Day 11 – Crossdressing
The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, shadows flickering across the walls of Draco's opulent room at Malfoy Manor. The air was thick with anticipation, and Harry's heart raced as he stood in front of the full-length mirror, nervously adjusting the hem of the silk stockings Draco had given him. His hands trembled slightly as they smoothed over the delicate material, the unfamiliar sensation of the fabric brushing against his skin sending shivers up his spine.
He had never done anything like this before.
The lace panties clung to him, snug and teasing, and the matching garter belt sat low on his hips, framing his cock, which strained against the soft fabric. The silk stockings were tight around his legs, the thin, sheer material making him feel exposed in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. A satin robe, barely tied together, hung loosely off his shoulders, providing little in the way of coverage but adding to the strange, seductive allure of the outfit.
He felt vulnerable. But, in the way that always happened with Draco, he was also impossibly aroused.
"Relax, Potter," came Draco's smooth, teasing voice from across the room. Harry glanced over his shoulder to see Draco lounging casually on the bed, his eyes dark and full of wicked amusement as he watched Harry with an appreciative smirk. "You look good."
Harry swallowed hard, his throat dry as he turned to face Draco fully. His face burned, and he couldn't quite meet Draco's gaze. "I feel ridiculous," he muttered, his hands nervously tugging at the satin robe as if that would somehow cover more of his exposed skin.
Draco's smirk widened, and he stood from the bed, slowly crossing the room toward Harry with the kind of graceful, predatory confidence that always made Harry's heart skip a beat. "You don't look ridiculous," Draco murmured, his voice low and full of heat as he reached out, brushing a hand over the soft lace at Harry's waist. "You look perfect."
Harry shuddered at the touch, his breath catching in his throat as Draco's fingers traced the edge of the garter belt, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath. "You're enjoying this way too much," Harry muttered, his voice shaky.
Draco chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as his hand slid lower, brushing over the bulge in Harry's panties, the soft lace doing little to hide just how hard he was. "Can you blame me?" Draco whispered, his voice a low growl as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Harry's neck. "You look absolutely sinful like this."
Harry's breath hitched, his body trembling as Draco's fingers teased him through the lace, the pressure light but enough to make Harry's cock twitch against the fabric. The contrast of the delicate lingerie and Draco's firm, deliberate touch was overwhelming, sending sharp pulses of arousal through him.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry gasped, his hands reaching out to grip Draco's shoulders, pulling him closer as he tried to steady himself. "You're going to drive me mad."
"That's the idea," Draco whispered, his lips curling into a wicked grin as his hand slipped beneath the lace, his fingers brushing against the head of Harry's cock, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes. "I want to see you fall apart."
Harry groaned, his head falling back as Draco's touch sent waves of pleasure through his body. The soft fabric of the lace panties rubbed against his cock with every movement, adding to the intensity of the sensation, and Harry could feel himself already beginning to unravel.
Draco's hand moved with practiced precision, stroking Harry with firm, teasing pressure, his fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive skin as Harry's hips jerked forward, desperate for more. The lace was soft, but the restriction only heightened Harry's arousal, making him feel even more exposed, more vulnerable.
"Look at you," Draco muttered, his voice full of dark satisfaction as his other hand slid up Harry's back, pulling him closer. "So eager, so fucking hard, and you're not even properly undressed yet."
Harry's breath came in short, ragged bursts as Draco's fingers continued to tease him, the lace brushing against his skin in ways that made his head spin. "Please, Draco," Harry gasped, his hands gripping Draco's shoulders tightly. "I—I can't take it."
Draco's eyes gleamed with wicked amusement as he leaned in, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to Harry's lips. "You're going to have to be patient," Draco murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl as his hand slipped lower, tracing the line of Harry's thighs. "I want to savor this."
With a flick of his wand, Draco summoned a bottle of lube from the bedside table, the soft glow of magic lighting the room for a brief moment. Harry's heart raced as Draco's eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on Harry's trembling form.
Draco's hands slid lower, his fingers brushing over Harry's arse, the lace panties doing nothing to hide the way Harry's body responded to his touch. "Turn around," Draco whispered, his voice low and commanding.
Harry's breath hitched, but he obeyed, turning to face the mirror once more. His reflection stared back at him—flushed, trembling, and utterly exposed. Draco stood behind him, his silver eyes gleaming with dark intent as his hands slid down Harry's sides, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of the panties.
Draco's lips brushed against Harry's ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered, "Keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch."
Harry shuddered, his body trembling with anticipation as Draco slowly pulled the lace panties down, exposing Harry's arse. The cool air of the room sent a shiver through him, but the heat of Draco's body pressed against his back was enough to keep him grounded, to keep him on edge.
Draco's fingers slid between Harry's cheeks, teasing his entrance with slow, deliberate strokes, and Harry bit his lip, his body tensing with anticipation. "Relax," Draco murmured, his voice soft but firm as he coated his fingers with lube. "I'll take care of you."
Harry's breath came in short, shallow gasps as Draco's fingers pressed against his entrance, slowly slipping inside. The sensation of being stretched, combined with the soft fabric of the garter belt and stockings still clinging to his body, made Harry's head spin with arousal.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry gasped, his hands gripping the edge of the dresser as Draco's fingers worked him open, slow and deliberate.
Draco smirked, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm as he stretched Harry, preparing him. "You look so fucking good like this," Draco muttered, his voice full of dark satisfaction. "All dressed up, waiting for me."
Harry groaned, his body trembling with need as Draco's fingers brushed against that perfect spot inside him, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through his body. The contrast of the delicate lingerie and the raw sensation of Draco's fingers stretching him was overwhelming, making it impossible to think about anything else.
"I'm ready," Harry gasped, his voice thick with arousal as he pushed back against Draco's hand. "Please, Draco—I need you."
Draco's eyes gleamed with desire as he pulled his fingers out, his hands gripping Harry's hips tightly. "Keep watching," Draco growled, his voice rough as he positioned himself behind Harry, the head of his cock pressing against Harry's entrance. "I want you to see how fucking perfect you look when I take you."
Harry's heart raced, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Draco slowly pushed inside him, the sensation of being filled sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body. The stockings clung to his legs, the garter belt framing his arse, and the sight of it all—the lace, the satin, the way Draco's body pressed against his—was almost too much to bear.
Draco moved slowly at first, his hands gripping Harry's hips tightly as he sank deeper, filling Harry completely. The contrast of the delicate lingerie and the raw, primal sensation of being taken was intoxicating, and Harry's breath hitched, his body trembling with the intensity of it.
"Fuck, Harry," Draco groaned, his voice thick with arousal as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with deliberate force. "You feel so fucking good."
Harry's head fell forward, his hands gripping the edge of the dresser as Draco's thrusts grew rougher, more desperate. The soft lace brushed against his skin with every movement, the stockings clinging to his legs, and the sensation of being so exposed, so vulnerable, only heightened his pleasure.
Draco's hand slid around to grip Harry's cock, stroking him with rough, precise movements that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Harry gasped, his entire body trembling as the pleasure built, the sensation of Draco's cock inside him combined with the pressure of the stockings and lace sending him spiraling toward the edge.
"You're going to come for me," Draco growled, his voice low and commanding as he thrust harder, deeper, his hand tightening around Harry's cock. "I want to see you fall apart."
Harry's entire body tensed, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. The lace, the stockings, the sensation of being filled and stroked at the same time—it was all too much. With a sharp, desperate moan, Harry's body tensed, his hands gripping the edge of the dresser as his orgasm tore through him. His cock pulsed in Draco's hand, his release spilling over Draco's fingers and the edge of the dresser, the pleasure so intense that it left him trembling, his legs barely able to hold him up.
Draco didn't stop. His thrusts grew rougher, more erratic as Harry's body clenched around him, milking every last bit of pleasure from the moment. The sight of Harry—still dressed in the lace panties, stockings, and garter belt—falling apart beneath him sent a surge of raw, possessive desire through Draco's body.
"Fuck, Harry," Draco growled, his voice thick with arousal as his hands tightened on Harry's hips, pulling him back harder with each thrust. "You're fucking perfect like this."
Harry could barely respond, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the last waves of his orgasm shuddered through him. His body felt weak, spent, but Draco's relentless pace kept him teetering on the edge of pleasure, his mind swimming with the overwhelming sensations of it all.
Draco's thrusts became harder, more desperate as he chased his own release, the soft slap of skin against skin filling the room along with the low, guttural sounds of their pleasure. Harry's body jolted with each movement, the stockings and garter belt brushing against his skin, adding to the sensation that made his mind spin.
"You're mine," Draco muttered, his voice a rough growl as he slammed into Harry with renewed intensity. "All mine."
Harry groaned, his body trembling as Draco's words sent another jolt of arousal through him. Even though he had just come, the way Draco moved inside him, the way his fingers dug into his skin, made Harry's cock twitch in response, the lace panties clinging to him in a way that only heightened the pleasure.
"Come for me," Harry gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper, but Draco heard him.
Draco's entire body tensed at Harry's words, and with a final, deep thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside Harry as he spilled himself deep. Draco's breath hitched, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as he collapsed forward, his chest pressed against Harry's back, both of them trembling with the intensity of their release.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. They were both panting, their bodies spent, the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Draco's hands slid slowly down Harry's sides, his fingers brushing over the lace panties and the garter belt as if savoring the sight of Harry still dressed up for him, even after everything.
Harry's legs shook beneath him, his breath still coming in uneven bursts as Draco slowly pulled out, leaving Harry feeling empty and trembling. He barely had the strength to stand, but Draco's arms wrapped around his waist, holding him steady as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Harry's shoulder.
"You look so fucking good like this," Draco whispered, his voice soft but full of satisfaction. "I'm tempted to keep you dressed like this all night."
Harry let out a breathless laugh, his face flushed with exhaustion and the lingering embarrassment of how much he had enjoyed all of it. "I think I need a moment to recover before you start thinking about round two," he muttered, though his voice held no real protest.
Draco smirked, his fingers sliding up Harry's back as he turned him around to face him, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You'll have more than a moment," Draco murmured, leaning in to press a soft, teasing kiss to Harry's lips. "But don't think I'm done with you yet."
Harry's heart raced at the promise in Draco's voice, even as his body screamed for rest. He was exhausted, his muscles weak and trembling, but the lingering heat between them, the way Draco's fingers teased the edges of his garter belt, made it clear that Draco wasn't planning to let him go anytime soon.
Draco pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he reached down to adjust the lace panties still clinging to Harry's hips. "Maybe next time I'll make you wear these in public," Draco muttered, his voice full of dark amusement. "Just to see how long you can last without falling apart."
Harry's face flushed at the thought, but the heat that pooled low in his belly told him that, despite everything, he'd probably agree to it.