Fic: 'Dressing Down' Hugo/Harry R
Title - Dressing Down
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - luvscharlie
Rating - R
Word Count - ~1,200
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Hugo
Warnings/Kinks - Cross-Dressing,
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - When Harry punishes Hugo for being preoccupied at work, it provides the impetus to tip their relationship into something more.
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Penance/Punishment from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here. Follows on from Dressing Up but can be read alone.
Hugo couldn't put into words exactly what was going on between him and his Uncle, but it was affecting his day-to-day life severely.
After Harry had caught him in Ginny's dress, their relationship had changed. It'd had to. Hugo had come into work the next day to find a neatly written note and a bag on his desk. He'd read the note first, and the words were burned onto the backs of his eyes, there to be revisited every time he needed to see them. When we're working late, you can wear whatever you want. When you need space, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place will provide it.
Hugo had been so honoured that Harry would share his secret hideaway with Hugo, with someone outside of his children, made Hugo's heart swell. Hugo knew that it had been Number Twelve that Harry retreated to when things with Ginny got difficult, where he spent a lot of time when they were fighting. Everyone in the family knew that Harry and Ginny stayed married in name to help both their careers, but had been living separate lives for years now. It was accepted, and that Harry would open up his secret place to Hugo was flattering. He'd been so caught up in happiness that he hadn't really registered what he was pulling out of the bag until the long dress fell to the floor. It was beautiful; silk again, but dark green now. Hugo's breath had caught in his throat.
But aside from providing Hugo with a few dresses, Harry had done nothing else. Hugo didn't know exactly when he'd decided that he wanted Harry to do more, but he had come to that decision. There was something in the way Harry looked at him when they were the only two left in the office and Hugo was finishing his duties in silk or chiffon, that spoke to much more.
Hugo's mind was so often on Harry now that he performed most of his tasks in a daze. It was this daze that had resulted in unsent memos, spilt ink, and badly completed paperwork. Hugo knew he deserved to be hauled into his boss' office and given a thorough bollocking, but that didn't make it any easier to sit opposite Harry and pay attention.
His wandering mind had clearly been noticed, and Hugo jolted as Harry smacked his hand against the desk. "Sorry."
"You shouldn't have to be apologising - you used to be so conscientious, Hugo. I need someone efficient and thorough working for me, you do understand that don't you?"
"I do. I'm sorry, I'll be better."
Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I have to punish you, you know that. Two weeks, Hugo, you have the next two weeks to get better. In that time, you are not permitted to wear any of your other clothing. If you haven't improved in two weeks... well, hopefully it won't come to that. Now get home, it's late."
Hugo nodded, standing up and feeling searingly self-conscious in a dress that he'd previously felt so comfortable in.
~~~~~~♥~~~~~~
His two weeks were up, and Hugo traipsed back into Harry's office after everyone else had gone home. He hoped that he'd improved enough to win back Harry's pleasure, and his opportunity to wear his dresses. Though Harry had said nothing of what Hugo did at home, and had no claim to Hugo's time outside of the office, every time Hugo had attempted to dress up in his own time, he'd felt intensely guilty, and been unable to. He missed the feel of soft fabrics against his skin, the illicit thrill of seeing his body stretch the feminine clothes out of shape as he did anything and everything from paperwork to housework to masturbating in the safety of his own flat, or Number Twelve.
Closing the door as Harry directed, Hugo sat down in the chair opposite Harry's desk and waited.
"I've been very pleased with your work these past two weeks. Your negligence was clearly the result of a preoccupation with something else, and I hope that you've been able to put it behind you. I also hope you know that I am always here if you want to talk."
Hugo nodded softly, unable to stop himself smiling when Harry grinned at him.
"Good. Then your punishment is lifted, and you're free to dress as you please. In fact, I was so pleased with your improvement, I bought you this."
Hugo watched as Harry picked a bag up from behind the desk and passed it over to him. Taking it, he reached inside and pulled out the little lacy nightdress. He couldn't stop the colour that poured into his cheeks, and avoided Harry's eyes when Harry cleared his throat and spoke.
"I thought you might like it. If you wear them, that is?"
It wasn't an answer to Harry's immediate question, but the words just seemed to slip out of Hugo's mouth. "I was thinking about you. About you and me."
The silence seemed to be heavy between them, and when Hugo finally dared to look up he couldn't read the emotion in Harry's eyes. The minutes stretched on forever, nothing being said as Hugo silently laid his heart on the line, and waited to see what Harry would do.
"I think I'd like to see you in that night dress, Hugo. And I'd like not to have to punish you again; I've missed seeing you floating around my office."
Hugo nodded; he'd hated the punishment too. Even though a part of him had liked it, had found some strange thrill in putting a dress back in his wardrobe at home, ignoring his own wants to please Harry. Standing up and clutching the night dress to his chest, Hugo fully intended to go and change, but fell still when Harry stood up and walked around the desk. Harry's hand rested on his cheek, and Hugo leant into the touch.
"Ever since I first saw you in that dress, I haven't been able to get the image out of my mind. You're all I can think about, Hugo."
Tipping his head up slightly, Hugo took his courage in his hands. They could work
out the definitions later, but right now Hugo was going to trust his instincts, work on
intuition just as he had the first time he slipped a dress on over his head. Slowly, Hugo pressed his lips against Harry's.
When Harry's tongue swept over his lips, Hugo knew that trusting his intuition had once again been the right move to make. Almost without him wishing i t, the kiss became something more, Hugo desperately running his hands up and down Harry's back as Harry clung to him like the world might end otherwise.
When Harry broke away from the kiss he was flushed and panting, and looked sexier than anything Hugo had ever imagined. With a tight smile, Harry gestured to the night dress still bunched in Hugo's hand.
"Please, Hugo. Put it on."
Screwing up the last of his courage, Hugo draped the night dress over the back of the chair and began to undo his shirt buttons. There was no going back now, and as Hugo pushed his shirt to the floor and felt Harry's eyes on his chest, he knew he wouldn't have wanted to turn back even if he could.
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - luvscharlie
Rating - R
Word Count - ~1,200
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Hugo
Warnings/Kinks - Cross-Dressing,
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - When Harry punishes Hugo for being preoccupied at work, it provides the impetus to tip their relationship into something more.
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Penance/Punishment from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here. Follows on from Dressing Up but can be read alone.
Hugo couldn't put into words exactly what was going on between him and his Uncle, but it was affecting his day-to-day life severely.
After Harry had caught him in Ginny's dress, their relationship had changed. It'd had to. Hugo had come into work the next day to find a neatly written note and a bag on his desk. He'd read the note first, and the words were burned onto the backs of his eyes, there to be revisited every time he needed to see them. When we're working late, you can wear whatever you want. When you need space, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place will provide it.
Hugo had been so honoured that Harry would share his secret hideaway with Hugo, with someone outside of his children, made Hugo's heart swell. Hugo knew that it had been Number Twelve that Harry retreated to when things with Ginny got difficult, where he spent a lot of time when they were fighting. Everyone in the family knew that Harry and Ginny stayed married in name to help both their careers, but had been living separate lives for years now. It was accepted, and that Harry would open up his secret place to Hugo was flattering. He'd been so caught up in happiness that he hadn't really registered what he was pulling out of the bag until the long dress fell to the floor. It was beautiful; silk again, but dark green now. Hugo's breath had caught in his throat.
But aside from providing Hugo with a few dresses, Harry had done nothing else. Hugo didn't know exactly when he'd decided that he wanted Harry to do more, but he had come to that decision. There was something in the way Harry looked at him when they were the only two left in the office and Hugo was finishing his duties in silk or chiffon, that spoke to much more.
Hugo's mind was so often on Harry now that he performed most of his tasks in a daze. It was this daze that had resulted in unsent memos, spilt ink, and badly completed paperwork. Hugo knew he deserved to be hauled into his boss' office and given a thorough bollocking, but that didn't make it any easier to sit opposite Harry and pay attention.
His wandering mind had clearly been noticed, and Hugo jolted as Harry smacked his hand against the desk. "Sorry."
"You shouldn't have to be apologising - you used to be so conscientious, Hugo. I need someone efficient and thorough working for me, you do understand that don't you?"
"I do. I'm sorry, I'll be better."
Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I have to punish you, you know that. Two weeks, Hugo, you have the next two weeks to get better. In that time, you are not permitted to wear any of your other clothing. If you haven't improved in two weeks... well, hopefully it won't come to that. Now get home, it's late."
Hugo nodded, standing up and feeling searingly self-conscious in a dress that he'd previously felt so comfortable in.
~~~~~~♥~~~~~~
His two weeks were up, and Hugo traipsed back into Harry's office after everyone else had gone home. He hoped that he'd improved enough to win back Harry's pleasure, and his opportunity to wear his dresses. Though Harry had said nothing of what Hugo did at home, and had no claim to Hugo's time outside of the office, every time Hugo had attempted to dress up in his own time, he'd felt intensely guilty, and been unable to. He missed the feel of soft fabrics against his skin, the illicit thrill of seeing his body stretch the feminine clothes out of shape as he did anything and everything from paperwork to housework to masturbating in the safety of his own flat, or Number Twelve.
Closing the door as Harry directed, Hugo sat down in the chair opposite Harry's desk and waited.
"I've been very pleased with your work these past two weeks. Your negligence was clearly the result of a preoccupation with something else, and I hope that you've been able to put it behind you. I also hope you know that I am always here if you want to talk."
Hugo nodded softly, unable to stop himself smiling when Harry grinned at him.
"Good. Then your punishment is lifted, and you're free to dress as you please. In fact, I was so pleased with your improvement, I bought you this."
Hugo watched as Harry picked a bag up from behind the desk and passed it over to him. Taking it, he reached inside and pulled out the little lacy nightdress. He couldn't stop the colour that poured into his cheeks, and avoided Harry's eyes when Harry cleared his throat and spoke.
"I thought you might like it. If you wear them, that is?"
It wasn't an answer to Harry's immediate question, but the words just seemed to slip out of Hugo's mouth. "I was thinking about you. About you and me."
The silence seemed to be heavy between them, and when Hugo finally dared to look up he couldn't read the emotion in Harry's eyes. The minutes stretched on forever, nothing being said as Hugo silently laid his heart on the line, and waited to see what Harry would do.
"I think I'd like to see you in that night dress, Hugo. And I'd like not to have to punish you again; I've missed seeing you floating around my office."
Hugo nodded; he'd hated the punishment too. Even though a part of him had liked it, had found some strange thrill in putting a dress back in his wardrobe at home, ignoring his own wants to please Harry. Standing up and clutching the night dress to his chest, Hugo fully intended to go and change, but fell still when Harry stood up and walked around the desk. Harry's hand rested on his cheek, and Hugo leant into the touch.
"Ever since I first saw you in that dress, I haven't been able to get the image out of my mind. You're all I can think about, Hugo."
Tipping his head up slightly, Hugo took his courage in his hands. They could work
out the definitions later, but right now Hugo was going to trust his instincts, work on
intuition just as he had the first time he slipped a dress on over his head. Slowly, Hugo pressed his lips against Harry's.
When Harry's tongue swept over his lips, Hugo knew that trusting his intuition had once again been the right move to make. Almost without him wishing i t, the kiss became something more, Hugo desperately running his hands up and down Harry's back as Harry clung to him like the world might end otherwise.
When Harry broke away from the kiss he was flushed and panting, and looked sexier than anything Hugo had ever imagined. With a tight smile, Harry gestured to the night dress still bunched in Hugo's hand.
"Please, Hugo. Put it on."
Screwing up the last of his courage, Hugo draped the night dress over the back of the chair and began to undo his shirt buttons. There was no going back now, and as Hugo pushed his shirt to the floor and felt Harry's eyes on his chest, he knew he wouldn't have wanted to turn back even if he could.