Working for the Holidays - Seven
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alisanneTitle: Working for the Holidays - Seven
Author:alisanne
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 695
Rating: NC-17
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dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Ribbons and Snow by lantern light. This is the next in my Working for the Holidays Series.
The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six.
Warning(s): Mild dub-con? Kinda?
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Working for the Holidays - Seven
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Harry was practically floating as he got ready for bed. Far from having the horrible, lonely day he’d expected, he’d had a brilliant evening with a gorgeous man who made his insides ache. Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy could be so...fascinating?
Relaxed for the first time in weeks, Harry stripped off his robes and the rest of his clothes, humming as he went. He walked past a window, pausing as the view caught his attention. The snow had started up again, and the street lanterns gave it silvery glow as it settled on the ground. He smiled. Maybe I can talk Draco into frolicking outside again tomorrow.
Crawling into bed, he pulled the covers up over his head and closed his eyes. I’m sure to have good dreams tonight, he thought as he drifted off.
Blinking, Harry looked around his sitting room. The floor was covered with ribbons of all shades and lengths.
“Honestly, Potter, this is how you live?”
Slowly turning around, Harry saw Draco standing by the Christmas tree, holding more ribbon. “Er--”
“Very articulate,” sneered Draco. “Clearly I’m in your life to clean things up for you--” He frowned as one of the ribbons began wrapping around his arm. “What in Salazar’s name--?”
Mouth open, Harry watched as the ribbon sped up, wrapping Draco entirely.
“Make it stop!” Draco demanded and then he couldn’t even speak since a ball or ribbon shoved itself in his mouth, acting like a ball-gag.
Harry reached for his wand, surprised to suddenly find himself naked. “Draco, I don’t know what’s-- Oh God!”
While Harry had looked away, the ribbons had managed to suspend Draco from the ceiling. They had also plucked the clothes off his body, leaving them in a pile below him and leaving Draco naked. As Harry watched, ribbon flew out from his legs, spreading them wide as if in invitation.
“Draco, what’s happening?” Harry groaned as he went almost immediately hard.
But Draco, gagged, was unable to speak.
“Oh sorry.” Hurrying towards him, Harry tried to remove some ribbons, only to find that they reaching for him, too, and before he could do anything, they had pulled him against Draco and secured his arms. “Oh fuck.”
Draco mumbled something from behind his ribbon ball-gag.
“What?” Harry asked, shifting to try to put his face closer to Draco’s mouth in order to hear him. “What did you s--?” A ribbon had wrapped itself around his prick and was positioning him to penetrate Draco. “Fuck! Damn, Draco, it’s making me--” He closed his eyes as
Draco moaned long and low as Harry’s cock nudged at his hole. It was not a pained noise. When ribbon surrounded Harry, pulling him flush against Draco, it made him go even deeper, and Draco’s head fell forward.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry gasped as his cock started moving in and out of Draco, the ribbons loosening and tightening to make his hips move.
Draco’s mouth worked and he managed to spit out the ball-gag. “Shut up and fuck me, Potter,” he growled, pressing back against Harry.
Relieved, Harry tried to wrap his arms around Draco and found them loose. Settling his hand on Draco’s hips, Harry steadied himself and began to thrust. The ribbon was suddenly accommodating, allowing him access to Draco’s prick, which it had previously trussed up.
Draco hissed when Harry began stroking him. “Faster--”
Harry sped up, and within moments, pleasure was shooting through him and he was coming, groaning as Draco’s muscles rippled around him.
Gasping, Harry sat up in bed. “Fuck,” he whispered, his heart slowing when he realised it had all been a dream. Some dream.
Disoriented, he glanced at the clock on his nightstand. Six-thirty. Good, I’ve time. Grimacing as shifted out of the sticky sheets, he sighed. Although I’m not sure I’ll be able to face Malfoy after a dream like that.
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Author:
alisannePairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 695
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Ribbons and Snow by lantern light. This is the next in my Working for the Holidays Series. The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six.
Warning(s): Mild dub-con? Kinda?
Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Working for the Holidays - Seven
~
Harry was practically floating as he got ready for bed. Far from having the horrible, lonely day he’d expected, he’d had a brilliant evening with a gorgeous man who made his insides ache. Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy could be so...fascinating?
Relaxed for the first time in weeks, Harry stripped off his robes and the rest of his clothes, humming as he went. He walked past a window, pausing as the view caught his attention. The snow had started up again, and the street lanterns gave it silvery glow as it settled on the ground. He smiled. Maybe I can talk Draco into frolicking outside again tomorrow.
Crawling into bed, he pulled the covers up over his head and closed his eyes. I’m sure to have good dreams tonight, he thought as he drifted off.
Blinking, Harry looked around his sitting room. The floor was covered with ribbons of all shades and lengths.
“Honestly, Potter, this is how you live?”
Slowly turning around, Harry saw Draco standing by the Christmas tree, holding more ribbon. “Er--”
“Very articulate,” sneered Draco. “Clearly I’m in your life to clean things up for you--” He frowned as one of the ribbons began wrapping around his arm. “What in Salazar’s name--?”
Mouth open, Harry watched as the ribbon sped up, wrapping Draco entirely.
“Make it stop!” Draco demanded and then he couldn’t even speak since a ball or ribbon shoved itself in his mouth, acting like a ball-gag.
Harry reached for his wand, surprised to suddenly find himself naked. “Draco, I don’t know what’s-- Oh God!”
While Harry had looked away, the ribbons had managed to suspend Draco from the ceiling. They had also plucked the clothes off his body, leaving them in a pile below him and leaving Draco naked. As Harry watched, ribbon flew out from his legs, spreading them wide as if in invitation.
“Draco, what’s happening?” Harry groaned as he went almost immediately hard.
But Draco, gagged, was unable to speak.
“Oh sorry.” Hurrying towards him, Harry tried to remove some ribbons, only to find that they reaching for him, too, and before he could do anything, they had pulled him against Draco and secured his arms. “Oh fuck.”
Draco mumbled something from behind his ribbon ball-gag.
“What?” Harry asked, shifting to try to put his face closer to Draco’s mouth in order to hear him. “What did you s--?” A ribbon had wrapped itself around his prick and was positioning him to penetrate Draco. “Fuck! Damn, Draco, it’s making me--” He closed his eyes as
Draco moaned long and low as Harry’s cock nudged at his hole. It was not a pained noise. When ribbon surrounded Harry, pulling him flush against Draco, it made him go even deeper, and Draco’s head fell forward.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry gasped as his cock started moving in and out of Draco, the ribbons loosening and tightening to make his hips move.
Draco’s mouth worked and he managed to spit out the ball-gag. “Shut up and fuck me, Potter,” he growled, pressing back against Harry.
Relieved, Harry tried to wrap his arms around Draco and found them loose. Settling his hand on Draco’s hips, Harry steadied himself and began to thrust. The ribbon was suddenly accommodating, allowing him access to Draco’s prick, which it had previously trussed up.
Draco hissed when Harry began stroking him. “Faster--”
Harry sped up, and within moments, pleasure was shooting through him and he was coming, groaning as Draco’s muscles rippled around him.
Gasping, Harry sat up in bed. “Fuck,” he whispered, his heart slowing when he realised it had all been a dream. Some dream.
Disoriented, he glanced at the clock on his nightstand. Six-thirty. Good, I’ve time. Grimacing as shifted out of the sticky sheets, he sighed. Although I’m not sure I’ll be able to face Malfoy after a dream like that.
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