Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Draco's Ticklish Torture

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: dustycottonball (on ao3)

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Draco woke up from his nap, feeling sated. It was rare to have this kind of opportunity to get a lie-in, what with having an energetic 3 year old around him at all times. It didn't help that his husband, Harry, had been off catching Dark wizards for the past week. Draco had finally gotten a well-deserved afternoon nap after feeding his son and tucking him into bed.

Draco made to rub his eyes, only to realise that his wrists and ankles were bound to the bedposts by silk ribbons. Momentarily panicked, he struggled in his bonds; even though they were just silk ribbons, there was no give. It must be held up by magic. Draco's first thought was that Harry had come home, but he listened carefully and all seemed to be quiet.

"Harry?" he called. There was no answer.

"Harry?" he called again.

Finally, the bedroom door opened and Harry's messy head stuck in. "You called, love?" Harry asked, eyes dancing with mirth as he took in his husband tied up to the bed.

"You didn't wake me up," Draco pouted, then added "Why am I tied to the bed?"

"You were in such a deep sleep when I got home, and I couldn't bear to wake you up. I thought we'd have some fun together," he replied.

"What about James?" Draco asked.

"I brought him to the Burrow," Harry said.

"Oh..." Draco smirked. "Well, care to explain why I'm all tied up here?"

It was then that Harry's green eyes darkened with lust and something else Draco couldn't place his finger on. It almost looked...maniacal.

"Draco, do you remember what happened before I left for the stakeout?"

Draco frowned. "No, that was a week ago, what, is this just an excuse to tie me up like that?"

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Don't try to act coy, Malfoy. Seems you remember it just fine," he said, seeing the realisation dawn on his husband's face.

Draco laughed. "That was all in good fun, Harry," he teased.

"Well, I think you need a taste of your own medicine, Draco," Harry imitated Draco's tone of voice. He leaned down to kiss Draco possessively. Then, Harry wandlessly summoned a blindfold to cover Draco's eyes and vanished the blond's clothes at the same time.

"Harry, what..?" Draco trailed off, unable to see anything with the blindfold.

"Tell me your safe word if you want to stop, love" Harry reminded him gently. Then, out of nowhere, "Rictusempra!"

"Harry!!" Draco squealed, unable to help himself as he felt a ticklish sensation on his foot. Whatever Harry was doing, he was using some sort of feather to stroke his arches and in between his toes. It was unlike anything Draco experienced before. In the past, his ex-boyfriend used to tickle him lightly, and he wasn't restrained or anything, but this time round he was totally helpless. Draco tried to kick out at Harry or the feathers. Whatever it was, he needed the tickling to stop.

But Harry did not stop. "Accio feathers," he heard Harry summoning more feathers, goodness knows how many of them, and the tickling commenced on his other foot.

Draco thought there were more than 10 feathers on his feet, taking turns to stroke in between his toes and some more on his arches, which he didnt realise were so sensitive. He cried out with laughter, body thrashing against his bonds. This was worse than any punishment Harry had come up with so far. He'd rather get spanked 100 times compared to this! This was torture!