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Title: Hand in Glove
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birdsofshore
Artist:shiftylinguini
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hp_kinkfest 2016 for prompt Number: S14 (my prompt :D)
Kink Showcased: Glove kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: His fingers are cool and steady against my skin and I imagine I can smell the scent of leather on them already, expensive, addictive... but it's not enough. He traces the line of my jaw, tilts my chin up so that I'm looking into his eyes. “Should I put the gloves on?” He sounds playful, as if this is just a game between us. A bit of fun.
“Yes.” My voice is always hoarser than I expect. I never remember quite how deep the knife-twist of desire bites into me.
Why I loved it: The story is utterly delicious. I'm sure you'll never see leather gloves the same way again. You might have always thought gloves are there to warm your hands? So wrong. No, gloves are an item to pleasure, to lure, and to debauch you. At least if Draco wears them, they serve this purpose for Harry. I don't want to tell anything more about the why and how. Just be assured that their encounters around gloves are so hot that you might need a fan or icecubes to get your body's temperature back to normal. And the gorgeous art is of no help to keep the reader calm and composed. On the contrary the combination of fic and art is pure dynamite and should come with a warning. ;P So be warned and enjoy!
Author:
birdsofshoreArtist:
shiftylinguiniEntry in:
hp_kinkfest 2016 for prompt Number: S14 (my prompt :D) Kink Showcased: Glove kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: His fingers are cool and steady against my skin and I imagine I can smell the scent of leather on them already, expensive, addictive... but it's not enough. He traces the line of my jaw, tilts my chin up so that I'm looking into his eyes. “Should I put the gloves on?” He sounds playful, as if this is just a game between us. A bit of fun.
“Yes.” My voice is always hoarser than I expect. I never remember quite how deep the knife-twist of desire bites into me.
Why I loved it: The story is utterly delicious. I'm sure you'll never see leather gloves the same way again. You might have always thought gloves are there to warm your hands? So wrong. No, gloves are an item to pleasure, to lure, and to debauch you. At least if Draco wears them, they serve this purpose for Harry. I don't want to tell anything more about the why and how. Just be assured that their encounters around gloves are so hot that you might need a fan or icecubes to get your body's temperature back to normal. And the gorgeous art is of no help to keep the reader calm and composed. On the contrary the combination of fic and art is pure dynamite and should come with a warning. ;P So be warned and enjoy!
