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A Strange Choice of Underwear - R - Harry/Draco [story time | 10:09 am]
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Title: A Strange Choice of Underwear
Author: sympathetic_ink
Rating: R
Summary: Draco is just a little uncomfortable.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and other trademarks are © by JK Rowling, Little Literacy Agency, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Arthur A. Levine, & Warner Brothers. No profit is being made, it's all good clean fun. Really.

A Strange Choice of Underwear

- for zed_adams -

... "Ow! Potter!"

"But Malfoy..."

"No!" Slap. "Don't touch it!"


"Get away from me!"


"Don't stick out your bottom lip like that. You look like your constipated."


"Don't frown like that, it makes you look like a really ugly pug."

"I'm only trying to take off your underwear." An injured tone.

"It took me fucking ages to get it on. Leave it the fuck alone!"

"So how am I supposed to--"

"Touch it through the underwear, idiot!"

"But it hurts."

"I know it does so get on with it, Potter." Impatient.

"No, Malfoy. I mean it hurts me. The points cut into my hands." A palm full of small dents was raised.

There's only one point you should be concerning yourself with." Authoritative.

Two sets of eyes looked down at the jewel encrusted erection.

"Just get on with it, Potter."

Leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

A sigh. A hand fingered the waistband, closed eyes and . . .



Draco wriggled uncomfortably.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Panicked.

"I've. Got. A. Wedgie." Pained.

Silent mirth.


A foot lashed out and connected sharply.

"Ow! That was my glasses you bastard!"

"Serves you right." Grumpily.

Blind fumbling.

"What are you doing now, idiot."

"Looking for my glasses."

"Where you're going . . . you won't need them."

A suggestive roll of the hips.

Raised eyebrows.

Searching fingers in cold jewels.

"Oh, Harry."

"Ah, its 'Harry' now is it, Draco?"

A strangled gasp.


"Mor--" strangled. "--onnnn."

"I'm not the one wearing the million-pound jewel-encrusted underwear.

"Fuck--" throttled. "--me."

A smirk.

"Your wish is my command."

- finished -

[User Picture]From: smegma_j
07:58 am (UTC)
jewel incrusted underwear? lol, kinky
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