Draco Was A Masochist

Draco Malfoy wandered into the Great Hall, wearing nothing but tight, shiny gold, ridiculously small hot pants complete with gold boots. He spotted Harry immediately standing by the drink’s table. Harry was wearing impossibly tight black leather pants and combat boots. He was shirtless, and was absent-mindedly twirling a riding crop between his fingers as he bitterly watched Ron and Hermione making out across the hall. As he got closer, Draco noticed that Harry had eyeliner and mascara on. He also noticed that Harry had his left nipple pierced, and had apparently donned very realistic-looking artificial fangs for the evening. 'Oh god help me' Draco thought. Harry looked in his direction, and Draco decided it was probably best to try and act normal.

“Potter,” he greeted, helping himself to a glass of punch. 'Someone had better spike this, and soon' Draco thought to himself.

“You came as Rocky Horror? I thought you hated muggles,” Harry said, fighting to keep his eyes on Draco’s face, and not his deliciously tight -

“I do. But that doesn’t stop me from appreciating a fine specimen of man when I see one,” Draco replied, his eyes pointedly roaming over Harry’s hardened chest. “So what about you, Potter, what are you supposed to be?”

Harry noticed that Draco was staring him like a horny schoolgirl, practically salivating at Harry’s outfit. He gave Draco an evil grin, and stopped twirling his riding crop. He lifted it up and brushed the leather strap across Draco’s chest, making his nipples harden at the sensation. “Well, my dear Rocky,” Harry said, pausing to lift the riding crop and bring it down hard on Draco’s chest. When Draco’s breath hitched audibly, Harry leaned in and whispered against his ear “I’m a sadist.”

Harry pulled back, gave Draco a smirk that Salazar Slytherin would be proud of, and stalked away.

Fuck.

When those that had been watching, saw Draco hurry out of the Great Hall, they all just assumed he was storming angrily away from yet another confrontation with his nemesis.

Harry Potter knew differently.

Suddenly Blaise and Pansy came into the hall, and everyone was too distracted by her skimpy Playboy bunny outfit to notice Harry slipping out the door.

He bolted up to his dorm, grabbed his invisibility cloak, and ran as fast as he could to the bathroom closest to the Great Hall.

Slipping on his cloak, Harry opened the door to the bathroom as silently as he could. He could already hear Draco’s heavy panting coming from one of the cubicles. Smiling, he entered the cubicle next to him and sat down.

“Oh…..fuck…” Draco moaned, panting heavier and heavier. Harry could hear the slick sounds of Draco’s ministrations.

“Oh god...oh...HARRY!”

Harry raised an eyebrow and chuckled quietly to himself. He heard a mumbled cleaning spell, and Draco’s door swinging open. Harry waited until he heard running water before he made his presence known.

Draco leant on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was red and sweaty and his hair was sticking up all over the place. Sighing, he got a handful of water and began to splash his face, attempting to cool it down. When he lifted his head, he saw Harry Potter standing behind him, smirking into the mirror. He spun around in horror.

“Tsk tsk, Draco. Hardly behaviour that Daddy would be proud of, now is it?” Harry teased.

Draco’s stomach flipped at Harry’s suddenly casual use of his first name. He never thought it would sound so sweet rolling off Harry’s lips like that.

“I...I…,” Draco stammered.

“I think something needs to be done about this Draco,” Harry said, advancing on his blonde rival.

“W-what are you going to do?” Draco asked in a small voice.

Harry suddenly grabbed Draco by the hair, swinging him around and bending him over the sink. Draco looked up at Harry in the mirror and was left breathless by the look on Harry’s face. His eyes widened as he saw Harry remove one of his hands from Draco’s body, to pick up his riding crop.

“I’m going to punish you, Draco,” Harry whispered harshly in Draco’s ear.

Draco yelped loudly as Harry brought the riding crop down across his arse. The tight material of his gold hot pants made the strike sting even more.

Harry closed his eyes as he struck again, shamefully loving the sound of the leather hitting Draco’s arse.

Draco was panting harshly, and doing everything in his will power to keep his cock from hardening. Unfortunately, being the masochist he was, Draco had no control whatsoever under Harry’s punishment.

He cursed his stupidity for wearing such a skimpy outfit, which was now straining to contain his arousal.

Harry brought the riding crop down a third time, eliciting a loud moan from the blonde boy writhing underneath him. Although he had sworn to himself that he would not give Draco what he so desperately wanted, Harry’s last shred of control slipped after hearing that moan. He threw the riding crop to the floor, grabbed Draco’s hips and pressed his erection hard against Draco’s arse.

Draco’s eyes shot open in surprise and he thrust his hips wantonly back against Harry’s. Harry turned Draco around and sat him on the edge of the sink. They ground their erections together with reckless abandon, both moaning loudly. Harry leaned forward and began to lick and suck at Draco’s neck. Draco moaned, leaning his head back to allow the raven-haired boy better access. Grinning at this action, Harry sucked particularly hard at a sensitive spot he had discovered just above Draco’s collarbone. He pulled back to was pleased to see a dark glistening spot on Draco’s neck. Sensing they were both near completion, Harry leaned forward once more, and with a particularly vicious roll of his hips, sank his artificial fangs into Draco’s neck. Pain seared through Draco’s lust-filled brain and he came hard all over Harry. He slumped against Harry’s shoulder, his senses slowly returning to inform him that Harry was hungrily lapping at the blood still dribbling from the wound in his neck. He whimpered and wrapped his legs around Harry, pulling him closer and encouraging him to continue sucking at his neck.

Harry rolled his hips once more and shuddered violently against Draco as he came. He collapsed onto Draco, panting hard.

“Damn it,” Harry whispered harshly.

“What is it?” Draco asked, pushing Harry back so that he could look into his eyes.

Harry gave him a small smile.

“I swore to myself that I wouldn’t give in to you. But these,” he paused, snapping the waistband on Draco’s gold hot pants, “these undid me.”

Draco laughed. “I know one thing for sure...”

“What’s that?” Harry asked, eyeing the savage purple wound on his lover’s neck.

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you get rid of those fangs.”

Harry smiled.