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Merry Smutmas By Kragey Draco Malfoy decided it was a good time to stop the night's mind-blowing sex routine when Harry Potter, his lover, began to unwrap a peppermint candy cane. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked tartly. "Well, you did say you wanted to try new things," replied Harry, shifting the position of their naked bodies on the couch. "Things like flavored lubricant or even bondage, NOT food sex." Harry quirked an eyebrow. "I don't recall any complaints about the time we used salad dressing because we ran out of petroleum jelly." "..." "That's what I thought," said the brunette with a satisfied nod. He tossed the plastic wrapper onto the ground, then wiggled downwards towards Draco's feet, drawing moans from the other boy. The Gryffindor held the mint stick up before his lover with a smirk, but before Draco could complain about having his signature look stolen, Harry's hand was around the Slytherin's erection and he was deep-throating the candy cane. The blonde became immediately entranced at the sight of those familiar red lips, swollen from kissing and biting, sucking on the sugary treat. He gave an involuntary groan and leaned into Harry's touching, wrapping his fingers in that messy hair until... "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING, POTTER?!" Harry scowled and removed the candy cane from Draco's entrance. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to shag you into next Christmas." "WITH A CANDY CANE?!" squealed Malfoy. His lover sighed and took on a motherly tone. "Yes, Draco, I plan on shagging you with a candy cane. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way involves a slightly gooey peppermint stick pumping you as if it were my cock until you come; the hard way requires barb wire and a partially eaten chocolate cake. Your choice." "B-b-but this is blasphemy!" the Slytherin protested. "No, this is sex with the candy companies' marketing pitch at Christmas," mumbled Harry, repositioning the candy cane. "Besides, blasphemy requires actual words." And then there was the feeling of something thin, slick and smooth being pushed gently into Draco's entrance; the object (small in comparison to the size of Harry's fingers) slipped in past the first and second rings of his arse as if it were no trouble at all. Draco bit his lip and pushed back against the arm of the couch to make room for the odd intrusion, but rather than give him time to become fixated, Harry gave a low growl and moved the candy cane several inches deeper. The blonde moaned throatily when the Christmas-symbol-turned-dildo and the long finger that soon joined it brushed his gland. But alas! candy will be candy, and within the span of two minutes the mint stick began to melt. A rivulet of liquid sugar dripped onto the bedspread, staining it pink. "Harry..." gasped Draco, reaching down to remove his lover's hand, "Harry...Harry, ST...ST...STOP!" The brunette DID stop fucking his boyfriend with the homemade sex toy, but he didn't feel like ending the sex there. In fact, Harry rather liked mint and decided that, if it was THERE (of all places!), it might very well be twice as good. With an assertive nod, he lowered his head to Draco's entrance and proceeded to felch him. The Slytherin gave a loud cry when the tip of Harry's tongue wriggled against the first tight muscle, then the second, licking him clean of any trace of food. The tight passage quickly became overflowed with saliva, and Harry grinned wolfishly, sneaking his hand off of a pale thigh to retrieve the candy cane. He continued to whirl his tongue around Draco's arsehole while inserting the candy cane yet again, not giving his lover the slightest clue to the "new" intrusion's identity as he brought the blonde to orgasm until-- "--WHAT JUST BROKE IN MY ARSE?!" screeched Draco "Erm..." said Harry nervously. "PLEASE tell me. That you did NOT. Just STICK. That SODDING candy cane. Back into. MY ASS!" "Look on the bright side," Harry replied cheerfully, "you'll smell minty fresh until next Christmas!" "Oh, piss off, Potter." This story is brought to you by Kragey Mitchell. |