Gingerbread Manor
I'm taking a break from my Yuletide verse to update one of my annual holiday verses.
Title: Gingerbread Manor Part of my Gingerbread Doppelgangers verse, but it can be read by itself.
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco/Harry, Biscuit-Harry/Biscuit-Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, including biscuit-sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 615
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Advent Drabbles #8 - ginger for capitu
♦ AdventDrabbles #8 - Gingerbread
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2016 #8 - Gingerbread house competition
♦ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry Early Bird #8:
Summary: Biscuit-Harry and Biscuit-Draco get an upgrade.
"Harry! Come here!"
Harry rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping in his haste to reach his husband. "Where are you, Draco? Are you hurt?!" He dashed into the living room to see Draco calmly seated on the sofa, reading the Daily Prophet.
"Look, Harry," said Draco. "The Ministry is hosting a gingerbread house competition."
"That's what you're so excited about?" snapped Harry.
Draco smirked up at him. "We do happen to have a ginger-"
"No."
"Why must you be such a limp wand?"
Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "For one thing, Molly made that gingerbread house. To enter the competition, we would have to create a brand new one. And, in case you've forgotten, our gingerbread house is occupied."
When Molly had made the gingerbread masterpiece for them, she included a pair of gingerbread cookies, decorated to represent Draco and Harry. Someone (they assumed it was George) had enchanted the gingerbread men to be animated. That was all fun and delightful, until it became apparent that the favorite activity of Biscuit-Draco and Biscuit-Harry was indulging in biscuit-sex. A lot of it.
"Being occupied is what makes our gingerbread house special," Draco was saying. "I dare say we'd garner some of the old pervert votes."
"Draco, we are not entering our gingerbread house, and that's final."
"Prude," hissed Draco, tossing the paper aside. "I at least want to go to the Ministry to see the display."
~*~
Harry and Draco strolled through the Atrium, marveling at the fantastic gingerbread creations. The entries included everything from small cottages to elaborate mansions. There were even gingerbread recreations of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and Big Ben. Harry was glad he'd talked Draco out of entering their gingerbread house; it would have been overwhelmed by these structures.
Draco halted in front of a sign and nudged Harry. "It says here that all of these gingerbread items are for sale."
Harry read the sign. "The money will go to charity," he said. "That's a wonderful idea."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Draco asked.
Harry grinned at him. "Our gingerbread doppelgangers could use a new home, yeah?"
~*~
Harry bent to peer into a window of the beautiful gingerbread manor they'd purchased at the Ministry. Biscuit-Harry was currently buggering Biscuit-Draco over the table of their new kitchen. Harry knew he should look away, but he was too fascinated. Finally, Biscuit-Harry toddled away, leaving a smear of creamy icing on Biscuit-Draco's bum.
Harry reached down and palmed himself through his pyjama bottoms.
"Harry, are you spying on them again?"
"I can't help it!" cried Harry, turning to see Draco smirking at him from the doorway of their kitchen. "I think they're determined to christen every room in their new home."
"Yeah?" purred Draco, prowling closer. "When was the last time we christened our kitchen?"
Harry cleared his throat. "L-last week."
"Drop trou and bend over that chair."
Harry moaned and pushed his pyjamas down. He pulled the chair out and bent over, bracing his hands on the seat.
Draco prepared his husband with a spell and moved into position. "Say ah, Harry."
"Ah!" Harry gasped when Draco's cock pushed past his rim. He clenched his hands at the edges of the chair's seat and held on. Harry found himself at eye level with Gingerbread Manor, and he could see that both gingerbread men were watching him get rogered by Draco.
"Oh my god," panted Harry.
"Yeah, that's it," grunted Draco, giving Harry's arse a light swat. "You love this, don't you?"
"That's not...oh fuck," Harry groaned. He could no longer form a coherent sentence, let alone tell Draco that their naughty gingerbread men were now wanking their little gingerbread cocks while enjoying the show.
Gingerbread Buggers
Title: Gingerbread Manor Part of my Gingerbread Doppelgangers verse, but it can be read by itself.
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco/Harry, Biscuit-Harry/Biscuit-Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, including biscuit-sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 615
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Advent Drabbles #8 - ginger for capitu
♦ AdventDrabbles #8 - Gingerbread
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2016 #8 - Gingerbread house competition
♦ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry Early Bird #8:
Summary: Biscuit-Harry and Biscuit-Draco get an upgrade.
"Harry! Come here!"
Harry rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping in his haste to reach his husband. "Where are you, Draco? Are you hurt?!" He dashed into the living room to see Draco calmly seated on the sofa, reading the Daily Prophet.
"Look, Harry," said Draco. "The Ministry is hosting a gingerbread house competition."
"That's what you're so excited about?" snapped Harry.
Draco smirked up at him. "We do happen to have a ginger-"
"No."
"Why must you be such a limp wand?"
Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "For one thing, Molly made that gingerbread house. To enter the competition, we would have to create a brand new one. And, in case you've forgotten, our gingerbread house is occupied."
When Molly had made the gingerbread masterpiece for them, she included a pair of gingerbread cookies, decorated to represent Draco and Harry. Someone (they assumed it was George) had enchanted the gingerbread men to be animated. That was all fun and delightful, until it became apparent that the favorite activity of Biscuit-Draco and Biscuit-Harry was indulging in biscuit-sex. A lot of it.
"Being occupied is what makes our gingerbread house special," Draco was saying. "I dare say we'd garner some of the old pervert votes."
"Draco, we are not entering our gingerbread house, and that's final."
"Prude," hissed Draco, tossing the paper aside. "I at least want to go to the Ministry to see the display."
~*~
Harry and Draco strolled through the Atrium, marveling at the fantastic gingerbread creations. The entries included everything from small cottages to elaborate mansions. There were even gingerbread recreations of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and Big Ben. Harry was glad he'd talked Draco out of entering their gingerbread house; it would have been overwhelmed by these structures.
Draco halted in front of a sign and nudged Harry. "It says here that all of these gingerbread items are for sale."
Harry read the sign. "The money will go to charity," he said. "That's a wonderful idea."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Draco asked.
Harry grinned at him. "Our gingerbread doppelgangers could use a new home, yeah?"
~*~
Harry bent to peer into a window of the beautiful gingerbread manor they'd purchased at the Ministry. Biscuit-Harry was currently buggering Biscuit-Draco over the table of their new kitchen. Harry knew he should look away, but he was too fascinated. Finally, Biscuit-Harry toddled away, leaving a smear of creamy icing on Biscuit-Draco's bum.
Harry reached down and palmed himself through his pyjama bottoms.
"Harry, are you spying on them again?"
"I can't help it!" cried Harry, turning to see Draco smirking at him from the doorway of their kitchen. "I think they're determined to christen every room in their new home."
"Yeah?" purred Draco, prowling closer. "When was the last time we christened our kitchen?"
Harry cleared his throat. "L-last week."
"Drop trou and bend over that chair."
Harry moaned and pushed his pyjamas down. He pulled the chair out and bent over, bracing his hands on the seat.
Draco prepared his husband with a spell and moved into position. "Say ah, Harry."
"Ah!" Harry gasped when Draco's cock pushed past his rim. He clenched his hands at the edges of the chair's seat and held on. Harry found himself at eye level with Gingerbread Manor, and he could see that both gingerbread men were watching him get rogered by Draco.
"Oh my god," panted Harry.
"Yeah, that's it," grunted Draco, giving Harry's arse a light swat. "You love this, don't you?"
"That's not...oh fuck," Harry groaned. He could no longer form a coherent sentence, let alone tell Draco that their naughty gingerbread men were now wanking their little gingerbread cocks while enjoying the show.
Gingerbread Buggers