Title: Collars
Author's Notes: I'm putting this up
as a preview of the revision I'm working on for Collars. I'll
be removing this once I finish the full revision, but I thought I'd
give you all a lovely sneak at how this is going. #3
Collars
"Come on Potter," Draco teased with a chuckle and a sly little grin, drawing a fingernail down the center of the Boy-Who-Lived's spine and enjoying the way the Gryffindor arched his back and let out his breath in a single exhale. "Really, it's not such a big thing." But Draco could tell from the way Harry took in a full gasp of air that it was a big thing to him, rolling his eyes behind the boy's back as Harry started to rattle off a list of reasons why he would always say no to it, for ever and ever and ever.
'It' lay on the bedside table, unassuming and small, barely even visible in the half-light that the Room of Requirements had provided them with. 'It' was a thin, silver-ended strip of leather with a buckle and a D-ring beside the buckle for a lead to clip onto, like a dog's collar; it shouldn't really be something to cause such a heated debate but as it sat, curled into a nearly-complete circle and looking like a snake waiting for the right moment to move, it sparked a fiery lecture which put Harry's erection on the backburner and made Draco even more determined to get it on him. Nothing was better - besides really good sex, of course - than making Harry do something he wanted when the Gryffindor had previously been dead-set against the notion. It was, after all, how he'd gotten Harry to wear silk knickers and a garter belt under his uniform one day, and that had led to a really spectacular night for the both of them.
The way Harry reacted to the silk - he was such a sensualist and hedonist, Draco decided - had sparked this idea, in fact. If Harry liked the way silk felt against his spelled-smooth balls and cock, and could barely keep his prick under control with every shift of his trousers, then Draco knew he'd love the way leather felt. He wanted to start Harry off slowly - a collar every now-and-then - and build towards tailored trousers which would cling to his taunt arse, and hug his thin hips perfectly. And maybe Draco could figure out if the Golden Gryffindor had a kinkier side to his prolectivities than Draco knew about so far, since he'd caught Harry filching the silk knickers once or twice after that dare was over.
Showed promise, in the very least.
"If it's 'no dig deal,' Draco," Harry countered with a suspicious look on his face, "then you wear it." Any time Draco pushed something this adamantly, Harry got just a little wary. So what if he'd liked the silk - that didn't mean he was going to go around wearing a leather collar, which anyone who had eyes would be able to see. The knickers, after all, were under trousers. Baring an undeniable need to suddenly strip down to a state of complete and utter nudity, no one was going to ever be able to tell he'd worn those tight little knickers all day long.
That little saving grace - that whatever Draco talked him into would at least not be too easy to see - wouldn't be true if he gave in and wore the collar. If he unbuttoned his shirt during the day to cool down a bit, it'd be visible. If he loosened his tie because it always seemed to want to choke him halfway through History of Magic lessons and had to be adjusted, it'd be seen. One wrong move and every person in visual range would see the black, leather collar wrapped and buckled around his neck.
-- Hope you like how this is fleshing out! #3 Jate --