| Greetings and welcome to Kinky Kristmas 2017: Comment Kink Edition!
Our members have made requests for stocking stuffers that would help make their holidays happy -- and kinky, of course! Now you all -- both members and watchers -- have the opportunity to play Santa and fulfill those requests. In the form of comment kink!
How to Stuff Our Stockings:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). • There is no maximum limit, but remember that long pieces are in no way required. Please don't hesitate to participate because you can "only" write a few words or do a simple sketch! • Since fills may be short, we're not going to be strictly policing the rating of each piece. Just remember this is Daily Deviant and we want to see some sex! • Each request may be filled twice -- once by a member and once by a watcher. • When filling a request, leave it in a comment directly in a reply to the request you're filling. • When filling a request, note whether you're filling it as a watcher or a member. • If you are now or have ever been a posting member of Daily Deviant, you'll be filling the requests as a member. • Prompt claiming is available but optional. What this means is that you need not claim a request in order to fill it, but if it's already claimed by someone else, it's off limits. • In order to claim a request, comment directly in a reply to the request stating that you're claiming it. Be sure to note whether you're claiming it as a member or a watcher. • Since we want as many goodies in our fishnet stockings as possible, there will be an expiration date on claims. One week after a claim is made (as per the time stamp on the comment), if the prompt has not been filled, the claim expires and the prompt is open for claiming or filling by someone else. (We'll try to keep track and delete the expired ones, but we may miss a few, so you can just keep an eye on the time stamps.) So if a prompt you really love appears to be taken, remember to check back. • If you've made a claim that has expired, you may still post a fill in reply to the prompt as long as no one else fills it or claims it first. • Participants may have a total of two outstanding claims at a time. I.e., you may claim two requests, then when you've filled one, you may claim a third, etc. • Additional prompts could appear throughout the month depending upon participation levels and demand. • Commenting, interacting, and generally having fun is welcome and encouraged!! Fandom is all about interaction with like-minded perverts people. Let's enjoy some friendly, smutty holiday merry-making! ;D
Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
LET THE STUFFING BEGIN! (Double entendre totally intended, naturally...) |
Harry/Draco, 1400 words
Desk sex, fingering, anal sex, orgasm delay, Harry is shameless
“Just give me five minutes to find the text.” Draco touches Harry’s shoulder lightly before pulling away, walking into the library. “I know you aren’t fond of the Manor.”
“That’s like saying I’m not fond of being a patient at St. Mungo’s,” Harry says dryly. He follows Draco into the room; when Draco spares a glance, he’s at the desk in the center, running his finger over the oak top as he continues speaking. “Draco, this place featured in my nightmares for a few years.”
“Which is why we don’t live here.” Draco summons the ladder, climbs easily to search through the books near the ceiling. “You didn’t have to come with me.”
“You’re doing this research for me,” Harry points out, which Draco cannot deny.
“It is on your behalf, yes, but you don’t need to be present.” Draco touches the ladder and it slides sideways, just far enough for him to spot the book tucked away at the top of an arch above one window. He leans up on his toes, gets his fingers on it and tugs. The book tugs back, and not for the first time, Draco wishes that summoning spells weren’t prohibited in the Malfoy library.
Academically, he knows exactly why they’re prohibited, and he understands the protections set over the books. But it does make things inconvenient.
He finally manages to pull the book from the shelf and tuck it under his arm before he turns to glance down. He stops, gripping the siderails of the ladder tightly. “Harry. What are you doing?”
“Getting ready.”
Draco swallows hard. Harry’s sat on the desk, and while Draco watches, Harry leans back, hitches himself further onto the broad oak surface. He lies back, one knee bent, falling outward just a little as Harry palms his crotch.
The bulge is visible even from this distance.
“Getting ready for what, exactly?” Draco turns his back on Harry, has to in order to get down the ladder safely.
“You,” Harry says, the sound of his zip sliding down accompanying the one word.
“Harry, this is neither the time nor the—” Words fail when Draco turns back around, finds Harry with his zip pushed wide, prick already red and leaking as Harry strokes it. “Fuck.”
“That’s what I was thinking.” Harry leverages himself up on one elbow. “The Manor’s all bad memories for me, Draco. Help me out here, and give me a good one.”
“On my father’s desk?” Draco winces when his voice cracks sharply. “Harry, we—”
“Your parents are in France.” Harry pushes himself back to sitting, slides to the edge of the desk. His prick wobbles in the breeze, a thin tendril of fluid falling to drip on the carpet below. “The elves wouldn’t dare say a word.” He wriggles and shoves down his jeans and pants, kicks them off to one side.
Harry’s bare arse is pressed against the smooth oak surface of the desk where Lucius Malfoy handles the family accounts. The desk where Lucius writes his correspondence, drafts notes and memoirs.
Draco stumbles a step forward. “Harry.”
“Your father is never, ever going to hear about this,” Harry whispers, crooking his finger and Draco takes another step, as if Harry reels him in on an invisible line. When Harry falls back slowly, grabbing his knees and spreading them so his arse is on perfect display, Draco knows he’s lost.
He simply can’t resist.