Title:Throw Some Glitter, Make it Rain
Author:bleedforyou1
Pairing:harry/draco
Rating:NC-17
Beta:vanessawolfie
Summary:Harry comes home covered in sparkly glitter. How does Draco react?
Word count:549
Warnings:sex. slash. fluff. nearly enough oddity to be a crack-ish? *shrugs*
Note: Okay... I was listening to Ke$ha's "Blow" and drinking coffee when writing this. Don't blame me. 333 Also, much love to my awesome inspiration brinimc, who constantly inspires me to write new fics :D

He glittered.

No—really. Harry was standing at their bedroom door, covered head to toe in sparkly glitter that seemed to make his skin glow with luminescence. His clothes—a plain white t-shirt and ripped up jeans—were covered in the sparkles as well.

"Harry?" Draco breathed, his jaw dropping at the sight of his boyfriend, who normallydetested girly things like glitter. "Why are you covered in glitter?"

He watched with increasing curiosity as Harry came into their room, dropping a bunch of shopping bags on the floor next to their bed and leaning down to kiss him.

"Blame George. He has a new product at the shop, and he was drunk and happy—thus," he gestured to himself. "The glitter explosion."

"Here, let me clean it off you," Draco laughed. He pulled out his wand, but Harry shook his head.

"Already tried," he murmured. "He used a type of glitter that doesn't come off by magic. I have to take a bath or something."

"Poor baby," Draco snickered, kneeling up on the bed, his book forgotten. He put his arms around Harry's shoulders and leaned in to nuzzle his nose against the glittered one of Harry's. "I think you look rather…cute, like this. Very glamorous."

He nodded seriously and Harry cracked a smile. "You're such a pouf. Do I look like glittery jewellery to you? Do you want to wear me?"

Draco laughed and kissed Harry, melting into his man's arms. "Mm, yes. I want to wear you all the time. Your smell, your feel—all over me."

Harry pushed Draco down softly and they both stretched over the bed horizontally, making quick work of each other's clothes. Harry looked down and started to chuckle, even as he began to grind his hips against Draco's.

"What are you laughing at, Potter?"

"You—now you're covered in glitter too. It's weird to see you looking even more glamorous than usual. I would've thought it impossible—"

"Quit talking and fuck me, yeah?"

Harry promptly shut his mouth, opting for the latter in attempts to please his boyfriend. He slowly prepared Draco, kissing him and laughing slightly when he felt the glitter tickle his lips.

"Harry," Draco moaned as his lover prepared him with scissoring fingers. "Need you in me, now!"

"Bossy," Harry muttered. He did however quickly kneel up and drag Draco's legs over his shoulders, loving how flexible his boyfriend was.

"Harry! Yes! Fuck!" Draco was whimpering as Harry entered him in one quick stroke.

Their hips met in their regular rhythm, and they both groaned as they shook in each other's arms. Glitter fell off of their quivering bodies and made a mess all over their bedsheets.

"Draco—come on, come with me!" Harry grunted, pulling out and quickly entering again in his most brutal stroke yet.

"Harry!" Draco screamed as he came, and Harry went rigid as he came right along with him, just like he wanted.

After a few moments of sweat-cooling and delicious kisses, Harry ran his fingers through Draco's come, flicking at his pink nipples as he went.

"It's mixed with glitter," he giggled, coming down from the haze of the post-orgasmic bliss.

"We're both so gay—I can't believe we just got turned on by fucking in glitter," Draco laughed back.