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Title: Culinary Delight
Author: VelvetBlood
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fancy parties bore Harry, but hiding in the kitchen just got a lot more interesting.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. The sex, however, is all my doing.
This fic is dedicated to my wonderful beta indigorhapsody, for the lovely icon she made me.
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Harry sipped dispassionately at his third glass of Chenin Blanc that evening as he leaned on the rented baby grand piano and watched the hired player's lazily fingers glide over the keys. He'd had enough wine that the sight was pleasantly mesmerizing, and settled in for another hour of blank staring when a hand on his shoulder startled him. He turned to find Seamus grinning at him, a glass of something dark, yeasty and definitively Irish in his hand.
"Somewhere else, mate?" he asked.
"Hmm," Harry replied noncommitally. "This is more Draco's scene than mine."
Seamus chuckled. "Yeah. Look at 'im."
Harry craned his neck and scanned the room until he spotted a familiar blond head. Draco was busy flirting and flattering, a flute of champagne held delicately between two fingers.
"What do you suppose he gets out of parties like this?" Seamus asked him.
"A room full of important people to dazzle and impress, and to tell him how stunning he looks in his expensive new robes." Harry shrugged, quaffing the rest of his wine in one gulp, and gasping. "Sorry, mate. Refill."
Weaving his way through the crowd, Harry eased past the panelled doors that led to the kitchen and shut them behind him. Making his way over to the fridge, Harry leaned his forehead against the cool metal and sighed. How much longer until he could tear Draco away from his guests and wrestle him out of those damned stupid robes?
The doors opened and closed with a quiet creak of hinges, and Harry turned to see the object of his frustration making his way into the room like a smooth, cool breeze.
"Great party," Harry toasted him with his empty glass.
"Don't pretend to like it." Draco glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "We're out of Shiraz. Where do we keep the red?"
"Third cupboard, revolving door," Harry told him.
"Ah!" Draco exclaimed softly, pulling out a dark bottle and examining the label.
"Draco, make them go home. I'm tired, and I've had just enough wine to desperately want a shag."
Draco came around the corner, a coy smile on his lips as he leaned over to brush against Harry, opening a utensil drawer and extracting a corkscrew. He went about uncorking the bottle deliberately slowly, still smiling.
"Poor baby," he murmured. "You're bored, aren't you?"
"Yes, dreadfully," Harry answered.
"Mmm." Pulling the cork with a muted pop, Draco took a swig of wine straight from the bottle and leaned in close to Harry. The scent of the warm, spicy wine weighed heavily on his breath, and Harry felt a bit lightheaded as he breathed in deep.
Pulling Draco against him was easy, and Harry brought a hand up to cradle his neck as he sought Draco's lips with his own. The flavor of wine was bitter and acidic on his tongue, and he moaned, taking the bottle from Draco's hand and setting it blindly on the counter behind him. Draco made a sound of protest and tried to pull away, but Harry gathered him closer and turned, pressing Draco's back to the refrigerator and crushing him against it.
Draco arched forward, nipping Harry's lower lip playfully. Harry pulled away with a gasp, and Draco grinned slowly.
"Much as I'd love to continue this, there are guests waiting in our living room."
"Sod the guests," Harry murmured, pressing his hips forward so that Draco understood the gravity of the situation.
A quiet groan escaped the other wizard, and he slipped a hand in between them to fondle Harry through his pants. "I'll take care of this later. I promise."
"No, now," demanded Harry, pushing Draco's chin up with his nose so that he could press open-mouthed kisses down his throat.
"Harry..." Draco protested, but the whine in his voice was slightly breathless.
Harry wrapped his hands around Draco's waist and pulled him forward, walking backwards until his backside hit the island in the middle of the kitchen. Whirling around, he turned Draco so that they stood back to chest.
"Harry," Draco said, more firmly this time. "Seriously, cut it out. I have to get back out there."
"Soon," Harry told him, lowering his mouth to the back of Draco's neck and tugging at the fine hair there with his lips.
Kneading the blond's lower back with his thumbs, Harry rocked against his ass, pressing his erection against him through the layers of their clothing. Moving his lips to the tender spot behind Draco's ear, Harry licked in a long, slow swipe, tasting sweat and cologne. Draco moaned softly and reached back to grasp the back of Harry's neck with one hand.
"Can't," he gasped. "People waiting... they'll come looking..."
Harry whipped his wand out of the pocket of his robes and aimed quick locking and silencing charms on the door. Not enough to keep anyone out if they were truly determined, but enough to give them a clue as to what was going on inside.
"Oh, yes, because that isn't obvious," Draco griped.
"I'd ask if you were always this bitchy, but I already know the answer," Harry growled into his ear.
Draco somehow managed to communicate an eyeroll telepathically, and shoved back against Harry. "Let me go."
"No."
"Harry! This isn't funny anymore. I have to go!"
Harry reached down and hauled the hem of Draco's robes to bunch at the small of his back. Being of the old traditions, he wore nothing underneath, and squirmed at the rush of cool air. Harry ran the palm of his hand over the cheeks of Draco's ass in a smooth caress that had the blond closing his eyes and sighing.
"Wanna fuck you," Harry murmured into the shell of Draco's ear, catching the lobe between his lips.
Draco made a noise that sounded like "nnngh" and dug his fingernails into the nape of Harry's neck. Harry made quick, one-handed work of his buckle and zipper, looking around for inspiration. He felt like doing something different. Like tying Draco up with tea towels, or shoving that damn cork he'd made a show of earlier between his teeth.
His gaze landed on a nearby bottle of olive oil. He leaned over and snatched it up, taking a step away from Draco to drizzle it liberally over his cock.
"What are you doing?" Draco called over his shoulder, and turned his head to see. His eyes went wide. "Oh, no."
"Why not?" Harry asked him.
"Because you're a wizard, you git! Use a spell!"
"Too late for that." Harry grinned, and dipped two fingers of his right hand into the pool of oil dripping from his cock.
"Don't you dare-"
But Harry had already poked one slick finger in between the cleft of his ass, and slid it slowly and purposefully down. Draco squeaked and bucked back against him, gripping the edges of the island tightly.
"I'll kill you for this," he threatened.
Harry chuckled and pushed the finger in up to the second knuckle. Draco groaned. Warm oil trickled down the inside of Harry's thigh, and he hurried through his preparation of Draco before positioning himself. The oil made slippery work of it, and he slid in with surprising ease. Draco gasped and arched back, and Harry slipped the rest of the way in with a wet smack.
They moved together, Draco's hipbones gliding beneath Harry's slick fingers. They were mostly silent, mindful of the goings on behind the kitchen door, harsh breathing and soft grunts muted by the slapping sound of skin. A sudden noise broke through their hazy consciousness, and both men turned to see the door opening to emit a brunette witch with wand in hand.
"Hermione!" Harry squeaked, grabbing at a tea towel and holding it modestly over his bum. He scooted as close to Draco as he could, causing him to gasp and grip the island with white-knuckled force.
"Harry- ah! Watch it!"
"Sorry," Harry mumbled, staring wide-eyed at his best friend as she made her way through the kitchen.
"Relax, I guessed what you two were up to," she said. "I'm just here for a glass of water. Little Ron Jr. is making his presence known, and it's hell on my stomach."
She spoke fast, her eyes averted, as she retrieved a glass from the cupboard. Making her way behind them, she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a jug of cold water. Her glass full, she replaced the jug and closed the door with a snap.
"Don't be too long," she told them. "People are getting curious."
With that, she went out the way she came, one hand pressed over her rounded belly, the rim of her glass pressed to her lips as she took a leisurely sip. She put the locking and silencing charms back up, and Harry let out a breath as he let his head fall onto Draco's shoulder. He laughed breathlessly, and Draco cursed beneath him.
"Your friends have horrible manners," he griped.
Harry sighed and nodded against Draco's flushed back. "Shall we?"
"If you must," he responded.
Harry laughed and kissed Draco's shoulder as he started moving again. Draco's head lolled back and Harry nipped at his lips, leaning forward and bracing his arms on the island in front of them. Bent over the counter, Draco pressed his cheek to the cool surface and whined as Harry increased the force of his thrusts. Working an arm beneath himself, Draco pulled on his cock.
Harry was close, grunting with effort and sensation as he pushed farther and farther into the slick heat of Draco's body. Speeding up, he held on until he heard Draco's breath become rapid and shallow, thrusting hard and fast as he allowed himself to come in a spectacular rush. Draco hummed in contentment and Harry grinned, wrapping his arms around his lover's slim torso and hugging him.
"Gotta get up," Draco mumbled half-heartedly.
"In a minute," Harry told him, placing small kisses along his shoulder.
"Mmm," Draco agreed, and allowed himself to be cuddled.
Harry inhaled deeply, lethargy settling into his bones as the wine he'd consumed earlier caught up with him. Sleepy and happy, he smiled into Draco's skin.
"We should throw parties like this more often," he said.
"Can we invite other people?" Draco asked sassily.
It earned him a sharp slap on the ass, and a paranoid boyfriend for the next week and a half.
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Author: VelvetBlood
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fancy parties bore Harry, but hiding in the kitchen just got a lot more interesting.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. The sex, however, is all my doing.
This fic is dedicated to my wonderful beta indigorhapsody, for the lovely icon she made me.
******
Harry sipped dispassionately at his third glass of Chenin Blanc that evening as he leaned on the rented baby grand piano and watched the hired player's lazily fingers glide over the keys. He'd had enough wine that the sight was pleasantly mesmerizing, and settled in for another hour of blank staring when a hand on his shoulder startled him. He turned to find Seamus grinning at him, a glass of something dark, yeasty and definitively Irish in his hand.
"Somewhere else, mate?" he asked.
"Hmm," Harry replied noncommitally. "This is more Draco's scene than mine."
Seamus chuckled. "Yeah. Look at 'im."
Harry craned his neck and scanned the room until he spotted a familiar blond head. Draco was busy flirting and flattering, a flute of champagne held delicately between two fingers.
"What do you suppose he gets out of parties like this?" Seamus asked him.
"A room full of important people to dazzle and impress, and to tell him how stunning he looks in his expensive new robes." Harry shrugged, quaffing the rest of his wine in one gulp, and gasping. "Sorry, mate. Refill."
Weaving his way through the crowd, Harry eased past the panelled doors that led to the kitchen and shut them behind him. Making his way over to the fridge, Harry leaned his forehead against the cool metal and sighed. How much longer until he could tear Draco away from his guests and wrestle him out of those damned stupid robes?
The doors opened and closed with a quiet creak of hinges, and Harry turned to see the object of his frustration making his way into the room like a smooth, cool breeze.
"Great party," Harry toasted him with his empty glass.
"Don't pretend to like it." Draco glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "We're out of Shiraz. Where do we keep the red?"
"Third cupboard, revolving door," Harry told him.
"Ah!" Draco exclaimed softly, pulling out a dark bottle and examining the label.
"Draco, make them go home. I'm tired, and I've had just enough wine to desperately want a shag."
Draco came around the corner, a coy smile on his lips as he leaned over to brush against Harry, opening a utensil drawer and extracting a corkscrew. He went about uncorking the bottle deliberately slowly, still smiling.
"Poor baby," he murmured. "You're bored, aren't you?"
"Yes, dreadfully," Harry answered.
"Mmm." Pulling the cork with a muted pop, Draco took a swig of wine straight from the bottle and leaned in close to Harry. The scent of the warm, spicy wine weighed heavily on his breath, and Harry felt a bit lightheaded as he breathed in deep.
Pulling Draco against him was easy, and Harry brought a hand up to cradle his neck as he sought Draco's lips with his own. The flavor of wine was bitter and acidic on his tongue, and he moaned, taking the bottle from Draco's hand and setting it blindly on the counter behind him. Draco made a sound of protest and tried to pull away, but Harry gathered him closer and turned, pressing Draco's back to the refrigerator and crushing him against it.
Draco arched forward, nipping Harry's lower lip playfully. Harry pulled away with a gasp, and Draco grinned slowly.
"Much as I'd love to continue this, there are guests waiting in our living room."
"Sod the guests," Harry murmured, pressing his hips forward so that Draco understood the gravity of the situation.
A quiet groan escaped the other wizard, and he slipped a hand in between them to fondle Harry through his pants. "I'll take care of this later. I promise."
"No, now," demanded Harry, pushing Draco's chin up with his nose so that he could press open-mouthed kisses down his throat.
"Harry..." Draco protested, but the whine in his voice was slightly breathless.
Harry wrapped his hands around Draco's waist and pulled him forward, walking backwards until his backside hit the island in the middle of the kitchen. Whirling around, he turned Draco so that they stood back to chest.
"Harry," Draco said, more firmly this time. "Seriously, cut it out. I have to get back out there."
"Soon," Harry told him, lowering his mouth to the back of Draco's neck and tugging at the fine hair there with his lips.
Kneading the blond's lower back with his thumbs, Harry rocked against his ass, pressing his erection against him through the layers of their clothing. Moving his lips to the tender spot behind Draco's ear, Harry licked in a long, slow swipe, tasting sweat and cologne. Draco moaned softly and reached back to grasp the back of Harry's neck with one hand.
"Can't," he gasped. "People waiting... they'll come looking..."
Harry whipped his wand out of the pocket of his robes and aimed quick locking and silencing charms on the door. Not enough to keep anyone out if they were truly determined, but enough to give them a clue as to what was going on inside.
"Oh, yes, because that isn't obvious," Draco griped.
"I'd ask if you were always this bitchy, but I already know the answer," Harry growled into his ear.
Draco somehow managed to communicate an eyeroll telepathically, and shoved back against Harry. "Let me go."
"No."
"Harry! This isn't funny anymore. I have to go!"
Harry reached down and hauled the hem of Draco's robes to bunch at the small of his back. Being of the old traditions, he wore nothing underneath, and squirmed at the rush of cool air. Harry ran the palm of his hand over the cheeks of Draco's ass in a smooth caress that had the blond closing his eyes and sighing.
"Wanna fuck you," Harry murmured into the shell of Draco's ear, catching the lobe between his lips.
Draco made a noise that sounded like "nnngh" and dug his fingernails into the nape of Harry's neck. Harry made quick, one-handed work of his buckle and zipper, looking around for inspiration. He felt like doing something different. Like tying Draco up with tea towels, or shoving that damn cork he'd made a show of earlier between his teeth.
His gaze landed on a nearby bottle of olive oil. He leaned over and snatched it up, taking a step away from Draco to drizzle it liberally over his cock.
"What are you doing?" Draco called over his shoulder, and turned his head to see. His eyes went wide. "Oh, no."
"Why not?" Harry asked him.
"Because you're a wizard, you git! Use a spell!"
"Too late for that." Harry grinned, and dipped two fingers of his right hand into the pool of oil dripping from his cock.
"Don't you dare-"
But Harry had already poked one slick finger in between the cleft of his ass, and slid it slowly and purposefully down. Draco squeaked and bucked back against him, gripping the edges of the island tightly.
"I'll kill you for this," he threatened.
Harry chuckled and pushed the finger in up to the second knuckle. Draco groaned. Warm oil trickled down the inside of Harry's thigh, and he hurried through his preparation of Draco before positioning himself. The oil made slippery work of it, and he slid in with surprising ease. Draco gasped and arched back, and Harry slipped the rest of the way in with a wet smack.
They moved together, Draco's hipbones gliding beneath Harry's slick fingers. They were mostly silent, mindful of the goings on behind the kitchen door, harsh breathing and soft grunts muted by the slapping sound of skin. A sudden noise broke through their hazy consciousness, and both men turned to see the door opening to emit a brunette witch with wand in hand.
"Hermione!" Harry squeaked, grabbing at a tea towel and holding it modestly over his bum. He scooted as close to Draco as he could, causing him to gasp and grip the island with white-knuckled force.
"Harry- ah! Watch it!"
"Sorry," Harry mumbled, staring wide-eyed at his best friend as she made her way through the kitchen.
"Relax, I guessed what you two were up to," she said. "I'm just here for a glass of water. Little Ron Jr. is making his presence known, and it's hell on my stomach."
She spoke fast, her eyes averted, as she retrieved a glass from the cupboard. Making her way behind them, she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a jug of cold water. Her glass full, she replaced the jug and closed the door with a snap.
"Don't be too long," she told them. "People are getting curious."
With that, she went out the way she came, one hand pressed over her rounded belly, the rim of her glass pressed to her lips as she took a leisurely sip. She put the locking and silencing charms back up, and Harry let out a breath as he let his head fall onto Draco's shoulder. He laughed breathlessly, and Draco cursed beneath him.
"Your friends have horrible manners," he griped.
Harry sighed and nodded against Draco's flushed back. "Shall we?"
"If you must," he responded.
Harry laughed and kissed Draco's shoulder as he started moving again. Draco's head lolled back and Harry nipped at his lips, leaning forward and bracing his arms on the island in front of them. Bent over the counter, Draco pressed his cheek to the cool surface and whined as Harry increased the force of his thrusts. Working an arm beneath himself, Draco pulled on his cock.
Harry was close, grunting with effort and sensation as he pushed farther and farther into the slick heat of Draco's body. Speeding up, he held on until he heard Draco's breath become rapid and shallow, thrusting hard and fast as he allowed himself to come in a spectacular rush. Draco hummed in contentment and Harry grinned, wrapping his arms around his lover's slim torso and hugging him.
"Gotta get up," Draco mumbled half-heartedly.
"In a minute," Harry told him, placing small kisses along his shoulder.
"Mmm," Draco agreed, and allowed himself to be cuddled.
Harry inhaled deeply, lethargy settling into his bones as the wine he'd consumed earlier caught up with him. Sleepy and happy, he smiled into Draco's skin.
"We should throw parties like this more often," he said.
"Can we invite other people?" Draco asked sassily.
It earned him a sharp slap on the ass, and a paranoid boyfriend for the next week and a half.
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