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wook77Title: Strip and Flip
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Summary: Harry and Draco play a game. It's not quite what Draco had thought it was going to be.
A/N: Many thanks to the people over atvu_network who graciously allowed me to steal this idea for my inspiration. I realize it's been played before but I hadn't really heard of it before this. For an image of the board (and cause this picture makes me giggle), go here.
"Right foot - red." This was a sodding stupid idea that he couldn’t remember who had first suggested it.
"Left hand - green." Why he had allowed himself to get into this position, into any of these positions, he would never know.
"Left Foot - red." Now this, this just took the cake. This was too much.
"I can't make it, Harry, and well you know it." Draco was struggling for balance with his right foot on a red circle, his left hand on a green one, his right hand on a blue one and his left foot struggling to reach another red circle. He was impossibly twisted and there was simply no way - especially with Harry in the way - for him to reach it.
"You know what you have to do then." Harry's voice sounded like he was biting back a laugh but that wouldn't be because he wouldn't dare. Who had invented this game, Twistee or Twistin or Twister or whatever it was called, anyway?
"Fine." Draco didn't sound like a pouting child. He wouldn't do that, he was far to refined for that.
Pushing off the board, Draco kept his left foot on Yellow and his right foot on Red while he tugged off his shirt before falling back down onto the board.
"Careful, Draco, or you're going to make me fall. You do remember what happens if you make me lose, right?" This time, Draco heard the laughter and barely contained his growl of frustration.
"Spin that little wheel." Harry's laugh turned into a cough, Draco just knew it.
"Draco, you'll need to move your arse a bit so I can read the wheel." Smirking to himself, an expression that had been lacking for most of the game as he was currently shoeless, sockless and shirtless while Harry had all of his clothing still on, Draco wiggled his arse.
"I said move it not shake it." Draco continued wiggling, making sure that he brushed against Harry's hip where he currently rested with his arms and legs twisted together.
"I do believe it's moving, quite a lot, actually." The smack on his rump almost had Draco falling but he caught himself in time. "You removed a hand off the board, Potter, strip."
"If you had moved your arse as I asked and not rubbed yourself against me…"
"Tut-tut, Potter, you said move, you didn't say shift it to the right or to the left. You didn't even say right arse cheek red. You said move and I moved it. Strip." Harry grumbled but Draco knew that he was complying.
"The board says 'Left Hand, Yellow"." Draco moved with ease while Harry's hand slipped between Draco's legs. It might have been his imagination but it seemed like Harry had pressed against Draco's crotch for just a bit longer than necessary.
"Right Hand, Yellow." Harry's other hand slipped between Draco's legs a hairbreadth's before his face pressed against Draco's arse.
"Enjoying the view, Harry?" Draco pressed back lightly and smiled at the groan from Harry.
"Sod it all! Who likes yellow anyway? Left Leg, Yellow."
As Harry struggled to balance himself, Draco clenched his thighs, trapping Harry's hands between them. It proved too much for Harry and he went tumbling to the mat.
"You cheater!" Harry's indignant squawk, or at least that's what it sounded like to Draco, was music to Draco's ears.
"I've won. You owe me a favour, Potter." Draco was still balanced when he went flying face first into the mat.
"You cheated, Draco, you trapped my hands." Harry was heavy on Draco's back.
"I was making sure that I didn't fall. Not my fault you couldn't resist my charms long enough to finish the game and just had to have your hands between my legs." The bite on his neck was unexpected. It was sharp but not too much so and Draco grinned.
Harry had always been a poor loser, the few times he'd lost to Draco. That he'd lost at a game he'd suggested only made Draco grin more while pushing backwards.
"I'll show you resisting your charms." Harry mumbled around his mouthful of Draco.
"I'd prefer that you not resist. No one can, after all, you least of all." Draco found himself flipped over before he knew what was happening.
"Perhaps I don't want to." Harry leaned down and sucked in one of Draco's nipples.
"Harry, my favour?" It was erotic to watch Harry look up, his lips still around Draco's nipple.
"Left hand on green, if you please." Draco's saccharine tone should have warned Harry.
"Now your right hand on blue, there's a boy." Harry still obeyed. "Left foot on green and right foot on red."
Harry moved to comply and, because of his position, lifted most of his weight off of Draco.
"Stay just like that." Draco slithered down the mat which stuck to him and tried to follow. Harry's trousers were quickly undone and, when his cock sprang free, Draco licked a path before blowing a puff of air against it.
Harry shivered and Draco slapped his thigh lightly. "Don't you dare move, Harry."
Teasing and tormenting, Draco licked and blew, sucked the tip lightly before pressing a kiss to the side. Harry's muscles started quivering, either from holding the position or Draco's ministrations, Draco didn't know nor care.
Draco placed his palms firmly on Harry's stomach and pushed.
Harry rolled in mid-air, trying to avoid landing on Draco. When he flopped down next to Draco, Draco grinned once more before climbing onto Harry.
"Next time you suggest a Muggle game, make it one I haven't played before." With a leer, Draco leaned down and captured Harry's lips. This "favour" was going to last quite awhile.
Author:
wook77Prompt: Games at
hd_365Summary: Harry and Draco play a game. It's not quite what Draco had thought it was going to be.
A/N: Many thanks to the people over at
vu_network who graciously allowed me to steal this idea for my inspiration. I realize it's been played before but I hadn't really heard of it before this. For an image of the board (and cause this picture makes me giggle), go here."Right foot - red." This was a sodding stupid idea that he couldn’t remember who had first suggested it.
"Left hand - green." Why he had allowed himself to get into this position, into any of these positions, he would never know.
"Left Foot - red." Now this, this just took the cake. This was too much.
"I can't make it, Harry, and well you know it." Draco was struggling for balance with his right foot on a red circle, his left hand on a green one, his right hand on a blue one and his left foot struggling to reach another red circle. He was impossibly twisted and there was simply no way - especially with Harry in the way - for him to reach it.
"You know what you have to do then." Harry's voice sounded like he was biting back a laugh but that wouldn't be because he wouldn't dare. Who had invented this game, Twistee or Twistin or Twister or whatever it was called, anyway?
"Fine." Draco didn't sound like a pouting child. He wouldn't do that, he was far to refined for that.
Pushing off the board, Draco kept his left foot on Yellow and his right foot on Red while he tugged off his shirt before falling back down onto the board.
"Careful, Draco, or you're going to make me fall. You do remember what happens if you make me lose, right?" This time, Draco heard the laughter and barely contained his growl of frustration.
"Spin that little wheel." Harry's laugh turned into a cough, Draco just knew it.
"Draco, you'll need to move your arse a bit so I can read the wheel." Smirking to himself, an expression that had been lacking for most of the game as he was currently shoeless, sockless and shirtless while Harry had all of his clothing still on, Draco wiggled his arse.
"I said move it not shake it." Draco continued wiggling, making sure that he brushed against Harry's hip where he currently rested with his arms and legs twisted together.
"I do believe it's moving, quite a lot, actually." The smack on his rump almost had Draco falling but he caught himself in time. "You removed a hand off the board, Potter, strip."
"If you had moved your arse as I asked and not rubbed yourself against me…"
"Tut-tut, Potter, you said move, you didn't say shift it to the right or to the left. You didn't even say right arse cheek red. You said move and I moved it. Strip." Harry grumbled but Draco knew that he was complying.
"The board says 'Left Hand, Yellow"." Draco moved with ease while Harry's hand slipped between Draco's legs. It might have been his imagination but it seemed like Harry had pressed against Draco's crotch for just a bit longer than necessary.
"Right Hand, Yellow." Harry's other hand slipped between Draco's legs a hairbreadth's before his face pressed against Draco's arse.
"Enjoying the view, Harry?" Draco pressed back lightly and smiled at the groan from Harry.
"Sod it all! Who likes yellow anyway? Left Leg, Yellow."
As Harry struggled to balance himself, Draco clenched his thighs, trapping Harry's hands between them. It proved too much for Harry and he went tumbling to the mat.
"You cheater!" Harry's indignant squawk, or at least that's what it sounded like to Draco, was music to Draco's ears.
"I've won. You owe me a favour, Potter." Draco was still balanced when he went flying face first into the mat.
"You cheated, Draco, you trapped my hands." Harry was heavy on Draco's back.
"I was making sure that I didn't fall. Not my fault you couldn't resist my charms long enough to finish the game and just had to have your hands between my legs." The bite on his neck was unexpected. It was sharp but not too much so and Draco grinned.
Harry had always been a poor loser, the few times he'd lost to Draco. That he'd lost at a game he'd suggested only made Draco grin more while pushing backwards.
"I'll show you resisting your charms." Harry mumbled around his mouthful of Draco.
"I'd prefer that you not resist. No one can, after all, you least of all." Draco found himself flipped over before he knew what was happening.
"Perhaps I don't want to." Harry leaned down and sucked in one of Draco's nipples.
"Harry, my favour?" It was erotic to watch Harry look up, his lips still around Draco's nipple.
"Left hand on green, if you please." Draco's saccharine tone should have warned Harry.
"Now your right hand on blue, there's a boy." Harry still obeyed. "Left foot on green and right foot on red."
Harry moved to comply and, because of his position, lifted most of his weight off of Draco.
"Stay just like that." Draco slithered down the mat which stuck to him and tried to follow. Harry's trousers were quickly undone and, when his cock sprang free, Draco licked a path before blowing a puff of air against it.
Harry shivered and Draco slapped his thigh lightly. "Don't you dare move, Harry."
Teasing and tormenting, Draco licked and blew, sucked the tip lightly before pressing a kiss to the side. Harry's muscles started quivering, either from holding the position or Draco's ministrations, Draco didn't know nor care.
Draco placed his palms firmly on Harry's stomach and pushed.
Harry rolled in mid-air, trying to avoid landing on Draco. When he flopped down next to Draco, Draco grinned once more before climbing onto Harry.
"Next time you suggest a Muggle game, make it one I haven't played before." With a leer, Draco leaned down and captured Harry's lips. This "favour" was going to last quite awhile.
