Turbulent Turquoise
Title: Turbulent Turquoise
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Tonks
Rating: R
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for bleedingangel84, who requested more of Naughty Knickers, with the prompts honey, pickles, edible lube
Summary: Time for a more exotic flavor of lubricant.
Draco looked left then right, checked his glamour, and eased open the door to Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers.
"Wotcher, Draco!" bellowed Tonks.
Draco sighed and dropped his glamour. "I would appreciate it if you would keep your voice down to the level of an enraged troll, please."
"Buck up, cuz, no one else is here," said Tonks. "Back for more flavored lubricant?"
Draco felt his ears get hot. "Er, ahem, yes, but Harry and I have tried all the fruit-flavored ones, and I was wondering if you had something more, um, exotic?"
Tonks' eyes brightened. "I have just the thing."
()*()
Draco concentrated on eating his dinner and making small talk with Harry. He strove not to squirm. It was no use. Harry's fork clattered to his plate, and Draco glanced up to find himself the center of Harry's focused regard.
"Is there something you'd like to share with me, Draco?"
Draco tried to play it cool. "Such as?"
"Such as why you're wriggling in your chair like you're in need of a good shag."
"Mm, now that you mention it--"
"Dra-co."
"Very well," said Draco, bowing to the inevitable. "I visited Tonks at her shop today, and--"
"Upstairs. Now."
Draco frowned. "You didn't let me finish."
"We haven't even begun yet."
Draco crossed his arms, waiting until Harry slumped back in his seat and waved a hand at him to continue. "Thank you. As I was saying, I visited Tonks' shop and asked her to recommend a, shall we say more exotic flavor of edible lubricant."
Harry's pupils expanded, and his breath whooshed out. "What flavor did you buy?"
"Pickles." Draco sat there with a faint smirk on his face as he waited for Harry's brain to engage.
Harry blinked, scowled, and blinked again. "Pickles?!"
A snort of laughter escaped Draco. "You should see the look on your face!"
"Very funny, you wanker," growled Harry. "What flavor did you actually get?"
Draco's smile was slow and seductive. "You'll have to find out."
"Upstairs. Now."
()*()
Harry was sitting on the bed, naked, and he was the one doing all the squirming this time. "You are wearing some of your sexy knickers, yeah?"
Draco tossed his shirt over a nearby chair and reached for his zip. "No, I'm wearing your tatty pair of pants with the hole near the waistband."
Harry's mouth opened and worked like a fish's for a moment. "You're having me on," he accused, sounding faintly horrified.
"Literally."
"What?!"
"Honestly, Harry. Do you really think I'd touch your manky pants, let alone wear them?"
Harry plucked at the duvet. "They're not so bad."
Draco raised a single brow and waited.
"Okay, okay," sighed Harry. "I'll bin them."
"Bin them? You should burn them," Draco groused as he turned away and lowered his zip. He grasped the waist of his trousers and pushed them down, revealing his new pair of bright blue knickers. Draco spun around and planted his hands on his hips, framing the lacey inset at the front of the knickers that barely restrained his straining cock.
Harry wheezed and leaned forward, nearly toppling himself off the bed. "Come," he managed to say.
"I intend to."
"Here. Now."
"Bossy, bossy," Draco sassed. Nevertheless, he obediently approached, yelping when Harry caught him by the waist and tumbled him to the bed.
Harry pawed at Draco until he was on his stomach with his arse in the air. He gripped the waistband of Draco's knickers.
"Don't you dare tear these! I paid a dear price for them."
Harry gritted his teeth and tugged the knickers down slowly, baring the creamy perfection of Draco's arse. He nipped one firm cheek before parting them with his thumbs. Harry hesitated.
"Please tell me it's not pickles."
"It's not pickles, you toss pot."
Reassured, Harry leaned in and stuck his tongue out for a taste. "Mm, honey."
()*()
Draco was facedown in the tangled bedding, feeling as if he'd been through a wind turbine. Harry was draped over him, but his weight was not unwelcome. Not yet, anyway.
"Did you enjoy your surprise?" Draco asked before cracking a yawn.
"Mm, yeah."
"Would you have enjoyed it if I'd actually bought the pickle-flavored lube?"
Harry rolled to his side and squinted at Draco. "She didn't really have pickle, did she?"
"Yes, but I told Tonks you weren't that adventurous."
"Oy, I'm adventurous!"
Draco raised his head. "Enough to try the pickle lube?" he challenged.
Harry grimaced. "Yeah, if you're the one doing the rimming."
Scandalous Scarlet
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Tonks
Rating: R
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for bleedingangel84, who requested more of Naughty Knickers, with the prompts honey, pickles, edible lube
Summary: Time for a more exotic flavor of lubricant.
Draco looked left then right, checked his glamour, and eased open the door to Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers.
"Wotcher, Draco!" bellowed Tonks.
Draco sighed and dropped his glamour. "I would appreciate it if you would keep your voice down to the level of an enraged troll, please."
"Buck up, cuz, no one else is here," said Tonks. "Back for more flavored lubricant?"
Draco felt his ears get hot. "Er, ahem, yes, but Harry and I have tried all the fruit-flavored ones, and I was wondering if you had something more, um, exotic?"
Tonks' eyes brightened. "I have just the thing."
()*()
Draco concentrated on eating his dinner and making small talk with Harry. He strove not to squirm. It was no use. Harry's fork clattered to his plate, and Draco glanced up to find himself the center of Harry's focused regard.
"Is there something you'd like to share with me, Draco?"
Draco tried to play it cool. "Such as?"
"Such as why you're wriggling in your chair like you're in need of a good shag."
"Mm, now that you mention it--"
"Dra-co."
"Very well," said Draco, bowing to the inevitable. "I visited Tonks at her shop today, and--"
"Upstairs. Now."
Draco frowned. "You didn't let me finish."
"We haven't even begun yet."
Draco crossed his arms, waiting until Harry slumped back in his seat and waved a hand at him to continue. "Thank you. As I was saying, I visited Tonks' shop and asked her to recommend a, shall we say more exotic flavor of edible lubricant."
Harry's pupils expanded, and his breath whooshed out. "What flavor did you buy?"
"Pickles." Draco sat there with a faint smirk on his face as he waited for Harry's brain to engage.
Harry blinked, scowled, and blinked again. "Pickles?!"
A snort of laughter escaped Draco. "You should see the look on your face!"
"Very funny, you wanker," growled Harry. "What flavor did you actually get?"
Draco's smile was slow and seductive. "You'll have to find out."
"Upstairs. Now."
()*()
Harry was sitting on the bed, naked, and he was the one doing all the squirming this time. "You are wearing some of your sexy knickers, yeah?"
Draco tossed his shirt over a nearby chair and reached for his zip. "No, I'm wearing your tatty pair of pants with the hole near the waistband."
Harry's mouth opened and worked like a fish's for a moment. "You're having me on," he accused, sounding faintly horrified.
"Literally."
"What?!"
"Honestly, Harry. Do you really think I'd touch your manky pants, let alone wear them?"
Harry plucked at the duvet. "They're not so bad."
Draco raised a single brow and waited.
"Okay, okay," sighed Harry. "I'll bin them."
"Bin them? You should burn them," Draco groused as he turned away and lowered his zip. He grasped the waist of his trousers and pushed them down, revealing his new pair of bright blue knickers. Draco spun around and planted his hands on his hips, framing the lacey inset at the front of the knickers that barely restrained his straining cock.
Harry wheezed and leaned forward, nearly toppling himself off the bed. "Come," he managed to say.
"I intend to."
"Here. Now."
"Bossy, bossy," Draco sassed. Nevertheless, he obediently approached, yelping when Harry caught him by the waist and tumbled him to the bed.
Harry pawed at Draco until he was on his stomach with his arse in the air. He gripped the waistband of Draco's knickers.
"Don't you dare tear these! I paid a dear price for them."
Harry gritted his teeth and tugged the knickers down slowly, baring the creamy perfection of Draco's arse. He nipped one firm cheek before parting them with his thumbs. Harry hesitated.
"Please tell me it's not pickles."
"It's not pickles, you toss pot."
Reassured, Harry leaned in and stuck his tongue out for a taste. "Mm, honey."
()*()
Draco was facedown in the tangled bedding, feeling as if he'd been through a wind turbine. Harry was draped over him, but his weight was not unwelcome. Not yet, anyway.
"Did you enjoy your surprise?" Draco asked before cracking a yawn.
"Mm, yeah."
"Would you have enjoyed it if I'd actually bought the pickle-flavored lube?"
Harry rolled to his side and squinted at Draco. "She didn't really have pickle, did she?"
"Yes, but I told Tonks you weren't that adventurous."
"Oy, I'm adventurous!"
Draco raised his head. "Enough to try the pickle lube?" he challenged.
Harry grimaced. "Yeah, if you're the one doing the rimming."
Scandalous Scarlet