Title: Subtlety and Finesse Pairing: Draco/Theo Rating: NC-17 Words: ~1,400
Theo's wank in the shower before bed had been his favourite part of his nighttime ritual for years. It was relaxing, it felt bloody fantastic, and it always left his body feeling pleasantly loose and sated as the hot water pouring over him did the rest of the work to soothe away whatever stresses that day had held. It had worked brilliantly as a teenager in Hogwarts, and it was nearly as satisfying even now at age twenty—though showering with a partner who wouldn't mind wanking Theo themselves would be even better.
Normally, this was the point in the evening where Theo would be imagining his imaginary partner, usually some faceless bloke with a trim waist and a firm arse, but last Friday, everything had changed. He groaned and took himself in hand as his mind helpfully supplied images of blond hair, cool, grey eyes, and a lovely, smirking mouth.
Draco Malfoy was all Theo could think about.
Which was a little shocking as, up until last Friday, Theo's thoughts about his best friend and flatmate had never veered from platonic. Sure, he'd have to be blind not to notice how objectively fit Draco was, but he was just so...so Draco. He was posh and prim, flustered and furious if anything on his person was out of place. Theo liked his men a bit shameless and filthy, and Draco glared reproachfully at Theo anytime he said the word 'cock' within Draco's hearing. But apparently Draco had been hiding quite the little deviant under those well-starched robes of his, and Theo couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop remembering how Draco looked last Friday night.
Theo was supposed to be having dinner with his mum, but when he'd Flooed over, she'd been in bed having one of her episodes, and one of the house elves had sent him away with a box of food and an obvious dismissal. He hadn't been that put-out—his mother was trying even on her good days—but it did leave him with no plans for the evening. Draco had told him he'd be staying in though, so Theo thought he'd see if he was interested in going out—it had been far too long since Theo had last pulled. There'd been music blasting from Draco's room—unusual, that should have been Theo's first clue—so it wasn't a surprise that Draco didn't hear him knocking. What was a surprise, though, was what Theo had encountered when he entered anyway.
Draco had been lying on his back on his bed, completely naked, with a pillow propped beneath his lower back. His hair, normally so perfectly slicked back, not a strand out of place, was messy and ruffled, like he'd been running his hands through it. His pale skin was flushed a delicate rosy pink, and his feet were braced against the bed, muscles tensing and rippling with effort. Which probably had something to do with the large, emerald green vibrator that was magically fucking into Draco's arse in a hard, steady rhythm. Theo had frozen, shock and lust flooding his system as he tried to process the image of his best friend being thoroughly fucked and evidently losing his mind with it. He was so lost in his pleasure—hands fisted in his bedsheets, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy—that he hadn't noticed Theo barge in at all, just kept wriggling into the firm thrusts of the vibrator as his flushed cock drooled pre-come onto his belly. Theo knew he should leave, that he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to be seeing, that he was violating his friend's privacy, but he just couldn't look away. He'd known Draco had sex, of course he did, but Theo had never really thought of him as a sexual creature before. Now, Draco's face flushed with exertion, his lush mouth open as he moaned with abandon, Theo could admit he'd clearly made a grave miscalculation.
Pairing: Draco/Theo
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1,400
Theo's wank in the shower before bed had been his favourite part of his nighttime ritual for years. It was relaxing, it felt bloody fantastic, and it always left his body feeling pleasantly loose and sated as the hot water pouring over him did the rest of the work to soothe away whatever stresses that day had held. It had worked brilliantly as a teenager in Hogwarts, and it was nearly as satisfying even now at age twenty—though showering with a partner who wouldn't mind wanking Theo themselves would be even better.
Normally, this was the point in the evening where Theo would be imagining his imaginary partner, usually some faceless bloke with a trim waist and a firm arse, but last Friday, everything had changed. He groaned and took himself in hand as his mind helpfully supplied images of blond hair, cool, grey eyes, and a lovely, smirking mouth.
Draco Malfoy was all Theo could think about.
Which was a little shocking as, up until last Friday, Theo's thoughts about his best friend and flatmate had never veered from platonic. Sure, he'd have to be blind not to notice how objectively fit Draco was, but he was just so...so Draco. He was posh and prim, flustered and furious if anything on his person was out of place. Theo liked his men a bit shameless and filthy, and Draco glared reproachfully at Theo anytime he said the word 'cock' within Draco's hearing. But apparently Draco had been hiding quite the little deviant under those well-starched robes of his, and Theo couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop remembering how Draco looked last Friday night.
Theo was supposed to be having dinner with his mum, but when he'd Flooed over, she'd been in bed having one of her episodes, and one of the house elves had sent him away with a box of food and an obvious dismissal. He hadn't been that put-out—his mother was trying even on her good days—but it did leave him with no plans for the evening. Draco had told him he'd be staying in though, so Theo thought he'd see if he was interested in going out—it had been far too long since Theo had last pulled. There'd been music blasting from Draco's room—unusual, that should have been Theo's first clue—so it wasn't a surprise that Draco didn't hear him knocking. What was a surprise, though, was what Theo had encountered when he entered anyway.
Draco had been lying on his back on his bed, completely naked, with a pillow propped beneath his lower back. His hair, normally so perfectly slicked back, not a strand out of place, was messy and ruffled, like he'd been running his hands through it. His pale skin was flushed a delicate rosy pink, and his feet were braced against the bed, muscles tensing and rippling with effort. Which probably had something to do with the large, emerald green vibrator that was magically fucking into Draco's arse in a hard, steady rhythm. Theo had frozen, shock and lust flooding his system as he tried to process the image of his best friend being thoroughly fucked and evidently losing his mind with it. He was so lost in his pleasure—hands fisted in his bedsheets, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy—that he hadn't noticed Theo barge in at all, just kept wriggling into the firm thrusts of the vibrator as his flushed cock drooled pre-come onto his belly. Theo knew he should leave, that he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to be seeing, that he was violating his friend's privacy, but he just couldn't look away. He'd known Draco had sex, of course he did, but Theo had never really thought of him as a sexual creature before. Now, Draco's face flushed with exertion, his lush mouth open as he moaned with abandon, Theo could admit he'd clearly made a grave miscalculation.