Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Caged

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: manixzen ( on ao3)

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Draco stood, naked, legs shoulder-width apart with his hands laced behind his neck. As he waited for Harry, his cock thickened, which was going to only make the task more difficult. Draco couldn't help it, though. Anticipation, excitement, and even a little trepidation were coursing through his veins. After much discussion and spending their long weekend allowing Draco to slowly acclimate to the new device, they were finally branching out—taking a part of this side of their relationship into their daily lives.

A few minutes later, Harry walked in, his Auror robes swishing behind him and doing nothing to help Draco's lengthening cock.

While Harry spent his days training new recruits those days instead of doing field work, he still retained his Auror title, which meant still being required to dress in his Auror uniform. Draco often thanked whatever deity designed the crimson robes, knowing that if Harry had it his way, he'd go to work in a t-shirt and worn jeans. And while he knew Harry often changed into more comfortable clothes for intense duel training classes, Draco still got a few minutes every weekday morning and evening getting to watch his husband strut around the house in the fitted robe with brass buttons and buckle shining and the black dragonhide boots gleaming. Draco's cock twitched again.

Harry ignored Draco as he crouched down in front of their wardrobe, opening the top of the three drawers at the base of the furniture. After rummaging through it for a moment, he stood and faced Draco, running his eyes along Draco's lithe frame. Draco forced himself to stay still, eyes forward, even as his skin prickled from the attention. His now half-hard cock bobbed as it thickened a bit more.

"Going to need to get that under control, pet," Harry said, reaching out a finger and tracing along Draco's length, "or I'll need to do it for you."

Draco barely repressed a full-body shiver. "Yes, sir." He tried to think of things that would help soften his still hardening cock—the very large disorganised stack of expense reports from the Department of Magical Games and Sport, the hideous robes Margery wore to work that past week—but nothing worked.

Harry dropped a small box on the bed and then lifted up the object that had Draco more excited than he cared to admit: a small metal cock cage. They'd been working up to Draco wearing it for longer periods of time, even with some built-in spells to protect from chafing and to keep it clean, the catalogue had recommended a period of acclimation. And the time had finally come when Draco would be able to be locked up, only coming out for the occasional cleaning or for Harry's enjoyment.

This was the first time they were taking any part of their D/s relationship outside of the safety of their home or clubs filled with like-minded people, and Draco was practically vibrating with excitement. The idea of wearing it all day—through meetings, while talking to his boss, while completing mundane budget reports—was almost more than Draco could handle.

A bead of pre-come leaked out of the tip of his cock and dripped down his now fully erect cock. Harry tsked and ran a finger along the side of his cock, collecting the pre-come, before bringing it to Draco's mouth.

"Haven't even started, and you're already making a mess," Harry said, holding out his finger for Draco to lick clean.

Draco took Harry's finger in his mouth, using his tongue to ensure it was perfectly clean, and then gave it a suck for good measure.

Harry chuckled. "Okay, pet. No time for that now." He held the cage in front of Draco's face.

"Now, let's go through this again. The cage will normally only unlock with my magic." Harry tapped on the end with his finger and the ring base detached from the cage; he tapped on it again and the two ends reconnected.