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Happy Birthday To Draco	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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So, maybe Draco hadn’t taken in every facet of possibility when he planned out this evening of debauchery. He most certainly didn’t count on Harry being so forward, and he never thought he’d be so fucking demanding. But, then again, Draco should have anticipated that obnoxious Gryffindor pride. It was the monkey wrench in his plans, proven by the fact Draco found himself slammed against the nearest wall, chest pressed against the cooling surface while Harry spread Draco’s legs apart with his knees and brushed his confined cock against Draco’s loosely hanging trousers, which barely covered the top of his ass cheeks. His arms were twisted behind his back, held together by Harry’s strong grip. The insufferable prick used the opportunity to leave bruising love bites down the back of Draco’s neck, tugging roughly at the skin with his teeth before sucking ravenously, forcing Draco to see stars.

He’d never been manhandled before -usually the people Draco found himself with were the submissive type, leaving him always willing to play the dom. To be forced into a submissive state by none other than Harry fucking Potter was something damn near frightening -and Draco would be lying if he said it didn’t make his cock harder than ever, especially when Harry twisted Draco’s wrists up closer between his shoulder blades, causing him to wince.

“This what you wanted, Draco?” Harry muttered into his ear, angry and possessive. “Having regrets about torturing me this evening?”

“Torture?” Draco nearly hummed happily, forcing the arrogance back in his voice. “I’d say you’re enjoying yourself quite well, wouldn’t you say? -Ah!” Harry’s fingers gripped bruisingly as they forced Draco’s arm muscles to stretch in the most exquisite burning pain. “So. You’re a dom.”

“I’m a dom.” Harry licked a gentle line down the bruised skin of Draco’s neck all the way to his shoulder, where he bit down harshly. “You?”

“Typically, I’m in your shoes right about now.”

“You like being on the other side?”

There was a flutter in Draco’s heart, and he closed his eyes, panting. “...Yes.”

“Good.” Harry pressed his cheek against Draco’s. “I’m going to teach you a lesson in playing pranks on friends. And you’re going to take it, because I’m feeling generous, and it is your birthday. Got it?”

Draco smirked. “Heh. Yeah.” Suddenly, he was yanked backward and then slammed forward into the wall again. “Fucking Hell, Potter!”

“It’s ‘Yes, Sir.’ Or ‘Master.’ You’re playing by my rules now, Draco.”

Draco began to grumble something about no Malfoy being subservient to anyone, but then caught himself when he realized he didn’t mind being the submissive as much as he thought he would. Still, he knew he’d need to be roughed up a bit more, simply because of his pride. A dangerous grin plagued his lips as he peered over his shoulder and whispered, “That the best you got, Golden Boy? Shall we replace your mascot with a timid kneazle?”

A growl erupted from Harry’s throat, and Draco was yanked back before guided back over to the sofa. He was pushed headfirst over the armrest, his taut stomach resting across the soft material, his arms still pinned behind his back. Harry pressed his erection against Draco’s ass, rubbing against it possessively. “I’ve had just about enough of your smartass mouth.”

“It really is my greatest feature. Besides, you know, the rest of me,” Draco quipped.

With a whisper, Harry locked Draco’s arms behind his back with a bit of binding magic no doubt learned from the Ministry’s Auror Division. Draco cursed silently at his predicament, but refused to let it show on the outside. If he was forced to be a sub, he wouldn’t go down without a spectacular rebellion. As Harry released his arms, watching Draco struggle against the invisible restraints, he hooked his thumbs into the loops of Draco’s slacks and tugged them down, exposing Draco’s ass entirely.

Draco’s eyes widened. This… this was entirely too new. “Harry-”

Smack! A sting spread over Draco’s ass cheeks as he realized --Potter spanked him. Literally spanked him across the ass. The large hand still rested over the smooth, pale surface, cupping it and rubbing in soothing circles. “I realized you never received your birthday spankings, Draco. And it’s ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’.”

“It’s fucking to Hell with you if you think-” Smack! Another good thwat on the ass was his reward. He bit his lower lip, his eyes shutting instinctively as pleasure tingled in his bones. “F-uck…”

“Sir. Or. Master. Since it’s your birthday, I’ll let you decide.”

“How about Prince of the Kneazles? That work for your prideful arse- FUCK!” SMACK! This time, the entire handprint could be felt against the sting of Draco’s cheek, no doubt where a reddened mark would reside come tomorrow morning. “Easy on the merchandise, Potter, or you’ll scare off potentials.”

Harry’s tongue darted out between Draco’s shoulders and traced small circles all the way down to Draco’s bound wrists before he swatted Draco hard on the ass again. Then he chuckled, whispering, “After tonight, I doubt you’re going to want them.”

Oh, fuck, that sounded entirely too hot. Draco struggled against his restraints, finding it useless. “Promise?” Smack! “Fuck… Sir.”

He swore he could feel Potter’s smirk behind his back. “You learn quick.”

“Yes, well, I always did best you in school-” Smack, smack! Draco hung his head as a small bead of sweat dripped down his cheek. Shit, this was the best birthday present he’d ever received, and he hadn’t even removed all his clothes.

“If you can tell me how many I’ve given you, I’ll let you count them towards your birthday spankings,” said Harry, raking his nails down Draco’s sensitive cheek. “Get it wrong, and we start over.”

Draco laughed, impressed at the offer. Then he thought about it. “Six… Sir.”

A warm hand ran through Draco’s hair, messing it up. Though, it seemed more like a reward than punishment. Perhaps it was because Draco used the word ‘Sir’. “Six? Are you sure?”

No, he wasn’t, but he hadn’t been paying attention enough to count. “Yes.”

“So close. But… seven. So…” Smack! This new strike went to his untouched cheek, spreading that same glorious heat through Draco’s body. “Count them, Draco. Count your birthday spankings.”

Draco hid his smirk as he began. “One. Sir.”

Smack!

“Two.”

Over and over Draco counted his spankings. Harry alternated between cheeks nearly every time, but threw a few double taps into the mix to keep his blond counterpart on his toes -literally. Draco found himself hopelessly perched over the couch, cheek pressed indignantly into the sofa cushions while he received lashing after gloriously sensual lashing. The pain was there, yes, but mixed with a euphoric heat which spread up Draco’s spine, forcing tiny gasps, mewls, and groans between his counting. “T-Thirteen, Sir.”

SMACK.

“Ah! Fourteen… fifteen! Sixteen! Ohhh… Seventeen, Sir.”

Fuck, he was hopelessly moaning at this point between each stinging slap to his bare bottom, face surely flushed with red and hair completely disheveled. Still, he let Harry continue to administer rough, palmed spanks to his ass, even growling once as precum leaked from the tip of his cock, which had worked its way out of the loose pants and now rubbed against the gentle material of the sofa arm. “Twe-Twenty two. Fuck! Twenty three! Twenty four!” He prepared himself, squeezing his eyes tight for the final blow. When it didn’t come, he cautiously opened one eye, then the other, and peered over his shoulder to find Harry staring adoringly down at Draco’s reddened ass cheeks, gliding his fingers over the tortured skin.

“Ask nicely for the last one.”

Hadn’t he endured enough? Fuck it, Draco didn’t care. He needed that last blow -something about needing completion in all ways, even if it was somewhat demeaning to get there. “Please… finish my spankings, Sir.”

“Tell me you need it.”

Oh, he was pushing it. “I... “ Draco grit his teeth. “I need it, Sir. Please, smack my ass hard and make me- Ohhh… Merlin.” Cool fingers brushed against puckered hole, startling him in the best of ways. And then, the other hand came down and -SMACK. Draco nearly forgot to count -nearly. “Twenty five, Sir.”

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look like this, Draco? Bent over? Submissive? Your pampered ass reddened by my hand? God, it just makes me want to…”

Draco’s breath caught. What did he want to do?

“Do it,” he whispered, keeping a bit of challenge in his voice to taunt the wizard behind him. He found himself being yanked up to stand by his hair, where Harry gripped with force, before he was shoved over to the sofa and forced to the floor, on his knees.

Harry kept a firm grip on Draco’s hair as he seated himself on the sofa and untucked himself, smirking. “It makes me want to shove my cock down your throat.”

Draco, still bound with his hands behind his back, grinned like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Yes, he was being the submissive one, but damn it if he wasn’t getting exactly what he wanted for his birthday. Eagerly, he shifted on his knees between Harry’s and bit his lower lip like a masculine siren. “If that’s what my Master wants.” Like clockwork, Harry released a desperate sigh and tugged Draco’s face closer to his crotch. Draco did the rest, leaning forward and taking the tip of Harry’s cock inside his mouth, relishing in the sweet, salty taste of his precum and the smoothness of the head. Harry, it turned out, was quite the specimen in length as well as girth. It pleased Draco to no end to tighten his lips around the shaft and take it all, one inch at a time. He found the taste so inviting, his mouth salivated, lubricating Harry’s cock even more as he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. Fucking Hell, he still had the base left to go! Draco smirked, mouth still tightly wrapped around Harry’s prick, and buried his face into Harry’s pubic curls, taking the rest of his cock as it filled his throat.

“Fuck, Draco…” Harry sighed, his hands grasping at Draco’s hair desperately. Draco bobbed his head once, making sure Harry could feel every inch of his cock down his throat and in his mouth before slurping his way back up the length of it to the tip, where he swirled his tongue around the tip playfully. He left a trail of dripping saliva in his wake.

“Like that, Sir?” He bit on the title like taffy he was ripping apart with his teeth.

Harry nodded, eyes fluttering closed for half a moment. “Again. More.”

Draco chuckled. “With pleasure.” He lapped at the length a few times, kissing here and there before trailing his tongue down to Harry’s ball sack. He glanced up at the raven-haired wizard, gaging his approval, and then tongued them with just the right pressure to cause Harry’s head to fall back against the back cushion, elated. Only then did Draco lick a line to the tip and swallow Harry’s cock again, and again, taking in a bit more each time until he nearly choked from the tickling sensation in the back of his throat. On the final bob of his head, Harry gripped the back of Draco’s head and kept him firmly planted with a thick cock down his throat, helpless and overjoyed. This submissive thing… he’d need to try it more often. It was so freeing to give all control to someone else. He gladly kept his head still, breathing gently through his nose, eyes watered. Harry rubbed a soothing hand down Draco’s neck, smoothing the tense muscles there. “Fuck, Draco.”

He released the blond’s hair, and Draco sucked him up to the head, purposefully dragging the moment out. Then he brushed his nose against Harry’s thigh and whispered, “Come down my throat.”

“That’s what you want?” Harry asked, tracing his fingers down Draco’s cheek.

Draco smirked, nodding. “Then I want to be in control. It’s my birthday, after all.”

Harry frowned. “I’m not submissive.”

“That’s fine. I like a struggle.”

They stared long and hard at each other, pun intended, and, finally, Harry caved, releasing a sigh. “Fine.” He grabbed Draco by the hair again and forced him down on his cock, leaving no room for graceful poise as his throat was filled, again and again, without warning. Draco coughed, trying desperately to gain control, but Harry continued to face fuck him until, with one last gasp of desperation, he jerked Draco’s face back and said, “Open up that pretty little mouth so I can watch you eat my cum.”

“Merlin,” Draco groaned, opening his mouth wide and sticking his tongue out just as Harry tugged on his cock and made himself come, spilling thick, white ropes into Draco’s mouth. The taste was better than anyone else Draco had been given the chance with. Maybe it was because it was overdue -this sexual frustration between them. Maybe that’s what made the moment that much more. Harry grasped under Draco’s jaw and held him still as he pressed the tip of his cock along Draco’s tongue and dragged it down, rubbing the flavor of himself into Draco’s tastebuds. Draco made sure to cast his silver eyes up to meet green, and he chanced a side smirk from the corner of his mouth as he held perfectly still, submissive to Harry’s every wish. Harry licked his lips, taking in the sight of Draco forced into the most compliant of positions before removing his cock and whispering, “Swallow.”

With pleasure, Draco thought, dragging his tongue back into his mouth before shutting it and swallowing every salty drop of Harry’s cum down his throat. Their eyes stayed locked on one another’s as Harry watched in awe. He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, releasing Draco from his binding.

“About time,” Draco mumbled, eyes flickering with the devil’s intention. “Prepare yourself, Potter. Payback’s a bitch.”
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