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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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Shameless smut ahead. Shameless, man on man smut. Enter at your own risk (reward) -you've been warned.
~A.
Thrilled. That's how Draco would describe the moment later. It thrilled him to see Harry Potter, the wizarding world's best answer to a celebrity, panting and red in the face after just having unloaded into Draco's willing mouth. There was something so satisfying in knowing he was the one to bring Harry that satisfied expression on his face. It was even better knowing he was right on all accounts; Harry Potter was, indeed, bisexual, and he fancied Draco (physically, at least). A swelling of pride filled Draco's chest, and he crawled up the sofa, into Harry's lap. His pants still hung loosely around his waist, taut ass for all to see. But there wasn't anyone here except for Harry. And Draco rather liked it this way.
He grabbed his friend roughly by the back of his hair, smirking down at him with an air of superiority. Harry's lips, still parted, begged for Draco's attention, but he resisted the urge and instead whispered, "How kinky are you, Potter?"
Harry's hands caressed up Draco's thighs, curling around to grasp his backside roughly. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Draco's grip on Harry's hair tightened, causing the wizard to hiss out a frustrated breath. "Sorry, that sounded an awful bit like talking back."
"You would know," Harry smirked, "You do an awful lot of it."
Without hesitation, Draco brought his other hand up and wrapped his long, thin fingers around Harry's throat. As he tightened, he watched the other man's eyes for any tell that this wasn't alright, but found only lust inside those murky green orbs. The corner of Draco's lips tugged upward in amusement. "Let me make one thing clear here, Harry." At the wizard's name, he constricted his grip. "I'm in charge now. You'll find I'm not as lenient as some people I know." Harry. He was referring to Harry. "You're right. I am a pampered arse. So, I expect to get what I want when I want it. And if I don't…" He tugged Harry forward and sent their lips on a crash course with each other, biting between peppered kisses. "…Well, I think you'll find I can be quite convincing."
Harry struggled for breath, taken aback by the pleasure when he had expected the pain. This was Draco's secret weapon. Yes, pain was great, but he'd be lying if he thought it was the only way to get people to bend to his will. Stubborn ones, like Harry, needed to be broken down by pleasure until they were begging to please. A Slytherin approach, so to speak.
"So, let me get this straight. I'm to do what you say, and if I don't… you'll kiss me into submission?" Harry all out laughed. "Oh, good show, Draco. Great. I'm entirely convinced."
Sarcastic twit. He'd show him. Draco pried himself off the sofa (begrudgingly) and made a point to grip his cock directly in Harry's view, stroking himself a few times before tucking his cock back inside of his trousers. "I suppose I shouldn't have expected much out of you. Too much of a challenge."
"What?"
Draco strutted around the sofa and retrieved his shirt. "You heard me."
"I… wait. What are you doing?" Harry frowned as Draco threaded one of his lean arms through his shirtsleeve.
"If you won't be compliant, I'm going home."
"Seriously?" Harry frowned. "You spent all this time pushing a lust potion on me just to leave?"
"I've told you. I'm not lenient." He smirked, pushing his other arm through his sleeve. "If you won't comply, I won't play the game."
"I thought you said you liked a challenge."
"I do."
The air hung with tension.
Harry sighed.
"You're trying to force my hand. Don't think I don't see right through you."
"Oh, I'm sure you do. But I'm also sure, if I walk out that door right now, you'll never get another opportunity like this again." He pointed between them. "Everything will go right back to the way it was. Platonic alliance and all. But that is all it will be." He began to button up his shirt, eyes never leaving Harry's. "And then, you'll be left wondering what pleasures I could have given you, had you just stuffed some of that arrogant Gryffindor pride down your throat, much like the way I swallowed your cum." He shot him a wink.
"I… you're not even going to try? Just a little bit?" Harry sounded nearly desperate.
"Why would I do that when I know you want me to?" Draco's face grew stern. "Now, submit to me, or I walk away. -On your knees will do. Right here." He pointed to the floor at his feet. "You've till the count of five. One."
Stubbornness painted over Harry's face like a watercolor.
"Two."
"I'm not a child. You can't just-"
"Three." He enunciated the word with assertion, ignoring Harry's plight. "You're running out of time, Potter. Four."
Harry pushed himself off the couch, glowering as he stomped his way up to Draco. The men square off, eye to eye, though Draco did command a taller presence by two inches.
"On. Your. Knees."
And like the most beautiful of gifts, he watched Harry lower himself, one leg, and then the other, body nearly shaking from the humiliation of it all. But that's exactly what Draco wanted out of it. No, he didn't need to be violent to get what he wanted. Just patient.
"And there it is." He reached out and grabbed Harry's jaw, tilting his face up to stare him in the eyes. "Obedient is a good look on you."
"I'm tempted to bite your hand…" Harry grumbled back.
"But you won't. Because if you do, you know I'll leave. And we both know you want to see what pleasures I have instore for you." He traced his thumb over Harry's lower lip, biting his own. "Your little stunt back there -taking the reins? That was cute. I'm not. So, when I say, you're going to do something, you damn well do it. For instance -stick out your tongue." When Harry met him with a glare, he added in a seductive undertone, "I'll make it worth your while."
Skeptically, the wizard did as he was told, presenting his tongue like some common whore.
"If the Daily Prophet could see you now," Draco teased, running the pad of his thumb over Harry's tastebuds. With his other hand, Draco untucked himself once again and held his still formed erection. "You aren't to move. You aren't to touch me. You're simply to watch. Nod if you understand. –Good." And then he began to stroke himself in front of Harry, moving his hand up and down his shaft at his leisure, staring at that pretty, pink tongue and imagining the softness of it against his prick. He could already see the irritation stem inside Harry's mind; being made to submit on his knees was one thing, but to not be involved at all was something else entirely. Harry watched as Draco pumped himself again and again, sometimes with speed, other times at a deliciously slow pace, sometimes hovering the tip just above Harry's tongue, other times against his cheek.
Draco relished as Harry began to stir on his knees, obviously wanting to become involved but trying his best to stay obedient. Draco knew giving Harry no control would give him an excuse to fight what was happening. Giving him full control to walk away or stay made that prideful Gryffindor inside him oh so eager to come out and call Draco's bluff. It, in turn, put him right where Draco wanted him: eager to please and afraid to lose. He could see Harry's left hand twitch in his lap, but the wizard stayed perfectly still, tongue out, eyes heated in lustful anger. Yes, it was the spitting image of perfection.
And then Draco did something which warranted trust; he pushed his cock gently inside of Harry's mouth, but not all the way. "Stay still," he commanded and reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it once again. He took his time, eyeing the aggravation in Harry's expression with pure elation. He felt Harry's tongue twitch once, but, otherwise, he remained quite still. When Draco finished removing his shirt, he pulled his cock out of Harry's mouth, walked around him, and, without warning, looped the shirt around Harry's neck and pulled tight.
Harry gasped in response, arms automatically flailing up to the makeshift choker around his neck, but Draco growled, "Arms down at your sides," and Harry did so. "Up." With a hefty pull, Draco pulled Harry up to stand, twisting the fabric around his hand to keep a firm grip as he guided (shoved) him towards the bedroom. When they made it to the door, Draco reached around and turned the knob, making sure to glide his fingers over Harry's abdomen in the process while licking the shell of his ear. "Remove your clothes. Lay face down on the bed for me, arms above your head. -I'd ask you if you understood, but I think even you can understand a few simple commands." With a shove, he released Harry and forced him to stumble blindly into the bedroom. The only light inside came through the translucent burgundy curtains, illuminating the room with just enough light.
From the doorway, Draco watched as Harry began to strip, shaking and rattled mentally. Draco knew this was entirely new to the Auror -being submissive. But he didn't care, really. It was his birthday, after all. Draco reached down to the wand attached to the holster of his belt and slipped it in his hand, ready. Harry, begrudgingly, laid down on the bed, face first in his pillows. He hadn't bothered to make his bed this morning, and his sheets were tossed to the floor in a pile. Draco wondered if Harry still had nightmares the way he did.
"Close your eyes."
"Can I speak?"
"Depends. Will you be mouthing off anytime soon?" He chuckled, parading his way with sensual struts to the edge of the bed, where he got a better look at Harry's luscious ass. Dear Merlin himself, if all Aurors were built to have an ass like Harry's, so taught and round and golden, Draco might have to make it his personal mission to bed every single one he could convert. And, maybe, even the ones he couldn't. Not only did Harry have a succulent backside, but his legs were thick, and his arms were cut, and -fuck, even his back was rippling with lean muscle.
Draco audibly gulped, so in awe of the brilliantly beautiful body before him.
"Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to do something?" Harry grumbled against his pillow, arms at the sides of his head.
Draco smirked, shrugging his pants off and loving the way the sound carried around the room. He saw Harry tense anxiously.
"Anything?" he asked.
After a tense moment, Harry nodded.
"Good." He crawled on the bed and straddled Harry's legs, then whispered a spell to oil his hand. Harry didn't recognize it, obviously, because otherwise he probably would have jumped up screaming bloody murder. Draco rubbed the slickness around on his fingers and rested his wand on Harry's back. "If that wand touches the bed, I walk out the door."
Then, very carefully, he gripped one of Harry's cheeks with his free hand, massaging the firm muscles. Harry groaned in response, body stiffening under Draco's touch, but otherwise staying put as ordered. Then, Draco moved his oiled hand to the other cheek and moved both hands in unison, stirring a light moan from the wizard beneath him.
"Fucking Hell…" Harry muttered as his ass was tenderly massaged. "That… ohh… feels nice."
Obviously, Draco thought, but he said nothing as he moved his oiled fingers closer to the crease between Harry's ass cheeks. He slid his thumb down the crease, directly at the base of Harry's spine, and his friend shivered, rattling the wand on his back but not making it roll. He was trying to hold onto self-control as Draco moved his thumb lower, and then lower still, until he found the thick bundle of tight muscles which clenched up at his sudden appearance.
Harry inhaled sharply.
Draco remained still, testing. When he was sure he wouldn't be thrown off, he continued his ministrations, making small circles against Harry's passage with his thumb while gently kneading his cheeks with careful consideration. Harry's head was tilted to the side, and Draco could see the furrowed brows mixed with the slightly parted mouth in the shape of an 'O.' With his free hand, Draco reached over to his wand and conjured a bit more oil, dripping it between Harry's ass cheeks before setting the wand back in its proper place once again: the small of Harry's back.
With the added slickness, Draco spread the oil around Harry's cheeks and rubbed it sensually between them. Each time he slid his fingers over Harry's puckered hole, he would add a bit more pressure. Soon, he watched Harry's hips rolling in time with Draco's thumb pressed against him, asking for more contact, yearning for a slow release. Draco couldn't stop the confident smile on his face as he pushed a bit further, right past the barrier.
He listened to Harry's hitched breathing, but the other wizard said nothing, so Draco continued, strumming his finger in and out in small increments. Before long, Harry's hips moved again, and Draco decided to play dirty.
"Look at the almighty Harry Potter, moaning like a school girl." He moved his finger slower, but deeper, inside the man. "Such a sexy sound."
"Mmm! Fuck…. You…"
"Oh, we'll get to that soon enough." Once he was past the first ring of muscles, Draco smirked and licked his lips and slipped his thumb in, to the first knuckle. Harry gasped beneath him, fisting the sheets. "What would the world say if they could see you right now? Beneath me? Moaning at my touch and loving every moment of it? What would they think of you if they knew you were letting an ex-Death Eater fingers your tight ass right now?"
"Oh, gods…" Harry fumbled for words as Draco moved his fingers even deeper inside of him.
"Such a little slut you are, taking it from a Malfoy. I bet you'd love anything I do to you. Want me to fuck you with my fingers, Harry?"
A muffled, "shut up," was his reply, followed timidly by a , "yess…"
And Draco did just that. He removed his thumb and prodded Harry's tight ass with his middle finger instead. Since he started with the most girthy finger, Harry willingly let his more slender, but lengthier, finger inside of him. Draco wasted no time in curling his finger and working that beautiful bundle of nerves near Harry's prostate.
"Fuck!" Harry gasped, bucking his hips and causing the wand to roll slightly. He ceased his movements, knowing damn well if the wand fell, the game was over.
"Tell me how much you liked that," Draco demanded, repeating the motion and earning a simpering moan from his friend.
"Ahh… I… I love it…"
Draco didn't ask for permission before working another finger, slowly, inside of Harry, stretching him. The raven-haired Auror groaned and sighed and slew curse words about the bedroom, but he never once told Draco to stop, nor did he fight the fingering of his ass. When two fingers rested comfortably inside, Draco rocked his fingers forward, curling them, and slapped Harry's ass playfully at the same time. Harry moaned like a dime store whore, making Draco arrogantly prideful.
"Tell me who's fucking your ass with his fingers."
"Ah. Y-You are."
"Who does this ass belong to?"
"God… you… it… belongs to you…"
"Say my name."
"Draco…"
"Say it again."
"Draco…!"
"Again!"
"Draco, fuck!"
Draco reached up with his free hand and grasped the back of Harry's hair, tugging his head back. "Up on all fours, Potter. You're about to get a first class lesson in what it means to be fucked senseless."
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~A.
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