Prompted: "Skirts. Laces. Heels. Make-up. As long as a guy is wearing it I'll like it." [ROOMATE/COLLEGE AU] (NSFW if you squint.) (631)
Harry stared at the blonde in front of him, eyes wide, his breath caught in his throat the moment their eyes met. He could hardly think anything other than, holy shit. He was trying to think anything other than that but it wasn't working. It was just that, holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
"Cat got your tongue, Potter?"
The words dripped like honey from his lips and Harry swallowed roughly letting out a quiet lost sound, did I just whimper?
"Pathetic." Draco smirked, hand on his hip and smile on his face, "I thought it was cute?"
Harry wanted to shake his head no, he tried really hard but he couldn't. It was just that weird noise in the back of his throat, what was it? A groan? Draco didn't seem bothered by it and ran his fingers over the lacy fabric that was stretched across his hips doing the bare minimum to conceal his cock.
"If this was all it took to shut you up I'd have done it years ago." He took a step forward, tilting his head slightly so his long white blonde hair fell over his shoulder from the ponytail he had tied it back with, then he drug his tongue across his cherry red lips, before biting his bottom lip softly.
"Malfoy what are you doing?" Harry finally managed to get out, when the sound of the heels he was wearing sounded on the wood floor of his bedroom.
"Surprising you, obviously. Honestly Potter, are you that dense?"
"I mean, what are you doing?" Draco pouted, and Harry couldn't help but wonder if he always looked that cute pouting or if it was just because of the fact he was wearing red lipstick. Fuck. "How did you get into my fucking room?"
"You don't lock your door," Draco answered and perched himself on the edge of Harry's bed, crossing his legs with a sigh the black, lace pantyhose clung to his thigh muscles. "Which is a real concern for someone of your stature Potter," Draco added with a stern look, "if I had wanted to hurt you it would have been all too easy."
"Don't you want to hurt me?"
"Does it look like it?" Draco rolled his eyes, "I just thought… I don't know after the other night?"
"It was a game!" Harry practically screamed, "we were all smoking and playing truth or dare!"
"Us fucking had nothing to do with truth or dare, Potter." Draco gave him a hard look, seemingly offended.
What?! Yes it did. They stared at each other quietly, Harry was lost, he had thought it did anyway. Why else had Dra- Malfoy kissed him that second time? Why else had Malfoy backed him into his rooms? Why else had Malfoy laid him down? "I… don't we hate each other?"
Draco groaned, "whatever you say Potter."
Harry watched him shift to his feet, rather confidently and without wobble the man would have thought he would have had wearing those heels and then, there was that noise again. A moan? Harry didn't have time to wonder what the noise meant because another part of that night was coming back to him, his truth: Skirts. Laces. Heels. Make-up. As long as a guy is wearing it I'll like it.
"Oh Merlin!" Harry roared, "h-how could you?!"
"What? Use intimate details to gain the upper hand? You tell me." Draco bent at the knee and reached down sliding his left heel off, keeping his balance as he stepped back to his normal height to so he could take the right shoe off as well.
But Harry was across the room and stopping him, Harry was yanking him right out of balance and into his arms and their mouths were pressed hard against each other.