Just so we’re clear.” Harry says as the door closes. Draco’s hands pause over his buttons.
“Yes?”
“I can do anything in public so long as it doesn’t out us.” Harry says. “To anyone who doesn’t already know, anyway.”
“Correct.” Draco says, continuing to undress. “And that includes making sure I’m not too worked up that I’ll come in my pants.”
“I got you to do that a couple times, huh.” Harry smirks. Draco rolls his eyes. “Right, so then, toys, aura, knickers, all that’s fine.”
“So long as it doesn’t out us.” Draco nods. His robes fall to the floor in a heap, and he steps over the pile. His bare arms wrap around Harry’s middle. “Thank you for doing this.”
“It’s really no great burden to keep you as sexually frustrated as possible for a week.” Harry points out, tipping his head up to look into Draco’s eyes. “One might even describe it as fun.”
“I’ll probably get snippy.” Draco says distractedly, brushing his lips against Harry’s. “And I’ll be useless if you have any questions about your homework.”
“Homework can burn in hell.”
Draco laughs, leaning his forehead against Harry’s, shutting his eyes.
“I- I love… I love that you’re willing to do this for me.”
His hands lowering to cup Draco’s pants-clad arse, Harry buries his face in the side of Draco’s neck, kissing and nipping at it.
“Anything for you, bunny.”
At that, Draco lets his head tilt back, and Harry shoves Draco’s pants down.
“Feels like it’s been forever since we’ve had time to do this.”
“Yeah.” Draco gasps out. Harry bites his earlobe. “ Oh fuck I’m going to lose my mind this week, I’m already itching to come.”
Harry has to break away to laugh, which makes Draco scowl.
“Bun, you’re going to combust.”
With a frustrated whine, Draco slumps on the bed.
“Go sit in front of my chair and wait for me.” Harry directs, loosening his tie. Draco obeys.
After stripping, Harry opens the bedside table drawer, which holds exactly what he’d hoped it would. He grabs one item, leaving the rest for later.
Sitting in his chair, Draco between his legs, Harry sets the small, pink glass plug on his thigh. Draco’s eyes widen slightly.
“Oh.” He says.
The mere sight of it has put him in bunnyspace, and Harry grins and nudges the base of the plug with his finger.
“Want me to put that inside you?” Harry asks softly.
Draco lets out a trembling breath through his mouth, blinking several times. He hasn’t looked away from the plug.
“Hm?”
“In your arse, bunny.”
Draco looks up at Harry, pouting.
“You don’t want it in your arse?” Harry asks with a frown.
Biting his lip, Draco shakes his head.
“Okay. Why don’t you go lay on the bed.” Harry says, taking the plug back and masking his disappointment. They had talked about butt plugs before, but Draco hasn’t tried any yet.
