FIC: "Poetry" NC17

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Title: Poetry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Summary: Harry uses erotic poetry to get Draco to admit a few personal (and rather perverted desires)
Warnings: BDSM (Pretty harsh, I've been told) Erotic Poetry, and a very yummy and very subby Draco.
Disclaimer 1: I own none of these characters. They are the property of J.K.Rowling, I only borrow them and do perverse things with them. I am making no money from this (Which is a shame, really.)
Disclaimer 2: I also did NOT write any of the poems featuring in this fic. I borrowed them from people who are much more talented than I.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. J.K.Rowling does. I just borrow them and do perverse things with them. I also did NOT write any of the poems appearing in this fic, they are all borrowed from people who can write much better than I can. Do not steal them and pass them off as your own!!!!

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"Me." by ‘a boy gone crazy’ www.gaypoetry.com

"Lust." by kari alder (c) 2003

"Corrupt" by slytherinbrandbabyoil (Or SBBO as she is so lovingly called)


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Harry took a seat over on the far side of the room, as far away and out of reach from the blonde Slytherin as was possible. He couldn’t hide the smirk that was tugging at the corners of his mouth and it was all he could do to stop himself from laughing out loud. He opened the book he had in his hand at a random page and began to scan each poem in turn to see which one would get the best reaction.

The large, red leather bound book was resting in his lap and over the rim of his glasses Harry could see the blonde struggling slightly in his chair. He had no reason to worry though, the ropes he has conjured to hold Draco wouldn’t give, Draco was his prisoner for as long as Harry wanted. And he hadn’t even started yet.

"Soft, warm and damp" Harry read quietly to himself as he took note of titles. No, that poem was obviously about girl’s bits and he doubted the reaction would be anywhere near as pleasant as he was hoping if he read that one.

He went on.

Some of the titles made him chuckle and some made his eyebrows look as if they were all ready to jump off the top of his forehead. And all the while he could hear Draco’s chair creaking.

"Potter, either hurry up or untie me. This is getting increasingly irksome."

"Shut up, I’m looking."

There was more silence, only partially disturbed by Draco’s occasional grunts and frustrated sighs. Harry was still looking, flicking through the pages and raking his eyes down them in the hopes of finding a decent poem. Most of them seemed to be about the female body and he figured Draco might be a bit insulted if he started comparing him to a girl.

Although seeing Draco getting angry and all worked up might be just as fun as seeing him getting horny.

Harry smiled, turned the page… and there it was. The title seemed to almost leap off the paper and grab him. He read the poem through and a wide grin spread across his face.

"Potter… Honestly. I take less time than this getting ready in the morning. What are you reading there anyway? The beginners guide to domination?"

Harry looked up from his book and cleared his throat; the smirk that had been toying with his lips earlier was now plastered across his face clear as day.

"I want you to corrupt me.
Break and damage me today.
Teach me all the sexy things.
Bound and locked away."

It was rather satisfying the way Draco’s head shot up to attention. Harry stopped reading and looked up to meet the Slytherin’s grey eyes. "Like it so far?" he asked, as if he were reading a mere bedtime story. Draco raised an eyebrow and averted his gaze. It made Harry smile to see that Draco was trying to maintain his cool, dominant exterior even though he was bound and totally defenceless. The Gryffindor took a while to marvel at his own creativity before continuing.


"I want you to show me how.
To make them squirm and beg.
Teach me all the secret things.
Of head and arm and leg."

A quick glance upward to check. Nothing. Draco hadn’t moved an inch. Harry went on.


"I want you to hurt me now.
Make me forget the other pain.
Teach me all the sadist' things.
To learn a new way to be sane."

A smirk. "You’d like me to hurt you wouldn’t you, Malfoy?" He said almost huskily as he ran a finger over the corner of the book.

A grunt of amused mockery was his reply, and it only served to intensify the tension in the room. Although he wasn’t totally sure what kind of tension it was, but he didn’t really care at the moment.


"I want you to make me allow.
My body to be touched.
Teach me all the pleasant things.
That come from humans clutched.
I want you to wipe sweat from my brow.
After hours of our game.
Teach me all the naughty things
That good boys play with blame."

A slight movement caught Harry’s eye and he looked up again. Draco had attempted to stand up. Harry loved it. The networking and co-operation of ropes was brilliant. Draco’s torso was tied securely to the back of the chair, his legs spread and bound to each of the chair legs. And the only thing keeping him from using his hands was the fact he was sitting on the length of rope binding them together, each hand resting on the edge of the chair next to his thighs. It had to be infuriating to know that all you had to do was stand to get full use of your hands, yet standing is the one thing you were prevented from doing.

"Something the matter, Dracums?" Harry asked as if genuinely interested. Draco sneered back in Harry’s direction and became stationary again.

"No, I just have an itch." He snapped.

"Want me to scratch it for you?" Harry’s voice was low and suggestive when he said this and Draco rolled his eyes. Harry didn’t move for a while and kept his eyes locked on Draco’s seeing who would break first.

It was one point to Gryffindor after only 20 seconds. Draco had looked down and Harry had won the battle.

This was getting more fun all the time.


"I want you to make me allow.
My body to be touched.
Teach me all the dirty things.
I've hide from behind my crutch.
I want you to seduce me.
Break and heal my thoughts today."



Silence…

Draco was still staring at the floor and his eyes held a lot less defiance then they had a few moments ago. Harry was mildly pleased, but not satisfied. He stood up slowly and watched the blonde for a while. When he didn’t move he began walking towards him. "Well…?" He asked as if it were his own poem he had read and he were waiting approval from a publisher. Draco took a breath and looked up.

"I thought it was amateur and not at all arousing. And frankly, I’m quite disappointed, Potter. I could be more sensual in my sleep."

Harry chuckled and stopped walking when he was several feet from Draco’s chair. "So you’ve never thought about anything in that poem? Never wanted me to… *hurt* you, *abuse* you? Never wanted me to leave little red bruises on your skin?"

Draco’s jaw locked and he gave Harry one of the coldest looks he had ever given anyone. Damn Harry and his uncanny way of always knowing what people wanted.

"Shall I read another?" Harry asked as he turned from Draco and began walking back to his own chair. He received no answer so he took it as a yes.

More page flicking, more title scanning until eventually he found yet another poem that seemed to call to him in a rather perverse and kinky way.

He took his seat and rested the book on his lap once again. Draco squirmed, Harry saw it but decided not to comment.

"Leave your markings on my thighs

Leave me breathless,

Make me sigh

Make me cum so hard I cry

Bring me rapture,

Help me fly"

He didn’t look up but spoke to Draco. "Can you count how many times you’ve thought this on two hands? Or do you need a few more?"

"Fuck you, Potter!"

"Maybe later…

Brand me with your biting teeth

What you want,

What I need

Make me beg while on my knees

Make your lust

What I must breathe

Leave your bruises on my skin

To remind me of our luscious sin

Hold my throat

To make me spin

Through such a fire

That I swim"

Harry could have sworn that was a whimper he heard…. Oh well…

"Tattoo your name

across my flesh

to know you own me makes me sweat

Tempt me with salacious sex

Mark this body with your scent

Show me off

while tied and chained

Fuck me under pounding rain

Abuse me with the softest pain

because I trust you when we play"

Draco took a little while to regain himself before fixing a grin across his face and looking at Harry with something that could be triumph. "Well done. I would clap but… well…" he gave a small nod towards his bound hands.

And Harry was on his feet again, walking closer to his captive, book still in hand.

"Glad you liked it." He said, matching the sarcasm in Draco’s voice. "Because I have more." He was standing so close that his knees were just barely touching Draco’s.

"Now close your eyes." He said softly and when Draco didn’t he received a hard slap round the face.

"Ow! What the f…"

"I said close your eyes Draco. I won’t do it again if you don’t obey orders. And I know you want me to do it again."

Harry liked how Draco went to protest and found that he couldn’t. Instead soft eyelashes fell upon soft skin as Draco obediently closed his eyes.

"Such a good boy." Harry cooed as he held the book up again. "Now I want you to imagine this. Think about it, Really think about everything in this poem. Think about how much you want it."

Draco’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips and he nodded, eyes still closed. Harry waited for a while, adding dramatic tension and taking the time to absorb the need radiating off of the Slytherin. It was quite intoxicating.

"Need me, want me, touch me, love me.

From the moment the sun sets on Friday

to the last second on Sunday morning.

Read me, suck me, drink me, use me.

In the bedroom where our bodies

mix with sweat and honey.

Pour the liquor, drink champagne.

Nibble on my nipples, swim in my shame.

On all fours for you.

Tenderly wrap the collar and chain

around my neck.

Whip me, paddle me, tug at me.

Tie it up for me.

The only sling in the room

for you to…

Do me, thrash me, bound me, fuck me.

Force me, blind me, leather me.

Do to me

where only my imagination

has taken me."

Harry read this poem very slowly, with pauses between each verse and watched with glee as he saw the effect it was having on Draco.

"You’d like me to thrash you, wouldn’t you? And fuck you, force you. Walk you around like a dog on a leash?"

Draco’s breathing was noticeably faster now and Harry smiled. "Just admit it, Draco. You like the idea of me treating you like dirt, don’t you? You’ve dreamt about it several times. You can still feel the wonderful pain I’ve given you in your fantasies can’t you?"

"Stop it." Came the small, now trembling voice from Draco’s pale lips. Harry felt his own erection pressing against his trousers and as he looked down he realised, with much delight, that Draco was hard too.

"You don’t mean that." Harry told him as he walked silently round behind Draco’s chair. The blonde’s eyes were still closed and Harry wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or fear. Harry hoped it was a bit of both. "You love the fact I have you tied up and helpless, don’t you? You like being at my complete mercy. You want me to mistreat you and keep you as a pet. Admit it."

"No"

"Admit it."

"No"

"Admit it."

"No!" Draco voice shook, he was breaking.

Harry leant down and licked a trail up the length of Draco’s neck. "Admit. It." He whispered into Draco’s ear gently but firmly.

And Draco crumbled.

"Yes." Came his reply. It was small, shaky, almost inaudible but there it was. Harry could have shouted with joy but instead he shoved all his excitement down and locked it away for later release.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Draco." He said as he stood back up and ran a finger down the wet trail he had just made, causing the blonde to shiver and whimper.

Draco opened his eyes and squirmed slightly in his chair.

"I-I want… want you to hit me."

"Yes…?"

"And… I want you to scratch me."

"Go on…"

"And bite me. And whip me…"

"You want bruises don’t you, Draco? Painful ones that you can press days after they’ve been inflicted and still feel the pain." Harry let his hand slide lightly over one of Draco’s alabaster shoulders and as far down his arm as the rope would let him. "And you want it again and again and again. Don’t you?"

Draco shivered almost violently and actually moaned as the thought of Harry hurting him and using him. He wanted it so badly and had done for so long. "Please…"

"Please what?" Harry asked slyly, although he knew full well what Draco wanted

"Please… hurt me. Use me, do bad things to me. Please." Draco begged, his voice pleading and desperate and now he was squirming and writhing in the chair with anticipation. Harry was enjoying himself immensely and he was all for hurting the blonde, making him scream with such mingled pain and pleasure that he wouldn’t know where one ended and the other began.

But he wasn’t finished yet. As much as he wanted to string Draco up to the ceiling and spank him so hard he bruised, he had to take his time and draw things out.

He walked back infront of his prisoner and straddled him, putting pressure on his legs and digging the rope underneath his thighs harder into his skin. Draco winced ever so slightly and attempted to press his hips against Harry’s but the Gryffindor had positioned himself far enough back from Draco’s pelvis to be just a few inches out of reach. He grinned at Draco’s obvious frustration and lifted his hand to run a few fingers gently across Draco’s collar bone.

"You want me to do bad things to you? I could do anything. It’s dangerous not to specify" Harry purred, his voice obviously laden with arousal. Draco gulped and Harry saw him twisting his wrists in their restraints.

"Maybe I should just not do anything to you. That would be bad wouldn’t it?" He said slowly pushing himself off the blonde’s lap.

"This is bad… isn’t it?" He said as he slowly began lifting his T-shirt up and pulling it over his head. He let it drop to the floor after he had removed it and kicked it back a few feet across the room, out of his way.

Draco frowned, the need still burning in his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Being bad." Harry informed as he undid his trousers and slowly pulled them off. He had removed his shoes and socks previously so there was no dallying. His trousers came straight off to display firm, lean Quidditch-toned legs. He was left standing in his boxers, which, although were not terribly sexy, was enough to make Draco moan and struggle with his bonds a little harder.

"Do you want me to touch you, Draco?" Harry asked silkily.

Draco nodded, the look on his face was brilliant. He wanted to be touched and mistreated, he needed it and his expression showed it. It was priceless. Harry wished for once he had taken a leaf out of Colin Creevy’s book and brought a camera with him everywhere.

"Do you want to touch me?" He asked, the same tone in his voice. Harry got the same response and almost laughed at the sweat starting to form on the blonde’s brow.

Harry slowly removed his boxers and threw them in the pile with the rest of his clothes. "Do you want to touch me like this?" he asked as he slid one hand smoothly down his own chest and stopped to tweak at a nipple.

Draco’s eyes widened a little, Harry was touching himself. He wondered how much further Harry would take this. Although it was incredibly arousing he wanted Harry to be touching him.

He watched as Harry’s hand snaked it’s way downwards over his stomach and down the front of one thigh, narrowly missing his own hard cock.

Then the hand moved inside to the softer part of the thigh and Harry squeezed slightly and moaned as he closed his eyes and imagined it was Draco’s body he was touching.

Draco’s erection was getting almost painful now and he bucked his hips slightly as he saw Harry grab his own cock in his hand and began to move it slowly up and down the shaft. Oh God this was hot. Although still painfully aware of his own sorely needed release, watching Harry masturbate was almost as good as having Harry give him a hand job.

Every time Harry moaned, Draco copied and felt little tremors of pleasure run up and down his spine.

Harry came rather quickly, as the added effect of having Draco watching was a rather intense bonus. Scooping up all the come that he could into his hand, he walked back to Draco’s chair and smirked down at him.

"Are you hungry, Dracums?" Harry asked and Draco nodded frantically as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

Harry all but shoved his fingers down Draco’s throat and chuckled as Draco licked them clean, gagging once or twice as he felt Harry’s finger at the back of his throat.

"Do you want to come now?" Harry asked, fingers still in Draco’s mouth. Draco nodded and made a garbled attempt to answer the question, but with Harry’s fingers pressing down on his tongue it was made rather difficult.

There was something about Draco’s inability to speak that seemed quite appealing to the Gryffindor. He grinned and removed his fingers and got down on his knees infront of Draco’s chair.

"I took that to mean yes. Was I correct?" he asked, resting both hands on Draco’s knees.

"Yes." Was all Draco could manage, his cock was throbbing painfully and he needed sweet release. He was going to mad with all this waiting if Harry didn’t hurry up. Luckily he didn’t have to wait much longer, soft moist lips wrapped around his cock and he felt a warm tongue slide down the underside of it and then soft suction began.

This felt good. The pain in his cock died down slightly and was replaced with smooth, wet pleasure. Draco didn’t know if Harry had done this many times before but he was doing a fucking good job of it. He seemed to know exactly where Draco needed it. He left no part un-licked, moving his tongue all over the hard member and evening giving attention to the usually forgotten topside.

The sucking was like a sort of milking action, coaxing the contents to spill warm into his mouth, almost as if he were trying to drag it out.

Draco was moaning and writing and bucking and grunting and Harry could tell by the way his stomach fluttered in and out so spasmodically that he was reaching his peak. He pulled back quickly and smiled. He hadn’t allowed Draco to come and he had been so very close.

"What?! No, please don’t stop. Harry please." Draco pleaded but Harry stood up and chuckled.

"I’m doing bad things to you, like you asked." He walked over to the jeans that he had thrown in a heap and took his wand out of his pocket. Once he had it in his hand he walked back over to Draco and looked him over for a while.

"I’m going to untie you now and then I’m going to take you over to the bed. Once there I’m going to re-tie you and hurt you so much you’ll scream. And then I’m going to fuck you. Do you understand?"

Draco could only nod as a whole new rush of excitement swept over him. He felt the ropes round his upper arms, legs and wrists loosen and he was free. He stood up and stepped clear of the tangle of unravelled rope and followed Harry over to the bed in one of the corners of the room.

Harry stood by the corner of the bed. "Lay down, on your back and put your arms together above your head." He ordered and Draco obeyed. Once he was in position Harry used his wand to conjure more ropes to bind Draco’s hands firmly to the bedpost just above his head. Seeing Draco stretched out like this was extremely arousing and Harry could already feel himself getting hard again.

He watched Draco squirm for a little while, delighting in the small whimpering noises being made and watching the way Draco’s muscles tensed and stretched when he moved. His movements were almost snake-like and Harry laughed inwardly, Draco’s name had never suited him more than it did now. He slowly crawled onto the bed and pushed Draco’s legs apart so he could kneel between them and began gently running one hand up and down Draco’s left thigh. He still held his wand in his other hand and with a small flittering hand gesture a length of rather thick green material slithered out the end and floated almost like flowing water towards Draco’s face.

Draco looked confused. "What’s that?" he asked, voice still shaking and desperate. The grin on Harry’s face became almost evil at that point and with another small flick of his wand, Draco found out exactly what it was.

He was shocked at first as he felt the material press against his mouth and then tighten round his head but as soon as he realised it wasn’t going to wrap around his throat and strangle him as well he relaxed.

"I think I like it when you don’t talk back." Harry informed and placed his wand gently down on the edge of the bed, out of harms way.

"Now, what was that you said you wanted me to do to you? Hit you? Like this…?"

The sharp slapping sound of skin on skin resounded around the room, along with the sound of Draco’s now muffled cry as Harry’s hand made firm contact with the inside of Draco’s thigh. Harry smiled and ran his hand gently over the spot he had just hit before planting another hard smack in exactly the same place. Draco’s cries were quite satisfying and Harry found that the harder he smacked, the louder they became.

More slaps, more cries and Draco’s skin was getting redder and redder. Harry didn’t give attention to both thighs, no, that would give the other one time to stop stinging. He just stuck to Draco’s left thigh and smacked it until it was warm and bruised and Draco was moaning like a whore.

"That feels good, doesn’t it, Draco?" Harry asked as he grabbed hold of the bruised flesh in his hands and gave it a good hard squeeze. Draco gave a muffled yell and tried to jerk his leg away from the pressure Harry was applying, but to no avail, and it did feel so good. Harry squeezed even harder and Draco moaned as his eyes closed and his hips arched off the mattress.

"And you wanted me to scratch you." Harry said after a while as he removed his hands from Draco’s thigh and leaned forward and dug his nails into Draco’s chest, just below his collarbone. Draco opened his eyes and nodded, giving a small grunt of approval. He wanted to feel Harry’s nails ripping the top layer of skin, he wanted visible marks. Claw like marks that he could look at and cherish for ages. Maybe if he was lucky they would scar and he could keep them forever and from the way Harry was scraping him, he felt that they might.

There was no mercy at all. Draco felt the hot pain make it’s way slowly down his chest and stomach and moaned in such pain and blinding pleasure that his throat hurt. He had dreamed of this so many times.

He felt the nails leave his skin when they reached his hip and then jolted as Harry’s hand met his thigh again for another hard smack. It still stung and he had been a little caught off guard but it felt good none the less and he made a small noise half way between and moan and a whimper, signalling for Harry to do it again. Which he did, with relish.

The wonderful abuse went on, Harry taking turns to bite, scratch and smack all over Draco’s body, turning the once pale white skin into a patchwork of different coloured bruises. The skin on Draco’s collarbone was bleeding slightly from a wound Harry had inflicted with his teeth and Draco’s whole left thigh was aching and sore, but he loved every second of it. Harry knew how to make pain feel amazing and it almost became like a drug. Every time Harry stopped, Draco would moan and arch his spine to entice Harry to continue.

But after a while, Harry’s hand began to hurt from all the times it had made contact with Draco’s thigh and he sat back, still between the blonde’s legs, and watched him squirm for a bit.

"Aren’t you glad we had this opportunity, Dracums?" Harry said rather patronisingly. Draco just moaned and lifted his hips off the bed in response. Harry chuckled and began gently running his now sore hand gently over Draco’s lower stomach, just above his groin. "I’m not usually into this kind of thing, Draco. Something about you just brings it out of me. Probably your snot nosed attitude, or the bratty way you talk to me like I’m beneath you." Harry grinned as he watched Draco squirm about some more, such a beautiful boy. "But things look a little different now, don’t they?"

Harry wasn’t sure if Draco was listening, as he seemed rather caught up in trying to encourage the touching, shifting his hips ever so slightly further up the bed hoping Harry’s hand would brush over his cock. Harry didn’t miss a trick though and he removed his hand straight away. "Ah, ah, ah, naughty boy." He said with a smirk. "Going to have to punish you now."

Draco heard that quiet clearly and whimpered as the waiting was driving him crazy. He whined as Harry pushed himself up and climbed off the bed, wondering if he was going to leave him here unsatisfied but was slightly shocked when Harry’s hands found their way under his back and legs and rolled him over onto his stomach in one strong heave.

Draco’s erection was now pressed firmly into the mattress and he instantly began to grind his hips against it, much to Harry’s amusement.

"Oh, so you were looking for double the punishment were you? That’s perfectly fine by me Drake." The Gryffindor said as he reached once again for his wand.

He pointed it at the mattress and muttered a few simple and charms a flogger materialised on the bed a few inches away from the wands tip. Draco tried to look over his shoulder to see what Harry was doing, but only succeeded in looking to the side slightly, at his shoulder that was starting to ache from being held in this position. He grunted and shifted on the bed a little, frustrated at the delay, while also trying to find a more comfortable way to lay, resting his cheek against the pillow and trying to twist his hands round in their restraints so they weren’t in such an awkward position.

Suddenly he felt cool leather tendrils being traced lightly over his buttocks and lower back and moaned as he raised his body up to them. Harry grinned at this and continued to run the flogger over Draco’s pale body, listening to him moan and whimper and watching him as he flexed and arched his hips, lifting his arse into the air as if coaxing Harry to strike.

… Which he did.

The sound of both leather on skin and Draco’s strangled scream echoed off the walls, making Harry harder by the second. Already red welts had started to rise on Draco’s pale skin. The colour contrast was quite amazing. The white alabaster flesh strewn with bright red welts was a rather appealing sight and Harry liked it. He swung the leather strips downwards again to land another hard smack across Draco’s ass hearing Draco’s scream once again and watching as he writhed around on the mattress, trying to escape the pain and wanting more at the same time.

Harry gladly gave it to him, smack after smack after smack. 35 in total, and he didn’t stop at Draco’s ass either, the red welts were visible all the way down the back of his thighs and all the way up his back to his shoulder blades. By the time Harry had finished, Draco was moaning and whimpering, tears were rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto the mattress and he desperately needed to come.

This pain was soooo good, it was so intense that at some points he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to continue or not, but every time he told himself he wanted to stop it just got better. The pain was driving him crazy with lust and need and when Harry finally stopped he was disappointed.

"I made a pretty pattern." Harry said looking at the marks the flogger had made on Draco’s skin. Draco flinched as Harry’s ran his hands over them then moaned as the sting shot through his body and sent a sort of electric shock down to his throbbing cock. Harry seemed quite content to just feel the welts under his fingers, the way the skin had risen in small red lines across Draco’s body, then he heard Draco’s muffled attempt at speaking and looked up.

"Hmm?" He asked as he looked at the back of Draco’s blonde head. "Sorry, what was that?"

Draco growled in frustration, knowing that Harry knew he couldn’t speak then tried again anyway.

This went on for several moments before Harry decided to remove the gag and let Draco say his piece.

"Fuck me!" Was Draco’s gasped demand. Harry smirked and removed his hands from Draco’s body.

"Excuse me? That sounded like an order. Are you in any kind of position to be ordering me around Malfoy?"

Draco whimpered "No, I’m sorry. But please, I need to come." He begged and began instinctively grinding his hips against the mattress again. One thing he wasn’t expecting at that moment was to feel Harry’s hands under his body again, rolling him back over onto his back with enough force that would have sent him rolling off the bed had he not been tired to it.

Then Harry was pushing his legs apart and once again climbing between them, pulling Draco’s thighs on top of his own. Without words he spat into his hand a few times then wiped the saliva over his cock, making sure it was completely coated before lifting Draco’s hips and guiding his throbbing member into the blonde’s tight, warm hole.

Draco squealed with glee when he felt the penetration, felt his entrance being stretched in the most delicious way, and the throbbing vein in Harry’s cock against his tender inner flesh. It was great.

The Gryffindor pushed his whole cock into Draco’s arse, not giving him any time to get used to the invasion, gripping the blonde’s hips tightly in both hands as he dug his nails in slightly.

At first he just moved slowly in and out, making sure not to actually put too much pressure on Draco’s prostate, just letting Draco know who was in charge. "Tell me how much you want this, Draco." He said firmly as he let go of one of Draco’s pale hips and began making invisible patterns over Draco’s stomach with his finger.

"More... than... anything. I need it, I need you. I want to.... feel you inside me. Please... fuck me" Draco moaned, tugging once against at his bound hands.

Harry seemed satisfied with the answer and actually smiled, didn’t smirk, didn’t grin, he smiled and pulled back again before thrusting forward, angling himself so that his cock brushed against the Slytherin’s prostate.

"Oh, god, Harry!" Draco gasped and instinctively bucked his hips upwards as a spasm of extreme pleasure rushed through his entire body. Harry liked this reaction and repeated the movement. Draco responded by doing the same thing, only moaning Harry’s name a little louder.

Trying to stop himself from grinning, Harry took hold of Draco’s rock hard cock and squeezed lightly as he began moving his hand up and down, feeling it throbbing against his palm.

Draco began to shake as the pleasure washed over him in waves, clearing his mind of everything except the moment. Already he could feel a tightening in his balls and lower stomach and he knew that if Harry kept going like this it wouldn’t be too long before he reached his peak.

Similarly Harry could feel a reaction in his own balls, the blonde was just too delicious and he couldn’t hold back. Speeding up and gripping Draco’s cock tighter sweat began to trickle down his temple, eyes closed now as he heard Draco almost screaming in ecstasy. The pleasure was almost blinding him, his eyes wide open but he could hardly see, it was euphoric, he was floating. his balls were tightening to the point where it was almost too much, he moaned loudly and opened his mouth in a silent scream of total pleasure as the first spasms of orgasm shuddered through his body.

Draco came first, spilling his hot seed all over Harry’s hand, voicing his joy at finally being allowed to release and shuddering violently as the after tremors continued to ripple through him. Harry continued to thrust until he too climaxed and shot his salty essence into the Slytherin.

It was a while before either of them could move, Harry knelt, panting, looking down at Draco. Draco had his eyes closed, shaking and sweating, breathing just as heavily.

Smiling, Harry stroked Draco’s chest, avoiding the scratch marks and waited for him to open his eyes. "Good boy." He cooed and Draco smiled back.

"You do take pain well Draco, maybe we should make this a regular thing?"

Draco chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "And would that be for my benefit or yours?" He asked playfully.

Harry reached for his wand and pointed it at Draco’s wrists, in an instant they were free and the rope was gone. "You know, you looked good in that position." He informed as he slowly removed himself from Draco’s entrance and moved forward to lie down next to the blonde.

"I did?"

"Yes.. but you know where else you look good?"

"Where?"

Harry smiled as he wrapped his arms gently round Draco’s body and kissed him gently on the neck. "Right here."





~Fin~