WARNING: This chapter contains pet-play, BDSM and other mature sexual content that may or may not be suitable for some readers. Not recommended for minors.
PLEASE proceed with caution.
PS: Yes, I know Christmas is more than over and I totally suck for leaving this series halfway. But I got really, really busy with a new project, namely my epic fic- Chasing Draco. Do check it out if you're a Harry/Draco fluff addict like yours truly.
And now that shameless self pimping is out of the way, again- sorry dear readers for the long wait. I'll do better, I swear!
Draco scowled at the pile of presents littering his bedroom. Assorted lanterns, ornaments and a very cheery nutcracker were scattered about his living space. His presents from Harry- all Christmassy and festive and so bloody boring he could scream! Draco pouted sullenly. Ever since he'd fallen sick that one time, Harry seemed to have lost his sense of adventure. For a week straight, Draco had been getting ridiculously appropriate presents from their advent calendar and it was driving him round the twist. He had even poked and prodded at the nutcracker to ascertain that it wasn't in fact, a cleverly disguised vibrator or something. No such luck.
To make matters even worse, Harry seemed set on avoiding even the suggestion of anything kinky in the bedroom and had taken to playing the perfect, doting boyfriend with a seemingly endless supply of chocolates and roses and gentle kisses at Draco's disposal. It was all very sweet and very romantic and not what Draco wanted at all!
Squaring his shoulders, the blond stalked off determinedly to their advent calendar and flipped open the slot marked '20'. Something promptly fell into his palm and Draco snarled in frustration.
A sugar mouse.
A sodding sugar mouse!
"For Merlin's sake!" he snapped, glaring at the innocuous little treat in his hand. "Why does Potter think I need one of these?!"
This was officially the last straw. Draco wanted hot, kinky sex! Not mice! How the hell was he supposed to romp about with his boyfriend when he insisted on being so unreasonable?!
Well Draco wasn't taking it anymore! He stared hard at the pink candy mouse still sitting in his palm. The sugar melted around his fingers and he popped a slender digit into his mouth, savoring the sweet sensation. Immediately, Draco blinked and his eyes widened as a very interesting idea unfolded before him. He broke out into a grin and placed the sugar mouse on a table, before sauntering back to his bedroom.
Oh, he was going to seduce his boyfriend into shagging his brains out, one way or the other. And if a sugar mouse was what he had to do it with, then so fucking be it.
Harry fumbled with his keys and stamped his feet furiously, trying to brace himself from the cold. He couldn't wait to get inside his apartment and spend the rest of the day curled up with Draco. The thought sent his brain in an altogether different direction and Harry shook his head firmly. He was still feeling horribly guilty about Draco's cold and he had no desire to push the blond. Games were all fine and dandy but there was no way he could deal with Draco getting sick again. Even if he did look fucking fantastic all trussed up in tinsel. Or wearing red, sheer stockings. Or…
And here we go again.
Scolding himself mentally for being a randy, inconsiderate bastard, Harry turned the key and swung the door open.
"Dray, I'm ho-holy Mother of Merlin."
Harry froze on the spot, his jaw dropping to the floor at the sight before him. Draco smirked and sprawled across the floor, swishing his white, fluffy tail. Fur trimmed bracelets decorated his wrists and ankles and a set of faux cat ears sat jauntily on his blond head. A red collar with a silver bell decorated his neck, jingling merrily. Aside from that, he was utterly and completely nude. His grey eyes were dark as he focused on Harry, prowling closer to the shell shocked man. Harry swallowed as Draco sauntered over to the table where his latest present was sitting. The blond made a show of licking a stripe down the pink candy mouse, moaning at the sweet flavor. He licked and lapped at it and the sugar melted deliciously against his tongue. Draco parted his lips and slurped at the candy, lifting the mouse with his tongue. One look at a dazed Harry and another quick swipe of the tongue, and the mouse was gone, disappearing between Draco's parted, pink lips. Draco ran his tongue across his lips and settled down to lick his fingers, ignoring Harry like a cat washing its paws.
"Fuck," the Gryffindor managed. There didn't seem to be much else to say in this situation.
Draco seemed perfectly satisfied with that assessment. He prowled over and wiggled his arse enticingly, flicking the tail again. The plug rubbed against his prostate and he let out a rumbling purr that made Harry stagger and gargle uselessly.
"You…what the…you actually…"
Draco cut him off with another purr. "Mrow?" he inquired politely. The Gryffindor's eyes widened as Draco rubbed his face against his trouser leg, closing his eyes and arching against him like an affectionate kitten. Harry hissed as Draco sat up on his hind legs and furthered his trail, rubbing his cheek dangerously close to his cock
"Oh God," Harry managed.
Draco smirked at him and resumed his ministrations and Harry clenched his jaw, willing himself to breathe, for Merlin's sake. He was still rooted to the spot and Draco pouted and mewed piteously, demanding his attention. Harry shook himself, finally taking a deep breath and lifting his hand to pet Draco gently. The blond purred in delight, arching back sinuously into the caress.
"Happy to see me, kitten?" Harry asked. He barely recognized his own voice- low and harsh from lust. Draco nodded eagerly, the bell on his collar jingling as he did.
Harry smirked and ran a hand through his hair, gently thumbing his pointed furry ears. The soft fur felt luxurious under his fingers and his cock strained against his trousers. A growl rumbled in his throat as he fixed his dark gaze on Draco
"I don't think I believe you."
Draco frowned and looked up questioningly at him. Harry chuckled as he caressed his face, smoothing out the frown lines. "Good pets wag their tails when they're happy, don't they?"
Draco's eyes darkened and he flicked a tongue out to lick his lips. Slowly he shuffled around with his back towards Harry and wiggled his arse, sending the tail swaying. Harry moaned at the sight of that fluffy tail and pert arse waving in his face and he palmed himself roughly through his jeans. "Good kitten," he managed. Draco pattered back, slinking around him. Harry reached out and stroked his hair, his hand trailing down Draco's jaw line and to his collar. "Very nice," he mused, flicking the bell. "But I daresay something's missing, don't you think?"
Draco frowned, watching warily as Harry flicked his wand. A leash flew out from a nearby closet and landed neatly in the Gryffindor's hand. Draco's eyes narrowed as Harry patted his leg.
"Heel, pet."
The blond sniffed and flicked his tail in snooty outrage but sauntered back and settled on his hind legs, baring his neck to Harry. Harry clipped the leash on and gave it a gentle tug, bringing Draco back to all fours. "Perfect," he mused, gazing down at the vision before him. Draco looked like sin, all decked up in fur and trim with a red collar and leash around his neck. He arched his back and batted his lashes, pawing at Harry's trousers.
"You want to play, kitten?"
Draco grinned and ran his tongue against the leash, lapping at it until he reached Harry's fingers. Harry groaned as pouty, pink lips wrapped around his finger, suckling lightly. He endured Draco's attentions for as long as was humanly possible, and then the blond flicked his tongue out again and the last of Harry's self control evaporated.
"Fuck," he hissed, tugging the leash and wrapping it around his hand. Draco yelped in surprise as he lurched forward, steadying himself against his boyfriend. Harry refused to relent, wrapping the leash around his fingers until Draco was incapable of moving back. With his free hand, he fumbled with his trousers, pulling his raging cock out
"Open," he snarled, pushing against Draco's parted lips. "It's time for your milk, kitty."
Draco opened his mouth, letting Harry's cock slip through. He moaned against the intrusion, licking lightly at the smooth head and lapping up the pre cum. Harry hissed as that sinful tongue rolled over and under his prick, laving him teasingly. Draco suckled at the head and he lost it, tugging the blond forward the rest of the way and plunging down his throat. Draco's throat stretched around him as he gagged, barely adjusting before Harry pumped into his mouth in a lust crazed frenzy. He grabbed hold of Draco's hair with his free hand and pushed him back on his cock, hitting the back of his throat with every thrust. Draco used his tongue and lips as best as he could, teasing the underside and humming every now and then until Harry came undone. With a snarl, he rammed into Draco's throat once, twice, three more times before his balls drew up and he pulsed into the warm, wet channel.
There was silence for a few minutes save for Harry's heavy breathing. Draco smirked and swallowed around his cock a few more times, making his boyfriend hiss and glare at him.
"Randy minx," he muttered, gingerly removing himself from Draco's mouth and tucking himself back in his trousers. "You didn't even let me get through the door!"
"You deserved it," Draco sniffed. "Acting all sweet and romantic and worshiping the ground I walk on…"
"Merlin, how I've wronged you," Harry retorted dryly.
"You know what I mean," Draco grinned. "I missed this."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I missed it too," he admitted. His eyes roved Draco's naked form hungrily. "So much."
"Well, do something about it then," Draco whined, arching against him again
Harry groaned as that lithe body pressed against him. "Oh, I will," he smirked, tugging at the leash again. "Come on then, my pretty kitten. I have some fresh cream right here with your name on it."