The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This is a revised and extended version of Kinky Boots
, which I wrote for dracoharry100
challenge. This was written for hd100
's current challenge, tongue
Harry sighed, fidgeting; he’d been promised a blowjob for accompanying Draco shopping, but this hot Saturday afternoon was meant for Quidditch.
Harry’s irritable frown softened as he watched Draco preen. The shameless hedonist loved being pampered. He’d wax lyrical about the luxury of having your shoes tied; the way the best assistants pulled firmly on the tongue of the boot before doing the laces up tightly.
Draco pulled back from the assistant and strutted over to Harry. “What d’you think of the boots, Harry?”
Harry prepared to say positive, vague things and looked down.
Draco smirked. “Kinky, yes?”
They left, Apparating straight to their bedroom. They undressed in a fumbling rush; Draco was left in his new boots and nothing else. His soft white skin looked more exposed than ever above the sparkly, scarlet boots.
He stumbled awkwardly in the heels, then fell to his knees. Harry groaned audibly. At the sound, Draco looked up with a sly look, tongue flicking over his thin lips.
“God, you slut,” he said hoarsely. “You look like you’re just there to service me... like you’re owned by Gryffindor in those fucking boots....”
Draco looked up at him with adoring eyes.
Harry held Draco’s head still; his fingers looked dark against his cornsilk hair. “Come on then,” he ordered, yowling as hot mouth and soft lips and wicked tongue engulfed him.
He groaned, hips jerking uncontrollably as Draco worked his cock ardently. Harry watched him: pink lips open around his thickness, cheeks flushed with effort, eyes closed in bliss. Then he saw that Draco was wanking as he sucked, jerking desperately at his own cock, as if he couldn’t help himself.
That sent him over the edge, thrusting ruthlessly into Draco’s friction-swollen mouth as Draco moaned around his cock, and came.