Happy Fucking Christmas

“Harry you bloody ponce!” Draco spat as thick globs of batter dripped down over his face.

Harry stood for a moment, watching as the sticky batter slowly ran down his boyfriends face, crowned at the top with a great gooey blob. Draco’s face was flushed and his mouth working angrily as he attempted to brush away the mess, only managing to smear it all over his hands and shirt. Considering how angry Draco was, Harry got a strange urge, he wanted suddenly to kiss his lover. Thinking this might not be the best time and that Draco might actually strike him if he did attempt moving closer. Harry continued to look into Draco’s angry grey eyes, feeling lust begin to burn in his belly. He struggled to control himself, but as Draco’s tirade continued, Harry found his self control waning rapidly…

Draco was still ranting and pulling the dough off his head slopping it onto the floor. “I can’t believe you did this. Look at my shirt, you prat!” Draco hissed. “You stupid, wankering prat! This had better not stain Potter, or I swear I WILL turn you into a warty toad. Look at this mess.” he whined. “Are you just going to stand there Potter? Potter? Um… Potter… shit Harry?” Draco suddenly noticed the look on his lover’s face. He knew that look…

Harry’s eyes were wide, lust playing in the green depths. He removed his glasses carefully placing them on the counter and licked his lips. Harry felt his heart begin to beat faster in his chest. He stepped closer to Draco…

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME POTTER! YOU PERVERTED PRICK! THERE IS NOTHING REMOTELY ROMANTIC ABOUT THIS!” Draco yelled, taking a quick step backward. Draco slipped on the sticky mess surrounding them. Harry reached out and stopped Draco from hitting the floor. Draco’s surprised eyes met Harry’s lust filled ones and that was it for Harry. Locking glares with Draco did him in. He gripped his boyfriend tightly and crushed him to his chest.

“Ahhgg umph!” was all Draco could manage before Harry’s mouth covered his in a hard, needy kiss. Draco attempted to push Harry away, but he couldn’t get any leverage under his feet. Slipping again he grabbed onto Harry’s shirt for support and both boys fell against the counter, knocking the frosting and cookie cutters onto the floor. The two boys soon tumbled down after. Harry fell on top of Draco his own feet sliding out from under him. He moaned as he felt the boy beneath him struggling to free himself.

“Fuck… umph… Pott… mpph… get… umph… oh… oh… gods…. umph.” Draco tried to talk through Harry’s passionate kiss as the sticky dough smeared between their faces. Harry pulled away from Draco’s lips, his tongue darting out to lick the sweet dough off of Draco’s nose. Draco was slowly losing his battle to stay mad with Harry as Harry sensuous tongue began lapping at his cheeks, sucking his way down along his jaw.

His mouth finally free of Harry’s, Draco found his voice, “Potter for piss sakes…”

“Mmm, Draco…” Harry moaned.

“Potter, ahh… oh, sweet Merlin!” Draco lost all train of thought, when Harry started nibbling below his right ear. “Don’t stop… Gods don’t….” Harry continued his onslaught on Draco’s neck, causing his lover to gasp and groan. His hands slid down Draco’s sides and slipped under his shirt. Finding Draco’s nipples, Harry began pinching and twisting the tender nubs. “Oh fuck Harry…”

“Yes…” suck, lick, “mmmm,” kiss, bite, “fuck Harry.” Harry said lustily.

Harry lifted his head and looked into Draco’s eyes. Smiling, he wrinkled up his nose in mock disgust, “Draco you’re a mess.” he sighed, his tongue licking Draco’s chin.

Growling Draco rolled over pinning Harry below him. Harry yelped at the sudden change of position. “Baby?” he questioned, seeing the predatory look in Draco’s eyes.

Draco’ reached his long arms up to the counter, feeling around, “Yessssss…” he hissed, finding what he wanted. Harry looked puzzled at his love, “Baby, what…”

Before Harry could finish, Draco’s hand reappeared with a wand and Harry found himself naked under Draco’s larger frame.

“DRACO!” he squealed, wriggling to get out from beneath the larger boy.

Draco groaned throwing his head back as Harry’s erection rubbed unintentional against his throbbing cock. Noticing the tube of white frosting lying next to Harry’s head, Draco reached for it, a wicked gleam in his eye…

“Draco…” Harry said warningly.

“You like to play with your food, puppet? Hmmm.” Draco smirked.

“Baby… Oh, oh… Draco…” Harry gasped as Draco mouth latched onto his nipple, biting down hard. Harry felt an odd sensation on his other nipple as Draco’s squeezed frosting over the tight nub. His mouth then descended, licking roughly.

“Mmmm, vanilla…” Draco moaned, “I love vanilla.” smiling he rubbed his face into Harry’s chest, smearing sticky gingerbread dough all over.

Draco placed his knees around Harry’s hips, preventing him from getting away. He then squeezed all the frosting onto his green eyed lover’s torso. Discarding the pastry bag over his shoulder, he began messaging the sugary substance all over Harry’s chest.

Harry’s hands worked frantically to remove Draco’s shirt, frustrated he pulled hard sending the tiny buttons flying, ripping the shirt off of Draco’s back. His hands seeking to touch every inch they could reach.

“Puppet that was one of my favourite shirts,” Draco gasped, “you’ll pay for that.” he murmured before he licked from Harry’s belly button straight up to the base of his neck.

“Ohhhh…. mmm… it… it… Oh Gods… it… was ruined… oh… anyway.” Harry half sobbed as Draco’s mouth continued its onslaught across his abdomen.

Draco slid his body down Harry’s, sucking, licking and biting every inch of skin. Reaching his goal, he settled in between Harry’s slender legs. He looked around, seeking something. His eye caught the bag of red frosting. Smirking again, Draco took the bag in one hand and Harry’s cock in the other. Slowly he squeezed the red confection over the tip of Harry’s prick and down the centre to the base of his sack. Harry watched him through lust lidded eyes, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth.

Draco dragged his tongue back up the line of frosting, swirling it around the head. “Fuck…” Harry hissed. “Fuck Draco, mmm, baby, so… ungh.”

Draco nibbled and sucked the top of Harry’s cock, cleaning away most of the frosting before taking the entire member into his mouth, sucking hard. The combination of vanilla, sugar and Harry was intoxicating. Draco swallowed every bit, humming with satisfaction. Harry shouted Draco’s name, bucking his hips to push himself further into his lover’s mouth. Draco steadied his lover with one hand on Harry’s stomach, his mouth working Harry into a complete sex stupor. With his other hand he began gently playing with Harry’s balls, squeezing gently and rubbing the soft skin behind.

Harry was lost, completely and totally lost in the pleasure of Draco’s mouth and hands, blocking out any coherent thought. If he had not been so lost, he might have wondered where Draco found lube on the kitchen floor. But the feeling of Draco’s slick finger pushing into his body and twisting, combined with the sucking and stroking of his cock, temporarily rendered him mindless.

Draco adding a second finger did not hesitate to use the first thing on hand to help prepare his lover. The pastry bag was jammed under his knee allowing him to keep both hands free to distract Harry. He knew in the back of his head that his partner might not like this particular use of icing and he was far too horny to go looking for something better. He wanted to burry himself inside of Harry and he wanted to do it quickly. His passion was reaching a fevered pitch and he needed release.

As he added a third finger, Harry began thrusting back onto Draco’s hand. Feeling he could wait no longer to be inside of the tight heat that was Harry, Draco pulled his fingers out of Harry’s arse and removed his mouth from Harry’s prick, kissing the tip. Draco unzipped his pants to free his own neglected erection. He squeezed a good amount of frosting into his hand to coat his own cock.

Harry whimpered in protest when the cool air hit his wet erection. Looking down to see what his lover was doing, he vaguely recognized what Draco was up to, but soon forgot when he felt Draco pull his legs up over his shoulders. He felt the tip of Draco’s cock against his opening and it did not matter what he was thinking anymore at all. Sucking in a breath he waited for Draco to fill him.

Draco pushed past the tight, rough ring, groaning loudly as he felt the heat embrace his prick. He moved slowly into Harry, listening to his lover gasping and sighing. Gods it was so good. Harry’s muscles clenched around his cock in just the right way, no one had ever felt as good as Harry. Seated as far as he could go he waited a moment…

“Fuck Draco, fuck… baby, fuck me.” Harry sighed, his eyes locking with Draco’s, “Merlin, so good, fuck me lover…”

Draco smiled greedily and began to gently slide in and out of Harry. His lover’s purring sounds driving him mad. He began picking up the pace driving in harder. Harry moved his legs, clutching his thighs tightly around Draco’s waist, seeking to get his lover deeper. Each time Draco’s prick drove into Harry’s prostrate sending shivers of delight up his spine. Draco knew he could not possibly hold out much longer so he reached between their bodies and began pumping Harry’s engorged cock in time with his own penetrating thrusts.

Quickly the two could feel the brink of ecstasy approaching. Draco’s thrust became more and more erratic, sweat and heat and sex surrounding them like a silky blanket. Staring intently into each others eyes, their breathing in time with one another, nothing so perfect ever existed as this connection. The world tilted on it’s side as they approached mutual satisfaction.

Draco felt the hot come cover his hand, Harry shouted out his name moaning in ecstasy. Harry’s clenching arse spilled Draco over the edge into his own orgasm, screaming Harry’s name in return. Collapsing onto Harry’s trembling body he drove through his final pinnacle, thrusting against Harry’s pleasure zone one last time. Harry’s arm wound tightly around Draco as they both came down.

Draco kissed Harry deeply, almost distractingly, a queer look on his face as he pulled his flaccid member out of Harry. Harry pulled his mouth away, questioning Draco with his eyes…

“Baby?” he asked.

“Mmmhmmm…”

“What did you use for lube?”

“Um… you don’t want to ask that now Harry…”

“Draco…”

“Harry, what time did you tell everyone to come over?”

“Shit!”

From where they were lying on the kitchen floor, Draco, being on top of Harry, could clearly see the kitchen door. He shifted uncomfortably.

“Please Draco, tell me they are not…”

“Errr… I could… puppet,” Draco said calmly, “but that would be a lie.”

Harry strained his neck around to look at the entryway.

“Fuck!”

“That’s an interesting use of frosting Draco.” Blaise said casually.

“Indeed,” Hermione agreed, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone make Christmas cookies like that before.”

“Right,” Ron groaned, “I don’t think I will ever be able to look at a gingerbread man ever again.” a look of pure horror on his face. “Let alone eat one.” he added.

“Does anyone have a camera?” Pansy asked, snickering, “This would make a lovely Christmas card.”

Harry moaned as he clutched Draco closer too him, suddenly very much aware of his lack of clothing and sticky bits. Ignoring the four in the door he looked at Draco, thinking sticky bits… frosting…

“Fuck!”

“Now, now puppet…”

“You used the frosting for lube didn’t you?”

“I love making Christmas cookies with you, puppet.” Draco moaned, kissing his lover passionately again and completely ignoring the snickers from the kitchen door.
“Happy fucking Christmas Harry.” he smirked against Harry’s lips.