HP/DM: A Little Bit of Everything
Summary: Draco Loves to see that red blush whenever he flirts with Harry.
Word Count: ~2800 words
Rating: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter is © J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, and all other entities involved in the Potterverse. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
Author's note: I would like to thank my lovely and multi-talented beta, MystressXOXO.
“Hey, Potter, can we expect to see your celebrity mug at the Christmas party this Saturday at Minister Shacklebolt’s house? I hear everyone who is firmly kissing his arse will be there. So, you’ll definitely be attending then, yes?” Draco asked Harry as they sat across from each other in the boardroom, waiting for the Minister of Magic's senior staff meeting, which was held every Monday morning, to begin.
The once adversarial men had now, ten years after the death of the Dark Lord, learned to reconcile their ways. They would still taunt each other from time to time, but they both knew it was all in good fun. Sometimes, though, Draco took the verbal exchange in a different direction and began to privately flirt with Potter. He loved the lovely shade of red that Potter turned whenever he did it. It would always make the brunet flustered and a bit embarrassed, but there was no harm in it. They were both married men, and a little sexual innuendo never hurt anyone, right?
Draco’s thoughts were interrupted when Harry decided to reply to his taunt.
“As a matter of fact, Malfoy, I had considered skipping the function, as Ginny will be out of town to report on the Quidditch match between her old team, the Holyhead Harpies, and Ron’s favorite, the Chudley Cannons. Actually, I told Ginny she should go ahead and take Ron in my place. But now that I know that you’ll be there trying to enjoy yourself up the Minister’s arse, I think I’ll attend. I’d rather like to see that.”
“Yes,” Hermione interrupted, “it was nice of Molly to take the children for the night. I won’t be at the party as I had promised my mum that I’d come over and help her and my dad put up all the Christmas decorations. I don’t know why they feel they have to ask me year after year. Now that they’re getting older, it’s more of a burden on them, and it won’t take much for me to whip my wand out and set it all straight for them.”
Draco always internally rolled his eyes whenever Hermione prattled on about her Muggle parents. You’d think she’d have the decency to be mortified mentioning her Muggle relations in public. Even though the times were changing, it still seemed utterly rude to Draco that she would just flaunt them out as if no one minded.
But then there was nothing Draco could do about it. Now that it was becoming more and more obvious that the purity of one’s blood did not hold the respect it once did, it would only be a matter of time before people didn’t even ask about one’s blood status: pure-blood, half-blood, or Mud- er… Muggle-born.
“Ladies and gentlemen.” Minster Shacklebolt entered the room and had immediately wanted to get to work. He knew, as the time of holidays and vacations approached, it got harder and harder for people to concentrate on their work, even the senior staff. “I hear that some of you will be attending my party this weekend. I’d be delighted if all of you could attend, but I’d fully understand if you cannot.
“Mr. Malfoy, if what Head Auror Potter is saying is true, I’ll be sure to wipe myself extra clean before the party.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed and menacingly glared at his once rival. Then Shacklebolt continued. “I await to see what you will be wearing, Harry. You do know it’s a holiday costume party, right?”
At that, Draco was mildly surprised to see Harry turn that lovely shade of crimson again. Harry’s head went immediately down, and he would occasionally glance up at Draco until his face was no longer flush.
How delightful! Draco thought to himself.
*** *** ***
As Saturday afternoon finally arrived, Draco was eagerly anticipating this evening’s gala. He couldn’t wait to see Harry only to tease him once more. The Chosen One was becoming almost an obsession for him. They had spared barbs back and forth throughout the week. Harry seemed to be improving in the exchanging of witty banter, but he still had that deer-in-the-headlights look whenever Draco managed to corner him alone. Could it be that Harry’s bravado was only for public displays or was there some other reason for his coyness?
The penultimate moment came for Draco on Friday afternoon. He knew Potter had to stay late to finish up some paperwork on the Bissel case when Draco decided to drop by his office after all the other Aurors had left.
As he approached Harry’s desk, he started to hear an odd sound coming from Harry’s area. He could see that Harry’s high-backed chair was faced away from his desk. When he realized that he could sneak up on him unawares, Draco could not resist dropping into his old schoolboy habit of trying to catch the Boy Who Lived doing something nefarious.
When he was almost right behind Potter, he heard that sound again. This time he could definitely make out what it was. It was definitely a moan, deep and longing, and Draco’s curiosity was reaching its peak. What was Potter up to alone on a Friday evening?
When Draco was able to look over the chair, his eyes widened in shock. Harry Potter was sitting slumped down, head back, eyes closed, palming the outside of his pants, and getting an erection!
More than anything, he wanted to just stand there and watch Harry, but so many things were going through Draco’s mind that he thought he’d explode. I’m going to have fun with this! Draco decided.
“I’ve noticed that you have a whopper of a bulge in between your legs there, Potter.”
At the sound of someone’s voice, Harry jumped out of the chair, turned around, and had his hand wrapped around his wand, the holly and phoenix feather one, faster than Draco could react.
“Whoa, Potter, calm down,” Draco said while he lifted his hands, palms facing Harry to show he meant no harm. Even though Harry was starting to put his wand up, Draco couldn’t let what he saw go to waste. Hadn’t his father taught him how useful blackmail could be? So, before Harry could try to rationalize away his rather embarrassing situation, Draco interjected with his own plan first.
“I wonder how many people know that the famous Harry Potter is an exhibitionist? Do you think this would be a great conversational topic tomorrow night?” Draco looked at an extremely embarrassed Harry with a smirk, winked, and continued.
“No? Well, then if you’d like me to keep my mouth shut, I suggest you wear a sexy French maid costume tomorrow and tuck back that lovely package. I’m going to need a beautiful woman at my side tomorrow night, and I’m afraid Astoria is in Italy this week doing some Christmas shopping. So, I’ll see you at Shacklebolt’s party as my date. And, Harry, do make an effort to look the part.”
The moment after Draco said that, Harry’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, his face once again turning beet red. Draco’s face broke out into a wonderful smile, and he walked out of the room.
*** *** ***
Without a doubt, Draco Malfoy was in his element. As Draco walked into the ballroom, dressed looking dangerous and sexy, he could sense others watching his entrance.
He had arrived at the party promptly thirty minutes late to ensure that the maximum number of people would be there to see his arrival. This way he could size everyone up immediately and see who was dressed better than him.
Draco liked to use his beautiful pale skin to his advantage every chance he got. He loved the golden and darker tones of other people, but there was something about his alabaster complexion that made him feel special, maybe even superior to others. He knew it was all vanity, but he tried his best to keep himself as milky white, without looking sickly, as possible. It was part of the pride in his appearance.
So, it was no wonder that he decided to come dressed as a vampire. Humanoid creatures of the night always had a similar color to their skin as his: it almost glowed. Besides, he liked how a decent black cloak with a high collar always hugged his neck while softening his facial features. It made him look more attractive. He even went through the trouble of elongating his canine teeth to add that bit of danger to his attire.
As he descended the stairs, he looked for the best vantage point. Usually, he’d start off with the host, thanking him for the invitation and discussing any current events, but he could see there was already a queue of arse kissers eager to talk to Minster Shacklebolt. So, Draco opted for his favorite spot, right next to the bar.
His eyes were in continual motion, looking up and down at everyone trying to match their personalities with their attire. As he approached the bar, he passed the huge Christmas tree and saw standing slightly behind it a breathtaking brunette in a traditional Muggle schoolgirl outfit: white shirt; tartan, pleated skirt; white, knee-high socks; and black, patent leather Mary Jane shoes. He had never seen her before, but her innocent look would make wonderful complement to his vampire attire. She saw him walking toward her, and the way her eyes widened at his approach reminded him of something, although he couldn’t quite remember what it was.
“Why is such a beautiful young girl standing here all alone on such a cold winter's night? Don't you know that there are creatures out there in the darkness watching you? They look at you with hunger and lust in their minds, waiting to trap you with their allure. They'd like nothing more than to pull you into their lairs and feed off of you in more ways than one. Would you like that to happen? I could be the one to protect you, one way or the other. Just say yes and I'll take you there."
Then Draco leaned down, taking her lovely hand in his and gently brought it up to his mouth. Caressing the palm of her hand with his lips and tongue, Draco turned his head and lightly swept his enlarged canines across her skin. She let out a hiss at the feel of his teeth, and the sound seemed to go straight to his cock.
“Gee, Draco, I knew you liked to flirt with me in private, but I didn’t think you’d be so bold as to kiss my hand in public. But if you insist.” And the girl - with a caramel, familiar voice - took Draco’s elbow, leaned into his arm, put her cheek on his shoulder, and waited for him to lead the way.
After a moment of stunned silence, Draco found he almost had to pick his jaw off the floor while simultaneously adjusting the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Could this be his favorite public masturbator, Harry Potter?
Draco was too aroused for such a public setting, and he needed a moment to clear his head. So, he cleared his throat and said, "Let's go get a drink first to inhibit your senses." He then began to lead her, er, Harry to the bar.
His mind was spinning. Draco had completely forgotten about Potter since he had walked out of the Aurors’ offices yesterday evening. Harry had done such a fantastic job looking like a girl, and a gorgeous one at that, that Draco wondered if Potter was a closet transvestite. Seriously, nobody could get his makeup to look that good on the first try. Not that Draco would know anything about that first hand.
“I couldn’t get the French maid costume, so I opted for a parochial schoolgirl look, instead. Will this be enough to keep our little secret between us, Malfoy?” Harry said. Even though Harry was wrapped arm in arm with him, and walking rather seductively, Draco could still hear the nervousness mixed with a hint of seduction in Potter’s voice.
Then, Draco came to a startling conclusion: Harry Potter dressed as a schoolgirl and holding on to him for dear life had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. All he had to do now was to make sure he exploited the situation.
“Well, I’m afraid, Harry, you haven’t met the one condition that I asked. As I recall, I specifically mentioned a French maid costume. Surely even you could handle something that simple. Since you didn’t hold your end of the bargain, I don’t see why I should hold my end of it. Let’s discuss this with the others at the bar and see what they think.”
At that, Harry stopped them from approaching the crowded bar and began to steer Draco toward one of the isolated outside terraces. When they got there, though, Harry could see it was covered in snow and began looking for another place for them to talk privately.
“If you need to talk to me alone, maybe we can go into one of these guest rooms,” Draco suggested.
Harry looked relieved at Draco’s suggestion and guided him into the first empty room, warding the door locked and silenced once they were both inside. Draco felt like Br’er Rabbit being thrown into the briar patch.
“Okay, Malfoy, what will it take for you to keep your mouth shut?” Harry asked, still sounding nervous although he never let go of Draco’s arm.
Draco practically purred at Harry’s question. It was exactly the situation his sex-induced mind had hoped for.
“Well, Harry,” Draco said, moving in front of Harry while enveloping the brunet into his arms, “the best way to keep my mouth closed is for you to do exactly what I say. And the first thing you can do is to open yours.” Then before Potter could retort, Draco leaned slightly down to give Harry a breathtaking kiss.
At first Harry didn’t respond, but then his eyes fluttered closed, and he started to kiss back, giving the same kind of moan that he had done yesterday in his office. At that sound, Draco realized he had made one small victory. He began to let his hands roam freely all over Potter while Harry passively moved his hands to rest on Draco’s shoulders. Then, while Draco got more assertive of the situation, he realized that Harry was letting Draco take control.
Could it be that Harry Potter had more than one kink? Draco wondered.
Draco pulled his mouth away and began to kiss down Harry’s neck, using one hand to undo the buttons on the blouse while he brought his other hand down to cup that firm, skirt-covered arse.
"Wow, Draco, I love the way you’re kissing my neck. Are you a real vampire? Hmm? Will you be biting me later and sucking out my blood? Yess!" Harry was panting, and the last word came out almost as a hiss.
Draco brought the hand that was undoing the buttons down to caress Harry's erection. Well, one thing's for certain, Draco thought, I don't have to worry about forcing this on him. He then started leading Harry back to the bed against the far wall, and when Harry's legs finally bumped against the mattress, Draco pushed him down to sit on the bed.
Even though he was barely coherent, Draco looked down at Harry’s smoldering eyes and said, “Well, Harry, I think you’ve been such a naughty girl for not doing what I asked. I think if you want me to keep my end of the bargain, you can start by unzipping my pants, pulling out my cock, and putting that lovely mouth to work, or will I have to spank you, too?”
Harry was already pulling out Draco’s cock when he began talking, but when Draco mentioned spanking, Harry moaned again as he began to take all of Draco’s enormous cock into his mouth. The look of Harry’s red lipstick lips wrapped around his cock made Draco close his eyes as his head tilted back.
Oh, definitely more than one fetish, Draco thought.
“Oh, Harry, this looks like the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
Word Count: ~2800 words
Rating: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter is © J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, and all other entities involved in the Potterverse. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
Author's note: I would like to thank my lovely and multi-talented beta, MystressXOXO.
“Hey, Potter, can we expect to see your celebrity mug at the Christmas party this Saturday at Minister Shacklebolt’s house? I hear everyone who is firmly kissing his arse will be there. So, you’ll definitely be attending then, yes?” Draco asked Harry as they sat across from each other in the boardroom, waiting for the Minister of Magic's senior staff meeting, which was held every Monday morning, to begin.
The once adversarial men had now, ten years after the death of the Dark Lord, learned to reconcile their ways. They would still taunt each other from time to time, but they both knew it was all in good fun. Sometimes, though, Draco took the verbal exchange in a different direction and began to privately flirt with Potter. He loved the lovely shade of red that Potter turned whenever he did it. It would always make the brunet flustered and a bit embarrassed, but there was no harm in it. They were both married men, and a little sexual innuendo never hurt anyone, right?
Draco’s thoughts were interrupted when Harry decided to reply to his taunt.
“As a matter of fact, Malfoy, I had considered skipping the function, as Ginny will be out of town to report on the Quidditch match between her old team, the Holyhead Harpies, and Ron’s favorite, the Chudley Cannons. Actually, I told Ginny she should go ahead and take Ron in my place. But now that I know that you’ll be there trying to enjoy yourself up the Minister’s arse, I think I’ll attend. I’d rather like to see that.”
“Yes,” Hermione interrupted, “it was nice of Molly to take the children for the night. I won’t be at the party as I had promised my mum that I’d come over and help her and my dad put up all the Christmas decorations. I don’t know why they feel they have to ask me year after year. Now that they’re getting older, it’s more of a burden on them, and it won’t take much for me to whip my wand out and set it all straight for them.”
Draco always internally rolled his eyes whenever Hermione prattled on about her Muggle parents. You’d think she’d have the decency to be mortified mentioning her Muggle relations in public. Even though the times were changing, it still seemed utterly rude to Draco that she would just flaunt them out as if no one minded.
But then there was nothing Draco could do about it. Now that it was becoming more and more obvious that the purity of one’s blood did not hold the respect it once did, it would only be a matter of time before people didn’t even ask about one’s blood status: pure-blood, half-blood, or Mud- er… Muggle-born.
“Ladies and gentlemen.” Minster Shacklebolt entered the room and had immediately wanted to get to work. He knew, as the time of holidays and vacations approached, it got harder and harder for people to concentrate on their work, even the senior staff. “I hear that some of you will be attending my party this weekend. I’d be delighted if all of you could attend, but I’d fully understand if you cannot.
“Mr. Malfoy, if what Head Auror Potter is saying is true, I’ll be sure to wipe myself extra clean before the party.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed and menacingly glared at his once rival. Then Shacklebolt continued. “I await to see what you will be wearing, Harry. You do know it’s a holiday costume party, right?”
At that, Draco was mildly surprised to see Harry turn that lovely shade of crimson again. Harry’s head went immediately down, and he would occasionally glance up at Draco until his face was no longer flush.
How delightful! Draco thought to himself.
*** *** ***
As Saturday afternoon finally arrived, Draco was eagerly anticipating this evening’s gala. He couldn’t wait to see Harry only to tease him once more. The Chosen One was becoming almost an obsession for him. They had spared barbs back and forth throughout the week. Harry seemed to be improving in the exchanging of witty banter, but he still had that deer-in-the-headlights look whenever Draco managed to corner him alone. Could it be that Harry’s bravado was only for public displays or was there some other reason for his coyness?
The penultimate moment came for Draco on Friday afternoon. He knew Potter had to stay late to finish up some paperwork on the Bissel case when Draco decided to drop by his office after all the other Aurors had left.
As he approached Harry’s desk, he started to hear an odd sound coming from Harry’s area. He could see that Harry’s high-backed chair was faced away from his desk. When he realized that he could sneak up on him unawares, Draco could not resist dropping into his old schoolboy habit of trying to catch the Boy Who Lived doing something nefarious.
When he was almost right behind Potter, he heard that sound again. This time he could definitely make out what it was. It was definitely a moan, deep and longing, and Draco’s curiosity was reaching its peak. What was Potter up to alone on a Friday evening?
When Draco was able to look over the chair, his eyes widened in shock. Harry Potter was sitting slumped down, head back, eyes closed, palming the outside of his pants, and getting an erection!
More than anything, he wanted to just stand there and watch Harry, but so many things were going through Draco’s mind that he thought he’d explode. I’m going to have fun with this! Draco decided.
“I’ve noticed that you have a whopper of a bulge in between your legs there, Potter.”
At the sound of someone’s voice, Harry jumped out of the chair, turned around, and had his hand wrapped around his wand, the holly and phoenix feather one, faster than Draco could react.
“Whoa, Potter, calm down,” Draco said while he lifted his hands, palms facing Harry to show he meant no harm. Even though Harry was starting to put his wand up, Draco couldn’t let what he saw go to waste. Hadn’t his father taught him how useful blackmail could be? So, before Harry could try to rationalize away his rather embarrassing situation, Draco interjected with his own plan first.
“I wonder how many people know that the famous Harry Potter is an exhibitionist? Do you think this would be a great conversational topic tomorrow night?” Draco looked at an extremely embarrassed Harry with a smirk, winked, and continued.
“No? Well, then if you’d like me to keep my mouth shut, I suggest you wear a sexy French maid costume tomorrow and tuck back that lovely package. I’m going to need a beautiful woman at my side tomorrow night, and I’m afraid Astoria is in Italy this week doing some Christmas shopping. So, I’ll see you at Shacklebolt’s party as my date. And, Harry, do make an effort to look the part.”
The moment after Draco said that, Harry’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, his face once again turning beet red. Draco’s face broke out into a wonderful smile, and he walked out of the room.
*** *** ***
Without a doubt, Draco Malfoy was in his element. As Draco walked into the ballroom, dressed looking dangerous and sexy, he could sense others watching his entrance.
He had arrived at the party promptly thirty minutes late to ensure that the maximum number of people would be there to see his arrival. This way he could size everyone up immediately and see who was dressed better than him.
Draco liked to use his beautiful pale skin to his advantage every chance he got. He loved the golden and darker tones of other people, but there was something about his alabaster complexion that made him feel special, maybe even superior to others. He knew it was all vanity, but he tried his best to keep himself as milky white, without looking sickly, as possible. It was part of the pride in his appearance.
So, it was no wonder that he decided to come dressed as a vampire. Humanoid creatures of the night always had a similar color to their skin as his: it almost glowed. Besides, he liked how a decent black cloak with a high collar always hugged his neck while softening his facial features. It made him look more attractive. He even went through the trouble of elongating his canine teeth to add that bit of danger to his attire.
As he descended the stairs, he looked for the best vantage point. Usually, he’d start off with the host, thanking him for the invitation and discussing any current events, but he could see there was already a queue of arse kissers eager to talk to Minster Shacklebolt. So, Draco opted for his favorite spot, right next to the bar.
His eyes were in continual motion, looking up and down at everyone trying to match their personalities with their attire. As he approached the bar, he passed the huge Christmas tree and saw standing slightly behind it a breathtaking brunette in a traditional Muggle schoolgirl outfit: white shirt; tartan, pleated skirt; white, knee-high socks; and black, patent leather Mary Jane shoes. He had never seen her before, but her innocent look would make wonderful complement to his vampire attire. She saw him walking toward her, and the way her eyes widened at his approach reminded him of something, although he couldn’t quite remember what it was.
“Why is such a beautiful young girl standing here all alone on such a cold winter's night? Don't you know that there are creatures out there in the darkness watching you? They look at you with hunger and lust in their minds, waiting to trap you with their allure. They'd like nothing more than to pull you into their lairs and feed off of you in more ways than one. Would you like that to happen? I could be the one to protect you, one way or the other. Just say yes and I'll take you there."
Then Draco leaned down, taking her lovely hand in his and gently brought it up to his mouth. Caressing the palm of her hand with his lips and tongue, Draco turned his head and lightly swept his enlarged canines across her skin. She let out a hiss at the feel of his teeth, and the sound seemed to go straight to his cock.
“Gee, Draco, I knew you liked to flirt with me in private, but I didn’t think you’d be so bold as to kiss my hand in public. But if you insist.” And the girl - with a caramel, familiar voice - took Draco’s elbow, leaned into his arm, put her cheek on his shoulder, and waited for him to lead the way.
After a moment of stunned silence, Draco found he almost had to pick his jaw off the floor while simultaneously adjusting the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Could this be his favorite public masturbator, Harry Potter?
Draco was too aroused for such a public setting, and he needed a moment to clear his head. So, he cleared his throat and said, "Let's go get a drink first to inhibit your senses." He then began to lead her, er, Harry to the bar.
His mind was spinning. Draco had completely forgotten about Potter since he had walked out of the Aurors’ offices yesterday evening. Harry had done such a fantastic job looking like a girl, and a gorgeous one at that, that Draco wondered if Potter was a closet transvestite. Seriously, nobody could get his makeup to look that good on the first try. Not that Draco would know anything about that first hand.
“I couldn’t get the French maid costume, so I opted for a parochial schoolgirl look, instead. Will this be enough to keep our little secret between us, Malfoy?” Harry said. Even though Harry was wrapped arm in arm with him, and walking rather seductively, Draco could still hear the nervousness mixed with a hint of seduction in Potter’s voice.
Then, Draco came to a startling conclusion: Harry Potter dressed as a schoolgirl and holding on to him for dear life had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. All he had to do now was to make sure he exploited the situation.
“Well, I’m afraid, Harry, you haven’t met the one condition that I asked. As I recall, I specifically mentioned a French maid costume. Surely even you could handle something that simple. Since you didn’t hold your end of the bargain, I don’t see why I should hold my end of it. Let’s discuss this with the others at the bar and see what they think.”
At that, Harry stopped them from approaching the crowded bar and began to steer Draco toward one of the isolated outside terraces. When they got there, though, Harry could see it was covered in snow and began looking for another place for them to talk privately.
“If you need to talk to me alone, maybe we can go into one of these guest rooms,” Draco suggested.
Harry looked relieved at Draco’s suggestion and guided him into the first empty room, warding the door locked and silenced once they were both inside. Draco felt like Br’er Rabbit being thrown into the briar patch.
“Okay, Malfoy, what will it take for you to keep your mouth shut?” Harry asked, still sounding nervous although he never let go of Draco’s arm.
Draco practically purred at Harry’s question. It was exactly the situation his sex-induced mind had hoped for.
“Well, Harry,” Draco said, moving in front of Harry while enveloping the brunet into his arms, “the best way to keep my mouth closed is for you to do exactly what I say. And the first thing you can do is to open yours.” Then before Potter could retort, Draco leaned slightly down to give Harry a breathtaking kiss.
At first Harry didn’t respond, but then his eyes fluttered closed, and he started to kiss back, giving the same kind of moan that he had done yesterday in his office. At that sound, Draco realized he had made one small victory. He began to let his hands roam freely all over Potter while Harry passively moved his hands to rest on Draco’s shoulders. Then, while Draco got more assertive of the situation, he realized that Harry was letting Draco take control.
Could it be that Harry Potter had more than one kink? Draco wondered.
Draco pulled his mouth away and began to kiss down Harry’s neck, using one hand to undo the buttons on the blouse while he brought his other hand down to cup that firm, skirt-covered arse.
"Wow, Draco, I love the way you’re kissing my neck. Are you a real vampire? Hmm? Will you be biting me later and sucking out my blood? Yess!" Harry was panting, and the last word came out almost as a hiss.
Draco brought the hand that was undoing the buttons down to caress Harry's erection. Well, one thing's for certain, Draco thought, I don't have to worry about forcing this on him. He then started leading Harry back to the bed against the far wall, and when Harry's legs finally bumped against the mattress, Draco pushed him down to sit on the bed.
Even though he was barely coherent, Draco looked down at Harry’s smoldering eyes and said, “Well, Harry, I think you’ve been such a naughty girl for not doing what I asked. I think if you want me to keep my end of the bargain, you can start by unzipping my pants, pulling out my cock, and putting that lovely mouth to work, or will I have to spank you, too?”
Harry was already pulling out Draco’s cock when he began talking, but when Draco mentioned spanking, Harry moaned again as he began to take all of Draco’s enormous cock into his mouth. The look of Harry’s red lipstick lips wrapped around his cock made Draco close his eyes as his head tilted back.
Oh, definitely more than one fetish, Draco thought.
“Oh, Harry, this looks like the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”