HPKinkfest: Sheer Torture
Title: Sheer Torture
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Prompt Number: S63
Kink Showcased: Cross Dressing
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco is an Auror cross-trained in Healing, so why is his injured partner such an unwilling patient?
Content/Warnings: UST
Word Count/Art Medium: 1,611
Author/Artist Notes: Many thanks to acheforlove for the fabulous prompt, and to jake67jake for the brilliant beta!
Draco thought that Malfoys had mastered the art of the stiff upper lip, but he realized he had nothing on Harry Potter. Draco was standing over his partner, arms crossed, and brows drawn as he tried to stare Potter down. It wasn't working.
"It's nothing," Potter insisted.
Draco would be more inclined to believe him if Potter wasn't supine on the cold, hard ground, hands clutched around his rapidly swelling knee. They'd been on patrol in the Forest of Dean, searching for the campsite of a criminal, when Potter took a misstep and twisted his knee.
"Why don't you let me see for myself?" Draco suggested.
"That won't be necessary," Potter said, too quickly. "I just need a moment to catch my breath."
Draco had to force himself to unclench his jaw. He wasn't often paired with Potter, and at the moment, he wished someone else had drawn the assignment today. Draco took a deep breath and strove to remain calm as he patiently explained the situation.
"It is obvious you are injured," he began. "You may not recall, but while you were focusing your Auror training on spellwork, I focused on healing. I can assure you, Potter, that I am eminently qualified to assess your injury and treat it."
"I just tweaked my knee," said Potter. "I can walk it off."
"Did you forget to wear pants today?" Draco drawled.
"What?! No, of course not!"
"Then why are you so reluctant to drop your trousers in front of me?" asked Draco. "If it's because I'm bi, I can assure you that I have no immediate designs on your person." While it was true that Draco found Potter to be infuriatingly attractive, it was also true that at the moment, his intentions were purely altruistic.
"It's not that at all," Potter mumbled, not meeting Draco's eyes. "You must know I'm bent, so I don't care about you being bi."
Draco released an exasperated sigh. "If you don't want to push your trousers down, then let me pull the material up over your knee so I can examine it."
"That won't be necessary, Malfoy."
"I disagree, Potter," Draco bit out. "You're hurt, I'm your partner, as well as a Healer, and I insist you allow me to look at your knee."
Potter opened his mouth to continue the argument, but Draco was having none of it. His wand flashed into his hand, and he flicked it at his partner, Vanishing Potter's trousers with a hasty spell.
There was a sharply indrawn breath, and Draco couldn't honestly say if he'd made the sound or if Potter had. Draco's attention was locked onto his partner's legs...which were brilliantly showcased in a pair of sheer, black stockings. Draco's eyes traveled slowly up Potter's firm calves to his still-knobby knees and paused on his thighs. Draco swallowed.
Potter's mouth opened, but Draco held up a hand, as if loathe to break the strange spell that seemed to have befallen them. Potter's stockings ended at the tops of his thighs, and they were held in place with...Merlin have mercy...a black garter belt. Unfortunately, the tails of Potter's shirt hid any further delights from Draco's view. That was simply unacceptable. Draco flicked his wand again, moving the offending garment out of the way. He felt a moan build in his throat, and he clenched his jaw to prevent it from escaping.
Potter wasn't just wearing stockings and garters; he'd gone whole Hogwarts and was also wearing a flimsy pair of black knickers. His cock was barely contained by the skimpy scrap of silk, and as Draco looked his fill, he swore he could see Potter's cock swelling behind its scant barrier.
This was his teenage wet dream come true.
"Malfoy, I can explain," Potter whispered, voice rough with embarrassment.
"Can you?" Draco murmured, his attention still squarely on his partner's groin.
Potter tried again. "It's just that...you know what? Bugger off," he snapped, regaining his usual spark. "Where is my wand?" Potter reached for his cast-off trousers.
"Expelliarmus!"
Potter's wand flew into Draco's waiting hand.
"Give that back, you cunt!"
Draco willed himself back under control. "Potter, what you choose to wear is your own business," he said. "I promise I won't tell another soul. However, you're still injured, and I still intend to examine your knee."
"Stay the fuck away from me, Malfoy," Potter bit out. He shifted on the ground, trying to get his legs under him so as to stand up.
"I will cast an Incarcerous if I must," threatened Draco.
Potter froze and gaped up at him. "You wouldn't dare."
Draco narrowed his eyes, managing to keep them on Potter's face as he stared his partner down. It took longer than he had anticipated. Draco was the first to speak.
"I'm waiting, Potter."
"Fine, go on then and heal my knee," spat Potter.
Draco inwardly gloated over his victory, while outwardly he kept up a facade of concerned professionalism. He moved to Potter's side and crouched down, reaching for his partner's swollen knee.
"May I touch you, Auror Potter?"
Potter's impossibly green eyes snapped up to meet Draco's gaze. "Now you're asking permission?"
"I just don't want you crying wolf once we return to the Ministry," Draco replied.
Potter mustered a sneer. "Do your worst, Malfoy, but be quick about it."
Draco ducked his head so Potter wouldn't see him grin. There was that feistiness he'd come to expect from Potter. Draco placed his hand lightly on Potter's thigh, just above his injured knee. He heard Potter draw in a sharp breath.
"Does it hurt to touch you there?" Draco asked.
"N-no."
Draco clenched his jaw. Touching Potter's leg through his sheer stocking was sheer torture. Draco was having a difficult time focusing on Potter's injury when all he wanted to do was tear those ridiculous knickers off him and ravish him right there on the ground. He chanced a glance at his partner.
Potter's jaw was equally tight, but Draco noticed his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed heavily.
"Alright there, Potter?"
"Yes."
Draco skimmed his fingers lower, brushing them lightly over Potter's swollen knee. Potter's breath hissed on an indrawn breath.
"Does that hurt?" Draco asked.
"A...a little, yes."
Draco began probing a bit more thoroughly, although he was careful not to apply too much pressure. "I'm going to manipulate your knee to see how much range of motion you have," said Draco.
Potter gave a jerky nod in response.
Draco took a deep breath of his own and placed both hands on Potter's leg, one above the knee and the other on his calf. It was too bad Potter would never know how much effort it took for Draco to avoid caressing his leg through his naughty silk stocking. Draco carefully coaxed Potter to straighten his leg, noting the pained grimace on his face as he did so.
"That hurts."
"Yeah."
"But, you can move it?"
"Yes," Potter replied.
"Okay, let's try bending your knee," said Draco. He didn't wait for a response, but raised Potter's leg and began easing it into a bent position. The action opened Potter's legs, drawing Draco's eyes--once again--to his groin. He could clearly see the outline of his partner's cock behind the flimsy barricade of silk, and...dear Merlin...it seemed that Potter was getting harder. Either he was into pain, or else he enjoyed having Draco's hands on his leg.
"That's enough," Potter gasped.
Draco dragged his gaze away from Potter's bits and looked at him. His face was flushed, but there was no telling if it was from discomfort, embarrassment, or arousal. As Draco continued to stare at him, his tongue flicked out to dampen his lips.
Draco nearly groaned. He cleared his throat and said, "I believe you have a bad sprain. I can reduce the swelling and ease the ache." It was unfortunate that Draco's eyes were drawn once more to Potter's cock when he spoke of reducing swelling and easing an ache.
"Okay, yeah. That...that would be fantastic," said Potter.
Draco drew his wand once more and cast the appropriate spells. He waited until the swelling in Potter's knee was barely noticeable before he settled his hands on Potter's leg. Once again, he manipulated Potter's leg, straightening and bending it.
"How..." Draco paused to clear his throat. "How does that feel?"
"Much better, thank you," Potter responded hastily. He met Draco's gaze for a moment before lowering his eyes.
Draco decided to ask the question that had been nagging at him ever since he'd revealed his partner's peccadillo.
"Why?"
Potter's glance darted up and away again. He fidgeted with one of his garters. "I never had anything nice or soft when I was growing up," he whispered. "One day, when I was emptying the trash, I found a pair of Aunt Petunia's stockings that she was throwing away. They had a tear, I reckon. I nicked them and tried them on. They felt...they felt nice against my skin, and...and I still enjoy the way stockings feel."
Draco was still processing that information when Potter's eyes and voice hardened. "If you tell anyone, I'll hex you to within an inch of your life."
Draco stood up, brushed at his trousers, then retrieved Potter's trousers from where they'd landed on the ground. "I won't mention it," he promised. "Your sordid secret is safe with me." Draco casually tossed his partner's trousers to him.
Potter caught them and blinked up at Draco from the ground.
"But know this, Potter," said Draco. "Once this mission is over, you and I will have sex, and I expect you to be wearing those stockings and garters."
Sheer Pleasure
Cross-posted to hp_kinkfest
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Prompt Number: S63
Kink Showcased: Cross Dressing
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco is an Auror cross-trained in Healing, so why is his injured partner such an unwilling patient?
Content/Warnings: UST
Word Count/Art Medium: 1,611
Author/Artist Notes: Many thanks to acheforlove for the fabulous prompt, and to jake67jake for the brilliant beta!
Draco thought that Malfoys had mastered the art of the stiff upper lip, but he realized he had nothing on Harry Potter. Draco was standing over his partner, arms crossed, and brows drawn as he tried to stare Potter down. It wasn't working.
"It's nothing," Potter insisted.
Draco would be more inclined to believe him if Potter wasn't supine on the cold, hard ground, hands clutched around his rapidly swelling knee. They'd been on patrol in the Forest of Dean, searching for the campsite of a criminal, when Potter took a misstep and twisted his knee.
"Why don't you let me see for myself?" Draco suggested.
"That won't be necessary," Potter said, too quickly. "I just need a moment to catch my breath."
Draco had to force himself to unclench his jaw. He wasn't often paired with Potter, and at the moment, he wished someone else had drawn the assignment today. Draco took a deep breath and strove to remain calm as he patiently explained the situation.
"It is obvious you are injured," he began. "You may not recall, but while you were focusing your Auror training on spellwork, I focused on healing. I can assure you, Potter, that I am eminently qualified to assess your injury and treat it."
"I just tweaked my knee," said Potter. "I can walk it off."
"Did you forget to wear pants today?" Draco drawled.
"What?! No, of course not!"
"Then why are you so reluctant to drop your trousers in front of me?" asked Draco. "If it's because I'm bi, I can assure you that I have no immediate designs on your person." While it was true that Draco found Potter to be infuriatingly attractive, it was also true that at the moment, his intentions were purely altruistic.
"It's not that at all," Potter mumbled, not meeting Draco's eyes. "You must know I'm bent, so I don't care about you being bi."
Draco released an exasperated sigh. "If you don't want to push your trousers down, then let me pull the material up over your knee so I can examine it."
"That won't be necessary, Malfoy."
"I disagree, Potter," Draco bit out. "You're hurt, I'm your partner, as well as a Healer, and I insist you allow me to look at your knee."
Potter opened his mouth to continue the argument, but Draco was having none of it. His wand flashed into his hand, and he flicked it at his partner, Vanishing Potter's trousers with a hasty spell.
There was a sharply indrawn breath, and Draco couldn't honestly say if he'd made the sound or if Potter had. Draco's attention was locked onto his partner's legs...which were brilliantly showcased in a pair of sheer, black stockings. Draco's eyes traveled slowly up Potter's firm calves to his still-knobby knees and paused on his thighs. Draco swallowed.
Potter's mouth opened, but Draco held up a hand, as if loathe to break the strange spell that seemed to have befallen them. Potter's stockings ended at the tops of his thighs, and they were held in place with...Merlin have mercy...a black garter belt. Unfortunately, the tails of Potter's shirt hid any further delights from Draco's view. That was simply unacceptable. Draco flicked his wand again, moving the offending garment out of the way. He felt a moan build in his throat, and he clenched his jaw to prevent it from escaping.
Potter wasn't just wearing stockings and garters; he'd gone whole Hogwarts and was also wearing a flimsy pair of black knickers. His cock was barely contained by the skimpy scrap of silk, and as Draco looked his fill, he swore he could see Potter's cock swelling behind its scant barrier.
This was his teenage wet dream come true.
"Malfoy, I can explain," Potter whispered, voice rough with embarrassment.
"Can you?" Draco murmured, his attention still squarely on his partner's groin.
Potter tried again. "It's just that...you know what? Bugger off," he snapped, regaining his usual spark. "Where is my wand?" Potter reached for his cast-off trousers.
"Expelliarmus!"
Potter's wand flew into Draco's waiting hand.
"Give that back, you cunt!"
Draco willed himself back under control. "Potter, what you choose to wear is your own business," he said. "I promise I won't tell another soul. However, you're still injured, and I still intend to examine your knee."
"Stay the fuck away from me, Malfoy," Potter bit out. He shifted on the ground, trying to get his legs under him so as to stand up.
"I will cast an Incarcerous if I must," threatened Draco.
Potter froze and gaped up at him. "You wouldn't dare."
Draco narrowed his eyes, managing to keep them on Potter's face as he stared his partner down. It took longer than he had anticipated. Draco was the first to speak.
"I'm waiting, Potter."
"Fine, go on then and heal my knee," spat Potter.
Draco inwardly gloated over his victory, while outwardly he kept up a facade of concerned professionalism. He moved to Potter's side and crouched down, reaching for his partner's swollen knee.
"May I touch you, Auror Potter?"
Potter's impossibly green eyes snapped up to meet Draco's gaze. "Now you're asking permission?"
"I just don't want you crying wolf once we return to the Ministry," Draco replied.
Potter mustered a sneer. "Do your worst, Malfoy, but be quick about it."
Draco ducked his head so Potter wouldn't see him grin. There was that feistiness he'd come to expect from Potter. Draco placed his hand lightly on Potter's thigh, just above his injured knee. He heard Potter draw in a sharp breath.
"Does it hurt to touch you there?" Draco asked.
"N-no."
Draco clenched his jaw. Touching Potter's leg through his sheer stocking was sheer torture. Draco was having a difficult time focusing on Potter's injury when all he wanted to do was tear those ridiculous knickers off him and ravish him right there on the ground. He chanced a glance at his partner.
Potter's jaw was equally tight, but Draco noticed his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed heavily.
"Alright there, Potter?"
"Yes."
Draco skimmed his fingers lower, brushing them lightly over Potter's swollen knee. Potter's breath hissed on an indrawn breath.
"Does that hurt?" Draco asked.
"A...a little, yes."
Draco began probing a bit more thoroughly, although he was careful not to apply too much pressure. "I'm going to manipulate your knee to see how much range of motion you have," said Draco.
Potter gave a jerky nod in response.
Draco took a deep breath of his own and placed both hands on Potter's leg, one above the knee and the other on his calf. It was too bad Potter would never know how much effort it took for Draco to avoid caressing his leg through his naughty silk stocking. Draco carefully coaxed Potter to straighten his leg, noting the pained grimace on his face as he did so.
"That hurts."
"Yeah."
"But, you can move it?"
"Yes," Potter replied.
"Okay, let's try bending your knee," said Draco. He didn't wait for a response, but raised Potter's leg and began easing it into a bent position. The action opened Potter's legs, drawing Draco's eyes--once again--to his groin. He could clearly see the outline of his partner's cock behind the flimsy barricade of silk, and...dear Merlin...it seemed that Potter was getting harder. Either he was into pain, or else he enjoyed having Draco's hands on his leg.
"That's enough," Potter gasped.
Draco dragged his gaze away from Potter's bits and looked at him. His face was flushed, but there was no telling if it was from discomfort, embarrassment, or arousal. As Draco continued to stare at him, his tongue flicked out to dampen his lips.
Draco nearly groaned. He cleared his throat and said, "I believe you have a bad sprain. I can reduce the swelling and ease the ache." It was unfortunate that Draco's eyes were drawn once more to Potter's cock when he spoke of reducing swelling and easing an ache.
"Okay, yeah. That...that would be fantastic," said Potter.
Draco drew his wand once more and cast the appropriate spells. He waited until the swelling in Potter's knee was barely noticeable before he settled his hands on Potter's leg. Once again, he manipulated Potter's leg, straightening and bending it.
"How..." Draco paused to clear his throat. "How does that feel?"
"Much better, thank you," Potter responded hastily. He met Draco's gaze for a moment before lowering his eyes.
Draco decided to ask the question that had been nagging at him ever since he'd revealed his partner's peccadillo.
"Why?"
Potter's glance darted up and away again. He fidgeted with one of his garters. "I never had anything nice or soft when I was growing up," he whispered. "One day, when I was emptying the trash, I found a pair of Aunt Petunia's stockings that she was throwing away. They had a tear, I reckon. I nicked them and tried them on. They felt...they felt nice against my skin, and...and I still enjoy the way stockings feel."
Draco was still processing that information when Potter's eyes and voice hardened. "If you tell anyone, I'll hex you to within an inch of your life."
Draco stood up, brushed at his trousers, then retrieved Potter's trousers from where they'd landed on the ground. "I won't mention it," he promised. "Your sordid secret is safe with me." Draco casually tossed his partner's trousers to him.
Potter caught them and blinked up at Draco from the ground.
"But know this, Potter," said Draco. "Once this mission is over, you and I will have sex, and I expect you to be wearing those stockings and garters."
Sheer Pleasure
Cross-posted to hp_kinkfest