How Does He Do It?!
Title: How Does He Do It?
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,600
Warnings: Slashety slash
Summary: Where Draco has a secret, and Ron just doesn't understand. Written for awdt's Prompt 5: stretches with your skin.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe. The following was written for fun, not profit.
“Merlin’s saggy bollocks, how does he do it?!”
Harry didn’t even bother looking up from his Quibbler.
“He’s not even here, Ron. How could he possibly be pissing you off?” he asked wearily. Ever since Malfoy had moved into his flat, Harry’s life seemed to revolve around two things- refereeing Ron’s scraps with Malfoy and ogling at said Malfoy’s arse. Granted, the latter took up most of his time and was no hardship at all, but sometimes all Harry wanted to do was sit and read the Quibbler.
Ron didn’t think so. He marched up to Harry- his expression one of determined resolve- and threw something in the dark haired boy’s lap.
“Ron!” Harry practically shrieked, scrambling away from the offending item and batting at it haphazardly with the Quibbler. The red lace panties landed on the floor and Harry stared at them and then Ron in speechless horror. “Where did you get…why do you have those?” he demanded, flailing for emphasis.
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” Ron grumbled, slumping down beside him. “I found those in Malfoy’s room.”
“Okay, for the last time you can’t just barge into his room!” Harry groaned “If he finds out you’re nosing around in there, I’m the one he’s going to tear into!”
Ron seemed entirely unrepentant. “Don’t you get it?” he demanded, picking up the little scrap of satin and waving it indignantly at a cringing Harry. “The ferret had a girl up here! Damn it Harry, he’s having sex! With girls in red lace…things! I fought in a war and I get squat! Where is the justice?!”
“Malfoy’s private life is none of our business” Harry hedged. He shrugged nonchalantly at Ron, striving to tamp down the frisson of jealousy that ran up his spine at the thought of Malfoy having sex with anyone. Especially some nameless, faceless woman with scandalous underwear. The slag.
“Whatever” Ron muttered sulkily “I just don’t see how come the ferret gets to have more sex than the two of us combined!”
“Ron, do me a favour and try not to say sex and the two of us in the same sentence, all right?”
He tuned out the retching sounds Ron chose to make at that and went back to his Quibbler. But he couldn’t help the way his eyes strayed every now and then to the discarded scrap of lace on the floor.
****
Malfoy was home when Harry returned from his walk. The blond hadn’t noticed him come in, seeing as he was busy snarling obscenities at the washing machine. Great, Harry thought mutinously. First he shags some tramp, then he breaks my washing machine.
“Your death-trap machine tried to kill me!” Malfoy snapped, finally noticing him “You spelled this pile of junk to attack me, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Malfoy- that’s my evil plan to off you. Death by spin cycle!” Harry snapped back. He was already on edge, and he was in no mood to argue with the git right now.
The blond sneered and collected his laundry basket, intending to flounce off. A pair of socks fell to the floor. “Great” Malfoy muttered, bending over to pick them up. His jeans slipped lower and just like that, Harry’s world tilted off its axis.
Because right there- in fucking front of Harry- a scrap of something red, lacy and unmistakably familiar was peeking over the top of Malfoy’s jeans. Harry visibly staggered and managed to choke back a yelp. It was unbelievable. Malfoy was wearing the red lace panties. The image of that thin, scarlet scrap of lace stretched across rounded, creamy flesh burned itself into Harry’s brain and suddenly he was very aware of the bulge in his jeans. Fuck, those were Malfoy's knickers! The very thought had him reeling and suddenly, his mouth was dry as a bone and his cock was thrumming in his pants and damn it, he couldn’t stop ogling at Malfoy’s pretty…
“What are you staring at, Potter?”
Harry shook himself and looked up- at a frowning Malfoy. He must have looked every bit as primal as he felt because for once, the blond seemed out of insults and smart comments. He just blinked, looking slightly taken aback by the intensity of Harry’s gaze. He faltered slightly, and then swallowed and took a cautious step back.
Harry had other plans.
Slowly and deliberately, he took a step closer to the shying blond.
“P-potter?” Malfoy squeaked “What…what are you doing?”
Harry licked his lips, smirking as Malfoy’s large, grey eyes flitted to his mouth for a second. He was only half thinking about his actions now- and he suspected that his cock was doing most of it but it didn’t matter. Because damn it, Malfoy was wearing red lace knickers and Harry wanted to fucking see them.
“Take your trousers off.” he said, his voice sounding rough and low.
Malfoy’s eyes became even larger- if that was possible- and he let out an adorable little squeak as he pressed against the wall. “N-no” he managed, lifting his chin stubbornly.
Oh, that was cute.
“You can take them off” Harry purred, prowling even closer “Or I’ll take them off for you. Either way, I’m seeing your pretty, lace panties.”
Malfoy went positively ashen. “I…I can explain” he stammered. Harry cut him off with a chuckle, closing the distance between them. Before the blond could react, Harry snagged his thumbs in the waistband of Malfoy’s jeans and yanked him closer. Red lace peeked tantalisingly at him again and Harry growled at the sight, not to mention at Malfoy’s very evident arousal.
“You sneaky little tart” he smirked against Malfoy’s slim neck “So that’s why you only do your laundry when I’m not around.”
“Get…get off” Malfoy protested weakly. Even as he said it, he was bunching his hands in Harry’s t-shirt.
“Oh, I will” Harry grinned “But before that, you’re going to show me your knickers. Now” he added, forcefully yanking at the blond’s jeans with his thumbs. Malfoy moaned but didn’t protest any more. Harry watched as slim fingers fumbled with the zipper and Malfoy pulled his trousers down exposing long, pale legs and stark red knickers. Harry stepped away to enjoy the full effect.
“The shirt too” he added distractedly, eyes still glued to Malfoy’s crotch. The blond visibly flushed at the backhand order, but slipped the shirt off. Harry’s eyes darkened at the sight. Malfoy was completely nude save for the skimpy knickers. They fit snugly around his arse, just sheer enough for Harry to get a peek at that delectable, smooth skin. The front encased Malfoy’s straining bulge in silk and lace, the tip of his cock just peeking from the top of the knickers. The sight of that stark red fabric against the soft, pale flesh went straight to Harry’s cock.
“Fuck, I love how the lace stretches with your skin” he growled. Malfoy fidgeted, apparently unsure what to do with that comment. Harry smirked. “In fact, I want to see more. Bend over the couch.”
Malfoy looked like he was about to protest vehemently but apparently decided that whatever arguments he wanted to make weren’t worth foregoing a good shag. He walked hesitantly to the couch, and draped his slim body over it. Harry moaned out loud as he got a perfect view of Malfoy’s knicker clad arse. Fucking Merlin, he could come just by looking at that! The lace stretched around Malfoy’s plump, firm buttocks, riding up to reveal pale, delicate skin that Harry just wanted to lick and suck and bite. Malfoy was trembling with anticipation now and Harry approached him, slowly trailing his fingers down his arse cheeks.
“Such a naughty slut” he purred as Malfoy arched under his fingers “Should I punish you for wearing such racy knickers?”
“P-please” Malfoy stuttered. Each syllable went straight to Harry’s cock. Growling, he yanked his own trousers off, pulling his cock out and slicking it with a quick charm. He pulled the knickers back, bunching them against Malfoy’s arse and exposing his puckered entrance. Harry hissed and yanked the fabric back even further, aligning his cock with Malfoy’s snug little hole.
“I’m going to fuck you now” he growled “I’m going to fuck your little hole while you’re still wearing those slutty knickers and then I’m going to rip them off you and fuck you some more.” He breached the blond as he spoke, and entered Malfoy in one quick thrust.
The blond gasped and arched, his breathing rapid and shallow as he squirmed to adjust. “Not…not much of a punishment, Potter” he managed, even as he bucked against Harry impatiently.
“Ah yes, about your punishment” Harry chuckled as he thrust deep inside Draco “Don’t even think about coming until I’m finished with you. Twice.”
****
“I can’t believe it! He’s got more!”
Harry massaged his temples as Ron stormed up to him, fuming and holding up at least three pairs of lace underwear. Harry winced as he recognized the emerald green thong he had bought Draco. Great, now he’d have to burn them. Maybe it was time to invest in some good locking charms…
“He’s got six more pairs, Harry! Its an orgy in there!” Ron ranted, shaking the underwear for emphasis. “There are countries that don’t have that much sex!”
“Some blokes have all the luck, mate” Harry shrugged, trying to look as innocent as possible. He suspected it would be much more difficult to fool Hermione. Luckily Ron was too put out to be observant.
“I just don’t get it” he lamented, collapsing on the couch face down “How does he do it?”
“It’s a mystery” Harry agreed sagely.
Note to self- silk is the new lace.
END
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,600
Warnings: Slashety slash
Summary: Where Draco has a secret, and Ron just doesn't understand. Written for awdt's Prompt 5: stretches with your skin.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe. The following was written for fun, not profit.
“Merlin’s saggy bollocks, how does he do it?!”
Harry didn’t even bother looking up from his Quibbler.
“He’s not even here, Ron. How could he possibly be pissing you off?” he asked wearily. Ever since Malfoy had moved into his flat, Harry’s life seemed to revolve around two things- refereeing Ron’s scraps with Malfoy and ogling at said Malfoy’s arse. Granted, the latter took up most of his time and was no hardship at all, but sometimes all Harry wanted to do was sit and read the Quibbler.
Ron didn’t think so. He marched up to Harry- his expression one of determined resolve- and threw something in the dark haired boy’s lap.
“Ron!” Harry practically shrieked, scrambling away from the offending item and batting at it haphazardly with the Quibbler. The red lace panties landed on the floor and Harry stared at them and then Ron in speechless horror. “Where did you get…why do you have those?” he demanded, flailing for emphasis.
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” Ron grumbled, slumping down beside him. “I found those in Malfoy’s room.”
“Okay, for the last time you can’t just barge into his room!” Harry groaned “If he finds out you’re nosing around in there, I’m the one he’s going to tear into!”
Ron seemed entirely unrepentant. “Don’t you get it?” he demanded, picking up the little scrap of satin and waving it indignantly at a cringing Harry. “The ferret had a girl up here! Damn it Harry, he’s having sex! With girls in red lace…things! I fought in a war and I get squat! Where is the justice?!”
“Malfoy’s private life is none of our business” Harry hedged. He shrugged nonchalantly at Ron, striving to tamp down the frisson of jealousy that ran up his spine at the thought of Malfoy having sex with anyone. Especially some nameless, faceless woman with scandalous underwear. The slag.
“Whatever” Ron muttered sulkily “I just don’t see how come the ferret gets to have more sex than the two of us combined!”
“Ron, do me a favour and try not to say sex and the two of us in the same sentence, all right?”
He tuned out the retching sounds Ron chose to make at that and went back to his Quibbler. But he couldn’t help the way his eyes strayed every now and then to the discarded scrap of lace on the floor.
****
Malfoy was home when Harry returned from his walk. The blond hadn’t noticed him come in, seeing as he was busy snarling obscenities at the washing machine. Great, Harry thought mutinously. First he shags some tramp, then he breaks my washing machine.
“Your death-trap machine tried to kill me!” Malfoy snapped, finally noticing him “You spelled this pile of junk to attack me, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Malfoy- that’s my evil plan to off you. Death by spin cycle!” Harry snapped back. He was already on edge, and he was in no mood to argue with the git right now.
The blond sneered and collected his laundry basket, intending to flounce off. A pair of socks fell to the floor. “Great” Malfoy muttered, bending over to pick them up. His jeans slipped lower and just like that, Harry’s world tilted off its axis.
Because right there- in fucking front of Harry- a scrap of something red, lacy and unmistakably familiar was peeking over the top of Malfoy’s jeans. Harry visibly staggered and managed to choke back a yelp. It was unbelievable. Malfoy was wearing the red lace panties. The image of that thin, scarlet scrap of lace stretched across rounded, creamy flesh burned itself into Harry’s brain and suddenly he was very aware of the bulge in his jeans. Fuck, those were Malfoy's knickers! The very thought had him reeling and suddenly, his mouth was dry as a bone and his cock was thrumming in his pants and damn it, he couldn’t stop ogling at Malfoy’s pretty…
“What are you staring at, Potter?”
Harry shook himself and looked up- at a frowning Malfoy. He must have looked every bit as primal as he felt because for once, the blond seemed out of insults and smart comments. He just blinked, looking slightly taken aback by the intensity of Harry’s gaze. He faltered slightly, and then swallowed and took a cautious step back.
Harry had other plans.
Slowly and deliberately, he took a step closer to the shying blond.
“P-potter?” Malfoy squeaked “What…what are you doing?”
Harry licked his lips, smirking as Malfoy’s large, grey eyes flitted to his mouth for a second. He was only half thinking about his actions now- and he suspected that his cock was doing most of it but it didn’t matter. Because damn it, Malfoy was wearing red lace knickers and Harry wanted to fucking see them.
“Take your trousers off.” he said, his voice sounding rough and low.
Malfoy’s eyes became even larger- if that was possible- and he let out an adorable little squeak as he pressed against the wall. “N-no” he managed, lifting his chin stubbornly.
Oh, that was cute.
“You can take them off” Harry purred, prowling even closer “Or I’ll take them off for you. Either way, I’m seeing your pretty, lace panties.”
Malfoy went positively ashen. “I…I can explain” he stammered. Harry cut him off with a chuckle, closing the distance between them. Before the blond could react, Harry snagged his thumbs in the waistband of Malfoy’s jeans and yanked him closer. Red lace peeked tantalisingly at him again and Harry growled at the sight, not to mention at Malfoy’s very evident arousal.
“You sneaky little tart” he smirked against Malfoy’s slim neck “So that’s why you only do your laundry when I’m not around.”
“Get…get off” Malfoy protested weakly. Even as he said it, he was bunching his hands in Harry’s t-shirt.
“Oh, I will” Harry grinned “But before that, you’re going to show me your knickers. Now” he added, forcefully yanking at the blond’s jeans with his thumbs. Malfoy moaned but didn’t protest any more. Harry watched as slim fingers fumbled with the zipper and Malfoy pulled his trousers down exposing long, pale legs and stark red knickers. Harry stepped away to enjoy the full effect.
“The shirt too” he added distractedly, eyes still glued to Malfoy’s crotch. The blond visibly flushed at the backhand order, but slipped the shirt off. Harry’s eyes darkened at the sight. Malfoy was completely nude save for the skimpy knickers. They fit snugly around his arse, just sheer enough for Harry to get a peek at that delectable, smooth skin. The front encased Malfoy’s straining bulge in silk and lace, the tip of his cock just peeking from the top of the knickers. The sight of that stark red fabric against the soft, pale flesh went straight to Harry’s cock.
“Fuck, I love how the lace stretches with your skin” he growled. Malfoy fidgeted, apparently unsure what to do with that comment. Harry smirked. “In fact, I want to see more. Bend over the couch.”
Malfoy looked like he was about to protest vehemently but apparently decided that whatever arguments he wanted to make weren’t worth foregoing a good shag. He walked hesitantly to the couch, and draped his slim body over it. Harry moaned out loud as he got a perfect view of Malfoy’s knicker clad arse. Fucking Merlin, he could come just by looking at that! The lace stretched around Malfoy’s plump, firm buttocks, riding up to reveal pale, delicate skin that Harry just wanted to lick and suck and bite. Malfoy was trembling with anticipation now and Harry approached him, slowly trailing his fingers down his arse cheeks.
“Such a naughty slut” he purred as Malfoy arched under his fingers “Should I punish you for wearing such racy knickers?”
“P-please” Malfoy stuttered. Each syllable went straight to Harry’s cock. Growling, he yanked his own trousers off, pulling his cock out and slicking it with a quick charm. He pulled the knickers back, bunching them against Malfoy’s arse and exposing his puckered entrance. Harry hissed and yanked the fabric back even further, aligning his cock with Malfoy’s snug little hole.
“I’m going to fuck you now” he growled “I’m going to fuck your little hole while you’re still wearing those slutty knickers and then I’m going to rip them off you and fuck you some more.” He breached the blond as he spoke, and entered Malfoy in one quick thrust.
The blond gasped and arched, his breathing rapid and shallow as he squirmed to adjust. “Not…not much of a punishment, Potter” he managed, even as he bucked against Harry impatiently.
“Ah yes, about your punishment” Harry chuckled as he thrust deep inside Draco “Don’t even think about coming until I’m finished with you. Twice.”
****
“I can’t believe it! He’s got more!”
Harry massaged his temples as Ron stormed up to him, fuming and holding up at least three pairs of lace underwear. Harry winced as he recognized the emerald green thong he had bought Draco. Great, now he’d have to burn them. Maybe it was time to invest in some good locking charms…
“He’s got six more pairs, Harry! Its an orgy in there!” Ron ranted, shaking the underwear for emphasis. “There are countries that don’t have that much sex!”
“Some blokes have all the luck, mate” Harry shrugged, trying to look as innocent as possible. He suspected it would be much more difficult to fool Hermione. Luckily Ron was too put out to be observant.
“I just don’t get it” he lamented, collapsing on the couch face down “How does he do it?”
“It’s a mystery” Harry agreed sagely.
Note to self- silk is the new lace.
END