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Pleasant Presents
[title] Pleasant Presents (Why do all my titles have to be alliterative?)
[author] Tully
[pairing] Harry/Draco
[rating] R, nudging NC17
[disclaimer] The fact that they aren’t mine isn’t going to stop me playing with them. Mother always said it’s nice to share. I’d just like to thank J.K. Rowling for making such lovely toys.
[genre] PWP, Smutmas.
[word count] 1,487
[summary] Someone got a Weasley Jumper and a nice pair of socks for Christmas. Someone also got something much more fun. And no, it wasn’t an X-Box.
[notes] For Charlottesomtimes’s (http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=6492) birthday in response to her Socky!Draco challenge. Happy Birthday, Char. Hope you like it. And because it’s your birthday, here’s an extra pimpage of :
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=38093
Change My World
If you enjoy Harry/Draco, go read Change My World. It’s at least ten fold more brilliant and inspired than this story. In fact, skip this story. Go read Char’s epic fic instead.
Unbeta’ed.
Harry stumbled down the stairs, his knuckles awkwardly rubbing sleep from his eyes, sending his glasses askew. “Merry Christmas.” he yawned at the back of the grey silk-clad shape hunched beneath the Christmas tree.
Draco stood, showing no shame that he’d started in on the presents without his lover, and spun to pitch a large, lumpy parcel at the boy-who-overslept. “Merry Christmas. I’m guessing it’s your annual Weasley Jumper.” He wrinkled his nose in mock disgust.
Harry, barely awake and with his glasses only half on, fumbled the catch and allowed the momentum to carry him into the embrace of the ‘Comfy Chair’. He tore at the paper and pulled the soft woollen garment over his head. This year’s model had a phoenix knitted into the front. Harry felt a warm tingling on his chest as the bird burst into knitted flames. Molly had outdone herself. Harry finally righted his glasses and looked across at Draco. He’d retrieved a small, brightly wrapped box and was smirking smugly as he advanced on the ‘Comfy Chair’, silvery-grey eyes shining with devious delight.
Now that he could see, Harry could fully appreciate the vision before him. Draco’s head was backlit by the thin morning sunlight, creating a bright halo around his face. The pale, light silk of the open robe billowed around his lithe form as he moved. Harry drank it all in as his eyes travelled slowly down. He didn’t much care what was in the box in Draco’s hand as this was the best Christmas present he could wish for. Draco, almost nude, coming toward him and by that particular smirk Harry knew he was in for a very good time. He shifted in the chair in anticipation of Draco joining him there as his eyes continued their languorous journey over the alabaster skin of his torso. They lingered on the hardening prick and Harry moistened his lips as his own hardened in appreciation. Finally, those emerald orbs cast their sight over the finely toned muscles of Draco’s thighs as they moved beneath the sleek, smooth skin and further down to….
“What are you wearing!?” Harry blurted out as he shot forward in the ‘Comfy Chair’.
Draco paused his advance and looked down. “What? There was no gift tag. These aren’t from you?”
Harry collapsed into sniggering.
On each of Draco’s feet there was a hand made sock. The right one was bright red with little white ferrets around the band at the top. The left one was a fuzzy black with bright silver streaks placed at random and was quite a bit longer than the right. Harry couldn’t quite figure out what the streaks were meant to be at this distance, but it didn’t matter. Draco in miss-matched socks and little else was a sight to behold.
“No. I think they’re for me.” Harry replied as he tried to compose himself. “I get a similar pair every year.” Draco knew about the famous Weasley Jumpers. Everyone knew. But the Dobby socks were a more closely kept secret.
“Who are they from, then?” Draco pouted, hands on his hips and a slight tinge of jealousy in his sulky voice.
Harry was trying vainly not to lose his composure again, but it was all too adorable. “Dobby!” He exploded into gales of laughter.
Draco blanched and knelt to remove the offending garments, but Harry was faster. He tackled the blonde onto the rug, pinning him with his body, green eyes shining with mirth and lust.
“Leave them on.” He smirked, and claimed his surprised lover’s mouth before he could utter a protest.
Draco was left gasping from being thrown to the floor and the delicious, demanding kiss, but he quickly recovered with a smirk of his own, one pale eyebrow quirked. “Only if you take this off.” He replied, plucking at Harry’s jumper.
Harry leered as best he could and sat back to comply. As he contorted his way out of the woollen garment he writhed over his lover causing Draco to moan most delectably. Before the jumper was clear of Harry’s head, Draco’s delicate fingers had found his chest. They traced the contours of the athletic musculature down and around Harry’s waist. “Much better. You hardly look like a git at all now.” He lilted nonchalantly.
Harry would have glared at him through his glasses if Draco hadn’t whisked them away at that point and given him something much more entertaining to do with his face. The Slytherin’s tongue snaked between his teeth with an insistence and dexterity that was more than enough to derail Harry’s mild ire. He melted into the kiss and allowed himself to be pulled down, his bare chest warm against Draco’s.
The blonde slowly ground his pelvis upward causing Harry to groan and buck his hips forward uncontrollably. He freed his long legs and wrapped them around Harry’s waist, pressing him even closer.
Harry sucked his fingers into his mouth to ply them with saliva, but Draco stopped him and placed the small, bright box in the limited space between their heads. “Open it.”
“Mwat? Mow?” Harry mumbled ‘round his digits.
“Now.” The wicked gleam in those mercury eyes and the grin on the aristocratic face, which resembled that of a kneazle that had just learned how to open the aviary, convinced Harry to suck his fingers dry and play along.
Inside the box was a glass jar. Harry couldn’t read the label without his glasses, but he could guess what it was. The shimmery cream inside was fragrant and slick as he rubbed a small amount between finger and thumb. It caused his fingertips to tingle slightly as though feathers were playing over them and a thrill passed up his arm which rippled over with goose flesh.
He looked back into his lover’s eyes and found himself wearing an identical, kneazle grin.
“Merry Christmas, Harry.” Draco purred. “Now show me what good manners you have and thank me for the thoughtful gift.” He punctuated his demand with a particularly artful thrust of his hips.
With slicked fingers Harry coated the puckered ring of muscle at Draco’s entrance before gently pushing one into the tight sheath beyond. Draco’s body arched and he let fly a stream of appreciative obscenities. Soon Draco was wantonly fucking himself on three of Harry’s fingers, a pool of pre-cum slowly building on his belly.
He moaned dejectedly when Harry removed them to lubricate his aching prick. The stuff was amazing! It was feathers and breath play and kisses all at once. And that was before it made contact with anything. Harry easily slid his slicked length in to fill Draco, his breath catching and his green eyes bulging at the incredible, indescribable sensation. He froze there, fully seated, battling to regain some control of his body. The two young men panted in unison for a moment before Draco pulled Harry down to claim his lips again. On breaking the kiss he whispered into Harry’s ear certain instructions that caused a bout of incoherency at their lewdness as he again had to pull himself back from the edge.
There was only one thing for it, he’d have to do as he was told. He began an animated rhythm, driving Draco into the thick pile of the carpet. The Slytherin cried out in ecstasy as he moved so each thrust grazed his prostate. With every sensation magnified by the lubricant and the rapid pace it was not long before both wizards succumbed to their pleasure. Harry came into Draco with his name on his lips and rode out his orgasm still thrusting into the slick warmth. Draco’s toes curled as he threw back his head groaning out a string of very positive obscenities, punctuated with Harry’s name and the word ‘yes’. They collapsed into a slick, panting mass of limbs.
“So…” Draco said between gulping air into his lungs. “…do you like it?”
“Best present… all year” came the gasping reply. “I think… I need to practice more… to get… the amount right.” He pulled back to leer ineffectually at his lover.
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As Harry reached for his wand near the claw foot of the ‘Comfy Chair’ he finally got a proper look at his Christmas socks. The silver streaks were little lightning bolts. Harry touched his scar and for once it made him smile. At least Dobby thought Draco and he belonged together. It gave him a feeling of warmth and contentment and he silently thanked his little, somewhat annoying friend for the kind gift.
When they were all cleaned up and all the presents were opened they relaxed comfortably with a pot of tea in a litter of ribbons and paper. They had a few hours to laze in the warmth of the fire before they had to dress and get to the Weasley’s. In some unspoken agreement, it ended up they wore one sock each. Harry’s was red. Draco’s was black.
[author] Tully
[pairing] Harry/Draco
[rating] R, nudging NC17
[disclaimer] The fact that they aren’t mine isn’t going to stop me playing with them. Mother always said it’s nice to share. I’d just like to thank J.K. Rowling for making such lovely toys.
[genre] PWP, Smutmas.
[word count] 1,487
[summary] Someone got a Weasley Jumper and a nice pair of socks for Christmas. Someone also got something much more fun. And no, it wasn’t an X-Box.
[notes] For Charlottesomtimes’s (http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=6492) birthday in response to her Socky!Draco challenge. Happy Birthday, Char. Hope you like it. And because it’s your birthday, here’s an extra pimpage of :
Change My World
If you enjoy Harry/Draco, go read Change My World. It’s at least ten fold more brilliant and inspired than this story. In fact, skip this story. Go read Char’s epic fic instead.
Unbeta’ed.
Pleasant Presents
Harry stumbled down the stairs, his knuckles awkwardly rubbing sleep from his eyes, sending his glasses askew. “Merry Christmas.” he yawned at the back of the grey silk-clad shape hunched beneath the Christmas tree.
Draco stood, showing no shame that he’d started in on the presents without his lover, and spun to pitch a large, lumpy parcel at the boy-who-overslept. “Merry Christmas. I’m guessing it’s your annual Weasley Jumper.” He wrinkled his nose in mock disgust.
Harry, barely awake and with his glasses only half on, fumbled the catch and allowed the momentum to carry him into the embrace of the ‘Comfy Chair’. He tore at the paper and pulled the soft woollen garment over his head. This year’s model had a phoenix knitted into the front. Harry felt a warm tingling on his chest as the bird burst into knitted flames. Molly had outdone herself. Harry finally righted his glasses and looked across at Draco. He’d retrieved a small, brightly wrapped box and was smirking smugly as he advanced on the ‘Comfy Chair’, silvery-grey eyes shining with devious delight.
Now that he could see, Harry could fully appreciate the vision before him. Draco’s head was backlit by the thin morning sunlight, creating a bright halo around his face. The pale, light silk of the open robe billowed around his lithe form as he moved. Harry drank it all in as his eyes travelled slowly down. He didn’t much care what was in the box in Draco’s hand as this was the best Christmas present he could wish for. Draco, almost nude, coming toward him and by that particular smirk Harry knew he was in for a very good time. He shifted in the chair in anticipation of Draco joining him there as his eyes continued their languorous journey over the alabaster skin of his torso. They lingered on the hardening prick and Harry moistened his lips as his own hardened in appreciation. Finally, those emerald orbs cast their sight over the finely toned muscles of Draco’s thighs as they moved beneath the sleek, smooth skin and further down to….
“What are you wearing!?” Harry blurted out as he shot forward in the ‘Comfy Chair’.
Draco paused his advance and looked down. “What? There was no gift tag. These aren’t from you?”
Harry collapsed into sniggering.
On each of Draco’s feet there was a hand made sock. The right one was bright red with little white ferrets around the band at the top. The left one was a fuzzy black with bright silver streaks placed at random and was quite a bit longer than the right. Harry couldn’t quite figure out what the streaks were meant to be at this distance, but it didn’t matter. Draco in miss-matched socks and little else was a sight to behold.
“No. I think they’re for me.” Harry replied as he tried to compose himself. “I get a similar pair every year.” Draco knew about the famous Weasley Jumpers. Everyone knew. But the Dobby socks were a more closely kept secret.
“Who are they from, then?” Draco pouted, hands on his hips and a slight tinge of jealousy in his sulky voice.
Harry was trying vainly not to lose his composure again, but it was all too adorable. “Dobby!” He exploded into gales of laughter.
Draco blanched and knelt to remove the offending garments, but Harry was faster. He tackled the blonde onto the rug, pinning him with his body, green eyes shining with mirth and lust.
“Leave them on.” He smirked, and claimed his surprised lover’s mouth before he could utter a protest.
Draco was left gasping from being thrown to the floor and the delicious, demanding kiss, but he quickly recovered with a smirk of his own, one pale eyebrow quirked. “Only if you take this off.” He replied, plucking at Harry’s jumper.
Harry leered as best he could and sat back to comply. As he contorted his way out of the woollen garment he writhed over his lover causing Draco to moan most delectably. Before the jumper was clear of Harry’s head, Draco’s delicate fingers had found his chest. They traced the contours of the athletic musculature down and around Harry’s waist. “Much better. You hardly look like a git at all now.” He lilted nonchalantly.
Harry would have glared at him through his glasses if Draco hadn’t whisked them away at that point and given him something much more entertaining to do with his face. The Slytherin’s tongue snaked between his teeth with an insistence and dexterity that was more than enough to derail Harry’s mild ire. He melted into the kiss and allowed himself to be pulled down, his bare chest warm against Draco’s.
The blonde slowly ground his pelvis upward causing Harry to groan and buck his hips forward uncontrollably. He freed his long legs and wrapped them around Harry’s waist, pressing him even closer.
Harry sucked his fingers into his mouth to ply them with saliva, but Draco stopped him and placed the small, bright box in the limited space between their heads. “Open it.”
“Mwat? Mow?” Harry mumbled ‘round his digits.
“Now.” The wicked gleam in those mercury eyes and the grin on the aristocratic face, which resembled that of a kneazle that had just learned how to open the aviary, convinced Harry to suck his fingers dry and play along.
Inside the box was a glass jar. Harry couldn’t read the label without his glasses, but he could guess what it was. The shimmery cream inside was fragrant and slick as he rubbed a small amount between finger and thumb. It caused his fingertips to tingle slightly as though feathers were playing over them and a thrill passed up his arm which rippled over with goose flesh.
He looked back into his lover’s eyes and found himself wearing an identical, kneazle grin.
“Merry Christmas, Harry.” Draco purred. “Now show me what good manners you have and thank me for the thoughtful gift.” He punctuated his demand with a particularly artful thrust of his hips.
With slicked fingers Harry coated the puckered ring of muscle at Draco’s entrance before gently pushing one into the tight sheath beyond. Draco’s body arched and he let fly a stream of appreciative obscenities. Soon Draco was wantonly fucking himself on three of Harry’s fingers, a pool of pre-cum slowly building on his belly.
He moaned dejectedly when Harry removed them to lubricate his aching prick. The stuff was amazing! It was feathers and breath play and kisses all at once. And that was before it made contact with anything. Harry easily slid his slicked length in to fill Draco, his breath catching and his green eyes bulging at the incredible, indescribable sensation. He froze there, fully seated, battling to regain some control of his body. The two young men panted in unison for a moment before Draco pulled Harry down to claim his lips again. On breaking the kiss he whispered into Harry’s ear certain instructions that caused a bout of incoherency at their lewdness as he again had to pull himself back from the edge.
There was only one thing for it, he’d have to do as he was told. He began an animated rhythm, driving Draco into the thick pile of the carpet. The Slytherin cried out in ecstasy as he moved so each thrust grazed his prostate. With every sensation magnified by the lubricant and the rapid pace it was not long before both wizards succumbed to their pleasure. Harry came into Draco with his name on his lips and rode out his orgasm still thrusting into the slick warmth. Draco’s toes curled as he threw back his head groaning out a string of very positive obscenities, punctuated with Harry’s name and the word ‘yes’. They collapsed into a slick, panting mass of limbs.
“So…” Draco said between gulping air into his lungs. “…do you like it?”
“Best present… all year” came the gasping reply. “I think… I need to practice more… to get… the amount right.” He pulled back to leer ineffectually at his lover.
As Harry reached for his wand near the claw foot of the ‘Comfy Chair’ he finally got a proper look at his Christmas socks. The silver streaks were little lightning bolts. Harry touched his scar and for once it made him smile. At least Dobby thought Draco and he belonged together. It gave him a feeling of warmth and contentment and he silently thanked his little, somewhat annoying friend for the kind gift.
When they were all cleaned up and all the presents were opened they relaxed comfortably with a pot of tea in a litter of ribbons and paper. They had a few hours to laze in the warmth of the fire before they had to dress and get to the Weasley’s. In some unspoken agreement, it ended up they wore one sock each. Harry’s was red. Draco’s was black.