Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: The Devious, the Opportunistic and the Shagged
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2400
Status: Complete
Summary: Harry and Draco are roommates in denial. And Draco gets to wear cowboy clothes. Yes, this is my summary.
Warning: COWBOY!DRACO! Also, a lame excuse to write a cowboy!Draco. *is not sorry* Possesive!toppy!Harry
Note: Written for awdt's prompt — Silk scarves, massage oil, whisky, a feather and a hat.

ETA: heathen_ursidae, who is made of pure awesome and win — HAS BEEN INSPIRED!

Check out the drool-worthy art: Bound Cowboy!Draco! (full-frontal, NWS)

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You know how I always have Harry randomly tied to something and then Draco comes along and they shag? Right. This is TOTTALY different.

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The Devious, the Opportunistic and the Shagged

 

Harry took another sip of whiskey, humming contently as he did so. Today was a good day. He finished his work early, and now he hoped to have a relaxing evening.

Taking off his tie and outer robe, he made his way towards the poolroom. That room was Harry's refuge. It was far enough from his roommate's bedroom, meaning that once there, Harry was likely not to hear any sounds coming from Draco Malfoy's too loud mouth.

Because, you see, Draco Malfoy was a screamer. That was something that Harry learned just a couple of days after Draco had moved in with him. An endless string of boyfriends frequented their shared apartment, and made Draco moan loudly all through the night while Harry was forced to listen and fume. Not even Silencing Spells that Harry had cast on Draco's bedroom door could completely conquer the raunchy sounds.

To say that Harry was jealous of all those idiots would be a huge understatement. He was so jealous he was unable to hide it. Not that hiding his feelings had ever been his strong point. He had insinuated to Draco that he would very much like to be the one that made him scream every night, but Draco had refused Harry's advances. Even worse, he had a tendency to run away every time Harry wanted to discuss the matter anew. That hurt. Most especially because Harry had suspected that Draco returned the feelings, but when confronted, Draco had laughed the whole thing off, saying they shouldn't do something stupid to jeopardize their tentative friendship.

That was actually a sensible philosophy, except Harry hadn't planned to do something stupid. He wanted Draco permanently beside him. If Draco would agree to be with him, Harry would have never let him go.

Harry hadn't given up. Draco's last boyfriend was a complete arse, and Harry knew for a fact that the bastard was only interested in Draco's money. Harry had no intention of standing back this time and let Draco be exploited by a ruthless idiot. He had already made a plan that would help him get rid off the undeserving boyfriend and win the prize.

Harry opened the door and stepped inside the poolroom. Except ... it wasn't a poolroom anymore. Harry looked around, amazed and impressed. The whole room had been transfigured, and now looked like it fell out of a western movie.

There was a long pine bar on one side, and behind it, there were many shelves full of Muggle drinks. Low wooden tables and sturdy chairs furnished the room, and a plethora of knickknacks, plates, bowls, and vases that looked stolen from a random movie set, decorated the walls and cabinets that stood along them.

If Harry didn't know better he would have concluded he just entered a saloon.

However amazing the whole set up was, it wasn't the saloon itself that captured Harry's undivided attention. Harry's gaze fell hungrily at the room's only occupant.

Draco Malfoy stood by the rickety staircase, both of his hands tied high to the railing with long silken scarves. He wore a black cowboy hat (with a feather, no less) and a studded choker adorned his pale neck. A ranger belt was wrapped around his slender waist, slung low and threatening to slip past his hips, and knee-high Buckaroo boots with multi-coloured stitching completed the image. Of course, other that these items, Draco wore nothing else.

Harry walked closer, tying not to drool. Draco's skin was covered with an oily sheen that made his whole body glisten in the lowly candlelight. He looked positively lickable. Even more than usually.

"Draco?" Harry asked tentatively.

Draco was staring at the floor and had not looked up when spoken to. Harry could make out blond hair and red cheeks beneath the hat.

"Harry," Draco greeted as though they met in the living room under normal circumstances. "Do you mind untying me?" he added through clenched teeth.

"Actually, I think I do," Harry blurted, coming very close to the naked blond, and nearly toppling over a table as he crossed the room with a couple of long strides. "What happened?"

Draco huffed. "Idiot."

"Me?"

"No, not you! My ex-boyfriend! He's a delusional liar!" Draco snapped, squirming, and trying to get loose.

"What did he do?" Harry asked quietly.

"Well," Draco shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and lifted his head to look at Harry, his silver eyes troubled. "We were role-playing ..."

"Obviously."

"This was his idea!" Draco said quickly. "Perverted bastard. And well, he got pissed all of a sudden, and told me I cried out a wrong name at some point." Draco frowned. "I'm sure he's lying. I did no such thing! But then he just turned around and left. And left me like this. Bastard." Draco emphasized once more.

"Wrong name?" Harry prompted. "Whose?"

"What does it matter?" Draco looked away, his cheeks colouring a deeper red.

Harry's heart leaped in his chest. "Whose name, Draco? Who is it that you want?"

"Untie me!" Draco yelled, still looking away.

Harry pursed his lips. This wouldn't do, Draco would have to tell him. Harry reached up and plucked the feather from Draco's hat.

Draco stared at the feather in disbelief. "What are you doing?"

"Whose name?" Harry asked again, dragging the feather lightly over Draco's stomach, just above the belt. Draco laughed involuntarily and tried to squirm away.

"Stop it!" he ordered and then whined as Harry continued to tease the sensitive skin, marvelling at the play of muscles that contracted as Draco laughed and thrashed. "Harry!" Draco screamed as Harry raised the feather and tickled the underside of Draco's bound arms. "Harry! Harry! I said Harry!"

Harry stopped and bit his lip. "Really?"

Draco was breathing heavily, eying the feather in concern. "It could happen to anyone. Larry, Harry it's easy to get confused."

"Your boyfriend's name is Josh," Harry pointed out.

"Oh." Draco frowned. "I knew that. Put down the feather!"

Harry obeyed, tossing the feather away. "So what was he doing when you said Harry?" Harry whispered, grabbing Draco's chin to make him look up.

"We were just kissing."

"Kissing. Does that mean you want me to kiss you?" Harry leaned in to brush his lips against Draco's, restraining himself with difficulty from deepening the kiss.

"I really don't remember saying your name," Draco said weakly.

"But do you want me to kiss you?" Harry pressed his lips to the softness of Draco's mouth.

Draco shivered and then nodded, closing his eyes.

Harry needed no further encouragement. He grabbed the back of Draco's head and tipped him back, making the hat fall to the floor. He then proceeded to ravish Draco's mouth, eager the wipe the taste of another man from them. Draco whimpered, bucking wildly, his belt and arousal rubbing harshly against Harry's body. Harry placed one hand on the small of Draco's back, enjoying the slippery feel of Draco's well oiled skin that smelled of sandalwood.

Harry lowered his lips to nibble on the delectable skin of Draco's neck. He wriggled his tongue beneath the choker and at the same time grabbed Draco's arse. It was difficult to maintain his grip on the hard mounds because his hands kept slipping away.

"Harry, stop!" Draco cried out suddenly.

Harry managed not to growl his frustration. He separated his lips from the delicious skin and looked at Draco, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because. We shouldn't," Draco squirmed and Harry relented, moving his hands way from Draco's perfect arse and stepping back. He noted that his shirt was very, very greasy, but he hardly cared.

"Why not?" Harry argued. "You clearly want me as much as I want you." Harry looked at Draco's burgeoning erection pointedly.

"We just shouldn't. Could we have this conversation when I'm not tied down?" Draco asked irritably.

"No. You keep running away and avoiding the subject. We'll clear this thing now."

Draco huffed and puffed and stomped with his pretty boots. "I said I don't want to start anything with you. I just ... I don't want to ruin what we have. Harry," Draco raised his tortured gaze and looked at Harry pleadingly. "You are the only constant in my life. I don't want to lose that."

Harry found it hard to draw a proper breath. "You won't lose me. How could dating me make you lose me?"

"If you haven't noticed, Harry, all of my boyfriends leave eventually."

"I won't leave ..."

"No, well, obviously, you were in this apartment first, so you'll just kick me out. One day you'll conclude I'm too much of a hassle, and I'll annoy you silly. And I'll lose not just a lover but a friend." Draco stuck out his bottom lips and glared.

"Draco," Harry grabbed Draco's cheeks in his hands and looked at him closely. "I already know you're a handful and you annoy me constantly, but I'm not leaving."

"You're just saying that," Draco whispered.

"No, I mean it. I promise, you'll always be my friend, no matter what. But this is doing us more harm than good. We want each other."

Draco was quiet for awhile and then he asked quietly, "You promise?"

"I promise," Harry confirmed quickly. "You can trust me. You know that."

"Untie me."

Harry sighed in defeat, and took out his wand, waving at the binds. This silk fell to the floor and pooled around Draco's boots. Harry was barely given a moment to sulk, before Draco grabbed him and captured his lips into a mind-blowing kiss. Harry moaned in Draco's mouth, pulling the blond closer.

Draco tore his mouth away and panted, "If you leave me, I'll get my horse, hunt you down, and hang you on the town's square."

Harry grinned. "First you'll have to whip me publicly."

The corner of Draco's mouth twisted into a smirk. "Kinky, are you?"

"You don't know the half of it," Harry promised, and then grabbed Draco's upper thighs and turned them so he could push the blond onto a wooden table. Draco's eyes darkened as he lay down willingly, spreading his legs and lifting his boots high in the air, exposing himself completely in shameless offering.

Harry growled at the image, looking around for the bottle of massage oil used to slick Draco's skin. He found it on a table nearby and miraculously managed to simultaneously uncap the vial and free his aching hardness. He coated his fingers with the sweet-smelling substance and then placed one hand on Draco's thigh, pushing two slick fingers inside Draco's arse.

Draco moaned, "Never mind that. Just fuck me."

Harry ignored him, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. He could hardly believe that this was happening — he wanted it for so long. He watched, entranced, as Draco writhed and clenched around the fingers inside him, wantonly spreading his legs even wider.

"Harry, please," Draco begged, grabbing his cock and stroking himself, not taking his gaze away from Harry.

Harry couldn't resist the pleas any longer. He pulled out his fingers and slicked his cock, then lowered his trousers down to his thighs, and pressed the head of his prick to Draco's entrance. Catching Draco's gaze and holding it, he slowly pushed inside, savouring the moment. Draco groaned and shuddered, clenching impossibly tight, making Harry moan at the exquisite feeling.

Harry leaned in carefully, until he ended up in a hunched position with Draco's legs on his shoulders, and Draco's boots digging into his shirt-protected skin. Marvelling at the feeling of being so deep inside Draco, Harry pulled out almost completely and then pushed back in, slowly but smoothly.

Draco screamed.

Ah yes! That was what Harry wanted to hear. He repeated the movement, sliding out and then burying his cock, balls deep, in Draco's body.

Draco cried out continuously, his vocabulary limited to Harry's name, an occasional fuck and many shouts for more. As Harry picked up speed, his balls tightening and whole body aching, Draco's screams turned into a steady litany of Ah-sounds. Forgetting to tease and go slow, Harry pounded Draco's arse mercilessly, his ears full of wet slapping sounds his balls made each time they hit Draco's skin. Harry shivered, temporarily losing touch with reality as he came hard into Draco's clenching hole.

When Harry opened his eyes, Draco was still panting, but much more quietly. The blond's stomach was covered with come, the pearly liquid was even splattered on the fancy belt still around his hips. Harry pulled out carefully, and spread Draco's legs so he could lean down and lick Draco's come from the pale stomach.

Draco shivered as Harry hummed in pleasure, savouring the taste of the man he loved. He licked Draco clean, finishing the task with a final, long swipe of his tongue at the cold black belt — a move that earned him another twitch of Draco's spent cock.

"You like this set-up too much," Draco accused with an affectionate smile.

Harry licked his lips. "Quite a bit," he confessed. Well, he liked it a lot actually. Enough to ask Josh to set it up for him as well as pretend to get angry at Draco's made up slip of tongue. Harry liked his plan very much. He knew that this was a good day. Greedy ex-boyfriend would get a nice sum of Galleons for cooperating, and Harry had gotten a chance to sort things out with Draco, without the blond running away, as well as making him confess that he wanted Harry all along.

Draco lowered his legs and sat up on the table. "Well, maybe we should keep this room then. But right now, I think we should move this to the bedroom?"

Harry nodded happily as Draco Summoned his hat and placed it back on his head. He stood up and moved to the door, tossing a last look at Harry over his shoulder. "Come on, Harry. I think I'd like to go for a ride."

Looking at Draco's arse until it disappeared behind the door, Harry hurried to assure. "I have just the thing you could ride!" he said happily as he rushed out of the saloon after his newly acquired cowboy.

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Fin

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