Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry and Co belong to J.K Rowling. I do nothing but perv on them.
Title: Favourite Things
Word Count: 200
Warning(s): None absolutely
A/N: A double drabble for no reason at all.
His Favourite Things
His hands crawled over Harry’s torso, because he can, because they’re alive and breathing and each of Harry’s nerve endings is feeling this onslaught, his body warm, beneath Draco’s fingers and his breath ragged and loud.
Never let go. No, no no.
Hold on tight, here I come, not much fanfare, a lot of protection, lubricant and some fumbling, oh Gods, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Because the summer sun burns his skin and because Harry makes hot chocolate is as good as sin. Because he likes to wear lots of clothing to bulk up his diminutive figure. Because when he gets colds he gets Mrs. Weasley’s special soup, and because his nose gets red and Harry kisses it and calls him Rudolph.
Because the right kind smells like sex.
Because the right kind makes sex a heck of a lot easier. And also because Mum plumps them up in an odd way because of her back and he’s inherited that habit and every time he does it Harry laughs.
Because they taste good. And they make sex a heck of a lot more interesting.
Because everything’s good because of him.
His favourite things.