It's so well-written and while the sex will blow your socks off, the dialogue, the casual humour and the plot leading up to the smut are just a thrill to read. ♥
Quote: Malfoy's erection was scorching and hard against his. Every thrust made Harry's eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head. And Malfoy - fuck, but was he desperate for it. He was rutting against him like Harry was the only thing keeping him from dying.
Harry was faring no better.
"Are we going to get off like this?" Malfoy asked breathily. He moaned a curse when their cocks slapped together.
Harry didn't know what to do. As amazing as frotting against Malfoy felt, he didn't want to come this way. He especially didn't want their first time to end like this, with them coming all over themselves like they were bloody teenagers.
What Harry really wanted at the moment was to sink inside Malfoy and fuck him until they were both screaming. The other way around would be good, too, he thought. Harry hadn't been fucked in an absurdly long time and now, just thinking about it, made him almost desperate for the burning stretch and overwhelming fullness that accompanied it.
Perhaps now was not the time for that, though.
Pushing the tantalizing thought from his mind for the time being, he bent down, brushed a few strands of wayward blond hair away from Malfoy's ear, and whispered, "Want to 69?"
Malfoy's groan against his neck had him reaching down to clamp a restrictive fist over the base of his cock.
This wouldn't be taking long at all.
Another Quote: "Do you want me to be honest?" Harry finally asked.
"No, I want to you lie to me."
They'd only been on one date and already Harry wanted to throttle him. "You were a weird-fucking-looking kid, alright?" he said, and pushed on before Malfoy, whose face had turned an unattractive red, could open his mouth (quite possibly to curse him). "You were bony, and pointy, and quite frankly I always felt like I'd cut myself on you if we ever touched. You always looked sick and hungry and I wouldn't have touched you with a ten foot pole if you paid me a million galleons."
Malfoy very much looked like he wanted to knife Harry right this moment. In fact, Harry was pretty sure that he was reaching for his wand right now. Harry hurried on before it could come to that.
"But now…" Harry looked at Malfoy beseechingly. "You look healthy, Malfoy. Healthy and soft and warm and touchable. You look like all the ice around you has melted and left behind this fucking gorgeous creature who I want to thoroughly fuck and then snuggle with afterwards. I think you're little tummy is adorable, and I love the way your chubby fingers feel on my skin-god, I can't even imagine what they'd feel like inside me. And your arse-Malfoy, have you any idea what your arse looks like in those trousers? I've wanted to walk around with my hands in your back pockets all day."
Harry looked down, no longer able to meet Malfoy's stunned gaze. He rubbed the back of his neck and swallowed deeply, and was utterly thankful that he'd taken his shirt off already because the room had become unbearably hot, even if his state of undress made him feel uncomfortably vulnerable.
"You're gorgeous to me," Harry made himself finish awkwardly.
Neither of them said a word for a torturously long moment. Harry was so busy trying to figure out how to magic a hole into existence underneath him when Malfoy exhaled slowly.
"Oh," he said. "Well. That's alright then."
Harry's gaze snapped to him and he gawked. "That's alright then?" he demanded. "Seriously? That's all you've got to say?"
December 10:
December 11:
My recs apparently have a theme, last time cake, now gateau... ;)
Title: Mon Petite Gateau
Author: reikokatsura
Summary: So an ex-Death Eater walks into a pastry shop… and the rest, as they say, is history.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 11840
Prompt: [HP Kinkfest 2011 prompt]It's a few years after the war, and Draco is travelling a lot for work, lonely and workaholic, using food as a crutch for isolation and boredom. Fat!Draco finds Harry working in a chocolaterie (or something along those lines, maybe a patisserie) in a small town. Harry left the wizarding world for good, and is less than thrilled to be found. But something about a soft, squidgy Draco helps Harry to see him as something other than the skinny, hateful boy Draco was during school. (Most of the prompt scenario is by scarletscarlet. ♥)
Why I rec this: This fic - it's like hp_kinkfest has started early. :) The author wrote if for a prompt I left years ago, and it was such a joy to stumble into it the other day entirely by surprise. It's gorgeous erotic writing, wrapped in an engaged and touching story of Harry and Draco meeting in France, years after the war, where Harry runs a patisserie. Harry is both annoyed and intrigued by Draco's sudden appearance, whereas Draco - who has put on quite a few pounds - is prickly and torn and equally intrigued by what Harry and his patisserie have to offer. Don't miss this, even if chubby!Draco and fat admiration is not your kink. It's so well-written and while the sex will blow your socks off, the dialogue, the casual humour and the plot leading up to the smut are just a thrill to read. ♥
Quote: Malfoy's erection was scorching and hard against his. Every thrust made Harry's eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head. And Malfoy - fuck, but was he desperate for it. He was rutting against him like Harry was the only thing keeping him from dying.
Harry was faring no better.
"Are we going to get off like this?" Malfoy asked breathily. He moaned a curse when their cocks slapped together.
Harry didn't know what to do. As amazing as frotting against Malfoy felt, he didn't want to come this way. He especially didn't want their first time to end like this, with them coming all over themselves like they were bloody teenagers.
What Harry really wanted at the moment was to sink inside Malfoy and fuck him until they were both screaming. The other way around would be good, too, he thought. Harry hadn't been fucked in an absurdly long time and now, just thinking about it, made him almost desperate for the burning stretch and overwhelming fullness that accompanied it.
Perhaps now was not the time for that, though.
Pushing the tantalizing thought from his mind for the time being, he bent down, brushed a few strands of wayward blond hair away from Malfoy's ear, and whispered, "Want to 69?"
Malfoy's groan against his neck had him reaching down to clamp a restrictive fist over the base of his cock.
This wouldn't be taking long at all.
Another Quote: "Do you want me to be honest?" Harry finally asked.
"No, I want to you lie to me."
They'd only been on one date and already Harry wanted to throttle him. "You were a weird-fucking-looking kid, alright?" he said, and pushed on before Malfoy, whose face had turned an unattractive red, could open his mouth (quite possibly to curse him). "You were bony, and pointy, and quite frankly I always felt like I'd cut myself on you if we ever touched. You always looked sick and hungry and I wouldn't have touched you with a ten foot pole if you paid me a million galleons."
Malfoy very much looked like he wanted to knife Harry right this moment. In fact, Harry was pretty sure that he was reaching for his wand right now. Harry hurried on before it could come to that.
"But now…" Harry looked at Malfoy beseechingly. "You look healthy, Malfoy. Healthy and soft and warm and touchable. You look like all the ice around you has melted and left behind this fucking gorgeous creature who I want to thoroughly fuck and then snuggle with afterwards. I think you're little tummy is adorable, and I love the way your chubby fingers feel on my skin-god, I can't even imagine what they'd feel like inside me. And your arse-Malfoy, have you any idea what your arse looks like in those trousers? I've wanted to walk around with my hands in your back pockets all day."
Harry looked down, no longer able to meet Malfoy's stunned gaze. He rubbed the back of his neck and swallowed deeply, and was utterly thankful that he'd taken his shirt off already because the room had become unbearably hot, even if his state of undress made him feel uncomfortably vulnerable.
"You're gorgeous to me," Harry made himself finish awkwardly.
Neither of them said a word for a torturously long moment. Harry was so busy trying to figure out how to magic a hole into existence underneath him when Malfoy exhaled slowly.
"Oh," he said. "Well. That's alright then."
Harry's gaze snapped to him and he gawked. "That's alright then?" he demanded. "Seriously? That's all you've got to say?"