THE H/D KINKMEME

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 This is an ANONYMOUS kink meme. Feel free to fill kinks un-anonymously, but generally, this is anon.

- kink means kink! Let's keep the ratings at R and above. ;D
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- for simplicity's sake, put a summary of your request in the title field (request: threesome, bondage, delayed gratification would work perfectly), more details can be provided in the comment.
- post as many comments as you want.
- even if a request has been filled, it doesn't mean it can't be filled twice! thrice! 
- please keep all characters 17+ of age. See this post for our under-age policy.
- Harry and Draco are allowed to have playmates (threesomes! orgies! Anything goes!) but please keep them as the main pairing in your fills.
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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Harry is a bit vanilla so Draco takes him to a BDSM establishment to broaden his views. Harry seems to be fascinated with ... (your choice).

Bottom!Harry please!

request: double penetration

[(Anonymous)]

harry and draco want to try something new, so they (who tops is up to you) use a dildo along with their dick

Fill: double penetration

[(Anonymous)]

"Yeah… mmm, fuck…" Harry grasped his cock and stroked furiously, eyes glued to the screen.

He loved this sort of porn, but he didn't dare indulge in it when Draco was around. The porn they watched together tended to be a bit more… vanilla. Harry definitely had no complaints about the sex life he shared with his lover, but sometimes he enjoyed fantasizing about things that Draco would certainly find too kinky for their bedroom.

The bloke on the film moaned and screamed, and when the camera slid down to show a lovely close shot of his abused rim, stretched beyond belief around two fat cocks, Harry came.

"What are you up to?"

Harry struggled to catch his breath and twisted around, falling off the edge of the bed in the process. "Erm… Draco, you're… home early," he managed from the floor.

Draco shook his head in amusement. "Get up, you bumbling boor. Couldn't wait for me to get home, hmm?"

Harry untangled his limbs and scrambled to his feet. "I… sorry."

"You can wank any time you like. No apologies needed. This must be new, though, because I've never seen it before." Draco raised his eyebrows. "Nice."

"I know it's not your cup of tea, so to speak…" Harry began.

"I don't know, looks like fun to me." Draco grinned at him. "Want to try it?"

"Try… that?" Harry asked in surprise. "You'd want to?"

"Sure. I'd love to fuck you that wide open. Let's do it tonight. Now, if you're ready."

"But…" Harry furrowed his brow. "Really? I don't know if I want to."

"I guess I could bottom, then."

"No!" Harry crossed his arms. "No, there's no fucking way. No one else is fucking you, and I can't believe you'd want anyone else fucking me. I thought we were exclusive."

Draco laughed. "Harry, really – do you think I'd share you? I'm rather possessive, in case you'd forgotten."

"Then… all right, I'm confused."

"Shock, that," Draco teased. He reached beneath the bed and came back out with a medium-sized dildo. "There's more than one way to fuck you with two cocks, and this way is much more appealing to me."

"Oh," Harry breathed.


Continued

Request: Wanking

[(Anonymous)]

One of the boys is incredibly turned on by watching the other one wank.

Re: Request: Wanking

[(Anonymous)]

“Touch yourself,” Draco murmured quietly, staring at the naked man in front of him. Draco sat on the chair in the middle of the room, his legs spread, easing the throbbing pain between his legs. His erection throbbed as he watched the sight before him, but he didn’t remove any of his clothes.

Harry laid spread on the bed, his green eyes looking at Draco in desire. He licked his lips and did as he was told. He started by touching his nipple. The touch was soft and his fingers merely glided over the hardening nub, back and forth, before his thumb and forefinger pinched it. Harry groaned and closed his eyes. He tweaked his nipple again, enjoying the sharp sensation it sent down his body and straight to his erection. He was hard already and he made himself pretend that Draco wasn’t there, watching his every move.

His spare hand – the one that wasn’t tweaking his nipple – glided from his chest, past his left nipple and down his stomach. He opened his eyes and glanced at Draco (who was a blurry figure without his glasses on), unsure how far he wanted him to go.

Draco nodded shortly, giving Harry permission to continue. His legs were still spread, but his hand cupped the bulge that was restricted by his pants. He rubbed it, relieving some pressure. He wasn’t going to wank; he was going to watch Harry wank first.

Harry smiled softly, but closed his eyes again so that he could concentrate on the task at hand. His left hand travelled lower than his stomach. It glided over his soft curls of dark pubic hair before wrapping around his stiff cock. He groaned and licked his lips.

“Good,” Draco whispered. He bit his lip and rubbed his erection harder.

Harry’s thumb slid over the tip of his cock, where pre-cum formed and leaked from the slit. His hand tightened around the hard flesh and with slow tugs, his hand fisted up and down the long anatomy. He groaned, his head falling back and his eyes clenched close more tightly. The hand that was tweaking his nipple fell down to his balls, rolling them in his palm. He squeezed them as his tugs gained speed and his movements became more frantic.

“Slow down, Potter, enjoy this.”

Harry groaned in frustration and opened his eyes. “Draco—”

“Malfoy.”

“Malfoy, please.”

“No, Potter. Wank, but slowly.”

“Malfoy – ”

“Slowly.”

Harry groaned but did as he was told. His pace slowed again. The hand on his erection lazily fisted the hard flesh as his hand on his bollocks moved lower. “I want to...”

“Yes,” Draco choked out. He popped the button of his pants and undid the zipper. He slipped his hand into his pants and wrapped it around his erection, groaning at the feel.

Harry swallowed and ran the pad of his finger over his already prepared hole. He slowly slipped his finger into the tight hole, which quivered and stretched at the intrusion. His tugs grew faster again, but this time Draco didn’t say anything. He was too busy tugging on his own erection as he watched Harry wanking to care about how fast he went.

“Add another finger.”

Harry nodded and did as he was told. He slipped another finger in, scissoring his fingers to stretch his hole. His fingers dipped in and out of his entrance, searching, before he arched his back when it grazed over his prostate.

“Merlin!” His hips thrusted, driving his erection into his curled hand before with a groan, he came.

Draco hissed, closed his eyes and let go of his hard and throbbing erection. He deeply swallowed, before standing from the chair. He pushed down his pants to his ankles before reseating himself again. His eyes opened when he felt hands on his thighs. Harry was on his knees and was smiling up at him.

“Mmm, I think I deserve a treat for the little show I gave you,” Harry murmured, a wicked grin plastered on his face.

Request: Bondage, exhibitionism

[(Anonymous)]

Proper tying up. I'd love for it to be Draco who enjoys being tied. Bonus points if he does it as a part of a performance, like maybe in a club.

Request: Glory hole

[(Anonymous)]

The title says it all... bring on some delicious glory hole sex! (whether the boys remain anon or not is up to you)

Now or Never

[(Anonymous)]

Curious, he stares at the hole in the wall, wondering as to its purpose while knowing that he isn't quite that innocent. The hole is about level with his groin, and more than wide enough to accommodate a fist. The words "Try Me!" are sloppily painted above the hole in bold, black ink, dried dribbles lending it an uneasy feel. Surely.... He shakes his head, and doesn't think it possible. Though, this place is rather seedy, and okay, that couple most definitely hadn't just been embracing closely while pressed up against a wall, and alright, maybe the sounds coming from the edges of the dance floor weren't part of his imagination, but the signs leading into the washrooms are innocent enough, aren't they?

He shoves a hand through his hair.

Lowering himself to his knees, he peers through the hole on the stall wall - or at least, attempts to before a hand slams over it and blocks his view, leaving him with nothing more than a brief flash of blond hair. Jerking back, he eyes the palm pressed against the wall on the opposite side, noting that it is smooth and the calluses on it indicate that the owner of said hand must make his living flying. He swallows; a Quidditch player. A fantasy of his, particularly when it comes to one specific person. His knees shake a little as he stands and dusts off his trousers.

The hand pressed against the wall disappears, and a finger pokes through to beckon at him. Throat dry, he fumbles with the fastenings to his jeans for a moment before stepping close to the wall. Breathing deep, and hardly daring to believe he is about to do this, he presses his pelvis forward until it meets the cold metal of the stall and his cock slides through the hole.

A warm hand grasps the base of his cock, thumb smoothing over the underside and rubbing along the vein as the hand squeezes rhythmically. The hand slides down his length, fingers teasing the foreskin and playing around the edges of where the head appears. A shiver shoots down his spine as a finger presses gently against the slit. He rests his cheek against the stall, the chill of the metal a relief on his hot skin. Pressing against the wall, he groans as the fingers slide back up the shaft to fondle his sac, then further behind to press against his perineum. His hips jerk, his legs spread and he presses as far forward as he is able, hands clasping on the top of the stall in a white-knuckled grip. There is a faint chuckle from the other side of the stall, and a ghost of breath before the head of his cock is engulfed in a hot mouth.

"Oh god," he hisses, and bites his lip.

There’s a muffled moan around from around his cock, and the vibrations are felt to the tip of his toes. A tongue flickers around the head and tease the slit, before his cock is swallowed down, the throat relaxed and allowing for him to thrust his hips and fuck that sinful mouth slowly, steadily.

Continued

Tagging/Threesome

[(Anonymous)]

Draco and a man of your choice tag Harry.

Re: Tagging/Threesome

[(Anonymous)]

What does this mean? Is it writing or otherwise marking Harry? Does it mean tag team sex? I googled it but got nothing definitive.

Sounding

[(Anonymous)]

Basically, I just want to see one of the boys sounding the other. I don't care which one.
Just, if there is actual penetrative sex, Bottom!Draco, please? :D

Request: Dry orgasm

[(Anonymous)]

Harry is completely fucked out and spent, and can't possibly go another round. Draco knows he can bring him off one more time.

bottom!Harry, please

Re: Request: Dry orgasm

[(Anonymous)]

“Oh gods, Draco, not again,” Harry gasps, having recovered enough to feel Draco's cock, still hard despite having just come, in his arse.

“Yes, once more, Harry. I know you can do it,” Draco replies in a breathless tone. Harry decides that, despite having had the best sex of his life, being fucked for a sixth time that night is pushing it.

That damned potion had taken them both to their limits. It had all been Draco's idea. It was their first vacation together and they had decided that they would spend the whole day in bed. Draco had then held up that potion, what he said was 'an endurance and stamina enhancer and aphrodisiac all brewed into one' and explained that it would make today the best day of their lives.

Right.

Now Harry is aching and sweaty and sure that he can't possibly come again.

Harry looks up at Draco, the passionate glint in his eyes telling Harry that he must still have the potion coursing through him. Giving in, Harry flops exhaustively back onto his pillows. Whisper-soft kisses are left all down his stomach with an added lick down the length of Harry's -he'll admit it- limp cock and sore bollocks before Draco continues his journey down.

“Oh, fuck,” Harry moans; Draco knows he can't resist a rim job! He makes another swipe at Harry's too sensitive arse, which feels bloody phenomenal, and Harry'd be damned if his prick wasn't trying valiantly to live up to Draco's potion induced standards.

Draco's hand creeps around Harry and strokes him gently right when his tongue pushes in and Harry chokes on a gasp as he feels himself respond. It's amazing, how sensitive he is only increases the pleasure he feels and Draco has always known exactly how to get him the most turned on, even now.

It takes a lot longer than normal, and Harry is sure Draco's jaw is quite sore, but Harry is eventually just as hard and aroused as he'd been when they started.

“You ready, Harry?” asks Draco from somewhere above him but Harry doesn't bother opening his eyes -when had they closed?- to give him an evil look.

“I love you Draco, but if you don't fuck me right now, I swear I'll never forgive you!”

He only hears a chuckle before Draco props himself above him. He feels his cock pushing past loose muscles and they groan in unison, both overwhelmed by pleasure and over-stimulated nerves battering them as Draco fucks him steadily but without any particular rhythm. The bed is a jumbled mess of sheets beneath him and Harry reaches his hands to take hold of Draco's.

Harry doesn't know how long it takes him to finally be brought to that familiar upward spiral of almost there, merlin, so close but Draco knows him well and his slick hand is stroking him before Harry can even lift an arm. With considerable effort, Harry forces his eyes open and sees Draco rocking above him with a look of intense pleasure on his normally elegant face, but he's looking at Harry as if he'd never seen anything so perfect.

Harry cries out suddenly and waves of ecstasy crash over him with little warning, more intense than anything he'd felt today. An eternity later he feels when Draco's pushed over the edge above him, shuddering and groaning, and Harry runs his fingers through that gorgeous blond hair.

After a few moments, Draco lowers himself next to Harry with a weary sigh and Harry finally notices that he isn't any more sticky than he was before the last cleaning charm they had cast.

“Gods, Draco, I literally don't have any come left.” Harry said with an awed note in his voice. The man next to him laughs at Harry and kisses his neck.

“So, did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yes, but I don't think I'll be able to get out of this bed for at least two days. And before you say anything, you pervert, I'm going to be sleeping every minute of them.” Harry states firmly and drags Draco over to curl up with him and falls asleep before he can even finish tangling their fingers together.

Request: Fingering after sex

[(Anonymous)]

Fingering after sex, where the bottom is a stretched out, sloppy, wanton mess. No preference for who tops/bottoms.

pt. 1

[(Anonymous)]

“How are you feeling?” Draco whispers in Harry’s ear. His breath is hot and humid against the shell and Harry hums in contentment, stretching out a little on the bed. He’s on his stomach, his pale, bony legs spread a little and Draco feels himself harden a little when he sees Harry like this.

“Pretty good,” Harry mumbles and presses his face into the pillows. He sighs, relaxing when he feels Draco stroke thin fingers through his hair, stroking the blunt nails down to the nape of his neck. “Feels good,” he grunts.

“Does it now?” Draco murmurs, dragging his nails down Harry’s back, over the knobs of his spine, watching him arch into the touch. He rests his palm on the small of Harry’s back, feeling the warm skin there before sliding the tips of his fingers into the cleft of Harry’s arse.

Harry hardly moves, just says, “What’re you – ” and Draco says, “hush” as he slides one finger easily into his loose, well-fucked entrance. He feels his heart skip a beat when he realizes that it’s not just lube he’s feeling there, it’s his own come, he’s the one that’s slicking up Harry’s insides and oh, isn’t that just a lovely feeling?

Carefully, he pushes in another finger and Harry whines and grinds his hips into the mattress. Draco pulls out his fingers, ignoring Harry’s whine of protest, and pushes his hand under the other man, grinning when he feels Harry’s cock twitch. He shoves his fingers back in his hole, scissoring them and Harry gives an undignified yelp and pushes back against him. “You are so terribly easy,” Draco says, voice very fond.

“Just shut up,” Harry mewls, nearly screaming when Draco drags his finger achingly slow over his prostate. “Just shut up and get me off,” Harry repeats, biting the pillow.

“Again?” Draco asks, all innocence. “I do believe I got you off twice already tonight.” Another touch to Harry’s prostate and he ignores the sob and presses again.

He withdraws his hand and coaxes Harry onto his back, stifles a grin when he sees the dark-haired man almost at full hardness already. Draco bends his head and presses a kiss to the tip of his cock, gives it a tender lick and is rewarded with the bitter taste of pre-come and another sob from Harry. “Oh, Potter,” he sighs, gently rolling and squeezing Harry’s balls in his warm, dry palm. “You’ve no idea the things you do to me when you look like this.” He leans down and kisses Harry again, slow and deep as he pushes two of his slick fingers inside him again, gently curling them and when he looks down, he sees Harry’s cock, full and hard against his belly and the small pool of pre-come gathering there.

He smirks, barely scissoring his fingers and Harry sobs again. He reaches down to grab his cock and gives himself a few tugs, but Draco smacks his hand away. “Oh, no, no, no, that simply will not do,” he says. (But oh, that will be a pleasant memory that he’ll file away – white fingers wrapped around hard red flesh, needy and begging with beads of pre-come at the tip and dribbling down the shaft, and his own cock stirs at the thought.)

Piercings and/or tattoos

[(Anonymous)]

The boys are incredibly turned on by each other’s piercings/tattoos (don’t mind of what kind and where they are located… use your imagination! :D) and love to play with/worship them during sex. I would love if Harry and Draco were in an established relationship.

FILL: Tattoo

[(Anonymous)]

Short, but here it goes (I feel dumb to be saying this, but the last word is supposed to be in italics *rolls eyes*):

“Who do you belong to?”

Draco slowly dragged his tongue along the length of Harry’s cock. “You,” he whispered, licking a trail of precum from his lips. He continued to worship Harry’s cock, wrapping his lips around the sensitive head and sucking lightly.

“Show me,” Harry commanded.

Draco looked up at his boyfriend, whose eyes were hooded with arousal. “But you’ve just seen it.”

“Show me,” Harry repeated. “Get on the bed.”

Almost reluctantly, Draco did as he was told. He had been having quite a good time getting Harry off with his mouth, but when his boyfriend got possessive like this, he couldn’t help but obey. He pushed his pert arse into the air, showing Harry the thing he’d been lusting after for the past three weeks.

“It’s beautiful,” Harry said breathlessly, trailing his fingers down Draco’s spine, stopping right above the crack of his arse. There it was. The letters HP, etched into Draco’s skin with ink, to be there forever. “Isn’t it?”

Draco purred in agreement, and gasped when he felt Harry’s lips pressing against the tattoo. The skin was almost healed, but still sensitive.

Harry’s tongue left a wet trail on his lower back as it moved down and disappeared in between Draco’s arse cheeks. Soon the tip was pushing inside, wetting him and loosening him, preparing for what was about to come.

When Harry finally entered Draco, he kept his eyes on the tattoo the whole time, only one thought occupying his mind.

Mine.

request: possessive Draco

[(Anonymous)]

Basically... Draco is so possessive of Harry that, to keep away unwanted suitors he sometimes uses a butt plug to keep his semen inside Harry when they go out.

FILL: i'd be under the sea 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

The trick is—the trick always is—keeping Harry still long enough after to get him plugged. Harry is a cuddler, which shouldn’t be such a surprise, and he likes it best on top, when he can have that moment of glorious stretch sinking down onto the erection he’s just slicked with hands and mouth and spells. Draco likes that, too, because Harry’s eyes always close as he slips down that last half-inch and for a moment, it feels like Draco has this all to himself, Harry Potter more vulnerable than anyone else has ever seen him and doing it for Draco, but Draco likes it all, really, every single thing they’ve done, up to and including that time he coaxed Harry into the skirts.

There’s just something about knowing he has this sort of control, that he’s the one Harry comes to when Harry needs to let go, that he’s the only one Harry trusts like this, that gets Draco off like nothing else ever has.

And when he takes Harry’s cuddling and Harry’s fondness for riding him into account, plugging him up properly becomes nearly impossible.

He’s fortunate he’s found the spell and learned to use it before his mind’s come back to him, because oh, those first few months were so much messier than they needed to be, Harry trying to crawl off him and get curled up the way he enjoys after while Draco’d been so busy trying to keep his cock up Harry’s arse, a temporary plug while he’d fumbled with the other.

The spell doesn’t stop things but it does slow things down; Draco’s in no way willing to risk an incident that might require medical advice for a secret he doesn’t want to divulge. So his come doesn’t magically hold itself in Harry’s arse, merely creeps-drips much slower than it should, and Draco has the sweet satisfaction of the wet sounds it makes as the thick black plug pushes it back up into him.

Harry’s asked a few times what that’s about, why Draco only wants to do this sometimes and only ever when they’re going out somewhere, and so far, Draco’s put him off, called it a wicked, kinky game he thinks they’d both enjoy.

It won’t hold Harry forever, he already knows it won’t, because Harry’s always been so curious about the things Draco really wants to hide, and someday, Draco’s going to run out of ways to put him off asking without also putting him off the plug.

Someday, Draco’s going to have to explain how it feels to have every eye in a room on him, judging him unworthy, writing him off, how sometimes that’s only tolerable because he knows what they don’t. How Harry looks when he’s sleeping, the way his hand curls up by his face and how sometimes, he makes these little sounds, sweet and soft, when he dreams. How Harry tastes, the tang of his arse when Draco curls and probes there, the distinctly musky taste of his cock, Mugwort and Bristleweed and something else he can’t name, ale and meat and smoke and Harry when Draco sucks his tongue in a dark corner while they’re out. How Harry feels writhing beneath him or squirming on his lap, the solid heat of him when they hug and all that restrained strength trembling for him when Draco slides the plug in.

Draco knows all that—and more besides, how Harry shakes his quill out absently before he inks it up, the way Christmas makes him quiet but never quite like Halloween does, never quite like the end of spring—because Draco’s there to see it, permanently planted in Harry’s life now, and if they can’t have rings or vows or anything like proper wizards should, Draco’s going to have to stake his claim some other way.

Can’t suck marks on Harry’s body without being called a vampire by the press if they’re seen; can’t hold hands and make swoony eyes at each other because that’s not how either of them are. Certainly can’t prove how very familiar he is with Harry’s body while they’re out in public, because three citations for that are quite enough, thanks.

So Draco keeps his secrets—how much Harry means and maybe why he stays—and tells himself it’s all right if people stare, if people think him unworthy of the hero they think Harry is, because Draco knows things they never will.

And sometimes, when they’re out somewhere and Harry shifts his hips a little, the look Harry gives him says maybe Harry knows him, back.

Voyeurism.

[(Anonymous)]

H/D have no idea they're being watched by Snape. Top!Harry.

Re: Voyeurism.

[(Anonymous)]

They're on his desk, damn it. His! Did they really think they could get away with this? Of course. They're both just that full of themselves. Well, if truth be told, Malfoy is quite full of Potter right now, as well.

But it's still his. Damn. Desk.

If anyone should have his cock buried into a pert arse on that desk, well, it should be him.

Severus stands in the shadows near the door to his classroom and watches for another minute… two. His cock swells as darker skinned hips pound into a pale arse, and he wonders which of these eighteen-year-old boys he would choose if given that choice.

Draco is delectable, no doubt, and those noises spilling from his lips? Delicious. Potter? Oh, Potter certainly wouldn't top if Severus had him. He'd splay himself as wantonly across the desk as Malfoy was now. Push his hips up invitingly….

Severus watches for another minute… two. Perhaps a bit of punishment is in order. He clears his throat and steps out of the shadows just as Draco comes.

Sex toys.

[(Anonymous)]

Harry buys loads of sex toys to try out on Draco.

Pony-play.

[(Anonymous)]

Pony-play. Harry just wants to take a ride on Draco.

Cross-dressing/feminisation.

[(Anonymous)]

7th/8th year. Harry wins a bet against Draco. And his prize? Draco as a schoolgirl.

Fill pt.1

[(Anonymous)]

Draco stared at the bundle in his hands, surprised. “You want me to do what?”

Potter smirked, and Draco wanted to smack that smug look off his face. “You lost the bet, Malfoy, and now you pay the price. Put on the clothes.”

“I thought you were joking! Don’t you have an ounce of Gryffindor chivalry?”

“Did I have any chivalry when I killed Voldemort?”

Draco winced; not only because the prat said The Dark Lord’s name, but also how said Lord was killed. It was quite Slytherin: waiting until The Dark Lord was alone and had his back turned before uttering the killing curse.

He never thought Perfect Potter had it in him, but now staring at Potter, who had his arms crossed, brow raised and his eyes glowing with power, Draco knew he had no choice but to obey. “Fine, but I’m not changing in front of you.”

*continued*

Exhibitionism/public sex.

[(Anonymous)]

Ron and Hermione don't 'get' Harry and Draco's relationship. Harry is determined to show them just how happy he and Draco are. So he and a reluctant Draco put on a show for Ron and Hermione.

Re: Exhibitionism/public sex.

[(Anonymous)]

OMG this! *wants*

Dub-con.

[(Anonymous)]

Harry blackmails Draco into having sex with him. Dub-con.

Re: Dub-con.

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!!!

Request: Watersports

[(Anonymous)]

Draco indulges Harry in one of his most secret fantasies: Harry wants to feel the heat of Draco's piss splashing over his skin and the stench of it soaking into his clothing.

Bonus points if this happens in a semi-public place (i.e. in a back alley).

FILL: Watersports

[(Anonymous)]

“You really are a sick boy, aren’t you Potter?”

Harry’s eyes met Draco’s as he looked up, lightly stroking his own cock through the fabric of his pants. He look quite out of it, sprawled out in the corner of the nightclub’s men’s room. If anyone else were to walk in they might think he was drunk, but Draco knew that alcohol only played a small part. Harry had been drinking a little bit but was far from drunk. He was, however, going insane with lust because Draco was finally about to make his dirtiest fantasy come true.

“Tell me what you want, Potter.”

Harry licked his lips and squeezed his cock. Just the idea of what Draco was about to do had gotten him fully hard already. “I want you to piss on me,” he breathed, his voice practically a moan. “All over me. I want to be dirty.”

“Even dirtier than you already are?” Draco started to undo the zipper of his pants, and pulled out his half hard cock. Harry’s mouth watered at the sight of it. “And you don’t care that anyone could walk in here and see you for the dirty slut that you are, soaked with my piss? In fact...you like that idea, don’t you?”

Harry just moaned. It was enough of a reply for Draco. He wrapped one hand around his cock, aiming it at the man sitting on the floor.

At first there was a only a trickle, but soon the trickle turned into a full blown stream. When it hit the side of Harry’s face his eyes shot open, amazed at the sensation. He opened his mouth and tested the flavour on his tongue before letting the liquid spill over his lips. “Do you want me to soak your clothes?” Draco knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Harry. “Do you want to stink like a filthy whore walking out of here?” Harry nodded. “Say it.”

“Yes. Please...” Harry pleaded.

Draco aimed the stream of piss at Harry’s body now, soaking the tight T-shirt and jeans he was wearing. Harry closed his eyes in ecstasy when the clothes started to cling to his body, warm and completely drenched with Draco’s urine.

When the stream turned into a trickle once more and then stopped completely, Draco took a good look at Harry. Filthy was the only word that described what he looked like. The outline of his erection was now clearly visible in his skin tight, soaked jeans.

Harry gasped in surprise when Draco straddled him and kissed him passionately, vaguely tasting himself on Harry’s lips. He didn’t care that he was getting himself dirty as well. All he wanted was to fuck Harry right there, whether it was in a puddle of his own piss or not.

bestiality

[(Anonymous)]

wolfsbane!werewolf OR wolf!animagus bestiality, Draco POV
bottom!Draco, wolf!Harry, Draco has no idea it's Harry until afterward

bonus points and SO MUCH LOVE for any of the following:

* Harry fighting off another suitor before claiming his prize
* dub-con at first with Draco loving it in spite of himself
* very vocal Draco begging shamelessly - for more, or for it to stop, or both
* knotting
* rimming

pleeeeeeease!

veela in heat + animagus

[(Anonymous)]

Draco's a veela in heat who's been hiding it, though sloppily. Harry figures out Malfoy is "up to something" and spies on him in animagus form. He sniffs out Draco's problem and takes advantage, not realizing that he's effectively bound them together as mates. 8th year preferred. Bestiality is cool but not required.

imperius

[(Anonymous)]

8th year. Draco was Imperiused a few too many times during the war, leaving him with very little resistance to a strong will. Some students take advantage and use Draco as their own personal sex toy. Harry finds out and takes Draco under his protection, telling himself it's for Draco's own good. He tells Draco this often enough that Draco believes it too.

Re: imperius

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded like woah.

Draco in a dress.

[(Anonymous)]

Harry loves to see Draco in a little black dress and strappy stiletto heels... But he especially loves getting Draco OUT of his dress. Though not necessarily the heels.

(Androgynous!Draco - think Andrej Pejic.)

FILL: Draco in a dress (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

I would just like to say that I just saw 'Draco in a dress' and 'androgynous Draco' and started writing. I didn't even see the part about the heels, so that's a complete coincidence (although it might not be focused on that as much as it should be).

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“As much as I love doing this for you, you don’t make a very good conversation partner when I’m dressed like this,” Draco said with a smile as he took a sip of his red wine.

Harry realized he had been staring, but he wasn’t ashamed. How could he not stare? Even the way Draco drank his wine was fascinating to watch, his slender fingers with red painted nails holding the stem of the glass and his equally red lips leaving smudges behind on the rim. “You do know that when we get home, I’m going to tear that dress off you and fuck you, right?” Under the table, he ran a hand up Draco’s smooth, exposed thigh.

He knew it had been a bad idea to take Draco out like this. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, on the contrary. But he was finding it exceedingly difficult to keep his hands off him, and he feared that if they’d stay in the restaurant for too long, he’d fuck him right there and then.

While the little black dress that Draco was wearing that night was on the verge of being too short for such a fancy establishment, he looked not only sexy, but sophisticated as well. He was wearing his long hair loose, because that was the way Harry liked it. It never ceased to amaze Harry how easily his boyfriend passed for a girl. Some people even managed to mistake him for a girl while he was dressed in his regular clothing, but they would hastily apologize when they realized he was in fact a man.

This was different. He noticed the lustful and jealous stares from other men, and it was an incredible turn on to be the only one to know the truth about Draco, and what he was hiding underneath his dress.

Thankfully, they had already gotten to their dessert. “I would hope so,” Draco said, licking the crème brûlée off his spoon. “But as much as I would like to talk about all the dirty things we could do at home, that wouldn’t be very ladylike.” He smiled sweetly at Harry.

Harry watched the blond orally please the spoon for a while longer, until he finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Let’s go home.”

Draco blinked. “But I haven’t finished my dessert yet...”

“Draco,” Harry said urgently. Under the table, he grabbed his hand and put it on his crotch.

“Ohh,” Draco said with a grin as he lightly massaged Harry’s growing erection. “That is a problem indeed. We should go home at once and take care of that.” He leaned in over the table and kissed Harry briefly. “Don’t forget to pay, though.”

“I won’t.” But Harry didn’t feel like waiting, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out what he knew was way too much money. He put it on the table. “That should cover it. Let’s go.” He didn’t care much about being rude as he walked out the door with Draco next to him. They would probably never go back to this place. Fancy restaurants weren’t really their thing, especially not Harry’s, but the idea of taking his cross-dressing boyfriend to such a place had caused him to make an exception.

“Why aren’t we apparating?” Draco asked, heels clicking on the street. They didn’t live too far away from the restaurant, but they usually apparated whenever they could.

Harry suddenly halted and pulled Draco close, kissing him deeply. “Because I love to watch you walk,” he whispered.

Draco shook his head and chuckled. “You’re crazy.” But when they resumed walking and Harry purposely lingered behind Draco a little bit, he remembered why he loved to watch Draco so much. The stiletto heels he was wearing were incredibly high, and yet he walked in them like a professional. His long legs were a sensation to watch, not to mention his swaying hips and arse.

Draco looked over his shoulder. “We’re never going to get home like this, you know.”

*continued*

Dom!Harry.

[(Anonymous)]

Really really dom!Harry and Draco who loves it when he's like that.

Foursome/sloppy seconds.

[(Anonymous)]

Harry loves to watch other men have sex with Draco and then have sex with him right after. He asks Remus and Sirius to have fun with Draco while he watches.

Re: Foursome/sloppy seconds.

[(Anonymous)]

Second this so much!

Time-travel/first-time.

[(Anonymous)]

40 year old Harry time travels back to the past by accident. He meets 18 year-old Draco and takes his virginity.

Re: Time-travel/first-time.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm on this! :)