Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Fifty Blue Shades of Harry	By : hpluv3r Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13444 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 21
- 22
Harry pants, beads of sweat traveling down his body as he works to maintain his overwhelmed senses. He watches Draco feverishly, hands bound together above his head. The flogger was thin and whippy, and deceivingly silky. It didn't hurt terribly, but did result in a slow burn that traveled deep. Even still, Harry moans heedlessly as Draco set his body aflame.
Draco is lost in thought as he methodically works the other man, consumed by the canvas in front of him that was Harry's body. In this time he had already flogged Harry pink from the start of his back all the way down to the backs of his knees, and was currently working his way down Harry's chest. Harry tolerated it well, squirming beautifully as he responded to the tails.
Consumed by the task in front of him, Draco had yet to look the other man in the eyes or say a word, despite now being directly in Harry's line of site. Harry loses his nerve slightly as Draco nears his waistline.
"Draco?" Harry's voice comes out far needier than expected and he blushes.
"Yes Harry?" Draco responds instantly, but does not stop.
Harry bites his lip with hesitation, unsure of what to say, as he really just wanted the blonde to look at him for some reason. He didn't have the nerve to voice the thought, lest Draco deny him.
A sharp onslaught reigns suddenly across his chest and pulls a hiss from him, tears finally coming to his eyes as his nipples smart in pain.
Yes, deceivingly silky.
Harry knows this strike was because he had hesitated, and is relieved that he is not punished further. Draco does not stop working him, but does return to his previous strength. That one had stung deep, and his treacherous mind begins to wonder how bad it would be to endure a true punishment from that thing. He didn't yet have the nerve to find out and instead finds his voice.
"Sorry Draco. I.. I was just wondering why you won't look at me." Harry berates himself as his voice falters insecurely.
Draco's eyes instantly come up to meet Harry's, and Harry is captured by the amount of.. care.. he could see in them. It did wonders for soothing Harry's nerves. He felt.. wanted. Harry realizes numbly that he needed that. To feel wanted.
Wait, since when had he needed that?
And, like that, Harry's thoughts turn sour. People leave. Draco would leave. Harry berated himself silently. He only has a second to hold on to this thought before he notices Draco approaching him.
Draco watches with growing alarm as Harry goes from nervous to relieved to.. desolate. What the hell was that about?
"I apologize Harry. I had all of my attention on that gorgeous body of yours." Draco eyes him up and down hungrily as he says this, continuing.
"And that pretty face is entirely too distracting." Draco thumbs Harry's lips the same way he loved too. His other hand teases Harry's heated skin with the soft leather and Harry moans, sucking Draco's thumb into his mouth in a way that clearly begged Draco to fuck him, insecurities long forgotten.
Harry only has a second to savor the digit before Draco pulls away, stepping back.
"See, now this is exactly what I meant Harry. You're distracting me." His eyes harden and he delivers the first lash to Harry's cock. Harry groans, not entirely in pain, biting his lip as he waits for the edge to subside.
But when Harry finally reopens his eyes, they are filled with unshed tears. Draco frowns.
"Come now Harry, I know you handle more than this."
Harry nods, upset with himself.
"Harry, look at me." Harry's eyes focus on Draco's.
"Do you need to stop?" Draco asks.
Draco was demanding the truth with his eyes.
"No, but.." Again, Harry's words caught in his throat. This time he anticipated the blow that came.
"Am I being punished?!" he blurts out. Harry couldn't help but feel uncertain about the entire ordeal. He had no idea why Draco was so upset. Had Harry himself done something wrong? Personally, Harry enjoyed the flogger very much, but it was upsetting to think that Draco might actually be upset with him.
Draco sighs and is about to remove Harry's binds when the other man protests against it.
"Wait! Please Draco, I just want to know." Harry had no idea what had Draco so pissed off, it was making him insecure.
"No Harry, you are not being punished. I thought you understood. I asked you multiple times." Draco rubs at his temples in frustration.
"No, I know. It's just.." Harry's voice gets small but he forces himself to continue.
"I need to know it's not me that has you so upset."
Draco deflates. Harry had a legitimate argument.
Draco walks up to the smaller man, simultaneously lifting him into his arms as he released the binds, ignoring Harry's protests. Draco seats himself on the couch, Harry in his arms, and continues.
"Yes Harry, of course. You have every right to know whether you're being punished or not, and I apologize for not making that clear. In the future, I expect you to ask right away if and why you are being punished. And at the moment, you are not. It has nothing to.. it's not you, I mean..."
Draco curses to himself for the slip up.
"So it does have to do with me. You are punishing me." Harry's voice gets dull.
"I already said I am not Harry." Draco say sharply.
"Why won't you just tell me what's wrong? It's the least you could do." Harry argues.
"Least I could do for what?"
Draco's tone drops down to a dangerously low level as he looks challengingly at Harry. Was the other man implying that he was doing Draco a favor? The thought makes Draco feel cold. Had Draco misunderstood the situation? He wanted to be sick.
Harry responds quickly, attempting to alleviate the situation.
"Nothing, never mind. You're right, I told you I knew what I was asking for and I thought I did, but I didn't... because I didn't know if you were upset with me." Harry swallows.
Draco looks Harry square in the eyes in a way that makes the smaller man squirm, well aware that Harry was trying to change the subject.
"That doesn't answer my question. We already discussed that, yes? Now, that's the least I could do for what? Do you feel that I owe you something for what we did today? Don't lie to me."
Fuck, it looked like Harry had truly pissed Draco off with that comment. Harry had been feeling insecure when he said it, but now he saw that it was a thoughtless thing to say. Draco had asked him numerous times if Harry understood what he was asking for and Harry assured him that he was. Harry had only wanted to ease Draco's frustrations and here he was making it worse. Harry felt the anxiety build in his chest as he tries to consider the quickest way to explain to Draco that he was sorry and that he truly just wanted to atone at this point.
Words fail him, and Harry finds himself on his knees before Draco. He tries to be as genuine as possible, keeping his eyes on the ground out of fear of rejection.
Harry soon feels a hand comb through his hair and is instantly at ease.
"Please Draco, punish me." he begs.
"What for, pet?" The use of the familiar nickname comforts Harry further.
"For insinuating that you'd do something that I don't want you to."
Draco is relieved that Harry understands the source of his frustration.
"How about we call it even, pet? We're both still learning."
Harry looks up at Draco curiously. He had assumed Draco was a master of all things dom.
Draco clarifies.
"Harry, you begged me to use you to ease my frustrations." Even as he was speaking Draco's eyes glazed over. It felt so natural, having Harry at his feet. Yet a logical part of his brain said that Harry, of all people, belonged at the foot of no man.
"You don't realize this, but you are literally something out of my dreams." Draco means this. He did not think a person like Harry could ever exist in real life. He was perfect. Harry blushes beautifully, and looks about to protest when Draco gestures for him to wait.
"Harry, look at me. I need to make this clear." Harry looks at Draco, attentive and eager to please.
"I need you to be open with me Harry. You have to be for this to work."
Harry nods in agreement. He understood, and to his own surprise, he was fine with allowing Draco access to his life. If he was being completely honest with himself, Draco already had that anyways.
He trusted him.
Harry knew it would somehow one day bite him in the arse, but he bloody liked the guy.
"Please Draco, at least finish what you started." Harry insists, eager to make things right.
Draco shakes his head, dropping the flogger. That moment had passed. Harry was on his knees for him.
Neither would notice that they had both eased each other's pain.
"I plan on it." Draco says, unbuttoning himself out of his pants.
Harry is already at eye level with Draco's cock and only needs a nod of encouragement before he begins to worship Draco with his tongue.
He only controls the pace for a second before Draco holds his head in place with both hands and forces into his throat.
Tears pour out of Harry's eyes as he gags, struggling to adjust around the intrusion. His hands come up to grab at Draco's but are swatted away.
Instead, Harry places his hands on Draco's hips. Knowing better than to attempt to gain control of the thrusts, he simply uses his grip to ground and relax himself for the other man.
It works, as the hands in Harry's hair close into fists and Draco thrusts deeper into his mouth, effectively cutting off his air.
Harry fights against the panic, digging his nails into Draco's skin as a distraction as he begins to see stars. This was more likely from all the blood settling in his cock than any real asphyxiation.
He is rewarded with the feeling of hot cum down his throat, and orgasms heavily, right before passing out cold.
Even in his hazy post-orgasmic state Draco fills with alarm as he feels Harry go limp in his hands. He still takes care to pull out gently and kneels in front of the other man, holding him tight. His heart was pounding.
"Harry?!" Draco says with alarm, lightly smacking the other man's face.
He is rewarded with a grunt and a poorly attempted swat to his hand but this is enough to make Draco sigh with relief, coming to the same conclusion that Harry had. He had worn the other man out, but, if Draco were allowed to say so, he looked quite content passed out in Draco's arms.
He carries Harry to the bed, laying him out and casting various charms for cleanliness and comfort.
With Harry taken care of, Draco sits down in contemplation.
Harry Potter was an enigma to him. Every time Draco thought he had him figured out, Harry would throw him another curve ball.
This wasn't a bad thing, not by far. Draco had often found himself bored with the lulls of human interaction. Harry had no such inclinations to adhere to those norms. To Draco, this was a breath of fresh air.
Draco knew that one day Harry Potter would rise up to his throne. He also knew that, on that day, Draco would follow him.
- 21
- 22
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Fifty Blue Shades of Harry