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Draco stepped into the muggle lingerie shop keeping his head down just in case there was someone he knew there. The twenty two year old walked to the back where the men’s lingerie was at.
“Can I help you find something?” A young woman asked.
Draco startled at her voice but looked up to give her a nod.
“I’m looking for something I can wear underneath tight uniforms, something that will make me feel pretty.” The man said. The woman nodded a few times as she studied him; he was tall; nearly one hundred eighty eight centimeters (6 ft 2 in), with a lithe body.
“I believe we have the perfect piece for you, come with me.” She said, beckoning for Draco to follow her.
Draco followed the woman to an area in the back, sectioned off by a beaded curtain. Lingerie of every style and color was hung on racks in the middle and the walls were filled with every type of sex toy you could imagine.
“These pieces are designed to fit any gender and body build. The material is stretchy but extremely flattering.” The woman said. She reached for a body suit that looked like it was made with loose knit stitches around most of the piece and tighter stitches around the breast area and the groin. The woman held it up for Draco to see and showed him how stretchy the material was.
“Will this fit under spandex or will it be too bulky?” Draco asked as he took the item from her so he could inspect it.
“I’ve personally never tried but I did have a client wear it under a ballet leotard and it was barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.”
“Perfect, is there anywhere I could try it on?” Draco asked.
“Yes, we have fitting rooms on the right side of the building. They are not locked so feel free to use them whenever.” The woman said.
“Thank you.” Draco said with a smile.
The blonde took the body suit to one of the fitting rooms and removed his suit trousers, and black shirt. He pulled on the body suit and turned to the full length mirror on the wall. The black lingerie stretched across his muscled chest and perfectly followed the curve of his body, accentuating his trim waist. He still had his boxers on but he could imagine what it would look like without them and he grinned at his reflection.
Growing up he’d never been allowed to be himself; as the only heir of the Malfoy family he was expected to follow the pure blood values and he was forced to follow a very rigid routine and structure and keep up the image of the pure blood brat. As a teenager he was expected to follow the Dark Lord and he never had the chance to really figure out who he was. Now, four years after the war, Draco had discovered what he liked and who he was; he was still very much the pure blood brat but not in the same way he’d been when he was younger.
Draco admired his reflection in the mirror for a moment longer before he carefully removed the body suit and replaced his own clothes. He took the suit up to the cashier and handed the woman there the necessary bills to pay for the lingerie. The woman took the bills and placed the body suit into a plain black bag before wishing him a good day. Draco smiled at the woman and bid her a good day as well.
The first time Draco got the chance to wear the outfit was during a Quidditch match; Puddlemere versus Magpies. The blonde pulled his Quidditch kit over the lingerie; he unlocked the stall he’d been changing in and walked out to the rest of his team, men and women were talking about their chances of winning today’s match.
“I think we have an excellent chance unless they put Potter in.” Victoria said. “The Magpies are unbeatable when Potter plays.”
“I can beat Potter easily.” Draco said confidently.
“No offense, Dray. But you couldn’t even beat him when we were at Hogwarts, how do you plan on beating him now?” Blaise asked.
Draco turned to his best friend and gave him a smirk.
“Easy, I have the fastest fly time. My smaller frame allows me to move faster and easier than Potter can with the extra muscle he’s built up.” Draco said.
“You would know, you spend a fair amount of time watching Potter fly.” Alexander said.
“He’s my rival, I need to study his moves in order to beat him.” Draco countered.
“Yeah, that’s the reason you watch Potter.” Blaise laughed.
Draco’s cheeks flamed and he glared at his friend. Rather than responding to the taunt, Draco turned away from his team to grab his broom and head out of the locker rooms. He strutted proudly into the stadium; he held his head high, exuding confidence. He walked to the center of the field where Harry Potter was already standing with his broom in his hand.
“Pottah.” Draco spat. The blonde eyed Harry, taking in the Magpies new uniforms. The entire kit was pulled tight across Harry’s body showing every muscle the man had. His eyes moved further down and the sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat. Harry’s trousers were just as tight as the rest of his kit, showing the bulge of his cock between thick, muscled thighs.
“Malfoy.” Harry replied. The deep timbre of his voice forced Draco’s attention back to his face and away from the bulge that Draco desperately wanted to see all of. “Are you ready to lose again?”
“Puddlemere is undefeated this season. We aren’t going to lose.” Draco growled.
“The Magpies are also undefeated yet again.” Harry replied with a smirk. “And you have yet to prove you’re good enough to best me.”
“We’ll see, Potter.” Draco snapped.
“Save it for the match boys.” The referee said as she stepped up to the two seekers. She released the snitch and the bludger then blew her whistle and threw the Quaffle into the air. Both teams shot off the ground and Draco flew up above everyone to the right side of the pitch; this area gave him a perfect position to watch his team play, watch the other team’s seeker, and watch for the snitch all at the same time.
Harry wasn’t far from him; the brunette was slowly circling the center of the pitch; his eyes were darting all over the place as he searched for the little golden ball that would end the game.
Draco watched the man for a moment, admiring how natural he looked on his broom and the way his muscles moved when he turned or dove. After a few minutes Draco forced himself to look away and focus on the game.
For the next two hours, Draco circled the pitch, searching for the snitch. He spotted it near the edge of the stands and he turned his broom in the direction he’d seen it before taking off. Harry noticed Draco’s sudden movement and was soon next to him; the men flew neck and neck for a minute but Draco leaned forward, urging his broom to move faster. He used his speed and smaller frame to his advantage, weaving in and out of other players. Harry stayed a few paces behind him, not quite fast enough to keep up with Draco.
The snitch suddenly changed direction, dropping towards the field below them and Harry didn’t hesitate to follow in a risky dive straight towards the ground. Draco dropped also but at a much slower rate, not wanting to risk falling too fast and not being able to pull up in time before hitting the ground.
“Harry Potter’s caught the snitch!” The announcer yelled. “The Magpies win!”
Loud cheers erupted from the stands and Draco dropped to the ground angrily. He stormed towards the locker rooms, grumbling under his breath the whole time. He knew his team would just apparate home after a loss; he expected to have the locker rooms to himself for a while so when he heard feet running up behind him he startled and turned, ready to fight.
“Good game Malfoy.” Harry said, jogging to catch up with Draco.
Draco turned back around and stomped into the locker rooms, completely ignoring Harry. Harry jogged a little faster until he fell into place on the blondes right.
“Hey, you did great. You had a great chance of winning.” Harry said.
“I would have won if you didn’t somehow cheat!” Draco snarled rounding on Harry.
“Cheat?” Harry questioned. “How in Merlin’s name did I cheat?”
“I don’t bloody know!” Draco exclaimed. “But there is no way that you are that good at Quidditch. You have never lost a match unless there was something else going on. So I think you’re cheating.”
“I am not fucking cheating you arsehole.” Harry snapped. He shoved Draco’s chest, making the taller man stumble backwards. Draco straightened himself out and swung at Harry. His fist connected with Harry’s jaw, but before he could feel the satisfaction of landing a punch on his rival, Draco found himself with his back against the wall behind him and Harry’s muscled body pressed against his.
“You wanna try that again?” Harry growled.
Heat flooded Draco’s body at the sound of Harry’s voice and the feel of the man pressed against him. He felt a shiver run through him, and he looked down at Harry’s face. For a moment neither of them moved, both of them breathing heavily from their proximity, then, before Draco could talk himself out of it, the blonde surged forward, pressing his lips to Harry’s in a desperate kiss.
Harry made a sound of surprise, his eyes widened and for a second, he didn’t move. When his brain finally caught up with the situation, the brunette started kissing back. One of Harry’s large hands tangled in Draco’s hair while the other one made quick work of Draco’s Quidditch kit, letting the leathers drop to the ground. Harry slid his hands down Draco’s back, expecting bare skin but when they brushed against a soft material he stepped back. A look of awe spread across Harry’s face as he stared at Draco. The man looked beautiful in the woven black body suit.
“Fuck Malfoy.” Harry breathed out. He brought his hands back up to thumb at Draco’s nipples through the soft fabric. Draco’s breath hitched at the soft touch and Harry watched as his pupils dilated with arousal. Harry stepped back into Draco’s space and kissed him, shoving his tongue into the blonde’s mouth. Draco let out a groan at that and tried to take control of the kiss only for Harry to growl and press himself closer to the blonde.
“I want to fuck you so bad right now.” Harry said. “You look fucking amazing.”
“Then fuck me, Potter.” Draco sassed.
Harry growled again and shoved three fingers into Draco’s mouth, easily shutting him up.
“Get them soaked baby.” Harry rasped.
Draco sucked on the fingers in his mouth; he ran his tongue around them getting them thoroughly soaked. Harry pulled his fingers from Draco’s mouth and kissed him again while he slipped one wet finger between Draco’s cheeks, pressing it against the tight, furled opening. Draco squirmed slightly at the feeling.
“You’re being so good for me right now.” Harry said. He pushed a little more against Draco’s hole and his finger slid passed the first ring of muscle. A gasping moan fell from Draco’s lips and he pushed back on Harry’s finger.
“Fuck, Potter.” Draco moaned. “More please.”
Harry grinned at the blonde and slid a second finger into his ass; he spread them, stretching the opening and getting Draco ready for his cock. Moans and whines fell from Draco’s mouth, making Harry impossibly harder.
“Turn around.” Harry growled after a moment.
Draco turned around and bent over, pressing his chest to the wall and pushing his ass out. Harry muttered a lubrication spell, coated his cock in the viscous liquid, and pushed aside the fabric hiding Draco’s hole from view. Without any warning, Harry pushed his thick cock into Draco’s body until his hips were flush with the blondes ass.
“Merlin you are tight Malfoy.” Harry groaned. He ran his hands up and down Draco’s back a few times, letting them both adjust to the feeling before using his left hand to push Draco down, keeping his chest against the wall, and the other hand gripped tightly on the blonde’s hip, keeping his ass where Harry wanted it.
Harry began thrusting roughly into the blonde; he reveled in the moans and whines that echoed around the locker room and he made it his mission to get Malfoy to make more of those delicious noises.
Harry changed his angle slightly, being sure to nail Draco’s prostate with every thrust in.
“Oh fuck!” Draco called out. “Do that again.”
Harry kept up the rough thrusts; his cock slammed into Draco’s prostate, abusing the bundle of nerves and making Draco moan louder than before.
The blonde’s hand scrambled for purchase on the brick wall as he was overcome with sensation. His entire body felt like it was on fire and Draco never wanted it to end. A familiar heat pooled in the pit of his stomach as his orgasm quickly approached and before he could do anything, Draco tensed and shot his release all over the wall and the floor in front of him. Harry didn’t slow down; he fucked Draco through his orgasm even when the blonde started to whimper from overstimulation.
“You are taking me so well sweetheart.” Harry panted out.
Harry’s breaths came out harsh and loud, especially as he got closer to orgasm. He pulled out and gripped the base of his cock, stopping his impending release.
“Turn around, on your knees.” Harry rasped.
Draco complied and dropped to his knees in front of the brunette. Harry quickly stroked his cock, bringing himself to orgasm and shooting sticky white stripes over Draco’s face with a groan. Harry let go of his cock and yanked Draco up to kiss him roughly.
“We are definitely going to have to do that again.” Draco said
Harry hummed and moved his mouth down to Draco’s neck, sucking a mark there that would be difficult to hide.