Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: purplefluffycat
From: eeyore9990

Title: A Moment On The Lips
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Rating: Mature
Kinks/Themes Included: Admiration of weight gain
Other Warnings/Content: desk!sex, inappropriate sexual relations between Ministry personnel (could possibly be seen as abuse of authority but seriously, it's not), mild food!porn, purposefully unhealthy dining habits
Word Count: ~3000
Summary/Description: The battle-hardened Auror Harry remembered had gone soft from years of political battles conducted over rich food and conference tables. He eschewed robes in favor of a more Muggle-friendly suit and tie combo, but where the suit would have lay flat on him years earlier, it bulged at the waist and sat just a shade too tight around Kingsley's neck.

Or

Harry woos Kingsley with greasy, fattening lunches for Reasons.

Author's Notes:
Dear recipient,

I never get to write new-to-me kinks anymore, so THANK YOU for this opportunity. I really, desperately hope I've done your prompt justice. There's not as much self-consciousness as I was planning, but Kingsley's kind of a self-assured guy.

Happy Kinky Kristmas!



Harry sat down at the long conference table, smiling politely at the older wizards who filed in, all heads of their respective departments. Harry, Deputy Head if the Auror Corps, was attending the meeting in place of Head Auror Jacobs, whose youngest child was sick with Dragon Pox.

A hidden door along one wall opened to show the Minister for Magic's secretary, who held up a finger for patience as he hurriedly mumbled notes into a quick-quotes quill. "Sorry, gents," he said, sounding slightly breathless. "Minister Shacklebolt will be along in a moment. He got tied up on a Floo call with the Bulgarian Minister."

Harry felt himself relaxing at just the mention of Kingsley's name. He'd always got on well with the ex-Auror, and had never felt like he was being patronized or condescended to by him.

But when the door swung agape, so did Harry's jaw.

Due to long work hours, a stubborn contingent of Dark wizards--hold outs who thought Voldemort would rise for a third time--and life in general, it had been more than a year since Harry had last seen Kingsley. It stood to reason he never saw pictures of him in the Daily Prophet, because Harry refused to purchase that rag.

And The Quibbler was more interested in splunkdoodles and nargles than wizarding politics.

Kingsley had...changed. A lot. The battle-hardened Auror Harry remembered had gone soft from years of political battles conducted over rich food and conference tables. He eschewed robes in favor of a more Muggle-friendly suit and tie combo, but where the suit would have lay flat on him years earlier, it bulged at the waist and sat just a shade too tight around Kingsley's neck.

Harry swallowed roughly, shifting back in his chair as he allowed his gaze to linger. He licked his lips as he took in the new roundness of Kingsley's face and the stretch of material across shoulders that looked almost delectably soft. And the way his suit coat strained at the waist nearly had Harry reaching to adjust himself in his trousers.

"Harry!"

Blinking lust-bleary eyes back into focus, Harry grinned and stood to shake Kingsley's hand as the Minister came around the long conference table toward him. Kingsley's fingers wrapping around his... Harry nearly gurgled his appreciation. The skin was soft, with an extra layer under it that had Harry distractedly smoothing his thumb over the back of Kingsley's hand. But the strength within Kingsley's grip still hinted at power held in check.

God, Harry had never wanted someone to hold him down and fuck him so hard in his life. And he'd been a teenager once.

Before his lack of response could stretch into the awkward zone, Harry cleared his throat and said, "Minister. It's good to see you again, sir."

Kingsley smiled, a flash of teeth that was as genuine as ever, lacking the practiced falsity of political smarm. "It's been too long, Harry, but surely you remember my name."

"Of course," Harry grinned. "Minister."

Kingsley threw back his head and laughed, a deep, rolling sound that sucked the air from Harry's lungs. Tightening his grip on Harry's hand momentarily, Kingsley pulled him forward and murmured, "Come to my office after? I'd like to catch up, and Jacobs never gives me a satisfying report."

"Of course. I'll bring lunch."

Kingsley nodded once before slipping away to greet the rest of the room, leaving Harry to sink into his plush seat. He set a quick quotes quill to parchment, knowing he'd never be able to pay attention to the meeting, what with the promising allure of being alone with Kingsley to look forward to.

Lunch with Kingsley. An opportunity to watch him eat, watch that mouth stretch wide, watch him lick lips shiny with fluid, watch his throat work to swallow every bit. Harry stifled a moan behind his teeth, then shifted in his seat and forced himself to pay attention.

It was a very long meeting.

~*~

Harry placed the grease-spotted paper bags stuffed with fish and chips on the wide, mahogany desk before pulling his own bag closer. Ripping the paper down the sides and spreading it out into a makeshift plate, he looked up at the sound of Kingsley entering the room.

"I swear you're a godsend. I know we've only been doing this for a few weeks, but I have no idea how I survived before you started taking lunch with me," Kingsley said, rubbing one hand wearily over his shaved head. "What's on the menu for today?"

"Fish and chips from that place just down from the Leaky," Harry said, shoving a chip in his mouth to forestall any drool that might form at the mere sight of Kingsley.

Kingsley, who had already removed his suit jacket and tie, had yet to unbutton his top button, though his thick fingers were already reaching for it. Harry let the bit of fish he'd picked up fall back to the paper, blinking as he watched Kingsley's fingers pressing into the flesh at his throat, twisting just a bit to pop the button loose. As it slipped through the button hole, Harry released the breath he'd been holding and dropped his eyes to his food.

Harry's afternoons with Kingsley were becoming an issue for him, an issue that no amount of frantic, after-work wanking could cure. It had surprised him, the first time he'd noticed his instinctive appreciation for the new weight the people around him put on. When he'd met Neville for drinks after completing his grueling three month Auror training, Harry had nearly lost his breath at the new, healthy roundness of Neville's cheeks. Then there had been Lee, and Hannah, and Parvati, who'd all gained at least a stone or two in the years following the Battle for Hogwarts.

And it had slowly settled in Harry's consciousness, the reason for it all.

Back then, during the war, they'd all been half-starved, fighting for their lives or hiding from the Death Eaters, and it had shown in hollowed cheeks and want-dark eyes. Seeing the healthy flush of life in hearty flesh struck an instinctive chord within Harry, and his body began to react to that in increasingly obvious ways until now, when the mere sight of Kingsley's thick fingers was enough to make Harry want to drop to his knees in appreciation.

Lost in contemplation, he reached a shaky hand toward his frothy glass of butterbeer, ignoring the bit that spilled over and dripped onto his thumb as he brought the charm-cooled glass to his lips. If he couldn't get a handle on his overwrought lust for the Minister of fucking Magic, he'd likely get canned for walking around the Ministry every afternoon with a raging hard on.

Not to mention the death by embarrassment when Kingsley inevitably booted him from the office--and their lunches--for his completely inappropriate attraction. Harry sighed in distress at the thought while sucking the spilled butterbeer from his thumb.

Harry looked up when Kingsley made a low noise, his jaw dropping when Kingsley hurriedly shoved a piece of golden fried fish into his mouth, his white teeth sinking into the flaky crust. Kingsley made another sound that went straight to Harry's cock before he closed his lips, his expression smoothing out into one of bliss as he chewed. Grease shined on his lips and a tiny crumb of fried batter stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Harry wanted to lick it off. The grease, the crumb...all of it. And then he wanted to strip Kingsley's clothes off and lick every inch of him. Feast on him. Because all the lunches in the world were no longer enough to sate Harry's appetite. Especially when Kingsley made ridiculously appreciative noises while eating the food Harry provided for him.

It was addictive.

Focused as he was on Kingsley's mouth, Harry couldn't miss the slight frown that pulled at his lips. "What's wrong?"

Kingsley looked up, a brief smile flitting over his face before he shook his head. "Nothing, really. Just thinking of all the exercise I've been putting off. I need to lose weight and--"

"No."

Kingsley looked as shocked as Harry felt at not only the interruption but the heartbreak contained in that small word. "It's not that I want to stop having lunch together, Harry. Never that. I just need to get back in shape, is all."

Harry stared down at his lunch and shrugged before peeking back up at Kingsley. "If it matters, I think you look...great." And then he just wanted to knock his own face into the dark wood surface of the desk because honestly, could he sound more like a breathless, giddy teenager?

The silence that engulfed the room after Harry's pronouncement was thick enough to choke on. Or perhaps that was the utter humiliation he was drowning in.

Trying to salvage the situation, Harry spoke quickly. "I mean, you look really fantastic, very...handsome and...gorgeous. Gorgeously stately! Like a Minister! Not...not like Fudge or Scrimgeour. Uh. I just mean, if people were to think about the way a Minister for Magic should look, they'd definitely picture you. Stately. And handsome."

Standing quickly, Harry forced a bright smile to his face and gathered up his lunch, wrapping it all together in the grease spotted brown paper. "Sorry! You just...I...work! I should get back to work."

But Kingsley was standing as well, locking all exits with a quick spell. "Harry?"

Harry turned toward the door because, really, what the hell else was he meant to do? "Uh, so... Right. I--"

The weight of Kingsley's hand landing on his shoulder really should not have sent so many butterflies flitting about in his stomach, but Harry's libido apparently hadn't got the memo that it had no reason for excitement. With a shaky inhalation, Harry steeled himself and turned around. "I'm sor--"

Kingsley's lips cut off his apology, and Harry couldn't stop the moan that rumbled from his throat. Their lips slid together, Harry licking lightly at the bit of salt that clung to Kingsley's bottom lip. He gripped Kingsley's wide shoulders and felt himself pulled into the soft-hard cushion of Kingsley's chest.

Breaking their kiss, Kingsley trailed his lips to Harry's ear and whispered, "Beautiful," to which Harry could only laugh, high and thready.

"No," he said, dipping his head to lick at the underside of Kingsley's jaw. "Have you seen yourself? God, I just want..."

"What?"

"All of you." Harry licked a path down Kingsley's neck, tasting the spice of his aftershave before dipping down to kiss the tiny bit of skin showing through the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. He stopped there, breathing Kingsley in, fingers squeezing and relaxing on Kingsley's shoulders as he tried to rein in his impulse to rip the bloody shirt off Kingsley's chest.

"Did you slip some Felix Felicis into my lunch?" Kingsley asked, his voice a low murmur of humour as he smoothed his palms up and down Harry's back. "There's no way I'm lucky enough to--"

This time it was Harry cutting Kingsley off with a judicious application of his lips. He licked into Kingsley's mouth, one hand going up to grasp the back of his neck to hold him in place. "Nothing to do with luck," he whispered into Kingsley's mouth. "I've sat here stewing in completely inappropriate arousal every day for the past few weeks. I'm surprised I didn't explode before now."

"Inappropriate?" Kingsley sounded slightly miffed at Harry's word choice.

"Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but you're my boss." Harry shrugged. "'M pretty sure it was covered in training, or at least heavily implied, that 'm not supposed to attack my boss with my mouth, no matter how sexy he is."

"Mmm, but what if it's your boss who attacks first?"

"Y'know, seems we've a better chance at plausible deniability if we don't spend the next ten minutes discussing HR issues. So. D'you mind fucking me then? Only I do have to get back to work in an hour..."

No one ever said Harry's plans were elegant, but judging by the way Kingsley's eyes darkened at Harry's questioned, this one was successful.

Eyes tracking down to Harry's mouth, Kingsley shook his head slowly. "An hour won't be long enough. Luckily, I'm the Minister. I'll write you a note."

Harry's laugh was swallowed by Kingsley's next kiss. Their clothing disappeared so fast, Harry would have been sure magic was involved except for how he sort of remembered hearing the sound of fabric ripping and the ping of buttons hitting the floor.

Damn. He was probably going to owe Kingsley a new shirt. Oh well, he thought, pulling back from Kingsley enough to watch in fascination as his own hands moved over Kingsley's chest. He pressed his thumbs into Kingsley's nipples, feeling the give of soft flesh under his touch and dragging a moan from Kingsley in the process.

"You mentioned...fucking?"

"Mmm." Harry couldn't pay any mind to words right then, absorbed as he was in touching every bit of Kingsley that he could. So when Kingsley began edging them around the large desk, Harry just went with it, dropping his head to suck one of the nipples he's been tormenting with his fingers. And then he sucked harder, tonguing at the flesh that filled his mouth.

Something banged in the room, but Harry ignored it, absorbed as he was in grabbing and squeezing handfuls of Kingsley's arse and licking stripes over his chest. When his hands were knocked away, he growled his disapproval but then the world was spinning and he found himself draped face first over Kingsley's desk. Kingsley's rather empty desk.

Well, that explained the noise.

Kingsley's fingers, slick with lube, slid between his arsecheeks, his other hand urging Harry's leg up until his knee was propped atop the desk. And then Harry began to lose time, because Kingsley was fucking into him with his thick, blunt-tipped fingers, crooking them and twisting them until Harry was keening, desperate for more. When he finally felt Kingsley step up closer behind him, Harry shook his head, words stuttering through a parched throat.

"Wait! I want...let me turn around. Want to see you."

"Harry," Kingsley started, then stopped, and something about the quality of his voice made Harry twist about, fingers digging into the soft layers of Kingsley's hips as he dragged him forward.

"I want you," Harry said, not bothering to whisper. He looked directly into Kingsley's eyes, brow set with determination. "I want all of you. As much as you'll let me have."

Chuckling, Kingsley shook his head again and said, "I refuse to point out the ridiculousness of you wanting me, since it's to my benefit."

Harry swept his hands up over as much of Kingsley as he could reach, paying special attention to every delectable handful. "Nothing ridiculous about it. You're beautiful."

Something he'd said, or maybe something about the way in which he'd said it, made Kingsley's eyes flare with renewed heat. He grabbed Harry, hoisting him onto the desk, his arse right at the edge, as he moved between Harry's splayed thighs and sucked at Harry's bottom lip.

Harry gasped, the lust that had settled for a moment spreading through his veins again like fiendfyre. He reached out eagerly, smoothing his hands over Kingsley's chest, slowly dragging his short-clipped nails down the mound of Kingsley's belly, and wrapping his fingers around the beautiful cock he could now, finally, touch. The drag of his palm over Kingsley's cock spurred him to action, and he growled against Harry's mouth.

"We'll do this slow and proper later," Kingsley said, hitching Harry's feet up to rest on his shoulders.

A mournful sound dragged from the very pit of Harry's soul when he realized he wasn't going to get to spend the next hour tasting every inch of Kingsley's body. But if that was the price he'd have to pay to get Kingsley's cock in his arse right the fuck now, well. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

When Kingsley began pressing inside him, another smear of lube easing the way, Harry reached around the outside of his legs to grip Kingsley's waist and urge him to a faster pace. "C'mon! Want...want this. You. Now.. Slow later."

Kingsley gave a quick, hard thrust, seating himself fully inside Harry even as he gasped, "Don't want to hurt you."

But Harry was too busy writhing in pleasure to take any note of Kingsley's silly concerns. He grabbed the edge of the desk with his hands and dropped his legs to wind around Kingsley's hips, using both for leverage to pull and push himself against Kingsley, jolting the cock in his arse exactly the way he wanted it.

"God," he groaned, tossing his head as Kingsley's belly rubbed almost the entire length of Harry's cock each time he snapped his hips forward. The dual sensations of warm, sweaty flesh stroking him and a thick pulsing cock filling him, drove Harry straight to the edge. He teetered there, on the brink, his balls aching with the need to relieve the pressure.

It just...wasn't enough.

Harry tossed his head, vision blurred from the sweat that was dripping into them, short, needy gasps leaving him with every breath. "Please," he begged, not even sure what he needed at this point, other than to come.

And then Kingsley slid one meaty hand between them, wrapping his fist around the head of Harry's cock, and he was done. Back arching off the desk, he came in several long spurts, feeling the warmth hit his chest even as Kingsley's hips lost their rhythm. A handful of increasingly overstimulating thrusts later, he went absolutely still above Harry, his cock pulsing inside Harry's arse.

Harry could only boggle mindlessly at the strength Kingsley had when he scooped Harry off the desk, keeping them attached as he sank backward into the wide leather chair behind it. Gathering all his remaining energy, Harry directed his orgasm-numb limbs into a semi-coordinated cuddle. It still ended up being more of a full-body flop on top of Kingsley.

Harry curled around until his face was mashed into Kingsley's throat, tongue making a weak effort to chase the drops of sweat that occasionally slid down the skin there. "You...that...hnngh."

Kingsley chuckled and smoothed a hand through the hair at the back of Harry's head. "If I'd known this was possible, we'd have been having very different endings to lunch these past weeks."

Still incapable of things like words, Harry just let out a mournful noise and pinched Kingsley's shoulder. Sort of. It lacked any strength, so it was probably more of a two fingered caress.

"Well, I do need to get more exercise," Kingsley murmured idly, laughing again when Harry grumbled his complaint. "And they say sex is the best exercise."

"As long as you'll let me be your exercise partner," Harry said with a sigh, silently planning to ramp up his efforts to find the most fattening food in London.