Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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What You Do To Me
Chapter Number/Total:10/52
Chapter Title: What You Do To Me
Words: 3879 Words
Draco stepped in close, smiling down at Harry. "And then there is the matter of where we left off when they arrived," he whispered.
Harry's smile softened and grew mischievous at the same time. "Yes, there's that," he said quietly. "And if I'm not mistaken, we have an hour before our son is demanding to be fed."
"Yes, we do, Potter," Draco said, smirking.
Harry grinned wickedly at Draco. "So, what do you prefects do with students loitering in the halls after curfew?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I suppose I would have to take off house points," Draco sneered. "Unless ...."
Harry nearly held his breath. "Unless what?" he asked.
"You come to my room, Potter," Draco drawled.
"Such a Slytherin thing to do," Harry said, voice low again. "Bargain with house points." He took half a step towards Draco.
"Of course," Draco said, raising an eyebrow, one hand on his hip, "unless you would rather I report this infraction and take the points."
"Well, I couldn't possibly let my housemates down," Harry said, licking his lips in a subtle way. "I'm a Gryffindor."
"So you will work those points off then?" Draco said, stepping in close to his lover.
"I think I may have to," Harry replied, looking up Draco's body slowly before he met his eyes again.
Draco reached for Harry's arm, grabbing it by the wrist and Apparating them directly into their private sitting room. He squeezed Harry's wrist, twisting slightly, and commanded, "So, on your knees, Potter."
"Why, Malfoy," Harry said teasingly as he slid to his knees, "if I didn't know any better I'd think you were flirting with me."
"You know nothing, Potter," Draco sneered. "That's your problem." He dropped Harry's hand and began unfastening his robes in front.
"Now that's a bit unfair, don't you think?" Harry said, staring up at Draco's face as the blond fussed with his robes.
"What's that?" Draco asked. "You want fair from a Slytherin?" He reached in and freed his erect cock from the folds of the traditional robes.
"I suppose you have a point there," Harry conceded, knowing Draco's cock was right in his face, but forcing himself not to look at it. "But you don't have a clue about what I know."
Draco began to stroke himself. "Do you know what I want to know, Potter?" he drawled.
Harry snorted. "What?" he asked, still forcing himself not to look at Draco's crotch, even though he knew what he was doing. His cock twitched at even the peripheral sight of it.
"I want to know if the Boy-Who-Lived can suck cock," Draco said, raising one eyebrow.
"Oh, I bet you do," Harry said, expression matching Draco's. "What if the Boy-Who-Lived can reduce you to a quivering pile of limbs on the floor?"
Draco raised both his eyebrows. "Show me," he challenged.
"Perhaps you should remove your hand," Harry said testily, but his eyes, as always, totally gave away the fact that he was beyond aroused.
Draco placed both hands on his hips and then raised both eyebrows again. He stood, fully clothed except for his erect cock, and waited.
Harry rose up a bit more on his knees and grasped Draco's cock in his hand, looking at it as if examining it. "Not bad," he said teasingly as he stared back up into Draco's face.
Draco gave him a scowl and rolled his eyes. "Quit stalling, Potter," he sneered.
Harry chuckled. "Touchy," he said before he moved in closer to Draco's cock and ran his tongue around the head.
Draco tried to control the moan that Harry's touch always provoked. He gave him a shrug and tried to look unimpressed.
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, determined to break Draco's cool indifference. He pumped gently with his hand, licking around the ridge as seductively as he could.
Draco gritted his teeth and his fingers gripped his own hips, but he kept up the calm mask. "Is that it?" he asked.
Harry's eyes narrowed further and he closed his mouth over the head of Draco's cock, making sure to keep his tongue moving over it as he sucked.
Draco's breathing sped up and he tried to hold still, his body trembling a bit as Harry's wet mouth took him inside.
Harry knew he was winning, no matter what Draco's face looked like. He moved his head down further, sucking tightly before moving back up and releasing Draco with a quiet popping noise. He licked quickly up the shaft, keeping eyes on the man above him. "You Slytherins sure do have fun," he said quietly and huskily with another slow lick to the sensitive head of Draco's cock. "Imagine what the teachers would think of such behaviour from a prefect."
"Our rules are different," Draco drawled. "And you certainly are taking a long time there."
Harry didn't remark on how Draco always wanted to take things slow because, of course, he wouldn't know that. Merlin, Draco was a prat. Harry closed his mouth over the blond's cock again, tempted to scrape a bit with his teeth before he remembered that this was indeed his husband. He nearly laughed at himself but simply began sucking Draco off again, switching the angle of his mouth repeatedly as he moved it over him.
"Mmm," Draco hummed. "That's a bit better."
Indignant, Harry sucked harder, very determined to give Draco the best head he had ever gotten. He knew the most sensitive spots on Draco's cock and he very much played that to his advantage, pressing his tongue strategically to those spots and keeping his hand moving in time with his mouth.
Draco was panting now, hands twisting in his robes. He closed his eyes as Harry's tongue and lips worked him over.
Feeling a tad more triumphant, Harry doubled his efforts, bobbing his head even quicker and more enthusiastically. He moved his tongue to the back of his throat so that he didn't choke, but he used it on the head on Draco's cock whenever it came into contact.
Draco reached for Harry's head, gripping his hair and pulling. "Stop," he said.
Disgruntled, Harry pulled his mouth from Draco and raised an eyebrow at him. "Too much for you?" he asked cheekily, face slightly flushed from what he had been doing.
Draco acted nonchalant again and shrugged. "I think we will try something else instead," he drawled.
"And what is it you have in mind?" Harry asked, pulling even further back and staring up at Draco.
"Stand up," the blond ordered.
Harry huffed and pushed himself to his feet, his robes efficiently hiding his straining erection.
Draco smirked at him, pretending not to notice how aroused his husband was. "Close your eyes," he said, and took Harry's wrist again.
Harry looked at Draco suspiciously, but did close his eyes, something he probably would have never done in school, but he wouldn't have ever sucked Draco off either.
Draco smiled and Apparated them. He hissed at the suddenly cooler air outside. "Don't open your eyes," he said.
Harry hadn't been expecting the Apparation, and he shivered slightly, both with excitement and chill. He didn't open his eyes and was fighting to keep the grin off his face.
Draco was amused by his husband's clear excitement. He stepped close and leaned in, claiming the other man's mouth in a possessive kiss.
Harry sucked in a breath through his nose. He let Draco plunder his mouth for a moment before kissing him back flirtatiously, despite the way Draco was kissing him. It was not an easy thing to do.
As he kissed Harry, Draco backed the other man up until he was against a tree and then ground his still-hard cock against Harry's covered one.
Harry gasped quietly and couldn't resist a small moan, his eyes still closed.
"We're not in Hogwarts now," Draco whispered, trying to sound menacing. "Out here, no one can hear your cries," he continued.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, whispering as well. He trembled with arousal.
"Fuck you until you scream," Draco whispered against his ear.
Harry bit his lip, his face pained-looking as those words alone sent him panting.
"Turn around and grab the tree," Draco ordered.
"All of this for house points," Harry whispered, turning. "I think maybe this is about a little more than house points."
"Is it?" Draco sneered, pushing against him from behind and grabbing a handful of hair again.
Harry hissed. "I think so," he whispered. "But what do I know, right?"
"Bend over and hold the tree," Draco ordered.
Harry's heart was pounding as he did what he was told. He still had his clothes on, but he felt very naked.
Draco lifted the hem of Harry's robes, pulling them up around the other man's waist so he was exposed.
Harry's breath quickened and he gripped the tree harder, his eyes still shut tight.
Draco took a hold of the waistband of Harry's shorts and drew them down to his ankles, leaving them there.
Harry tried to resist his groan, but it halfway escaped anyway, sounding strangled.
Draco admired the view, running his right hand over those naked cheeks and enjoying the sounds Harry made. It was very clear how much he was enjoying it.
Harry moved his arse the tiniest bit to make more contact with Draco's hand and gritted his teeth, another strangled moan escaping him.
"Want something, Potter?" Draco drawled, running fingernails over the sensitive globes of flesh.
"The question is, do you?" Harry said, wincing as his voice came very close to cracking. He was panting even more heavily now, and Draco's hand on his skin was driving him mad.
"Yes." Draco smirked. "I am going to punish your arrogance, Potter."
Harry snorted. "That's rich coming from you," he said quietly to keep from squeaking. "Come on, Malfoy. You know you want to fuck my tight arse."
"Remain where you are," Draco said. He looked around until he found an appropriate branch and then began stripping the leaves.
Harry was confused and strained to hear, but he couldn't tell what Draco was doing.
Draco removed all the leaves until he had a reasonably smooth and long switch. He stepped to the side, switch in his right hand. His breath caught as he looked at the beautiful muscled arse on display. Then he brought the switch down across it.
Harry's eyes flew open and he gasped loudly. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, jerking forward against the tree.
"Eventually," Draco answered, and watched for Harry's reaction.
Harry licked his lips, his cock twitching. "What the hell was that for?" he asked, trying to remain in character.
"Because I wanted to," Draco said with a smirk, and laid on two more, watching the red stripes appear on Harry's golden skin.
Harry hissed, his arse moving upwards again of its own accord. He couldn't believe how much this was turning him on. Merlin, he was a fucking pervert.
"Such pretty marks," Draco purred, running his hand over the raised red welts, enjoying Harry's squirming.
Harry hissed again as Draco touched him, feeling so utterly exposed and used. "All for you," he said, tone sarcastic.
"Yes," Draco said with another smirk. He stepped back, adding several more stripes.
Harry cried out, his eyes tightly shut as he jerked each time Draco brought the switch down. His skin stung, but it was thrilling and made his blood rush.
"Now that arse of yours is going to be very sensitive," Draco said, running his fingers over it to make his point. "You won't be able to move without thinking about what I have done to you," he explained.
Harry held in a moan as Draco touched him again. "I'm sure that's wank worthy for you," he said as he panted. "So who really wins?"
"I do," Draco said, moving behind Harry and whispering the Lube Spell, slicking his own cock.
Harry's stomach swooped in anticipation as he waited to be fucked.
The blond slid fingers into Harry's crack and pushed into him. "You are going to feel every thrust inside you and against those welts," Draco sneered.
Harry didn't let on that that was exactly what he wanted. "Happy to help you get off," he said, sarcastic again.
Draco chuckled darkly and pressed his cock into Harry, reaching for those damaged cheeks and pulling them open so he could watch as his cock slid in.
Harry gritted his teeth again, his skin stinging where Draco touched. He tried to relax, to allow Draco into his body.
"I marked you and now I am going to fill you," Draco said, trembling a bit. His harsh words didn't match how carefully he pushed in, letting Harry's body adjust as he did.
Harry took deep breaths, pressing back against Draco as he still hung on to the tree.
Draco panted now, face flushed as he took the signal from Harry and pushed into him until he was tight against his arse. "Fuck yes," Draco hissed.
Harry's breathing was still deep and he took the breaths through his nose, groaning as Draco pressed as deep as he could go.
Draco stood gasping and looking down at the amazing sight before him. Harry was bent over, robes lifted around his waist, bare arse marked with welts, and impaled on the blond's cock. It was so hot he wondered if he would come just standing there looking at his lover. He forced himself to take hold of his arse and slide back a bit before thrusting in again.
Harry grunted, eyelids fluttering as he spread his legs wider, his arse muscles clenching instinctively as the welts were pressed against and his entrance stretched.
Draco twitched when Harry's arse clenched around him and he held still for a moment and then proceeded to slide back and in again. "So, Potter," he drawled. "Do you want it slow or fast? 'Cause either way I am fucking your arse until you scream."
"Why don't you just fucking do it," Harry said, fighting his gasps.
Draco took Harry at his word and began to thrust hard and fast into him, hands digging into his marred flesh, his body slapping against his lover's.
Harry hissed and groaned, head hanging limply. His arms were aching from hanging on to the tree and his entire body rocked as Draco fucked him hard, working every sore muscle he had, and the sensitive skin of his arse.
Sweat poured down his face and his hair had come out of its tie as Draco drove himself to fuck Harry with the speed and strength the Gryffindor enjoyed. He could feel Harry's magic responding to the combination of pain and pleasure with a swell of power.
Harry gasped, unable to hold himself back anymore. "Oh, God, yeah, right there!" he shouted as Draco hit his prostate. "Right there, Malfoy! Fuck!"
Draco concentrated on keeping the angle that brought Harry's enthusiastic response. He grinned as he panted. His lover's shouts were accompanied by a spike in his power and Draco was intoxicated by the entire scene.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come!" Harry screamed. "I'm gonna fucking come!" His heart was beating so fast and he knew he was going to come very hard.
"Yes," Draco agreed, feeling the power already roaring over his skin and his own orgasm cresting.
Draco's quick, hard thrusts against Harry's prostate made him scream with pleasure, his body alight with it and on fire. Harry came so hard he felt like he nearly passed out from it, his arms and legs trembling.
"Yes, mine!" Draco yelled, thrusting deep and holding himself inside Harry. He swayed but stayed upright as the heat of Harry's magical flare felt like it scalded his skin. He was holding him tightly and panting, not sure who was holding who up at this point. Probably the tree, he decided.
Harry was rendered completely speechless for several moments as he caught his breath. "Not bad, Malfoy," he said with a breathless chuckle.
Draco chuckled too, squeezing Harry's sore flesh and slowly withdrawing, watching his own seed drip from his husband as he did. "You're a mess, Potter," he said, smirking again.
"Mmm," Harry groaned as Draco backed off. "That was the whole point, was it not?" he said, still bent over.
Draco couldn't help sliding his fingers down that crevasse again and coating them in his own seed, then he rubbed that over his lover's red welts.
Harry hissed through his teeth. "Damn," he said, biting his lip. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, his glasses resting on the very tip of his nose.
Draco chuckled at the image. He shook his head at his beautiful husband. He slid his finger back down, very gently touching the hole he had just been fucking. "Sensitive?" he asked softly.
"A bit," Harry quipped, raising his eyebrows with a quirk of a smile on his lips.
Watching for Harry's reaction, Draco slowly slid a finger back into him.
Harry's eyes nearly crossed at the unexpected movement. "Shit," he whispered, staring at Draco still.
Draco's mouth quirked in a half smile and he raised an eyebrow, moving the finger around in that slick passage.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Harry asked, voice strained. He let his head fall forward again, unable to believe himself or Draco.
Draco grinned and slipped two fingers in, the combination of lube and his own come making the movement easy and very hot. He rotated his fingers, grazing Harry's prostate again.
Harry moaned. He'd just come, just come, and he could feel his body responding. Yes, he is trying to kill me, but it will be a joyous death, Harry thought.
"Gods," Draco gasped, amazed at his lover and himself. "You are such a gorgeous pervert," he marvelled as he added two more fingers, easily entering his stretched partner.
Harry wondered if Draco was about to fucking fist him again, right after hot sex - hot sex that, apparently, did not hinder his libido in the slightest.
"I feel like I could crawl inside you," Draco whispered, narrowing his hand again and slowly working it inward. "The way your body swallows me," he said in an awed voice.
"I don't think you should ... fuck ... attempt that," Harry said, smiling open-mouthed as he panted and pressed back against Draco's hand.
Draco smiled, ignoring Harry's comment and watching the way the other man pushed back on his hand, taking him inside. "Gods!" he said when his hand was surrounded by Harry.
"Indeed," Harry gasped, fingers actually tearing some bark from the tree.
Draco moved up until his own erection brushed against Harry's balls. He leaned forward a little and reached around Harry, wrapping his silver fingers around Harry's cock.
Harry moaned, not able to decide whether he should press back against Draco's hand in his arse, or into the hand on his cock.
Draco began to stroke Harry's cock as he twisted his hand inside him, rubbing against that soft inner passage.
Harry's body jolted and he closed his eyes, breathing deep, his back arched.
Draco was panting again, wondering if he would come just from the feel of his hand inside his lover. He stroked Harry's cock as he concentrated moving his right hand gently, making a fist inside him.
"Draco," Harry whispered, chest rising and falling slowly. "I fucking love you so much."
"Oh, yesss," Draco whispered. "I love you." He began to gently pump his fist inside of Harry, so that as he moved, it rubbed against Harry's prostate. Harry's cock was still slick from coming earlier and he used the man's own come to stroke him faster.
Harry cried out quietly, whimpering as Draco stroked his cock and abused his insides in the most deliciously pleasurable way. His toes curled in his shoes and his legs trembled again.
"You are fucking amazing," Draco whispered. "Every time I think I know what you are capable of, you surprise me. Your mind, your body, your heart and your magic."
Harry smiled, sighing and rolling his hips just the slightest bit. He wanted to be more than what Draco had said. He wanted to be a thousand times better than that for Draco.
"You going to come again for me, Harry?" Draco asked, his hand on Harry's cock sliding up and down faster as he gently pumped his other hand inside of him.
Harry moaned, knowing he would. As the moments went by and Draco continued this form of intense lovemaking, the pleasure in Harry's body slowly built up until he was whimpering with every stroke, sweat making his hair cling to his forehead and his body and face flushed.
"Yes, so beautiful," Draco crooned. "I can't believe the things you let me do to you."
Harry would lay on hot coals and let Draco walk on him if that was what he wanted. "Anything," he whispered, breath and heart speeding up now as he felt his second orgasm approaching.
"Yes," Draco whispered. "I can feel your magic, Harry. I can feel how much this turns you on. You are going to bring us both when you come." Draco panted, his own cock leaking and his hands working in rhythm with Harry's body.
Harry moaned loud and long as Draco's hands brought him to completion, his muscles seizing up and relaxing as he came, utterly exhausted.
Draco felt his hand squeezed by Harry's body and his magic flooding them both. The blond came too, his seed coating Harry's balls as he did.
Harry felt like he was going to collapse, but he was somehow able to keep himself standing bent over, although he didn't know how long he would be able to, as spent as he was.
Draco gasped and gently slid his hand out of his lover. He wrapped his silver arm around Harry's waist, supporting his weight as he did. "Back to our room?" he asked.
Harry groaned and then nodded, grasping the arm around his waist.
Draco pulled Harry against his own body and Apparated them to their room, where he laid him on the bed.
Harry continued to take deep breaths and he kicked off his shoes and the underwear at his ankles, holding out his arms for Draco.
Draco drew his wand, removed Harry's clothes, and did a Cleaning Charm on them both. Then he lay down, still mostly clothed himself, holding Harry in his arms.
Harry sighed contently, smiling softly. "That was amazing," he whispered.
Draco's grey eyes were soft as he looked down at his husband. "Yes, it was," he said with a gentle smile.
Harry sighed again and then laughed quietly. "I wish we were that hot in school," he said.
"We would never have gone to class," Draco teased, kissing him gently.
Harry hummed amusedly against Draco's lips and then he reached to take his glasses off, flinging them as he usually did when he didn't want to move away from Draco.
"I will be right back," Draco said. "I think Valen is probably having something to say about how long we have been gone." He grinned at the image of their child's wilful behaviour.
Harry snorted and nodded. "I will be waiting for you, my love," he said with a soft smile.
Chapter Title: What You Do To Me
Words: 3879 Words
Draco stepped in close, smiling down at Harry. "And then there is the matter of where we left off when they arrived," he whispered.
Harry's smile softened and grew mischievous at the same time. "Yes, there's that," he said quietly. "And if I'm not mistaken, we have an hour before our son is demanding to be fed."
"Yes, we do, Potter," Draco said, smirking.
Harry grinned wickedly at Draco. "So, what do you prefects do with students loitering in the halls after curfew?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I suppose I would have to take off house points," Draco sneered. "Unless ...."
Harry nearly held his breath. "Unless what?" he asked.
"You come to my room, Potter," Draco drawled.
"Such a Slytherin thing to do," Harry said, voice low again. "Bargain with house points." He took half a step towards Draco.
"Of course," Draco said, raising an eyebrow, one hand on his hip, "unless you would rather I report this infraction and take the points."
"Well, I couldn't possibly let my housemates down," Harry said, licking his lips in a subtle way. "I'm a Gryffindor."
"So you will work those points off then?" Draco said, stepping in close to his lover.
"I think I may have to," Harry replied, looking up Draco's body slowly before he met his eyes again.
Draco reached for Harry's arm, grabbing it by the wrist and Apparating them directly into their private sitting room. He squeezed Harry's wrist, twisting slightly, and commanded, "So, on your knees, Potter."
"Why, Malfoy," Harry said teasingly as he slid to his knees, "if I didn't know any better I'd think you were flirting with me."
"You know nothing, Potter," Draco sneered. "That's your problem." He dropped Harry's hand and began unfastening his robes in front.
"Now that's a bit unfair, don't you think?" Harry said, staring up at Draco's face as the blond fussed with his robes.
"What's that?" Draco asked. "You want fair from a Slytherin?" He reached in and freed his erect cock from the folds of the traditional robes.
"I suppose you have a point there," Harry conceded, knowing Draco's cock was right in his face, but forcing himself not to look at it. "But you don't have a clue about what I know."
Draco began to stroke himself. "Do you know what I want to know, Potter?" he drawled.
Harry snorted. "What?" he asked, still forcing himself not to look at Draco's crotch, even though he knew what he was doing. His cock twitched at even the peripheral sight of it.
"I want to know if the Boy-Who-Lived can suck cock," Draco said, raising one eyebrow.
"Oh, I bet you do," Harry said, expression matching Draco's. "What if the Boy-Who-Lived can reduce you to a quivering pile of limbs on the floor?"
Draco raised both his eyebrows. "Show me," he challenged.
"Perhaps you should remove your hand," Harry said testily, but his eyes, as always, totally gave away the fact that he was beyond aroused.
Draco placed both hands on his hips and then raised both eyebrows again. He stood, fully clothed except for his erect cock, and waited.
Harry rose up a bit more on his knees and grasped Draco's cock in his hand, looking at it as if examining it. "Not bad," he said teasingly as he stared back up into Draco's face.
Draco gave him a scowl and rolled his eyes. "Quit stalling, Potter," he sneered.
Harry chuckled. "Touchy," he said before he moved in closer to Draco's cock and ran his tongue around the head.
Draco tried to control the moan that Harry's touch always provoked. He gave him a shrug and tried to look unimpressed.
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, determined to break Draco's cool indifference. He pumped gently with his hand, licking around the ridge as seductively as he could.
Draco gritted his teeth and his fingers gripped his own hips, but he kept up the calm mask. "Is that it?" he asked.
Harry's eyes narrowed further and he closed his mouth over the head of Draco's cock, making sure to keep his tongue moving over it as he sucked.
Draco's breathing sped up and he tried to hold still, his body trembling a bit as Harry's wet mouth took him inside.
Harry knew he was winning, no matter what Draco's face looked like. He moved his head down further, sucking tightly before moving back up and releasing Draco with a quiet popping noise. He licked quickly up the shaft, keeping eyes on the man above him. "You Slytherins sure do have fun," he said quietly and huskily with another slow lick to the sensitive head of Draco's cock. "Imagine what the teachers would think of such behaviour from a prefect."
"Our rules are different," Draco drawled. "And you certainly are taking a long time there."
Harry didn't remark on how Draco always wanted to take things slow because, of course, he wouldn't know that. Merlin, Draco was a prat. Harry closed his mouth over the blond's cock again, tempted to scrape a bit with his teeth before he remembered that this was indeed his husband. He nearly laughed at himself but simply began sucking Draco off again, switching the angle of his mouth repeatedly as he moved it over him.
"Mmm," Draco hummed. "That's a bit better."
Indignant, Harry sucked harder, very determined to give Draco the best head he had ever gotten. He knew the most sensitive spots on Draco's cock and he very much played that to his advantage, pressing his tongue strategically to those spots and keeping his hand moving in time with his mouth.
Draco was panting now, hands twisting in his robes. He closed his eyes as Harry's tongue and lips worked him over.
Feeling a tad more triumphant, Harry doubled his efforts, bobbing his head even quicker and more enthusiastically. He moved his tongue to the back of his throat so that he didn't choke, but he used it on the head on Draco's cock whenever it came into contact.
Draco reached for Harry's head, gripping his hair and pulling. "Stop," he said.
Disgruntled, Harry pulled his mouth from Draco and raised an eyebrow at him. "Too much for you?" he asked cheekily, face slightly flushed from what he had been doing.
Draco acted nonchalant again and shrugged. "I think we will try something else instead," he drawled.
"And what is it you have in mind?" Harry asked, pulling even further back and staring up at Draco.
"Stand up," the blond ordered.
Harry huffed and pushed himself to his feet, his robes efficiently hiding his straining erection.
Draco smirked at him, pretending not to notice how aroused his husband was. "Close your eyes," he said, and took Harry's wrist again.
Harry looked at Draco suspiciously, but did close his eyes, something he probably would have never done in school, but he wouldn't have ever sucked Draco off either.
Draco smiled and Apparated them. He hissed at the suddenly cooler air outside. "Don't open your eyes," he said.
Harry hadn't been expecting the Apparation, and he shivered slightly, both with excitement and chill. He didn't open his eyes and was fighting to keep the grin off his face.
Draco was amused by his husband's clear excitement. He stepped close and leaned in, claiming the other man's mouth in a possessive kiss.
Harry sucked in a breath through his nose. He let Draco plunder his mouth for a moment before kissing him back flirtatiously, despite the way Draco was kissing him. It was not an easy thing to do.
As he kissed Harry, Draco backed the other man up until he was against a tree and then ground his still-hard cock against Harry's covered one.
Harry gasped quietly and couldn't resist a small moan, his eyes still closed.
"We're not in Hogwarts now," Draco whispered, trying to sound menacing. "Out here, no one can hear your cries," he continued.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, whispering as well. He trembled with arousal.
"Fuck you until you scream," Draco whispered against his ear.
Harry bit his lip, his face pained-looking as those words alone sent him panting.
"Turn around and grab the tree," Draco ordered.
"All of this for house points," Harry whispered, turning. "I think maybe this is about a little more than house points."
"Is it?" Draco sneered, pushing against him from behind and grabbing a handful of hair again.
Harry hissed. "I think so," he whispered. "But what do I know, right?"
"Bend over and hold the tree," Draco ordered.
Harry's heart was pounding as he did what he was told. He still had his clothes on, but he felt very naked.
Draco lifted the hem of Harry's robes, pulling them up around the other man's waist so he was exposed.
Harry's breath quickened and he gripped the tree harder, his eyes still shut tight.
Draco took a hold of the waistband of Harry's shorts and drew them down to his ankles, leaving them there.
Harry tried to resist his groan, but it halfway escaped anyway, sounding strangled.
Draco admired the view, running his right hand over those naked cheeks and enjoying the sounds Harry made. It was very clear how much he was enjoying it.
Harry moved his arse the tiniest bit to make more contact with Draco's hand and gritted his teeth, another strangled moan escaping him.
"Want something, Potter?" Draco drawled, running fingernails over the sensitive globes of flesh.
"The question is, do you?" Harry said, wincing as his voice came very close to cracking. He was panting even more heavily now, and Draco's hand on his skin was driving him mad.
"Yes." Draco smirked. "I am going to punish your arrogance, Potter."
Harry snorted. "That's rich coming from you," he said quietly to keep from squeaking. "Come on, Malfoy. You know you want to fuck my tight arse."
"Remain where you are," Draco said. He looked around until he found an appropriate branch and then began stripping the leaves.
Harry was confused and strained to hear, but he couldn't tell what Draco was doing.
Draco removed all the leaves until he had a reasonably smooth and long switch. He stepped to the side, switch in his right hand. His breath caught as he looked at the beautiful muscled arse on display. Then he brought the switch down across it.
Harry's eyes flew open and he gasped loudly. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, jerking forward against the tree.
"Eventually," Draco answered, and watched for Harry's reaction.
Harry licked his lips, his cock twitching. "What the hell was that for?" he asked, trying to remain in character.
"Because I wanted to," Draco said with a smirk, and laid on two more, watching the red stripes appear on Harry's golden skin.
Harry hissed, his arse moving upwards again of its own accord. He couldn't believe how much this was turning him on. Merlin, he was a fucking pervert.
"Such pretty marks," Draco purred, running his hand over the raised red welts, enjoying Harry's squirming.
Harry hissed again as Draco touched him, feeling so utterly exposed and used. "All for you," he said, tone sarcastic.
"Yes," Draco said with another smirk. He stepped back, adding several more stripes.
Harry cried out, his eyes tightly shut as he jerked each time Draco brought the switch down. His skin stung, but it was thrilling and made his blood rush.
"Now that arse of yours is going to be very sensitive," Draco said, running his fingers over it to make his point. "You won't be able to move without thinking about what I have done to you," he explained.
Harry held in a moan as Draco touched him again. "I'm sure that's wank worthy for you," he said as he panted. "So who really wins?"
"I do," Draco said, moving behind Harry and whispering the Lube Spell, slicking his own cock.
Harry's stomach swooped in anticipation as he waited to be fucked.
The blond slid fingers into Harry's crack and pushed into him. "You are going to feel every thrust inside you and against those welts," Draco sneered.
Harry didn't let on that that was exactly what he wanted. "Happy to help you get off," he said, sarcastic again.
Draco chuckled darkly and pressed his cock into Harry, reaching for those damaged cheeks and pulling them open so he could watch as his cock slid in.
Harry gritted his teeth again, his skin stinging where Draco touched. He tried to relax, to allow Draco into his body.
"I marked you and now I am going to fill you," Draco said, trembling a bit. His harsh words didn't match how carefully he pushed in, letting Harry's body adjust as he did.
Harry took deep breaths, pressing back against Draco as he still hung on to the tree.
Draco panted now, face flushed as he took the signal from Harry and pushed into him until he was tight against his arse. "Fuck yes," Draco hissed.
Harry's breathing was still deep and he took the breaths through his nose, groaning as Draco pressed as deep as he could go.
Draco stood gasping and looking down at the amazing sight before him. Harry was bent over, robes lifted around his waist, bare arse marked with welts, and impaled on the blond's cock. It was so hot he wondered if he would come just standing there looking at his lover. He forced himself to take hold of his arse and slide back a bit before thrusting in again.
Harry grunted, eyelids fluttering as he spread his legs wider, his arse muscles clenching instinctively as the welts were pressed against and his entrance stretched.
Draco twitched when Harry's arse clenched around him and he held still for a moment and then proceeded to slide back and in again. "So, Potter," he drawled. "Do you want it slow or fast? 'Cause either way I am fucking your arse until you scream."
"Why don't you just fucking do it," Harry said, fighting his gasps.
Draco took Harry at his word and began to thrust hard and fast into him, hands digging into his marred flesh, his body slapping against his lover's.
Harry hissed and groaned, head hanging limply. His arms were aching from hanging on to the tree and his entire body rocked as Draco fucked him hard, working every sore muscle he had, and the sensitive skin of his arse.
Sweat poured down his face and his hair had come out of its tie as Draco drove himself to fuck Harry with the speed and strength the Gryffindor enjoyed. He could feel Harry's magic responding to the combination of pain and pleasure with a swell of power.
Harry gasped, unable to hold himself back anymore. "Oh, God, yeah, right there!" he shouted as Draco hit his prostate. "Right there, Malfoy! Fuck!"
Draco concentrated on keeping the angle that brought Harry's enthusiastic response. He grinned as he panted. His lover's shouts were accompanied by a spike in his power and Draco was intoxicated by the entire scene.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come!" Harry screamed. "I'm gonna fucking come!" His heart was beating so fast and he knew he was going to come very hard.
"Yes," Draco agreed, feeling the power already roaring over his skin and his own orgasm cresting.
Draco's quick, hard thrusts against Harry's prostate made him scream with pleasure, his body alight with it and on fire. Harry came so hard he felt like he nearly passed out from it, his arms and legs trembling.
"Yes, mine!" Draco yelled, thrusting deep and holding himself inside Harry. He swayed but stayed upright as the heat of Harry's magical flare felt like it scalded his skin. He was holding him tightly and panting, not sure who was holding who up at this point. Probably the tree, he decided.
Harry was rendered completely speechless for several moments as he caught his breath. "Not bad, Malfoy," he said with a breathless chuckle.
Draco chuckled too, squeezing Harry's sore flesh and slowly withdrawing, watching his own seed drip from his husband as he did. "You're a mess, Potter," he said, smirking again.
"Mmm," Harry groaned as Draco backed off. "That was the whole point, was it not?" he said, still bent over.
Draco couldn't help sliding his fingers down that crevasse again and coating them in his own seed, then he rubbed that over his lover's red welts.
Harry hissed through his teeth. "Damn," he said, biting his lip. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, his glasses resting on the very tip of his nose.
Draco chuckled at the image. He shook his head at his beautiful husband. He slid his finger back down, very gently touching the hole he had just been fucking. "Sensitive?" he asked softly.
"A bit," Harry quipped, raising his eyebrows with a quirk of a smile on his lips.
Watching for Harry's reaction, Draco slowly slid a finger back into him.
Harry's eyes nearly crossed at the unexpected movement. "Shit," he whispered, staring at Draco still.
Draco's mouth quirked in a half smile and he raised an eyebrow, moving the finger around in that slick passage.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Harry asked, voice strained. He let his head fall forward again, unable to believe himself or Draco.
Draco grinned and slipped two fingers in, the combination of lube and his own come making the movement easy and very hot. He rotated his fingers, grazing Harry's prostate again.
Harry moaned. He'd just come, just come, and he could feel his body responding. Yes, he is trying to kill me, but it will be a joyous death, Harry thought.
"Gods," Draco gasped, amazed at his lover and himself. "You are such a gorgeous pervert," he marvelled as he added two more fingers, easily entering his stretched partner.
Harry wondered if Draco was about to fucking fist him again, right after hot sex - hot sex that, apparently, did not hinder his libido in the slightest.
"I feel like I could crawl inside you," Draco whispered, narrowing his hand again and slowly working it inward. "The way your body swallows me," he said in an awed voice.
"I don't think you should ... fuck ... attempt that," Harry said, smiling open-mouthed as he panted and pressed back against Draco's hand.
Draco smiled, ignoring Harry's comment and watching the way the other man pushed back on his hand, taking him inside. "Gods!" he said when his hand was surrounded by Harry.
"Indeed," Harry gasped, fingers actually tearing some bark from the tree.
Draco moved up until his own erection brushed against Harry's balls. He leaned forward a little and reached around Harry, wrapping his silver fingers around Harry's cock.
Harry moaned, not able to decide whether he should press back against Draco's hand in his arse, or into the hand on his cock.
Draco began to stroke Harry's cock as he twisted his hand inside him, rubbing against that soft inner passage.
Harry's body jolted and he closed his eyes, breathing deep, his back arched.
Draco was panting again, wondering if he would come just from the feel of his hand inside his lover. He stroked Harry's cock as he concentrated moving his right hand gently, making a fist inside him.
"Draco," Harry whispered, chest rising and falling slowly. "I fucking love you so much."
"Oh, yesss," Draco whispered. "I love you." He began to gently pump his fist inside of Harry, so that as he moved, it rubbed against Harry's prostate. Harry's cock was still slick from coming earlier and he used the man's own come to stroke him faster.
Harry cried out quietly, whimpering as Draco stroked his cock and abused his insides in the most deliciously pleasurable way. His toes curled in his shoes and his legs trembled again.
"You are fucking amazing," Draco whispered. "Every time I think I know what you are capable of, you surprise me. Your mind, your body, your heart and your magic."
Harry smiled, sighing and rolling his hips just the slightest bit. He wanted to be more than what Draco had said. He wanted to be a thousand times better than that for Draco.
"You going to come again for me, Harry?" Draco asked, his hand on Harry's cock sliding up and down faster as he gently pumped his other hand inside of him.
Harry moaned, knowing he would. As the moments went by and Draco continued this form of intense lovemaking, the pleasure in Harry's body slowly built up until he was whimpering with every stroke, sweat making his hair cling to his forehead and his body and face flushed.
"Yes, so beautiful," Draco crooned. "I can't believe the things you let me do to you."
Harry would lay on hot coals and let Draco walk on him if that was what he wanted. "Anything," he whispered, breath and heart speeding up now as he felt his second orgasm approaching.
"Yes," Draco whispered. "I can feel your magic, Harry. I can feel how much this turns you on. You are going to bring us both when you come." Draco panted, his own cock leaking and his hands working in rhythm with Harry's body.
Harry moaned loud and long as Draco's hands brought him to completion, his muscles seizing up and relaxing as he came, utterly exhausted.
Draco felt his hand squeezed by Harry's body and his magic flooding them both. The blond came too, his seed coating Harry's balls as he did.
Harry felt like he was going to collapse, but he was somehow able to keep himself standing bent over, although he didn't know how long he would be able to, as spent as he was.
Draco gasped and gently slid his hand out of his lover. He wrapped his silver arm around Harry's waist, supporting his weight as he did. "Back to our room?" he asked.
Harry groaned and then nodded, grasping the arm around his waist.
Draco pulled Harry against his own body and Apparated them to their room, where he laid him on the bed.
Harry continued to take deep breaths and he kicked off his shoes and the underwear at his ankles, holding out his arms for Draco.
Draco drew his wand, removed Harry's clothes, and did a Cleaning Charm on them both. Then he lay down, still mostly clothed himself, holding Harry in his arms.
Harry sighed contently, smiling softly. "That was amazing," he whispered.
Draco's grey eyes were soft as he looked down at his husband. "Yes, it was," he said with a gentle smile.
Harry sighed again and then laughed quietly. "I wish we were that hot in school," he said.
"We would never have gone to class," Draco teased, kissing him gently.
Harry hummed amusedly against Draco's lips and then he reached to take his glasses off, flinging them as he usually did when he didn't want to move away from Draco.
"I will be right back," Draco said. "I think Valen is probably having something to say about how long we have been gone." He grinned at the image of their child's wilful behaviour.
Harry snorted and nodded. "I will be waiting for you, my love," he said with a soft smile.