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Draco Play	By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Originally written for kuro_jashin as her birthday fic. :)

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Draco kept his breathing deep and even when he heard the dull clicking of the doorknob. The smell of Harry's shampoo filled the air, spicy like cinnamon and ginger — a scent that he was strongly familiar with. He hoped the stubborn brunet was over his moping fit, because he had problems sleeping without Harry pressed against him. Not that he'd ever let the git know that. Aware that if he showed any sign of being awake Potter would probably want to get into it with him again, he feinted sleep all the while listening to the muted thumps and bangs Harry made while presumably changing for bed. As tempting as it was to peak when he heard the gentle brush of fabric against skin — Harry had a body of sinful curves and tasty angles — he was proud to say he didn't look once. Well. Maybe once, but Potter had been turned around so it didn't count.

A moment later Draco felt the pull of the blankets and the mattress dipping, followed by the familiar warmth of Potter's chest fitting against his back. He kept his eyes closed yet relaxed when he felt the tickle of messy black hair dragging across his cheek and a gentle press of lips. A brush of skin against his neck nearly caused him to flinch, but he kept his composure. He was not going to "wake up" no matter how persistent —

He yelped as suddenly something very cold and hard encircled his wrist.

"Potter," he said, rolling onto his back and glaring at the newest addition to his wrist. "The fuck is this?"

There was a very ugly metal bracelet circling it, clunky and tasteless with a chain attached that linked an identical ugly circle. He was reaching to pull it off when Potter moved, just a flash of hands — damn his reflexes — and then the previously empty circle was surrounding his other wrist.

"Hand cuffs," Harry whispered in his ear, answering his previous question. "They're muggle."

Draco curled his lip in disgust, but Harry was still leaned in, unable to see.

"Take them off," he said, trying to sound commanding rather than whiny. He must have failed, though, since Harry chuckled menacingly in his ear, sending a shiver through Draco's body. Instead his wrists were lifted, the hardness of the metal smarting against his joints for a brief moment before going slack again. Draco tilted his head back to see the chain looped around the post of the bed, leaving him bound to the headboard.

"Potter," he said in a warning tone, ready to sit up and free himself, only to find a very firm hand against his chest. The fingers squeezed against his nightshirt, a warning to stay still while a breath tickled his ear.

"Here's the game," Harry whispered, an underlining husk present in his voice that absolutely did not make his heart start beating crazily. It would take more than a few husked words to do that.

He shifted a little, trying to get some distance between himself and Harry who obviously had no common decency when it came to personal space. The body on top of his only came closer, pressing harder against him, filling his nose with a scent like cinnamon and ginger.

"If you apologize to me right now, I'll stop," Harry said.

Draco scoffed. Not bloody likely. Malfoys were much too prideful to apologize. Plus... well. When had Potter gotten so... devious?

The hand on his chest started to travel down, fingertips just barely grazing the cloth as they disappeared from view under the sheet. When Harry reached the elastic of his pants, he paused and Draco raised his eyebrow while trying to keep the rest of his expression as aloof as possible.

"If you choose not to apologize," Harry said, the pressure of his hand disappearing. "Then I'm going to make you beg me. Either way I'm going to make you eat your words from earlier..."

"Beg?" Draco said sharply. He stretched up his wrists and tried not to frown. If there were bruises there tomorrow he was going to kill Potter. "Beg for what?"

A smile slowly stretched across Harry's lips until just the barest hint of white teeth shown.

"Oi!" Draco gasped as something very cold touched his privates. An amused chuckle rumbled in his ear as what felt like a rather large ring was being slipped onto his penis. "What the hell are you doing?"

"This one's from a wizard shop at least," Harry said, drawing back and yanking down the covers. Draco tried not to blush as he realized how very exposed he was — his pants pulled slightly down and his already stiffened cock — when did the traitor get like that, anyway? — standing up with a shiny metal ring adorning its base.

"This is a wizard device?"

Harry smirked — a smirk that he totally stole from Draco! — and sat back, his hand hovering just above Draco's lap. "Well, the idea did come from muggles. But this one is magical." As he stressed that word, his finger reached out and barely grazed the metal, and all at once Draco's groin felt like it was vibrating. Every drop of blood and warmth flooded to his cock and his abdominal muscles started to flex themselves uncontrollably. Arching his back as the intense feeling washed over him, Draco bit down on his tongue. Merlin why was it so... good. Unable to stop himself, his breath hitched — in a way that so wasn't a desperate gasp followed by a rather loud moan. Then it was over and Draco was blinking in confusion as to how he ended up sagged against the pillows, panting, while his cock throbbed painfully. He groaned.

He felt the heat of a blush touch his cheeks as Harry's smirking face came into view, close enough for his eyes to cross before he felt the warm brush of a tongue at the seem of his lips. He opened his mouth, brushing their tongues together while the brunet hummed against his lips, keeping the kiss at a slow, lazy pace despite the way Draco was feeling desperate to make it more.

All too soon Harry pulled back again, smiling a little too smugly for Draco's liking.

"This is about what I said earlier, isn't it?"

Harry's mouth twitched. "You always were a smart one."

Draco frowned. He hadn't meant to say what he did, it had just slipped out during one of their petty fights. He actually quite liked Harry in bed; he had the stamina of a bull but the gentleness of a kitten, all of which amounted to some very long nights of built up pleasure. He'd just known Harry was insecure about pleasing Draco in bed and he'd struck where it hurt, as he always did.

Only, Harry had never reacted like this before.

"Time to play..." Harry said gleefully, shifting down on the bed. In an half-arsed attempt to defy him, Draco pulled his knees up and glared as icily as possible while sporting a raging hard-on.

"You're going to be begging me to take this off," Harry touched the ring, activating the buzzing again for a fraction of a second — enough time to have Draco squeezing his eyes shut and groaning, damnit — "so you can come."

"You've certainly become bold," he said, curling his lip up, then lolled his head to the side and moaned when Harry drug a thumb against the head of his erection. The hand traveled down his shaft, lightly grasping, and he felt a kiss placed on his hip, his knee, his inner thigh. The vibrating mixed with the slow strokes up and down caused sparks of pleasure to radiate throughout his body, curling his toes.

The kisses continued up his thigh, becoming more intense, nipping and sucking as they neared his cock. Only, as he felt a thumb start to part his buttocks, he soon realized he'd been wrong about Harry's destination.

"Ohfuck," he cried as he felt the swipe of a tongue against that sensitive hole. It licked again, firmly, then again, pressing harder each time. Draco's nails dug into the palm of his hands, his legs spreading wider as he began to push down, trying to get more of that sensation. Harry obliged him, finally slipping his tongue inside, darting it in and out, mouth sucking.

Draco didn't know how long he'd been bucking, but when Harry pulled back suddenly, with a parting kiss to his puckered hole, it took him an embarrassingly long time to stop. He laid there panting for a moment, then something slick touched his entrance, the size of a finger yet too hard to actually be one and if he could muster the strength to open his eyes and look down, he would have. If Potter had yet another toy Draco was going —

It slipped inside, curving immediately up and striking his prostate with perfect precision.

"Holy—" he moaned as the pleasure shot through him, his cock throbbing against the tight metal ring. Harry was ruthless, wasting no time before stabbing that spot again and again until all Draco could see where white spots in front of his eyes. Uncontrolled, his hips arched off the bed, heels digging into the mattress while the unforgiving hardness of metal pushed into his wrist joints. He grabbed at the chains, pulling at them to relieve some of the pressure and opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of Harry, settled between his legs, his hand moving from Draco's cock to his own. He squeezed them shut again, he couldn't take the sight of Harry wanking himself while playing with Draco, it was too much and he was starting to almost feel nauseous from the pleasure.

He knew what Harry wanted to do, and it was something he very much wanted too.

"Hurry," he moaned, choking off his words before he could add 'and do me'. Potter would never let him live that one down.

There was no warning when Harry suddenly pulled the toy out, and before he knew it his pants were being yanked down, burning his skin. They were still around one ankle, twisted, while Harry spread his legs and nudged against his entrance. He grit his teeth as the brunet slid in, filling him up.

Like with the toy, Harry waisted no time in thrusting in and out, finding a quick rhythm while he tormented Draco with unforgiving jabs to his prostrate. His cock tingled painfully, so hot it was probably going to burst into flames, but it was a pleasurable burn, and he couldn't hold in his moans of pleasure.

"Admit it, you can't get enough of me," Harry said hotly into his ear, the words so intimate he nearly cooed.

Draco squeezed down.

"O-oh god," Harry moaned, and if he wasn't too busy writhing in pleasure Draco might have smirked. Harry's thrusts became faster, harder, his hips rolling, slamming themselves against Draco's arse mercilessly, and he was loving every moment of it.

Draco was faced with a very hard dilemma indeed: Beg, and let Harry have his way, or remain quiet and surely die from the the most pleasurable aneurysm in history.

"Off, shit, I want...T-take—ohfuckyes," he threw his head back as the pressure around his cock disappeared and the world exploded around him; every muscle in his body tensing as his orgasm shot out in hot spurts of white onto their chests. Fingers dug into his hips, bruising, but it felt incredible with Harry inside him, throbbing while their groans of ecstasy mix in the air.

Harry collapsed on top of him, knocking the little gasp of air he was pulling in right out of his lungs. He laid there, feeling more sated than he ever did in his life as time stretched out between them. He listened as their breathing slowed, his grasp finally loosing on the chains of the handcuffs so that the rings were once again crushing against his joints, but he couldn't seem to care at the moment. That is, until the body on top of him began to shake.

Harry was laughing.

"What is so funny?" Draco said, the back of his neck starting to prickle — leave it to Potter to ruin a perfectly good moment.

"You begged. I can't believe you begged."

Clenching his teeth Draco said with the best control he could manage, "I did not beg. I demanded. There's a big difference."

Harry remained quiet for a pause while his fingers grazed Draco's shoulder and up to his neck. He tried, and failed, not to shiver at that touch.

"Then I guess starting tomorrow..." Harry said in that husky voice that absolutely did not send Draco's heart into a frenzy, "we'll just have to keep trying until you do beg."

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