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Entry tags: | 2008 fic |
Draco Malfoy in Madam Malkin's Dressing Room with a Hair Ribbon
Title: Willing Surrender
Author: monoceros_writ
Character: Draco Malfoy
Location: Madam Malkin's dressing room
Object: hair ribbon
Other Characters: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Somnophilia
Word Count: 1,734 words
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: A big thank you to my lovely betas
Lying naked on the sofa in the flat he shared with his lover, Draco Malfoy was stroking his half hard cock thinking about Harry coming home. Soon though, Draco feel asleep, mid-stroke, lulled by the soft light in the room, sighing as this would be the fourth night in a row when Harry would arrive exhausted close to dawn.
A short time later he felt himself being gently positioned on his side and prepared but brushed it off as the wishful thinking of his subconscious. The warm gentle fingertip to his lips had him smiling then gasping, thus allowing it to slip inside, in sync with something else slipping deep into his arse.
He woke when Harry moved his other hand from his hip to cover his lower abdomen and the now wet finger tip brushed his pierced nipple, making it pebble.
“You looked so hot like that love” Harry growled into his ear, nipping it playfully “all warm and soft and so very willing, did you know you talk in your sleep baby?” Harry asked, punctuating each word with a thrust.
All Draco could do was mewl and clench his hands, one behind him, in Harry hair, the other one in the pillow under his head. He was so hard but he knew from experience that Harry wanted him to come on his cock alone.
“I wonder baby”, Harry lifted his head from Draco’s neck where he had been placing a beautiful love bite to purr “would you be willing to wank yourself raw for me?”
“Yes, oh yes, Harry” Draco gurgled between breathless gasps of pleasure and amusement. Doesn’t his silly Gryffindor know that he does that anyway, every time he’s away?
“Where I choose and however I want you to?” Harry added, with a hint of a tease in his voice, even as he slowed slightly down from the almost punishing rhythm he had set.
Draco’s near desperate “yes” must have been the right thing to say as he brought Draco to a screaming orgasm with a twist of his hips and a scrape of nails down Draco’s lower stomach before cuddling him close.
Once Draco could breathe again, he groaned aloud as he was told exactly how and where he was to be that desperate again.
The next day Draco was trembling, not with fear or anger but with arousal. His Gryffindor had been an awful tease this morning, refusing to speak to him except in hisses. In truth it was his own fault for allowing his honorary Slytherin to know what Parseltongue did to him. It seemed that the only English words he was to have from his lover today were written down. Madam Malkins’, wear a robe to match, you have six minutes. He had found the message around his middle finger this morning secured with two lengths of blue silk ribbon. The blue was a specific shade; the one that Harry claimed matched his eyes after he came. A silver blue that lingered well into the afterglow, usually present in the moments they snuggled afterwards if Harry was to be believed.
Draco had decided to make the ribbons the central prop for the show he was about to star in as per his lover’s request. It was Harry’s birthday today so he was entitled to the present of his choice. His choice had been for Draco to masturbate for him then put the memory in a Pensive. The satiny lengths had not been a requirement but they were the right length for a double hair ribbon. So, Draco found himself walking inside the shop and choosing the exact robe in under two minutes, impressing the new sales girl but not so much the matron. Draco suspected Harry had seen this robe before, it seemed to fit a little too well for it to be simply coincidence. Setting that though aside, Draco casually walked into the dressing room to try it on “to make sure it fits properly”. Show time .
Dropping the robe he had been wearing he considered himself critically in the mirror. He had pulled his hair in a tight ponytail, because Harry enjoys pulling his hair in bed. His naked form bore the signs that would be his clues as to what Harry might want as a birthday gift. The mirror showed them to him without any doubt: the flush of near unbearable arousal, typical of how Harry always made him wait, the nipple ring in the shape of an Ouroborus with a lion’s head, the sign of both their enduring love and of how Harry teased his sensitive nipples and how much Draco adored him doing that, indeed enough to get the piercing. His lower abdomen, bearing the sign of Harry’s possession, the tattoo of a lion crouched over his prize nestled in golden curls, was one of Draco’s more unusual erogenous zones which Harry of course knew well. All these would have center stage in the tease that would follow.
Smiling seductively into the mirror, imagining Harry was somehow behind it Draco reached up with both hands and untied one of the ribbons, tightening the other almost painfully in the same movement. Keeping one hand pinned above his head, Draco brought the ribbon down, from his nape to the sensitive skin under the chin and back touching all the tremble-inducing spots. Freeing it with a snap, he gasped at the light headedness created by the momentary constriction. Angling carefully and repositioning the unoccupied hand above his head at a slightly uncomfortable angle, the tip of the ribbon went through the silver hoop. Teasing the nub, Draco began to tremble; his sensitive nipples were one of the reasons Harry had suggested the piercing in the first place. That and their first time where Harry discovered with no small amount of delight that he could almost bring Draco off by biting just right his nipples. As the delicate fabric inflamed his nipple Draco barely bit back a whimper, which wouldn’t have been a problem if Harry hadn’t vetoed Silencing spells during the show, yesterday.
When he was about ready to scream the ribbon was allowed to slip from the hoop and trail on his slightly tilted back body towards his navel. His tattoo had been made in a very discreet Wizarding establishment so that it moved when something came in range. Specifically if Harry covered it with his palm it purred, making his lower abdomen vibrate, which always destroyed any plans he might have of not comming. And if Harry scratched it, the lion shuddered thus making Draco shudder too. Now though, as the ribbon dangled close to it, the lion was in a playful mode, pawing at it with both claws. The effect was no less exciting that any other times, making Draco feel as if his lower abdomen was being lightly and sensually scratched. After a time the lion grew agitated by the escalating emotions of his bearer and began to claw faster as well as roar faintly.
Draco tensed up before managing to move the ribbon still lower, wrapping it around his cock and pulling it tight. The constriction helped ease the tension and he could concentrate in his next moves, the ribbon went in a practiced pattern, crisscrossing on his cock, making it impossible to come. Moving his trapped hand from above his head, ignoring the pins and needles, behind his back Draco took care of preparation as he rubbed with his other hand. Once ready, the other hand went back to its previous position while the dominant hand unwrapped the present. In spite of the constriction his cock had engorged and releasing it brought equal parts relief and pain. In a practiced move, the soft, silky material was twisted around a few knuckles then knotted. Locking eyes with his own nearly steel ones in the mirror, the soft ball of satin traveled over the head of his cock, collecting the precome beaded there then a kitty kiss from his guarding lion. The small knot then trekked over one hip, the swell of a white buttock then dipped in the valley between the two moulds then up it.
Only by biting hard on his lip did Draco manage to keep in the gasp and subsequent groan. The feeling was indescribable, all the sensations causing an avalanche of feelings. He was in a dressing room, wanking to all their kinks and being so hard it hurt. Everywhere the ribbon had been, it had left goose bumps in its wake and an indescribable feeling of being alive and so very wanton. His back was on fire from the position, tilted against the door, facing the mirror as well as how his long hair teased at his shoulder blades. His front was the most noticeably affected, the blush covering his torso, making it a beautiful pink that contrasted with the almost violent pink of his tortured cock. The situation was more than a bit risqué and knowing that Harry was to see all of this was almost more than he could take before he could come explosively. As it was, the time was up, and licking his lips, Draco half-closed his eyes as the ribbon came out at the same time as his hand flew to muffle his scream of satisfaction.
Thirty seconds later, a prim and proper Draco made his purchase “Yes, yes it does fit, I wasn’t certain about the cuffs but yes, I believe it will do, yes, send it to this address directly” and walking out in the summer sunshine with a smile on his face and a warm glow inside. Apparating at their flat, he opened his mouth to call for his lover but was abruptly silenced in the best way possible. Harry lifted him up, and covered his body as soon as they hit the bed. Covering his face in kisses, Harry Vanished their clothes before paying homage to Draco’s beautiful body until he passed out. Sometime later, Draco lifted his head off his lover’s chest, where he’d fallen in exhaustion when Harry whispered “Thank you my gift, love” to mumble incoherently. The subsequent chuckle made him shake of his exhaustion for a bit, enough to ask “How did you know I did it? Or that you’d like it?” Harry just kissed him sweetly and whispered laconically “Your smile, baby, it told me everything.”
FIN