Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus (BP4)
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Saint Potter
Chapter Number/Total: 12/40
Chapter Title: Saint Potter
Words: 3315 Words
Draco Apparated them to their bedroom. He enjoyed the familiarity he now had with the others, but he still liked being alone with Harry.
"So what shall we do now?" Harry asked, leaning up and kissing the end of Draco's nose, smiling.
"Whatever you like," Draco said. "Are you tired?"
"A bit, but I want to sit in front of the fire. I'm cold," Harry answered.
Draco led him over to their sitting room sofa and flicked his wand to raise the flames. He bent and took Harry's shoes off before removing his own.
Harry smiled and lay down on the couch, opening his arms for Draco to lay in them.
Draco shook his head. "Close your eyes," he said.
Harry pouted. "You're not going to lay with me?" he asked.
"Not yet," he said. "I want to do something. And I want you to listen."
Harry's pout disappeared and his smile returned. "Okay," he said quietly, closing his eyes.
Harry didn't hear anything for a moment and then there was a small clunk. Then music, soft piano music. His smile grew and he was nearly overcome with the need to sit up and watch Draco play, because he knew that's what he was doing. Was there a thing the man couldn't do?
Draco closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of the keys under his fingers. He couldn't have done this with the construct, but the silver hand felt so much like his own. He found himself remembering with his hands more than with his mind, lost in the sound of the music and the feel of his fingers moving.
Harry sighed and found that his breathing was evening out and deepening. The music made him feel warmer than the fire did somehow, and completely relaxed, like he was floating.
Draco didn't know how long he played, he was so caught up in it. It was a kind of magic all its own. Finally, he stopped and looked over at Harry, wondering if he had fallen asleep.
Harry's eyes were gently closed and his hands were resting on his stomach underneath his shirt as he breathed deep, looking as if he were still smiling.
Draco stood up and quietly moved back over to where his husband slept. He knew that Harry had been tired and it was lovely that he could help him sleep like this. He sat down beside the sofa and laid his head next to him, watching him sleep until he drifted off as well.
***
Harry turned on his side in his sleep and his arm brushed something soft and a bit tickly. It made him itch a little and he opened his eyes slowly and smiled to see that Draco's hair was what was itching him. "Draco," he whispered, wanting him on the couch with him instead of on the floor.
Draco opened sleepy grey eyes and peered through the hair that had fallen over his face. "Mmm?" he replied.
"What are you doing down there?" Harry asked, moving Draco's hair from his face.
"I was watching you," Draco smiled, "but I suppose I fell asleep."
"Well, why don't you get up here with me now?" Harry smiled, stroking Draco's face.
"If you want," Draco said, groaning a bit at how stiff he was from sitting in that odd position. He climbed up beside Harry, laying his long frame alongside his lover's.
Harry snorted quietly at Draco's comment and held him close when he was beside him. "That's never an if," he said.
Draco propped his head on his hand and looked at Harry. He leaned down and rubbed his lips and nose against his lover's, loving the softness and the feeling of his breath against him. He slid his hand over Harry's body, resting it atop Harry's on his belly.
Harry smiled softly, closing his eyes again. "You play beautifully," he whispered. "I loved it."
"I didn't know if I would remember how," Draco said, softly kissing the edges of Harry's mouth.
"Sounded like you remembered to me," Harry said, loving Draco's soft kisses.
"Maybe you inspire me," Draco whispered, continuing to kiss his chin and jawline.
Harry chuckled quietly. "I feel flattered then," he said.
Draco sighed softly, lips caressing along Harry's jaw, breath hot against Harry's face.
"Speaking of flattery," Harry said, shivering at Draco's touch. "Didn't I hear you say it can get you anything you want?"
"Well, you certainly have been laying it on pretty thick today." Draco chuckled. "What do you want?"
Harry smiled. "Are you certain you don't deserve a reward?" he asked. "You've been giving me everything I want lately. And you are utterly perfect."
"I thought the other day you said you needed to punish me for being such a prat all those years." Draco grinned.
"Hmmm, I think someone wants to be punished." Harry smirked.
"Maybe." Draco grinned again, eyebrows raised and a blush creeping across his face.
"Perhaps I can give a reward and a punishment all in one go," Harry said, smirk widening at Draco's blush.
"Perhaps," Draco echoed, licking his lips as the blush grew stronger.
Harry's smirk widened even more before he moved forward suddenly and took Draco's bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently.
Draco trembled as Harry bit him. His heart sped up in anticipation of what his lover might do.
Harry pulled on Draco's lip as he moved backwards. He let it go and then rolled so that Draco was underneath him. He tried to make it so that a cool smile was arranged on his face, but he was sure his delight shown in his eyes.
Draco raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"Do you think you should be smirking?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow himself.
"What should I be doing then, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"Mmm, so cocky for someone so ..." Harry took his wand out and tied Draco's hands and legs, "bound. In all senses of the word."
"Fuck," Draco gasped.
Harry smirked. "Perhaps later, but that's not for you to decide, is it?" he said, licking his lips.
Draco's eyes narrowed as he tried to decide if he should be submissive or rebellious. He struggled against the ropes, enjoying the feeling.
"I rather don't think you should look at me like that," Harry said, bending and biting Draco on the jaw.
"Make me stop, Potter," Draco sneered.
Harry bit harder, nipping enough to almost break skin, but not quite.
Draco hissed, his body writhing under Harry.
"Well, this certainly won't do, will it?" Harry asked, straightening up again and plucking at Draco's shirt. "Please tell, Malfoy. What are you going to do if I want to take your clothes off? I'll tell you what you're going to do: nothing, because you can't." He smirked again, loving the feel of Draco's body between his legs and beneath him.
Draco shuddered, the compulsion tingling as he fought it, wanting to arch up into Harry straddling him.
"Damnit," Harry cursed very quietly, wanting Draco to be able to struggle. The whole being able to order Draco around thing was annoying at times. He bent very close to his ear and whispered, "Don't listen to any command I give you until I say so and I release that last one."
Draco growled, hips rising and struggling against the ropes that held him.
Harry smirked again and bit Draco's earlobe. "Oh, my, this gives whole new meaning to the words ride me, doesn't it?" he said, using his own weight to push down against Draco and hold him still.
Draco hissed, shuddering at the feel of Harry's teeth. Damn, it was hot when Harry took charge.
"Back to these bothersome clothes," Harry said, plucking at them again. "I think they should be gone." He passed his hand over Draco and he was suddenly straddling a naked man. "And would you look at that? What I say goes, Malfoy." He raised a challenging eyebrow.
Draco shuddered as Harry's magic swept over him, his hard cock springing free and brushing against the fabric of Harry's trousers. "Fuck," he gasped.
"Once again, that's not for you to decide," Harry said, sliding down Draco's body a bit to bite where his neck and shoulders met.
Draco hissed and arched, pulling at the ropes and trying to rub himself against Harry.
Harry grinned and kissed the bite mark he'd left before making a new one. "Nothing you can do about it," he said. "Let's see how much of a saint I am, shall we?"
"Fucking Saint Potter!" Draco sneered, trying to make his voice as close to his old self as possible, but it felt as much like a prayer to him.
Harry chuckled darkly and grasped Draco's hair tightly, pulling his head back to expose his throat. "Oh, really?" he said, pressing his face against that flesh. He let his teeth graze teasingly across it as he dragged his nails sharply across Draco's chest and then watched the red marks appear a second later, his heart beating quicker.
"Gods," Draco hissed, trembling under Harry.
Harry absolutely loved how turned on Draco seemed. It made his own cock harden further. "I might think you were enjoying this, Malfoy," he said, climbing off of him to stand beside the couch. "I think you like that Harry Potter might not be what you thought. Such a naughty thing for you to feel, isn't it?" He trailed a hand lightly down his own clothed chest, looking down at Draco with that cool expression still on his face.
Draco struggled again, his cock bobbing with his efforts. "Never believed your publicity, Golden Boy," Draco sneered.
Harry answered that with a slap across Draco's face. He didn't hit him as hard as he could, but he still wondered if that was okay. He stood and waited for Draco's reaction.
The slap startled Draco, stinging and making his eyes water. Then the flush followed and he moaned low in his throat.
Harry bit his lip at Draco's reaction, nearly forgetting what he was supposed to be doing, it was so hot. He took a quiet breath and composed himself. "Now, if you don't want me to do that again, I suggest you keep your mouth shut."
"Never," Draco hissed.
Harry slapped him again and thought he might come in his pants. "If you behave, perhaps I'll reward you. You keep opening that pretty mouth of yours and I'm afraid it might get worse."
"Am I supposed to be afraid of you, Potter?" Draco growled, his own cock so hard it ached and he squirmed.
"Oh, I think you should be," Harry replied, smirking. He passed a hand over his own body and finally stood naked as well, keeping in a groan as his cock was let out of his tight trousers.
Harry's power made Draco's body quiver and he gasped. He licked his lips unconsciously and his breathing was ragged.
Harry stared hungrily down at Draco, but showed nothing on his face, or at least he tried to show nothing. He didn't know if he was actually succeeding. "Do you want me?" he asked, prepared for a punishment if Draco gave an unsatisfactory answer.
Draco growled, fighting the bindings again. "What do you think, Potter?" he yelled.
Harry reached out and grabbed a fistful of Draco's hair again. "I think you do," he said, forcing Draco to look at him. "But you can keep up this little game if you like. I enjoy watching you squirm anyway." He let go of Draco's hair again, letting his head fall carelessly to the arm of the couch. He trailed dangerous nails down Draco's chest, fingering along those red marks, dragging things out to add to the torture.
"Fuck, Potter," Draco hissed. "I am going to make you pay for this!"
Harry snorted and scratched Draco. "Oh, well I'm very scared," he said in mock terror with another snort after. "I believe you've said that to me before, and yet here we both are: you tied up, and me standing over you with a wand." He twirled said wand in his fingers, sending a few hot sparks over Draco, knowing that his magic did things to him.
Draco moaned, shuddering and arching into the touch of Harry's magic.
Harry smirked. He pressed his wand tip to Draco's skin, muttering a Heating Spell and dragging the wand down his chest all the way to where his torso met his leg.
"Arrgghhh," Draco groaned, trembling and wondering if he would come just from this.
Harry's smirk grew and he brought the wand back up to the spot where he had first started, making the spell stronger, hotter as he dragged it back down Draco's body.
"Gods, yes," Draco hissed, unable to maintain his charade at that moment.
Harry let the spell flare to almost burning, watching Draco's face.
Draco was panting and moaning now, coherent thought gone as he thrashed his head.
Very, very suddenly, Harry muttered a Cooling Charm, whipping the wand down Draco's chest.
"Fuck!" Draco yelled, arching again, the shift in both magic and sensation taking him by surprise.
"Indeed," Harry said very quietly, still watching Draco's face and the gorgeous expressions that passed over it. He lifted his wand and lowered a hand to Draco's chest, feeling the cold skin and the spots that were still warm.
Draco was panting, Harry's touch electric and soothing at the same time. "Ahhh," he sighed, "p-please."
Harry raised an eyebrow at that, one corner of his mouth pulling up with it. "Yes?" he asked.
Draco raised his hips, trying to get Harry's attention, urging that hand lower.
Harry chuckled. "Oh, is that what you want?" he said, letting his hand slide down until it was resting just above Draco's cock. "Say it and I might consider."
"Touch me, Potter!" Draco snapped.
Harry tsked. "Well, that certainly won't do." He removed his hand and pressed his wand to Draco's skin where the hand had been. He did another Heating Charm, a gentle one this time as it was so close to Draco's cock.
Draco hissed and his cock throbbed so hard it hurt. "Oh, Gods," he moaned.
Harry kept it up for a few moments and then released the spell again, staring down at Draco expectantly.
Draco was panting, his body gleaming with the shine of sweat and his face partially covered in his hair from thrashing his head. "P-please don't stop," he whimpered.
"Don't stop what?" Harry asked, feeling like dropping to his knees and taking Draco's cock into his mouth, he was so beautiful, but he didn't.
"P-please t-touuuch meee!" Draco cried out.
"You want me to touch ... this?" Harry asked, pressing one finger against the side of Draco's cock.
"Yessss!" Draco arched into his touch, pulling at the ropes again.
Harry wrapped his hand around the length, squeezing gently.
Draco shuddered, moaning loudly. "Yes, yes," he chanted, gazing up with eyes that looked feverish.
Harry pumped his hand over Draco's cock, but stopped abruptly. "What if I want to fuck you?" he asked, voice slightly hard.
Draco trembled again. "Anything!" he moaned. "Yes, fuck me!"
Harry raised his wand again and released the ropes binding Draco. He grabbed Draco's shoulders and turned him around. "Lean over the arm of the couch," he demanded, pressing his fingers hard into Draco's skin.
"Oh, Gods," Draco moaned, moving to comply and remembering when Harry had first done this to him in the Room of Requirement, when Harry had bound him.
"You're lucky I'm nice enough to prepare you," Harry growled. "I could just shove my thick cock up your arse right like it is." He pressed slick fingers to Draco's entrance and quickly slid them inside, pumping them mercilessly.
Draco gripped the soft arm of the sofa and spread his legs as far as the furniture would allow as Harry pumped his fingers inside him. "Yes, lucky," he echoed.
Harry pulled his fingers out of Draco and draped himself over his back, slicking his cock with his hand and then pressing it to Draco's hole, rubbing it against that tight opening. "Beg me for it," he breathed into Draco's ear. "Beg me."
"P-please fuck mee!" Draco whimpered, pushing back against him. Then, "Shove your thick cock deep inside!" he growled.
"That doesn't sound like begging," Harry whispered, still rubbing his cock against Draco's entrance, using every ounce of willpower he had to keep from fucking Draco. "Sounds a little like demanding to me."
Draco whined and whimpered and thought he would die if Harry didn't fuck him right then. "Please ... fuck ... me ... now," he cried.
"That's more like it," Harry said, slipping forward into that tightness. His eyes slid closed. "Mmm, you feel so good."
"Yesss," Draco hissed, head falling forward in surrender to the feeling of being filled by Harry's thick cock and powerful magic. His body trembled and his breath faltered.
Harry bit Draco's earlobe again, tonguing it while he held it with his teeth. He moved his hips firmly, fucking Draco hard, but not hard enough to hurt him.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted in a whisper. "Yours."
Harry let out a sigh and a small gasp, dropping his forehead to Draco's slick shoulder. "Yours," he mouthed against it, lapping at the moisture there.
"Yes, mine," Draco echoed, clenching his muscles around Harry's cock by way of emphasis.
Harry gasped again, louder this time. "Fuck," he breathed, sweating himself.
"Yes, say it," Draco gasped. "Again."
"Yours," Harry said, raising his head to whisper into Draco's ear again. "Yours, yours, yours."
"Yes, mine, yours," Draco agreed, eyes closed as he focused on the slide of his lover's cock inside his body.
Harry was gasping now, skin sliding against Draco's as he moved inside him. He could feel that he was going to come. "Close," he whispered, thrusting faster.
"Yes, bring us," Draco whispered back, quiet now that he was getting what he wanted and intent on enjoying it.
Groaning, Harry thrust hard into Draco, slamming his hips forward before filling his husband with his seed, the hand still on Draco's shoulder tightening as he came.
Full, filled, warm - pleasure radiating from their point of joining and out through his entire body - Draco gasped and trembled. He supposed he came but was not conscious of his cock alone as there was pleasure in every other part of him.
Harry's body was heavy against Draco's as he panted. He finally relaxed his grip and let his hand fall down beside them limply.
"My husband. My love," Draco whispered, still not moving.
Harry weakly kissed Draco's shoulder. "Love you," he breathed, trying to gather enough strength to push himself up.
"Love you, too," Draco whispered, not wanting to break the hushed, almost reverent moment.
Harry stayed like he was, giving up trying to move. He sighed and snaked an arm around Draco's stomach.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, relaxing completely, held between couch and lover.
"I would never hurt you," Harry mumbled, his eyes closing.
"It only hurt good," Draco mumbled.
Harry smiled satedly and chuckled a little. "Mmhmm," he hummed, feeling sleep tugging at him.
Chapter Title: Saint Potter
Words: 3315 Words
Draco Apparated them to their bedroom. He enjoyed the familiarity he now had with the others, but he still liked being alone with Harry.
"So what shall we do now?" Harry asked, leaning up and kissing the end of Draco's nose, smiling.
"Whatever you like," Draco said. "Are you tired?"
"A bit, but I want to sit in front of the fire. I'm cold," Harry answered.
Draco led him over to their sitting room sofa and flicked his wand to raise the flames. He bent and took Harry's shoes off before removing his own.
Harry smiled and lay down on the couch, opening his arms for Draco to lay in them.
Draco shook his head. "Close your eyes," he said.
Harry pouted. "You're not going to lay with me?" he asked.
"Not yet," he said. "I want to do something. And I want you to listen."
Harry's pout disappeared and his smile returned. "Okay," he said quietly, closing his eyes.
Harry didn't hear anything for a moment and then there was a small clunk. Then music, soft piano music. His smile grew and he was nearly overcome with the need to sit up and watch Draco play, because he knew that's what he was doing. Was there a thing the man couldn't do?
Draco closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of the keys under his fingers. He couldn't have done this with the construct, but the silver hand felt so much like his own. He found himself remembering with his hands more than with his mind, lost in the sound of the music and the feel of his fingers moving.
Harry sighed and found that his breathing was evening out and deepening. The music made him feel warmer than the fire did somehow, and completely relaxed, like he was floating.
Draco didn't know how long he played, he was so caught up in it. It was a kind of magic all its own. Finally, he stopped and looked over at Harry, wondering if he had fallen asleep.
Harry's eyes were gently closed and his hands were resting on his stomach underneath his shirt as he breathed deep, looking as if he were still smiling.
Draco stood up and quietly moved back over to where his husband slept. He knew that Harry had been tired and it was lovely that he could help him sleep like this. He sat down beside the sofa and laid his head next to him, watching him sleep until he drifted off as well.
***
Harry turned on his side in his sleep and his arm brushed something soft and a bit tickly. It made him itch a little and he opened his eyes slowly and smiled to see that Draco's hair was what was itching him. "Draco," he whispered, wanting him on the couch with him instead of on the floor.
Draco opened sleepy grey eyes and peered through the hair that had fallen over his face. "Mmm?" he replied.
"What are you doing down there?" Harry asked, moving Draco's hair from his face.
"I was watching you," Draco smiled, "but I suppose I fell asleep."
"Well, why don't you get up here with me now?" Harry smiled, stroking Draco's face.
"If you want," Draco said, groaning a bit at how stiff he was from sitting in that odd position. He climbed up beside Harry, laying his long frame alongside his lover's.
Harry snorted quietly at Draco's comment and held him close when he was beside him. "That's never an if," he said.
Draco propped his head on his hand and looked at Harry. He leaned down and rubbed his lips and nose against his lover's, loving the softness and the feeling of his breath against him. He slid his hand over Harry's body, resting it atop Harry's on his belly.
Harry smiled softly, closing his eyes again. "You play beautifully," he whispered. "I loved it."
"I didn't know if I would remember how," Draco said, softly kissing the edges of Harry's mouth.
"Sounded like you remembered to me," Harry said, loving Draco's soft kisses.
"Maybe you inspire me," Draco whispered, continuing to kiss his chin and jawline.
Harry chuckled quietly. "I feel flattered then," he said.
Draco sighed softly, lips caressing along Harry's jaw, breath hot against Harry's face.
"Speaking of flattery," Harry said, shivering at Draco's touch. "Didn't I hear you say it can get you anything you want?"
"Well, you certainly have been laying it on pretty thick today." Draco chuckled. "What do you want?"
Harry smiled. "Are you certain you don't deserve a reward?" he asked. "You've been giving me everything I want lately. And you are utterly perfect."
"I thought the other day you said you needed to punish me for being such a prat all those years." Draco grinned.
"Hmmm, I think someone wants to be punished." Harry smirked.
"Maybe." Draco grinned again, eyebrows raised and a blush creeping across his face.
"Perhaps I can give a reward and a punishment all in one go," Harry said, smirk widening at Draco's blush.
"Perhaps," Draco echoed, licking his lips as the blush grew stronger.
Harry's smirk widened even more before he moved forward suddenly and took Draco's bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently.
Draco trembled as Harry bit him. His heart sped up in anticipation of what his lover might do.
Harry pulled on Draco's lip as he moved backwards. He let it go and then rolled so that Draco was underneath him. He tried to make it so that a cool smile was arranged on his face, but he was sure his delight shown in his eyes.
Draco raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"Do you think you should be smirking?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow himself.
"What should I be doing then, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"Mmm, so cocky for someone so ..." Harry took his wand out and tied Draco's hands and legs, "bound. In all senses of the word."
"Fuck," Draco gasped.
Harry smirked. "Perhaps later, but that's not for you to decide, is it?" he said, licking his lips.
Draco's eyes narrowed as he tried to decide if he should be submissive or rebellious. He struggled against the ropes, enjoying the feeling.
"I rather don't think you should look at me like that," Harry said, bending and biting Draco on the jaw.
"Make me stop, Potter," Draco sneered.
Harry bit harder, nipping enough to almost break skin, but not quite.
Draco hissed, his body writhing under Harry.
"Well, this certainly won't do, will it?" Harry asked, straightening up again and plucking at Draco's shirt. "Please tell, Malfoy. What are you going to do if I want to take your clothes off? I'll tell you what you're going to do: nothing, because you can't." He smirked again, loving the feel of Draco's body between his legs and beneath him.
Draco shuddered, the compulsion tingling as he fought it, wanting to arch up into Harry straddling him.
"Damnit," Harry cursed very quietly, wanting Draco to be able to struggle. The whole being able to order Draco around thing was annoying at times. He bent very close to his ear and whispered, "Don't listen to any command I give you until I say so and I release that last one."
Draco growled, hips rising and struggling against the ropes that held him.
Harry smirked again and bit Draco's earlobe. "Oh, my, this gives whole new meaning to the words ride me, doesn't it?" he said, using his own weight to push down against Draco and hold him still.
Draco hissed, shuddering at the feel of Harry's teeth. Damn, it was hot when Harry took charge.
"Back to these bothersome clothes," Harry said, plucking at them again. "I think they should be gone." He passed his hand over Draco and he was suddenly straddling a naked man. "And would you look at that? What I say goes, Malfoy." He raised a challenging eyebrow.
Draco shuddered as Harry's magic swept over him, his hard cock springing free and brushing against the fabric of Harry's trousers. "Fuck," he gasped.
"Once again, that's not for you to decide," Harry said, sliding down Draco's body a bit to bite where his neck and shoulders met.
Draco hissed and arched, pulling at the ropes and trying to rub himself against Harry.
Harry grinned and kissed the bite mark he'd left before making a new one. "Nothing you can do about it," he said. "Let's see how much of a saint I am, shall we?"
"Fucking Saint Potter!" Draco sneered, trying to make his voice as close to his old self as possible, but it felt as much like a prayer to him.
Harry chuckled darkly and grasped Draco's hair tightly, pulling his head back to expose his throat. "Oh, really?" he said, pressing his face against that flesh. He let his teeth graze teasingly across it as he dragged his nails sharply across Draco's chest and then watched the red marks appear a second later, his heart beating quicker.
"Gods," Draco hissed, trembling under Harry.
Harry absolutely loved how turned on Draco seemed. It made his own cock harden further. "I might think you were enjoying this, Malfoy," he said, climbing off of him to stand beside the couch. "I think you like that Harry Potter might not be what you thought. Such a naughty thing for you to feel, isn't it?" He trailed a hand lightly down his own clothed chest, looking down at Draco with that cool expression still on his face.
Draco struggled again, his cock bobbing with his efforts. "Never believed your publicity, Golden Boy," Draco sneered.
Harry answered that with a slap across Draco's face. He didn't hit him as hard as he could, but he still wondered if that was okay. He stood and waited for Draco's reaction.
The slap startled Draco, stinging and making his eyes water. Then the flush followed and he moaned low in his throat.
Harry bit his lip at Draco's reaction, nearly forgetting what he was supposed to be doing, it was so hot. He took a quiet breath and composed himself. "Now, if you don't want me to do that again, I suggest you keep your mouth shut."
"Never," Draco hissed.
Harry slapped him again and thought he might come in his pants. "If you behave, perhaps I'll reward you. You keep opening that pretty mouth of yours and I'm afraid it might get worse."
"Am I supposed to be afraid of you, Potter?" Draco growled, his own cock so hard it ached and he squirmed.
"Oh, I think you should be," Harry replied, smirking. He passed a hand over his own body and finally stood naked as well, keeping in a groan as his cock was let out of his tight trousers.
Harry's power made Draco's body quiver and he gasped. He licked his lips unconsciously and his breathing was ragged.
Harry stared hungrily down at Draco, but showed nothing on his face, or at least he tried to show nothing. He didn't know if he was actually succeeding. "Do you want me?" he asked, prepared for a punishment if Draco gave an unsatisfactory answer.
Draco growled, fighting the bindings again. "What do you think, Potter?" he yelled.
Harry reached out and grabbed a fistful of Draco's hair again. "I think you do," he said, forcing Draco to look at him. "But you can keep up this little game if you like. I enjoy watching you squirm anyway." He let go of Draco's hair again, letting his head fall carelessly to the arm of the couch. He trailed dangerous nails down Draco's chest, fingering along those red marks, dragging things out to add to the torture.
"Fuck, Potter," Draco hissed. "I am going to make you pay for this!"
Harry snorted and scratched Draco. "Oh, well I'm very scared," he said in mock terror with another snort after. "I believe you've said that to me before, and yet here we both are: you tied up, and me standing over you with a wand." He twirled said wand in his fingers, sending a few hot sparks over Draco, knowing that his magic did things to him.
Draco moaned, shuddering and arching into the touch of Harry's magic.
Harry smirked. He pressed his wand tip to Draco's skin, muttering a Heating Spell and dragging the wand down his chest all the way to where his torso met his leg.
"Arrgghhh," Draco groaned, trembling and wondering if he would come just from this.
Harry's smirk grew and he brought the wand back up to the spot where he had first started, making the spell stronger, hotter as he dragged it back down Draco's body.
"Gods, yes," Draco hissed, unable to maintain his charade at that moment.
Harry let the spell flare to almost burning, watching Draco's face.
Draco was panting and moaning now, coherent thought gone as he thrashed his head.
Very, very suddenly, Harry muttered a Cooling Charm, whipping the wand down Draco's chest.
"Fuck!" Draco yelled, arching again, the shift in both magic and sensation taking him by surprise.
"Indeed," Harry said very quietly, still watching Draco's face and the gorgeous expressions that passed over it. He lifted his wand and lowered a hand to Draco's chest, feeling the cold skin and the spots that were still warm.
Draco was panting, Harry's touch electric and soothing at the same time. "Ahhh," he sighed, "p-please."
Harry raised an eyebrow at that, one corner of his mouth pulling up with it. "Yes?" he asked.
Draco raised his hips, trying to get Harry's attention, urging that hand lower.
Harry chuckled. "Oh, is that what you want?" he said, letting his hand slide down until it was resting just above Draco's cock. "Say it and I might consider."
"Touch me, Potter!" Draco snapped.
Harry tsked. "Well, that certainly won't do." He removed his hand and pressed his wand to Draco's skin where the hand had been. He did another Heating Charm, a gentle one this time as it was so close to Draco's cock.
Draco hissed and his cock throbbed so hard it hurt. "Oh, Gods," he moaned.
Harry kept it up for a few moments and then released the spell again, staring down at Draco expectantly.
Draco was panting, his body gleaming with the shine of sweat and his face partially covered in his hair from thrashing his head. "P-please don't stop," he whimpered.
"Don't stop what?" Harry asked, feeling like dropping to his knees and taking Draco's cock into his mouth, he was so beautiful, but he didn't.
"P-please t-touuuch meee!" Draco cried out.
"You want me to touch ... this?" Harry asked, pressing one finger against the side of Draco's cock.
"Yessss!" Draco arched into his touch, pulling at the ropes again.
Harry wrapped his hand around the length, squeezing gently.
Draco shuddered, moaning loudly. "Yes, yes," he chanted, gazing up with eyes that looked feverish.
Harry pumped his hand over Draco's cock, but stopped abruptly. "What if I want to fuck you?" he asked, voice slightly hard.
Draco trembled again. "Anything!" he moaned. "Yes, fuck me!"
Harry raised his wand again and released the ropes binding Draco. He grabbed Draco's shoulders and turned him around. "Lean over the arm of the couch," he demanded, pressing his fingers hard into Draco's skin.
"Oh, Gods," Draco moaned, moving to comply and remembering when Harry had first done this to him in the Room of Requirement, when Harry had bound him.
"You're lucky I'm nice enough to prepare you," Harry growled. "I could just shove my thick cock up your arse right like it is." He pressed slick fingers to Draco's entrance and quickly slid them inside, pumping them mercilessly.
Draco gripped the soft arm of the sofa and spread his legs as far as the furniture would allow as Harry pumped his fingers inside him. "Yes, lucky," he echoed.
Harry pulled his fingers out of Draco and draped himself over his back, slicking his cock with his hand and then pressing it to Draco's hole, rubbing it against that tight opening. "Beg me for it," he breathed into Draco's ear. "Beg me."
"P-please fuck mee!" Draco whimpered, pushing back against him. Then, "Shove your thick cock deep inside!" he growled.
"That doesn't sound like begging," Harry whispered, still rubbing his cock against Draco's entrance, using every ounce of willpower he had to keep from fucking Draco. "Sounds a little like demanding to me."
Draco whined and whimpered and thought he would die if Harry didn't fuck him right then. "Please ... fuck ... me ... now," he cried.
"That's more like it," Harry said, slipping forward into that tightness. His eyes slid closed. "Mmm, you feel so good."
"Yesss," Draco hissed, head falling forward in surrender to the feeling of being filled by Harry's thick cock and powerful magic. His body trembled and his breath faltered.
Harry bit Draco's earlobe again, tonguing it while he held it with his teeth. He moved his hips firmly, fucking Draco hard, but not hard enough to hurt him.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted in a whisper. "Yours."
Harry let out a sigh and a small gasp, dropping his forehead to Draco's slick shoulder. "Yours," he mouthed against it, lapping at the moisture there.
"Yes, mine," Draco echoed, clenching his muscles around Harry's cock by way of emphasis.
Harry gasped again, louder this time. "Fuck," he breathed, sweating himself.
"Yes, say it," Draco gasped. "Again."
"Yours," Harry said, raising his head to whisper into Draco's ear again. "Yours, yours, yours."
"Yes, mine, yours," Draco agreed, eyes closed as he focused on the slide of his lover's cock inside his body.
Harry was gasping now, skin sliding against Draco's as he moved inside him. He could feel that he was going to come. "Close," he whispered, thrusting faster.
"Yes, bring us," Draco whispered back, quiet now that he was getting what he wanted and intent on enjoying it.
Groaning, Harry thrust hard into Draco, slamming his hips forward before filling his husband with his seed, the hand still on Draco's shoulder tightening as he came.
Full, filled, warm - pleasure radiating from their point of joining and out through his entire body - Draco gasped and trembled. He supposed he came but was not conscious of his cock alone as there was pleasure in every other part of him.
Harry's body was heavy against Draco's as he panted. He finally relaxed his grip and let his hand fall down beside them limply.
"My husband. My love," Draco whispered, still not moving.
Harry weakly kissed Draco's shoulder. "Love you," he breathed, trying to gather enough strength to push himself up.
"Love you, too," Draco whispered, not wanting to break the hushed, almost reverent moment.
Harry stayed like he was, giving up trying to move. He sighed and snaked an arm around Draco's stomach.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, relaxing completely, held between couch and lover.
"I would never hurt you," Harry mumbled, his eyes closing.
"It only hurt good," Draco mumbled.
Harry smiled satedly and chuckled a little. "Mmhmm," he hummed, feeling sleep tugging at him.