Current mood:	crampy
Entry tags:	harry/draco, harry/draco oneshot, oneshot

Waving Penguins
Title: Waving Penguins
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut/Humor
Length: 1156
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: The penguin pyjamas brought forth a rather unexpected reaction from Malfoy.
Note: This is based off elleian's drabble After Hours, which I highly recommend reading. Thank you so much for giving me permission to write this!

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"You're -- what?" Harry stared at him. Malfoy had not just told him he looked hot in his penguin pyjamas. Had he?

He looked down at his shirt, wishing Malfoy would back up so he could see without white-blond hair tickling his ear. The penguins were blinking up at him, waving cheerfully. It rather made him think of little kids. Decidedly not hot.

"You heard me," Malfoy said in a husky voice, rubbing his nose under Harry's ear and hooking his thumbs in Harry's pyjama bottoms.

Harry had just realized that Malfoy called him hot. "Are you gay?"

Malfoy backed up a step and blinked, in the same fashion as the penguins. "No," he replied sardonically. "I'm into bestiality." He gestured to the pyjamas. "The penguins and all."

Harry nodded. It made sense.

"Oh my, you're an idiot," Malfoy sighed, irritated, but his eyes were roving over every inch of Harry.

Harry nodded again. It was all he could do. For some reason, he was reacting to Malfoy's look.

Malfoy moaned, looking down at Harry's crotch. Harry glanced down and instantly blushed. He was half-hard and one of the little penguins was stationed on the tip of the bulge, waving.

"I want to fuck you," Malfoy said in a casual voice, stalking forward. Harry had the distinct impression that he was being stalked. He rather liked it.

"Look, I don't know what's with you but how about you just take House points and lea--"

"While you're wearing those pyjamas."

Harry gulped. All he could think about was, "That'd be pretty hard to do if I'm wearing clothes."

Malfoy growled. "Then take the bottom off." He kept walking forward and Harry ended up backed against the cold, stone wall with a hard cock, a perverted Malfoy the cause of it all.

Since Harry made no move to take off his pyjamas, and Malfoy's thumbs were still down them, Malfoy thrust down, Harry's pants pooling at his feet with them. Harry gasped at the cold air on his heated cock.

Malfoy moaned in approval. "I stand by what I said." Then he pounced, slamming Harry's head into the wall painfully.

"Mrff!" Harry managed before his lips were covered by another. Malfoy slid his tongue inside and Harry sucked on it, needing more. His cock was going to burst, probably showing just how little action he got.

Malfoy's tongue disappeared and Harry whined but then two of Malfoy's fingers were in his mouth and Harry sucked on them. They tasted so different. Like skin and wood and treacle tarts. Harry couldn't get enough.

The fingers left and Malfoy replaced them with his tongue again. Harry was too aroused to pay attention to anything but sensations.

But he definitely felt that!

There was a slight pressure on his arse and then Malfoy thrust a finger up, halting when he was knuckle-deep.

"What are you doing?" Harry hissed around Malfoy's tongue. It came out incomprehensible. Malfoy must have mistaken it to mean move because he started moving his finger in and out. It felt...odd. But why in hell was he even up there?

Malfoy really was perverted.

"You're so fucking hot with your pyjamas around your ankles, my finger up your arse," Malfoy broke away from his mouth to moan. His other hand landed on Harry's shoulder to push him down so he was lying on the equally cold floor. Somewhere along the way, Malfoy had slipped his other finger up and he hadn't noticed.

"What are you doing up there?" Harry asked again since Malfoy wasn't in his mouth anymore.

The fingers paused and Malfoy gave him disbelieving look. "You don't know anything, do you?"

Harry bristled. "I've never had someone want to stick anything up my arse. I shit out of it, you know."

Malfoy laughed. Loudly. "Priceless. This is gay sex. Learn."

Harry was going to ask how sticking a finger up someone's arse was gay sex but Malfoy bent his fingers and hit something that made Harry mewl and he quite forgot what he was going to say.

"Do that again," he said in amazement, staring up at Malfoy with wide eyes.

"No." He pulled his fingers out and grabbed his wand. "You're ready." He hooked his fingers in his trousers and shucked them down to his ankles. He reached forward, the wand still in his hand and Harry wondered if he was going to stick the wand up his arse. His cock throbbed in excitement. He'd have to try that sometime.

But Malfoy told him to get on all fours and Harry did, feeling very exposed. He was half-nude in the corridors.

Malfoy's wand touched his hole but didn't press forward. Harry wriggled his hips in encouragement. However, Malfoy murmured a spell and something warm and wet was on his arsehole, feeling very weird. Malfoy muttered the spell again and Harry looked between his legs to see something clear coating Malfoy's cock.

And bloody hell did his cock look nice.

"Spread your legs," Malfoy commanded, a hand passing over his buttocks. Harry complied, stretching his knees as far apart from each other as possible. He must have looked strange because his ankles couldn't go very far apart. He tried removing the pyjamas with his feet but Malfoy's cock was suddenly pressing against him and he stopped.

A finger was one thing, but Malfoy's cock?

"Shush," Malfoy whispered, leaning over his back to suck on his neck. Harry titled his head to the side, offering more of his neck. He could feel Malfoy's much-bigger-than-two-fingers cock slide in, bit by bit, but Malfoy was pumping his cock and the stretching and filling didn't feel so bad.

Then he hit that thing again and Harry swore. Malfoy grinned against his neck and set a relentless pace, thrusting in and out, always hitting that spot that made him thrash, coupling with Malfoy's hand pulling and tweaking and pinching his cock.

"You're so tight and hot," Malfoy groaned, scrapping his teeth over Harry's shoulder.

Harry hung his head, waving penguins filling his vision as he climaxed, screaming silently. Malfoy road it out, thrusting faster and coming, clutching Harry's shirt tightly.

"You should wear those pyjamas more often," Malfoy said before standing, pulling his clothes back on, and pocketing his wand. "What do you say?"

Harry stared up at him from the floor. Malfoy's face and neck were flushed, eyes bright. The front of his trousers was dark already. His hair was pasted to his forehead, the very top sticking up. Harry wanted another round.

"I'm wearing them now, aren't I?"

A grin grew on Malfoy's face. "Put your pyjamas back on and follow me," he said before heading off in the direction of Slytheirn territory, leaving Harry to scramble after him, tripping over his pyjama bottoms. For once the smiling penguins were mirroring his feelings instead of making him want to rip them. He'd have to thank Hermione sincerely for them.