kinktober, day 4. puppy play
Thanks love @rockmarina for the beta 😍Also, I LOVED WRITING THIS and I’d love to write a longer fic with this kink… I’m curious, would you like me to write more? lmk 🙈
When Draco comes home that night, it is to a tipsy Harry, a glass of Firewhisky in his hand, slouched on the couch, eyes glossy.
Luckily, after ten years of marriage, Draco knows exactly what to do in these situations. He sends his bag and coat to their bedroom and walks over to the kitchen, taking out two pans, flour and eggs.
Just as he’s mixing the ingredients to bake a lemon cake, Harry appears at the threshold, smirking.
That’s unexpected. Draco had thought another case had gone wrong, or—
“Did you know,” Harry asks, voice sloshed, “that there are people who wear dog masks and, and, tails, and eat out of bowls?”
Draco’s eyebrows shoot up so fast he can feel his forehead crinkling. Definitely not what he had imagined. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah,” Harry goes on, conversationally. “It’s some kind of kink, or so I read.”
“Where? Why? What?” Draco stares at him in confusion, hands deep into the dough. Their sex isn’t vanilla in the slightest, but this… This, Draco isn’t prepared for.
“Today we raided a BDSM club; they were hiding a smuggling ring in the basement.” His nose scrunches up, but it quickly smoothes with his next words. “And I was there and saw some… things.”
Harry wiggles his eyebrows. Draco snorts, he can’t help it. “Did you?”
An amused grin spreads through Harry’s face. Next thing they know, he’s gotten closer to Draco, wrapping his arms around him from behind. He kisses Draco’s ears and oh, dear Merlin, Draco’s already starting to melt.
“Yeah. It got me thinking.” He keeps peppering sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over Draco’s neck, leaving trails of saliva on his way.
“So, I bought a thing.”
“At the BDSM club you raided? Naughty boy,” Draco replies. He means it in a jokingly way, but Harry bucks his hips forward, and Draco can clearly feel the hard outline of Harry’s cock against his arse.