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Oral Training
Chapter Number/Total: 2/20
Chapter Title: Oral Training
Words: 3045 Words
Draco scowled. This situation was bound to disrupt his life. He decided he would just have to do his best not to let it. “Follow me,” he snapped and strode to the staircase, climbing.
Harry considered resisting but as Malfoy moved away from him, he started to feel an intense pain throughout his body. He scrambled after him, crawling as fast he could up the marble stairs.
Harry was panting and his knees red and sore by the time he made it to the top of the staircase. Malfoy paused at the entrance of a room as if checking to see that Harry had followed and then went through it. The rug stung his tender knees and hands as Harry crawled again, finding the blond had walked into a richly appointed bedroom. A large dark wood four-poster bed dominated the room. It was hung with dark green draperies. The rest of the room was equally opulent with ornate and obviously antique furniture. Plush chairs sat before a fireplace and a writing desk was off to one side. Malfoy was stripping his robes and laying them over a chair near the bed. His pale white skin stood out against the dark background of the room. He seemed to be ignoring Harry and once he was naked, he walked to another door and went into the adjoining bathroom.
Harry had drawn his knees up resting them as he watched Malfoy and tried to catch his own breath. Unfortunately, when Malfoy moved again, the pain returned and he scrambled to follow him.
The bathroom gleamed with white marble, silver veins running through the rock. Gold fixtures contrasted with stone. There were two sinks set in a long slab and a large sunken bathtub, with a raised marble area around it. It was filled with water, steam rising and the scent of vanilla in the air.
Draco walked over to it and stepped into the bath, sinking down into the warm water with a sigh.
Harry sat nearby and watched, slowly pulling his knees up to his chest and rubbing the sore flesh.
Draco leaned back, letting everything but his face sink into the bath, soaking his now long, white blond hair. He did his best to let it wash away everything including thoughts of the Dark Lord and his new … prisoner. Draco sat up and reached for his hair potions, working shampoo into his hair with a pleasurable sigh.
Harry was almost sure Malfoy was doing this just to upset him. He scowled, resting his chin against his knees. He had to remember not to lose his temper though.
Draco rinsed his hair, and then used a Conditioning Potion. Afterwards he worked soap into a lather and washed his body thoroughly.
Malfoy seemed oblivious to Harry’s presence and he wondered what would happen if he just got up and stepped into the tub with Malfoy. He inched closer, smelling the soap with a sigh.
Draco cleaned himself and then lay back and closed his eyes, his back resting against the sloped end of the tub.
Harry reached the edge of the tub quietly, and reached in to dip his fingers in the water.
"Potter, take your filthy hands away from my bath," Draco drawled.
Harry scowled and sighed, pulling his hands away. He used the bit of water he got to rub at the mess of his hands.
Draco sat up and looked at Harry, shaking his head. "You really are a mess," he remarked in a bored tone. "Can you feel my seed in you, in your mouth and your arse?"
Harry wasn't sure, but he nodded anyway, hoping that was the right answer.
"I am tempted to leave you like this; messy with my spunk and your own blood," Draco said, standing up, the water running down his long lean body. "Would you like that?" he asked, stepping out and casting a Drying Charm on himself.
"No," Harry answered, glancing up at him. “Can I take a bath?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco put his hands on his hips, head cocked and looking disdainfully at Harry. "Yes, you can use the bath," he sneered.
Harry got up and stepped into the tub, sighing softly.
"You can use the soap as well," Draco said and stepped in front of the mirror, combing out his hair.
Harry slowly sat down in the water, hissing softly as it touched the welts and cuts on his body. He reached for the soap.
Draco finished combing his hair and cast a Drying Charm for that as well. He pulled a dark green silk dressing gown off a gold hook by the door and put it on. He then leaned back against the edge of the sink with his arms crossed against his chest, watching Harry.
Harry carefully rubbed the soap over his skin, watching the suds turn reddish-brown.
Draco wrinkled his nose at the mess and sighed impatiently. “Hurry,” he snapped.
“Why?” Harry snapped back, scowling.
"For that, no food until morning. Get out of the bath!"
"I didn't do anything. And I wasn't finished yet," Harry muttered.
Draco waited. Harry sighed as he dropped the soap and moved to get out of the tub slowly.
Draco cast Cleaning and Drying charms on Potter, finishing the process and walking out of the bathroom.
Harry followed after him, still feeling weird despite the Cleaning Charm. "Can I still get food?" he asked.
"No," Draco answered, padding into the large, ornately decorated bedroom.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
Draco hung the robe up on a hook on one bed post and climbed into the large comfortable looking bed. "Lie down beside the bed," Draco told him. "If you behave yourself, you can eat in the morning."
Harry sighed, walking over to the bed and slowly laying down. The minute his skin touched the sheets, pain lanced through him and he gasped, curling up a bit. He didn't know what he did wrong, but the pain got more intense.
"Potter!" Draco snapped, "I told you to lie on the floor."
Harry got up as quickly as he could and sat down on the floor before laying down, taking deep breaths. The pain subsided slowly.
Draco huffed and lay back down again, pulling the covers up and curling on his side.
Harry was still breathing hard, expecting something else to happen. When he didn't hear anything, he turned on his side, trying to get comfortable on the floor. Nothing helped, and he kept moving.
Eventually Harry found the least painful position he could, and he stayed still, his eyes closing in exhaustion. When he lost against Voldemort, he was expecting to be killed on the spot, not taken and made into some kind of slave to his enemy. He hated it. He hated everything, but he couldn't figure out what to do yet. All he had to do was listen, basically, and he'd live long enough to figure something out. As he drifted off to sleep, Harry decided that’s what he would try to do from then on.
***
It was raining, and there was thunder. Harry was running through the mud of the battlefield. They'd lost, the Order members were being killed one by one and they were probably looking for him at that very moment. But he could see Hermione and Ron in the distance, through the rain. He screamed for them, screamed for Hermione to turn around before there was a flash of green light and she fell. Ron ran after her and he was next and Harry was still running for them, but it seemed the harder he ran, the farther they were.
"Potter, wake up!" Draco yelled, shaking Harry by the shoulders.
Harry woke up slowly, tears running down his face as he looked up. But it wasn't who he wanted it to be.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco demanded, his own heart beating fast in fear from being woken up to screaming.
"Nothing. I had a nightmare," Harry murmured, sniffling.
"Bloody hell," Draco complained, standing up from where he had crouched beside Harry. "Shut up and don't make me put a Silencing Charm on you." Draco huffed and climbed back into bed, sighing.
Harry turned on his side, away from Draco. "Just leave me alone," he whispered, beginning to cry silently. The pain of disobeying Draco hit then and he gasped, curling into a ball. "I'm sorry," Harry gasped from the floor, wanting to relieve the pain somehow.
Draco lay staring up into the canopy, listening to Potter cry. It made him angry. How dare he? Finally, unable to stand it, he rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. He reached down and grabbed Potter's hair. "Up, now," he snapped.
Harry was pulled to his knees, forcing himself not to reach up and try to make Malfoy let go of his hair. At least the pain of the spell seemed to lessen when he obeyed.
"Since you have woken me up, you can entertain me," Draco sneered, spreading his legs and pulling Harry forward between them.
Harry shook his head as he was pulled forward, not wanting to “entertain” him again.
"Suck me," Draco ordered, cock not yet hard but wanting to punish Harry.
"I didn't mean to wake you up," Harry whispered.
Draco pulled Harry's hair tighter, bringing Potter’s mouth to his cock.
Harry opened his mouth, taking the soft flesh between his lips.
"Yes, suck me, Potter," Draco growled, watching Harry's mouth on him and feeling himself harden.
Harry began to suck him as hard as he could, wanting to finish this quickly.
"Slow down and use your tongue," Draco ordered.
Harry slowed down and used his tongue to rub around the flesh, feeling slightly disgusted with himself.
"Yes, that's it," Draco encouraged, hand still entwined in the thick black hair but no longer pulling hard.
Harry kept it up, his eyes closed. He sighed in relief as the hand in his hair no longer pulled and hurt.
"Yes, finally a good use for that tongue of yours," Draco gasped.
Harry started to bob his head, still wanting for this to be over as fast as possible. He ignored whatever Draco was saying, in favour of just focusing on the task.
"This time you will swallow my seed," Draco warned him, panting as he got closer.
Harry wasn't too sure about doing that, but he knew if he didn't, there would be more pain in the near future.
Draco trembled, hand tightening in Potter’s hair and then he was coming, crying out as he did.
Harry didn't swallow it yet. He just focused on making sure he didn’t choke, holding it in his mouth. When he felt that Draco was done, he tried to swallow, hoping it would stay down.
Draco trembled with his release. He should have had Potter before this. Who knew he would feel so good?
Harry tried to pull his head back a moment later, wanting to be let go.
"Swallow it," Draco growled.
Harry swallowed what was left in his mouth.
Draco sighed, releasing Potter's hair. "Go back to sleep," he told him and lay back on the bed.
Harry quietly lay back down on the floor, not sure he if could go back to sleep. He always had nightmares since that night, and it wasn't as if he could stop them.
Draco crawled back under the covers feeling sated and content. After a minute, he thought of something. "Potter?" he asked.
"Yes?" Harry answered, not even moving.
"Do you always have them?" he asked.
"Yes ..." Harry whispered, biting his lip.
Draco almost told him he had nightmares, too. He didn't understand the sudden urge to comfort Potter. "Anything stop them?" he asked.
"No," Harry murmured, turning on the floor.
"You can sleep on the foot of the bed if you like," Draco said and then rolled over, turning his back.
Harry sat up, wondering if he should take the offer. The bed probably was a lot more comfortable than the floor, though. He got up and crawled onto the bed, laying down and curling up at the foot of it. "Thank you," he said after a moment of silence.
Draco felt strangely happy but dismissed it as post-orgasm mood. He closed his eyes and forced himself to relax, drifting back to sleep.
Harry stared silently at Malfoy's body under the covers, wondering how he could be so cruel one moment and then do something so nice the next. He sighed and closed his eyes, falling asleep faster than he thought possible.
***
Harry woke up slowly the next morning. He stretched out a bit with a moan, and then sat up, looking at Malfoy. He knew better than to try to escape, so he just watched him sleep, wondering at how peaceful the blond looked in his sleep.
Draco stretched, yawning as he woke up. He blinked his eyes and then the memory of the night before came back to him. He frowned, and looked quickly toward the foot of the bed where he found Potter watching him.
"I thought you'd never wake up," Harry murmured quietly, watching him curiously.
Draco regarded Potter. The Dark Lord had given Potter to him as both reward to Draco and punishment to Potter. Now Draco had to figure out how to make the most of that. He sat up and snapped his fingers and a house-elf appeared bearing a breakfast tray and set it in front of the blond.
"You said I could eat this morning," Harry reminded him softly, looking at the tray then at him.
"You will eat what I don't finish," Draco said, placing a napkin in his lap and beginning to eat, sipping the tea.
Harry knew there had to be a catch. He sighed, laying back down and watching him eat quietly.
Potter was lucky that Draco never ate much at breakfast and the house-elves consistently overlooked that fact. He actually tried to eat as much as he could, not wanting to feel like he was going easy on his old rival. Finally, he slid the tray toward Potter.
Harry pulled it close and quickly ate what was leftover, not even bothering to pause, just in case Malfoy decided to pull the tray away.
Draco looked away, not caring for the way Potter ate. He lay back in his bed. He would normally indulge in his morning wank, but realised there were better ways to get off now. So he waited.
Harry finished, eating every last scrap. He sighed, pushing the tray away and wishing there were more.
Draco Summoned his wand and sent the tray back to the kitchen. "Come here," he said to Potter.
Harry watched him warily as he moved up to where the blond was lying.
Draco pulled his blankets down and leaned back with his hands behind his head, arching an eyebrow. "You should know what to do by now," he said.
Harry was about to ask what when he noticed the erection. He blushed and shook his head, but moved down anyway, quietly wrapping his lips around the head and sucking gently. He never thought there would be a day that he'd want to do this, even if it was just because he'd rather not be hurt.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, relaxing as that warm wet heat engulfed his cock. "Yes," he encouraged.
Harry used his tongue like Draco told him to before and moved it around Malfoy’s cock, sucking harder as he bobbed his head.
This, Draco thought, he could get used to – a morning blow job. He half closed his eyes as he arched his hips up towards Potter's mouth.
Harry pulled off and licked him from root to tip before sucking him back into his mouth, embarrassed to think that he was getting used to this, and getting inventive.
"Yes, more tongue," Draco said, hands coming down to clutch the bedding underneath him.
Harry gave him more tongue, closing his eyes.
"Yes, yes, yes," Draco chanted.
Harry thought of stopping, just to see what would happen, but he went on, accidentally brushing the head with his teeth.
Draco hissed. "Careful," he admonished.
Harry glanced up at him as he curled his lip over his teeth more, hoping it wouldn't happen again.
Draco's breath had sped up and he was thrusting with his hips as he felt his orgasm building.
After one particularly hard thrust Harry felt Malfoy’s cock hit the back of his throat, making him cough slightly and reach out to hold down Malfoy’s hips.
"Suck me, swallow me," Draco chanted, and then he was coming.
Harry swallowed as much as he could, the rest leaking out the sides of his mouth and causing his body to jerk as he felt the familiar pain again. He pulled back, quickly trying to lick up the rest before the pain worsened.
Draco moaned and gasped as Harry licked his sensitive flesh.
When he got all of it, Harry pulled back again, but the pain was still spiking through him, making him fall onto his side.
After a couple seconds Draco looked over at Potter. "What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"Hurts," he whispered, not knowing why. He had swallowed all of it. At least he thought so.
Draco sat up, frowning at him. "I change the order," he said. "You have to try your best to swallow it all."
Harry sighed thankfully as the pain diminished, leaving him panting.
"Interesting," Draco said, watching him curiously. "Apparently the spell is quite literal."
Harry looked back at him, feeling like he could use another night’s sleep just from that.
Draco shook his head and rolled out of bed, reaching for clothes a house-elf had laid out for him during the night. He dressed carefully, still a perfectionist even if most days his work never took him from the Manor.
Harry watched him dress, wondering if he'd see a pair of trousers for himself ever again.
Draco finished dressing and then began walking toward the door to his room. He knew the orders he had given would force Harry to follow him.
Harry slipped off the bed and crawled after Malfoy, shame still making his cheeks burn.
Chapter Title: Oral Training
Words: 3045 Words
Draco scowled. This situation was bound to disrupt his life. He decided he would just have to do his best not to let it. “Follow me,” he snapped and strode to the staircase, climbing.
Harry considered resisting but as Malfoy moved away from him, he started to feel an intense pain throughout his body. He scrambled after him, crawling as fast he could up the marble stairs.
Harry was panting and his knees red and sore by the time he made it to the top of the staircase. Malfoy paused at the entrance of a room as if checking to see that Harry had followed and then went through it. The rug stung his tender knees and hands as Harry crawled again, finding the blond had walked into a richly appointed bedroom. A large dark wood four-poster bed dominated the room. It was hung with dark green draperies. The rest of the room was equally opulent with ornate and obviously antique furniture. Plush chairs sat before a fireplace and a writing desk was off to one side. Malfoy was stripping his robes and laying them over a chair near the bed. His pale white skin stood out against the dark background of the room. He seemed to be ignoring Harry and once he was naked, he walked to another door and went into the adjoining bathroom.
Harry had drawn his knees up resting them as he watched Malfoy and tried to catch his own breath. Unfortunately, when Malfoy moved again, the pain returned and he scrambled to follow him.
The bathroom gleamed with white marble, silver veins running through the rock. Gold fixtures contrasted with stone. There were two sinks set in a long slab and a large sunken bathtub, with a raised marble area around it. It was filled with water, steam rising and the scent of vanilla in the air.
Draco walked over to it and stepped into the bath, sinking down into the warm water with a sigh.
Harry sat nearby and watched, slowly pulling his knees up to his chest and rubbing the sore flesh.
Draco leaned back, letting everything but his face sink into the bath, soaking his now long, white blond hair. He did his best to let it wash away everything including thoughts of the Dark Lord and his new … prisoner. Draco sat up and reached for his hair potions, working shampoo into his hair with a pleasurable sigh.
Harry was almost sure Malfoy was doing this just to upset him. He scowled, resting his chin against his knees. He had to remember not to lose his temper though.
Draco rinsed his hair, and then used a Conditioning Potion. Afterwards he worked soap into a lather and washed his body thoroughly.
Malfoy seemed oblivious to Harry’s presence and he wondered what would happen if he just got up and stepped into the tub with Malfoy. He inched closer, smelling the soap with a sigh.
Draco cleaned himself and then lay back and closed his eyes, his back resting against the sloped end of the tub.
Harry reached the edge of the tub quietly, and reached in to dip his fingers in the water.
"Potter, take your filthy hands away from my bath," Draco drawled.
Harry scowled and sighed, pulling his hands away. He used the bit of water he got to rub at the mess of his hands.
Draco sat up and looked at Harry, shaking his head. "You really are a mess," he remarked in a bored tone. "Can you feel my seed in you, in your mouth and your arse?"
Harry wasn't sure, but he nodded anyway, hoping that was the right answer.
"I am tempted to leave you like this; messy with my spunk and your own blood," Draco said, standing up, the water running down his long lean body. "Would you like that?" he asked, stepping out and casting a Drying Charm on himself.
"No," Harry answered, glancing up at him. “Can I take a bath?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco put his hands on his hips, head cocked and looking disdainfully at Harry. "Yes, you can use the bath," he sneered.
Harry got up and stepped into the tub, sighing softly.
"You can use the soap as well," Draco said and stepped in front of the mirror, combing out his hair.
Harry slowly sat down in the water, hissing softly as it touched the welts and cuts on his body. He reached for the soap.
Draco finished combing his hair and cast a Drying Charm for that as well. He pulled a dark green silk dressing gown off a gold hook by the door and put it on. He then leaned back against the edge of the sink with his arms crossed against his chest, watching Harry.
Harry carefully rubbed the soap over his skin, watching the suds turn reddish-brown.
Draco wrinkled his nose at the mess and sighed impatiently. “Hurry,” he snapped.
“Why?” Harry snapped back, scowling.
"For that, no food until morning. Get out of the bath!"
"I didn't do anything. And I wasn't finished yet," Harry muttered.
Draco waited. Harry sighed as he dropped the soap and moved to get out of the tub slowly.
Draco cast Cleaning and Drying charms on Potter, finishing the process and walking out of the bathroom.
Harry followed after him, still feeling weird despite the Cleaning Charm. "Can I still get food?" he asked.
"No," Draco answered, padding into the large, ornately decorated bedroom.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
Draco hung the robe up on a hook on one bed post and climbed into the large comfortable looking bed. "Lie down beside the bed," Draco told him. "If you behave yourself, you can eat in the morning."
Harry sighed, walking over to the bed and slowly laying down. The minute his skin touched the sheets, pain lanced through him and he gasped, curling up a bit. He didn't know what he did wrong, but the pain got more intense.
"Potter!" Draco snapped, "I told you to lie on the floor."
Harry got up as quickly as he could and sat down on the floor before laying down, taking deep breaths. The pain subsided slowly.
Draco huffed and lay back down again, pulling the covers up and curling on his side.
Harry was still breathing hard, expecting something else to happen. When he didn't hear anything, he turned on his side, trying to get comfortable on the floor. Nothing helped, and he kept moving.
Eventually Harry found the least painful position he could, and he stayed still, his eyes closing in exhaustion. When he lost against Voldemort, he was expecting to be killed on the spot, not taken and made into some kind of slave to his enemy. He hated it. He hated everything, but he couldn't figure out what to do yet. All he had to do was listen, basically, and he'd live long enough to figure something out. As he drifted off to sleep, Harry decided that’s what he would try to do from then on.
***
It was raining, and there was thunder. Harry was running through the mud of the battlefield. They'd lost, the Order members were being killed one by one and they were probably looking for him at that very moment. But he could see Hermione and Ron in the distance, through the rain. He screamed for them, screamed for Hermione to turn around before there was a flash of green light and she fell. Ron ran after her and he was next and Harry was still running for them, but it seemed the harder he ran, the farther they were.
"Potter, wake up!" Draco yelled, shaking Harry by the shoulders.
Harry woke up slowly, tears running down his face as he looked up. But it wasn't who he wanted it to be.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco demanded, his own heart beating fast in fear from being woken up to screaming.
"Nothing. I had a nightmare," Harry murmured, sniffling.
"Bloody hell," Draco complained, standing up from where he had crouched beside Harry. "Shut up and don't make me put a Silencing Charm on you." Draco huffed and climbed back into bed, sighing.
Harry turned on his side, away from Draco. "Just leave me alone," he whispered, beginning to cry silently. The pain of disobeying Draco hit then and he gasped, curling into a ball. "I'm sorry," Harry gasped from the floor, wanting to relieve the pain somehow.
Draco lay staring up into the canopy, listening to Potter cry. It made him angry. How dare he? Finally, unable to stand it, he rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. He reached down and grabbed Potter's hair. "Up, now," he snapped.
Harry was pulled to his knees, forcing himself not to reach up and try to make Malfoy let go of his hair. At least the pain of the spell seemed to lessen when he obeyed.
"Since you have woken me up, you can entertain me," Draco sneered, spreading his legs and pulling Harry forward between them.
Harry shook his head as he was pulled forward, not wanting to “entertain” him again.
"Suck me," Draco ordered, cock not yet hard but wanting to punish Harry.
"I didn't mean to wake you up," Harry whispered.
Draco pulled Harry's hair tighter, bringing Potter’s mouth to his cock.
Harry opened his mouth, taking the soft flesh between his lips.
"Yes, suck me, Potter," Draco growled, watching Harry's mouth on him and feeling himself harden.
Harry began to suck him as hard as he could, wanting to finish this quickly.
"Slow down and use your tongue," Draco ordered.
Harry slowed down and used his tongue to rub around the flesh, feeling slightly disgusted with himself.
"Yes, that's it," Draco encouraged, hand still entwined in the thick black hair but no longer pulling hard.
Harry kept it up, his eyes closed. He sighed in relief as the hand in his hair no longer pulled and hurt.
"Yes, finally a good use for that tongue of yours," Draco gasped.
Harry started to bob his head, still wanting for this to be over as fast as possible. He ignored whatever Draco was saying, in favour of just focusing on the task.
"This time you will swallow my seed," Draco warned him, panting as he got closer.
Harry wasn't too sure about doing that, but he knew if he didn't, there would be more pain in the near future.
Draco trembled, hand tightening in Potter’s hair and then he was coming, crying out as he did.
Harry didn't swallow it yet. He just focused on making sure he didn’t choke, holding it in his mouth. When he felt that Draco was done, he tried to swallow, hoping it would stay down.
Draco trembled with his release. He should have had Potter before this. Who knew he would feel so good?
Harry tried to pull his head back a moment later, wanting to be let go.
"Swallow it," Draco growled.
Harry swallowed what was left in his mouth.
Draco sighed, releasing Potter's hair. "Go back to sleep," he told him and lay back on the bed.
Harry quietly lay back down on the floor, not sure he if could go back to sleep. He always had nightmares since that night, and it wasn't as if he could stop them.
Draco crawled back under the covers feeling sated and content. After a minute, he thought of something. "Potter?" he asked.
"Yes?" Harry answered, not even moving.
"Do you always have them?" he asked.
"Yes ..." Harry whispered, biting his lip.
Draco almost told him he had nightmares, too. He didn't understand the sudden urge to comfort Potter. "Anything stop them?" he asked.
"No," Harry murmured, turning on the floor.
"You can sleep on the foot of the bed if you like," Draco said and then rolled over, turning his back.
Harry sat up, wondering if he should take the offer. The bed probably was a lot more comfortable than the floor, though. He got up and crawled onto the bed, laying down and curling up at the foot of it. "Thank you," he said after a moment of silence.
Draco felt strangely happy but dismissed it as post-orgasm mood. He closed his eyes and forced himself to relax, drifting back to sleep.
Harry stared silently at Malfoy's body under the covers, wondering how he could be so cruel one moment and then do something so nice the next. He sighed and closed his eyes, falling asleep faster than he thought possible.
***
Harry woke up slowly the next morning. He stretched out a bit with a moan, and then sat up, looking at Malfoy. He knew better than to try to escape, so he just watched him sleep, wondering at how peaceful the blond looked in his sleep.
Draco stretched, yawning as he woke up. He blinked his eyes and then the memory of the night before came back to him. He frowned, and looked quickly toward the foot of the bed where he found Potter watching him.
"I thought you'd never wake up," Harry murmured quietly, watching him curiously.
Draco regarded Potter. The Dark Lord had given Potter to him as both reward to Draco and punishment to Potter. Now Draco had to figure out how to make the most of that. He sat up and snapped his fingers and a house-elf appeared bearing a breakfast tray and set it in front of the blond.
"You said I could eat this morning," Harry reminded him softly, looking at the tray then at him.
"You will eat what I don't finish," Draco said, placing a napkin in his lap and beginning to eat, sipping the tea.
Harry knew there had to be a catch. He sighed, laying back down and watching him eat quietly.
Potter was lucky that Draco never ate much at breakfast and the house-elves consistently overlooked that fact. He actually tried to eat as much as he could, not wanting to feel like he was going easy on his old rival. Finally, he slid the tray toward Potter.
Harry pulled it close and quickly ate what was leftover, not even bothering to pause, just in case Malfoy decided to pull the tray away.
Draco looked away, not caring for the way Potter ate. He lay back in his bed. He would normally indulge in his morning wank, but realised there were better ways to get off now. So he waited.
Harry finished, eating every last scrap. He sighed, pushing the tray away and wishing there were more.
Draco Summoned his wand and sent the tray back to the kitchen. "Come here," he said to Potter.
Harry watched him warily as he moved up to where the blond was lying.
Draco pulled his blankets down and leaned back with his hands behind his head, arching an eyebrow. "You should know what to do by now," he said.
Harry was about to ask what when he noticed the erection. He blushed and shook his head, but moved down anyway, quietly wrapping his lips around the head and sucking gently. He never thought there would be a day that he'd want to do this, even if it was just because he'd rather not be hurt.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, relaxing as that warm wet heat engulfed his cock. "Yes," he encouraged.
Harry used his tongue like Draco told him to before and moved it around Malfoy’s cock, sucking harder as he bobbed his head.
This, Draco thought, he could get used to – a morning blow job. He half closed his eyes as he arched his hips up towards Potter's mouth.
Harry pulled off and licked him from root to tip before sucking him back into his mouth, embarrassed to think that he was getting used to this, and getting inventive.
"Yes, more tongue," Draco said, hands coming down to clutch the bedding underneath him.
Harry gave him more tongue, closing his eyes.
"Yes, yes, yes," Draco chanted.
Harry thought of stopping, just to see what would happen, but he went on, accidentally brushing the head with his teeth.
Draco hissed. "Careful," he admonished.
Harry glanced up at him as he curled his lip over his teeth more, hoping it wouldn't happen again.
Draco's breath had sped up and he was thrusting with his hips as he felt his orgasm building.
After one particularly hard thrust Harry felt Malfoy’s cock hit the back of his throat, making him cough slightly and reach out to hold down Malfoy’s hips.
"Suck me, swallow me," Draco chanted, and then he was coming.
Harry swallowed as much as he could, the rest leaking out the sides of his mouth and causing his body to jerk as he felt the familiar pain again. He pulled back, quickly trying to lick up the rest before the pain worsened.
Draco moaned and gasped as Harry licked his sensitive flesh.
When he got all of it, Harry pulled back again, but the pain was still spiking through him, making him fall onto his side.
After a couple seconds Draco looked over at Potter. "What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"Hurts," he whispered, not knowing why. He had swallowed all of it. At least he thought so.
Draco sat up, frowning at him. "I change the order," he said. "You have to try your best to swallow it all."
Harry sighed thankfully as the pain diminished, leaving him panting.
"Interesting," Draco said, watching him curiously. "Apparently the spell is quite literal."
Harry looked back at him, feeling like he could use another night’s sleep just from that.
Draco shook his head and rolled out of bed, reaching for clothes a house-elf had laid out for him during the night. He dressed carefully, still a perfectionist even if most days his work never took him from the Manor.
Harry watched him dress, wondering if he'd see a pair of trousers for himself ever again.
Draco finished dressing and then began walking toward the door to his room. He knew the orders he had given would force Harry to follow him.
Harry slipped off the bed and crawled after Malfoy, shame still making his cheeks burn.