What the Devil?
Title: What the Devil?
Author: aquila_star
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1155
Challenge: Monday fun at slythindor100, prompt of “what the devil is that?”
Notes: Just a quick little fic that came to mind after reading
enchanted_jae’s Riding the Tiger. *grins* I’m going to tag our newbie, pepper202 with the prompt 'and that's why I don't...' You can add your own end to the sentence. Have fun!
Harry was exhausted. His Auror team had been led a merry chase today and had come no closer to discovering the last group of hold out Death Eaters than they had been at the start of the day. He was dirty, hungry and completely knackered. He stopped at the door of the flat he shared with Draco, taking a deep breath and bracing himself for the inevitable.
He had come home this way all too frequently in the past few weeks, and he knew it was beginning to wear on Draco. Draco’s job was much less demanding, physically or otherwise, and as a result Harry had been forced to turn away his advances more and more often. Draco said he understood, and Harry knew he did…but he also knew that it couldn’t go on like this. They hadn’t shagged in over a week, and it had been at least that long before that last time. Harry sighed. He knew he was going to have to make an effort; Draco was becoming more and more impatient with the lack of sex. And when Harry considered how many times a day they used to shag, he didn’t have to wonder why.
He took one last breath before opening the door. The flat was quiet and still, was Draco home? He was always home when Harry arrived, usually with something to eat and a foot or back rub for Harry. Harry sighed again. Draco was so good to him, and he deserved better.
“Draco?” He called, dumping his coat on top of his shoes, knowing he should hang it up, but he was simply too tired to care. “Draco, are you here?” Silence. Harry frowned. Draco wouldn’t have left him, would he? He shook his head. No, if he had he would certainly have made a huge scene about it before slamming dramatically out of the flat. Harry wandered into the bathroom for a shower, noting Draco’s various hair and skin care potions on the counter and in the tub. No, he hadn’t left. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, wondering where he could be.
‘Well, first things first.’ Harry thought, promptly stripping and climbing into the shower, reveling in the hot water and how it washed away the strain of the day. He stayed under the spray for a long time, soaking up the heat until the hot water ran out, forcing his wobbly limbs into motion as he pulled himself out of the tub. He toweled the water off then slung the towel around his hips and padded to the bedroom, yawning. The house was still silent, so he figured that Draco still wasn’t home. Until he pushed open the door to the bedroom.
Draco was there, dressed only in a pair of Harry’s worn pajama pants, adjusting a frame of…something…on the bed. Harry had never seen anything like it before, it seemed to be a tripod of some sort, and…was that a dildo attached to it?
“What the devil is that?” Harry asked, mystified.
Draco looked up with a smirk. “What does it look like?”
Harry took a few more steps into the room, seeing that it was adjustable for both height and angle. His mind whirred. It looked like nothing he had ever seen before, but it was fairly obvious what it was meant for.
“Draco…” Harry said, still confused.
“It’s the latest thing Harry. I speak the incantation and it fucks me however I want it to.” Draco looked up at Harry with a quirked brow making some final adjustments to the frame, taking in Harry’s astonished look. “Well honestly Harry, what did you expect? If you aren’t going to meet my needs, I had to do something, didn’t I? Unless you want me to find another bloke to fuck me senseless.” Draco’s voice held a trace of cruelty and Harry swallowed down the lump in his throat at the thought of Draco with another man.
Draco ignored Harry’s lack of response and slid the pants off his hips to pool on the floor. He then crawled up the bed and placed himself in front of the frame, the tip of the dildo brushing against his arse cheeks. Draco wiggled his arse tauntingly in the air, causing Harry’s cock to throb eagerly.
Draco pushed back a little further and Harry groaned as the tip slid between his oiled cheeks. “You just go have a nap Harry.” Draco said, adding imperiously, “I’ll try to keep it down in here.”
That Harry snapped into action, he dropped the towel to the ground and crossed to the bed in swift steps. He grasped the top of the frame and tossed it to the side, uncaring if he’d broken it. Draco protested with a strangled “Hey!” but Harry was unmoved.
“No fucking way!” Harry said, kneeling up on the bed behind Draco and sliding into him in one smooth thrust. Draco was well prepared and Harry groaned at the feel of hot tight flesh wrapped around his throbbing cock. “It’s my job to fuck you, Draco.”
“Well, that’s what I thought.” Draco grunted between thrusts. “God, how I’ve missed you Harry.” He panted, pushing back into each thrust. Harry continued the pace and before long they were both coming, Draco’s climax triggering Harry’s.
Harry held Draco, panting as they came down from their high. Harry felt boneless and exhausted; the adrenaline fading as he pulled Draco onto his side and settled in behind him.
“That was amazing, Harry.” Draco said when his breathing had evened out. His plan had certainly worked and he couldn’t help but smirk his smuggest smirk when he recalled the affronted look on Harry’s face. Sometimes he needed a reality check to really understand the situation, and no one knew him better than Draco.
“Nguh.” Harry managed, nuzzling Draco’s neck as he felt himself drifting.
“Are you going to sleep now?” Draco asked, twisting in Harry’s arms to met sleepy green eyes with an exasperated gaze.
“No.” Harry said, his declaration contradicted by the wide yawn that fell from his mouth just then.
“I can see that.” Draco replied. “Fine, you nap while I make dinner, but you’d better be prepared to shag me afterwards or I’ll have to resort to the machine.” He was satisfied with Harry’s sleepy nod and levered himself out of the bed, pulling on the pajama pants before tugging a blanket up over Harry’s naked body.
“Draco?” came Harry’s sleepy voice from the bed.
“Yes?”
“Maybe we can play with it together?”
Draco grinned victoriously. “Sure Harry. As long as you promise to shag me more often we can do whatever you want.” He turned towards the door once more, a wide smile splitting his face as Harry mumbled “I love you.”
“I love you too, Harry.” Draco whispered back, thinking, ‘Once a Slytherin always a Slytherin.’ As he went to make dinner for his hard working lover.