bottom_draco

Title: French Twist
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Blaise/Draco
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Author Notes: This is totally plotless smut, but Draco’s in a French maid’s uniform, which I feel is fair compensation.
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“You’re not wearing the fishnets.” Blaise noted with disappointment.

“I’m wearing a skirt, Blaise. That’s as far as I’m delving into the world of women’s fashion.” Draco said with a scowl. Blaise held out a leather riding crop and lifted the fluffy layers of lace that made up the skirt.

“Well, you’ve got the lacy black knickers on, so I guess I can settle.”

“Is the riding crop really necessary?” Draco asked, smoothing the skirt back down.

“No, I just think it’s sort of hot. Besides, you lost the bet mate, so don‘t question.” He slapped the riding crop lightly against his thigh. “Now come and sit in master’s lap.” Draco rolled his eyes, but obeyed. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling terribly vulnerable with his naked thighs.

“Yes, wiggle around like that. It’s quite nice.” Blaise said, eyeing his bare, white legs. Draco shivered as one of his hands slid up under the skirt. “My, my, Draco. I had no idea you liked drag so much.” He chuckled, rubbing at his lace-clad erection. Draco gritted his teeth and willed himself not to buck up into the Blaise’s touch.

Blaise grasped his thigh and pulled him to lay on top of him, crushing their bodies together. He put his hands on Draco’s shoulders and nudged him down. Draco slid down, his heart pounding and his fingers trembling as he pulled blaise’s pants off.

He flicked his tongue out, licking a slow, hot path up Blaise’s cock before taking the head into his mouth.

“Don’t be a prick tease, Draco, just do it.” The words were harsh, but his voice lacked conviction. He curled his fingers in Draco’s feather-soft hair, pushing him down further until his nose was buried in the dark-brown curls at the base of his erection.

Blaise thrust his hips up and tipped his head back, lashes fluttering. “Oh, God, you’ve got a nice mouth,” He moaned. He could feel his release building quickly, and he pushed Draco off even as he attempted to follow, pushing his hips up mindlessly toward him.

“What?” Draco asked, lips slick, eyes glittering in the dim light of the Slytherin common room.

“”Bring the ottoman over here in front of the armchair.” Blaise stroked himself idly as he watched Draco complete the task. “Now bend over and put your hands on it and knees in the chair.” Blaise got to his knees in the chair behind him and slid his hand down Draco’s thigh, enjoying the shiver it got. He placed his fingertips at Draco’s mouth. “Co eon and suck them, darling. I know you love having me in your mouth.” He whispered, grinding his erection against his backside, nothing but a thin layer of lace between them. Draco sucked his fingers into his mouth, letting his eyes fall shut.

Blaise hooked his fingers under the waistband of the underpants and gave a sharp tug, grinning when they ripped cleanly away. “I told you tear-away knickers was a good investment.” He said. He reached around and rubbed the pad of his thumb over the head of Draco’s weeping cock. Draco released the digits, a clear indication that he was ready to be taken, and Blaise did not intend to make him wait.

He slid two slick fingers into him, angling carefully. Draco whimpered as his fingers brushed his prostate. Blaise worked his fingers in and out, becoming more and more excited with each pleading noise the fair boy in front of him made.

“Blaise,” Draco moaned when he pulled away. He leaned forward, resting his head on the ottoman, his hips swaying. “Don’t fuck around today, please.”

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous, or I would make you beg for it.”

“In your bloody dreams.” Blaise rolled his eyes and grasped Draco’s slim hips, sliding in minutely. Draco lifted his head from the ottoman, pushing back against him with a relieved sigh.

Blaise fucked him in long, firm strokes, and Draco had to bite his lip to keep from crying out, When Blaise grasped his painfully hard cock, he came with a frantic sob. Blaise came soon after, biting the soft, ivory skin of Draco’s shoulder. They collapsed together.

“Draco?” Blaise whispered eventually, reaching up to smooth the other boy’s hair.

“Hmm?”

“There’s still twenty minutes before everyone else gets back from Hogsmede. Go and clean my room, okay?” When all he got in return was a derisive snort, he didn’t really mind.