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“Tell me about something you’re excited for!” Luna said eagerly as she handed Harry a cup of blackberry lavender tea. She sat down with her own cup and looked at him expectantly. He should have known something like this would be coming—Luna loved to start conversations with unique icebreakers. This wasn’t nearly as outlandish as some of the questions she asked, but it still caught Harry off guard, especially since there really wasn’t anything exciting happening in his life at the moment.

“Um, I’m not sure. I was excited to hang out with you today?” he tried. 

“That’s sweet of you! I’m always excited to spend time with you, too. But surely there are other exciting things happening in your life? We’re only having tea for an hour or two. What will fill the remaining 166 hours in your week?”

Harry shrugged, not sure what she had expected. While Luna hadn’t asked outright, she still fell right in line with all his other friends who kept hinting that he needed to find something to do with his life. Unfortunately, he hadn’t yet managed to find a career or a passion that really stuck with him. 

“You know I don’t have much going on,” he said after a moment. “I just don’t know what to do! Molly was lecturing me last weekend about it. She said I’m being too narrow-minded about my options and that I should just accept the next project that appears without stopping to think about it. She thinks I’ll learn something new that way, I think.”

“Oh, how lovely! Molly does give some wonderful advice sometimes.”

“Sure, but I don’t think a job opportunity is just going to pop up out of nowhere.”

“No, of course not. Opportunities are not tangible objects that fall into your lap. Someone will bring it to you. Actually, I think it’s fate that we’re having this conversation, because I do need to hire someone! I didn’t think you would be interested at first, but if you’re open to trying new things, you might enjoy it!”

Harry had long since learned that it was important to pause and collect himself before reacting to Luna’s surprise declarations. People often replied to her seemingly wacky ideas on instinct and played right into her wishes. He’d done it his fair share of times too, and while she had never steered him wrong , exactly, it wasn’t always what he wanted either.

“I don’t think I’m the person you need, Luna. I don’t think having had sex a handful of times in my life qualifies me to teach people about it. You probably need to hire a well trained educator who can do as good a job as you,” he reasoned.

Luna beamed at him. “That was a very mature response, Harry. I think you could actually be a sex educator if you wanted! You have the right mentality, you’d just need a bit of training. But that’s actually not the job I had in mind.”

“Oh? Then what else could I possibly help you with?”

“I have a line of toys that I sell, and I need a model for this year’s catalogue. I think you would be perfect! You’re very handsome.”

Harry could feel himself blushing at the praise, but soldiered on. “I’m flattered that you think I could be a model, Luna, but wouldn’t you want a kid to model toys?”

Luna burst out laughing, her tea sloshing onto her bright orange dress. Harry removed the cup from her hand and cast a quick cleaning spell while waiting for her to calm down. He had no idea what was so funny.

“Oh, Harry,” she said, in that same tone Hermione used when Harry was about to learn something that should have been obvious. “I don’t sell children’s toys. In fact, it’s rather illegal to sell my products to minors.”

“Adults play with toys?” Harry asked, still confused.

“ Sex toys, Harry!” Luna exclaimed. “Do you really not know what those are?”

Harry felt the blush return, for entirely different reasons this time.

“I, uh… I’ve heard of them? I don’t know much about them though, and I don’t think I’ve ever even seen one. I do understand why you wouldn’t want a child modelling those though,” he added quickly. 

“Yes, that would be inappropriate. Having you model them, however, would be a good choice, I think.”

Harry blanched as he realised what she was asking of him. There was no way in hell he could do that.

“Luna, I can’t model sex toys!” he spluttered. “You know very well what a field day the press would have if I appeared naked in a shopping catalogue! They’d spread the photos through every home in Britain!”

“The Quibbler wouldn’t,” she said lightly. Harry resisted rolling his eyes, but only just.

“Sure, but that’s one out of five major publications in the country. I’ll never have a day’s peace, from reporters and fans hounding me and trying to get more naked pictures.”

“That’s true,” she mused. “Unfortunately people’s grasp of consent tends to get quite warped when it comes to celebrities.”

“Exactly!” Harry cried, proud that he managed to prove a point to Luna. She usually managed to rip everyone’s logic to shreds.

“Well then, we’ll just have to make sure there are no identifying pictures of you.”

“We… what? What does that mean?”

“Well, we’ll make sure that the pictures don’t show your face, or any other part of your body that is easily identifiable, like the scar Umbridge left on your hand. But a lot of sex toys tend to revolve around genitals, so I don’t see an issue there. We can have our female model do all the pictures that involve a face.”

“Female model?”

Luna nodded. “Apologies if this is too invasive of a question, but you do have a penis and testicles, right?”

Harry nodded, mortified at where this conversation was going.

“Well then, you can’t very well model toys designed for a vagina. Hence, I’ve hired a model with a vagina for those images. But her schedule is pretty tight, so you can do all the rest.”

“Luna, this is crazy. I can’t model sex toys!”

“Why not?” she asked seriously.

“I don’t even know how to use them! I’m sure I’d look like a right fool.”

“Well, I’d have an educator at the shoot to help pose you, of course. It might not be me; I have quite a few courses booked in the next couple of weeks and I do need this catalogue done soon. But my team is very knowledgeable.”

“Your team? How many people are going to be there? And how can I be sure they won’t blab to the press?”

Luna blinked at him. “I don’t hire people I don’t trust, Harry. None of them would reveal your identity without your permission.”

“That’s all very well, but it doesn’t change the fact that I would have to model sex toys. And let someone take pictures of it! There are very few people who’ve ever seen me naked, you know.”

“It’s natural to feel afraid, Harry. Society tends to teach us that our bodies are shameful things that need to be hidden away, but that’s just not true. I won’t force you to do this if you’re not comfortable. Your consent is of the utmost importance. But you did say you were looking for an opportunity to try something new, and this is something new.”

They sat in silence for a moment as Harry digested everything they had just talked about. Could he really model sex toys for her catalogue? He didn’t think there was anything wrong with the way he looked. In fact, he was actually quite proud of his body—he’d been working hard to get it to look the way he wanted it to, motivated by years of not being happy with his size as a teenager. Wouldn’t this be a great way to show it off, and maybe lose some of his shyness?

“I’d better go to St. Mungos,” he sighed.

“Why? Are you feeling ill?”

“Well, I must be out of my mind to agree to model for you.”

Luna clapped excitedly, though she was also laughing from his little joke.

“Don’t worry, Harry. You’re just as sane as I am.”

When Harry arrived at the studio on the morning of the photoshoot, there were pixies tumbling around in his stomach. He’d followed the grooming instructions Luna had given him and, in turn, she’d assured him that she had made the team as small as possible for his comfort. All he had to do was be there and follow instructions, and the photography team would take care of the rest.

In truth, it was actually a little exciting. He’d never considered modelling as a career, and he’d definitely never thought about doing it naked; but if this went well, maybe he would look into doing some of the clothed sponsorships that big companies kept offering him. It was a possibility that was starting to take root in his mind, and that was what motivated him to walk through the door, ready for the day.

“Hello? I’m here to do the photoshoot for Good Love?” he announced, not seeing anyone upon entering.

He heard rustling in the corner of the studio and turned to see a shockingly familiar head of blond hair straighten up from rummaging in a box. His worst fears were confirmed when the man turned to face him.

And that was how Harry found himself face to face with Draco Malfoy for the first time in over five years.

“Potter. Glad to see you’re on time. I’ll be directing today’s photography session.”

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Harry couldn’t believe it. What was Malfoy , of all people, doing here? A quick glance around the room told him that there was no one else around.

“Well, don’t just stand there with your mouth gaping like a fish. We’ll get to ball gags later.” Malfoy chuckled to himself at what he clearly thought was a hilarious joke. Harry didn’t know what a ball gag was, but from context, he could imagine it was something that would go in his mouth.  Surprisingly, the thought of being gagged was less terrifying than he would have thought.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” he demanded, finally finding his voice.

“Same thing as you. Well, not exactly the same. I’m here to take the pictures that you’re here to model for.”

“No way. There’s no way Luna hired someone like you. She said there would only be people she trusts on the team.”

“It is one of my biggest accomplishments in life to be able to say that Luna trusts me,” Malfoy said seriously. “Especially in this line of business, where trust is incredibly important.”

“This line of business? Are you an educator as well?”

Malfoy nodded. “Luna took me on as a mentee about 3 years ago, and I’ve been working with her ever since. It’s been a surprisingly fulfilling career.”

Harry regarded him carefully, still suspicious of his presence, when something clicked. 

“Wait, you said you were here to take the pictures. So which is it? Are you an educator, or a photographer?”

Malfoy shrugged. “I’m both. You told her you wanted as small a team as possible, so today I’m in charge of makeup, staging, posing, lighting, photography, editing, and safety.”

“You can’t possibly know how to do all that,” Harry insisted. “She made it sound like there would be at least three or four people here.”

“There were for the other model, but like I said, you wanted a small team, and this is as small as it gets.”

Harry stared at him in silence, unsure what else to say. He had barely come to terms with the fact that he would be modelling sex toys all day. Now it turned out he was going to do it in front of his school rival?

“I assure you that I am quite capable of conducting all aspects of a photoshoot,” Malfoy continued. “I was doing freelance photography for the Quibbler after the war, and that’s how I got talking to Luna about her sex education business. I took a couple of her classes and found I was very interested in the subject matter, so after some training and a few courses at a local Muggle college, she offered me a job.”

“You, posh git and stuffy pureblood, Draco Malfoy, went to a Muggle college? To study sex ed?”

Malfoy laughed at that, and Harry suddenly had an unfortunate realisation—Malfoy was attractive when he laughed. 

“Well, when you put it that way, it does sound rather incredible. Though I will say I was equally surprised when I was told that my model for a sex toy catalogue would be Harry Potter. It’s a good thing we didn’t do superlatives at Hogwarts—we’d have all gotten them terribly wrong.”

“Except for Luna. Everyone knew back then that she’d become a sex educator.” Harry wasn’t sure what made him say this, except that maybe he really wanted to see Malfoy laugh again. Merlin, what was wrong with him?

“I don’t remember you being this funny at school, Potter. But enough of the chit chat, we have work to do. What previous modelling experience do you have? Luna didn’t show me any of your work.”

“Um, I’ve actually never been a model before. I don’t know the first thing about how this all works.”

“You must be joking. You’re famous. Surely you’ve done photoshoots before?”

Harry shook his head. “I usually decline those requests. I think there was one, right after the war, but I don’t really remember much from that time.”

Malfoy’s expression sobered up at that. “That’s understandable. I, however, remember that time very clearly, and I know I haven’t thanked you yet. For saving my life on countless occasions, for testifying for me, and for ending the war. So, thank you, Potter.”

Harry nodded, but didn’t say anything. In his experience, the more he responded to comments about the war, the more people wanted to talk about it. As absurd a thought as it was, he’d rather be modelling sex toys right now.

As if Malfoy could read his mind, he turned to lead Harry deeper into the studio, pointing out different places and features. The majority of the studio had dark floors and walls, but the main section featured a round white dais. The section of wall behind it was also white, reflecting light from the large lamps that were set up around the dais. Malfoy explained that most of their photographs would be taken there because of the way the light was set up. They kept walking, past another section that had a black iron bed covered in lavender coloured sheets, this time with less bright lights. 

Beyond the staged bed, there was a series of doors. One led into a bathroom with a rather large shower. The washroom was also decorated in dark tones, with bright lights shining down into the glass shower. There was eucalyptus hanging from the shower head, giving the place a modern but relaxing vibe.

“We won’t need to do many pictures in here, but the shower is fully functional if you want to use it. Most models I’ve worked with have told me that the hot water is great for relaxing their muscles after holding still for so long.”

The next room was a small dressing room that Malfoy informed him was his. It had a deep blue loveseat, a large mirror and a few comfortable chairs. Harry found a very plush robe and matching slippers folded neatly on one of the chairs.

“Those are for you to use when you’re not on camera. I’ve added heating charms to both, I know the studio gets a little draughty in the winter. I’ve cast a bunch of warming charms in the shooting area as well, and the bright lights do get quite warm, but you can never be too careful.”

Finally, Malfoy led him over to a bunch of shelves that were covered in unfamiliar objects. 

“And here are all the products that need to be photographed. There are a few bigger items in the storage closet as well, but we’ll work our way through these first.”

“These are all sex toys?” Harry asked incredulously. “I never knew there could be so many. I thought at most there would be ten.”

“Really? Luna said you were available for a few days, though. Surely you had to know that meant a lot of pictures?”

Harry shrugged. “She didn’t actually tell me how long I needed to be here. I just told her I’m free for as long as it takes and she was happy with that.”

“Yes, she can sometimes be less than forthcoming on certain details. For your information, I’m guessing this will take us about three days. We’ll shoot today and tomorrow, take a break the day after, and then get back to work on Friday. Does that sound acceptable?”

Harry nodded. He hadn’t expected this to take so long, but it wasn’t like he had anything else going on in his life right now.

“I did want to talk to you about a couple more things. Luna said that your left hand was not to be in any pictures, nor your face. Is that because you don’t want people to know you’re the one in the images?”

Harry nodded, bringing his left hand up to show Malfoy. “It’s not something people talk about often, but this is a pretty unique scar, don’t you think?”

Malfoy frowned at the words etched into Harry’s hand.

“How do you feel about using a glamour? If I can make your hand look like any other hand, would you be comfortable using it in the catalogue?”

Harry considered it for a moment. “I guess so. I just don’t want the type of attention that would come with people realising that photos of my bare arse are available to the public.”

“Okay. We’ll apply some glamours then. It’s going to be a little tricky to get all the pictures I need without including your hands.”

He led Harry over to the dressing room, and held the door open for him. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and get ready. Remove all your clothes and put on the robe and slippers. Come join me by the daiswhen you’re ready.”

Harry undressed quickly and was glad to find that Malfoy had indeed added heating charms to the robe—it was rather cosy. He was also surprised to find a wand pocket on the inside of the robe. It wasn’t something he’d thought about, but it was reassuring to know it was there when he made his way back into the studio, stark naked under the robe.

Nervous as Harry was about his state of undress, Malfoy didn’t seem to care at all, acting the same way he would if Harry was still wearing his jeans.

“Ready? Okay, show me your hand so I can do the glamour.”

Harry presented his left hand, and with a few gentle taps from Malfoy’s wand, the scars Umbridge had given him disappeared. Harry didn’t often use a glamour on his hand—it was difficult to maintain—but he always felt a sense of relief when he did. Like he was just that much more normal.

“Any other scars on your body that we should cover up?”

“Um, I have a few, but I don’t know if they’re unique enough to identify me. I guess you might want to cover them for aesthetic reasons though. There’s a burn mark in the centre of my chest that’s kind of distinct and a few smaller scars from the war.”

“May I see? It sounds like we’ll need to cover that burn mark, but the others might be trivial.”

Harry hesitated for a moment. He’d have to remove the robe to show Malfoy his scars. It was silly, considering what he was here for, but he was still a little nervous about being naked in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he untied the robe and slipped it off in one fluid movement.

“Here, there’s a hook charm next to each set,” Malfoy said, casually taking the robe and hanging it up on thin air next to them. Harry’s surprise served to distract him just long enough for Malfoy to inspect the mark the locket had left on him and apply another glamour over it.

“Okay, that seems to be in order, and I don’t see anything else that really stands out. Are you ready to get started?”

Harry nodded, unsure what else he’d be waiting for.

“Do you have a preference of what you want to start with, from what you remember of the toys that were on the shelf?”

“Um, no? I don’t really know what any of them are, if I’m being honest.”

Malfoy considered him for a moment, before raising his wand and summoning a couple of objects.

“Okay, let’s start with dildos then.”

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Harry watched as a handful of dildos came flying over from the shelf. Those, he recognized, even if he’d never used one before. 

“We’ll start with some pictures of you holding them, so that you can get a feel for them. Put your robe back on if you want, you can just roll up your sleeves.”

Glad that they were off to an easy enough start, Harry pulled the robe down from the hook charm and slipped it back on. As he tied it back up, Malfoy waved his wand in a large, sweeping motion, turning on lights, summoning cameras, and lining the dildos up along the edge of the dais.

“We’ll start with that one,” Malfoy said, pointing to a cream-coloured dildo that looked normal enough. Harry picked it up hesitantly, surprised at the rubbery feeling of it. 

“It has a suction cup at the base. Stick it to the dais, and then stroke it, just a simple up and down.”

Harry did as he was told, feeling awkward as Malfoy leaned in with a handheld camera and started taking pictures. He did his best to stroke the dildo the way he would a real cock, but the angle was unnatural and he ended up doing more of a crude gesture than a natural stroke. Malfoy didn’t seem to mind though, and in less than a minute, he was giving instructions again.

“Use your other hand to fondle the balls.”

“Run your thumb over the tip.”

“Pick it up and balance it on your palm.”

Harry followed along, glad that Malfoy was giving clear instructions instead of assuming he knew what to do. He was trying not to focus too hard on the gestures he was making. One thing he’d been worried about was how to control his own arousal all day. He didn’t want to embarass himself by getting hard just from holding a few dildos. Malfoy had been quite professional so far, but there was no telling what he’d think of Harry sporting an erection in the middle of his shoot.

“Great, I think we’ve got what we need,” Malfoy said, staring at the screen on his camera. “Go ahead and pick another.”

They repeated the process several times with the variety of dildos Malfoy had summoned. With some of the more realistic-looking ones, Malfoy even summoned a bottle of milky white lube and had Harry squirt some of that over the toys and his hands. He wasn’t a huge fan of the slippery texture, but he had to admit it looked very much like someone had come all over his hand and the toys. He’d been relieved to move onto the fancier ones with odd shapes and mesmerizing prints, since Malfoy seemingly didn’t want to cover them with fake cum. These were beautiful enough on their own—there had even been one made from glass. Harry personally thought that was the nicest looking one, though he wasn’t sure how it would feel in use. 

The last dildo, however, was a shock. Harry wasn’t fully convinced that it wasn’t a joke, especially when Malfoy called it The Naughty Dragon . The enormous dildo ran the length of Harry’s forearm and was equally as thick. It had a tapered head that almost looked sharp, and the shaft was highly textured, covered in a variety of veins, spikes, and ridges. Toward the bottom, the shaft turned into a bulb before the flared base, almost like a set of balls in the middle of the shaft. The whole thing was covered in scales and shimmered as Harry picked it up, replicating the effect of dragonhide in the sunlight. They went through the same motions as they had with all the other dildos, and Malfoy even mixed some golden glitter into the lube this time. When Malfoy finally stood up again, tossing Harry a towel to wipe his hands before turning to look at his photos, Harry couldn’t help sighing in relief. He straightened up and stretched, having been hunched over for a while. If they were just going to take pictures of him holding these things, he didn’t see why they couldn’t use a chair and a table.

“Okay, now for the pictures of you actually using them,” Malfoy said, walking over to another camera balanced on a tripod. Harry couldn’t help the shocked gasp that escaped him as he looked down at the enormous dragon dildo that he was still holding. There was no way people actually fucked themselves with this thing… right?

“Oh, we don’t have to do that one,” Malfoy said quickly, apparently realising the source of Harry’s shock. “It’s more of a novelty item, and definitely only for experienced users. Unless, of course, you want to?”

Harry shook his head frantically, hurrying to put it down next to the others. He’d only had a dick up his arse once, and it had felt very full. He couldn’t imagine how this dragon dildo, which was at least 3 times the size of an average dick, could fit inside a human.

“Let’s start with this one,” Malfoy said, indicating the first dildo they’d taken pictures of. It was the smallest of the bunch, aside from the glass dildo, and Harry couldn’t help nodding in relief.

“So, for the first picture, we’ll have you on your hands and knees. I have a charm that will make the dildo move on it’s own, so you won’t have to worry about balancing. Since it’s a catalogue for the magical community, however, the pictures will be moving, so it needs to be penetrating, not just posed.”

With a wave of his wand, Malfoy summoned a bottle of rather normal looking lube. “Since this is a catalogue designed to sell sex toys, you’ll need to be, erm, visibly aroused , to make it convincing that the toys are actually enjoyable. I can give you some space while you get yourself to that point, and prep for the toys as well. Or you can go back to the dressing room if you prefer.”

Malfoy must have taken Harry’s shocked silence for assent, because he then turned and walked away, camera in hand. The sound of a door closing somewhere reminded Harry that he was here to work, as incongruous as that thought was with the actions he was about to take. With a sigh, he hung his robe up and opened the bottle of lube before laying down on the dais. It was surprisingly comfortable, not cold, the way the floor was, and cushioned, even though by all appearances it was a basic vinyl platform. 

It was awkward at first, laying in the centre of the large room and reaching down to finger his arse, but he soon got into it. He did his best not to make any noises as he stretched himself open, his cock stiffening from the stimulation on his prostate. Before long he was hard and confident he could take the cream-coloured dildo comfortably. He glanced around, wondering where Malfoy had gone. Should he go get him? Harry wasn’t fond of the idea of wandering around looking for him in this state of undress, but he also wouldn’t stay hard forever. Of course, he could keep tending to himself until Malfoy returned, but he wasn’t fond of the idea of being caught with his own fingers up his arse.

You forget what you’re here for, he chided himself. Of all the things that would probably be up his arse today, his fingers were of the least concern. Harry wondered for a moment how he could call Malfoy back, when the idea of sending a patronus popped into his head. He reached for his wand and cast the spell, only to hear a soft “fuck” from around the corner. Malfoy returned right away, looking both shocked and annoyed at the same time.

“Don’t you think a Patronus was overkill, Potter? We are in the same studio, after all.” Harry blushed as he realised Malfoy was right. He’d already been told that no one else was here. Going to find him, or even calling his name, would have been perfectly fine. Trying not to make eye contact, he picked up the towel Mafoy had left behind to wipe the excess lube off his hands and muttered a quick apology. Luckily Malfoy didn’t seem to want to dwell on his surprise either, and turned his attention to the dais.

“Ready? Good. So, hands and knees, facing away from me please.”

Harry did as he was instructed, feeling incredibly vulnerable in this position. It was a little humiliating to be showing his bare arse to the camera, but the thought also sent a little thrill up his spine. 

“I’m just going to adjust you a bit, if that’s alright,” Malfoy said, sounding much closer than he had a minute ago. Harry craned his neck to find that Malfoy was kneeling right behind him, hands hovering over his thighs. The thrill he’d felt moments ago returned as the reality of his situation came rushing back to him. This was Malfoy, who was waiting for Harry’s consent to get him into position to be fucked on camera. At Harry’s nod, Malfoy spread his legs a little wider, changed the angle at which his foot rested, and pushed lightly on his back, encouraging Harry to push his arse further up in the air. Harry shifted so that he was leaning on his forearms rather than his palms, trying not to dwell on the fact that this was the most intimate he’d been with anyone in… actually, he didn’t really want to think about how long it had been. 

“I’m also going to wipe your legs, some of the lube dripped out of you.”

Harry felt his cheeks flush at Malfoy’s statement. He barely felt the soft towel as he thought about how wanton he must look, posed as he was, with lube dripping out of his arse. He kept the thought at the front of his mind as Malfoy adjusted the lights and the cameras, willing his dick to stay hard. He didn’t know what it would be like to have to stroke himself in front of Malfoy, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out.

“Okay, ready?” 

Harry gave a weak “mmhmm” in response, and, after a whispered spell from Malfoy, he felt the tip of the dildo nudging at his entrance. He took a few deep breaths, trying his best to relax as it slowly pushed its way in. About an inch of the way in, Harry couldn’t help letting out a loud groan. This felt fucking fantastic. It was different from a real cock, but it still had the same stretch, and before long it was nailing his prostate dead on. The dildo was moving slowly; Harry wasn’t sure if that was for the purpose of the photograph or if Malfoy just assumed he’d want it to be more gentle. He thought of asking if it could move faster, but decided against it. He was here for Malfoy to take pictures of him, not to get off.

“Don’t be afraid to move in whatever way feels natural. Push back against it, cant your hips a bit. There you go, that’s good!”

Harry allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of the dildo’s movements, the way it filled him up slowly, brushing against his sweet spot before pulling right out to the tip again.  All too soon, it pulled out completely.

“Was that it?”

Malfoy shook his head. “I was hoping to get a few images of you on your back. Is that okay?”

Nodding, Harry rolled over, glad for the change of position—his arms were starting to get sore. After asking for his permission again, Malfoy arranged him so that his arms were hooked under his knees, pulling his legs up and exposing his intimate area. Harry tried not to look directly at Malfoy as the dildo went back in, but the only other place he could see was directly into the overhead light, which was blindingly bright. He eventually settled for watching the handheld camera, which was now floating around and taking pictures of its own accord while Malfoy managed the tripod. He once again imagined the pictures it was taking and had to admit that the idea of seeing someone in the position he was currently in was hot. 

“Okay, that should be enough.” Harry blushed as Malfoy looked up from the camera and met his gaze, seemingly unfazed by Harry’s lewd position. Harry tried to lower his legs quickly, but paused as he realised the dildo was still inside him. Now that it was no longer being directed by Malfoy’s spell, it was slowly squelching its way out of him. Mortified, Harry reached down and pulled it out. He did his best not to look at the string of lube that came out with it, holding it awkwardly while sitting up before he dared look at Malfoy again. He grimaced as he felt a bit more lube squelch out of him at the movement but, ever the professional, Malfoy simply tossed him the towel. 

“Which one do you want to do next?”

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Harry looked at the collection of dildos lying next to the dais, unsure which one he should pick. Having enjoyed the first one, he was eager to have something in his arse again, but the selection in front of him was a little overwhelming.

“How do you feel about this one?” Malfoy suggested, picking up another realistic looking dildo. This one was brown, and had more of a heft to it. It was a little thicker than the previous one, and longer too, though not by much. As Harry nodded and took the dildo from Malfoy, he realised it was actually quite similar to his own. He was sure everyone with a dick must have wondered at some point what it felt like to be fucked by themself, and couldn’t help feeling a little giddy at the thought that he might actually experience that. Well, sort of. Following Malfoy’s instructions, they repeated the process, and once again the dildo was removed before Harry could get any real satisfaction from it.

“Do you need more lube?” Malfoy asked as he picked up the third dildo. This one was longer than either of the others, and a bright purple colour. It was incredibly sparkly, the light from above the dais bouncing off of it in every direction. Where the other two had been opaque, this one was slightly translucent, reminding Harry a bit of jelly. Trying to keep in mind that this was definitely more solid than jelly, he re-focused his attention on Malfoy’s question.

“Um, I’m not sure,” Harry replied, turning around so that he was on his hands and knees again. “The last one went in pretty easily.”

“Okay. Pay attention to how this one feels, and if it’s uncomfortable at all, let me know. We can stop and add more, or we can add it before the next item.”

Harry tried to will his blush away as Malfoy said “we”. Did that mean he would be adding more lube? Was he going to stick his fingers up Harry’s arse? 

As it turned out, he was. Harry grimaced a bit as the third one entered, realising that it was not in fact, enough lube. Before he could say anything, Malfoy seemed to understand exactly what the issue was and cancelled the spell on the dildo.

“More lube? Here, do you want me to help?”

Harry hesitated. The thought of having to finger himself in front of Malfoy was a heady one. His cock was aching from the two dildos they’d already photographed — it wouldn’t take him long to get himself off. Maybe he could —

No, he thought firmly. If he couldn’t control himself, he’d have to let Malfoy do it. Gritting his teeth, he mumbled, “Would you mind? It’s an odd angle.” 

“Sure,” Malfoy said easily. Harry heard a murmured “Accio” and turned around just in time to see Malfoy put on a black latex glove, letting it snap into place around his wrist. Failing to suppress yet another shiver, Harry turned to face forward again and willed himself not to come.

Within moments, he felt Malfoy’s long, warm finger nudging at his rim, rubbing a thick glob of lube around it. He tried his best to relax and, as soon as he did, he felt Malfoy push just the tip of his finger past Harry’s rim. Trying desperately not to think about how long it had been since he’d had a finger inside him that wasn’t his own, Harry started reciting the ingredients for a forgetfulness potion. It seemed to work, since he got distracted by the fact that he couldn’t actually remember half of them. Before he knew it, Malfoy had removed his finger, though he left a trail of lube on the back of Harry’s thigh. Assuming it contributed to the fantasy that the photographs presented, Harry didn’t mention it.

“Okay, ready for the dildo?” Malfoy picked up the purple dildo, which had rolled off to the side, and poured a bit more lube on it. “I think this is the last one we’ll do, and then we can take a break before moving on to plugs.”

Harry nodded, and they started going through the now-familiar motions of photographing the use of a dildo. This one was larger, and Harry couldn’t say that he didn’t like the extra stretch of it. He could feel the heat building in his belly as it thrust in and out, though not quite at his ideal speed, keeping his orgasm just out of reach. Before long, Malfoy had him roll over, and the assault on his prostate continued. 

He felt a wave of relief course through him as Malfoy finally stepped away from his camera and cancelled the spell. He’d miraculously made it through all the dildo photographs without coming and could probably use the break to take care of himself. He stood up and was reaching for his robe, when Malfoy spoke again.

“Just a moment, we’re not quite done with this one. Since it has a suction cup base, Luna and I were discussing that a couple of photos demonstrating that function would be helpful. Do you mind just sticking it to the platform and then lowering yourself onto it on your knees?”

Fuck. He had to continue to fuck himself? Taking a deep breath, Harry nodded. He positioned himself above the dildo facing away from Malfoy, leaning forward a bit to brace himself on his hands.

“Whenever you’re ready, just start moving. Basic up and down should be fine, and arch your back.”

With a curt nod, Harry did as he was told, lowering himself onto the dildo. The angle was very different in this position, and Harry couldn’t help letting out a loud groan as the length of it brushed past his prostate. Without the spell guiding the dildo, Harry could move as fast as he wanted, and he soon started riding the dildo rather shamelessly. It only took a few thrusts before he finally fell over the edge, coming in thick spurts across the dais. He sighed in relief, glad to be rid of the tight feeling in his balls, before he remembered where he was and who was watching. Feeling his face flame, he turned to look at Malfoy, whose mouth was open in shock at the sight.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to — ”

“Oh, no, don’t apologize,” Malfoy blurted, snapping back to himself. “It… it’s a natural reaction to what you’ve been doing. I expected it to happen at some point, and I’m sure this won’t be the last time. Please don’t be embarrassed about your body doing what it should.”

Harry nodded, too shocked for words. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t expect Malfoy to ridicule him for what had happened, the way he might have if they were still teenagers, but he also hadn’t expected him to be so accepting about it. 

“I think we have enough of those pictures. I was hoping to also get one in the shower; it shouldn’t take more than a minute, and then you can use the shower to clean yourself up if you want.”

Surprised at the reasonable plan, Harry pulled the dildo off the platform with an obscene pop, and stood to follow Malfoy to the shower. Malfoy stuck out a freshly gloved hand for the dildo, and placed it at exactly the right height for Harry to push back against. He then adjusted the shower head so that it would only spray water from Harry’s waist down, before gesturing for Harry to get in. 

Harry stepped into the shower, leaning against the opposite wall and hovering with his arse just brushing the tip of the dildo. The water was blissfully warm against his skin, and he couldn’t wait until it was all over his body.

“Don’t worry about moving for this one,” Malfoy said, his camera already poised. “I know you must be sore by now. Just hold that position — yes, perfect — and, there!” He straightened up and looked directly at Harry, who was still frozen in place with the dildo against his arse.

“I can put that away. Why don’t you clean up and relax for a bit. We’ll start again in about 20 minutes.”

Harry nodded, unsticking the dildo from the shower wall and handing it back to Malfoy, whose hand was still gloved. Malfoy smiled softly at him before turning to walk out of the room. Harry found it hard to tear his eyes away from the sight of Malfoy walking away holding a dripping wet dildo and a camera in each hand. 

As predicted, the warm water felt like bliss on his sore muscles. The lavender soap that Malfoy had left for him, along with a fluffy towel, went a long way towards relaxing him, but the thoughts running through his mind were confusing and exciting. 

Malfoy had been surprisingly considerate throughout this whole session. Harry knew from his conversations with Luna that she taught people about asking for consent and being accepting of all sexualities. Logically, Harry knew that Malfoy must do the same, but it was completely different to see it in practice. He had felt surprisingly comfortable with what they’d done so far. He’d thought he would have felt much more embarrassed, displaying his arse to the man again and again while being fucked by a variety of sex toys, but it had felt more like a thrill than anything. He especially couldn’t get the thought of Malfoy’s fingers out of his head and hoped desperately that he’d be able to feel them on him — in him — again. His cock gave a little twitch just thinking about it. 

With that intriguing thought, he turned off the water and put on his robe, ready to keep going.

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He found Malfoy standing near the shelf of toys, probably contemplating what they would photograph next. Harry joined him and took the time to actually look at what they would be working with.

“What’s next?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound too eager. 

“If you’re up for more anal play, plugs and vibrators seem like a good natural progression. There’s also a set of anal beads here,” he added, picking up a string of beads that got progressively larger as they went.

“This might be a stupid question, but…” Harry hesitated, not even knowing where to start. 

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as a stupid question,” Malfoy offered. “Especially when it comes to sex.”

“That’s good, because I think I’m going to have a lot of them as we work through all these toys,” Harry admitted. “First question: what is a plug?”

Malfoy reached out and picked up an object from the shelf. It was similar to the dildos, except instead of a long shaft, the black silicone formed a tear-drop shaped bulb. The flare in the base was also much more prominent.

“This is an anal plug. It very much does what the name says. It goes in the same way as a dildo, but it stays put until you remove it.”

“Why… why would people want that?”

“Lots of reasons. Some people like the stimulation. Moving around while wearing a plug can stimulate the prostate and all the nerve endings in the anus. I’ve heard of people wearing them while going about their day, and it gives them little jolts of sensation every time it shifts. Some people use smaller plugs to get used to the idea of having something in their anus and work their way up to larger toys. Sometimes it’s used for kinky purposes, like a dominant plugging their submissive as a form of chastity or ownership.” Harry looked at the little black bulb in Malfoy’s hand, trying to digest everything he’d just heard.

“Honestly, the possibilities are endless with these things,” Malfoy said fondly. This revelation had Harry looking at him in a completely new light and, suddenly, Harry couldn’t help wondering if he had experience with any of the toys they were photographing.

“They come in a variety of shapes and sizes,” Malfoy continued. “Just like dildos. This one is part of a set of three. The other two are bigger, for people who want to work their way up to larger anal toys.”

He pointed out the larger plugs on the shelf, and something next to them caught Harry’s eye. 

“Is that a… tail?” he asked, unsure if he should be curious or scared. Malfoy nodded and gestured for Harry to pick it up. The plug was similar to the one in Malfoy’s hand, though this one was made of metal instead of silicone. Attached to the base was a tail made of grey and white fur. It was about as long as Harry’s forearm and reminded Harry a bit of a wolf tail.

“It is. This one actually changes colour,” Malfoy said, tapping it with his wand. The fur instantly changed to a beautiful ombré of blues. “This setting is my personal favourite, I think the blue colours are gorgeous.”

Harry looked up at him in disbelief. “Do you… erm, use this?” As he said it, he realised it was a very personal question, but before he could backtrack, Malfoy shook his head. 

“I haven’t had a chance to use this personally, though we use this model in the course about kink play that Luna and I teach.”

“Kink play… do people like to have a tail while having sex?”

“Sure. They’re common in pet play. Good Love only has this one, since it’s a small line of toys, but some companies sell tails for all sorts of creatures, like dogs, cats, pigs and horses.”

“They… oh.” Harry had so many questions running around in his head, but he was having trouble voicing any of them.

“Any more questions?” Malfoy asked.

“So many,” Harry admitted. “But I think we’re getting off topic here. So anal plugs go in the same way as dildos. Got it. And, um, you said vibrators?”

“Yeah. Same concept as a plug, but it’s got a spell on it that makes it vibrate, for more stimulation. We’ve got two here: one that responds to a wand, and one that responds to a remote.”

“Is that to make it easier to control? So you don’t have to reach down to turn it on or off?”

Malfoy nodded. “That’s one reason. Or you could give it to a partner to control. Imagine wearing it in public or while you were working and not knowing when it would turn on or off.”

Harry did imagine it. What would it be like to be walking down Diagon Alley, perusing the books at Flourish and Blotts as a vibrator stimulated his arse, ordering ice cream at Fortescue’s while trying not to let on what was happening, how close he was to coming? Would he have the type of self-control needed not to give in to the sensations and to keep himself from coming in the middle of the street? Was it something people did often? Had he walked past people on the street who had plugs or vibrators in their arse?

“Merlin. Exactly how many different ways are there to have sex?” he finally asked. They’d barely scratched the surface of all the toys available, and yet Harry felt like he’d already gained hundreds of new ideas. There were still shelves full of a variety of objects, all designed for some type of sexual pleasure.

“Honestly, Potter, probably too many to count. There’s no one right way to have sex.”

“And yet here we are trying to photograph them all. Speaking of which, I guess we should get back to it?”

“Yes, you’re right.” Malfoy waved his wand, sending all the plugs and vibrators—including the one with the tail—over to the dais. He then turned to Harry with a smirk.

“Well, Potter, you know the drill. On your hands and knees, please.”

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Harry felt himself flush at Malfoy’s instruction. He walked over to the dais, hanging up his robe as he went, before kneeling down and looking up at Malfoy, who had followed him over. From his position on the floor, Harry remembered what Malfoy had said about how some people use plugs: “... like a dominant plugging their submissive…”

He was sure it wasn’t what Malfoy had intended, but he certainly felt submissive, kneeling naked on the floor, waiting for Malfoy’s attention, while Malfoy stood around checking his camera, fully clothed.

“Do you want to prepare yourself for the plugs?” Malfoy suggested. “I just need to adjust a few things, but the lube is right there.”

Oh no, Harry thought. This was exactly what he’d been trying to avoid. It was one thing to sit around having Malfoy do things to him, but to finger himself in front of him? This was going to be mortifying. Or, rather, more mortifying than anything else they’d done so far. He glanced at his robe, thinking he could maybe go to the dressing room, but that felt a little ridiculous. He was already kneeling naked here, and he’d already had a variety of implements (including Malfoy’s fingers) inside of him. He couldn’t be bashful about his body now.

Gritting his teeth, Harry poured out a dollop of lube, lifted up on his knees and reached behind him. His rim was still a little sensitive from the dildos, but it took only moments for the slide of his finger to become pleasurable again. As he added a second, Harry crooked his finger, brushing lightly against his prostate. One benefit of doing this himself was that he could get a little pleasure out of it, whereas Malfoy hadn’t come close to his sweet spot. He was just starting to get into it when a loud crash came from behind him. Harry twisted around suddenly to find Malfoy scrambling to pick up a fallen tripod.

“Sorry about that,” Malfoy stuttered. “I’m not usually this clumsy.”

“Well, at least it was just a tripod, right? Nothing serious?”

“Yeah. Nothing serious.” Harry watched as Malfoy righted the tripod, tucking it into a corner and out of sight. 

“Um, do you still need a minute?” Malfoy asked, his eyes darting briefly down to Harry’s arse. Harry’s face flamed as he realised he still had two fingers inside himself and that he must look very lewd. He yanked his hand out of and away from his arse, berating himself internally for the whimper he made at the sudden change.

“Oh, no, I’m ready,” he mumbled. “Hands and knees, you said?”

“Sure. I’m guessing from our conversation that you’ve never used a plug before. Shall I help you put the first one in?”

Harry was about to protest that he was able to do it himself, but the thought of having Malfoy’s hands on him again was rather alluring. He nodded, and it wasn’t until the head of the plug was pushing against his rim that he realised he wanted Malfoy to use these toys on him. Was he attracted to Malfoy?

Harry let out a soft mmph as his hole yielded to the widest part of the plug. The rest of it slid in smoothly, and he wiggled his bum a little to test the feeling of it. He couldn’t decide if he liked it or not. The weight of it in his arse was rather pleasant, and he liked the feeling of fullness, but it was just sitting there, the most gentle pressure against his prostate. There was no movement to bring him to a climax, like there had been with the dildos. 

“Could you spread your knees a bit more, and arch your back? There, perfect!”

As Harry shifted position, he suddenly felt it. The brush of the plug as it moved with his body was gentle, but definitely noticeable. As the camera flashed behind him, Harry once again thought back to what Malfoy had explained about plugs, and he came to the conclusion that this really was more of a passive toy. The kinkier options Malfoy had explained seemed more fitting for him, and his eyes wandered over to the tail sitting at the edge of the dais, still charmed blue. 

Taking photos of the plugs was going much faster than the dildos. They quickly fell into a rhythm of Malfoy taking a few shots before swapping out each plug for the next, leaving Harry feeling empty each time, waiting to be filled once more. His mind continued to wander as they progressed through the various plugs. Did people who pretended to be a dog during sex only use the tail? Or were there other accessories as well? He’d seen many cat ears in muggle shops around halloween, simple felt triangles glued to a headband. Could those possibly be used as well?

“Okay, next up is a set, but I think we’ll be fine to just photograph one. They’re all the same, just different colours.”

Harry looked over and was surprised to see a mischievous grin on Malfoy’s face. Unsettled, he lifted himself off the dais and went to peer over Malfoy’s shoulder at what was in the wooden box he was holding. It turned out to be a collection of four identical metal plugs, each with a jeweled base. The only difference was the colour of the jewel on each plug—the four colours matched the four Hogwarts houses.

“I think this one will suit nicely,” Malfoy teased, picking up the green one. “It even matches your eyes.”

Harry couldn’t help laughing. He’d been scared for a moment that there was something more nefarious at play, but he’d been learning all morning that Malfoy was much more mature than he’d been five years ago. Even his teasing about Hogwarts houses was obviously just a lighthearted joke.

“If you say so,” Harry purred, returning to his position on the dais. “You’re the one with an eye for photography.”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes at him.

“You do understand that these are house themed plugs, right? And that I’ve chosen the Slytherin one? Wouldn’t it betray some Gryffindor code of honour to wear this?”

Harry grinned at him, armed with a surprise of his own. “I don’t think it betrays any code of honour, but I was supposed to be in Slytherin anyway, so I don’t think it really matters.”

“You… what? You were supposed to be in Slytherin? ” Harry was enjoying Malfoy’s stuttering at the revelation, but he was also curious what the metal plug would feel like. He wiggled his arse, beckoning Malfoy toward him.

“I was. So why not put me where I belong, Malfoy?”

“Merlin.” Malfoy exhaled heavily, putting down the wooden box and joining Harry on the dais. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Potter?”

“I could be full of something else — oooh, it’s cold!” That drew a laugh from Malfoy, who proceeded to push the plug all the way in and return to his camera. 

“Don’t worry, Potter. You’re hot enough that you’ll warm it up in no time.”

Harry pondered that for a moment. 

“Are you flirting with me?” he finally asked, looking over his shoulder at Malfoy.

“Preposterous,” Malfoy said, not looking up from his camera. His tone, however, indicated that it wasn’t a very preposterous thought at all. Harry let it go, unsure if that was a can of worms he was ready to open at the moment. He chose instead to focus on the feeling of the metal plug. It had felt a lot smoother going in than the silicone one, but it was also heavier and less yielding. It was definitely more intense than the silicone ones, and, as he shifted his weight a bit, he found that the sensation it provided was also stronger. He decided he liked the metal ones better, which was good, because despite Malfoy’s teasing, they did in fact photograph all four house plugs. 

“Are you getting used to the feeling of them now?” Malfoy asked as he removed the Hufflepuff plug. 

“I think I like the dildos better. It was a bit maddening that the plug was there, knowing that I probably wouldn’t get off from it, unless I was constantly moving.”

“Yes, if you’re looking for a release, a dildo will probably serve you better, though it is possible to climax using a plug. For the most part, however, I think people tend to appreciate plugs for the anticipation they create. It forces the wearer to be disciplined and focus on the pleasure they might receive in the future, once it’s removed. Though there are also specialty ones.”

“Like the tail one?” Harry asked, reaching out to stroke his hand along the soft fur. 

“Yes, as well as this one.” Malfoy picked up a clear plug that Harry hadn’t paid attention to before and turned it so that Harry was looking at the tip. Or, at least, at where the tip should be. Upon closer inspection, he found the plug was hollow, creating a tunnel.

“This is a tunnel plug. It’s designed to hold a person open and on display to anyone who cares to look. Luna designed this one brilliantly, because it has protective charms to prevent the user’s passage from getting irritated, the way it often does when using a non-magical version of this toy.”

Harry’s jaw dropped as he learned exactly how it worked. 

“Are we going to, erm, photograph that one?” he asked timidly. It was definitely a larger plug, but if he was being honest with himself, it was the exposure that was causing his trepidation. What did the inside of his bum look like? Did he really want to be displaying it in Luna’s catalogue?

“It’s on the list, but I understand if it’s not something you’re willing to try. Like I said, I’d never push you to do something you’re not okay with.”

“Well…” Harry hesitated. He’d gotten used to the thought of being naked on camera, but this was even more than that. Surely the inside of his body couldn’t look very appealing. Could it?

“I… we could try it?” he suggested meekly. Luna had told him that he could back out at any time and that any picture that didn’t sit well with him wouldn’t be published. He trusted her not to go back on her word, so surely there was no harm in trying it out? Then, if he looked awful, he could always veto the image.

The tunnel plug didn’t feel too different from the others at first, though it was definitely larger. Malfoy ended up bringing out the gloves again, stretching Harry open at a leisurely pace. Harry couldn’t help thinking that Malfoy was being surprisingly gentle with him–he was even rubbing his back with his free hand, trying to get him to relax. Harry took a few deep breaths, allowing himself to get lost in the calming feeling of Malfoy’s hands before the plug finally popped into place. When Malfoy finally moved away, Harry pushed back a fraction and was surprised that he could feel cool air inside of him. Was his hole opened that wide? 

Instead of returning to the tripod, Malfoy grabbed hold of the camera that had been floating around all morning, crouching directly behind him. Harry felt his heart pounding when he heard the soft “click” of the camera and Malfoy shuffling around. He stared at the wall in front of him, mentally re-evaluating all of the life choices that had brought him to this moment, where Draco Malfoy was photographing the inside of his anus. He’d never be able to look the man in the eye again.

“I’m going to drip some lube through it for artistic effect, if that’s okay?”

Harry nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. He vaguely felt the lube dripping down his thigh, and Malfoy’s finger guiding it where he wanted it, but Harry wasn’t enjoying the touch this time. What if Malfoy stuck his fingers through the tunnel? Would it feel the same as it had before or would he be more sensitive on the inside? Would it tickle? How would it feel for Malfoy, without Harry’s arse clenching around his fingers? 

Thankfully, Malfoy only seemed to want a couple of pictures with the lube.

“That should be enough for this plug. You can take it out and wipe your leg now.”

Harry sat up faster than he thought was possible. The plug pushed a little deeper when he sat on it, but it was better than being exposed in that way. Lifting up onto his knees, he worked it out of him as quickly as possible, sighing in relief as it came out. His arse clenched a few times at the empty feeling, but Harry ignored it in favour of watching Malfoy flip through the images he’d just taken. Curiosity burning under his skin, he summoned his robe and made his way to Malfoy’s side.

“Can, um… can I see the pictures? The ones we just took?”

Malfoy looked up at him in surprise, before nodding and tilting the camera toward him. Harry had been surprised, earlier, to see Malfoy using a digital camera, but he was glad for it now.

“I think this photo might be the one,” he said, showing Harry a picture of his own arse, held open with the plug. It wasn’t nearly as revealing as he’d thought it would be. Everything beyond his rim looked dark, so it really just looked like a wider plug. As he watched, Malfoy flipped through a few more shots, each getting progressively closer, but only the last one revealed anything past the base of the plug and, even then, all he could see was dark red skin—or maybe it was muscle?

“I wasn’t sure what it would look like,” Harry said, feeling relieved that it wasn’t as grotesque as he’d imagined. 

“Was that bothering you? You seemed uncertain with this one.”

Harry nodded, feeling a little silly now. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, all this is pretty new to me. I’ve barely wrapped my head around the fact that you’re taking pictures of me while I’m naked. I never expected there would be pictures of my insides as well.”

“If it makes you feel better, I really don’t think we’ll use one where you can actually see the muscles inside you. I think this one, where the shadow makes it all look black, is going to be the one.”

“Okay. That one looks good. Thanks for letting me look.”

“Of course. You’re welcome to see any of the pictures we’ve taken so far if you’d like.”

Harry shook his head, returning to the dais. “Maybe later, but I’m sure they’re great. I trust you.”

And as improbable as it was, he meant it.

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Bolstered by the fact that the tunnel plug hadn’t looked as bad as he’d thought it would, Harry picked up the tail plug.

“What other colours does this one have?”

“You can cycle through them. Just tap your wand to the fur and think the word ‘change.’”

Harry was aware of Malfoy watching him as he retrieved his wand and started shuffling through the colours. After the blue came a soft pink, followed by a pitch black that reminded him of Sirius. Not wanting to think about his godfather in this situation, he moved on to rich brown, after which came a bright red.

“I like this one,” Harry said, smirking up at Malfoy. Malfoy laughed at that.

“Yes, nothing like a kinky butt plug to show your house pride. I’m sure you’ll love the next one too.”

Curious, Harry tapped the plug again, revealing an emerald green. It was his turn to laugh as he held it up to his face.

“What do you think? Does this match my eyes too?”

Interestingly enough, Malfoy blushed as he nodded, but Harry didn’t really dwell on it because the soft fur had just rubbed against his cheek. It didn’t feel like the mouldy synthetic fur coats that Aunt Marge used to toss at him whenever she visited. It felt very natural and cosy, and Harry was certain there must be some charmwork at play to make it feel so nice.

“Shall we get on with the photographs, or do you want to continue rubbing up against the tail?” Malfoy teased. Harry huffed at the remark, changing the colour back to red just to be contrary.

“Hands and knees again?” he asked, already turning around.

“Actually, just on your knees. Keep your back upright, facing away from the camera. If you can reach behind you and hold the tail out, that would be great.”

Harry picked up the plug and slid it in. It was much smaller than the tunnel plug had been and so it went in quite easily. Satisfied that it was in place, he slid his hand along the soft fur to grab hold halfway down the tail.

“Lovely. Leave a bit of slack on the tail–there you go, perfect.”

Harry heard the camera click a few times before Malfoy spoke again.

“If it’s not uncomfortable to wear, do you mind doing pictures of all the colours? It’s a pretty unique feature on this type of plug and Luna wanted to highlight it.”

“Yeah, it feels fine.” At Harry’s response, Malfoy stepped forward, and Harry felt the gentle tap of his wand jostle the plug slightly. Glancing down at the portion of the tail in his hand, he could see it was back to green.

They continued on through the different colours. Harry decided to be cheeky when they got to the blue ombré and gave the end of the tail a twirl. Malfoy laughed delightedly, explaining to Harry that a gesture like that would make the magical pictures all that much better. He then insisted that Harry do the same thing for all the remaining colours. It had been meant to be something silly, but as they did it over and over, Harry found he rather liked showing off in front of Malfoy. 

“Okay, great. Let’s also get some pictures on your hands and knees with you shaking your hips a bit.”

This had been closer to what he’d imagined when Malfoy had said “pet play” He thought back to the shelf of toys, trying to remember if he’d seen anything else along the same lines, like cat ears. He considered asking Malfoy, but he wasn’t sure if it was odd to be so interested in something kinky. What would Malfoy think of him asking how pet play worked?

Though, if he was being fair, Malfoy had been really considerate all morning, and he did work with Luna. He’d even said he taught a class about it. Surely he’d be one of the best people to ask.

In the end, Harry chickened out and simply nodded when Malfoy suggested they move on to the vibrators. He remained on his hands and knees as Malfoy removed the tail plug and inserted a black vibrator, which was about the same size as the tail plug had been.

“This is the remote-controlled one,” he explained, showing Harry the little plastic rectangle. “This screen shows you the setting it’s on–right now it’s off, but it goes right up to 5–and these buttons move the setting up or down. I’m going to have it hovering next to you so that both pieces can be seen in the photo.”

Harry nodded, unsure why Malfoy felt the need to explain all the buttons on the remote. Perhaps having been raised as a pureblood, he found concepts like a remote fascinating or strange. The behaviour reminded Harry of Arthur Weasley, and the comparison immediately made Harry like Malfoy a little bit more. Harry shrugged it off, holding still for the photos. A few clicks later, Malfoy returned to his side.

“Now we need the photos of it in action. I’ll let you hold the remote and control the setting it’s at. You want to aim for something that’ll make you respond physically. Squirm, thrust, shake, whatever feels natural to you, as long as you’re moving.”

Oh. So maybe Malfoy wasn’t as fascinated by remotes as Harry thought. Harry reached out nervously, plucking the remote from where it was hovering in thin air, and thought back to Malfoy’s explanation of all the buttons. He set it at level one, figuring he may as well start small and work his way up. 

“Aaahh–” Harry couldn’t help moaning as he started to feel the vibration. The sensation was incredible. The angled head was hitting his prostate perfectly, and the sensations were non-stop. He could feel the vibrations spreading out into his body, up to his abdomen and down toward his thighs.

Remembering Malfoy’s instructions to move, Harry started rocking back and forth. He was surprised at how quiet the toy was. Wondering if it was just because of the low setting, he turned it up a notch.

Harry let out a loud gasp as the vibrating intensified. Drops of pre-cum were forming on the tip of his dick, and he knew that if this kept up he’d probably come pretty soon.

“Spread your legs a bit, Potter.” Harry complied, spreading his legs and thrusting his bum toward the camera. He could feel a few drops of pre-come leaking out of his cock, and he desperately wanted to reach down and stroke himself. He had just enough presence of mind to remember that he was being photographed, however, and held himself back.

“Excellent. Okay, you can turn this one off and we can switch to the other one.”

Harry wasn’t thrilled with the idea of turning the vibrator off–the sensations were quite pleasurable, and he knew he was close to coming. It was only the promise of a second vibrator that gave him the willpower to press the off button, letting out a deep sigh as the assault on his prostate stopped.

“How are you holding up?” Malfoy asked as switched out the vibrators. “I was thinking we could finish with the second vibrator and then take a break for lunch. There’s a lovely cafe just down the street.”

“I… yeah. Lunch sounds good.” Harry was sure his voice sounded strained–he was on edge from the sensations of the first vibrator, and eager for the second one. 

“Great. Ready for the next one?”

“Please,” Harry begged. He wiggled his hips a little, hoping to make a point, and thankfully Malfoy didn’t delay. With a swift pop, the second vibrator was inside him. Malfoy seemed to push a little harder when inserting this one, and Harry felt the head hit his prostate right away. He muttered a couple of expletives as a bit more pre-come dripped from his cock.

“This one only has two settings, and it’s controlled by a wand,” Malfoy explained, ignoring Harry’s reaction to the vibrator. “I’ll just turn it on to the first level for you, unless you want something stronger?”

“Um, yes. The first level should be fine. Otherwise I might not last until we’re done,” he chuckled nervously.

“Ah. Well it won’t be long now, this is the last one, and then you can, er, have some time to yourself, if you want.”

Harry nodded, barely registering what Malfoy was saying. He just wanted the damn vibrator to turn on again.

A moment later his wish was granted. The first level on this vibrator felt as strong as the second on the previous one. Harry could feel the heat rising in his groin as the vibrator worked, and he clenched his fists in an effort to control his orgasm. 

“You’re doing great Potter, good movement. Just a few more now.”

Harry nodded, even though Malfoy probably couldn’t see it, focused as he was on taking pictures of Harry’s arse. It suddenly hit Harry all over again that he was naked on his hands and knees, moaning and writhing wantonly, and about to come, all while Malfoy was taking pictures of him. The thrill he’d felt earlier at being exposed returned, and that was all it took to push him over the edge. He came with a loud “fuck!” , his thighs shaking and pleasure consuming every part of his body. The vibrations continued as he spurted semen onto the dais, and, as if a switch had flipped in his body, the sensations suddenly became too much.

“Oh, aaah, stop, Malfoy!” He knew his babbling probably didn’t make much sense, but as soon as he’d said stop, the vibrations ceased. He was about to flop down onto the dais, when he remembered he’d just come on it and would land in a pool of it. With a groan, he rolled over and away from the wet spot before removing the vibrator.

“That looked intense,” Malfoy commented.

“It was. I never knew I could feel like that.”

“I think a lot of people are surprised when they use a vibrator for the first time. The important thing is that you enjoyed it.”

Harry nodded, sitting up so he could look at Malfoy. Some leftover instinct from their school days expected Malfoy to have a mocking expression on his face, but in reality, he looked a little embarrassed. He wasn’t quite meeting Harry’s eye, looking instead at the now silent vibrator.

“Yeah, I did. Er, sorry I came in the middle of the shoot, though. Did you need more pictures?”

Malfoy shook his head. “You were moving a lot near the end, so I think I got some pretty good shots. Do you want to have a shower before heading out for lunch?”

“A hot shower sounds incredible right now.” Harry stood up and grabbed his robe, sighing as he slipped into the plush material. He stepped off the dais, before remembering the mess he’d left behind. As he pulled out his wand and cast a gentle scourgify, it struck him that he’d left come all over the dais earlier, too. Malfoy must have cleaned it while he was in the shower. The thought made Harry feel a little guilty–he should know by now to clean up after himself. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” Malfoy said casually. Harry turned to find he had a rag in hand, and blushed at the thought that Malfoy might have cleaned the evidence of his last orgasm by hand. “I’m going to disinfect the area anyway, I would have cleaned it.”

“Uh, I just felt rude… leaving a mess like that,” Harry mumbled.

Malfoy waved off his concerns. “Don’t worry about it. I promise Luna is paying me more than enough to justify cleaning a bit of come.”

The joke did what Malfoy had probably intended–the atmosphere lightened considerably, and Harry felt a little more at ease again.

“Well, I’m sure she’s not paying you to clean me up as well, so I’ll just go hop in the shower.”

It wasn’t until Malfoy's eyes widened that Harry realised how awkward his statement sounded. Mortified, he turned and all but ran toward the bathroom. 

As he stepped into the spray of warm water, he let his head fall heavily against the tiled wall. Two orgasms in one morning had exhausted him. It didn’t help that they had both been in front of Malfoy, who Harry was starting to realise he might be attracted to. He hadn’t really meant anything with his comment about Malfoy cleaning him, but now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t help imagine what it would be like to have Malfoy’s hands on him under the hot water, wet hands caressing his skin, soaping him up and rinsing him off. Malfoy probably looked like a dream when he was wet, with water cascading down his chest and his platinum hair turning dark under the water. Despite having come barely five minutes ago, Harry could feel himself getting turned on again at the thought.

But surely Malfoy wasn’t interested in him. Anyway, this was supposed to be a strictly professional photoshoot. Trying to keep that reminder firmly at the front of his mind, Harry turned off the water. 

He just wished his dick would remember too.

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It was both a relief and a little disappointing to put his clothes back on after his shower. Surprisingly, Harry was enjoying trying out all the sex toys in Luna’s product line. He’d never imagined that there could be so many possibilities with sex. He especially loved the vibrator; the intense sensations had quickly brought him to a very satisfying orgasm. Eager to experience it again, he made a note to get one for himself.

Once he was dressed, he joined Malfoy near the front of the studio. Malfoy was placing the plugs and vibrators back on the shelf, having clearly cleaned them all.

“Ready? I’ll just finish putting these away and then we can head out.”

“Actually, do you mind if I ask you a question?”

Malfoy turned to look at him and nodded.

“I just, uh, you mentioned earlier that the vibrator… the one with the remote, could be given to someone else to control. Do people really do that?”

Malfoy tilted his head, considering Harry’s question. The toys on the shelf seemed long forgotten. “People who put themselves in such a position usually enjoy surrendering control. They don’t need to make decisions or take charge of anything. They can just let the stimulation happen when it does, and know that they’ll be taken care of by whoever is holding the remote. Likewise, the partner controlling the remote takes responsibility for making sure they are fulfilling their partner’s needs, whether it be a need for stimulation or a need for a break.”

Harry thought about that for a moment. “When you explain it like that, it actually sounds rather appealing. I can’t begin to count all the times in my life I didn’t want to be the one in charge. But the sensations from that vibrator were quite strong. If someone was using it out in public, I imagine it would take a lot of control not to let on what they were doing to people around them.”

“Yes. Sometimes it’s presented as a challenge, to see how discreet one can behave. Sometimes it’s a way of forcing them to let go, by potentially embarrassing or exposing themself in public. It can cause a lot of anticipation, waiting for it to turn on, and, likewise, a lot of desperation wanting it to turn off or not. It also takes a lot of trust in one’s partner to know they won’t go overboard, that they’re keeping an eye out for you. Depending on the goal, the partner holding the remote would employ more or less sensation.”

Harry shivered at the thought. Everything Malfoy was describing sounded surprisingly appealing.

“I’m glad that this seems to be a learning opportunity for you,” Malfoy continued. “A lot of people don’t realise how much you can enjoy using sex toys with a partner, since they’re often marketed to be used for solo masturbation.”

“I’m definitely learning a lot,” Harry agreed. “But I don’t have a partner to try all these ideas with. Haven’t for a while now.”

“Really? I know there hasn’t been anything in the papers, but I’ll admit I wondered if you were perhaps seeing someone secretly.”

Harry shook his head. “It’s not easy finding people who actually want to date me for me and not for my celebrity status. I can imagine it’s going to be even more difficult finding someone who won’t run away screaming if I tell them I want to try using a vibrator in public.”

He’d meant it as a joke, and chuckled a bit, but Malfoy had a serious look on his face.

“Of course, it can be a little daunting to talk to a partner, or a potential partner, about your kinks, but the vibrator is something you don’t need a relationship for. You could do it yourself,” Malfoy suggested. He hesitated, as if an idea had just occurred to him, before looking purposefully at Harry. “Or, if you’re up for it now, I could help?” 

Harry gave him an incredulous look, wondering if he’d heard properly. Malfoy had just offered to help him try a sex toy, in public? His first instinct was to turn down the offer and play it off as a joke, but when he paused to actually think about it, the idea was really hot.

“Sure,” Harry replied, sounding more confident than he felt. “Let’s try it.” 

Now it was Malfoy’s turn to look gobsmacked. “I… really?”

Harry nodded, though he could feel himself blushing. “I’m curious about what it’s like. If you don’t mind, let’s try it now while we’re out for lunch.”

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, and Harry was just about to back track, when Malfoy seemed to come back to himself.

“No, uh, I don’t mind. Do you want to… um, why don’t you go back to the dressing room to get ready, and then we can head out?”

Harry leaned over and picked up the vibrator from the shelf. Curious, he pressed the button on the remote, wanting to see how it felt in his hands. The sensation didn’t feel as strong while he was holding it, though it was definitely noticeable.

Turning it off, he handed the remote to Malfoy and was about to go back to the dressing room when a wave of doubt rolled over him. Was he really going to wear this in public? It was bound to make him hard, and it would take a lot of concentration not to come. How was he going to walk past strangers on the street while experiencing the most private sensations without letting on?

He considered going to the dressing room and pretending he’d put it in, just so that he wouldn’t appear cowardly in front of Malfoy. But wasn’t that just as cowardly, in a completely different way? Looking down at the little black toy in his hand, he realised if he didn’t seize this opportunity, he’d regret it. He’d spend ages, if not the rest of his life, wondering what it would have been like to give that control to someone else. Didn’t handing over control to Malfoy also mean handing over these worries and trusting him?

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’ll just put it in here,” he said, reaching down to undo his zipper. “No need to go all the way back there.”

In for a knut, in for a galleon, he thought to himself, lowering his jeans and pants. It wasn’t like Malfoy hadn’t already seen everything anyway. He picked up the bottle of lube that was also on the shelf and squirted some onto his fingers, before bracing himself against the wall with his other arm. He was a bit sensitive from all their morning activities, but after a minute he found he didn’t mind the feeling. It wasn’t long before he felt relaxed enough for the vibrator and slid it in. 

He heard a light cough behind him and turned to find Malfoy standing much closer than he’d initially been, handing him another towel. Harry made quick work of wiping his hands and fixing his clothes, but he was conscious of Malfoy staring at him the whole time.

“Er, shall we?” he asked, gesturing to the door. Malfoy shook his head and slipped the remote into his pocket.

“Not so fast. What’s your safe word?”

“My what?”

“Your safe word. We need to agree on a word that acts as a code for stop, in case it becomes overwhelming for you or something comes up and we can’t continue. If you say it at any time, I’ll immediately turn off the vibrator, and you can step away to take it out, or we can come straight back here.”

“Can’t I just ask you to stop?”

Malfoy gave him a wry smile. “Suppose we’re in a crowded area and you decide it’s too much. Are you really going to feel comfortable turning to me and saying, “ Hey, can you turn off the vibrator?” where anyone could hear?”

Harry thought of how crowded Diagon Alley would be around lunch time and decided that he definitely didn’t want that. 

“I wouldn’t know what to use. Something like ‘spell’?”

“I usually recommend muggle vocabulary, so that it’s not something you would accidentally say in your day to day conversation. How about ‘parachute’?”

Harry thought about it. “So I would say something like, ‘Hey Malfoy, have you ever tried using a parachute?’ and you would know that I wanted you to stop?”

“Sure. Or even if you just say the word ‘parachute,’ I would get the message without everyone around us knowing what’s going on.”

“Okay. Parachute. Sounds like a plan to me. Shall we head out now?” Not waiting for a response, Harry made his way to the door and was about to open it, when Malfoy spoke again.

“Actually, one more thing.”

Harry paused with his hand on the handle and looked back at Malfoy, who was twirling the remote in his fingers with a playful smirk on his face.

“If I’m going to be in charge of your vibrator, the least you could do is call me Draco.”

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Harry had never felt so-self conscious in his life. He couldn’t help glancing around nervously as they made their way to the cafe, and it was taking every ounce of control he had to walk normally. He’d started off walking too deliberately, lifting his feet a bit too high and not noticing until Malf–no, Draco–had pointed it out while clearly trying very hard not to laugh. The vibrator wasn’t uncomfortable, but he was very aware of its presence, pressing gently on his prostate with every movement he made. He still wasn’t used to the feeling of something holding him open, and feeling it while walking was especially weird.

The cafe was only a few doors down, but it felt like they were walking for ages. The streets were especially busy this time of year–in the lead up to the winter solstice and the new year, it felt like everyone in Magical Britain was out and about. Harry tried to return all the smiles and polite greetings that came his way, but he wasn’t completely sure he’d succeeded. He felt a certain sense of relief when they reached the cafe, glad to be away from the gazes of everyone out on the street.

The host had just turned to greet them when Harry realised things were about to get a whole lot worse. He looked away in shock as the vibrator suddenly came to life, giving a slow and steady buzz at the first setting. He didn’t hear the conversation that transpired between the host and Draco, but thankfully regained his wits in time to follow them to a little table by the window. 

“How are you holding up?” Draco asked softly, handing him a menu. Harry took a deep breath, shifting a bit in his seat before he nodded.

“O…okay,” he said breathlessly. “What… erm, what’s good here?”

Seemingly satisfied that Harry was okay, Draco relaxed in his seat and started talking about the grilled chicken and avocado sandwich. Harry did his best to focus on the conversation and eventually got drawn into discussing which sandwich and soup combinations were the best. The vibrations continued, but as Harry enjoyed the easy conversation with Draco, the feeling in his arse faded into the noise and scents of the busy cafe. 

It wasn’t until the server arrived to offer them drinks that Harry remembered to feel self-conscious again. He opened his mouth to order a butterbeer, hoping he could keep his voice even, when the vibrator turned off. Trying not to appear visibly relieved, he placed his order. Now that the vibrations had stopped, he was almost missing their presence. He glanced at Draco, trying to catch sight of the remote, but both of Draco’s hands were visible above the table–he was fiddling with the menu as he ordered himself a coffee. 

Harry glanced around the cafe as the server left, noticing for the first time how cosy it really was. The staff had put up golden lights along all the windows and doors, and Celestina Warbeck’s latest album was blaring out of an old-fashioned gramophone in the corner. The view through the window was lovely too. Snow was falling outside, blanketing the street in a soft layer of white powder. The snow on the cobblestones was quickly turning to mush with all the people walking over it, but the dusting on the awnings of the shops along the alley reminded Harry of the little Christmas town display Mrs. Figg once had in her living room.  

“This is a lovely place. How did you know about it?” Harry asked.

“I walked past it a few times and was finally drawn in by the delicious smells. This was about a year ago. I’ve been coming here regularly ever since.”

“Oh, that’s nice. I’m looking forward to–oh! Um, I’m looking forward to trying their food.” Harry couldn’t help blushing as he felt the vibrator start buzzing again. Malfoy was acting completely normal, thanking the server as they returned with the drinks and placing his order for a sandwich. Harry wasn’t sure what he’d ordered–he just pointed to something on the menu in an effort to have the server leave as soon as possible. He wasn’t sure if the buzzing sound was audible to others, and he didn’t really want to find out.

“So, how did you end up agreeing to model for this catalogue?” Draco asked, casually sipping his coffee. “You mentioned you’ve never done any modeling before.”

“Oh, well, I was looking for new experiences. I mentioned that to Luna, and fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it—she was looking for a model and asked me if I wanted to do it. I’m sure you’re familiar with Luna’s brand of persuasion–I couldn’t really come up with a good enough reason not to.”

“Ah yes, it’s very hard to reason your way out of Luna’s schemes. It took me a while to figure out the trick.”

“Really? You know how to say no to Luna?”

Draco nodded, looking smug. “I do it regularly. Before asking you, she asked if I’d be open to modeling all these toys.”

“But you’re the photographer. How could you also be the model?”

“You’ve seen that my cameras are safe from charms. It wouldn’t have been too difficult to take pictures of myself.”

“Then why didn’t you? You’re certainly attractive enough.”

Draco grinned as Harry realised what he’d said. Merlin, he really needed to learn to think before opening his mouth.

“You think I’m attractive? My, my, Potter, I’m flattered.”

“Harry. If I’m supposed to call you Draco, you can call me Harry.”

“Of course, Harry. ” Harry tried not to think about how much he liked the sound of Draco saying his name. 

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Harry pointed out. “Why didn’t you model the toys yourself?”

Draco shrugged, leaning back in his chair. He draped one of his long arms over the back of the chair, and Harry was stunned to see the remote in his hand. As soon as Harry noticed it, Draco made a show of deliberately pressing the up button, increasing the speed of the vibrator.

“ Oh, ” Harry breathed out as the toy assaulted his arse. It was a wonderful feeling, but he was still very aware of the other patrons seated near them. He gripped the edge of the table as he shifted carefully, trying to find a position that didn’t push the vibrator quite as hard against his prostate. After a moment of his squirming, Draco seemed to take pity on him, and reduced the speed to the lowest setting before slipping the remote back into his pocket.

“I didn’t want to.”

“You… what? Oh, you didn’t want to model the toys.”

Draco nodded.

“Why not?”

“That’s my reason. I didn’t want to. ‘No’ is a complete sentence.”

Harry thought about that. No is a complete sentence . It definitely sounded like something Luna would say. The more he mulled it over, the more sense it made. Malfoy didn’t have to justify himself. If he didn’t want to model the toys, he didn’t have to. It was as simple as that.

“Is that your trick to out-reasoning Luna’s ideas? Telling her that you don’t have to have a reason to say no?”

“Exactly. It’s one of the most important things we teach as sex educators–consent. Whatever my reason for not wanting to do something, it should be valid, even if from her point of view it would benefit me. We usually have a discussion whenever she asks something I’m not 100% okay with, because she tends to worry that there’s a larger issue at hand that needs to be addressed, but in the end, I just have to remind her that not wanting to do it is reason enough. Not to say she doesn’t remind me of the same thing from time to time. That’s one of the reasons I rather love working with her. She’s one of the few people who sees me as an equal.”

“She’s great,” Harry agreed, his heart clenching at the thought that most people didn’t act respectfully toward Draco. He’d become an honest and hardworking man, and he deserved as much respect as anyone. “I’m glad you’ve found a profession that you enjoy. You deserve to be happy.”

“Thanks, Harry. I will say though, Luna’s pretty good about dropping the matter when the person she’s talking to really doesn’t want to do what she’s asking. Which makes me curious about the fact that you’re here.”

Harry took a moment to try to straighten his thoughts out. Even on the lowest setting, the vibrator was making its presence known. His dick was starting to swell, and he couldn’t help squirming in his seat.

“I thought, um… that it would be a good way to, er, challenge myself. Step out of my comfort zone, and also learn something new.”

“Something new being modeling, or the toys?”

“Both. Fuck,” he added softly, straightening his back in an effort to get comfortable. He was keenly aware of Malfoy watching him, and the knowledge that someone else was aware of his predicament made him blush.

“I, uh, really don’t like being photographed, but it’s mostly because of the attention that comes with my photographs being published. I actually really enjoy being in family pictures, and I thought this would be a good way to explore that more.”

“Really?” Draco smirked as the vibrator once again increased in speed. “You thought this was a good way to explore it?”

Harry could feel a familiar pressure building in his gut and glanced around desperately for the washroom–there was no way he was going to come in the middle of a cafe. What he saw instead was their server headed right toward them with what looked like their lunch. It was a pretty narrow aisle, really only big enough for one person at a time. 

Resigned to the fact that he was trapped in his seat, Harry started jiggling his leg. It didn’t really help though, and he bit his lip, hoping that he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of the server. Draco had a neutral expression on his face, but the way his lip twitched told Harry that he knew exactly what was happening. Just as Harry started to feel sweat forming on the back of his neck and he feared he might not be able to control himself at all, the vibrating stopped. Harry let out a loud sigh, unable to tell if he was disappointed or relieved. The server gave him an odd look as they set down the plates.

“Hungry, huh?” they asked, not waiting for a reply before wandering off. As Harry looked across the table and met Draco’s intense gaze, he couldn’t help thinking that hungry really was the right word.

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As promised, the food was delicious. Despite that, Harry almost choked about halfway through the meal when Draco turned the vibrator on again, this time set to full speed. Thankfully, he only left it on for a few moments before turning it off again, but it was enough to make Harry’s dick start to harden again. He tried to adjust himself discreetly, but Draco’s knowing look only made him harder. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that as exciting as it was to think about getting caught, it would actually be quite a headache if they did.

The rest of the meal progressed normally, and soon enough they headed back out into the snow. 

“Did you want to walk around for a bit? We could browse a couple of stores while digesting,” Draco proposed.

They hadn’t eaten a very heavy meal, but Harry didn’t object. He was enjoying the feeling of the vibrator shifting around as he walked and the thrill of doing something so naughty on such an ordinary day in Diagon Alley. 

“Getting comfortable?” Draco asked, holding the door to Flourish and Blotts open for him. Harry grinned at him and nodded, biting his lip as he felt the vibrator turn on once more. Trying to ignore the low buzzing, he made his way into the store. Having never been one for books, he trailed after Draco, who immediately made his way to the photography section.

Harry tried to pay attention as Draco picked up a book with some admittedly beautiful nature shots in it and started pointing out his favourite techniques, but the feeling in his arse was just too nice. He was once again starting to feel the heat pooling in his groin as the vibrations continued relentlessly. 

“Oh, and this picture is one of my favourites! From the Grand Canyon in the United States. I’d love to spend some time taking photos in the States one day. It’s such a large country that it has literally everything–deserts, beaches, mountains, forests, snow, plains, cities–oh, it would be a dream.”

“Already bored of photographing arses?” Harry teased. Draco rolled his eyes at him. 

“I don’t normally do such, erm, explicit photography. It’s normally events or profile shots of people mentioned in Quibbler articles. Sometimes if it’s something big I can sell my pictures to the Prophet, too.”

He placed the book back on the shelf and then turned to grin at Harry.

“Though I can’t say I haven’t been enjoying photographing a certain arse so far,” he added, before disappearing around the side of the shelf. Harry hurried after him, jostling the plug even more.

“I can’t tell if you’re saying you like my arse or you think I am an arse.”

“A little bit of both?” Draco offered. Harry snorted at that, though it quickly turned into a breathy “oouf” as the vibrations once again increased. 

“You–”

“Well, if it isn’t young Mr. Malfoy! I’d say it’s a surprise to see you here, but you’ve always been an avid reader, haven’t you, lad?”

They both turned to find a portly old man waddling toward them, a large grin on his face.

“Lord Oakwood, lovely to see you. How have you been?”

“I’ve been well, my boy. Business as usual, we’ve had a number of new hearings in the courts. Something about the holiday season, everyone wants everything finalized before the New Year.” 

“That sounds awfully busy,” Draco said sympathetically. “Lord Oakwood, have you met Harry Potter? Harry, Lord Oakwood is a member of the Wizengamot, chair of the 37th seat. He’s an old family friend.”

“How do you do?” Harry mumbled, shaking the man’s hand briefly. Thankfully, Lord Oakwood seemed more interested in catching up with Draco than getting to know Harry. The two continued their conversation, asking after each others’ families and holiday plans, leaving Harry to stand around, squirming from the feeling of the intense vibrations hitting his sweet spot. He felt sweat forming on the back of his neck as the conversation stretched on and on, and his arousal continued to increase.

He was definitely getting hard, and he was sure there would be pre-come on the front of his pants if Draco kept talking much longer. He just hoped no signs of his arousal were outwardly visible. The thought of what he would do if someone noticed him getting hard, or if a wet spot formed on his jeans, made him shiver. Thankfully neither Draco nor Lord Oakwood seemed to be paying him any attention, as Harry was now starting to shift from foot to foot. Merlin, the way this toy lit up his whole body was exhilarating. He wished he was somewhere private so that he could take off his jeans and really enjoy the experience. 

He was just starting to wonder how much longer the conversation would go on–and how much longer he could hold on to his orgasm–when Lord Oakwood addressed him again.

“It was lovely meeting you Mr. Potter. Take care boys.”

Without waiting for Harry’s reply, the elder man walked away, humming to himself as he went. Harry couldn’t help letting out a relieved sigh, earning himself a raised eyebrow from Draco. Harry didn’t let Draco’s judgement bother him, however. He was just desperate to return to the studio. Thankfully Draco seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

“Shall we head back?” Draco suggested. Harry nodded and led the way out of the store, all too eager to get back to his dressing room or the shower, and have a nice wank. He barely even cared anymore that Draco would know what he was doing–he just wanted to come.

Out on the street, Draco seemed to be taking his sweet time heading back to the studio. Harry glared at him, and in response Draco took out the remote and turned it up a notch once again. Harry couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him, and he glanced around to see if anyone had heard, before turning back to Draco.

“Stop that!” he hissed, but Draco only winked at him and kept walking. Worried that he might actually come in his pants in the middle of the street, Harry swiped at him, trying to get hold of the remote. Surprised by Harry’s sudden action, Draco dropped the remote. Harry was about to bend down and pick it up, when a few children ran by, tossing snowballs at each other. One of the kids knocked into Draco and ended up kicking the remote out of Harry’s reach.

“No!” Harry gasped, dodging the children as he chased the remote. Bent over at this angle, the vibrator was hammering at his prostate in a totally different way, and it was taking all his will power not to just drop to his knees and let it happen. Everytime he seemed to get close to grabbing the remote, someone else kicked it away. He cursed in his head at the number of people out on Diagon Alley today. How would he ever get that remote back? What if he was stuck like this forever? Would he ever be able to turn the vibrator off? Would he be cursed to remain turned on for the rest of his life?

Suddenly, the remote lifted off the ground, and zoomed back into Draco’s hand. As Harry straightened up again, he noticed a wand in Draco’s other hand.

“Did you forget you’re a wizard, who can accio things?” Draco asked, clearly working hard not to laugh. Harry tried to pout, but instead ended up moaning at the sensations in his body. Would it really be so bad if he came in the street? People enjoyed a good show, right? Perhaps he could just unzip his jeans ever so slowly, and…

“Come on, Pot–I mean, Harry, the studio’s right here,” Draco said, unlocking the door with a tap of his wand.

Harry barely made it through the door before he dropped to his knees, undoing his zipper to relieve the pressure on his dick before leaning forward on one hand and letting the vibrating sensation take over. Using his other hand to rub himself through his pants, he started rocking back and forth, moaning loudly now that it was just the two of them. He vaguely registered Draco’s hand on his back and his soft whispers, encouraging Harry to come. Not able to argue, he finally felt himself tipping over the edge and came with a loud shout. The vibrator turned off, and Harry slumped to the floor, turning so that he was lying on his back and looking up at Draco.

“Merlin, I’ve already come three times today,” he puffed, breathing heavily. “I don’t know if I can take any more of it.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Draco said, his sly smile back in place. “Because I was thinking that next we could photograph some cock cages.”