𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

Single Chapter

Title: Itch
Author: VelvetBlood
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco is getting married. But before he does that, he has this annoying little itch he simply must scratch.

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As a rule, two things were generally true about public lifts; the carpet was hideous and the music sucked. The carpet in this lift was actually quite tasteful and as a mercy there was no bland music playing in the background, just the muted hum of the pulley system as it carried the car higher and higher.

Draco's wrist itched and he reached down to tug on the thin band circling it for the fifth time. Beside him, Blaise glanced at him out of the corner of his eye to let him know that he'd noticed. Draco scowled and let his fingers slip out from under the garishly pink leather.

"I still don't know why it has to be pink," he mumbled.

"Because you're a prissy, girly little sub, that's why." Blaise answered.

Draco glared at him but didn't try to deny it. He'd chosen his role in tonight's activities before knowing how they went about advertising in this place. Even if he had known the damn bracelet would be pink he would probably still be standing here complaining about it.

This was Blaise's idea of a wedding gift. Draco was marrying Pansy Parkinson in three weeks and in lieu of a traditional stag party, Blaise had decided that Draco's final night of bachelorhood should lean more toward the unconventional after a making a discovery behind a false back in the very bottom shelf of Draco's armoire. While searching through Draco's personal effects for porn to get an idea of what kind of witch should be hired for the typical festivities, Blaise stumbled upon something Draco had managed to keep a secret for several years.

Draco later found him sprawled on his chaise sofa, dangling the magazine between his thumb and forefinger with a dangerous smirk on his face. He still wasn't sure exactly what feeble excuse he had blurted out in his panicked state, but Blaise cut him off with a gesture.

"Relax," he told him. "I just wish you'd told me about this sooner. As it is, you're going to be married in a few weeks, which is exactly enough time to indulge before condemning yourself to a lifetime of boring, unsatisfying sex."

Blaise set the magazine down and came forward to hand Draco a small business card with the words: By invitation only.

"It's up to you. If this is just a fantasy, something extreme to wank to, then I'll hire a stripper and we'll never speak of it again. But if you want to know whether or not this is something that you really want, meet me at my place Saturday night, 10 o'clock. And wear something... appropriate."

And so Draco found himself here, now, wearing fishnet stockings, come-fuck-me boots, black lace hot pants and a green corset. He bought it years ago in a fit of wild daring after darting into a lingerie shop while on vacation with Pansy. The salesgirl had noticed his nervous demeanor, how he kept glancing at the windows of the shop, and had her house elf deliver the package directly to the very back of Draco's closet at Malfoy Manor. The corset was an underbust design that ended just above his ribcage and displayed his pink nipples over the top. It was laced tightly, thanks to Blaise, and curved Draco's waist into a indecent homage of femininity. Draco fidgeted, his feet already hurting in the ridiculously trashy boots, his shaved thighs rubbing together under the lattice of the fishnet. He felt exposed, vulgar and unspeakably sexual in the outfit.

It was a fantasy he'd had since puberty. One he'd wanked to hundreds of times, always producing the most intense orgasms. He wanted to be a whore. A pretty, passive fuck toy for a man's pleasure. He wanted to be taken roughly, rode hard and used mercilessly.

He swallowed at the thought of it coming true in just a few moments. He still didn't know if this was truly what he wanted or as Blaise had said, just something sordid that he liked to wank to when the old standbys weren't getting the job done. But he wanted to try. He wanted to taste it and see if it really was what he'd been craving all of these years or if it would just remain a fantasy in the back of his mind.