Author: Olivia Lupin (
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iridescent_ink)Rating: hard R - NC-17.
Canon: Post-HBP, no spoilers.
Length: 2,100 words.
Scenario: I promise to let you dress me up in kinky underwear.
Summary: Harry and Draco go shopping for something a little different.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the sole property of J. K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Christopher Little Agency and associates. No money is made from this work, it is purely a work of fanfiction.
Notes: My apologies for the absurdity. Much with the fluff. *grin* But...it is what it is. :)
It's All In How You Define It
"Ready?"
Harry dropped his newspaper on the table and rose reluctantly. "I suppose so."
"Harry, we're going out today so that I can buy you a present. You ought to at least pretend to be excited." Draco's voice was wry.
"I am." Harry winced at the defensive tone that came through in his response and tried again. "I really am." It didn't sound much better.
"We don't have to go." Draco was clearly miffed, his chin lifting proudly and his arms crossing across his chest. "I promised, but if you'd rather not have a gift from me�." His voice trailed off, the annoyance not even coming close to fully hiding the hurt, and Harry caved.
"Draco, of course I want to go." He hesitated, trying to think of a way to tell Draco that he had no interest whatsoever in kinky underwear. "You don't have to buy me a present, though�." Especially the one you're planning, he continued silently.
"I want to, Harry. You need to try something a bit different from plain boxers." Draco slung his cape over his shoulders and fastened it. "Trust me, you'll like it."
Harry fumbled with the clasp of his own cape, the catch finally fastening, and when he spoke, his voice was soothing and conciliatory. "I'm sure I will." There, that sounded much better, he decided, feeling only the slightest twinge of guilt for also thinking, Not a bloody chance.
The shopping wasn't quite as bad as he'd feared it would be. Not horrible. At least he hadn't had to try anything on. And it was nearly over. Harry stood at the door of the shop, with one hand on the knob, and watched as the sales assistant flirted shamelessly with Draco. Well, not too horrible.
He sighed, recalling the only other time he'd been shopping with Draco: they'd been shopping for something very different, but that sales assistant had been all over Draco, too. He stared at the much-too-attractive man, who was currently leaning much closer to Draco than was necessary, and his eyes narrowed as he rested one hand on Draco's arm for emphasis of whatever point it was he was making. Draco laughed, looking mischievously over at Harry and then back at the assistant, saying something in return that made the man shrug one shoulder and pull back slightly.
Jealousy poked at him, and he pulled his gaze resolutely away, telling himself that Draco flirting back with the young assistant didn't mean anything. He turned slightly, his eyes shifting deliberately elsewhere and wished immediately that he'd stayed put. The�products�for sale in the shop they were in were�unusual, to say the least. He shook his head, slightly bemused at the selection of what went under courtesy name of 'underwear' and wondered with a sort of detached apprehension just which model Draco had settled on as his 'gift' for Harry. They'd looked at every single thing in the shop (and that was saying something), but when the time had come to make the actual purchase, Draco had insisted on secrecy. "I don't want you to see it until you put it on," he'd said to Harry. Harry tried to imagine himself actually wearing any of the things he'd seen in the shop and failed spectacularly.
They were, for the most part, along the lines of a g-string sort of construction (and Harry couldn't imagine wearing one of those; how would that one strap in the back feel, wedging its way between his cheeks? Ragingly uncomfortable to say the very least, he suspected, especially given what some of the items were made of.) His eyes flickered to the far corner of the shop, where most of the samples on display were especially outrageous. He ran through the various models they'd seen and tried desperately to rule them all out as possible choices Draco might have made.
There was one constructed entirely of fine metal chains (wouldn't the links get caught in his hair and pull and pinch something awful? Harry blanched slightly at the idea); one of leather with sharp, pointed studs coming out of it everywhere (he was pretty sure Draco would steer clear of that one as it looked much more dangerous to the wearer's lover than the wearer); and one actually had a tiny pair of handcuffs attached to the very front of the shiny vinyl pouch. Harry shuddered slightly. Please, not any of those, he thought.
Although the alternatives weren't a whole lot better. He shifted his gaze to the center display, where the choices were certainly made of more comfortable looking fabric, but were no less outrageous. There was one that looked like it was made from shimmering silver snakeskin, with matching suspenders; one that was red velvet with white ermine trim around the edges of the whole thing; ones made from animal print fabrics; ones made of satin that had tiny bow ties and cummerbunds attached to make them look like formal wear; ones made of fabric so sheer and delicate looking that their mere existence seemed pointless. And then there were the just plain silly ones: those made to look like little animals, or elves or pixies. Those didn't even bear thinking about�.
He was startled out of his reverie by Draco's sudden appearance at his side. There was a small package tucked under his arm, and his "Ready?" was eager and excited.
Harry tried not to roll his eyes. Someone clearly was 'ready'. He started to say just that but cut himself off. Draco looked�really, genuinely pleased. Happy. Harry pulled back and looked carefully at his boyfriend. Draco was slightly flushed. His eyes wouldn't quite meet Harry's, and his expression was almost shyly anticipatory, and Harry felt a pang somewhere near his heart.
This was really important to Draco.
He smiled, reaching out with one hand to take Draco's, lacing their fingers together and pulling the other boy hard against him for a kiss. He took his time, relishing the involuntary, instinctive give of Draco melting against him, of their mouths opening and their bodies fitting together with ease, and told himself that whatever ridiculous thing Draco wanted him to wear would be worth it, if it made Draco this happy.
The kiss lingered, Draco seeming unusually content to let the very public caress continue, and Harry registered somewhere in his brain the fact that the shop assistant was watching. He pulled Draco closer, smugly pleased by the fact that, the earlier flirting notwithstanding, Draco's response would leave the assistant in no doubt about where the blond's affection centered.
"Remember, just what's in the parcel. Don't wear anything else with it, just the underwear." Draco pushed the small parcel into Harry's hands and sat expectantly on the edge of the bed, waiting.
Harry smiled weakly and headed to the bathroom, telling himself firmly that whatever Draco had bought, whichever bizarre bit of satin or net or leather had caught Draco's fancy, he could deal with. It would only be for a little while, he told himself. And he'd only really need to wear it once�his thought derailed as the paper fell away and he stared at what had been wrapped in it.
This was Draco's choice? Amazed, he dropped the paper wrapping and held the garment out at arm's length. This was what Draco was dying to see him wear?
He stepped out of the bathroom, knowing Draco was waiting eagerly for him, knowing he'd be stared at the second he appeared, and feeling more self-conscious than he'd ever felt in his entire life. He moved slowly, his arms crossed almost defensively across his bare chest, and stopped about halfway across the room, looking anywhere but at Draco.
Draco hadn't moved, he was still seated, but was leaning forward, he expression intent and intense and his eyes nearly devouring Harry. "Uncross your arms."
Harry started, his eyes flying to his lover's face; Draco's voice was low and husky, as though he was having trouble speaking, and when Harry complied, straightening his arms to rest at his sides, he heard Draco's breath catch. "Turn around."
Harry flushed, but now it was one of arousal. He could tell by Draco's voice that he was turned on, that he wanted Harry; Harry would have bet ten Galleons that Draco was already hard. He complied with the request, feeling a rush of satisfaction and desire flooding through him when he heard Draco speak again. "God, you're gorgeous, Harry."
He stepped forward, feeling a bit bolder, and grinned when Draco bit at his lip and whimpered softly. "I have to say, Draco, I was very surprised at your choice. This is your idea of 'kinky underwear'?" He moved closer still, running his own hands down the incredibly soft fabric that fitted so snugly over his hips.
"'Kinky' was your word." Draco didn't bother to look up; his eyes were fastened on Harry's midsection, and he was making no attempt to pretend otherwise. "All I said was that I wanted to buy you underwear that I'd fantasized about you wearing." He reached out one hand and slid one finger almost reverently across the wide, white elastic band at Harry's waist. The white cotton briefs fitted snugly from waistband to mid-thigh, the fabric molding itself lovingly to Harry's body, outlining the muscles in his arse and thighs, and bulging in front where Harry's growing erection was pushing forward. "You were the one who assumed it would something out of a sex-toy shop." He flashed a quick glance up and grinned wickedly. "And the opportunity to drag you to just such a place and watch you blush and roll your eyes was something I couldn't resist. Not that I'm averse to things like that, if you'd like to try them. But I happen to think you look fabulous in these." He shifted his attention back to the front of the taut white cotton and chuckled softly, the next sentence murmured almost to himself. "Alex would give his last Galleon to be me, right now."
Harry stood before him, all tanned skin and lightly muscled limbs, his hair tousled and pushing at his glasses; he was still a tiny bit self-conscious, but was relaxing in the face of Draco's undeniably flattering appreciation of how he looked. "Alex? Who's Alex?"
Draco's hands ghosted over the cotton, stroking it slowly, lovingly, paying special attention to the lines of the muscles and coming back repeatedly to tease at Harry's cock through the soft fabric. "The sales assistant. He really fancied you Harry; didn't you even notice? He was practically throwing himself at you."
Harry snorted. "Me? He was flirting with you!"
Draco looked up at him thoughtfully. "No, he wasn't, Harry. He tried everything to get your attention, but when you didn't notice him, he started pumping me for information about you. Were we together, and if so, was I particularly attached to you or would I mind if he made a play for you�those were the kinds of things he wanted to know while you were hanging on to the door of the shop for dear life and I was over at the counter buying these for you."
"What did you tell him?" Total disbelief and a mild outrage were vying with an embarrassingly strong surge of curiosity, the latter winning fairly easily.
"Yes, very, and not as long as he didn't mind a broken jaw." Draco smiled disarmingly. "I was absurdly jealous that he'd even think of making a pass at you right in front me, and so I was very pleased when you kissed me there in the shop." His fingers dipped below the band again, skating around the edge of Harry's waist before pulling out. "We did agree on one thing, though�that boxers wouldn't suit you nearly as well as some other things. These, for instance�these show off that gorgeous arse of yours. As well as a few other very nice things." He leaned forward, as though unable to help himself, and mouthed Harry's erection through the briefs. "But you can wear whatever you like, Harry."
The sensation was dizzying; Harry could feel the delicious friction of Draco's teeth through the fabric, but it was muted, less intense, but somehow all the more maddening, and he reached out, steadying himself by tangling his fingers in the fine blond hair. Draco's mouth was working him in earnest now, the teasing and sucking becoming more insistent, and Harry's mind was reeling.
"No, no, I don't want to try any other underw--oh�." The words fractured, and Harry lost the whole thread of the conversation for long minutes before finally managing, "I like these just fine. In fact, I may start wearing these all the time."
Author's Note: My heartfelt thanks to the wonderful
franling for the beta. The fic is dedicated to my sweet coffeesama, with love and thanks for his help in defining the perfect white brief. (If you're curious, the ones Draco buys for Harry are very much like these. And may I just state, for the record, that every other piece of underwear description in this fic was done after viewing a photo found online. Google Image Search is a treasure, an absolute treasure, I tell you. It really is.)
