Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Sweet Torture
Chapter Number/Total: 26/52
Chapter Title: Sweet Torture
Words: 3311 Words
Draco was startled when Harry pulled back, moaning in frustration.
Harry chuckled. "Eager are we, Malfoy?" he said. "Perhaps I'll give you a little something." He moved back to his spot beside Draco, thong still pulled over so that his cock was out. He Summoned the next object: the infamous purple dildo that made Harry blush when even thinking about it, and he flushed now, although it was unnoticeable. He was already flushed.
Draco's eyes widened and he shivered, remembering the time Harry had fucked him with the dildo while sucking him. And how he had fucked Harry with it while riding him only last month.
Harry's eyes glinted and he charmed the dildo so that it was larger - definitely larger than himself. Not big enough to hurt probably, but definitely bigger. "I'm going to shove this in your arse, Malfoy," he said, voice low and husky. "I'm going to fuck you with it."
"Gods," Draco moaned, eyes wide.
Harry gave his eyebrows one waggle before he moved already-slick fingers to Draco's entrance and slid them carefully inside. Despite what they were doing and who they were pretending to be, Harry took his time preparing Draco, stroking his prostate lovingly even though he knew his face still looked cocky and arrogant.
Draco bent his knees, spreading himself for Harry and gasping when his lover's fingers entered him. His eyes were half-closed but he kept looking up at him, enjoying the sight as well as the feel of him.
Harry removed his fingers after a few long minutes of stretching Draco out, his heart pounding. "You better be ready for it," he said, voice low and quiet, spreading lube over the dildo.
Draco's breathing was ragged, his cock hard and his body aching for more. He spread his legs as far as he could manage.
Keeping an eye on Draco's face, Harry slowly pressed the dildo to the blond's slick entrance. Very, very carefully, he slid the tip inside.
Draco shuddered, breathing deep to take the thickness. It felt different, and he almost panicked. Then he relaxed, looking into Harry's eyes and allowing himself to be open to anything he would do.
Harry slowly slid more of the shaft into Draco when he saw he was ready, letting his eyes stray for a moment to watch it making its way inside. He swallowed again, his cock jerking.
"P-please," Draco begged now, unable to help himself.
Harry continued pressing the dildo inside Draco and then pulled it out a bit, the movement smooth. He thrust it gently a few times, nearly feeling jealous of it.
Draco was panting and whimpering now, lifting his hips and pulling on the handcuffs.
Draco looked so unbelievably gorgeous it made Harry's stomach flip and his heart pound. Watching intently, like it was some all-important experiment, Harry silently activated the charm that made the dildo vibrate, his cock twitching hard as he continued to thrust the thick toy.
"Oh, Gods," Draco cried out, hips bucking as Harry activated the spell.
Harry's stomach flipped again and he almost came watching Draco. His mouth was hanging open and he even thought he felt drool.
Draco began to push up onto the dildo now, panting and whimpering.
Harry used his hand to fuck Draco with the thick shaft, twisting it and pulling and pushing. He watched Draco take it, watched his tight opening around it, heard his moans and whimpers. He almost forgot what the point of this was. He stilled his hand suddenly. "Going to admit it?" he asked, voice strained again.
"P-please," Draco begged, no longer even remembering what he was supposed to admit.
"Pretty begging isn't what I want," Harry said. "Although it does win you points." He left the vibrating dildo buried in Draco's arse and got up from the bed completely, reaching into his robes one last time.
Draco squirmed, using the movement to move the dildo inside him. His eyes were glazed with desire as he watched Harry. He whimpered when the other man got up.
Harry's cock was rock hard as he un-shrunk the whip. He'd been practising with it almost every day since Draco had said he wanted Harry to use Fred and George's gifts for his birthday. He turned back around, the whip clutched tightly in his right hand.
"Fuck!" Draco gasped, wriggling on the bed and his eyes gone wide. His heart was hammering in his chest from the combination of fear and desire.
Harry swallowed once again and licked his lips, flushing with heat. "You can admit it, or I'm going to use this," he said.
"Admit what, Potter?" Draco asked, voice shaky even as he tried for defiant.
Harry snorted. "You know," he said, hand tightening.
"You don't scare me, Scarhead," Draco sneered.
"Then you," Harry said in a very dangerous tone, "are a fool." He cracked the whip loudly in the air with a smile, watching it. He was prepared to hit Draco with it if he wanted him to. He knew that if Draco still didn't back down, he was going to do it, and he knew that Draco knew that.
Draco was scared but excited. He didn't know what the whip would feel like. But he wanted to find out. He gritted his teeth and lifted his chin in a look of refusal.
Taking his cue, and not knowing what it would feel like himself, Harry raised his arm and cracked the whip over his husband, hitting him with it near his ribs.
Draco cried out, body twisting and shuddering as the sharp pain flared.
Harry watched the red mark appear slowly on Draco's skin and stood judging his reaction, wondering if it hurt too much to go again.
Draco broke out in a sweat now, panting. His cock was still hard and the dildo had nearly slipped out of him. He wriggled enough to push it against the mattress, sliding down on it. "T-that's all you got?" he panted.
Harry moaned very, very quietly. "You're awfully brave for a Slytherin," he said, bringing the whip down through the air again over Draco's skin.
The whip make a snapping sound as is struck his skin and Draco could have sworn it was made of fire. He screamed this time, his entire body arching off the bed and then writhing in pain.
Harry froze, wondering if that had been too hard.
Draco had turned on his side, arms still cuffed above his head and knees bent up protectively. He was moaning and panting. "P-pleeease," he begged now, tears in his eyes.
"Please what?" Harry said, still concerned but trying not to show it in case Draco was still playing.
"Please fuck me," Draco gasped.
Harry sucked in a shaky breath and dropped the whip. He pulled the dildo gently out of Draco's arse and made the cock-ring bigger again to toss it away. Draco was still cuffed to the bed, but Harry grabbed his ankles and dragged him to the edge, holding his legs spread open in the air as he positioned his own cock and finally slid into his husband.
"Fuck, yes!" Draco cried out when Harry's cock impaled him.
Harry groaned in agreement, having been so close for so long, he could already feel the pleasure building up rapidly as he set a pace and thrust.
Draco's head swam, the pain from the whip blending with the feel of the magic pulsing inside him. He knew he would come quickly even if Harry didn't. "Oh, yes, Potter!" he cried out. "I confess, just fucking pound me!"
Harry moaned very loudly at that, slamming into Draco at those words. He was gripping his legs so tight, there were sure to be marks.
Draco came, screaming and clenching as Harry's cock slid deep inside him. He felt as if the whip marks and Harry's magic set his entire body on fire.
"Fuck," Harry whimpered weakly, watching Draco come and following seconds after, still thrusting.
Tears streamed down Draco's face and his whole body was shuddering as Harry's magic washed over him, his nerves already sensitive.
Harry somehow managed to stay on his feet, sweat pouring down his body as he panted heavily, the thong still on him.
Draco felt completely boneless and relaxed, trembling as his muscles released the last of the tension in them.
Harry pulled out of Draco weakly and lay down on the bed beside him, his legs hanging over the edge. He flicked his wrist and the handcuffs were released.
Draco didn't even have the energy to bring his arms down or his legs onto the bed. He lay in his odd position, still breathing heavy.
Harry couldn't say anything yet either. He simply lay there, staring at one of the four posts of the bed.
Draco drifted in a state of bliss. He could feel both Harry's body and magic next to him as well as its affects inside him. And it felt glorious.
Harry sighed after several wonderful minutes of simple silence and closeness. He scooted closer to Draco on the bed, reaching up to grab one of his hands and hold it.
Draco smiled dreamily. "Fantastic," he whispered.
Harry smiled too. "Mmm," he hummed in sated agreement.
Draco started to feel uncomfortable with the position he was in and, groaning a bit, tried to pull himself the rest of the way onto the bed.
Harry gripped Draco's hand and helped him to pull himself up when he began to move. Once settled, Harry pressed close to Draco's side and gently fingered long, damp strands of blond hair.
"Which incident did I just confess to?" Draco asked, amused.
Harry snorted. "I made it up," he said quietly, smiling softly. "Although I thought it sounded like something you would have done."
"Git," Draco said, chuckling as he looked about at the transformed room.
"Prat," Harry replied automatically. "So what do you think?" he said. "Did I do a good job?"
"Of fucking me senseless?" Draco laughed. "It was bloody amazing."
"I always do that well," Harry said with a teasing smirk. "I meant the room, but it's good to know you enjoyed the other aspects of the gift."
Draco turned his head to look at Harry, small smile on his face. "Lovely gift," he said. "We might have to keep it this way." He waggled his eyebrows at that.
Harry grinned and pulled Draco snugly into his arms. "Hopefully none of your mates show up," he whispered in his ear. "I rather like being here alone with you."
Draco chuckled. "They are off on a holiday," he said. "Having tortured me into submission, what other plans do you have for me?"
"Well," Harry said slowly, "since you were so awfully well behaved, perhaps you can choose what you would like to do with me. After all, I am a rather smitten Gryffindor lying in your Slytherin bed while your mates are on holiday."
"To be honest," Draco said, "I would make love to you." He leaned in, kissing him tenderly.
Harry smiled softly against Draco's lips, hands resting lightly against his skin. "Would you?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, yes," Draco said, brushing his lips gently against Harry's.
Harry closed his eyes, kissing Draco back slowly. "I've fallen in love with you, Draco Malfoy," he whispered. "And I don't even care that you're a Slytherin."
Draco groaned, licking and kissing Harry's lips. "I love you, now and always," he whispered between kisses.
"Forever," Harry replied, opening his eyes again to watch Draco with his soft gaze, to stare at his face with the utmost love and adoration painted on his own.
Silvery grey eyes met Harry's green and Draco's face was a picture of happiness and love. His right hand ran softly down Harry's back, enjoying the feel of his skin.
Harry was content to simply lie there and stare at Draco. He didn't care what they did as long as he was allowed to be near him, as long as he could feel his heart beat, hear his voice close, touch his skin. He would do anything to be able to have that for the rest of his life until the very day he died.
Draco lost himself in Harry, kissing and licking his way down his throat, fingers exploring every contour of his body.
Harry sighed with the feel of Draco's hands gently exploring his skin. He imagined this moment could last forever, that he would be here in this room always with this beautiful man to love him and to love in return.
"So wanted to touch you," Draco began whispering. "Lying in here, imagining what your skin would feel like, taste like."
Harry moaned quietly, arching his neck. "Merlin, Draco," he whispered, once again calling the image of Draco wanting him so badly before they were together. It made him feel like he was worth something, like he was important and needed.
Draco's hands, flesh and silver, slid over Harry's body, tracing the lines of his hip muscles, finding sensitive spots, erotic and ticklish both - taking his time to know every inch of his lover again.
Harry arched into Draco's touches and squirmed at others, all the while smiling gently. He moved a hand down Draco's back, one of his most favourite parts of him to touch.
Draco began adding kisses to his explorations, realising after a minute that he wanted to kiss and lick every part of Harry's body.
Harry lay under Draco, feeling his kisses and his licks and the warmth that trailed after each one. He felt so utterly good it was like he might swell with it.
Draco licked along Harry's collarbone, his shoulder blades, his hips, and that line where his legs swelled into his rounded arse. He feasted on him like a platter of sweets, sighing and murmuring in delight at the different textures.
Harry fought to keep his eyes open. He was so relaxed and enjoying this so immensely he felt like he was floating, or like a doll made to bend to Draco's every whim. He was definitely aroused again and whimpering quietly whenever Draco found a particularly sensitive part of his skin.
Finally, Draco worked his way slowly down Harry's chest again, following that dusting of dark hair until it became a thicker patch below his naval. He thrust his tongue into Harry's belly button, swirling it about the edge as we would his entrance.
Harry licked his lips, breathing growing heavier at the implications of Draco's tongue. "You feel so good," he whispered. "Look so good. Feel so good."
Draco smiled against Harry's belly, tracing the small line that still scarred his skin from Valen's birth.
Harry gasped very quietly, trying to keep from squirming too much, but he couldn't help moving his legs restlessly as he became more and more aroused.
Draco nuzzled the soft hair on Harry's lower belly, his chin occasionally grazing the top of Harry's erection as he did.
Harry was panting now, but he didn't want to ask or beg. He wanted Draco to do whatever he wanted on his birthday. If that meant lying in bed with Draco nudging his cock for hours Harry would do it.
Draco smirked, shaking out his hair so it fell like a curtain around his face, trailing across Harry's skin as he moved. He continued kissing and nibbling downward, circling Harry's cock, his soft hair sliding across the hardened flesh.
Harry gritted his teeth to keep from shouting the word "please". He spread his legs wide, forcing himself not to reach down and grab Draco's hair and pull him to his cock.
Draco smirked, enjoying making Harry wait for it. He moved down, licking the soft skin of his scrotum, fingers resting on each thigh. His hair was the only thing touching Harry's cock.
Harry tensed the muscles in his legs and hissed through his teeth. Draco was driving him mad now, his mouth like sweet torture if there ever was such a thing.
Draco smirked, realising this was more torture for Harry than the whip was for himself. He kissed the base of his lover's cock, then very slowly kissed up his length. Gentle, light, teasing kisses.
Absolutely determined not to beg, Harry kept as quiet as he could, shaking with need. His cock ached and the kisses didn't relieve anything, only made the need greater.
Draco reached the top and then stopped just short of kissing the crown, blowing on it instead.
"Merlin, fuck," Harry let out below a whisper, fisting hands in the green blanket. He nearly arched up into Draco's face and did halfway.
Draco chuckled deeply, licking his lips and looking up at Harry, eyes glittering with mischief. "Harry Potter, at my mercy," he drawled.
Harry stared down at Draco and swallowed, looking pained.
Draco pointed his tongue and then very lightly ran the tip along the sticky slit.
Harry gasped and moaned as Draco teased that very sensitive place on his body, and it felt intensified by a hundred since Draco was touching no other part of his cock.
"Do you want something, Potter?" Draco purred.
Harry shut his eyes tightly and nodded so slightly Draco might not have caught the movement.
"Tell me what you want," Draco said, a touch of his old sneer in his voice.
"I - I want you to suck me," Harry said in a shaky voice, surprised to find himself sounding that way.
"Who are you asking?" Draco said in a smug voice.
"You," Harry answered.
"Say my name, Potter," Draco snapped, falling into his role as a schoolboy again.
"Draco," Harry gasped. "Draco Malfoy."
"Yesss," Draco hissed, rewarding that with a swipe of his tongue across the head of Harry's cock.
Harry groaned wantonly, wanting more of that tongue. So much more.
"Could have been having this mouth on you for years," Draco said, then ran his tongue around the edge.
"Fuck, yes," Harry hissed. "My mistake, completely mine," he babbled.
"Could have been sucking you on my knees in an empty classroom, or bending you over a bench in the locker rooms," Draco listed, using the flat of his tongue across the head between words.
Harry's eyes rolled and he threw his head back, imagining it. They'd had such a short time together in school, and circumstances had deprived them of needing to sneak around much. Harry even got off on the imagined danger in his mind.
"Or under the stands during a game," Draco continued listing and licking. "Sneaking you into my dorm room like this." Then he closed his mouth over Harry's cock and took him halfway down in one move.
"Fuck!" Harry screeched, arching his back and lifting his hips. It was like truly getting sucked off in the Slytherin dungeons, in Draco's old bed. Fuck.
Draco slid his mouth up and down Harry's shaft. He paused only to wet a finger and bring it down to press into Harry below his balls.
"Yes!" Harry cried. "Yes, Draco! Please, yes!" He writhed and twisted. Draco was like a drug that he couldn't get enough of.
Draco pushed in and slid down at the same time, taking Harry's cock to the back of his throat as he penetrated him to the knuckle.
"Oh, fuck yes, please!" Harry shouted. "I want your cock in me! I want you to fuck me, please!"
Draco moaned and, a little reluctantly, released Harry's cock, licking his lips as he did. He smiled down at him. "Oh, really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and grinning. He sat up on his knees and stroked his hard cock a few times with his silver hand, two fingers of his right hand still embedded in Harry's arse.
"Yes," Harry groaned. "Yes, I'll do anything."
Draco's eyes glinted and he slid his fingers out of Harry. "On your hands and knees, Potter," he snapped.
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Draco was startled when Harry pulled back, moaning in frustration.
Harry chuckled. "Eager are we, Malfoy?" he said. "Perhaps I'll give you a little something." He moved back to his spot beside Draco, thong still pulled over so that his cock was out. He Summoned the next object: the infamous purple dildo that made Harry blush when even thinking about it, and he flushed now, although it was unnoticeable. He was already flushed.
Draco's eyes widened and he shivered, remembering the time Harry had fucked him with the dildo while sucking him. And how he had fucked Harry with it while riding him only last month.
Harry's eyes glinted and he charmed the dildo so that it was larger - definitely larger than himself. Not big enough to hurt probably, but definitely bigger. "I'm going to shove this in your arse, Malfoy," he said, voice low and husky. "I'm going to fuck you with it."
"Gods," Draco moaned, eyes wide.
Harry gave his eyebrows one waggle before he moved already-slick fingers to Draco's entrance and slid them carefully inside. Despite what they were doing and who they were pretending to be, Harry took his time preparing Draco, stroking his prostate lovingly even though he knew his face still looked cocky and arrogant.
Draco bent his knees, spreading himself for Harry and gasping when his lover's fingers entered him. His eyes were half-closed but he kept looking up at him, enjoying the sight as well as the feel of him.
Harry removed his fingers after a few long minutes of stretching Draco out, his heart pounding. "You better be ready for it," he said, voice low and quiet, spreading lube over the dildo.
Draco's breathing was ragged, his cock hard and his body aching for more. He spread his legs as far as he could manage.
Keeping an eye on Draco's face, Harry slowly pressed the dildo to the blond's slick entrance. Very, very carefully, he slid the tip inside.
Draco shuddered, breathing deep to take the thickness. It felt different, and he almost panicked. Then he relaxed, looking into Harry's eyes and allowing himself to be open to anything he would do.
Harry slowly slid more of the shaft into Draco when he saw he was ready, letting his eyes stray for a moment to watch it making its way inside. He swallowed again, his cock jerking.
"P-please," Draco begged now, unable to help himself.
Harry continued pressing the dildo inside Draco and then pulled it out a bit, the movement smooth. He thrust it gently a few times, nearly feeling jealous of it.
Draco was panting and whimpering now, lifting his hips and pulling on the handcuffs.
Draco looked so unbelievably gorgeous it made Harry's stomach flip and his heart pound. Watching intently, like it was some all-important experiment, Harry silently activated the charm that made the dildo vibrate, his cock twitching hard as he continued to thrust the thick toy.
"Oh, Gods," Draco cried out, hips bucking as Harry activated the spell.
Harry's stomach flipped again and he almost came watching Draco. His mouth was hanging open and he even thought he felt drool.
Draco began to push up onto the dildo now, panting and whimpering.
Harry used his hand to fuck Draco with the thick shaft, twisting it and pulling and pushing. He watched Draco take it, watched his tight opening around it, heard his moans and whimpers. He almost forgot what the point of this was. He stilled his hand suddenly. "Going to admit it?" he asked, voice strained again.
"P-please," Draco begged, no longer even remembering what he was supposed to admit.
"Pretty begging isn't what I want," Harry said. "Although it does win you points." He left the vibrating dildo buried in Draco's arse and got up from the bed completely, reaching into his robes one last time.
Draco squirmed, using the movement to move the dildo inside him. His eyes were glazed with desire as he watched Harry. He whimpered when the other man got up.
Harry's cock was rock hard as he un-shrunk the whip. He'd been practising with it almost every day since Draco had said he wanted Harry to use Fred and George's gifts for his birthday. He turned back around, the whip clutched tightly in his right hand.
"Fuck!" Draco gasped, wriggling on the bed and his eyes gone wide. His heart was hammering in his chest from the combination of fear and desire.
Harry swallowed once again and licked his lips, flushing with heat. "You can admit it, or I'm going to use this," he said.
"Admit what, Potter?" Draco asked, voice shaky even as he tried for defiant.
Harry snorted. "You know," he said, hand tightening.
"You don't scare me, Scarhead," Draco sneered.
"Then you," Harry said in a very dangerous tone, "are a fool." He cracked the whip loudly in the air with a smile, watching it. He was prepared to hit Draco with it if he wanted him to. He knew that if Draco still didn't back down, he was going to do it, and he knew that Draco knew that.
Draco was scared but excited. He didn't know what the whip would feel like. But he wanted to find out. He gritted his teeth and lifted his chin in a look of refusal.
Taking his cue, and not knowing what it would feel like himself, Harry raised his arm and cracked the whip over his husband, hitting him with it near his ribs.
Draco cried out, body twisting and shuddering as the sharp pain flared.
Harry watched the red mark appear slowly on Draco's skin and stood judging his reaction, wondering if it hurt too much to go again.
Draco broke out in a sweat now, panting. His cock was still hard and the dildo had nearly slipped out of him. He wriggled enough to push it against the mattress, sliding down on it. "T-that's all you got?" he panted.
Harry moaned very, very quietly. "You're awfully brave for a Slytherin," he said, bringing the whip down through the air again over Draco's skin.
The whip make a snapping sound as is struck his skin and Draco could have sworn it was made of fire. He screamed this time, his entire body arching off the bed and then writhing in pain.
Harry froze, wondering if that had been too hard.
Draco had turned on his side, arms still cuffed above his head and knees bent up protectively. He was moaning and panting. "P-pleeease," he begged now, tears in his eyes.
"Please what?" Harry said, still concerned but trying not to show it in case Draco was still playing.
"Please fuck me," Draco gasped.
Harry sucked in a shaky breath and dropped the whip. He pulled the dildo gently out of Draco's arse and made the cock-ring bigger again to toss it away. Draco was still cuffed to the bed, but Harry grabbed his ankles and dragged him to the edge, holding his legs spread open in the air as he positioned his own cock and finally slid into his husband.
"Fuck, yes!" Draco cried out when Harry's cock impaled him.
Harry groaned in agreement, having been so close for so long, he could already feel the pleasure building up rapidly as he set a pace and thrust.
Draco's head swam, the pain from the whip blending with the feel of the magic pulsing inside him. He knew he would come quickly even if Harry didn't. "Oh, yes, Potter!" he cried out. "I confess, just fucking pound me!"
Harry moaned very loudly at that, slamming into Draco at those words. He was gripping his legs so tight, there were sure to be marks.
Draco came, screaming and clenching as Harry's cock slid deep inside him. He felt as if the whip marks and Harry's magic set his entire body on fire.
"Fuck," Harry whimpered weakly, watching Draco come and following seconds after, still thrusting.
Tears streamed down Draco's face and his whole body was shuddering as Harry's magic washed over him, his nerves already sensitive.
Harry somehow managed to stay on his feet, sweat pouring down his body as he panted heavily, the thong still on him.
Draco felt completely boneless and relaxed, trembling as his muscles released the last of the tension in them.
Harry pulled out of Draco weakly and lay down on the bed beside him, his legs hanging over the edge. He flicked his wrist and the handcuffs were released.
Draco didn't even have the energy to bring his arms down or his legs onto the bed. He lay in his odd position, still breathing heavy.
Harry couldn't say anything yet either. He simply lay there, staring at one of the four posts of the bed.
Draco drifted in a state of bliss. He could feel both Harry's body and magic next to him as well as its affects inside him. And it felt glorious.
Harry sighed after several wonderful minutes of simple silence and closeness. He scooted closer to Draco on the bed, reaching up to grab one of his hands and hold it.
Draco smiled dreamily. "Fantastic," he whispered.
Harry smiled too. "Mmm," he hummed in sated agreement.
Draco started to feel uncomfortable with the position he was in and, groaning a bit, tried to pull himself the rest of the way onto the bed.
Harry gripped Draco's hand and helped him to pull himself up when he began to move. Once settled, Harry pressed close to Draco's side and gently fingered long, damp strands of blond hair.
"Which incident did I just confess to?" Draco asked, amused.
Harry snorted. "I made it up," he said quietly, smiling softly. "Although I thought it sounded like something you would have done."
"Git," Draco said, chuckling as he looked about at the transformed room.
"Prat," Harry replied automatically. "So what do you think?" he said. "Did I do a good job?"
"Of fucking me senseless?" Draco laughed. "It was bloody amazing."
"I always do that well," Harry said with a teasing smirk. "I meant the room, but it's good to know you enjoyed the other aspects of the gift."
Draco turned his head to look at Harry, small smile on his face. "Lovely gift," he said. "We might have to keep it this way." He waggled his eyebrows at that.
Harry grinned and pulled Draco snugly into his arms. "Hopefully none of your mates show up," he whispered in his ear. "I rather like being here alone with you."
Draco chuckled. "They are off on a holiday," he said. "Having tortured me into submission, what other plans do you have for me?"
"Well," Harry said slowly, "since you were so awfully well behaved, perhaps you can choose what you would like to do with me. After all, I am a rather smitten Gryffindor lying in your Slytherin bed while your mates are on holiday."
"To be honest," Draco said, "I would make love to you." He leaned in, kissing him tenderly.
Harry smiled softly against Draco's lips, hands resting lightly against his skin. "Would you?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, yes," Draco said, brushing his lips gently against Harry's.
Harry closed his eyes, kissing Draco back slowly. "I've fallen in love with you, Draco Malfoy," he whispered. "And I don't even care that you're a Slytherin."
Draco groaned, licking and kissing Harry's lips. "I love you, now and always," he whispered between kisses.
"Forever," Harry replied, opening his eyes again to watch Draco with his soft gaze, to stare at his face with the utmost love and adoration painted on his own.
Silvery grey eyes met Harry's green and Draco's face was a picture of happiness and love. His right hand ran softly down Harry's back, enjoying the feel of his skin.
Harry was content to simply lie there and stare at Draco. He didn't care what they did as long as he was allowed to be near him, as long as he could feel his heart beat, hear his voice close, touch his skin. He would do anything to be able to have that for the rest of his life until the very day he died.
Draco lost himself in Harry, kissing and licking his way down his throat, fingers exploring every contour of his body.
Harry sighed with the feel of Draco's hands gently exploring his skin. He imagined this moment could last forever, that he would be here in this room always with this beautiful man to love him and to love in return.
"So wanted to touch you," Draco began whispering. "Lying in here, imagining what your skin would feel like, taste like."
Harry moaned quietly, arching his neck. "Merlin, Draco," he whispered, once again calling the image of Draco wanting him so badly before they were together. It made him feel like he was worth something, like he was important and needed.
Draco's hands, flesh and silver, slid over Harry's body, tracing the lines of his hip muscles, finding sensitive spots, erotic and ticklish both - taking his time to know every inch of his lover again.
Harry arched into Draco's touches and squirmed at others, all the while smiling gently. He moved a hand down Draco's back, one of his most favourite parts of him to touch.
Draco began adding kisses to his explorations, realising after a minute that he wanted to kiss and lick every part of Harry's body.
Harry lay under Draco, feeling his kisses and his licks and the warmth that trailed after each one. He felt so utterly good it was like he might swell with it.
Draco licked along Harry's collarbone, his shoulder blades, his hips, and that line where his legs swelled into his rounded arse. He feasted on him like a platter of sweets, sighing and murmuring in delight at the different textures.
Harry fought to keep his eyes open. He was so relaxed and enjoying this so immensely he felt like he was floating, or like a doll made to bend to Draco's every whim. He was definitely aroused again and whimpering quietly whenever Draco found a particularly sensitive part of his skin.
Finally, Draco worked his way slowly down Harry's chest again, following that dusting of dark hair until it became a thicker patch below his naval. He thrust his tongue into Harry's belly button, swirling it about the edge as we would his entrance.
Harry licked his lips, breathing growing heavier at the implications of Draco's tongue. "You feel so good," he whispered. "Look so good. Feel so good."
Draco smiled against Harry's belly, tracing the small line that still scarred his skin from Valen's birth.
Harry gasped very quietly, trying to keep from squirming too much, but he couldn't help moving his legs restlessly as he became more and more aroused.
Draco nuzzled the soft hair on Harry's lower belly, his chin occasionally grazing the top of Harry's erection as he did.
Harry was panting now, but he didn't want to ask or beg. He wanted Draco to do whatever he wanted on his birthday. If that meant lying in bed with Draco nudging his cock for hours Harry would do it.
Draco smirked, shaking out his hair so it fell like a curtain around his face, trailing across Harry's skin as he moved. He continued kissing and nibbling downward, circling Harry's cock, his soft hair sliding across the hardened flesh.
Harry gritted his teeth to keep from shouting the word "please". He spread his legs wide, forcing himself not to reach down and grab Draco's hair and pull him to his cock.
Draco smirked, enjoying making Harry wait for it. He moved down, licking the soft skin of his scrotum, fingers resting on each thigh. His hair was the only thing touching Harry's cock.
Harry tensed the muscles in his legs and hissed through his teeth. Draco was driving him mad now, his mouth like sweet torture if there ever was such a thing.
Draco smirked, realising this was more torture for Harry than the whip was for himself. He kissed the base of his lover's cock, then very slowly kissed up his length. Gentle, light, teasing kisses.
Absolutely determined not to beg, Harry kept as quiet as he could, shaking with need. His cock ached and the kisses didn't relieve anything, only made the need greater.
Draco reached the top and then stopped just short of kissing the crown, blowing on it instead.
"Merlin, fuck," Harry let out below a whisper, fisting hands in the green blanket. He nearly arched up into Draco's face and did halfway.
Draco chuckled deeply, licking his lips and looking up at Harry, eyes glittering with mischief. "Harry Potter, at my mercy," he drawled.
Harry stared down at Draco and swallowed, looking pained.
Draco pointed his tongue and then very lightly ran the tip along the sticky slit.
Harry gasped and moaned as Draco teased that very sensitive place on his body, and it felt intensified by a hundred since Draco was touching no other part of his cock.
"Do you want something, Potter?" Draco purred.
Harry shut his eyes tightly and nodded so slightly Draco might not have caught the movement.
"Tell me what you want," Draco said, a touch of his old sneer in his voice.
"I - I want you to suck me," Harry said in a shaky voice, surprised to find himself sounding that way.
"Who are you asking?" Draco said in a smug voice.
"You," Harry answered.
"Say my name, Potter," Draco snapped, falling into his role as a schoolboy again.
"Draco," Harry gasped. "Draco Malfoy."
"Yesss," Draco hissed, rewarding that with a swipe of his tongue across the head of Harry's cock.
Harry groaned wantonly, wanting more of that tongue. So much more.
"Could have been having this mouth on you for years," Draco said, then ran his tongue around the edge.
"Fuck, yes," Harry hissed. "My mistake, completely mine," he babbled.
"Could have been sucking you on my knees in an empty classroom, or bending you over a bench in the locker rooms," Draco listed, using the flat of his tongue across the head between words.
Harry's eyes rolled and he threw his head back, imagining it. They'd had such a short time together in school, and circumstances had deprived them of needing to sneak around much. Harry even got off on the imagined danger in his mind.
"Or under the stands during a game," Draco continued listing and licking. "Sneaking you into my dorm room like this." Then he closed his mouth over Harry's cock and took him halfway down in one move.
"Fuck!" Harry screeched, arching his back and lifting his hips. It was like truly getting sucked off in the Slytherin dungeons, in Draco's old bed. Fuck.
Draco slid his mouth up and down Harry's shaft. He paused only to wet a finger and bring it down to press into Harry below his balls.
"Yes!" Harry cried. "Yes, Draco! Please, yes!" He writhed and twisted. Draco was like a drug that he couldn't get enough of.
Draco pushed in and slid down at the same time, taking Harry's cock to the back of his throat as he penetrated him to the knuckle.
"Oh, fuck yes, please!" Harry shouted. "I want your cock in me! I want you to fuck me, please!"
Draco moaned and, a little reluctantly, released Harry's cock, licking his lips as he did. He smiled down at him. "Oh, really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and grinning. He sat up on his knees and stroked his hard cock a few times with his silver hand, two fingers of his right hand still embedded in Harry's arse.
"Yes," Harry groaned. "Yes, I'll do anything."
Draco's eyes glinted and he slid his fingers out of Harry. "On your hands and knees, Potter," he snapped.