They apparated in their small flat with a sharp crack, and stumbled across the armchair and table, promptly upsetting a wine glass and small pile of presents. Seconds later, Draco found himself sprawled across the sofa with an angry Gryffindor on top of him. Harry was glaring down at him; green eyes blazing and the blond shivered and bit his lip, trying to rub his neglected cock against the other man's leg. Harry hissed at the contact and swung a leg over the lithe blond, holding him down as he snogged him senseless.
"Brat," he scolded between kisses, letting his hands map Draco out underneath him.
"Why Harry, whatever do you mean?" Draco asked innocently, batting his lashes. The effect was somewhat ruined as he moaned and arched into Harry's unyielding hands.
The Gryffindor practically snarled and pounced on the aggravating blond, trying to snog the snark right out of him. "You know exactly what I mean," he snapped, tilting his head to nip at Draco's neck. "Your little show at the market was hardly subtle."
"It was a boring market!" Draco protested, baring his neck for Harry's insistent mouth.
"I daresay everyone in a ten mile radius was suitably entertained," Harry groused. Watching his boyfriend fellate a candy cane hadn't done much for his relaxation plans. And Draco's knowing smirk wasn't helping either.
"I should punish you for that," Harry grumbled. "I have half a mind not to give you any more presents."
Draco gasped and sat up abruptly, nearly knocking Harry off of him. "What? Harry, no!"
"Well, you hardly deserve them," Harry argued. "You were so naughty," he added in a titillating whisper, ghosting his hand around a pert nipple.
Draco whined and gave him an imploring look that went straight to his groin. "I can be good," he pleaded. Harry raised an eyebrow, apparently unconvinced and Draco squirmed in frustration, racking his brains for a suitable compromise. "You can punish me if you want," he offered, his breath catching even as he said it.
Harry's eyes took on an interested gleam. "Is that right?"
"Yes, yes- whatever you want!" Draco grumbled. "May I please have my present now?"
Harry released his boyfriend and helped him up. Draco shot him a grin and practically bounded off towards the penguin calendar slash present dispenser tacked proudly on their wall. Harry smiled indulgently as the blond grappled excitedly with the little door slot marked '2'. He swung it open and something fell into his palm with a soft tinkle.
Draco's eyes widened and Harry chuckled. "How appropriate," he quipped, taking the bells from him. There were two- in festive shades of red and green- and Harry grinned gleefully as he turned them around, revealing the clamps they were attached to. They jingled merrily as he handled them. These would look perfect.
Draco was still dithering uncertainly, and Harry sent him a meaningful look that had him snapping to attention. Obediently the blond stripped, shrugging out of his shirt and trousers at once. He bit his lip and remained where he was at a slight distance from Harry, until the taller man reached out and thumbed a pretty, pink nipple. Draco gasped and arched forward and Harry gripped the little bud punishingly, twisting as he pulled the blond towards him without much ceremony.
Draco squeaked and scrambled closer, trying to keep as still as possible while Harry prepared his nipples. They pebbled under the constant attention and Harry nodded approvingly, placing a camp around one. Draco squeaked and jumped at the pinch and Harry chuckled as the bell promptly tinkled.
"Perfect," he mused, ignoring Draco's scowl and putting on the other clamp. Draco hissed but stayed still.
Harry stepped back to enjoy the effect. Draco was an absolute treat- flushed and fidgeting, with Christmas bells adorning his nipples and a candy cane cock ring wrapped around his pretty prick. Decorating Draco was definitely going up on his list of Favorite Christmas Activities. The blond shivered under his heated regard and the bells obliged by jingling softly, breaking Harry out of his reverie.
"Go on then," he grinned, sprawling down on the pristine white sofa for a good show. "Let's hear your rendition of Jingle Bells."
Draco shot him a murderous look, but obliged by shimmying his shoulders. The bells swung from his nipples, tinkling ever so slightly.
"Faster," Harry barked. Draco obeyed and this time, they jingled loudly.
Harry amused himself for a few minutes, making Draco canter about the apartment, naked and pink and… musical. He palmed himself roughly through his jeans, watching his gorgeous boyfriend. Finally, he had taken all he could.
"Over my lap," he ordered. "It's time for the rest of your punishment."
Draco gaped incredulously. "That wasn't it?"
"What do you think?"
Draco muttered something that sounded suspiciously like you're pushing it, Potter but shuffled towards the sofa, still jingling. He sprawled down on Harry's lap mutinously and the dark haired boy roved an admiring hand over the pert, pale arse at his disposal. The firelight was soft and set off Draco's pale skin beautifully. The blond hissed and arched up into his hands and Harry grinned.
"Ten- I think. For misbehavior."
"Ten?!" Draco squeaked. "What the…ow!" Harry chose that moment to land a sharp swat on his bum, leaving a red hand print mapped on Draco's skin. The blond jumped against the sting and the bells tinkled again- making Harry hiss.
"You're right," he smirked. "Ten won't get us anywhere with you. Fifteen then."
"What?! Potter, don't you…fuck!"
Harry proceeded to smack his thrice- twice on each cheek and once on his thigh. Draco squeaked in protest, flailing against Harry's leg- his cock rubbing against the rough denim and the bells jingling insistently.
"Any more arguments?" Harry rasped. "Because I can go all night, I promise you."
Draco whimpered at the threat, and capitulated- raised his arse in acquiescence. Harry obliged with swat after sharp swat, reveling in the sudden bucking against his leg, the bells jingling with each jerk of Draco's thin frame and his heated, pink arse. His cock was at full salute by now, rubbing against Draco's stomach and the blond whimpered and moaned with abandon.
He counted out the fifteenth smack and made it extra sharp, smirking in satisfaction as Draco squeaked and jingled again. Finally, he rested his hand on the abused flesh, soothing away the sting.
"Alright?" he asked softly.
Draco mumbled incoherently and thrust against him. "Harry…" he whined urgently.
That was all he needed to hear. Harry growled and flipped the blond over, throwing Draco across the sofa and scrambling with his zipper. The sight of the blond lying across the white sofa, his pale limbs akimbo was like a drug and Harry was barely coherent as he grappled for his wand and cast a Lubrication Charm. He barely waited for Draco's hissed response as he grabbed hold of his long legs and wrapped them around his waist, aligning his cock with the blond's snug entrance and thrusting. Draco howled and arched and Harry rammed against him, incapable of anything save harsh pants and heavy breathing and thrust after thrust after thrust. Draco twisted sinuously below him, reaching desperately for his cock, and Harry growled possessively, smacking his hand away and wrapping his own hand around him. He fisted him roughly, making Draco gasp and plead and whine.
"Harry…Harry…please…"
"Wait," he barked harshly, adjusting his angle and hammering into him. Draco howled and Harry grimaced in victory. He rammed against that spot over and over again, until Draco's eyes rolled back in his head and his whispered pleas turned into full blown whimpers.
Harry felt his own climax approaching and he reached out and removed Draco's cock ring and tossed it away, increasing his pace. Draco moaned under him, arching and twisting against him. He jerked against Harry, clenching around him and finally, his eyes rolled back in his head as he came with a shudder, coating both of them in his cum. The sight was too much for Harry, who rammed into the hot, welcoming channel twice more before following with a guttural snarl of his own.
He moaned as his seed coated Draco's insides, collapsing on the heated body beneath him. Draco hummed and slipped an arm around him, quiet and pliant as they recovered.
"That was brilliant," Harry mumbled, kissing the top of his blond's head affectionately. Draco grumbled in complaint and pushed at him. Harry chuckled and got up, letting Draco catch his breath. "Bastard," he muttered half heartedly, rubbing his sore arse ruefully.
"You'll live," Harry chortled. "And you still have twenty three more presents to go."
"I hate you," Draco retorted petulantly, even though his eyes gleamed at the mention of more presents. Harry couldn't resist him. He bent down to plant a soft kiss to the blond's lips. Draco hummed in pleasure and parted his lips for a quick snog. It was with a pang of regret that Harry broke away.
"We really should start decorating the tree," he pointed out, gesturing at the bare tree in the corner.
"Very well," Draco said with a long suffering sigh. He glanced down at the bells still clamped around his nipples. "Will you take these off now?" he demanded.
Harry's grin was dark as he raked Draco's naked form. "I don't think so. You can decorate the tree just as you are. I like a little music when I work."
And when Draco threw a well aimed shoe at him for that comment, he had to admit he deserved it.