Having Fun
Title: Having Fun
Author: purple_Lights
Summary: One day plus two costumes, equals a happy, randy boyfriend.
Warning(s): Spanking, bondage, rimming, cross-dressing
Rating: R
Word Count: 1677
Author Notes: First time writing something and kinda nervous of posting it. For pixmagic who kink is knickers enchanted_jae prompt of "you must be joking". hd_seasons prompts of snogging in a pile of leaves, falling into a pile of leaves, a fancy dress party, "Harry, which costume do you like?", "You're going to a Halloween Party as a wizard? You really have stopped trying, haven't you?"
"Draco, come out! Please?" Harry pleaded to his boyfriend as he flopped on the bed with a sigh.
"You must be joking!" Draco's voice ranged out from their locked master bedroom. "I will not leave until I either see, smell or hear the fire from your Incendio spell!"
"Draco, it's not that bad, in fact, I think it'll look beautiful on you."
"A lot of things look good on me," Draco conceded. "However, that doesn't mean I want to wear that...that thing!"
"Well, you're already going to wear eyeliner, why not add--"
"Because! It's not like you can talk, Harry. You're going to a Halloween party dressed as a wizard? You really have stopped trying, haven't you?"
"No, I'm going as an Unspeakable. And if I remember correctly, you asked for my opinion. You said, 'Harry, which custom do you like?'"
"Merlin, I don't know what was wrong with me when I asked you that." Harry rolled his eyes at Draco's dramatic answer.
"You wanted to make me very happy."
"And I had every intention too, until we went into the wrong store and you saw that. I should have never let you go on that mission to Japan; you went in bashful and came out buying knickers from vendors!"
Harry snorted, just because he went to Japan and became interested in their yaoi and cosplay, and wanted Draco to dress up in one of their customs doesn't mean he has become perverted. It's just his over-active imagination has conjured plenty of images of Draco dressed up in a kitty maid outfit too many times to count.
"I'll rim you for it." Harry bargained and it was a testament of how desperate he was; he never done rimming before and he knew Draco would like to try it. He wasn't disappointed, within two minutes, a curious Draco left their bathroom.
"Really?" Draco inquired as he moved closer to Harry.
Harry grabbed Draco towards him when he was within distance and wound his arms around Draco's hips as he stared up into his boyfriend eyes. "Yes, but you have to wear the outfit before I rim you." Harry saw Draco eyes narrow, but the prospect of being rimmed was too tempting. Draco nodded, pecked Harry on the lips, grabbed the costume box and went back into the bathroom.
Harry laid back on the bed and got hard as he imagined Draco in the outfit. He was so enthralled in his thoughts that he didn't noticed the bathroom door opened and yelped as he was unexpectedly kicked on his shin. "Merlin, Draco!" Those weren't the words Harry was looking for since he intended to complain at Draco for kicking, but the sight before him made him stop short and just stare.
Draco was wearing a black maid's outfit with a super-shot mini-skirt that showed off his creamy, mile-long legs. The small, white apron accentuated his waist and hips. It took Harry a few moments to let the image sink in and he heard a bell ding when Draco moved in annoyance. He looked up to see a black choker cloth attached with a big, silver bell on Draco's neck. Harry looked at Draco's face and saw the cat ears that were made sentiment with magic twitch.
"Are you satisfied? Is it everything you thought it would be?" Draco snarked and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Besides the fact that you're missing a tail, I'm very satisfied, thank you." Harry eyes roved along Draco's body again and his cock twitched in his painfully tight trousers. "Are you ready for your reward?"
Draco nodded and turned to leave, but Harry stopped his progress because he grabbed Draco hips. "I want to undress you," Harry rasped, and used one hand to shoved the mini-skirt up, ignored his boyfriend startled squeak and saw the red, lacy knicker on a well-rounded arse.
Harry stood up and used his wand to cast a wordless spell that divested Draco of his clothes. "Get on the bed, on all fours."
Draco hurried to obey, and spread himself on the bed. Harry watched and his prick twitched repeatedly against his trouser as he watched Draco's firm, pert arse bob in the air. Harry couldn't resist, he slapped both of Draco's cheeks several times and got a squeal and watched as a vivid pink color appeared on his arse. Rubbing his hand on the abused skin, Harry climbed behind Draco on the bed and placed his left hand on the other check. He pulled them apart and peered at the dusty pink skin of Draco's rim.
Harry took a deep breath before he leaned down and tentatively licked the hole and heard Draco's shakey exhale. With that as encouragement, Harry repeated the action several times, before boardly licking around the hole and smiled when Draco pushed his arse up for more. "You okay?" Harry asked, more of sadistic pleasure of making his boyfriend wait for him to continue than out of true concern; dating a former Slytherin -- the prince, at that -- he picked up quite a few of their habits.
"Mmph, Potter!" Harry smirked at the response, for Draco to use his surname during sex he must really be close, not that Harry wasn't close behind, listening to Draco make enticing sounds.
Harry continued to lick around the rim before he pointed his tongue and slowly pushed in. It was a parody of stretching Draco with his finger; he kept pushing his tongue in and out and felt. Harry sucked on the rim again and felt Draco shudder before he collapsed on the bed and panted heavily. As he wanked himself to completion (which only took about two and a-half strokes), Harry thought he should do rimming again if it reduced Draco to this state so quickly.
Harry glanced at the time and cussed, he promised Hermione that he wouldn't be late to the 'fancy dress party' held at the Ministry and had five minutes left to get ready. He hopped off the bed and cast a Scourgify, went to their closet and choose one of Draco's navy blue robes, set an alarm charm and walked back to his boyfriend. "Draco?" Harry asked and shook his boyfriend and was awarded with a glare. "I'm going to the party now. I've set an alarm to go off in five minutes, so you and Ginny can make your grand entrance." He leaned down and brushed a kiss to Draco's forehead and Apparated.
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"Hey, mate." Ron greeted in a red Auror robe. "You enjoy being an Unspeakable?"
Harry laughed; he and Ron had decided that they would dress up as the opposite's profession. "It's fine. How's the Auror work?"
"It's good, despite all the trouble-makers we deal with daily. And speaking of trouble-makers, where yours at?"
Harry shrugged and took a glanced at the slutty outfits other people at the party wore. "Don't know. You know he and Ginny are planning something."
Ron snorted. "If didn't know those two were firmly attached to their boyfriends, I would have thought they were dating."
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the reverberated bang of the doors hitting the wall. There was a mist coming from the opened door and Harry's throat was suddenly dry when he saw who walked in. It was Draco who was wearing dragon hide boots with black leather pants that left nothing to the imagination, a blood red button-down shirt with several buttons undone to show off his muscular chest and a cape completed his look. On his arm was Ginny Weasley who wore a maroon, form-fitting dress that ended a few inches on her thighs with black stilettos boots. As Harry pushed back his jealousy at seeing how good they look together, he wondered what their costumes were; he got his answer when they both smiled and the crowd around them got a view of their fangs.
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Harry growled in frustration as he walked onto the patio that outside the party. For the past half-hour, he has been trying to corner his elusive boyfriend. Every time he caught sight of Draco, he would smile and disappear; it made him wonder if vampires could really turn into mist.
"Well, Harry, you'd make a terrible vampire hunter." A voice purred behind him and Harry whipped around to face Draco.
"If you didn't move around so much, I would've caught and shagged you by now." Harry snarled and matched Draco's movement when he moved away from the patio.
"Where's the fun in that?" Draco pouted as he walked backwards to keep Harry in sight. "I thought you liked to chase?"
"I chase criminals." Harry answered and forced himself not to smile when he saw Draco falling into a pile of leaves because he fell over a tree root. "And it seems I just got another one who refuses to comply with authority." Harry quickly got on top of Draco, not caring that he was dirtying Draco's robes, and gave him a bruising snog.
Snogging in a pile of leaves was something Harry was sure he didn't want to repeat. The robe was dirty, he knees were ached and his ankle was tangled up in the tree roots. It was during that distraction that Harry was flipped onto his back and had his hands above his head and felt something cold against his wrists. He tugged at the restraint and didn't get much movement.
"Do you like the handcuffs, Harry? I nicked it off your Auror uniform." Draco informed with a smug smile and Harry realized he had been played.
"You set me up!"
"Certainly. I had to get back at you for the costume you made me wear earlier." Draco pushed Harry arms back onto the ground as he licked up Harry's neck to his ear and whispered, "I'm going to suck you dry."
Harry groaned as Draco grind his arse into his erection and suck a hickey on his neck. Being sucked dry didn't sound a bad way to die.