Drabbles

Draco Malfoy was a bluffer. It was easy, really.

All it took was learning the first page of a few hard songs and people assumed he could play full concertos. 

Or mastering a few obscure phrases and suddenly he was fluent in French. Or pick a strategic position focused entirely on the pursuit of a notoriously tricky-to-see ball, and suddenly he was a Quidditch star.  

He’d subsided on a shallow mastery of a broad range of topics so when he’d boasted to the lads about how far he’d gone with the handsome Ravenclaw and Theo had called his bluff (with a rather enticing offer to repeat the act), he wasn’t sure what to do but roll with it. Sure, he’d never actually been fucked but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be. 

He did. Rather desperately. 

But he’d never lose face which was how he found himself getting a rather deep mastery of yet another topic. He knew enough about the act to know he needed to prepare himself for it — physically — and after sharing a dorm with Theo for the better half of a decade, he knew what he was up against — physically — so had sent a hasty owl off with strict instructions to return at once; sod waiting for the morning post.

He’d put it in the next morning before breakfast, a hasty lubrication charm and a tiny bit of his Black family madness the only things needed for him to suddenly have quite a full arse. He’d breathed through it, hands propped on either side of the sink and head hanging as he tried to accommodate.

But it felt good.

He had half a mind to skip breakfast just to see what it would feel like to remove it, then put it back in – to see he could make his body do. But skipping breakfast would mean questions as to his whereabouts, and as Blaise had seen him slip into the loo minutes earlier, he knew he couldn’t wave it off with a simple ‘having a lie-in’.

So he’d gone down to breakfast and begun his day of suffering. The plug was comfortable enough for walking and sitting – assuming ‘comfortable’ was suddenly synonymous with steadily arousing. Looking at Theo across the Potions classroom while he brought out his implements and imagining that the pressure inside him was his friend’s cock was so unbearably sexy that Draco had to swiftly adjust his robes lest he give the classroom an eyeful.

The rest of the day was terrible and by the time they’d gotten up from the dinner table, he was practically trembling with unspent desire. 

They’d agreed to meet at the common room before going off somewhere private while everyone else was still socializing. Theo, keen as ever, dragged him off straight away, leading him to one of the many disused rooms down in the dungeons. He closed and locked the door, then leaned against it as he appraised Draco. 

“You’ve been off all day,” he said, blue eyes glinting. “No quips, no taunts. Longbottom dropped an entire dish of pumpkin soup down himself at dinner and you didn’t even laugh. What’s gotten into you?”

Draco huffed a laugh at the rather accurate turn of phrase. “Longbottom chopped a snake’s head off last year, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Theo raised a brow at the weak rejoinder.

Draco shifted back to lean in what he hoped would be a casually sexy manner against the edge of a desk but misjudged the height. The edge bumped the decorative knob of the plug and, unable to stop it, he moaned.

The friction inside him was delicious; he felt like he’d been edged for hours for how much that singular motion wrecked him. 

Theo’s eyes turned sharp, like a pointer picking up a scent. 

“Draco,” he began, tone curling and confidential. “Something to share?”

Draco sought for his cool confidence or even his brash arrogance, any sort of mantle would do in the place of simply melting into a puddle at Theo’s feet. 

“I don’t know, Nott,” he replied, pleased to hear his voice held just as much taunt as he’d hoped. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

Theo cocked his head, observing Draco with a slow drag of his tongue across his bottom lip. Draco, touch-starved and desperately turned on, had to look away before he made a proper fool of himself.

But shifting to inspect the far wall ended up being the wrong idea because he’d hardly turned before he felt the warmth of Theo behind him. It made his knees weak, to feel the heat of another person there and know that soon his body wouldn’t only be his.

Theo crowded him against the desk, hands sliding up to find their home on Draco’s ribs and mouth gusting hot against the back of Draco’s neck. The feel of it sent goosebumps pricking all along Draco’s body.

Theo tightened his fingers on Draco’s ribs to hold him still and then brought his hips in close, giving Draco a slow, deliberately-provoking grind right against his arse. The motion bumped the plug again and Draco’s knees really did shake then.

“You’re such a fucking liar,” Theo chuckled and the sound sent a pang of white-hot lust through Draco. “You’ve been suffering all day, haven’t you?”

“Theo.” It came out less commanding than he’d hoped, and Theo chuckled again. 

“Don’t lie to me now, Draco.” Theo kept his cock pressed close but leaned his chest back. Even without being able to see, Draco had a sense that he was being closely examined. “Ever had anything inside you before this?”

Salazar spare him. 

“No.” 

Theo hummed a low sound of understanding and ran his finger up the bumps of Draco’s spine. Draco shuddered violently against the light touch.

“So what, you thought I wouldn’t prepare you?”

It really hadn’t occurred to Draco to be anything less than proficient and the concept of letting his guard down enough to allow someone else in was a bit novel.

“Oh,” he said.

“Mmm.” Theo’s nose followed the path his finger had, making Draco a little breathless. “I actually rather like the preparation portion. Such a naughty boy for skipping ahead.”

“You can still–” Draco choked on the next word as Theo’s tongue made the pilgrimage next. “Merlin.”

“I can still…?” Theo prompted, his mouth beside Draco’s ear and the words hushed.

“Anything.” Draco reached back, hand finding Theo’s side and then slipping around to hold him close. “Whatever you want.” 

“Hmm.” Theo allowed himself to be held and slid his hands around Draco, splaying them over his abdomen so that the lower almost reached Draco’s trousers. “And you won’t lie to me? You’ll tell me the truth when I ask you something?”

What a novel, novel concept. 

“Yes.”

“Okay then.” 

Theo’s hands slid lower, sweeping down Draco’s groin until one was working his trousers open and the other had found his cock over the material. Draco bucked forward into Theo’s confident grip, sweat building at the back of his neck.

“Oh fuck.”

Theo bit lightly on the side of Draco’s neck at the curse and then flicked his tongue gently over the mark. 

“You’re going to come soon,” Theo informed him, like it was a given (it was), “with that in you. And then I’m going to work it out, slowly. And then I’m going to fuck you until you’re ready to come again. And then you’re going to come on my cock.” 

Draco had to squeeze his eyes shut before he accidentally got started crossing things off that list. 

“How does that sound? And remember, no lying now.” 

Sod the illusion of competency – Draco was more than happy to be a novice if it meant he’d have Theo there showing him the meaning of mastery. 

“Please, Theo.” 

Another warm sound of approval heralded the warm weight of Theo’s palm low on his abdomen.

“Mmm. Okay then.”

Theo’s hand slipped into his trousers.

Draco took a moment to enjoy the warmth and pressure of Theo’s hand around his cock before he lost control of his thoughts. After that, it was just a low buzz of pleasure and a half-muffled keening which, he realized belatedly, was coming from him. 

Theo was curled around him, his chest a solid presence against Draco’s back, and for some reason the intimacy of that hold drove Draco right to the edge. Unbidden, his hips bucked forward into Theo’s fist and when, on the retreat back, his arse pressed back against Theo’s cock and bumped the plug, the simulation of being fucked sent Draco careening over. 

He made a garbled sound, something that might’ve been Theo’s name or a swear but which came out with as much finesse and control as the sudden pulses of come, which is to say, not much.  

Theo laughed a short, breathless sound, hand slowing but not stopping as he worked Draco through it, the sound of his fist more and more obscene as the wetness under it increased.

“Merlin, Draco. You really were gagging for it.”

Draco braced himself with hands on the desk, feeling weak-limbed and flushed. “Salazar. That was…”

He couldn’t put it into words. 

Theo hadn’t done anything extraordinary — in terms of the act itself — but the intensity of the orgasm had been on a whole new level. Draco had felt himself come, something he’d never experienced before, and it had made the pleasure all the more potent.

Theo kissed him behind the ear, extracting his hand from Draco’s pants enough to push them and his trousers down. The cool air made goosebumps prickle anew but Draco relished them. He let Theo work his shirt open and then off, uncaring that he was now standing naked in the dungeons while Theo was fully clothed. 

“Now,” Theo mused, “are you going to be honest with me if I ask you some questions?”

Draco huffed a laugh, still finding his breath. “I said I would be.”

“That was before you came.” Theo ran a hand up the newly-bared skin of Draco’s back, thumb stroking the knobs of his spine and then pressing into the muscles just center of his shoulder blade. “People will say anything when they’re desperate, or so I’ve found.”

“Just ask.” Draco licked his lips, eyes unfocused on the wood grain of the table in front of him as his attention remained riveted on Theo’s hand.

“Alright.” Theo squeezed the firm muscle at the crook of Draco’s neck and Draco melted a little further. “Have you actually ever been with another man before? Or has it all been bluster?”

Draco swallowed the impulse to embellish his experience. “I’ve exchanged handjobs. And a blowjob once,” he admitted. 

“Oh? Giving or receiving?”

“I got it.”

Theo snorted like he wasn’t surprised, which really, he shouldn’t have been. 

“Poor bloke. Did you give him anything in return?” 

“I–” Theo’s hand had begun a descent journey, the touch sending a cascading shudder down his body. “I wanked him. And kissed him.”

“What a lucky boy.” 

Draco scoffed at the dryly amused tone. “Sure.” 

Theo danced his fingers lightly over the back of Draco’s ribs and then rotated his wrist so he could grab a handful of arsecheek. Draco tightened his jaw at the possessiveness in that touch, especially when coupled with Theo’s lips on his shoulder. 

“Can I see it?”

The question was low, private and confidential, and the pitch of it sent shivers all through Draco. Dazed, he could only nod. Theo kissed the back of his neck, and then the knob of his spine,  and then carried on down, following the path his hand had carved. 

When he dropped to his knees behind him, Draco sucked in a breath and then held it when Theo palmed his arse with both hands, squeezing each cheek appreciatively. 

If he’d felt examined before, it was nothing to the heavy pause that followed.

And then Theo groaned. 

“Salazar’s tits, you have no idea what this is doing to me.” 

Draco laughed out his exhale, flattered. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Fuck. Can I kiss you?”

His heart was pounding but he nodded. “Yes. Please.” 

How many times had he imagined Theo’s lips on his? Countless. But when he felt the premonitory gust of warmth which meant Theo’s mouth was near to his skin, it wasn’t on his lips. The hot lick of Theo’s tongue around the knob of the plug tore a groan from Draco’s chest, one that Theo answered with a pleased hum. 

“Oh Merlin, Theo.” 

Theo’s tongue mapped the circumference and then slid lower, making its way toward Draco’s balls. It fluttered there, just behind them against a spot only Draco had ever explored, while his fingers closed around the plug and slowly began to tug.

The sensation of it on his still-coming-down system made Draco’s breath catch and when Theo grazed a particularly evocative spot inside Draco on the way out, his cock twitched. The plug dropped to the floor a moment later and then Theo’s head was shifting again, looking.

“So fucking sexy,” Theo murmured and then his tongue was back, sweeping broad, wet stripes over Draco’s arse with an enthusiasm that had Draco sinking his teeth into his bottom lip and his eyes drifting shut. 

“Shouldn’t be so hot,” Draco mumbled, eyes still shut. “You shouldn’t enjoy that.”

He could feel Theo’s bemused laughter. “And yet.” 

His tongue swirled again and then flicked, like an obscene mimicry of Wingardium Leviosa. Indeed, a part of Draco began to levitate again.

Theo rose, dropping an errant kiss here and there to Draco’s skin as he got his feet under him. 

“Still with me?” he asked and Draco nodded without hesitation.

“Yes. Definitely.”

Theo’s hands busied themselves behind Draco’s low back, the motions suggesting the opening of a belt and the undoing of a fly. The sound of Theo’s clothes hitting the stone floor made Draco want to turn around, to get a good look at Theo’s body, at his chest and thighs and cock. But before he gathered the motor functions necessary to perform the action, Theo was stepping close again. 

“Want it like this?” he asked and again, all Draco could do was nod. “Alright. I’ll go slow.”

Draco almost told him not to bother – that fast had worked for him before; that the suddenness of the stretch, the mind-clearing mix of pain-pleasure, had only added to his enjoyment – but then Theo pressed his covertly-lubricated cockhead against his arse and all other thoughts instantly evaporated. With a little pressure, Theo slid in past the rim and they groaned out twin sounds of anguish. 

“Fuck, you feel good.” Theo held still, hands tracing distracting patterns on Draco’s hips. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

The next press nudged against the cluster of sensation inside Draco, the touch simultaneously liquifying him and solidifying him. 

“Oh shit, Theo.” His hands curled into fists on the table before he forced them flat again; he suspected he’d need the support.

“Good?” Theo slid a hand around to brace against Draco’s abs and in doing so, bumped into the newly-lofty head of Draco’s cock. “Fuck, you’re already hard again?”

“Believe it or not,” Draco replied dryly, “but I’ve been thinking about this for a bit. Sort of…extremely into it, for some reason.”

“You said you wouldn’t lie to me, so I’m going to believe it.” He could hear Theo’s smile in his voice. 

Draco laughed. “Bastard.”

“Mmm, probably.” 

“More,” Draco breathed, when Theo paused. 

Theo pressed forward again, the motion drawing out another low groan from both of them, and then with a final little nudge, he sank in to the hilt. 

Draco relished it with eyes squeezed tightly shut. It burned, the potency of the sensation blazing through nerve endings he’d never felt before. He felt fully turned on – sexually and synaptically.

Theo’s exhale was slow and cool against Draco’s shoulder, one hand flexing on Draco’s hip and then sliding up to grip his waist, the other sinking to curl around Draco’s cock. He gave it a steadying squeeze, the pressure soothing and inflaming all at once, and then slowly pulled his hips back before sliding back deep. Draco’s eyes rolled back, the satisfaction and raw bliss of being fucked – by Theo, in particular – momentarily overwhelming.

“Your first cock.” Theo’s voice had finally gone a little strained. “How does it feel?”

“Yeah.” Draco inhaled shallowly. “Yeah, it’s…”

Theo slowed, hands gentling. “You okay?”

Draco nodded, a bit manically. “Yeah. Yes. Just…trying to…savor it.”

Theo hummed a low, knowing sound. “You like it, hmm?”

“Might do.” Draco’s jaw went slack at the next pull-and-press. “N-not sure. Help me find out?”

“Aren’t you lovely when you’re being honest.” Theo’s voice was warm, pleased and teasing. The touch of his lips matched it when they found the flushed skin of Draco’s neck. “Anything else you want to tell me?”

It appeared that sex was akin to Veritaserum to Draco because the next words felt pulled from him without him consciously having allowed them to escape. 

“I want you to kiss me. P-properly.” He lost his breath with the next thrust. 

They weren’t particularly damning words except that they spoke to the secret reason he’d been so very eager to accept Theo’s offer (beyond wanting to maintain his confident persona). It was a secret he’d liked to have kept to himself for a bit longer — despite the fact that his long-held crush was currently balls deep in him — but it seemed the time for revelations was upon him. 

“Yeah?” Theo’s voice was deep, the rhythm of his hips steady and solid. He let go of Draco’s cock to card his fingers through the back of Draco’s hair, making a fist when he reached the longer locks at his crown. “Come on then.”

He used his grip to turn Draco’s head, his nose brushing Draco’s cheek before colliding with the side of Draco’s. They shared a ragged breath and then Theo closed the distance, lips pressing against Draco’s with a surety that made Draco’s heart stall. 

He opened at the first touch of Theo’s tongue and the hot slide of it into his mouth sparked a new urgency within him. 

He had imagined this moment so, so many times and so it was no effort at all to send a hand back to tangle his fingers in Theo’s hair and use the leverage to take control of the kiss, slanting their mouths together and working their tongues from his mouth into Theo’s. Theo grunted, hips striking with greater enthusiasm. 

Draco smirked against Theo’s mouth, pleased with himself, and Theo groaned. Draco kissed him again, tugging a little more insistently on Theo’s hair. 

“You get my arse,” he told him lowly, “but I get your mouth.”

“Fuck.” Theo panted and Draco nipped at his bottom lip, tongue flicking again and then sliding back into Theo’s mouth. He felt the moment that Theo lost control of himself, his lips going slack and his breath turning ragged. 

“Fuck, I—Merlin, can I—?”

“Anywhere you like,” Draco murmured and then held on for dear life as Theo rumbled out a sound and pounded into him before holding deep and groaning out his orgasm. 

Draco savored it, even though it made him feel wet in a way he’d never experienced before. But knowing he’d made Theo come sooner than he’d intended to was well worth the odd sensation. His cock throbbed at the thought of all that hot cum inside him and when Theo carefully pulled out and he felt a bit drip, he nearly tumbled over the edge untouched. 

“Fuck, that was…” Theo heaved in a lungful. “It’s unfair how sexy that was.”

Pride swelled in Draco’s chest. “Yeah?”

“Unfair.” Theo repeated, forehead dropping to Draco’s shoulder and then tilted so he could flick his tongue over his skin. Draco shuddered, so turned on that he suspected it wouldn’t take much at all to finish him off. 

Theo dragged his hands up to Draco’s shoulders for a quick squeeze and then he was kissing his way down again. 

“Theo—” Draco began but then Theo’s hands were holding him open and his tongue was sliding back over his arse, the touch absolutely electric. 

A low whine escaped him which morphed into a full-on moan when Theo reached between his legs to find his cock and give him a firm squeeze. 

“Where do you want my mouth?” Theo asked, giving Draco a lick and then a pump of his fist to indicate the options. 

Draco could hardly choose. Was both an option? 

He bit back a wild laugh at the concept that he was seriously considering choosing Theo licking his arsehole over sucking his cock. The thought solidified his choice: he wanted to look into Theo’s eyes when he came. 

“Cock,” he said.

“Mmm.” Theo gave him a final little swirl with the point of his tongue and then leaned over to bite at the muscle of Draco’s bum, making Draco jerk forward with a broken laugh. 

Theo turned him with hands on his hips, pressing him back against the edge of the table. Considering Draco had done nothing but stand still and take it (rather adeptly, for a novice, he thought) it seemed silly how loose-limbed and sweaty he was. He felt flushed all over and the absolutely scorching look Theo was giving him, especially while sitting on his heels in front of him, was only making him burn hotter. 

Theo rose up just enough to lick at the tip of Draco’s cock in a playful mirror of what he’d done before and Draco lost his next thought to the ether. He dared to tangle his fingers back in Theo’s hair, twisting his fingers through the soft curls in the way he’d thought about doing so many times. 

“Anything you want to tell me?” Theo murmured, eyes glinting with amusement and something dangerously close to affection. 

Yes, thought Draco, but nothing that I’m going to.  

“You look good on your knees?” he offered, a small truth in lieu of the big one, biting his lip to quell his grin at Theo’s unimpressed expression. He gave Draco another teasing lick and then sat back again, waiting. 

“Suck my cock?” Draco tried next, then added, “Please,” in case Theo was waiting for good manners. 

He got another lick and the barest hint of a suck over his slit. He clenched his jaw at the bolt of pleasure, and then harder in frustration when Theo sat back again. 

“Ah, I…I don’t know,” he groaned. “What do you want me to say?”

“This gonna be a one time thing?” Theo prompted, his voice low. “Or are you going to admit you like me?”

Draco hissed in a breath when Theo paired the outrageous comment with a proper, good suck. 

“Fuck that’s—oh, come back.” Draco tried to get deeper but Theo held him back with a strong hand on his pelvis.  

“Hmm?” Theo hummed an encouraging sound, those blue eyes fixed unblinkingly on Draco. 

“This is extortion,” Draco complained half-heartedly. But the truth was bursting out of him anyway and so he relented, the confession hot and heavy on his tongue. He said it fast, so it would be done. 

“Yes, you fucking twat. I like you.”

Theo grinned. “Excellent.” And then, with a quick lick of his lips, swallowed Draco’s cock. 

Draco yelped, hand fisting in Theo’s hair and balls pulling up tight at the sudden, overwhelming warmth and pressure. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Theo. Oh—”

Theo bobbed, sucking hard and wet, and Draco came with a strangled sound. Theo’s responding groan was deeply satisfied, working Draco through it with lazy drags and a soft tug to his balls. 

“In case it wasn’t already evident,” Theo drawled, eyes warm when they found Draco’s, “I like you too. Despite the fact that you are also a fucking twat.”

Draco pretended to look offended but the charade was too effortful in his current blissed-out state and anyway, he’d begun to realize that the truth was better with Theo, anyway. 

And so he smiled.