Fic: Mittens
I was planning to post another bit of Samhain with the hope that the Christmas bit might be ready in time, but decided what I had was rather too dark for the festive season. So, instead I bring you something much more fluffy and with boy!smut *grins*. This was also supposed to be ready for Christmas Eve, hence the Night Before Christmas theme, but wasn’t finished in time.
It is based on something I started ages ago after receiving a pair of red fluffy mittens from february_sea and takes place in that now mythical seventh year that all H/D fans still love to dream about. It is also so far from canon that I don’t think it’s even worth me mentioning canon at all, but I think it’s pretty safe to assume that OotP and HBP never existed in what follows.
Mittens is a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has read my stories over the past year. I am pretty hopeless at replying to comments but I avidly read and inwardly digest everything that people say. Your posts and emails have probably been the only things that have kept me sane over the last twelve months.
Mittens
“What’s that?”
Harry glanced briefly at the small package in his hands; it was wrapped in brown paper and tied with a simple piece of string. He glanced back at Draco who was sitting cross-legged on Harry’s bed in the Gryffindor dormitory. “It’s a present.”
“For me? But it isn’t Christmas until tomorrow.”
“It’s not really your Christmas present, just something I found in Hogsmeade this afternoon and thought of you?” Harry sat down on the edge of the narrow bed next to the other boy. “So, here.” He pressed the package into Draco’s hands.
“Thanks.” Draco grabbed at it. If there was one thing that was likely to galvanise the Slytherin, it was presents, especially if they were presents for him. Harry even had a suspicion that Draco sometimes sent things to himself just so he could open things in front of his friends. The blond boy ripped at the package with a fervour that littered the bed with shreds of brown paper. It was a shame that his attention was so fixed on the task of unwrapping because if he’d taken a moment to glance at Harry, he might just have noticed the knowing smile on his face and the evil glint in his green eyes.
The piece of string finally joined the remains of the wrapping and Draco looked from the gift to Harry and back down again. “It’s a scarf.”
“Yes.”
“And gloves.”
“They’re mittens not gloves.” Harry reached out and ran a hand over the soft silky scarf. “I thought you could do with a new scarf.”
“Harry, it might have escaped your attention, but this scarf is yellow and red.”
“Well, I like to think of it as gold and scarlet. Such lovely colours don’t you think.” He picked it up and, holding the two ends, flicked it around Draco’s neck. “And you look so nice in scarlet ... it brings out the colour of your hair and eyes.” Harry tugged gently.
Draco snorted and made to take it off, but Harry kept the tension and the only way he could have escaped was to duck away. “These are Gryffindor colours and there is no way I’m going to go out in public wearing anything associated with that House.”
Harry sighed. “You could always tuck it inside your robes so no one else would see.”
“Sure, Harry. Tell me, would you wear a nice green and silver number?”
“Possibly.” Harry looked down and then back up at Draco, shy adoration in his eyes. The look had the desired effect as Draco flushed a little. “If you asked nicely.” Using the scarf to bring Draco closer, he brushed his lips against Draco’s, feather-light at first then deepening into a long, slow kiss. When he finally pulled away and released his hold on the scarf, he knew that he was a little flushed as well and his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat. “You know, you could try on the mittens ... just to see if they fit.”
Draco scowled. “Mittens are for first years.”
“Go on,” he ran his thumb over Draco’s mouth and along the sharp line of his jaw. “Humour me.”
“But they’re red as well ... red with yellow draw-strings!” The blond’s pout was obvious.
“And no one’s going to see them but me.” Harry cooed softly, his fingers drawing little circles on Draco’s thigh.
“You are going to pay dearly for this, Potter.”
“Oh, I’m sure I will.”
With a final glower, Draco pulled on one of the mittens. He stared at it for a moment before raising his hand and wiggling his fingers inside the woollen mitten. “You’ve been diddled, Harry. Look, there’s no thumb bit.”
“Really?” Trying not to smile, Harry worked hard on his best ‘mildly distressed’ look. He was reminded of a sock glove puppet he’d made when he was about five or six. Dudley wouldn’t let him play with any of his toys, so Harry had improvised. He’d called the sock ‘Binka’ and had hidden it in his cupboard under the stairs so no one could take it away. As Draco wiggled his hand, Harry was very tempted to conjure eyes and a mouth on the mitten. “I wonder how I could have missed that?” He gave an exasperated sigh. “Well, I can get them changed and maybe even change the colour.” Reaching for the other mitten, Harry held it up. “Try this on too ... then at least I know I’ve got the right size.”
Draco huffed, the sound that of exaggerated approval. “Okay, Harry, as it’s you.”
“Thanks.” Harry quickly pulled the second onto Draco’s other hand, watching as he turned his hands back and forth before wiggling both hands at the Gryffindor.
“There ... satisfied?”
“Oh yes.” He grinned at Draco as he pulled his wand from his sleeve and quickly tapped it on the little gold cords. They tightened, tying themselves into neat little bows as Draco stared down at them, eyes opening wider and wider as he suddenly realised that he couldn’t get the mittens off.
Grey eyes blazed as he glared at the other boy. “Potter!” He tugged at the mittens, struggling with no thumbs to pull at the now securely tied cords. It would have been next to impossible for him to undo them even without the charms Harry had just cast.
“Yes?” Harry asked innocently?”
“Untie me.” Draco waved his mitten-clad hands before attempting to undo one of the bows with his teeth.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Harry grinned mischievously. “At least not just yet. I rather like you with your little paws.” He pushed at Draco’s chest, loving the sound of the Slytherin’s little squeal as the unexpected pressure pushed him down onto the bed.
Harry quickly followed, settling on top of Draco, his own hips against Draco’s as the other boy’s legs spread a little to accommodate him. The mittened hands tried to grab at Harry ... his hair, his shoulders, anywhere ... but they couldn’t get any purchase with the lack of thumbs and the snug fitting glove. Quickly Harry pushed at Draco’s arms until they were held against the bed just above his head.
“You see, Draco, you always have to be in charge.” He leaned forward a little and licked carefully at the hollow at the base of Draco’s throat. “Even when I’m inside you, you still have to be the one giving the orders ... telling me what to do ... touching me when it should be the other way round ... and I think it’s time for me to be in control and for your to just enjoy it.”
“Of course I enjoy it, I love it when you fuck me and I don’t take over.” Draco squirmed a little as Harry rocked his hips against the other boy’s. “But I love fucking you as well.” He tried to pull his arms free, but when that didn’t work, he tried to wrap his legs around Harry’s in an effort to increase the pressure between them. “And I just want to touch you.” His voice dropped, the words dripping with honeyed desire. “You know how much you like me touching you.”
“See, you’re doing it right now, trying to take over, and it’s not going to work this time. This time, you’re mine, Draco Malfoy and I’m going to have you.” Harry felt the other boy take a shuddering breath beneath him. “If you don’t behave I might have to use the scarf as well.” He flexed his hips a little, pressing his erection against Draco and was pleased to feel the familiar hardness. “And if you’re a good boy, I just might let you come.”
Draco gave a long, low groan, half frustration and half arousal, as he let his legs drop back to the bed. “You better make this worth my while, Potter.”
“Don’t I always?” Harry shifted slightly, enough to give him access to his boyfriend’s torso and he slid his fingers inside Draco’s shirt, the tips dipping into the little hollow of his navel. He felt the muscles of Draco’s already taut stomach and glanced up briefly to see wicked grey eyes watching him and a licentious smirk on Draco’s face. Quickly he pulled his fingers from inside the shirt and latched them onto a nipple through the material as he leaned in to kiss away that smirk.
Harry licked briefly at Draco’s lips and was rewarded by the mouth opening beneath his. His hand flattened on Draco’s chest, fingertips twitching in time with the kiss as it deepened. He could taste the Firewhisky they had shared earlier and he sucked briefly on Draco’s tongue as it darted into his mouth.
When they finally pulled apart Draco was clutching at Harry’s hair as best he could through one mitten while the other rested on the back of his neck, the fluffy wool tickling his skin. He looked down at Draco, noting that now there was hardly any grey visible in those lust filled eyes and he had, indeed, wiped the smirk from those now swollen red lips.
He pressed his hard cock against Draco’s leg, desperate to relieve the pressure he could feel building. He wanted to feel Draco’s hands on him and for a moment wondered whether this whole plan might not be such a good idea after all; he was going to come without anyone touching him if he didn’t toss off Draco quickly. But he wanted to hear Draco beg and plead for it, and he wanted to see those eyes lose their focus when Draco came. He loved it when he managed to get through the aloof exterior that Draco showed to the world ... loved to watch as he made the Slytherin fall to pieces bit by tiny bit until Draco was nothing but a trembling weight in his arms.
Shifting slightly, Harry rested the palm of his hand over the bulge in his lover’s trousers and was rewarded by the flick of Draco’s hips as he pushed up into the hand.
“Do you know how beautiful you are when you’re ready to come?” Harry whispered. “How your eyes glint and your mouth just cries to be taken?”
If Draco had an answer, it was lost as Harry leaned forward and sucked hard at his nipple through the material of his shirt. He could feel the nipple harden as he worked it and Draco’s low growl of pleasure reverberated through his body, rumbling against Harry’s mouth as he sucked.
As he attacked the other nipple in the same way, Harry’s fingers groped for the button on the waistband of Draco’s trousers. He quickly unfastened it before tugging at the zip and pushing his hand inside. Draco gave a mew of pleasure as Harry took hold of hot hard flesh and squeezed gently.
Finally letting go of the nipple, Harry smiled down at Draco. “I love you with your little red paws, Kitty.” He licked quickly at Draco’s earlobe, sucking it into his mouth before whispering, “maybe I will have to get you some little kitty feet and perhaps a tail as well.” He fisted Draco’s cock, letting the wetness of precome slick the movement.
“I’m not a cat,” Draco huffed in annoyance even as he pawed at Harry.
“Really?” Harry tweaked the head of Draco’s erection and was rewarded by another mew. “Well, you certainly hissed and scratched like an angry tomcat a few nights ago.”
“That was Weasley’s fault ... you heard what the Weasel said to me.”
“But it was me who ended up with the scratch marks, not him.” He pulled his hand out from Draco’s trousers and smirked as Draco moaned in annoyance at the lack of contact. “And I so much prefer you as a little kitty.”
The grey/black eyes suddenly glinted with malevolence. “Kittens scratch as well, Potter.”
“Oh, I have no doubt of that.” Harry scrambled down the bed and grabbed at Draco’s trousers, tugging them over the other boy’s hips without any ceremony. He pulled them down to just below Draco’s knees but left them there before attacking the tight-fitting briefs. Draco’s hard erection sprang free as Harry tugged. “Do you know there’s a Muggle nursery rhyme about kittens and mittens?”
Draco had pushed himself up onto his elbows and was now looking down his own body at Harry, who had dropped down next to his legs and was currently reaching for his balls. “I don’t give a fuck about anything Muggle at the moment.”
Harry squeezed gently at Draco, one finger reaching behind to press on the sensitive perineum. The sound of Draco’s hiss of pleasure almost made him come there and then. He could feel the head of his own cock rubbing against the confines of his underwear and if his hands weren’t already full with Draco, he would have reached into touch himself.
“The rhyme goes something like this.” He licked at the moisture flowing from the slit in Draco’s cock, tonguing the little opening to get more of the liquid. God, how he loved the way Draco tasted ... all of his tastes from everywhere on and in his body. “Three little kittens, they lost their mittens and they began to cry.” He sucked the swollen head into his mouth as if he were sucking on a lollypop and then let go with a lick of his lips. “Oh, mother, dear, we sadly fear, our mittens we have lost.”
“Harry....”
He licked at the underside, from root to tip. “What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens, then you shall have no pie.”
“Harry ... please....”
“Meow, meow, then you shall have no pie.” Harry sucked first one and then the other ball into his mouth, rolling each around with his tongue as Draco squirmed beneath him, both paws trying to clutch at Harry and pull him closer.
When he finally let go with an audible pop, one finger crept lower, fingering against Draco’s opening.
“The three little kittens, they found their mittens and they began to cry.” Harry’s finger slid in up to the first knuckle and he felt Draco bear down as if attempting to take more of the finger inside of him. “Oh, mother, dear, see here, see here, our mittens we have found.”
“Fuck, Harry, please....”
“What, found your mittens, then you're good kittens and you shall have some pie. Purr-rr, purr-rr.” Harry took as much of Draco’s delicious hard length into his mouth as he could and sucked hard, making purring sounds that vibrated around his throat. Draco came with a cry, thrusting into Harry’s mouth as Harry flexed his finger just a little deeper, all the time purring like the cat that had finally managed to get the cream.
As Draco’s thrusting finally dissipated, Harry crawled back up the other boy’s body and licked first at a drop of moisture pooled in the hollow of Draco’s throat and then at his mouth. Draco accepted the kiss with quiet adoration, his tongue tasting himself in Harry’s mouth as Harry finally came with a quiet calmness he’d never experienced before.
Sated and trembling in the afterglow of his orgasm, Harry finally pulled back and snuggled into the crook of Draco’s neck. Arms enfolded him and he felt the warm paw stroke gently up and down his spine. Then, with a contented sigh he whispered against warm skin. “Purr-rr, purr-rr, then you shall have some pie, my love, you shall have some pie.”
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26th December 2005
It is based on something I started ages ago after receiving a pair of red fluffy mittens from february_sea and takes place in that now mythical seventh year that all H/D fans still love to dream about. It is also so far from canon that I don’t think it’s even worth me mentioning canon at all, but I think it’s pretty safe to assume that OotP and HBP never existed in what follows.
Mittens is a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has read my stories over the past year. I am pretty hopeless at replying to comments but I avidly read and inwardly digest everything that people say. Your posts and emails have probably been the only things that have kept me sane over the last twelve months.
Mittens
“What’s that?”
Harry glanced briefly at the small package in his hands; it was wrapped in brown paper and tied with a simple piece of string. He glanced back at Draco who was sitting cross-legged on Harry’s bed in the Gryffindor dormitory. “It’s a present.”
“For me? But it isn’t Christmas until tomorrow.”
“It’s not really your Christmas present, just something I found in Hogsmeade this afternoon and thought of you?” Harry sat down on the edge of the narrow bed next to the other boy. “So, here.” He pressed the package into Draco’s hands.
“Thanks.” Draco grabbed at it. If there was one thing that was likely to galvanise the Slytherin, it was presents, especially if they were presents for him. Harry even had a suspicion that Draco sometimes sent things to himself just so he could open things in front of his friends. The blond boy ripped at the package with a fervour that littered the bed with shreds of brown paper. It was a shame that his attention was so fixed on the task of unwrapping because if he’d taken a moment to glance at Harry, he might just have noticed the knowing smile on his face and the evil glint in his green eyes.
The piece of string finally joined the remains of the wrapping and Draco looked from the gift to Harry and back down again. “It’s a scarf.”
“Yes.”
“And gloves.”
“They’re mittens not gloves.” Harry reached out and ran a hand over the soft silky scarf. “I thought you could do with a new scarf.”
“Harry, it might have escaped your attention, but this scarf is yellow and red.”
“Well, I like to think of it as gold and scarlet. Such lovely colours don’t you think.” He picked it up and, holding the two ends, flicked it around Draco’s neck. “And you look so nice in scarlet ... it brings out the colour of your hair and eyes.” Harry tugged gently.
Draco snorted and made to take it off, but Harry kept the tension and the only way he could have escaped was to duck away. “These are Gryffindor colours and there is no way I’m going to go out in public wearing anything associated with that House.”
Harry sighed. “You could always tuck it inside your robes so no one else would see.”
“Sure, Harry. Tell me, would you wear a nice green and silver number?”
“Possibly.” Harry looked down and then back up at Draco, shy adoration in his eyes. The look had the desired effect as Draco flushed a little. “If you asked nicely.” Using the scarf to bring Draco closer, he brushed his lips against Draco’s, feather-light at first then deepening into a long, slow kiss. When he finally pulled away and released his hold on the scarf, he knew that he was a little flushed as well and his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat. “You know, you could try on the mittens ... just to see if they fit.”
Draco scowled. “Mittens are for first years.”
“Go on,” he ran his thumb over Draco’s mouth and along the sharp line of his jaw. “Humour me.”
“But they’re red as well ... red with yellow draw-strings!” The blond’s pout was obvious.
“And no one’s going to see them but me.” Harry cooed softly, his fingers drawing little circles on Draco’s thigh.
“You are going to pay dearly for this, Potter.”
“Oh, I’m sure I will.”
With a final glower, Draco pulled on one of the mittens. He stared at it for a moment before raising his hand and wiggling his fingers inside the woollen mitten. “You’ve been diddled, Harry. Look, there’s no thumb bit.”
“Really?” Trying not to smile, Harry worked hard on his best ‘mildly distressed’ look. He was reminded of a sock glove puppet he’d made when he was about five or six. Dudley wouldn’t let him play with any of his toys, so Harry had improvised. He’d called the sock ‘Binka’ and had hidden it in his cupboard under the stairs so no one could take it away. As Draco wiggled his hand, Harry was very tempted to conjure eyes and a mouth on the mitten. “I wonder how I could have missed that?” He gave an exasperated sigh. “Well, I can get them changed and maybe even change the colour.” Reaching for the other mitten, Harry held it up. “Try this on too ... then at least I know I’ve got the right size.”
Draco huffed, the sound that of exaggerated approval. “Okay, Harry, as it’s you.”
“Thanks.” Harry quickly pulled the second onto Draco’s other hand, watching as he turned his hands back and forth before wiggling both hands at the Gryffindor.
“There ... satisfied?”
“Oh yes.” He grinned at Draco as he pulled his wand from his sleeve and quickly tapped it on the little gold cords. They tightened, tying themselves into neat little bows as Draco stared down at them, eyes opening wider and wider as he suddenly realised that he couldn’t get the mittens off.
Grey eyes blazed as he glared at the other boy. “Potter!” He tugged at the mittens, struggling with no thumbs to pull at the now securely tied cords. It would have been next to impossible for him to undo them even without the charms Harry had just cast.
“Yes?” Harry asked innocently?”
“Untie me.” Draco waved his mitten-clad hands before attempting to undo one of the bows with his teeth.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Harry grinned mischievously. “At least not just yet. I rather like you with your little paws.” He pushed at Draco’s chest, loving the sound of the Slytherin’s little squeal as the unexpected pressure pushed him down onto the bed.
Harry quickly followed, settling on top of Draco, his own hips against Draco’s as the other boy’s legs spread a little to accommodate him. The mittened hands tried to grab at Harry ... his hair, his shoulders, anywhere ... but they couldn’t get any purchase with the lack of thumbs and the snug fitting glove. Quickly Harry pushed at Draco’s arms until they were held against the bed just above his head.
“You see, Draco, you always have to be in charge.” He leaned forward a little and licked carefully at the hollow at the base of Draco’s throat. “Even when I’m inside you, you still have to be the one giving the orders ... telling me what to do ... touching me when it should be the other way round ... and I think it’s time for me to be in control and for your to just enjoy it.”
“Of course I enjoy it, I love it when you fuck me and I don’t take over.” Draco squirmed a little as Harry rocked his hips against the other boy’s. “But I love fucking you as well.” He tried to pull his arms free, but when that didn’t work, he tried to wrap his legs around Harry’s in an effort to increase the pressure between them. “And I just want to touch you.” His voice dropped, the words dripping with honeyed desire. “You know how much you like me touching you.”
“See, you’re doing it right now, trying to take over, and it’s not going to work this time. This time, you’re mine, Draco Malfoy and I’m going to have you.” Harry felt the other boy take a shuddering breath beneath him. “If you don’t behave I might have to use the scarf as well.” He flexed his hips a little, pressing his erection against Draco and was pleased to feel the familiar hardness. “And if you’re a good boy, I just might let you come.”
Draco gave a long, low groan, half frustration and half arousal, as he let his legs drop back to the bed. “You better make this worth my while, Potter.”
“Don’t I always?” Harry shifted slightly, enough to give him access to his boyfriend’s torso and he slid his fingers inside Draco’s shirt, the tips dipping into the little hollow of his navel. He felt the muscles of Draco’s already taut stomach and glanced up briefly to see wicked grey eyes watching him and a licentious smirk on Draco’s face. Quickly he pulled his fingers from inside the shirt and latched them onto a nipple through the material as he leaned in to kiss away that smirk.
Harry licked briefly at Draco’s lips and was rewarded by the mouth opening beneath his. His hand flattened on Draco’s chest, fingertips twitching in time with the kiss as it deepened. He could taste the Firewhisky they had shared earlier and he sucked briefly on Draco’s tongue as it darted into his mouth.
When they finally pulled apart Draco was clutching at Harry’s hair as best he could through one mitten while the other rested on the back of his neck, the fluffy wool tickling his skin. He looked down at Draco, noting that now there was hardly any grey visible in those lust filled eyes and he had, indeed, wiped the smirk from those now swollen red lips.
He pressed his hard cock against Draco’s leg, desperate to relieve the pressure he could feel building. He wanted to feel Draco’s hands on him and for a moment wondered whether this whole plan might not be such a good idea after all; he was going to come without anyone touching him if he didn’t toss off Draco quickly. But he wanted to hear Draco beg and plead for it, and he wanted to see those eyes lose their focus when Draco came. He loved it when he managed to get through the aloof exterior that Draco showed to the world ... loved to watch as he made the Slytherin fall to pieces bit by tiny bit until Draco was nothing but a trembling weight in his arms.
Shifting slightly, Harry rested the palm of his hand over the bulge in his lover’s trousers and was rewarded by the flick of Draco’s hips as he pushed up into the hand.
“Do you know how beautiful you are when you’re ready to come?” Harry whispered. “How your eyes glint and your mouth just cries to be taken?”
If Draco had an answer, it was lost as Harry leaned forward and sucked hard at his nipple through the material of his shirt. He could feel the nipple harden as he worked it and Draco’s low growl of pleasure reverberated through his body, rumbling against Harry’s mouth as he sucked.
As he attacked the other nipple in the same way, Harry’s fingers groped for the button on the waistband of Draco’s trousers. He quickly unfastened it before tugging at the zip and pushing his hand inside. Draco gave a mew of pleasure as Harry took hold of hot hard flesh and squeezed gently.
Finally letting go of the nipple, Harry smiled down at Draco. “I love you with your little red paws, Kitty.” He licked quickly at Draco’s earlobe, sucking it into his mouth before whispering, “maybe I will have to get you some little kitty feet and perhaps a tail as well.” He fisted Draco’s cock, letting the wetness of precome slick the movement.
“I’m not a cat,” Draco huffed in annoyance even as he pawed at Harry.
“Really?” Harry tweaked the head of Draco’s erection and was rewarded by another mew. “Well, you certainly hissed and scratched like an angry tomcat a few nights ago.”
“That was Weasley’s fault ... you heard what the Weasel said to me.”
“But it was me who ended up with the scratch marks, not him.” He pulled his hand out from Draco’s trousers and smirked as Draco moaned in annoyance at the lack of contact. “And I so much prefer you as a little kitty.”
The grey/black eyes suddenly glinted with malevolence. “Kittens scratch as well, Potter.”
“Oh, I have no doubt of that.” Harry scrambled down the bed and grabbed at Draco’s trousers, tugging them over the other boy’s hips without any ceremony. He pulled them down to just below Draco’s knees but left them there before attacking the tight-fitting briefs. Draco’s hard erection sprang free as Harry tugged. “Do you know there’s a Muggle nursery rhyme about kittens and mittens?”
Draco had pushed himself up onto his elbows and was now looking down his own body at Harry, who had dropped down next to his legs and was currently reaching for his balls. “I don’t give a fuck about anything Muggle at the moment.”
Harry squeezed gently at Draco, one finger reaching behind to press on the sensitive perineum. The sound of Draco’s hiss of pleasure almost made him come there and then. He could feel the head of his own cock rubbing against the confines of his underwear and if his hands weren’t already full with Draco, he would have reached into touch himself.
“The rhyme goes something like this.” He licked at the moisture flowing from the slit in Draco’s cock, tonguing the little opening to get more of the liquid. God, how he loved the way Draco tasted ... all of his tastes from everywhere on and in his body. “Three little kittens, they lost their mittens and they began to cry.” He sucked the swollen head into his mouth as if he were sucking on a lollypop and then let go with a lick of his lips. “Oh, mother, dear, we sadly fear, our mittens we have lost.”
“Harry....”
He licked at the underside, from root to tip. “What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens, then you shall have no pie.”
“Harry ... please....”
“Meow, meow, then you shall have no pie.” Harry sucked first one and then the other ball into his mouth, rolling each around with his tongue as Draco squirmed beneath him, both paws trying to clutch at Harry and pull him closer.
When he finally let go with an audible pop, one finger crept lower, fingering against Draco’s opening.
“The three little kittens, they found their mittens and they began to cry.” Harry’s finger slid in up to the first knuckle and he felt Draco bear down as if attempting to take more of the finger inside of him. “Oh, mother, dear, see here, see here, our mittens we have found.”
“Fuck, Harry, please....”
“What, found your mittens, then you're good kittens and you shall have some pie. Purr-rr, purr-rr.” Harry took as much of Draco’s delicious hard length into his mouth as he could and sucked hard, making purring sounds that vibrated around his throat. Draco came with a cry, thrusting into Harry’s mouth as Harry flexed his finger just a little deeper, all the time purring like the cat that had finally managed to get the cream.
As Draco’s thrusting finally dissipated, Harry crawled back up the other boy’s body and licked first at a drop of moisture pooled in the hollow of Draco’s throat and then at his mouth. Draco accepted the kiss with quiet adoration, his tongue tasting himself in Harry’s mouth as Harry finally came with a quiet calmness he’d never experienced before.
Sated and trembling in the afterglow of his orgasm, Harry finally pulled back and snuggled into the crook of Draco’s neck. Arms enfolded him and he felt the warm paw stroke gently up and down his spine. Then, with a contented sigh he whispered against warm skin. “Purr-rr, purr-rr, then you shall have some pie, my love, you shall have some pie.”
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26th December 2005