Orgasmic Orange
Title: Orgasmic Orange
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Tonks
Rating: R
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity, language
Word count: 665
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 tussle, boots, wig
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 128 - Don't let the moment pass. Indulge
♦ hd_pots_n_porn June/July prompt of birthday cake/food
Summary: Harry gives the best gifts.
Harry checked and double-checked his Muggle disguise. Satisfied that the mustache was firmly in place and his hat covered the ginger wig he was wearing, Harry stepped into Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers. His shoulders tightened in anticipation of being accosted by the proprietress. When nothing happened, Harry relaxed. He made his stealthy way to the aisle that showcased the scandalous knickers the shop was famous for.
A figure abruptly stepped in front of him from a side aisle, startling Harry into crying out and stumbling back a step.
"Constant vigilance!" bellowed Tonks. "Moody would be so disappointed in you, Harry."
"Bloody hell," wheezed Harry, one hand over his heart. "You scared ten years off my fucking life."
Tonks threw her head back and laughed.
"How did you know it was me?" grumped Harry.
"I've seen you wear that ratty hat before," she replied. "Unlike you, I excel at constant vigilance," she added, punching his shoulder lightly. "Are you shopping for handcuffs and floggers today?"
"What?! No!" blurted Harry. He could feel his face get hot and wondered if his mustache would spontaneously combust. He cleared his throat. "I need some knickers for Draco's birthday."
Tonks nodded, all business now. "I have some in his size."
"They're for me."
"You're buying knickers for yourself?!" Tonks boomed.
Harry face-palmed, leaving half his mustache hanging from his lip.
"That makes sense," said Tonks, oblivious to his discomfort. "I have some in your size, too."
()*()
"Dinner was incredible, Harry," said Draco. "Thank you." He dabbed at his lips and set his serviette down.
"I wanted to go all out for your birthday," Harry said, smiling in pleasure. "I baked a cake, too. Shall I plate some for us?"
"I really shouldn't," Draco hedged, although his eyes brightened with interest. He did have a sweet tooth, after all.
"Don't let the moment pass," Harry told him. "Indulge a little. It's your birthday. And it's chocolate cake."
"Very well, you've talked me into it."
()*()
When they headed up to bed later that night, Draco was still rhapsodizing over his birthday largesse. "How did you know I had my eyes on those boots, Harry?"
"Madame Malkin clued me in when I visited her shop," Harry replied. He didn't dare admit he'd been in search of a bland tie.
"I can't wait to wear them this Autumn," Draco said as he began to unbutton his shirt.
"How about for my birthday you wear the boots and nothing else?" Harry suggested with a naughty smirk.
Draco responded with a naughty smirk of his own. "I just may do that."
Harry's libido ramped up, and his voice dropped. "I do have one more gift for you."
"Oh? Is it in your pants?"
"No," said Harry. "It's in my...knickers."
Draco was stepping out of his trousers, and he tottered and nearly fell over. "Did you say knickers?"
Harry nodded and dampened his lips with his tongue. "Would you like me to show yo-oof!"
Draco kicked free of his trousers and tackled Harry onto their bed, where a minor tussle took place. Draco seemed to have grown an extra pair of hands as he yanked and tugged at Harry's clothing until he revealed his prize.
"Orange," he breathed, smoothing his fingers over the satiny material and teasing Harry's barely-contained erection in the process. "A bold choice."
"Tonks thought...the color would...would look good on...someone," panted Harry, arching into Draco's caresses. "Me, I think."
"Who told you that?" asked Draco, his voice muffled as he nuzzled the front of Harry's knickers.
"What? Who?" Harry was too far gone to keep up with the conversation.
Draco sat up and hooked his fingers at the edge of Harry's knickers. "You do look smashing in these," he said, "but you'll look better out of them."
()*()
"Tha' was the best birthday gift ever," Draco slurred.
Harry stretched and winced a little. "The boots?" he teased.
"Mm, I love the boots, but no."
"The knickers, then?" Harry asked, smiling in satisfaction.
"Not the knickers, the orgasm."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Tonks
Rating: R
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity, language
Word count: 665
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 tussle, boots, wig
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 128 - Don't let the moment pass. Indulge
♦ hd_pots_n_porn June/July prompt of birthday cake/food
Summary: Harry gives the best gifts.
Harry checked and double-checked his Muggle disguise. Satisfied that the mustache was firmly in place and his hat covered the ginger wig he was wearing, Harry stepped into Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers. His shoulders tightened in anticipation of being accosted by the proprietress. When nothing happened, Harry relaxed. He made his stealthy way to the aisle that showcased the scandalous knickers the shop was famous for.
A figure abruptly stepped in front of him from a side aisle, startling Harry into crying out and stumbling back a step.
"Constant vigilance!" bellowed Tonks. "Moody would be so disappointed in you, Harry."
"Bloody hell," wheezed Harry, one hand over his heart. "You scared ten years off my fucking life."
Tonks threw her head back and laughed.
"How did you know it was me?" grumped Harry.
"I've seen you wear that ratty hat before," she replied. "Unlike you, I excel at constant vigilance," she added, punching his shoulder lightly. "Are you shopping for handcuffs and floggers today?"
"What?! No!" blurted Harry. He could feel his face get hot and wondered if his mustache would spontaneously combust. He cleared his throat. "I need some knickers for Draco's birthday."
Tonks nodded, all business now. "I have some in his size."
"They're for me."
"You're buying knickers for yourself?!" Tonks boomed.
Harry face-palmed, leaving half his mustache hanging from his lip.
"That makes sense," said Tonks, oblivious to his discomfort. "I have some in your size, too."
()*()
"Dinner was incredible, Harry," said Draco. "Thank you." He dabbed at his lips and set his serviette down.
"I wanted to go all out for your birthday," Harry said, smiling in pleasure. "I baked a cake, too. Shall I plate some for us?"
"I really shouldn't," Draco hedged, although his eyes brightened with interest. He did have a sweet tooth, after all.
"Don't let the moment pass," Harry told him. "Indulge a little. It's your birthday. And it's chocolate cake."
"Very well, you've talked me into it."
()*()
When they headed up to bed later that night, Draco was still rhapsodizing over his birthday largesse. "How did you know I had my eyes on those boots, Harry?"
"Madame Malkin clued me in when I visited her shop," Harry replied. He didn't dare admit he'd been in search of a bland tie.
"I can't wait to wear them this Autumn," Draco said as he began to unbutton his shirt.
"How about for my birthday you wear the boots and nothing else?" Harry suggested with a naughty smirk.
Draco responded with a naughty smirk of his own. "I just may do that."
Harry's libido ramped up, and his voice dropped. "I do have one more gift for you."
"Oh? Is it in your pants?"
"No," said Harry. "It's in my...knickers."
Draco was stepping out of his trousers, and he tottered and nearly fell over. "Did you say knickers?"
Harry nodded and dampened his lips with his tongue. "Would you like me to show yo-oof!"
Draco kicked free of his trousers and tackled Harry onto their bed, where a minor tussle took place. Draco seemed to have grown an extra pair of hands as he yanked and tugged at Harry's clothing until he revealed his prize.
"Orange," he breathed, smoothing his fingers over the satiny material and teasing Harry's barely-contained erection in the process. "A bold choice."
"Tonks thought...the color would...would look good on...someone," panted Harry, arching into Draco's caresses. "Me, I think."
"Who told you that?" asked Draco, his voice muffled as he nuzzled the front of Harry's knickers.
"What? Who?" Harry was too far gone to keep up with the conversation.
Draco sat up and hooked his fingers at the edge of Harry's knickers. "You do look smashing in these," he said, "but you'll look better out of them."
()*()
"Tha' was the best birthday gift ever," Draco slurred.
Harry stretched and winced a little. "The boots?" he teased.
"Mm, I love the boots, but no."
"The knickers, then?" Harry asked, smiling in satisfaction.
"Not the knickers, the orgasm."