alisanne

Title: Oog, Groog, Ugg (or How Harry got to Shag like a Caveman for Hallowe’en)
Author:

alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Harry finds there are advantages to approaching things the way a caveman would.
Word Count: 1575
Genre: Erotica, romance, fluff.
Warnings: See genre. ;)
A/N: Written for

hd_fluff's Fluffy Hallowe'en Fest. Prompt: Harry and Draco are flatmates, getting ready for a Halloween Party. Harry is going as a caveman and Draco as something sultry. He needs “help” with zipping up his robes/dress/costume.
Betas:

sevfan and

emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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Oog, Groog, Ugg (or How Harry got to Shag like a Caveman for Hallowe’en)

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“This really is a ridiculous idea.”

Harry nodded. He and Malfoy didn’t always agree, but on this topic they did. “But it’s mandatory,” he reminded him. “People who don’t attend the Ministry’s Hallowe’en Ball don’t get the bonus.”

Malfoy huffed. “Why do you think I bothered to come up with a costume for the sodding thing in the first place?”

Harry sighed. Hermione had been the one to help him with his since he’d had no plan. “So I guess we should go together, since we are living together.”

Malfoy snorted. “I suppose. Although that’s another ridiculous rule,” he muttered.

“I know.” Ever since the war, all unattached Auror trainees were required to live in Ministry-provided housing. When Harry and Malfoy had been assigned the same flat, Ron’s head had almost exploded, but things had actually worked out surprisingly well. Well, from my side of things, anyway, Harry thought, watching Malfoy finish his paperwork. “Ready to go?”

“I suppose.” Standing up, Malfoy flicked his wand and the last of the parchments he’d been working on rolled itself up and disappeared with a pop. “One more day and I can return to my own flat for the weekend.”

Harry smiled. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

They walked to the Floo bank in the Ministry’s lobby, Flooing to their assigned flat together. When Harry stepped through, Malfoy automatically reached out and steadied him before moving past and heading towards the kitchen. “I’m hungry. Want anything before we have to get dressed up and go?”

“Thanks,” Harry said, tamping down the automatic spark of arousal from Malfoy’s touch. “And, er, some biscuits would be great.”

“You eat like shit, Potter,” Malfoy called over his shoulder. “I’m making us salads.”

“Right, I’ll have that, then.” Grinning, Harry walked to his room to change.

Minutes later, Harry was eyeing himself in the mirror. He sighed. Hermione had suggested he go as a caveman, saying that a costume of assorted furs would be easy to cobble together. She didn’t say how much skin I’d be showing, though, he thought. The loincloth was short, showing a lot of leg, and most of his chest, too.

“Come on, Potter!” Malfoy cried from outside his door. “Come and eat so we can get this thing over with.”

Shrugging, Harry picked up his wand, slipping it into the holster he’d fashioned from leather and, grabbing his lightweight club, left his room.

“Your salad’s on the table,” Malfoy called from his bedroom.

Harry had just finished eating when Malfoy emerged. “What do you think?”

Looking up, Harry froze.

Malfoy’s outfit was a frothy creation of a dress. Strapless, it was red with black lace lining the neck, and red lace in the skirt that barely hit him mid-thigh. The outfit was topped off with red high heels. Malfoy smirked, posing. “Like it?”

Harry dropped his fork, splashing salad dressing all over himself.

Malfoy hummed. “Good thing it doesn’t matter if your costume is stained.”

Harry swallowed hard, giving Malfoy a slow once-over. “That’s your costume?” he choked out.

“Mmhm.” Malfoy hummed, turning slowly. “Pansy came up with it. She thinks it emphasises my best feature.” Pausing with his back to Harry, Malfoy struck another pose. “People do seem to like my arse, so I thought I’d flaunt it.”

Harry’s mouth went dry. Malfoy’s arse was fabulous, he’d definitely noticed it in their day-to-day interactions, but in the costume? It was spectacular, firm and high, round globes that Harry just wanted to grab and squeeze. And maybe lick... He coughed. “What...what are you supposed to be?”

Malfoy sashayed towards the sideboard. “It’s a French can-can costume.”

Harry cleared his throat. “It’s very red and very...short.”

“I suppose.” Malfoy leaned over, flashing what looked like skimpy, frilly red knickers as he checked himself in the mirror. “I like it. It should make dancing fun.”

“Dancing?” Harry said, mind barely functioning with what little blood was left.

“Well yes.” Malfoy looked back at Harry over his shoulder. “I love dancing, even if it is a Ministry event.” He glanced at Harry’s plate. “Done?”

“Yeah. Erm, yes.” Levitating his dish to the sink, Harry stood, trying to keep the table between himself and Malfoy. “Right. We should go.”

“As soon as you finish buttoning me up.” Malfoy pointed to the top of his dress. “I couldn’t reach the top button.”

“Right. Sure.” Moving towards Malfoy, Harry started chanting in his head, sternly telling his errant cock to behave. This caveman outfit isn’t the sort of costume that will hide anything.

As soon as the pads of his fingers touched Malfoy’s skin, however, Harry was fully hard. He tried to swallow his groan, but Malfoy heard it.

“What’s wrong, what did you do to my outfit?” he snapped, twisting to look at Harry accusingly.

Harry blushed, his hands settling in front of his crotch. “Nothing! I’m not done buttoning you up so if you’ll turn back around I can--”

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed and he licked his lips, a slow smirk spreading over his face. “Why, Potter,” he purred. “Do you like what you see? Is that the issue?”

Harry gaped at him. “I...I--”

To Harry’s shock, Malfoy’s smirk deepened. “About fucking time,” he murmured, backing Harry up against a wall and covering his lips with his own.

Harry only hesitated for a millisecond before he was returning Malfoy’s caresses with enthusiasm. His hands immediately cupped Malfoy’s arse and he groaned into Malfoy’s mouth, his fingers slipping under the frilly edge of Malfoy’s knickers.

Malfoy tore his mouth from Harry’s, burying his face in Harry’s neck. “Think you can fuck me without messing up the costume?” he gasped.

“Oh God,” Harry groaned, the image of just sliding the knickers aside and burying himself balls deep in Malfoy making his cock pulse with want. “Yes. Merlin, yes!”

“Do it, then.” Malfoy raised his head, staring into Harry’s eyes. “But rip anything, stain anything? And you’ll regret it.” And drawing back, he turned, bending over the table and spreading his legs. “Well?” he tossed over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for?”

Hesitantly, Harry moved, with shaking fingers shoving the red lace side and almost ripping it. “Fuck,” he whispered as he saw Malfoy’s hole glistening. His thumb brushed it and it spasmed. “It’s...you...how--?”

Malfoy wriggled his hips. “I like to be prepared. Now are you going to look or fuck?”

Muttering a Lubricating Charm, Harry lined himself up, thrusting straight in. He sank deep on the first push, groaning as Malfoy’s muscles gripped his cock, rippling around it. “Fuck!”

“That’s the idea,” Malfoy snapped. “Now are you going to, or am I going to have to find someone else at the party to see to my needs?”

Harry growled, letting himself go and channelling all his lust and desire into moving in and out of Malfoy, setting up a brutal rhythm, one that had Malfoy crying out and clutching the table to steady himself.

“You really are...a caveman...aren’t you?” Malfoy gasped as Harry just kept going.

In reply, Harry moulded himself to Malfoy’s back, scraping at his bared neck with his teeth. “If you...want.”

Malfoy whimpered. “More,” he whispered, and Harry obliged, speeding up and trying to shove himself as deeply as possible.

Finally, however, Harry couldn’t keep going and, with a groan, his body spasmed and he emptied himself into Malfoy.

Malfoy hissed, trying to shift. Harry, lethargic, nevertheless managed to slide his hand under Malfoy and, closing his hand around Malfoy’s cock, stroked it. Within moments, Malfoy was trembling beneath him, shaking and coming over the table. “Do we have to go the Ministry thing?” he groaned once he’d caught his breath.

Harry raised his head. “They pay us to go, remember? Plus, I thought you wanted to show off your costume.”

Malfoy snorted. “I only wanted to get you to finally fuck me,” he admitted. “Although the money is nice--”

“So do you always walk around ready for sex?” Harry asked after a pause.

Malfoy laughed. “Only when I’m trying to seduce my dense Auror partner who I’ve fancied for months.”

“Oh.” Beaming, Harry stood up, offering Malfoy a hand up as well. “I’ve fancied you for a while, too.”

“Of course you have.” Malfoy smirked. “So I repeat. Are you sure you want to attend the Ball?” His fingers toyed with the edge of Harry’s loincloth.

Harry moaned. “No. But if I don’t go, Hermione’s going to show up here looking for me.”

“Salazar,” Malfoy groaned. “Fine, let’s go.” Moving over to the mirror, he checked himself, smoothing his hands over his dress. He raised an eyebrow. “Why, Potter, you actually didn’t mess me up too much. Impressive.”

“Well,” Harry murmured, moving up behind him and clasping Malfoy’s hand, “there’s always later.”

Malfoy laughed. “Optimistic, are we?”

Harry grinned. “Actually I’m just a simple caveman. What I want, I take.”

Malfoy shivered, licking his lips. “Right. We’ll make a short appearance and then you can...take what you want.”

Leaning in, Harry kissed him. “That’s the plan.”

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