tackytigerfic:tackytigerfic:The Opposite of Hate YouDrarry ~ 3.9k ~ M ~ Falling in love, happy endin
tackytigerfic:tackytigerfic:The Opposite of Hate YouDrarry ~ 3.9k ~ M ~ Falling in love, happy ending, evocative handjobs, a bit of hair-pulling, discussion of sexual fantasies, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it vicar kink, church and hymns, wine in the bath, and a small smattering of past traumas.Happy, happy birthday to my darling @bonesliketambourines - I hope you have all the ice cream cake your little heart desires, followed by the nicest cocktails man can provide.They walk the whole way home, in the end—the long way, through Holborn and out past Coram’s Fields and all the way to St Pancras, where they stop for coffee from AMT and bring their drinks up to the top concourse so they can look down on the quiet station. Draco gets a Froffee which he drinks too quickly, then complains about how cold he is, and Harry rolls his eyes but puts his hands around Draco’s bare, red hands with their raw knuckles, brings Draco’s fingers to his mouth, blows gently until he can feel the tips warming under his lips.“We should take a trip,” Draco says, like he always does whenever they’re standing on the upper concourse under the delicate metal spines of the curving roof. The glass gleams with snow. “We should go to Paris.”“Yeah,” Harry agrees, “I’ve never been.” Though Draco already knows that of course, because Harry says that every time too—though he’s absolutely serious, and he’d go down and buy a Eurostar ticket right now if he thought Draco would want him to, just get on the train and go. It’s probably just as well that they don’t, though. Harry thinks that if he saw Draco with the Eiffel Tower in the background he might do something mad and stupid, like propose to him, and Draco would very probably say yes, and Ron’s only just stopped getting all glinty-eyed and puffed up when Harry mentions Draco’s name, and Draco’s only just started leaving a toothbrush at Grimmauld. It’s probably too soon for forever. Probably.Read it on AO3 Keep readingCheeky morning reblog of this little fic set in the same world as my Modern Love fics. Featuring a sort of sideways look at the exploration of fantasies together (smut: evocative but I couldn’t write a birthday fic for the queen of smut without putting in a little hint!) -- source link