“Wow, it’s longer than I thought,” Draco muttered, examining the object in his hand. “And a lot… smoother.”
Harry grinned at him wickedly.
“I told you it would come in handy.” He reached out and clasped his fingers around Draco’s hand. “You have to turn it on,” he murmured. Draco gulped and glanced at Harry, uncertainty in his eyes.
“I’ve never… I haven’t-”
“I know,” Harry said soothingly. “I’ll show you.” He guided Draco’s thumb to the button, hovering over it. “Are you ready?”
Draco gulped once again and bit his lip.
“I… I don’t know.”
Harry took a step closer, so his front was pressed against Draco’s back.
“It’s okay,” Harry mumbled, while kissing Draco’s neck. “Don’t be nervous.”
Draco snorted and boldly placed his thumb on the button. Harry tightened his grip on Draco’s hand as he finally pushed it.
“Oh,” Draco breathed. “It’s making weird noises.”
Harry chuckled and started nibbling at Draco’s ear.
“Is it supposed to vibrate like that?” Draco asked in astonishment.
“Yeah.” Harry flicked his tongue over Draco’s earlobe and curled an arm around his waist. “Now, you have to put it in,” he purred. Draco made a choked sound and turned around to face his boyfriend.
“I can’t put it in yet! It’s not ready!” He sounded scandalised.
“Just put it in. It will do the rest on its own.”
“I think we should wait a bit longer,” Draco protested, sounding very skeptical. Harry trailed his fingers up his chest and buried his face in Draco’s hair.
“Wait as long as you want, but I’m getting really… hungry,” he said in a low whisper.
Draco shivered and shook his head.
“Why are you always so impatient?”
“For Merlin’s sake, Draco, just put it in already!” Harry tried to guide Draco’s hand in the right direction, but the other man was fighting him.
“What if something goes wrong?”
“Trust me, I’ve done this many times before.”
Draco huffed and glared at his boyfriend.
“No need to rub it in,” he muttered darkly. “Just because I’m a bit… inexperienced with Muggle technology doesn’t mean-”
“Draco! Just. Put. It. IN!”
Draco clicked his tongue once and turned around to concentrate on the object, still vibrating vigorously, in their joined hands.
“Alright, here we go.” Slowly, he lowered it and let out a gasp when the vibration intensified.
“There’s… there’s too much resistance,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You have to move it around a little. Like this,” Harry said, gently moving their hands.
“Oh, I see,” Draco said, bending over a little. “Oh yeah, that’s much better. It’s like- pfffffffff!”
Harry almost fell backwards when Draco started flailing and squealing.
“Draco, wait! At least turn it off!” He jumped forward and swiftly pushed the button. When his eyes landed on Draco again, he had to bite the inside of his cheek very hard to stop him from bursting into laughter.
“Harry Potter,” Draco shrieked. Harry stepped up to him and placed his hands on his shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he said, trying to sound earnest. “I should have warned you that something like this might happen.”
“I can’t believe you,” Draco muttered darkly. “You said it was safe. You even said it would be fun!”
“It can be fun,” Harry said, not being able to contain his laughter any longer. Draco shot him another dark look, which only made Harry laugh louder.
“I’m sorry, but it’s difficult to take you seriously, when you’re covered in bits of pumpkin from head to toe.”
Draco wiped his face with his sleeve.
“And whose fault is that,” he grumbled.
“Yeah,” Harry chuckled. “Maybe we should have started with something else. But you love making soup and I thought-”
“Well, you thought wrong,” Draco snapped. “This vibrating stick is evil. EVIL!”
“Oh Merlin,” Harry sighed, still grinning. His eyes swept over Draco’s ruined clothes and his messed up hair. “Come on,” he said with a wink, dragging Draco out of the kitchen. “Let’s take a shower. I’m getting hungry for something else.”
“You’re turned on by me being covered in pumpkin?” Draco snorted. “You really are a weird one, Potter.”
“You could wear a hessian sack and I would be turned on,” Harry replied over his shoulder. “And you can’t tell me you don’t love that.”
Draco raised his chin, but a small smile started to form on his lips.
“True. As long as you don’t make me use that thing again!”
“Alright, alright,” Harry said with a sigh. “From now on, I’ll handle the hand blender.”