The Marvel of Muggle Technology

A/N:This is for the slashfest challenge on Livejournal, for zanzou chan. Many thanks to bdtinkerpot for the beta read!

The Marvel of Muggle Technology


"I still don't understand how it works," Draco commented one day, as he watched Harry struggling to best an army of Inferi trying to overtake his little character on the screen of that Muggle contraption known as the 'telly.' Harry's thumbs worked the little levers and buttons on the strange little black 'console', linked in some mysterious way to communicate with the black box called a 'Playstation' and from there to the telly. It was stranger than magic. Harry had tried to explain it one time, but all it did was give Draco a headache.

Harry chuckled, then groaned as his character was knocked unconscious by a marauding Inferius and killed. He turned to look at Draco, who was sprawled out on the couch, feet resting on the cushions. "Well, I don't totally understand how this thing works either -- supposedly there are electrical signals that travel through this wire here and talk . . ." He stopped at the blank look Draco was giving him and just grinned. "Electricity. Like all Muggle devices."

Electricity was a subject they'd discussed before. Draco had asked a lot about it when they'd started seeing each other, a few years after the war. It was rather funny how they'd ended up dating, but not surprising, not really, not when you added everything up. There weren't all that many gay wizards, first of all, and even fewer as handsome as Harry. And when you threw in the fact that Draco liked to be hurt and dominated, and Harry liked to be the one doing those things, well . . . it just made sense. They'd stumbled into each other at an underground Muggle bdsm party where Draco had wandered in too close to Harry's whipping scene and nearly taken a lash to the face; the whip had cracked mere centimetres away from his cheek. Quite a thrill, that. He'd nearly come from the sheer terror.

They'd hooked up, and after a few months of dating (with one notable break-up lasting all of three days), Draco had decided to move in with Harry at his little house not far from London. The Manor wasn't hospitable any longer; not after Draco admitted to his parents that he was bent. Things were still decidedly cool with his mother. His father was under house arrest and a bit prickly about the whole changing sides in the war thing.

Living in a Muggle house with Harry, Draco had wondered at all the strange contraptions and how they worked. Electricity was, Harry explained, basically controlled lightning. Muggles could do things with it that were just as complicated and artful as wizards working their magic. Draco understood the concept, and that lightning held great amounts of electricity and a little wire like the one connecting the game console to Harry's little controller only used a small amount of the strange energy. Yet still it was all a mystery to him.

Harry began another game, and Draco pouted. It was a hot summer day, muggy and still, and he was bored. He'd much rather have Harry playing him than a stupid game. "Isn't it dangerous to sit that close to something related to a thunderstorm?" he asked in a snobbish tone, the one he knew would get a reaction.

That earned him a roll of the eyes from Harry. "There's a whole world of difference between this and a thunderstorm," he replied, glancing over his shoulder before returning his attention to the screen. "Besides, what else is there to do?"

Draco began unbuttoning his shirt, spreading it open. He'd introduced himself to another little Muggle invention when he'd started frequenting the clubs, and he knew that other than his prick, they were among Harry's favourite toys. His nipple rings. He pulled on one, making a tiny noise in the back of his throat, which he knew Harry would hear despite the volume of the game.

There was a gurgle from the screen where another of Harry's characters died a gruesome death, spattered in blood. Harry dropped the console and turned around to glare at Draco. The glare transformed into something heated and hungry, eyes turning dark emerald as he took note of Draco's state of half dress. A low growl sounded in Harry's throat. Draco's cock gave a hard twitch. "And what do you think you're doing? Boy?"

Draco smirked. "Playing." He slid his other hand down to the fly of his trousers, pushing down on the bulge that was beginning to develop. Harry's stares had that effect on him. And by the way Harry's eyes narrowed in anger, Draco knew he was in for it. Just what he wanted.

The console was tossed aside, as Harry stood up, strands of black hair falling into his eyes as he stalked towards Draco, mouth set in a hard line. He reached down and hooked his finger in one nipple ring and gave it a jerk, pulling Draco up. Draco hissed and moaned, his heart beating faster, fear spiking in his chest.

"You want to know more about electricity? Come with me," Harry said in a dangerous tone. He let go of Draco and turned, walking away, sureness in his stride that Draco would hurry to follow.

It would be folly now to refuse, so Draco did follow, quickly shedding his shirt and certain that his trousers would be soon to follow. They passed into what Harry called the 'playroom', named so for the restraints along the wall, the St. Andrew's cross, and Harry's favourite little piece of furniture, the medical table.

Harry patted his hand on the white vinyl surface. "Take off your clothes and lay down. Legs spread, ankles in the stirrups. Hands above your head. We're going to have some fun." He gave a sinister chuckle, the kind that said the fun would be more Harry's and less Draco's. Draco's heart was pounding now, but he did as ordered, pulling down his jeans to leave them hanging over a chair as he climbed onto the table. He lied down on his back, feeling exposed as Harry clamped the restraints around each ankle in the stirrups, locking them in place. Draco's wrists went into the leather cuffs attached to the wall, securing them above his head. He could struggle all he wanted now, but there would be no escaping whatever plans Harry had for him. Draco's cock was engorged and stiff at the thought. His arse was at the edge of the table, and the whole position was perfect for anything Harry wanted, up to and including fucking him right there on the table.

For a moment there was silence, as Draco waited and Harry passed out of his field of vision, rummaging through a large chest where he kept most of his toys. "Harry?" Draco called uncertainly. It was the waiting that was the hardest part. "What are you getting?" He'd mentioned electricity. Other than the vibrators--and oh, how Draco loved vibrators--they hadn't played with anything powered by the Muggle technology. Somehow he didn't think vibrators were what Harry was searching for today.

"You'll see," came the enigmatic response. Harry was holding a little grey box with dials and knobs, and a wire which he connected to the outlet in the wall. There were more wires, leading to little clips. Draco wondered what purpose they served.

"What is that?"

Harry grinned. "This, Draco, is what is known as 'electronic stimulation.' An Eros Tek 312, the very latest in how people as twisted as us can play with electricity. See, there's something else you didn't know about electricity. Not only does it tell my game controller how to move my little man on screen? It also moves the muscles in your body, boy. And with this little device, I can control your muscles. All of them."

That sounded quite . . . interesting, Draco had to admit. And also more than a little dangerous. "You're certain this thing is safe?" Harry was busy attaching the wires to little white squares, one of which he stuck to the inside of Draco's thigh high up near his bits. The other he pressed down just above the head of Draco's cock. Draco gulped, contracting his arse muscles a little in fear.

"As long as I don't try to pass a current through your heart? Yes, it's safe. I don't plan on going anywhere above your waist. Believe me, I won't need to." Harry gave a malevolent chuckle Voldemort would have been proud of. He flicked the switch.

Draco gasped, as muscles in his groin contracted in pulses, spurred on by the mysterious box. It felt good, like a hand was squeezing his balls, sending little shocks through them. He moaned, squirming pulling at his restraints a little, safe in the knowledge that they'd hold him.

Harry watched him with a curious sort of detachment, a little smile playing on his lips. "Feels interesting, doesn't it? You can't control things any longer." He chuckled darkly. "I know how much you like that."

That earned him a moan from Draco. Yes, to have Harry controlling his pain or his pleasure, his movements, fuck; even his breathing. That was what drove him wild. "Please Harry," he begged, squirming in vain--the squirming only made the contractions feel even better, sending jolts to different places. He didn't call Harry 'Sir' or 'Master'. After Voldemort, they'd both agreed that was just a little too creepy. Harry was Harry. And Harry's name had all the authority it needed.

After a few minutes of this torture, Harry snatched off the little pads, making Draco jump in surprise. Draco watched as Harry moved the pads to different spots, at Draco's tailbone and his perineum. "Now feel this," Harry drawled, and flipped the switch again. The tempo of contractions was different this time; apparently the dials on the box controlled both intensity and frequency. Draco felt his arse muscles contracting over and over, hungrily, as if begging for Harry's cock to fill him, stroke the muscles. He whimpered, feeling sweat break out all over his body.

"Oh Sweet Merlin! You're cruel," he moaned.

"Oh, just wait until you see what else I can do," Harry whispered, taking a moment to let his hands roam over Draco's quivering body, rubbing his thighs, his stomach. He took each nipple ring between a thumb and forefinger, and pulled hard, twisting. Draco let out a shout of mixed pain and pleasure, his back arching. Harry leaned over and licked at the hollow of Draco's throat. "I love when you do that."

Draco could only shiver and nod. He kissed back with desperate passion as Harry's lips found his own, sucking greedily at Harry's tongue, frantic for Harry's touch, his taste. Harry flipped the switch, and Draco panted in relief, wondering what was next. "I think I like this game controller much more than your Playstation," Draco said coyly. Harry laughed.

With a smirk, Harry snatched off the white pads again, leaving Draco gasping. Harry next attached the wires to a couple different looking things--one which was most definitely a butt plug, and the other a ring of fabric with little metal circles, possibly a cock ring. Draco swallowed in anticipation, wondering how electricity would feel coursing through his prick. He was already leaking copious amounts of precome.

The plug wasn't huge, so Harry didn't take any time to prep Draco, though he did coat the plug with lube from a tube Draco hadn't seen before. "Conducts the electricity better than normal lube," Harry explained as he slicked up the plug. Its blunt tip felt cold against Draco's hole and Draco gasped, willing himself to relax as Harry began pushing it in, letting Draco's body slowly take the object. Once the plug was fully inserted, base resting against Draco's pucker, Harry attached the cock ring, being particular in where he had the little metal points touching Draco. Draco shifted in anticipation, feeling the plug pressing nicely against things inside, almost delirious with want. He whimpered, watching Harry return over to the box to flip the switches.

There was a twinkle in Harry's eyes. "I remember the first time I tried this," he said softly.

At first there was nothing. Draco stared at Harry in consternation, wondering if something had gone wrong, or if perhaps Harry was fucking with him and hadn't turned the bloody thing on yet. There was perhaps just a flutter of sensation, so light it could be imagined. Draco frowned in confusion.

Harry sniggered, and turned the dial.

"Oh . . . Harry!" Draco gasped, because then he definitely felt something. It felt like . . . it was as if the plug had come to life, and was fucking him. Or it was his muscles, fucking the plug instead. And his cock! Sensations flew through him that he couldn't even describe in any way, except to say it was electric. And it felt so bloody good. Draco's eyes watered with the sweet torment of it. He strained at his bonds, because he had to, because to lay still and just take it was beyond him.

"Nngh," Draco uttered, unable to vocalize his needs beyond that inarticulate sound, but he needn't have worried. Harry was leaning over him, eyes intent on Draco's twitching erection. The pink tip of Harry's tongue emerged, and he took hold of the head of Draco's cock with his hand, before slowly working the flushed head into his mouth, tonguing Draco's slit until he thought he'd go mad. "Nnn--fuck me, please!" Draco shouted. This was beyond torture. His balls felt like they were ready to explode.

In response, Harry clamped a finger around the base of Draco's cock, and continued to suck him, letting the electric impulses continue to buzz through Draco. The plug in his arse felt hot now, and he still could swear that it was actually plunging in and out, by the way his walls were contracting. He shivered violently. He didn't want to come without permission.

Harry must have been reading his mind. "You have permission to come. As much as you like," he said softly, his hand releasing Draco only to begin stroking him, tongue working at the head again. Draco could feel his jism there, ready to spill. With a strangled cry, he let the sensations carry him, up through his arse, through his balls, through his cock, and came in Harry's mouth, aware of Harry swallowing his semen, but not aware of much else beside that. The world tilted dangerously for a moment. It felt like the devices had ripped the orgasm right out of him.

Draco was left quivering in the aftermath. Harry reached over and turned off the device, licking his lips and grinning. "Pretty fucking amazing, wasn't it?" He pulled the plug out with a wet popping sound, making Draco twitch and cry out again. "Need to fuck you," Harry said in a low, rasping voice. He'd pulled Draco's arse to the edge of the table, the medical stirrups still holding Draco's ankles fast. It left him open and exposed, and ready to be fucked.

"Need to be fucked," Draco panted. His hole felt empty, abandoned. It hadn't escaped his notice either that Harry hadn't removed the cock ring.

"Yes," Harry replied tersely. He was reaching for the lube again with one hand, the other hand busy at the front of his jeans, unzipping and pulling out his cock. It looked swollen and dark with need, and Draco was grateful. A quick slicking on of lube, and Harry was pressing in, groaning as Draco's body slowly yielded to his intrusion. There was a burning, stretching sensation; Harry was bigger than the plug, but Draco didn't care. He enjoyed the touch of pain just as much as the pleasure of being filled with Harry's hot member.

"Yes," Draco moaned, nodding at Harry, as his lover sank deeper. Trussed up as he was, he couldn't control much of anything, but he could be vocal, and that was just what he intended to do. "Deeper, please." He gasped as Harry slammed his hips forward, thrusting home. "Oh, Harry, yes!"

"You're so mouthy," Harry snarled, eyes blazing green. He leaned over to kiss Draco, hard. "My mouthy little brat."

"Yours," Draco panted. He loved when Harry became possessive like this. His toes curled as he felt Harry bottoming out inside of him.

Harry flipped on the switch again, and began slowly working his hips, grinding against that sweet spot inside even as electrical tingles pulsed and squeezed at Draco's cock. It was still sensitive, and the sensations were sharp, almost painful, but it didn't matter. It mattered only that Harry was fucking him, using him as he so desperately had wanted. "Mine," Harry grit out, pulling almost out, and then thrusting home. Draco cried out in agreement.

They fucked slowly for several minutes, Harry taking his time to slowly pull in and then rock home, over and over, beads of sweat on his forehead, the line of his scar standing livid out against his pale skin. Draco was sweating as well, because Harry continued to torment him with different pulses to his cock, now sharp and agonising, then sweet and tempting. All time had blurred into this, the feel of Harry's cock slick and hard inside him, the electrical cock ring wrapped tight around his cock and balls. "Please," Draco whispered. He was hard again, and it wouldn't be long before Harry pulled another orgasm from him.

"That's right, boy," Harry murmured, thrusting in a little harder, a little faster. "Let me hear you beg." He licked a trail up Draco's chest, and bit down, hard. "Love to hear you beg."

The words poured out of Draco. "Fuck me, yes, like that--harder. Want to be able to come for you again, need your permission, Harry. Please don't stop. Right there . . . oh Merlin . . ." Draco's words drifted off into whispers as Harry nibbled his way up Draco's throat, sending little shocks of pain through him. He was so close. He tried to turn his head to kiss Harry, but Harry kept one hand on his chin, holding him in place. Draco whimpered. "Please!"

Harry's eyes held him fast, hips thrusting forward in a steady pounding rhythm. Possibly the only thing more electric than they toy they'd played with tonight was the look in Harry's eyes, Draco reflected. "Love you," he mouthed.

"Come for me," Harry demanded, and turned the dial to high, fucking him hard.

Draco felt Harry's hand close around his cock, and he surrendered himself again to the intense stimulation, whole body stiffening as he came, shouting Harry's name. He heard Harry groan and felt the wetness inside as Harry came as well, shuddering as he thrust deep. Abruptly, the electrical pulses stopped. Harry's upper half lay half sprawled on Draco, and against Draco's thighs he could feel Harry's legs shivering as they struggled to support him. Draco's cock still felt like it was buzzing. He was still experiencing powerful aftershocks, each one drawing a whimper.

"Bloody fantastic," Harry said against Draco's chest. Draco nodded tiredly.

After another moment of just lying there, Harry slowly raised himself up on his elbows, and reached to remove the wrist cuffs. Draco rubbed his wrists absently, still feeling a bit woozy, a bit tired. Harry uncuffed Draco's ankles next, and Draco hissed as he slowly brought his legs down, feeling pins and needles. "Let's get to bed," Harry said in a low voice, a much kinder voice. His post-care voice.

"I'm not sure I can walk," Draco confessed. Fantastic, yes. That had been bloody brilliant.

"Lean on me," Harry said with a grin. He threw Draco's arm over his shoulders, and together they made their way to the bed, collapsing onto its soft surface in a tangle of legs and arms. Harry drew Draco in for a deep kiss. "Better introduction to electricity now, mouthy brat? Some of those Muggle contraptions are pretty damned fun."

"Marvelous," Draco agreed, kissing Harry back. Perhaps Muggles did have a good idea or two, now and again. For their part, he and Harry would most certainly have to explore them all.

--fin--