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Chapter 45- Teasing Harry

�� Harry had
meant to change his plans when they arrived back at the Manor. He would detach
himself, retreat into a corner, and think about the lessons, direct and
otherwise, that he�d received from Snape�s example. If he thought long enough,
he hoped, even unconscious lessons would begin to surface.

�� That didn�t
work.

�� The moment
they Apparated to the Manor- and they�d come directly into Harry�s bedroom,
which Harry hadn�t realized was possible with the wards in place- Draco attacked
him again, biting his neck, breathing into his ear, digging his hands under
Harry�s robes, and urging him towards the bed so fast they stumbled.

�� Wait,�
Harry hissed. He�d said that he wanted Draco to fuck him into the mattress,
yes, but he hadn�t expected Draco to take him so literally. And, besides, he
didn�t know what to make of the desperation Draco was displaying now. Had
something gone wrong?

�� Draco drew
back from him long enough to whisper, �Do you remember what I told you once,
Harry?�

�� What?�
Harry wasn�t trying to remember; he was just grateful for the chance to catch
his breath and his balance. His head still spun in a lazy dance when he looked
at Draco again, and he actually took a step backwards at the way his eyes
gleamed. He enjoyed sex, of course he did, but Draco was regarding him with an
intense expression that Harry had never seen before.

�I usually like to tease my
partners,� Draco said, �keep them on the edge for hours. I said I wouldn�t do
that to you because we�d both been waiting years, even though you didn�t know
you were waiting. But now- now, we�ve taken some of the edge off. I want to
make you wait, tease you.� His voice had deepened, his eyes widening and
dilating and darkening, and he shifted slightly so that Harry could both see
and feel how very turned on he was. �Will you let me do that to you, Harry?�

�� Harry froze
for just a moment. He didn�t think he was afraid of admitting he was gay any
longer; he certainly wasn�t afraid of Draco�s touch. But every time he�d
gone to bed with Draco before, he�d been partially in control, enough to return
sniping comments and argue with him about the best position. Draco was asking
permission to reduce him past that, to make him lose control, to probably make
him beg and do other things that Harry couldn�t imagine sharing with anyone.

�� Draco�s
hand moved along the nape of his neck while Harry was trying to make his
decision, fingers spidering like silk, drifting so lightly that Harry arched
back involuntarily to increase the contact. Draco refused it. His fingers
floated away at the same moment Harry altered his position, but remained close
enough that Harry could just barely feel the pressure. He gritted his teeth.

�� Will you?�
Draco breathed. �I need your permission.�

�� Instincts
older than Auror training screamed at Harry to refuse. He couldn�t let
himself go like this, couldn�t let someone else have this measure of control
over him. He would trust, and some final barrier would fall, and Draco would
have the power to hurt him that no one else in the world had ever achieved.
Voldemort had been able to kill his friends and make him grieve and hate, but
he hadn�t mattered to Harry as a person, and every bit of manipulation
he inflicted had been against Harry�s express consent. Ron and Hermione had
mattered, a great deal, but they had never asked him for intimacy like this.
Ginny- Ginny probably would have, but she had died before they could advance
that far.

�� Harry
didn�t think he�d be able to go back again if he let Draco have this. Let Draco
wake up tomorrow and decide he was bored, and Harry would be heartbroken. He
wouldn�t know where to go, what to do with himself. After the Weasley Massacre,
he�d been able to close himself in as he did with the Dursleys and continue to
live.

�� He would
give up the option to do so tonight, if he let Draco have that final piece of
him.

*

�� Draco kept
almost-caressing Harry�s neck, and wondered if Harry knew what he was asking
for. From the way his jaw firmed and the way he trembled now and then, the motions
jars against an intense level of control, Draco was fairly sure he did.

�� He could
have given up, perhaps, backed off and waited for a better moment to ask it.
But Draco didn�t intend to. He had wanted this from Harry for two years. It was
the power to make Harry�s eyes shine the way they did when he captured a
criminal, the ability to stand in the center of his life as no one had
when Draco began studying him. Along with the power to comfort and heal came
the power to hurt, and so far Harry had not gone deeply enough to give Draco
that power over him.

�� Harry
turned slowly. Draco kept his hand in the same place, so that now his fingers
hovered an inch above Harry�s face instead of the nape of his neck. Harry
shivered, then drew in a deep breath.

�� You know
what this means,� he said.

�� I never
would have asked if I didn�t,� Draco replied at once. He kept his voice soft
and heated, beating against Harry�s barriers like the touch of embers. Harry�s
eyes half-lidded, and he shivered again.

�� You
realize I haven�t ever given this to anyone,� said Harry.

�� That�s
part of why I want it.�

�� I hate
being helpless.�

�� The words
could have sounded weak, Draco knew, but they carried so much more than fear.
There was caution there, and the eagerness for self-control, and the fury that
Harry exhibited when he was caught in a trap and couldn�t aid someone else.
Harry was afraid at least in part because he was giving up his strength, his
isolation, rather than just because he was granting Draco the power to hurt him.

�� I know
that,� Draco said, and let his voice croon. Harry�s eyes darkened again. �And I
can�t promise that I won�t hurt you, but I can promise that I�ll properly value
what you give me.� Now he kissed the air above Harry�s cheeks, and watched
those cheeks flush as he began to pant.

�� Damn,�
said Harry, and shut his eyes for a long moment. When he opened them, Draco was
elated to see reason peering through the desire. Harry had made a conscious
decision to surrender, not just one controlled by his hormones. �What you
promise had better be worth it, Malfoy.�

�� It is, it
is,� Draco whispered, and then leaned his weight on Harry, slowly but
inexorably bearing him backwards onto the bed. The only point of contact was
between their chests; Draco kept his hips arched so that his groin stayed away
from Harry�s, and his hands still hovered the same distance from his skin. When
the other man lay sprawled beneath him, he picked up his wrists and moved them
gently to the edges of the bed. �Now, I could bind you,� he said. �But I
would prefer that you stay where I put you. Will you do that?�

�� Harry gave
a shallow nod. His breathing had sped up so that he sounded like someone trying
to find fresh air in the middle of a fire. Draco paused to watch him for a
moment, then braced his elbows on the bed, lifted himself high, and bent down
for their first proper kiss since Harry had started having doubts.

�� Harry
opened his mouth without being told, and for long moments Draco simply
concentrated on the thorough kiss, rolling his tongue over and down, licking
the insides of Harry�s cheeks and his teeth, laving his mouth until Harry was
making small whimpering noises and straining to get closer.

�� Draco
pulled back and whispered, �Stay still, remember?�

�� A shudder
raced through Harry, and then he lay obediently still. Draco moved back in for
another kiss, while at the same time he picked up his wand and cast a spell he
had practiced so many times that he could do it nonverbally with ease.

*

�� A hundred
tiny legs raced up and down Harry�s chest.

�� Not in
reality, he knew; he had recognized the feel of magic as soon as it began. But
it burned his skin with a slow smolder that he had never felt before. He was
used to desperate lust and competitive arousal. Not this slow spiral, which
completed one turn, allowed him to get comfortable with what he was feeling,
and then urged him one more step higher, one more notch into frenzy.

�� Draco�s
kiss wasn�t enough. Harry couldn�t tell if the yearning for more contact
sprang from the desire, or if he would have felt it even without the spell
urging him into gasps and moans. He started to lift his hands. He would clamp
them on Draco�s shoulders and drive him downwards. Then he would have to
give Harry more than just the lips and tongue touching him right now.

�� You said
you would lie still,� Draco breathed against his mouth.

�� Harry
clenched his jaw, thought about the promise for a moment, and managed to lower
his wrists.

�� He had
never been so hard, or so fevered. Trails of sensation raced down his chest,
and connected his groin with his mouth, with his arms, with his face. He wanted
hands everywhere on him at once, as impossible as he knew that to be. That
particular lust probably was a product of the spell, but right now,
Harry didn�t care. He wanted it.

�� And he had
to lie still and trust Draco to know what he was doing, to not tease him so
long, and eventually make the waiting worth it.

�� Harry let
his head fall to the side, incapable of straining his neck into an unnatural
position any longer. Draco didn�t chide him; in fact, he made a small pleased
sound, as if this evidence of Harry�s weakness was what he�d wanted, and tilted
his head to follow, even rewarding Harry with a rub of one cheek over his.

�� Harry
shuddered. He was on the verge of feeling too much, and he half-wanted
to flinch away the way he would when someone tried to tickle him. But the
desire in his chest continued to rise, and to urge him closer and closer. He
had to have more, even as it was on the verge of becoming too much.

�� Draco
finally gave it to him.

�� Harry
wasn�t entirely sure if it was deliberate; it almost seemed as if Draco lost
his balance and so fell into the cradle of Harry�s thighs. But suddenly their
cocks pressed together, and Harry arched his back, crying out, a flush of heat
racing through him towards the soles of his feet. He thought his toes were
actually curling. That was a ridiculous supposition to have at any other time,
but he couldn�t help it. He couldn�t help anything. He couldn�t control
what was happening to him.

�� He started
to pause, the thought terrifying him, but Draco murmured a spell, and their
clothes vanished. Then he added something else beneath his breath, and the
desire grew worse and worse. Harry heard someone say, �Please,� in a
voice as deep as that of a Muggle who�d smoked all his life, and thought a
third person was in the room with them for a moment before he realized it had
to be him.

�� Patience,
Harry,� Draco breathed, and the joy in his voice was dark and heavy, adding to
the atmosphere of the room rather than cutting through it. He�d shifted so that
their groins didn�t touch any longer. �We only just took our clothes off. Don�t
you want to wait a bit?�

�� No!� Harry
managed to keep lying still, but it was a very near thing. �Please, Draco, please,
touch me.�

�� I am
touching you,� Draco whispered.

�� More
than this, damn it!�

�� If you
insist,� Draco murmured, and lowered himself further, though he still had his
hands braced so he wasn�t lying fully on top of Harry. Their cocks brushed,
naked skin to naked skin, and Harry threw his head back with an ecstatic cry.
He wasn�t surprised to feel sweat sliding over his face, or quivers racing
through his body as if he�d run a mile. They hadn�t done much in the way of
athletic sex yet, that was true, but the effort of holding himself in check, of
surrendering and letting Draco do what he wanted instead of taking control of
the situation, was getting to him.

�� And then
Draco began to talk, with only the faintest hint of excitement in his voice to
show how affected he was.

�� Imagine,
Harry, how long I could keep going like this, how many spells I could use. I
know a spell that keeps people from orgasm; I�ve used that one when I want to
exhaust my partner and make sure that he or she knows I�m in charge. I could do
that. I could make you wait, and wait, and wait. I could make you renounce your
job at the Ministry before I let you come.�

�� Before
this, if Draco had said such things, Harry would have laughed and denied that
anything could make him do that. But now the thought of the ache in his body
going unsatisfied until he did just that made him whimper.

�� That�s
it,� Draco whispered. �On the other hand, I could satisfy you, Harry. Just
slowly, that�s all. Imagine the realization of the dream you had when you first
came here, hands touching you, rolling your balls, finding all your sensitive
spots, and you can�t do anything about it.� He paused a moment. �But, of
course, you can do something about it. You can raise your hands, grip
me, and force me down. The only thing holding you back from that is your
promise.�

�� Harry
realizes he was uttering sharp, helpless cries. His legs scissored weakly
across the bed, opening and shutting as if that would miraculously force Draco
to stop his monologue and act. His head arched back, baring his throat. He
wasn�t helpless, he couldn�t be with his limbs free and the decision to
move or not move all his own, but at the same time, he�d said he wouldn�t.

�� He didn�t
want to move, not yet. The edge of pain or sharpness had melted back into
pleasure. He was starting to enjoy the feeling of hovering on the edge of
orgasm for its own sake.

�� The one
thing he didn�t want was for completion to never come.

�� Go on,� he
said, when he realized Draco had stopped speaking. His voice limped and
staggered, never quite strong enough to manage a stammer. �What else would you
do to me?�

*

�� Draco
licked his lips. His mouth was thick and heavy, and it felt as if he should be
drooling. He wasn�t. The taste in his mouth was so sweet, that was all, it made
his tongue numb and his head spin.

�� Harry was
giving him everything he wanted, dropping the final barriers, letting Draco
touch and grip things that no one else had ever even seen.

�� And now he
wanted more.

�� Draco bowed
his head and rolled his neck, so that the tips of his hair scraped Harry�s
nipples. Harry gave another one of those cries, so involved in sensation that
he couldn�t be embarrassed.

�� I�d ask
you for more and more,� Draco whispered. �I�d ask you to touch yourself, but
not come. I�d ask you to hold yourself open for me and let me fuck you, but
still not come. I�d ask you to do so much, Harry, but still hover on the very
edge of what would give you the greatest pleasure- not because you wanted to,
not because you were compelled to, but for no greater reason than that I
wished it, and you wanted to give me what I wanted.�

�� Harry gave
a soul-deep shiver compounded, Draco thought, of excitement and lust and nearly
vicious pleasure. And Draco relented.

�� This was
enough for a first exposure. Besides, his spells would increase their pace, and
it wouldn�t be long before Harry was actually in pain from his need. And his own
lust had mounted to the point where his words were slurring and the images in
his head drizzled like wet paint.

�� Time to
give them what they both wanted.

�� He didn�t
warn Harry. He simply dropped himself and let all his skin touch Harry�s at
once.

�� Harry�s
eyes blinked open, forest-green and nearly inhuman in their lust, and then his
neck tilted back and he shouted one final time. Draco managed to keep his eyes
focused even as orgasm seized him and dashed him down in spasms. His legs
shook, his spine curled, his body jolted in harsh undignified motions. Beneath
him, Harry shook as if he were being struck by lightning.

�� He�d never
come so hard, so intensely, so satisfyingly. It took every effort to keep
himself from just sprawling there, stuck to Harry with sweat and semen, and
going to sleep.

�� Dragging on
reserves of willpower he hadn�t had to use for two years, since he first
discovered Harry and restrained himself from pouncing on him at once, he picked
up his wand and cast a cleaning spell. Harry was breathing so deeply that for a
moment Draco thought he was already asleep. Then he realized that his eyes were
open, and staring at him, and that Harry was merely trying to recover from what
they�d done.

�� All right
there?� Draco whispered.

�� Harry
rolled his head nearer for an answer, and let his cheek rest against Draco�s
collarbone.

�� Draco
closed his eyes, as he hadn�t had to do throughout this teasing. The trust in
the gesture spoke for itself, without words.

�� Before,
he was mine in a way that he could have belonged to other people, too. But this-
this, no one else ever won, or ever would have, or ever will, now that he�s
given it to me.

�� Draco
yawned, curled himself firmly but lightly about Harry, and went to sleep. He
didn�t see that he had any other choice at the moment.
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