Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, lacy underthings
Lace, Harry decided with an irritated sigh, was an evil and itchy material for undergarments. His bits were itchy and he was irritable and wondering why he'd agreed to wear them in the first place. He longed to go back in time and stop himself from agreeing to wear them for the whole day underneath his robes.
Once his robes were off and he saw the way Draco stared at his appearance with a wide eyed expression that conveyed just how much Draco loved Harry's green lace knickers, Harry remembered why he'd agreed to wear them. He'd do anything to put that look on his lover's face.
Draco pounced, pressing Harry against the wall as their lips met in a possessive kiss. Soon they were both naked and Draco used a lubrication spell on Harry. He proceeded to show Harry just how much he'd appreciated the sight of the green lace knickers, as he thrust quickly, wildly and out of control into Harry.
They both came with a cry and then slid down the wall to lay against one another.
“Your turn to fulfill my fantasy tomorrow night,” Harry whispered to his lover once his breathing had slowed.