harry potter fanfiction draco filled with water

TITLE: Flushing
AUTHOR: anansay
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Harry/Draco
SUMMARY: Draco shows Harry his new toy.
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: PWP, Slash
WORDS: 1,670
WARNING: Slash. Possible mis-use of tool.
DISCLAIMER: Not my character; they belong to J. K. Rowling.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written for the hd365 bi-weekly prompt of "Props".
FEEDBACK/CONCRIT: Yes.
BETA(S): None.
ARCHIVING: Just let me know where.

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Flushing by Anansay
March 23, 2006
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They were sweaty, clothes sticking to their bodies in uncomfortable dramatic relief, outlining curves and angles usually kept hidden, or diffused, through carefully tailored clothing. Now though, it was akin to being naked. Or like having clothes painted on their bodies. It was lewd and quite a turn on.

With hair plastered to their heads in thing clumps and chests heaving with great intakes of breath, they held o9n to each other, hand on shoulder, feeling each shifting muscle beneath cloth and flesh. A shower was very much in order.

Draco had gone shopping apparently, and cleanliness was the thought of the day. Complete and total cleanliness if the long rubber tube Harry held in his hand had any say in it. He stood naked in ;the bathroom, the long vinyl hose draped loosely over his palm. He seemed either Draco had taken a crash course in plumbing as it was hooked up to the shower nozzle as a secondary outlet for the water.

It was the end that had Harry's eyebrows nestling in his hair, however. A long, thin, piece of plastic with a rounded tip and holes on the side. A most curious contraption.

Draco walked in, naked and smelling particularly ripe. "Ah, I see you've discovered my latest purchase," he said, sauntering over and placing the tube in the tub before starting the shower properly. He pulled the curtain, climbed in and then poked his head around the material. "Coming?"

Harry gazed at his lover, several snarky comebacks in his mind, and climbed in.

The hose remained hanging limply from the head of the shower as Draco and Harry washed each other, hands sliding slickly in the scented soap over their bodies, slowing here and there to enjoy a particular area, or to incite a rather muted moan into a more guttural groan.

It was always a sensual pleasure to shower together, no matter the state of their personal hygiene.

Harry kept glancing toward the tube, his eyes following it up and eyeing a switch of sorts by the top. "Alright, give," he finally said, his hand doing lazy strokes on Draco's cock.

Draco's eyes fluttered open, pewter grey lust-filled eyes warming Harry more than any hot shower ever could. "Curious?"

"Yes."

"Want me to tell you, or show you?"

Harry weighed the choices. Draco explaining things could almost always be guaranteed to induce a pleasant sort of stupor, his rich timbre rolling in waves of lush promises over Harry's senses. But Draco showing how something worked could also almost always be counted on to be a quite interesting experience.

"Show me."

Draco grinned and picked up the tube. He flicked the switch at the shower head, cutting off the water. Within seconds Harry was shivering. Some muttered words and a nice little warming charm settled around them and Harry's arms dropped to his sides.

Water was flowing through the tube and coming out the end through the sides, gently dribbling.

"This is for a more thorough cleansing, Harry. Internal cleansing, if you know what I mean."

Harry dragged his eyes from the pouring tip up to Draco's, and the tilted grin.

"Internal?"

"Yes. Inside."

Harry's hands went to his backside. "You mean...?"

"Yes. Wanna try it?"

Harry eyed the water flowing from it, letting it pour over his hands, the slight pressure creating sensory images to flow over his body as he imagined where it would go. And what it might feel like.

"Don't tell me you've never had one of these before?" Draco asked.

"Er, no."

"Well, first time for everything." Draco advanced toward Harry, his hips tilting in seductive little sways. "We usually do this with spells, but at the gym the other day I heard these Muggle guys talking and it sounded... interesting. So I bought one."

Harry nodded as Draco's hand began caressing his hip and angling the hose to trail down Harry's leg and over his crotch. Like warm silk flowing over his silk.

"What—what do I have to do?"

Draco leaned into Harry, bringing his lips to Harry's ears. "Turn around... and bend over..."

Harry pressed his face against Draco's, relishing in the friction of the slight stubble before turning his head and capturing those lips in a rough kiss. Heated flesh met from lips to hips and hands wrapped around and held things close together, fingers digging in as tiny moans echoed off the walls.

Draco pulled away, breath coming faster. "Bend over, Harry. Let me show you."

Harry leaned against the wall, bracing himself with his hands, spreading his legs and arching his back. Ideas and images floated by in his foggy mind as to what would happen, but when the first touch came, he gasped anyway.

Soft warm plastic trailed from a hip, over his back to the other hip, water pouring softly down and in between his butt cheeks, before the soft probe came to nestle where the pressure in Harry's body was coalescing. He arched a little more and spread his legs a bit wider, pushing his hips back a bit.

The probe slid up and down, a fluid softness that let Harry know Draco had lubed the tip before proceeding. The water poured down in the crease, tickling slightly over his balls before dropping off, and Harry squirmed a bit. Shivers of anticipation coursed through his body and he found himself pushing back more.

"Draco..."

"Hush. I'm playing."

"Gods..."

And then it came, a little nudge at his entrance. It was like being caressed by fluid warmth as it nudged in, twisting just slightly. Harry moaned, his eyes closing and his head falling forward as he felt himself opening up and the tip sliding in. It was the strangest sensation—much thinner than Draco's cock but not quite disappointing.

And then Draco was there, leaning against Harry's side, erection pressed firmly against his thigh, his breath against Harry's ear. "I'm going to turn the water a bit higher, Harry. Ready?"

Harry nodded, trying to stay still and just enjoy the sensation. There wasn't really any noticeable increase but suddenly Harry was tensing, fighting to stay upright and conscious as the increase of the pressure was suddenly there—warm and insistent and Harry didn't know if he wanted to push back into it, or move away. He keened in confusion as his cock hardened at the mere intrusion into his body. There was this strange idea of the water flowing from his anus into his cock and filling it, making it hard. At that thought, he did push back.

"Like it?"

"It's..." Harry panted, "different—gods, Draco, move it please!"

Draco moved it. Sliding it in and out slowly, twisting and turning and angling it and Harry could feel the water building inside of him even as it trickled out and down his thighs. It was more than a cock and yet less. Pushing far deeper into him and yet feeling like nothing. And Draco kept moving it, kept pumping it into him, and rubbing himself against Harry's leg. Whispering in his ear such crude comment that had a profound effect on Harry.

The water poured gently into him. He could feel the slight pressure pushing sideways. Draco tilted it a bit more and then it hit Harry's prostate. Nudge it ever so slightly but it was enough and he flung his head back and cried out, shoving his ass onto the probe. It wasn't so much the rubbing of the probe over the little nub of pleasure, but the almost constant soft-hard pressure of the jets of water with every passing.

"Oh fuck—geez Draco—Merlin—faster, gods faster—please—!"

So Draco moved it faster, pistoning his arm and Harry could feel the harsh rubbing of Draco's cock against his leg. He wanted to take his lover's cock in his hand but the thought fled as soon as it arrived; he just couldn't seem to coordinate his body.

Draco was panting in his ear. "Ah gods, Harry, do you know how sexy this is... how sexy you look... if I'd known it would be like this, I'd have gotten this thing much sooner... Oh Merlin, I can see it, Harry... I can see it going in and out of you... fucking hot...!"

And if that wasn't good enough, Draco took Harry's cock and began pumping it in rhythm with the one behind him. Harry's entire groin area was being barraged from both ends and he was at it's mercy, unable to do anything but let it happen and ride the wave, the pounding of pleasure that reverberated outward from that single focal point.

Harry tilted his head to the side and caught Draco's lips and tongue-fucked him, thrusting in time to the thing thrusting in and out of him. If Harry had ever imagined what it would be like to be fucked by the creature in the lake at Hogwarts, it would have been something like this: a watery, gelatinous thrusting with something that had shape yet seemed to lose it and become something else. Filling him like he'd never felt before, full and near to bursting and his balls cinched up, pulling tight up against his body and Harry tensed. Felt everything pull inward—"Oh shit...!"—

—and then explode in a fantastical explosion of light and sound. Tiny dots of light dancing before his eyes and sound bouncing off walls, his body spasming uncontrollably, fingers splayed, legs quaking and butt clenching. He felt it gush from both ends, loose and unfettered, coming apart.

And then, to his side, Draco's body thrusting against him, the hand on his cock jumping to his waist and Draco held on while his own body let go and Draco grunted into Harry's shoulder, teeth pushing into flesh.

Spent, Harry fell to his knees and let his head hang. Dimly he was aware of Draco crouching beside him and touching him—his back, his shoulders, his face. Catching his breath, Harry turned his head and through hazy eyes, saw the blurry image of Draco.

"Holy fuck Draco..." he breathed.

"I take it the toy stays then?"

"Oh yes." He sat back then, wincing a bit. "I want you to feel it Draco. I want to do it to you. Just... not right now. I think," he said, getting shakily to his feet, "that I need to lie down. That was... fucking awesome."

Draco smiled. "It's a keeper."

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THE END

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