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Wild, Kinky Monkey Sex	By : icicle33 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or any part of the HP universe or fandom. No money is made from this work at all. It is only for entertainment purposes.

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Title: Wild, Kinky Monkey Sex Part 2/2

Author: icicle

Word count: ~7000 (complete)

Pairings: Harry/Draco (established relationship), Ron/Hermione, Lucius/Narcissa

Warnings: fluff, humour, crack, failed kinky sex, role-playing, spanking, and an overly smitten and somewhat thick Harry

Summary: Harry and Draco are the golden couple of the wizarding world and absolutely head over heels for each other. When Draco realises that everyone is having wild, kinky monkey sex but him, he demands that Harry and him try it as well. Things don’t go as planned. Apparently, not every couple is cut out for kinky monkey sex much to Draco’s dismay.

A/N: Written for Ashii's birthday. Thank you so much to everyone who read and reviewed the first part. I wasn't planning on updating yet, but after the amazing reviews, I felt the need to update. Also, a special thank you to erised_dreams for the lightning quick beta job.

Enjoy.

~Wild, Kinky Monkey Sex Part 2~

~*~

When Harry came home, Draco was already dressed up in his librarian costume and ready for Harry to debauch him. Draco’s face lit up in a bright smile when he saw Harry enter their bedroom and stare at him. Just as he predicted, Harry was ogling him and his jaw dropped in a wide ‘O’.

“See something you like, Mr Potter?” Draco drawled, wriggling his eyebrows at Harry and propping himself up against the headboard as if he were a magnificent present just waiting to be unwrapped.

“I-I-” Harry blinked stupidly at Draco and nodded his head. “Draco, you look-”

“Edible? Fantastic? Fucking amazing?” Draco supplied helpfully, his smug smile spreading even wider.

“Yes, to all of those.”

Finally, Harry seemed to snap out of his daze and walked over to the bed, leaning over Draco and attempting to place a kiss on his lips. Draco deflected the kiss and gave Harry his cheek instead. “Not just yet, Mr Potter,” Draco said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking down at Harry, so his spectacles inched down his nose.

Harry frowned. “Draco?” he asked, his face clearly confused. “What’s going on? Why are you dressed like that? And...why can’t I kiss you?”

Draco held a hand up to shush Harry. “Know your place, Mr Potter,” he said, in his sternest, most authoritative voice. “You must show me respect and call me Mr Malfoy. Now, I see you have some library books overdue. What are we going to do about that? You will have to pay a fine.” Draco leered at his boyfriend and hoped to get their fantasy going. Unfortunately for him, his boyfriend was not always that sharp.

“Draco?” Harry asked again, his voice growing more concerned. “Did I do something wrong? And what library books are you talking about?”

“Harry,” Draco whinged, “I can’t. I have to stay in character. Try to follow along.” He lowered his spectacles and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his robe. “Now, I’ll ask you again, Mr Potter, where are your overdue library books?”

Harry ran a hand through his hair. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about, love. Should I go look for the books?”

Draco grunted. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Potter, you’re impossible.” He scowled at Harry, but Harry just shrugged and pouted at him, looking much too adorable, and as usual, Draco gave into his daft but delectable boyfriend. “Fine,” Draco said, finally breaking character. “Harry, we’re role-playing. I’m pretending to be the sexy Hogwarts librarian and you’re my naughty student who lost a shit ton of library books.” He paused for a second. “So I get to punish you.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Punish? But I didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t understand, Draco.”

Draco sighed. He was doing that a lot today. “Not a real punishment, silly. You know punish in a sexy way.”

Harry blinked at him and Draco decided he needed a more direct approach. Clearly, Harry was extra thick today. “Potter,” he said slowly, “for our anniversary, I want to have kinky monkey sex. So...I decided we should start with a naughty librarian role-play fantasy. Am I making myself clear?” Harry nodded.

“Good, Potter, because you already made me break character once. And that wasn’t very nice. I’ve been practising all afternoon, trying to get in character for this. For you.”

“Oh,” Harry said, after a beat. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t realise. I just don’t know what to make of all of this.” He motioned to Draco’s outfit and the shelves of books Draco had added to their room in order to make it resemble a library.

Draco pouted. “I just wanted it to be realistic. Don’t you like it? It’s supposed to be part of your anniversary present.” Draco lifted up his short robe and showed Harry his Gryffindor thong. “Look, I’m even wearing this ghastly thing for you.”

Harry’s eyes widened again, but this time with lust rather than confusion. “That’s for me?” Harry asked, his lips parting as he gawked at Draco’s arse.

“Yes, of course, prat. Who else would it be for?”

“I’m sorry, love,” Harry replied. “I had no idea you went through so much trouble. I’m kind of uncomfortable with all of this.” He paused and shrugged his shoulders. “But I would do anything for you, Draco. You know that. Let’s try it.” He offered Draco a weak smile.

“Perfect. Now take a moment to get into character, Harry. I can give you some pointers if you want...since I’m basically a professional and all.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head at Draco. “God, I love you,” he said. “And baby? Do you really agree that today’s our anniversary?” Harry beamed at him and Draco couldn’t help but return his smile.

“Of course, darling,” Draco said. “I completely agree that today is the anniversary of our first kiss. And two days from now is our real anniversary.” He smirked. “In order to be a real anniversary it has to be the first day we shagged. If there isn’t any cock involved, then it’s not a real anniversary. That’s my motto.”

Harry snorted. “Whatever you say, Draco love,” he cooed. “Can I kiss you now? You look so fucking cute in that outfit I can’t help myself.”

Draco crossed his arms and glowered at Harry. Clearly, he still wasn’t getting the point of this exercise. “No! You have to play along, Potter. If not, no kisses.”

“Fine. You start, Mr Malfoy,” Harry said. “And I’ll follow your lead since you’re so talented and all.”

Draco preened and smiled at his boyfriend. “Naturally,” he drawled, “I’m a natural born leader. Now...let’s try this again. Mr Potter, where are your overdue library books? You are way over your limit.”

Harry scratched his head and then Summoned several books from the shelves. He lined the books up neatly and handed the stack of books to Draco. “Here you go, Mr Malfoy,” Harry said sweetly, “here are my overdue books. Now you don’t have to punish me.”

Harry beamed at Draco, looking much too proud with himself , which made Draco groan and bang his head against the headboard. “No. No. No. You’re supposed to have lost the library books. That way, I have to fine and punish you, Potter. Get with it.”

“Sorry.” Harry waved his hand and the books went back on the shelves. “Let’s try again. Please.” Harry gave Draco a pleading look and of course, Draco forgave him.

“Sure, Harry. Now...Mr Potter...where are your overdue library books?”

Harry shrugged and looked down at the floor. “I don’t know. I’m afraid I lost them.”

“Lost them?” Draco asked, his voice dripping in venom. “How dare you be so careless with school property? I’m going to make you pay. How much can you pay me?”

“Erm...” Harry reached for his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. “I’m not sure how much I have. I’m assuming the fine will be expensive.”

Draco groaned. Again. Potter was really not getting this. At all. Out of the goodness of his heart, however, he decided to try to be patient with his boyfriend. After all, it wasn’t Harry’s fault that he was an idiot Gryffindor. All that time he spent with the Weasleys growing up probably fried his brain. He cleared his throat and schooled his face into his best impression of Madam Pince. “I’m sorry, Mr Potter, but at the moment, the library is not accepting monetary fines. You’ll have to offer some other type of currency.” Draco leered at Harry and unbuttoned his robe further, hoping that Harry would take the hint and offer Draco a currency of blowjobs or some other wanton act like fucking him on top of that desk as payment.

As usual, Draco had been expecting too much.

“How about kisses?” Harry asked, his voice bright and high-pitched. “I’m dying to kiss you, baby. It’s been 13 hours since our last kiss.” He had such a sad and longing look on his face that Draco just couldn’t say no.

You are such a pushover, a fucking pansy, he scolded himself. “That sounds perfect,” Draco said with a sigh. “Remember you owe me lots, Potter.”

“Of course, baby.” Harry offered him that besotted smile that always made Draco melt and kissed him firmly on the lips. “As many kisses as you want. I could kiss you forever.”

Draco closed his eyes and leaned into Harry’s kiss. Oh well, it looked like role-playing was going to have to wait until next time. Obviously, this hadn’t been the right fantasy. Draco should have known better. Harry never spent any time in a library anyway. The poor sod was terrified of books. Potter had never opened a book in his life that wasn’t Quidditch related or that Hermione hadn’t forced him to read. Next time, Draco would just let Harry pick the fantasy.

~*~

Two days later...

For their second anniversary, or for what Draco claimed was their actual anniversary, Harry had agreed to pick out a role-playing fantasy for them to act out. For some inexplicable reason, Draco was obsessed with the idea of them having kinky monkey sex. Personally, Harry didn’t think it was necessary as he worshipped his boyfriend and wanted nothing more than to make love to him for hours on end, lavishing love on him and then snuggling up with him until morning. Still, if this was something Draco wanted, especially since Harry thought their last attempt at role-playing had gone spectacularly, then Harry would do this for Draco.

At the moment, Draco was finishing transforming their bedroom into a replica of Snape’s classroom, and Harry could not have been more terrified. When Draco had asked him what type of secret fantasies he harboured, Harry had been shy about sharing. He was afraid that he would alienate his boyfriend with his dark fantasies, but once Harry had shared that he fantasised about a professor/student detention held in Snape’s dungeon classroom, Draco’s eyes lit up, and he kicked Harry out of their room, telling him to relax and to put on one of Draco’s old Slytherin robes. He explained that he would take care of the rest and call Harry once their bedroom was transformed into Harry’s fantasy. Now, all Harry could do was wait. And be nervous.

After what felt like hours, Draco finally called Harry into their room. Or as Draco now called it—Mr Malfoy’s Potions classroom for delinquent boys. Taking a deep breath, Harry stepped into their room and gasped. Draco had not been kidding when he said he was going to make their room unrecognisable. If he didn’t know better, he could have sworn that he was at Hogwarts.

“Wow,” Harry said, taking in the surroundings and smiling at Draco. “You’ve out done yourself.”

“I know,” Draco answered, smugness plastered on his face. “Now, Mr Potter, we’re starting right away. And by the time we’re finished with your detention that smile won’t be anywhere near your face.”

Harry gulped. Draco had perfected his voice into an almost eerily flawless impression of Snape. His impression was so spot on that it caused the hairs on Harry’s arms and the back of his neck to stand on end. “Yes, sir.”

“I prefer Professor Malfoy, Potter. Now get your arse over here.” Draco was standing behind a replica of Snape’s desk, and Harry slowly made his way over to the imposing desk.

“Yes, Professor Malfoy,” he said, and when Draco sneered at him, his lip curling, Harry couldn’t help but gulp again. His cock was throbbing underneath his too tight Slytherin robes, as they were Draco’s, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“What are you going to make me do?” His voice was uncertain.

Draco smirked at him. “Ah, a good question, Potter. I’m going to make you write hundreds of lines all complimenting yours truly, of course, with incontrovertible truths like Draco Malfoy is the Commander of the Universe. And Draco Malfoy is the fittest, most beautiful blond in the world...no, make that the galaxy.” He was talking with his hands and smiling at Harry wickedly. “Or perhaps,” he added, his smile turning salacious, “I should just bend you over this cauldron here and have my way with you.”

Harry chewed on his bottom lip. “Oh.” That wasn’t the punishment he had been hoping for at all.

“What’s wrong, Potter?” Draco arched both eyebrows at him. “Is my punishment not up to your high celebrity standards? What did you have in mind oh-Chosen One?”

Harry looked down at the floor and fiddled with the sleeves of his too short robes, failing at pulling them over his wrists.

“Harry?” Draco broke character from a moment and offered him a feeble smile. “This is your fantasy, love,” he said. “Tell me what you want. We can do whatever you want.”

Harry didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure?”

“Certainly,” Draco drawled, “I can take whatever you dish out, Potter. I am the star of this fantasy after all.”

“Fair enough.” Harry swallowed. “Professor Malfoy, sir. I think you should hold me over your knee and spank me as my punishment,” Harry explained. “You know like a naughty child. And I want you to-spell-your-hair-black-and-shoulder-length.” Harry winced.

“You what?” Draco pursed his lips.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “You really are a kinky bastard, huh, Potter?” Harry pouted and looked at Draco uncertainly. “Don’t give me that look,” Draco snapped. When Harry didn’t stop pouting, Draco sighed and gave in. “Fine, Potter, pull down your trousers. I’m going to spank you like a naughty child.” Draco waved his wand in a complicated motion around his head and his white-blond locks were instantly black and shoulder length. Harry gawked at his boyfriend and his mouth watered.

“Merlin’s beard!” His eyes were wide and unblinking.

“Like that...do you, Potter?” Draco patted his lap and Harry did not have to be asked twice. Within a second, Harry was sprawled out in Draco’s lap, reaching up for his dark hair and gazing at him longingly. “No touching.” Draco smacked away Harry’s hand and scowled. “You’re going to have to be punished extra for that one, Potter.”

Harry nodded his head and Draco pulled down his black pants, exposing Harry’s firm and rounded arse. Without warning, Draco brought down his hand in a loud smack against Harry’s arse. Harry squealed but at the same time, felt his cock harden even further.

“I’m sorry, love,” Draco whispered. “Was that too hard?” He started rubbing Harry’s arsecheek where he had just smacked it and raised Harry’s chin to look at him.

“No, Professor,” Harry answered through gritted teeth. “Do it again,” he urged. “Harder.”

Draco frowned but nodded anyway. “If you insist.” He lowered his hand over Harry’s arse again, crashing against it more forceful than before, and Harry couldn’t help but moan.

“Oh, gods!”

“You like that, Potter?” Draco taunted. “It’s not supposed to feel good, Potter. It’s supposed to be a punishment. Is this a punishment for you, Potter?”

Merlin’s bloody pants. Harry looked up at Draco, black hair framing his face and lips pressed in a tight line. Without his glasses, he felt as if he were looking at someone else. “Yes, sir,” Harry said. “It’s a punishment. But harder, please. Harder, Professor.”

Draco chuckled darkly and then smacked Harry’s arse again, this time hitting it with a deafening crack. “Agh!” Harry cried. “Salazar’s balls. Do that again,” Harry pleaded, his cock aching to be touched. “Harder, Professor Snape!”

Uh-oh.

“What?” Draco hissed. He pushed Harry off his lap and turned his best Malfoy death glare on him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Harry was in deep trouble now. Draco never brought out the Malfoy death glare anymore unless Harry was in deep shit.

“Did. You. Just. Call. Me. Snape?” Draco growled, his voice low but oh-so dangerous.

“Eh...no?” Harry scrambled to put on his pants, fearful for his bits now that Draco was angry.

Angry was not the right word. Livid was more like it. Beyond livid. “And now you dare lie to me, Potter?” Draco was snarling now, his knuckles clenched white around his wand. Harry had to do something and now.

“Sorry,” Harry squeaked, giving Draco his most pathetic look, hoping that it would keep Draco from murdering him at the very least.

Draco scoffed. “Sorry? Is that the best you got, Potter? It’s going to take a lot more than sorry to get you out of this one. This isn’t like that time you forgot Mother’s birthday. It’s much, much worse.”

“Really sorry,” Harry offered, his face scrunched in a weak smile.

“Potter,” Draco said slowly, thrusting his wand in Harry’s face. “If you tell me the truth, I’ll think about letting you live.” Harry nodded, trying to keep the fear off his face. “Was that what this whole fantasy was about?” Draco motioned to the cauldrons, potions ingredients, and desk he was leaning on. “Did you really just fantasise about Severus giving you detention and spanking you over his knee like the insolent brat that you actually are?”

Harry gulped and locked eyes with his boyfriend. Draco’s pale face was flushed red and his eyes narrowed into dark slits. He was completely fucked and only had one option left. If Draco wanted the truth, Harry could give him the truth. Gryffindors don’t lie, right?

He winced, already dreading his boyfriend’s reaction. “Maybe.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper. Harry closed his eyes, waiting for the parade of hexes that were about to hit him and hoped they would not cause him a painful and prolonged death. After waiting for several seconds and nothing happening, he opened his eyes.

“I see,” Draco said, his voice calm and low. “Well, Potter. That’s good to know, especially since Severus is my godfather after all. I’m sure you didn’t know that you sick, twisted bastard.” He sniffed, pausing for a second to catch his breath. “Or maybe you did. You little, fucking pervert. Don’t tell me you were planning on having a threesome with him? Is that why you’re dating me? Har-ry...I can’t believe you. That’s so not fair!” Draco huffed and flailed his arms and feet like a bratty child. “You always do this to me, Harry. This game was supposed to be about us. Not Severus.”

Holy mother of god, Harry had not known that at all. Snape was Draco’s godfather. He was going to be sick. This was not good. Not good at all. “No!” he shrieked. “I had no idea. I swear! Please believe me, Draco! I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

Draco scrunched his nose and looked at Harry hatefully, as he hadn’t done for years, and it broke Harry’s heart. “Liar,” he accused. “You’re lying, Potter. And now...I’m leaving. Happy fucking anniversary to you.” Draco shrugged off his black robe and ended the spell on his hair. Before Harry could respond, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door.

“No, Draco baby, come back!” Harry shouted. “I love you. Not Snape. He’s a greasy old git. Come back. Only you, baby. Only you.”

Harry dressed himself quickly and scurried out the door behind Draco. Of course, Draco was nowhere in sight. He knocked the stack of Draco’s magazines off the coffee table, for once not caring about his boyfriend’s reaction. “Bloody hell. I’m going to kill Hermione. Some bright idea this was.”

Shaking his head, he Summoned his mobile and pressed nine. Thank Merlin for speed dial. After forgetting Narcissa’s birthday that one time, Harry was always prepared for damage control. He did not want to spend his anniversary on the couch.

“Hello Harrods? Please put me through to your By Appointment and Beyond Team.” Harry said, relieved that someone answered his call after only two rings. After a short wait, the concierge connected him to the proper department. “Yes, this is Mr Harry Potter. I’m going to need a ridiculously large order of jewellery right away. Preferably diamonds. Something tasteful and unique. And get it here as soon as possible. I’ll pay extra.” A short pause and a pointed sigh. “Yes, you already have my credit card and address on file. I’m also a Black Tier member of your rewards programme. Uh-huh...just send the best of each. And hurry.”

~Fin

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this silly story. I really like this universe and might write more stories in it in the future. Comments are love and greatly appreciated. Have a great weekend.

~Icicle
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