A Very Shiny Nose
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Title: A Very Shiny Nose Follows Sleigh Bells in the Snow
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 830
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ AdventDrabbles #26 - Midnight Mass
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2016 #26 - Lucius as Santa
Summary: After a busy day, Harry and Draco relax the old-fashioned way.
It was late when Harry and Draco stepped out of the Floo at Grimmauld Place. Chewy greeted them with happy barks, and Harry took the dog out to do his business. By the time he returned, Draco was busy making hot chocolate.
Draco poured half into the mug he'd won as a prize, and the other half went into the upside down snowman mug that Harry had claimed, after Draco accidentally left it behind when they went to the Notts'. Draco shared his marshmallows with Harry, but he kept the peppermint stick to himself.
Harry made a face at Draco and got a candy cane out of the cupboard to stir his hot chocolate with. They settled in the front room, with Chewy at their feet. He had finally defeated his new duck toy, and he gnawed on it quietly.
Draco sighed and leaned his head back. "It was a fun day, but I appreciate these quiet moments."
Harry relaxed back against the sofa and stretched his legs out. "How did you and your parents celebrate Christmas?"
"The weeks leading up to Christmas were a whirl of decorating and social engagements," Draco replied. "However, Christmas Eve and Christmas morning were just for us. We would attend a midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, which Mum says I invariably slept through. By the time we returned home, I'd have a second wind and want to stay up all night to see Father Christmas."
Harry chuckled at that, imagining Draco as a little blond hellion who badgered his parents to let him stay up.
"In the morning," Draco continued, "Mum would let me come downstairs in my pyjamas. Father would be dressed as Santa Claus, complete with a red velvet jacket and the red hat."
At this, Harry laughed outright. "I'm trying to picture Lucius as Santa," he said.
"I always knew it was him, of course," said Draco. "He would hand out gifts to me and Mum before opening his own. Those were the good days, before the return of..."
"Yeah," said Harry, when Draco's voice trailed off. He drained the last of his hot chocolate. Harry draped his hand over Draco's leg, fingertips stroking his inner thigh. "Let's go up to bed," he husked.
Draco arched a brow. "It's too early for sleep."
"Who said anything about sleeping?" Harry countered, giving Draco's thigh a squeeze. "I find I'm suddenly hungry for carrots."
~*~
They stripped down to their silly snowman pants in the privacy of Harry's bedroom.
Draco looked back and forth between their erect carrot noses and snorted with laughter. "I reckon if this doesn't put me off of sex, nothing will."
Harry leered and stroked his carrot. "On the bed, Frosty," he said.
Draco dropped across it, plumping the pillows so he could be propped up as he reclined. "Do you plan to play with your own carrot all night?"
Harry joined him on the bed and crouched over Draco. His expression was predatory as he took Draco's carrot in hand. Draco gasped, and his hips lifted. Harry leaned forward and nuzzled the carrot pouch that contained his boyfriend's cock.
"Soft," he murmured.
"Let's...mm...let's take these off," Draco murmured.
"In a minute," said Harry. He mouthed Draco's cock through the material, nose wrinkling a bit as he did so. He'd rather have Draco's bare cock in his mouth, but this was fun in its own way.
Draco shifted restlessly beneath him. He fisted his hands in Harry's hair and seemed to vacillate between pulling him closer or pushing him away.
"Harry, I don't...don't want to come in these...these bloody pants."
Harry took pity on him. He sat back, grasped the elastic band of Draco's pants and dragged them slowly down. It was a bit more difficult to extricate Draco's erect prick from its carrot prison, but Harry eventually succeeded. He dropped Draco's pants on the floor and rose to his knees. Harry took his own carrot cock in hand and asked, "Shall I shag you with this?"
"Absolutely not!"
Harry laughed and tossed Draco a bottle of lube. "Get ready, while I get out of these bloody pants."
By the time Harry managed to carefully remove his snowman pants, Draco was fingering himself open, while squirming on the bed. Harry threw his pants aside, not caring where they ended up. "Enough," he rasped, stilling Draco's hand.
Draco stopped what he was doing and reached for Harry's cock. He wiped excess lubricant up and down Harry's shaft, then guided him into position. Harry flexed his hips, joining their bodies intimately. He paused to give Draco a chance to adjust, then Harry pushed forward until their groins were pressed together.
He looked down and smiled. Draco was flushed with desire, and his pupils were dilated. "Happy Christmas, Draco," Harry murmured.
"I'll be happier if you start moving."
Harry didn't mind taking orders. If he could spend the rest of his life taking orders from Draco, he'd be the happiest person alive.
Comfort and Joy