Fic: Tease (1600, NC-17)
This one *is* Harry/Draco. Finally managed it.
Title: Tease
Author: fat_teaspoon
Beta: delay_mundane
Word count: 1600
Rating: NC-17
Author’s notes: This features musical theatre star!Harry, and his dresser!Draco, as requested by some, as a bit of a follow up to Hogwarts; a Musical History. If you read that first it’ll probably make more sense (it’s not very long), but I think this one does more or less stand alone. I kind of wanted to write some smut. It's very fandom cliche, but it was fun to do! *grin*
The bastard was at it again. Six bloody changes, and every single time Draco had taken every possible opportunity to tease Harry. Some of those weren’t even opportunities at all, Harry thought crossly. No normal dresser would squeeze people’s balls during one minute changes. It was winding him up to the extent that he was having to be pushed back on stage by Draco, who thankfully seemed to have memorised his entrances. Harry supposed he would have had to, to safely be able to reduce him to this brainless state.
Damn though, Draco was good, Harry thought, during one of Luna’s monologue-followed-by-aria type scenes the writers had seen fit to include. Not many people would dare to do anything expect rip clothes off and throw others back on during a quick change, especially when it was Harry Potter they were dealing with. Draco seemed to have no fear.
Harry’s reluctant amusement was starkly reversed during the final break before the Act Two Finale. Fortunately, the change was longer, a full ten minutes, most of which was absolutely necessary to get Harry into the complex costume. Draco seemed suddenly unaccountably clumsy. He fumbled with zips, caught Harry’s hair in buttons and wiped half his make up off with a misjudged yank of a shirt. Harry couldn’t figure out what was going on, and the clock was ticking. Draco’s teasing had stopped though, which was a relief.
Abruptly, Harry forgot how to breathe. Pausing in the act of zipping his fly, Draco had wrapped one hand roughly around his cock. Forcing his suddenly blood-starved brain to listen, he realised Luna had roughly two sentences to go before his entrance. Fuck Draco! Harry couldn’t believe the arsehole would send him out on stage with a now enormous erection. Ripping himself away he yanked up his fly and stalked abruptly on stage, throwing an icy glare over his shoulder.
Harry came off stage almost panting with fury. He was convinced that at least the first five rows, if not the whole of the sodding stalls, had been able to see his cock pressing up inside his pants. He’d be lucky if he wasn’t on WizTube tomorrow. ‘Harry Potter with raging hard-on’. Draco was nowhere to be seen. Harry stomped down to his dressing room in a temper.
Flinging open the door he marched into the room, eyes narrowed. He halted hastily upon spotting Draco, lounged on his sofa, legs flung negligently over the arm, blond hair flipping into his eyes. Completely naked. Harry double-checked. No, not a stitch of clothing.
Kicking the door shut behind him Harry stormed towards the sofa and dragged Draco up by his shoulders. Turning, he pushed him roughly into the wall, not caring that his back would be scraping along the rough plaster. Shoving himself forward so that they were nose to nose, Harry hissed. ‘What the fuck were you playing at?’
Draco’s grey eyes widened, and Harry could see his pulse going in his neck. Draco said nothing, and so Harry shook him slightly, not letting up his grip on the blond’s shoulders.
‘You bloody tease! How dare you do that? This is my career you’re fucking with, did you think of that?’ Harry couldn’t remember ever being this furiously angry with Draco, not even in their schooldays.
Draco finally spoke. ‘No,’ he admitted, sounding slightly breathless. ‘I thought of this.’ He closed the gap of a couple of inches between their mouths, capturing Harry’s lips in a rough kiss.
Harry couldn’t stand it. All the pent up tension, the sexual energy, the blazing anger he’d been feeling, they needed an outlet. Suddenly, he didn’t hate Draco any more for what he’d done. But he desperately wanted him. He broke the kiss and shoved at Draco again, causing his head to bounce into the wall. Reminiscent of their first night’s acquaintance, Harry thought vaguely. He could see Draco’s panic, could see him wonder if he really had massively fucked up.
Leaning forward, he pressed his whole body firmly against Draco’s; groin to groin, chest to chest and mouth to mouth. Without warning he grabbed Draco’s hands and pinned them against the wall by his head. The kiss was forceful, almost violent in its intensity. Draco’s hot mouth moved under his, but Harry didn’t want him in control. He wanted him responding to him, giving himself back, he wanted Draco to be moved by him for once.
Without letting go Draco’s hands Harry began to work his body up and down, not caring that the many layers of fabric composing his costume still lay between them. All that mattered was that he could feel Draco’s erect cock against him and, more importantly, that Draco could feel his.
Draco twisted his head, desperately gasping for breath. ‘Please, Harry…’ he panted. ‘Please, fuck me already.’
Harry wanted to make him wait, to have him begging, but he knew that he wasn’t able to wait
himself. ‘Get me out of this,’ he snarled, dropping Draco’s hands. Draco, the best dresser in the West End, had never moved faster. It seemed only seconds to Harry before his costume was scattered in pieces across the dressing room, and he himself was as naked as Draco.
Moving quickly, Harry rooted through his bottom drawer. He’d never quite worked out why he kept lube in his dressing room, but he was bloody grateful now. Turning, he saw that Draco had backed up against the wall again, and was standing with a sort of wary, cat-like poise, as if suddenly doubting what he’d done.
‘Last chance to back out.’ Harry deliberately used his stage voice, pitching smooth and low, and as anticipated, watched Draco shiver, cock bobbing in front of him. Harry moved forward, trying to imbue his movements with the same grace as Draco possessed. He’d never been much of a dancer, but if Draco’s eyes, breathing and cock were anything to go by, he didn’t care.
He halted in front of Draco. Flipping open the top of the bottle he held the blond’s eyes with his own as he liberally coated his now aching, leaking cock with lube. Draco’s need was palpable. Harry hoped he himself wasn’t as obvious. Or maybe he hoped he was. He just didn’t know any more.
Upending the bottle again he dripped fluid onto his fingers. He pushed the cap down and dropped the bottle. With his clean hand he gently but firmly pushed Draco’s shoulder back, pinning him against the rough wall once more. Draco’s breath was coming faster and faster, and his cock was weeping even more than Harry’s own.
Keeping his body at a distance, Harry extended his free hand and began to trace cold trails down Draco’s stomach. Draco bucked forward, desperately seeking contact. Although likewise in need, Harry arched backwards, preventing Draco from getting any kind of satisfaction. His hand moved lower, carefully avoiding Draco’s cock, teasing down one thigh. Harry relented, and reached further to touch Draco’s balls - carefully at first, then more firmly, causing Draco to sob and moan, eyes squeezed shut.
Harry couldn’t wait any longer, and, reaching around, slid his fingers quickly along Draco’s arse. Draco lifted his hips, making access easier. Harry circled his still slippery fingers around Draco’s hole, not willing to rush him, or hurt him, despite his own desperate need, and lingering anger. Draco though, seemed to have other ideas. He reached down, grabbed Harry’s hand and directed one finger firmly towards himself. ‘Fuck me already,’ he growled. Harry would have smiled at his blatant communication of his desire, if he wasn’t so aroused.
Complying, he pushed his finger firmly into Draco, eliciting a frantic moan. He bent his finger, working him in and out, trying to find the right spot. When the sounds Draco was making became even louder, and more intense, Harry added a second finger, continuing to move firmly in and out, but beginning to stretch Draco too.
Draco’s hips were moving back and forth in time with Harry’s thrusts as he strove for more. ‘Harry, for Merlin’s sake, please,’ he gasped out. Harry gave into the desire which had been driving him all night. He pulled out his fingers, roughly, causing Draco to cry out. Their eyes locked, and Harry saw nothing but need and willingness in Draco’s. Using both hands he spun Draco, turning him into the wall. Once more he grabbed his hands and pinned him. With barely a pause he pushed in, fast, not caring anymore whether he hurt the blond, as Draco had made it clear he was more than ready. A few long, deep thrusts was all it took before Harry came. Draco came in response, Harry could feel him clenching and spasming, emptying himself between his stomach and the dressing room wall.
Harry stayed where he was for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Draco under him, pinned by hands and cock. Turning his head slightly, he took Draco’s ear between his teeth, and nibbled, not gently, commanding the other man’s attention.
‘Next time, all you have to do is ask,’ Harry purred, gently moving his hips to punctuate the point, before finally drawing out of Draco. He allowed the blond to turn, so that they were face to face. Draco took the half step between them, allowing their stomachs to touch, smearing Draco’s come onto Harry. Their hands joined, almost unconsciously.
Draco met Harry’s eyes for a long moment before he spoke. ‘Of course. But it wouldn’t be half the fun.’ His grey eyes sparked with fun and challenge.
And Harry saw that perhaps a few ‘Potter hard-on’ WizTube hits wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Fin.
Title: Tease
Author: fat_teaspoon
Beta: delay_mundane
Word count: 1600
Rating: NC-17
Author’s notes: This features musical theatre star!Harry, and his dresser!Draco, as requested by some, as a bit of a follow up to Hogwarts; a Musical History. If you read that first it’ll probably make more sense (it’s not very long), but I think this one does more or less stand alone. I kind of wanted to write some smut. It's very fandom cliche, but it was fun to do! *grin*
The bastard was at it again. Six bloody changes, and every single time Draco had taken every possible opportunity to tease Harry. Some of those weren’t even opportunities at all, Harry thought crossly. No normal dresser would squeeze people’s balls during one minute changes. It was winding him up to the extent that he was having to be pushed back on stage by Draco, who thankfully seemed to have memorised his entrances. Harry supposed he would have had to, to safely be able to reduce him to this brainless state.
Damn though, Draco was good, Harry thought, during one of Luna’s monologue-followed-by-aria type scenes the writers had seen fit to include. Not many people would dare to do anything expect rip clothes off and throw others back on during a quick change, especially when it was Harry Potter they were dealing with. Draco seemed to have no fear.
Harry’s reluctant amusement was starkly reversed during the final break before the Act Two Finale. Fortunately, the change was longer, a full ten minutes, most of which was absolutely necessary to get Harry into the complex costume. Draco seemed suddenly unaccountably clumsy. He fumbled with zips, caught Harry’s hair in buttons and wiped half his make up off with a misjudged yank of a shirt. Harry couldn’t figure out what was going on, and the clock was ticking. Draco’s teasing had stopped though, which was a relief.
Abruptly, Harry forgot how to breathe. Pausing in the act of zipping his fly, Draco had wrapped one hand roughly around his cock. Forcing his suddenly blood-starved brain to listen, he realised Luna had roughly two sentences to go before his entrance. Fuck Draco! Harry couldn’t believe the arsehole would send him out on stage with a now enormous erection. Ripping himself away he yanked up his fly and stalked abruptly on stage, throwing an icy glare over his shoulder.
Harry came off stage almost panting with fury. He was convinced that at least the first five rows, if not the whole of the sodding stalls, had been able to see his cock pressing up inside his pants. He’d be lucky if he wasn’t on WizTube tomorrow. ‘Harry Potter with raging hard-on’. Draco was nowhere to be seen. Harry stomped down to his dressing room in a temper.
Flinging open the door he marched into the room, eyes narrowed. He halted hastily upon spotting Draco, lounged on his sofa, legs flung negligently over the arm, blond hair flipping into his eyes. Completely naked. Harry double-checked. No, not a stitch of clothing.
Kicking the door shut behind him Harry stormed towards the sofa and dragged Draco up by his shoulders. Turning, he pushed him roughly into the wall, not caring that his back would be scraping along the rough plaster. Shoving himself forward so that they were nose to nose, Harry hissed. ‘What the fuck were you playing at?’
Draco’s grey eyes widened, and Harry could see his pulse going in his neck. Draco said nothing, and so Harry shook him slightly, not letting up his grip on the blond’s shoulders.
‘You bloody tease! How dare you do that? This is my career you’re fucking with, did you think of that?’ Harry couldn’t remember ever being this furiously angry with Draco, not even in their schooldays.
Draco finally spoke. ‘No,’ he admitted, sounding slightly breathless. ‘I thought of this.’ He closed the gap of a couple of inches between their mouths, capturing Harry’s lips in a rough kiss.
Harry couldn’t stand it. All the pent up tension, the sexual energy, the blazing anger he’d been feeling, they needed an outlet. Suddenly, he didn’t hate Draco any more for what he’d done. But he desperately wanted him. He broke the kiss and shoved at Draco again, causing his head to bounce into the wall. Reminiscent of their first night’s acquaintance, Harry thought vaguely. He could see Draco’s panic, could see him wonder if he really had massively fucked up.
Leaning forward, he pressed his whole body firmly against Draco’s; groin to groin, chest to chest and mouth to mouth. Without warning he grabbed Draco’s hands and pinned them against the wall by his head. The kiss was forceful, almost violent in its intensity. Draco’s hot mouth moved under his, but Harry didn’t want him in control. He wanted him responding to him, giving himself back, he wanted Draco to be moved by him for once.
Without letting go Draco’s hands Harry began to work his body up and down, not caring that the many layers of fabric composing his costume still lay between them. All that mattered was that he could feel Draco’s erect cock against him and, more importantly, that Draco could feel his.
Draco twisted his head, desperately gasping for breath. ‘Please, Harry…’ he panted. ‘Please, fuck me already.’
Harry wanted to make him wait, to have him begging, but he knew that he wasn’t able to wait
himself. ‘Get me out of this,’ he snarled, dropping Draco’s hands. Draco, the best dresser in the West End, had never moved faster. It seemed only seconds to Harry before his costume was scattered in pieces across the dressing room, and he himself was as naked as Draco.
Moving quickly, Harry rooted through his bottom drawer. He’d never quite worked out why he kept lube in his dressing room, but he was bloody grateful now. Turning, he saw that Draco had backed up against the wall again, and was standing with a sort of wary, cat-like poise, as if suddenly doubting what he’d done.
‘Last chance to back out.’ Harry deliberately used his stage voice, pitching smooth and low, and as anticipated, watched Draco shiver, cock bobbing in front of him. Harry moved forward, trying to imbue his movements with the same grace as Draco possessed. He’d never been much of a dancer, but if Draco’s eyes, breathing and cock were anything to go by, he didn’t care.
He halted in front of Draco. Flipping open the top of the bottle he held the blond’s eyes with his own as he liberally coated his now aching, leaking cock with lube. Draco’s need was palpable. Harry hoped he himself wasn’t as obvious. Or maybe he hoped he was. He just didn’t know any more.
Upending the bottle again he dripped fluid onto his fingers. He pushed the cap down and dropped the bottle. With his clean hand he gently but firmly pushed Draco’s shoulder back, pinning him against the rough wall once more. Draco’s breath was coming faster and faster, and his cock was weeping even more than Harry’s own.
Keeping his body at a distance, Harry extended his free hand and began to trace cold trails down Draco’s stomach. Draco bucked forward, desperately seeking contact. Although likewise in need, Harry arched backwards, preventing Draco from getting any kind of satisfaction. His hand moved lower, carefully avoiding Draco’s cock, teasing down one thigh. Harry relented, and reached further to touch Draco’s balls - carefully at first, then more firmly, causing Draco to sob and moan, eyes squeezed shut.
Harry couldn’t wait any longer, and, reaching around, slid his fingers quickly along Draco’s arse. Draco lifted his hips, making access easier. Harry circled his still slippery fingers around Draco’s hole, not willing to rush him, or hurt him, despite his own desperate need, and lingering anger. Draco though, seemed to have other ideas. He reached down, grabbed Harry’s hand and directed one finger firmly towards himself. ‘Fuck me already,’ he growled. Harry would have smiled at his blatant communication of his desire, if he wasn’t so aroused.
Complying, he pushed his finger firmly into Draco, eliciting a frantic moan. He bent his finger, working him in and out, trying to find the right spot. When the sounds Draco was making became even louder, and more intense, Harry added a second finger, continuing to move firmly in and out, but beginning to stretch Draco too.
Draco’s hips were moving back and forth in time with Harry’s thrusts as he strove for more. ‘Harry, for Merlin’s sake, please,’ he gasped out. Harry gave into the desire which had been driving him all night. He pulled out his fingers, roughly, causing Draco to cry out. Their eyes locked, and Harry saw nothing but need and willingness in Draco’s. Using both hands he spun Draco, turning him into the wall. Once more he grabbed his hands and pinned him. With barely a pause he pushed in, fast, not caring anymore whether he hurt the blond, as Draco had made it clear he was more than ready. A few long, deep thrusts was all it took before Harry came. Draco came in response, Harry could feel him clenching and spasming, emptying himself between his stomach and the dressing room wall.
Harry stayed where he was for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Draco under him, pinned by hands and cock. Turning his head slightly, he took Draco’s ear between his teeth, and nibbled, not gently, commanding the other man’s attention.
‘Next time, all you have to do is ask,’ Harry purred, gently moving his hips to punctuate the point, before finally drawing out of Draco. He allowed the blond to turn, so that they were face to face. Draco took the half step between them, allowing their stomachs to touch, smearing Draco’s come onto Harry. Their hands joined, almost unconsciously.
Draco met Harry’s eyes for a long moment before he spoke. ‘Of course. But it wouldn’t be half the fun.’ His grey eyes sparked with fun and challenge.
And Harry saw that perhaps a few ‘Potter hard-on’ WizTube hits wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Fin.