Harry Potter
Draco/Harry
Cater to my personal kink. Which is ties.

"Are you ready to speak to the Muggle Prime Minister about the dangers of the still active death eaters infiltrating his military?" Draco asked lazily, watching in amusement as his husband rushed around like a Niffler with a clogged nose.

"No!" Harry moaned as he frantically brushed his teeth. "And it's all your fault!"

"My fault?" Draco asked with an easy quirk of his eyebrow.

"Yes! Yes! You made me have sex with you instead of getting ready! And then you made me snuggle with you instead of getting ready! And now you're mocking me with that cool eyebrow move thingy that I just can't do instead of helping me get ready!"

"Since you're stressed I'm going to let those made me comments slide," he drawled, heading for the closet to pick out a nice suit for his beloved to wear to his meeting.

Sometimes he wondered how Harry had ever survived without him.

"Put on your pants Harry."

"I never thought I'd hear you say that," Harry laughed, glad for the relief that came with it.

"I'll get you some tea while you finished getting dressed."


When he returned with some green tea for his lover he was somehow not very surprised to find that his shirt was not buttoned properly, and that he was fighting with his tie in a way that was most unbecoming of a grown man.

"I'll kill you!" Harry muttered to the limp piece of fabric. "I'll fucking wring your neck!"

Draco sighed and took the defenseless piece of cloth from Harry, "it doesn't have a neck dear."

"It should…" Harry looked absolutely murderous.

At any other opportunity Draco would have jumped him, but this was neither the time nor the place. He sighed in a weary but amused sort of way and deftly went about fixing the buttons on Harry's simple lime green Oxford shirt. Draco eyed the tie he held in his hand.

"Sweetheart, Muggles don't really seem to appreciate fluorescent orange and lime green in contrast in one outfit," Draco stated as kindly as possible, rifling through his own drawers until he came up with a pale pink, almost off-white tie. "I think this one will go over more smoothly."

"Thank you!" Harry exclaimed, pulling Draco in for a quick hug. "I don't know how I'd survive without you."

"I expect you wouldn't," Draco replied, looping the tie around Harry's neck.

The dark-haired man smirked and kept his arms wrapped loosely around Draco's waist as he worked. He adjusted the tie carefully, unconsciously caressing the back of Harry's neck as he carefully worked out the proper balance for tying the knot. He then smoothed out the ends, pressing them flat against Harry's firm chest and teasingly running a finger down the line between his solar plexus and his belly button. He slowly tied the knot, fingers deftly forcing the slippery silk to obey his every whim as he sidled closer to Harry, feeling his body heat.

"All done, scarface," Draco teased him.

Harry laughed once more and pulled him in for a quick deep kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"You better have something fun for me to do when I get back."