Cheating Boyfriends, Faithful Husbands

Cheating Boyfriends, Faithful Husbands by Graballz

Author's note--Here is the punishment I promised you!!! Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed!!! I hope that 21 pages (in Word) of Harry punishing Draco counts as "getting him good" and "not relenting too soon"...Let me know what you think, since it's my first "real" try at BDSM (hardcore?) and extended spanking (as in, not erotic-just-before-fucking)...like, actual spanking...I hope you enjoy!

Oh, and with regards to the title...after writing this chapter, I decided that I liked the full, combined title better. I hope it might help to give you more confidence in the story! *wink*

Warnings Anal, Angst, BDSM, COMPLETE, DH-compliant (NO epilogue!), drabble, Hurt/Comfort, Language, M/M, Oneshot, Oral, PWP, Rim, Slash, Spank (lots of spanking!)

Faithful Husbands

Draco was lounging on their bed in nothing but tight black briefs, idly flipping through one of their dirty magazines, teasing himself to pass the time until Harry got home. When Harry first brought it home, Draco had blushed to the roots of his pale blonde hair and refused to even be in the same room with it. Harry had shrugged and kept it in a drawer in his desk in the study, but then he had begun to spend more time in there. Draco’s natural Slytherin curiosity got the better of him eventually, and he had sneaked in while Harry wasn’t home to have a look.

The first time he looked at it, he’d managed to get off without even touching himself! He especially liked the pictures where a blonde was being fucked, spanked, rimmed, or made to give a blow job, and it only made it better if the other partner had black hair! They were wizarding pictures as well, so they moved, which Draco hadn’t expected to be such a turn on. After several days of sneaking into Harry’s study to have one off quietly, Draco had pretty much gotten over his initial private shame about something so ‘base’ and ‘dirty’ (and therefore below his pureblood status).

Draco had casually suggested one time to Harry that he could move his magazine to the bedroom if he wanted, and Harry had been utterly shocked at his blasé tone! Testing how serious Draco was, Harry went and got it, and they ended up looking at it together…which led to half a dozen rounds of hot sex mimicking the different positions. Afterwards, Harry had also been duly impressed with Draco’s change in perspective, and the magazine had found a new home in the nightstand on Harry’s side of the bed.

The blonde wasn’t touching himself, even though his cock was half-hard. He wanted to wait for his husband to actually DO anything, but he figured a little bit of foreplay with himself wouldn’t hurt as long as he didn’t take it too far.

Draco’s gaze was ripped from the page when he heard the door open, and he couldn’t stop the slow, lustful smile that crossed his face. Harry appeared in the doorway, eyes widening at finding Draco mostly naked. Draco’s eyes went wide, too, when he got a look at the state of Harry’s clothes. The Gryffindor’s shirt was ripped in several places, and there appeared to be dried…BLOOD?...smeared on one arm.

Draco launched himself off the bed, firing questions at his husband.

“What happened? Are you okay? Is that BLOOD? Whose blood is it? What happened to them? Are they dead? You didn’t ACTUALLY kill them, did you? Are you sure you’re okay?” Draco finally stopped when Harry held his hand up.

“I’m fine, love,” he replied, pulling his shirt off. Draco gasped as several bruises along Harry’s torso were revealed. “No, they’re not ACTUALLY dead, but I bet they wish they were right about now. This isn’t bad at all, love; you should see THEM. It’s their blood, not mine; I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Draco argued promptly. “They HIT you!”

“Right, but after what I did to them, I’m not surprised,” Harry shrugged nonchalantly. “It only seemed fair to let them have SOMETHING before I fucked them over good.”

“You…LET them hit you?” Draco’s mouth dropped open in horror. At Harry’s affirmative nod, the blonde actually got mad. No Slytherin worth their salt would actually LET an opponent take a swing at them. Harry HAD to be the stupidest Gryffindor alive if he thought that taking a bruise in compensation for…whatever Harry had done to them…was FAIR! Noble Gryffindor arse!

“Well, if YOU hadn’t been such a sneaky Slytherin shit, I wouldn’t have had to be a ‘noble Gryffindor arse’,” Harry pointed out, and Draco realized belatedly that apparently his last comment was verbalized and not just in his head. The blonde’s face fell, knowing that Harry was right. Harry strode into their bathroom to wash the blood from his arm and to get the grime from under his fingernails (knowing that if Draco noticed, he would pitch a fit to high heaven). Draco followed, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, frowning, as he asked Harry what happened.

“I gave them what-for, that’s what happened,” Harry snapped, looking at Draco in the mirror. “I got there, and Nott was all smug about having slept with you behind my back, rubbing it in that I would never know how faithful you wouldn’t be because you were a Slytherin and I was a Gryffindor. I think Oliver was surprised that Theo had shagged you; I could see it in his eyes. He also implied that you’d cheated on me before without telling me.” Harry paused, still watching Draco carefully in the mirror.

“No, Harry, never!” Draco’s voice was shaky with emotion and panic as he watched his husband clean up, knowing that it was the best argument Theo could have made, the one that would drive a wedge in their relationship the fastest. “I swear to you, and never again!”

“You’re goddamn right, ‘never again’,” Harry replied, letting Draco sweat for a second longer. “I know, by the way, that you haven’t gone behind my back before. I trust you, even though you’ve given me every reason not to. All I asked for was honesty, Draco.”

“It was a mistake!” Draco wailed.

“You’re fucking right about that,” Harry dried his hands and arms on a towel and then turned to his insecure husband. “And you’re going to pay for that mistake to ensure it never happens again,” Harry finished huskily, taking Draco in his arms and kissing him soundly on the forehead. Draco nodded into Harry’s chest, simultaneous relief and shame flooding through him. Harry was upset, but he still loved Draco, and that made Draco ashamed to realize that he didn’t deserve Harry.

“Before we get to the punishment,” Draco began meekly, pulling back enough to look Harry in the eye. “Would you tell me what you did? I’d really like to know.” Harry cocked his head, studying Draco’s serious face. He could tell that his husband was genuinely worried, and Harry wanted to reassure him.

“I gave Oliver the chance to leave, telling him that what happened between me and Nott wasn’t his business, and that I’d come find him later to settle with him,” Harry smirked. “He refused to leave, so I went ahead. I hauled off and smacked Nott around a couple of times, and Oliver jumped to his defense. That’s how I got these,” Harry indicated his torso wounds.

“Long story short, the two of them together were no match for me,” Harry said, running his hand over Draco’s back and up through his hair. “I don’t know if they have enough money, though, for BOTH of them to have the operation…”

“What operation?” Draco looked at Harry in admiration.

“The operation that retrieves their balls from somewhere in between their lungs, where I shoved them,” Harry couldn’t keep the grin off of his face, and Draco laughed too. “You think I’m kidding; no, they’ll be in St. Mungo’s for quite a while. I told Oliver that if he was messing around with Nott, then his arse obviously wasn’t worth it, and that I no longer desired him.”

Draco’s eyes lit up; that had been the main reason he had even taken up with Theo in the first place. He had been jealous of Harry’s feelings for Oliver. (Draco had known that Harry’s other partners had been his friends, but that they had also been just sex, whereas Oliver was someone Harry desired…the way he desired Draco.) Knowing that Harry was no longer attracted to Oliver did wonders for Draco’s insecurity.

“If Oliver would spread for that little fuck-up, then he would probably spread for anyone, the diseased little heel,” Harry continued. “And if he’d agree to put his dick in THAT,” Harry made a disgusted face, indicating that he didn’t find Nott physically attractive in the least. “Then he’s obviously not picky, and I don’t want to hit that AT ALL.”

“I spread for Nott,” Draco whispered, face crumpling.

“Yes, and you and I are going right now to see Madam Pomfrey to make sure you didn’t pick up anything from that infested mongrel,” Harry said firmly. “Get dressed. Once we’re sure you’re clean, then we’ll deal with your dishonesty. And if I find that he infected you with ANYTHING, in ANY way, then I’m heading back to St. Mungo’s to fucking kill him!”

Draco shivered, breaking Harry’s embrace to follow his orders. Harry had given him back his wand after the holly and phoenix one was repaired, but it still worked for Harry as well. Whereas before, Draco never would have been without his wand, with Harry, Draco felt no need to carry his if Harry told him not to, which he did. Now, though, he saw Harry put his holly and phoenix wand in their dresser drawer, drawing out Draco’s wand to take, so that either of them could use it if they needed.

**********

They Flooed to Hogwarts, walking down the silent halls. Now that Harry had graduated, there were no students with Invisibility Cloaks to be out roaming at night, causing trouble, much to Minerva’s relief and Filch’s disappointment. Draco realized that Harry must have talked to Poppy from St. Mungo’s after taking Wood and Nott there, and he hung his head, knowing that Harry had set up the appointment special with her to keep it under wraps about the open nature of their relationship.

Poppy Pomfrey greeted both boys warmly, putting Draco at ease right away. He had been afraid that she would judge him, but she was sensitive to his feelings, understanding the situation and refrained from the motherly advice and fussing that she normally might have given. All in all, the diagnostic spells, routine questions, and blood sample took about an hour, but Draco was glowing with happiness when she reported that he was as healthy as he’d ever been.

Harry hugged Poppy hard, causing her to gasp for breath, and they both thanked her profusely for seeing them on such short notice under such circumstances. She smiled fondly at Harry, patting his cheek, before turning a serious face on them both.

“Now, you know I can’t let you walk out of here without at least a LITTLE bit of motherly advice,” she admonished, and they both nodded. “I understand the reasoning behind your decision to have an open marriage; settling down too young is most definitely a potential danger to your future as a couple. However, sleeping around is a much more dangerous game, as you can now see.

“Marriage problems can be worked on through counseling, and St. Mungo’s offers some of the best references in all of Britain,” Poppy informed them. “And at the absolute worst, you end up not being able to work it out and get divorced, like the majority of America seems to do.

“But if one of you contracts an incurable Sexually Transmitted Disease, then you pay for it with your life,” Poppy’s voice wavered for a moment, as if even contemplating it caused her to choke up. “You are too young, too smart, too special, and have entirely too much potential to throw your lives away like that just because someone gave you some dumb advice about being with more than one person or some such nonsense.”

“It was Ron and Hermione,” Harry said, surprised. “You really think their advice was dumb?”

“Absolutely, Harry!” Poppy exclaimed, moving her hands up from their arms to cup each of their cheeks. “I’m in the medical profession, hon; STDs are more common than you young people want to realize. If you’ve been checked out and are monogamous with one person, chances are slim to none that you will contract anything. It’s when teenagers have unprotected sex with multiple partners, never realizing that they are, in actuality, gambling with their health for want of an orgasm, that STDs spread and lives are ruined. If you two decide to continue with this lifestyle, please at least promise me that you will be smart about it. Use protection, and come back to see me for check ups.”

“I promise, Madam Pomfrey,” Harry said gravely, and Poppy nodded, smiling sadly.

“I don’t see how or why the two of you could even stand to BE with anyone else,” she commented, off-hand. “You’ve always had eyes for only the other, ever since you were eleven, whether it was because you hated each other or loved each other.”

“You…you noticed that?” Draco questioned after exchanging a surprised look with his husband. Poppy threw her head back and laughed.

“Sweetie, EVERYONE noticed that,” she replied. “Oh, Merlin, you two don’t even know the HALF of what you caused around here. You wouldn’t believe how many professors came to me for Headache Cures or Calming Draughts because of the scrapes you two would get yourselves into, both during and outside of class.”

Harry and Draco were gobsmacked.

“And Severus,” Poppy continued, chuckling softly but steadily. “Poor Severus.”

“Snape? What?” Harry demanded. Draco nodded, interested.

“That poor man,” Poppy chortled. “As if he didn’t have enough on his plate, dealing with the Dark Lord and all…but then the two of you were in his class, and he just could not stand the thought of you, Draco, and you, Harry, being together.

“Right after your first year, Headmaster Dumbledore called a staff meeting with all of the professors you two had,” Poppy’s laughter trailed off. “He predicted that your professions of hatred would eventually be overshadowed by the feelings of desire for each other, and Severus actually fainted. Albus said that we weren’t to interfere with your interactions, that you had to find for yourselves where your true feelings lay, but neither were we to try to keep you apart.

“It was after that meeting that Severus began brewing an Ulcer Removal Potion, as well as multiple strength Headache Cures, Calming Draughts, and Soothing Potions, and it was my understanding that he hadn’t quit until he died,” Poppy eyed the two shocked boys. “He would never say, but I remember when he and your mother, Harry, would walk around the castle. I always suspected that she broke his heart, and that he never healed from it. It would certainly explain why he went into such a panic at the thought of you, Draco, his godson and favorite student, falling in love with her son.”

“Oh my god,” Draco swore softly, trying to process all of the information. Suddenly a lot of Snape’s snarled commands to ‘leave Potter be’ and the muttered comments about the inherent worthlessness of Potters made sense to him, and tears sprang to his eyes. He turned to find his husband was misty-eyed too.

“I know about that,” Harry admitted, trying to keep his emotions in check. “He loved my mother, and he was the one who betrayed her to Voldemort.” Poppy gasped in shock. “He spent the rest of his life trying to make up for that one mistake.” Harry locked eyes with Draco and knew that the Slytherin had caught Harry’s insinuation.

“I am sorry, Harry,” Draco replied quietly, receiving an affectionate squeeze in return. Their playful mood evaporated, they said goodbye to Poppy, hugging her yet again, and renewing their promises to check in with her if they were going to continue to have an open relationship.

**********

Draco was silent as Harry Apparated them from outside Hogwarts’ gate, but instead of appearing back at their home, Draco looked around at the professional Quidditch stadium, recognizing it as the location of the beginning of his infidelity. He glanced to Harry, but the Gryffindor’s face was like stone as he firmly led his husband forward, nodding to the night security guard who opened the gate for them.

Draco’s heart began to beat faster as each step carried them closer to the banquet hall where the Quidditch after-party had been a month earlier. It was spooky after dark, with no one around, and Draco’s palms began to sweat as he tried to stay aware of every shadow around them. Harry stopped as soon as they reached the doorway to the room where everyone had been gathered, talking, laughing, and commenting on the game.

“Now, tell me exactly what happened that night,” Harry commanded, and Draco’s skin goose fleshed.

“Okay, um, well, you were sitting over there at that table with Oliver and whoever else you were talking to,” Draco pointed. “I became invisible, so I got up and came over here to get some more punch.” Draco indicated the food and drink tables, which had been set up on the same wall as the doorway in which they stood. “Theo came up to me, and we started chatting. I was slightly tipsy at the time, which doesn’t excuse anything, Harry, I know, but I was angry and hurt and jealous…and it was nice that he was paying attention to me AND that he was talking rubbish about Gryffindors in general and Wood in particular.

“The next thing I knew,” Draco took a deep breath. “He asked if I wanted revenge, which no good Slytherin refuses, and he led me into the bathroom.” Draco took Harry’s hand and showed him the door on the other side of the room (away from the food table and the table where Harry had been sitting) that opened into a private co-ed lounge that had two doors marked for the female and male restrooms.

Once in the men’s loo, Harry flicked his wand, and the lights turned on. Draco stopped outside the far stall, the handicapped stall, and motioned.

“This was where I went down on him that first time,” he said shortly, remembering. He glanced at Harry and saw that the Gryffindor’s green eyes were darkened with anger.

“I see,” Harry replied. “Well, show me the position.”

“What?” Draco couldn’t quite believe what he had heard.

“Show me,” Harry said. “Go into the stall and show me where you were kneeling and where he was standing.”

Shocked, confused, and just a little afraid, Draco did as he was told, kneeling beside the toilet in the middle of the stall, facing one of the walls so that his profile was to the stall door.

“Theo was here,” Draco indicated. “Leaning against the stall wall with his fly unzipped, and one hand fisted in my hair. He thrust too hard a couple of times,” Draco made motions of pinning a pair of hips to the wall. Harry’s mouth tightened; he knew that Draco’s mouth was rather sensitive, and that it hurt the blonde if Harry (or anyone) tried to fuck his mouth too roughly, despite the harsh treatment he quite obviously enjoyed on other parts of his body.

“Stupid-arsed ant-prick,” Harry muttered, more glad than ever that he had done some quite possibly irreparable damage to Theo Nott’s genital area. “Okay, well, move closer to the wall and put your cheek to it. Keep your face turned towards me.” Draco complied. “Now, drop your pants. You may keep your underwear for right now.”

Draco suddenly got what was happening. Harry was going to spank him right here and now, in the very place that Draco betrayed him. The blonde shivered as he unbuckled his pants, sliding them carefully down to his thighs, and resumed his position, kneeling in the stall, cheek pressed against the wall with his face turned toward the door, palms planted firmly on the wall on either side of his head, and he arched his back, pushing his arse out slightly in silent agreement with Harry’s method of thinking.

To his surprise, Harry entered the stall, going to his knees beside Draco. Harry pressed his chest into Draco’s arm, giving his lover a kiss on the lips as his left hand snaked out to cup Draco’s groin through his underwear, earning a startled but pleasurable groan from the blonde, while he rubbed his right hand over Draco’s clothed backside. Harry concentrated on sending Draco silent telepathic messages about how much Harry loved him as he began to stroke Draco’s cock, smiling gently as it hardened instantly under his touch. He kept a slow rhythm, too slow to get Draco off, and he ghosted his fingertips down Draco’s crack, over his underwear, before pulling his arm back almost to the other stall wall and delivering a firm smack to one cheek.

Draco knew it would be coming, and he felt Harry tense an instant before he was spanked, the only indication he would get. He jumped anyway, relishing the sting, and trying not to break eye contact. Harry had been a more thoughtful lover than Draco could have hoped for, and constant reassurance through touch, even while role-playing or punishing Draco, was essential. He had no idea how his husband could concentrate on his multi-tasking, though, of stroking Draco’s length, rubbing and spanking his arse, while maintaining a constant look of tender love that only a Gryffindor (or a Hufflepuff) would wear.

Harry immediately caressed the spot he hit, which helped to take some of the initial sting, and then drew his arm back and slapped Draco’s other cheek, repeating the soothing circles. He couldn’t believe how much he loved spanking Draco, or how much Draco loved to be spanked, and he smiled when he realized that his cock was hard and standing at attention inside his pants.

Draco pressed his lips together as Harry, after those first two loving spanks, set to task and began to blister his bottom without pausing in between slaps. He closed his eyes, unable to bear Harry’s gaze, knowing that he deserved every ounce of punishment that Harry meted out, and a light flush settled over his porcelain cheekbones. His bum began to burn slowly, and Draco finally whimpered after about twenty spanks.

Harry stopped immediately when he heard his husband. He brushed his palm gently over the curves of Draco’s buttocks, leaning in to rest his forehead against Draco’s and kissing him reassuringly. He let go of Draco’s cock, letting it tent out underneath his black briefs, and brought that hand up to Draco’s face, cupping the boy’s cheek. A couple of tears slipped out from under Draco’s fine lashes, and Harry knew that Draco believed himself to be sorry. He smiled, leaning forward to lap at the salty drops, knowing that they would be the first of many because Draco had no idea how sorry he would be by the time it was all over. Harry made a mental note that Draco had signaled after twenty swats, filing that information away for future reference.

He kissed his husband one last time and pulled Draco’s underwear down to inspect his handiwork. The cheeks of Draco’s arse were pinked, and Harry nodded in satisfaction. He lifted the blonde to his feet, commanding Draco softly to pull his pants up. Draco did so, and Harry wrapped an arm around his waist as they left the bathroom. Harry flicked the lights off, leading them back out to the gate. As they walked, Draco could feel that his arse was warmer, but Harry had given him worse before.

“When did you two meet the next time?” Harry asked quietly after the guard had waved them through the gate and they were walking away.

“The day after,” Draco replied, feeling safe and protected in his Gryffindor’s arms. “You were still going on and on and on about Wood, and I couldn’t stand it. I owled him, and he gave me directions to his flat.”

“And that was where you went when you said you were going to go home to the Manor for dinner?” Draco was surprised that Harry remembered as much detail as he did; he had thought the Gryffindor was too over-the-moon for Oliver to pay any attention. Draco nodded, and Harry Apparated them again.

**********

Draco was mildly surprised when they landed in Theo’s dark living room, but he figured that he shouldn’t have been. He threw Harry a questioning look.

“Found it in his medical file from St. Mungo’s,” Harry said simply, lifting his shoulders. Draco nodded, a smirk ghosting over his face.

“Very Slytherin of you, lover,” he complimented, and Harry winked back.

“I almost was one, you know,” he replied, and Draco grinned, having heard the story of the Sorting Hat before. “What happened this time?”

“Theo met me at the door,” Draco said, and he walked over to the couch with Harry following. Even though the lights were out, there was moonlight shining through the windows, illuminating enough for them to see. Draco showed him where to sit. “I sat here, and Theo sat there, where you are, and at first, we just talked. He listened sympathetically when I ranted about you going all Hufflepuff over Wood, and he made me feel better. Once I wound down, he leaned forward and began kissing me. I let him.” Harry could hear the shame in Draco’s voice, and his heart went out to his husband.

“Is that all he did was kiss you?” Harry’s voice was low and husky.

“No. He touched me, and this time, we traded blow jobs.”

“Who went first?”

“He pushed me back and went down on me first,” Draco glanced at the couch, remembering. He shifted a little so that he was lying on the couch with his head on the armrest and his feet nearly in Harry’s lap. “I remember because I cried when I came in his mouth.” Harry’s hand snaked up and took Draco’s comfortingly. “He didn’t even swallow; he gave ME no choice but to swallow or choke, but he didn’t even return the favor.” Draco punctuated his story with a hollow laugh.

Harry sat up swiftly and pulled Draco against him, staring into Draco’s surprised face.

“That is because Theo Nott is a selfish, inconsiderate prick, and he never did deserve to touch you,” Harry said, kissing Draco firmly. He got up and positioned Draco so that he was kneeling on the couch, facedown over the arm. “Just remember, baby, that I love you, no matter what you did, okay? I forgive you; I’m still going to punish you, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less, right?” After Draco nodded, Harry once again ordered him to drop his pants. Draco kept his underwear on once more.

Harry stood and his hands moved to his own pants, undoing his belt. He could see Draco’s pale blonde hair shining in the dark and knew that his husband was trying to see what he was doing. Harry removed his leather belt, folded it in half, keeping a firm hold on the buckle, and kissed the top of Draco’s head, running his left hand down Draco’s shivering back before taking a step back and smacking him with the flat of the belt.

Draco yelped at the unexpected blow, and he realized that Harry was making good on his promise of the belt, but Merlin! It stung something fierce, and this time, Harry didn’t pause to soothe the sting. He alternated between aiming at each of Draco’s cheeks individually, his entire arse, and even landed a couple on the backs of his thighs. Harry counted silently, noting that Draco had taken to squirming around swat number ten, and Draco finally cried out at number eighteen.

“Just two more, love,” Harry promised. “You can do it.” He made the last two quick, dropping the belt on the coffee table with a THUNK so that Draco would know it was over. The blonde dropped his forehead onto his arms, sighing with relief. Harry pulled his wand and cast a dim Lumos, again pulling down Draco’s underwear. It was hard to see by wand light, though, and Harry ended the spell, casting another one to turn on the lamp that was behind the couch.

There were a couple of faint red lines from the edges of the belt, but overall, the Slytherin’s rosy behind had turned a darker shade of pink than before. Harry cupped his hands, quietly casting a Cooling Charm on his tongue before leaning forward to place a long, slow lick along his lover’s heated flesh. Draco jumped out of his skin at the cool contrast, but he relaxed just as quickly, letting out a low moan of pleasure as he felt Harry’s tongue smooth over his faintly sore buttocks. Draco hummed happily as Harry spread his arse cheeks, running his tongue along the length of Draco’s crack and teasing his rosebud with the cold tip.

Harry could sense Draco’s cock filling out, knowing that the boy was turned on by the way he unconsciously rocked back onto Harry’s mouth. The Gryffindor steadfastly ignored Draco’s jutting prick as he sealed his lips over Draco’s pucker and sucked gently, causing Draco to squeal and whine. He felt movement and reached up to investigate, finding Draco’s hand around his stiffness, pulling himself off. Draco’s hand stilled, though, as soon as he felt Harry’s inquiring touch.

“You don’t get to touch yourself unless I give you permission,” he growled, giving Draco a good cuff across his bare arse. “And I don’t give you permission.” Draco whimpered an apology, and Harry relented. “I do give you permission to touch me, however.”

Draco promptly rolled over, wincing a little as he sat up, hands going straight for Harry’s pants. Harry watched, stroking Draco’s hair lovingly, as the blonde pulled his hardness out of his pants and immediately latched onto the head of Harry’s cock.

“Oh, god, Draco, that’s good,” Harry praised, throwing his head back and shivering as his lover’s mouth engulfed his prick in hot wetness, which was a direct contrast to the cool, crisp feeling in Harry’s own mouth from the Cooling Charm.

“That’s right, baby, suck it good,” he encouraged as Draco’s head began to bob, lips and tongue working in tandem to please his husband. Harry could feel the pleasure tugging at him, coaxing him to just let go and release, but he had more to do before that could happen. He was well away from the edge of orgasm, but Harry kept himself from enjoying it too much (his damn little Slytherin could give wicked head and had, on more than one occasion, distracted Harry from whatever task he had set out to do by doing just that) by picturing Draco sucking Nott’s pathetic cock into his amazing mouth, swallowing Nott’s inferior spunk with his slender throat, Nott hearing the precious gasps and moans that always accompanied Draco’s blow jobs and not appreciating any of it. The bastard had fucked Draco’s mouth too roughly, for Merlin’s sake, and Harry was damn sure that Nott hadn’t worshipped Draco’s body the way it deserved to be worshipped.

“Okay, baby, thank you,” Harry jerked himself out of his thoughts, realizing that if he continued, he would end up angry and Draco wouldn’t understand that it wasn’t directed at him. He covered Draco’s hand on his prick, making him stop the back and forth movement while reaching down with his other hand to cup Draco’s chin gently and slide his cock free from that wonderfully talented mouth. Draco made a noise of displeasure, and Harry smiled down at his adorable blonde.

“Did you always come back here after that?” Harry tucked himself away again, wincing as he tried his best to zip his jeans over his rock-hard cock.

“Pretty much, yes,” Draco agreed, pouting that Harry had put away his favorite toy.

“When did he fuck you first?” Harry pulled Draco to a stand, gently rearranging his black briefs over his arse again and balancing him as Draco kicked out of his pants, standing in just his shirt and underwear.

“A few days after our second encounter,” Draco said in a small voice. “I told him that I didn’t want to go so fast, but I didn’t stop him either.”

“Wait a minute,” Harry’s voice got hard, and his eyes slitted. “Did he RAPE you?” Draco was silent for longer than Harry was comfortable with. “Oh my god, he DID! That little fuck! That sick, perverted little fucking bastard!”

“No, Harry…” Draco protested, grabbing the Gryffindor’s arms in an attempt to get his attention back. “I mean, that was my ultimate goal, yes—to sleep with him. But I told him that I wanted to slow down, and he didn’t really listen. But I did want it, and I finished and everything.”

“Draco, regardless of whether you wanted him or not—” Harry began sternly, but Draco interrupted, grey eyes flashing steel, and the hardness in his voice betrayed that he was submissive by choice but could dominate when necessary.

“No, Harry, not wanted ‘him’,” Draco corrected, drawing himself up to his full height. “I never wanted ‘him’. I wanted ‘it’, the sex, but never HIM. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

“And you’re the only one I’ve ever loved, Draco,” Harry replied softly, and they both smiled tenderly. In the next moment, the bubble had broken, and they were back to Harry being dominant and Draco being submissive.

“As I was saying,” Harry’s voice grew stern again, but his eyes retained some of the tenderness. “Regardless of whether you wanted ‘it’—” Draco nodded, satisfied with Harry’s word choice. “—from him, did you at any point tell him no?”

“Yes.”

“And did he respect that or did he keep doing what he wanted to do, REGARDLESS of whether you changed your mind about it later?” Harry phrased his question very specifically so that Draco couldn’t slither his way around it.

“No, when I told him ‘no’, he respected that,” Draco clarified, and Harry listened intently. “He didn’t force himself on me, but he did become rather…persuasive…and eventually I said ‘yes’ that same night, even though I had told him ‘no’ before, and that’s what he wanted.”

“I see,” Harry said, nodding and frowning. He had hoped against hope that the bastard HAD raped Draco, because that would justify Harry’s impulse to kill him. But at the same time, he was glad that his husband HADN’T been raped because that would have been awful for Draco to have to deal with.

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“We were in the bedroom this time,” Draco went on, hoping that Harry would listen. Harry motioned, and Draco walked down the hallway to the last room. Harry flicked his wand again, and the lights in the bedroom came on, but dim. There was enough light that Harry could see the Thestral motif in the room. There was a floor-to-ceiling mural on one wall, as well as a giant headboard with the Nott family crest. The bed was easily the centerpiece, but it was even covered with a woven Thestral blanket. Harry shuddered.

Draco grabbed the blanket and cast it off the bed. To Harry’s relief, there were plain silver sheets below. Draco sat on the edge of the bed, and Harry set the wand on the nightstand, within reach but it left his hands free.

“He was giving me head again,” Draco spread his legs, his cock still pitching a half-tent. “And he made me lie back and put my heels on his shoulders. That opened me up to him, and he had pressed a finger inside of me before I realized what he was doing.” Draco’s eyes were faraway with memory, and Harry took a deep breath. He was, after all, the one instigating this.

“So he penetrated you against your will,” Harry said softly, vowing that Nott would pay dearly for that new piece of information.

“I asked him to stop, but then he started sucking my cock again, saying that I should just relax and enjoy it because he’d make it worth my while,” Draco said. “He flipped me over onto my stomach and started doing what you did earlier.” Draco turned over onto his hands and knees, glancing back over his shoulder at Harry. “Just not as good,” he added with a smile, and Harry managed to smile back as he stripped off his shirt. Draco’s eyes widened appreciatively at the sight of his toned husband’s body, the bruises less evident in the low light.

Harry looked around the room, eyes settling on the dresser, and he nodded once. He commanded Draco to have his shirt off as well by the time Harry got back, and he added that the blonde could fondle himself OUTSIDE his underwear if he didn’t get too crazy. Harry grabbed his wand and left the room, retrieving his belt from the coffee table and Transfiguring it into a wide paddle hairbrush. He hit his palm with it a couple of times in the hallway, satisfied that the bristles would cause discomfort and leave marks if he used enough force without actually puncturing Draco’s skin.

The Gryffindor returned to the bedroom, licking his lips appreciatively at the sight of his lover’s sexy underwear-clad arse and the contrasting flicker of Draco’s pale hand as he massaged himself while kneeling on Theo Nott’s bed.

“So what happened after he began to rim you?” Harry put the wand back on the nightstand and the hairbrush next to the pillow at the head of the bed, sitting beside Draco and pulling the blonde into position for a good, old-fashioned over-the-knee spanking. He didn’t push Draco all the way down into his lap yet; Draco was kneeling over Harry’s legs, face pointed toward the foot of the bed, hand still touching himself. Draco smirked wickedly as he lowered his body until their erections were pressed together and he was brushing against Harry’s through his jeans with the back of his hand as he worked his own cock through his underwear.

“He made me beg for it,” Draco said, feeling the pleasure begin to rise in his toes. “He wanted to hear me plead to be fucked, and then when I did, he lay down and told me to fuck myself with his cock if I wanted it that badly.” The shame burned his cheeks, chasing away the beginning of his orgasm.

“So you rode him,” Harry groaned, finally stopping Draco’s hand from touching either of them.

“Well, he turned me around and penetrated me from behind, but yes, he wanted me to crouch over him,” Draco’s breathing shortened as Harry’s hand began to idly toy with his ball sac from behind. He spread his legs a bit further to encourage him, but Harry would not be pushed.

“He put my arm behind his head so he could watch, and his other hand held my hips and bounced me at first,” Draco explained. “Then as he got closer, he started thrusting up into me, screaming about how he had the ‘Slytherin Prince’ riding his cock like a common tart, and then his hand started jerking my cock, and we were both coming.”

Harry could hear the resentment in his husband’s voice at Nott’s choice of words, and he combed his fingers through Draco’s blonde hair and brushed the back of his hand over the soft temple.

“You’re going to get twenty more swats for that, love,” Harry explained in a caring voice. “And it’s going to be on your bare bottom, so wiggle that cute arse out of them for me, yeah?” Draco did as he was told, and then he lowered himself comfortably onto Harry’s lap. The Gryffindor spread his own legs so that Draco’s erection was nestled between his thighs; he also made sure that Draco’s balls were carefully tucked away, knowing that if he accidentally spanked them with the hairbrush, it would be a bad kind of hurt. He knew that Draco enjoyed being spanked, to a point, but that the blond had to be in the mood for having his cock and balls spanked.

Harry reached for the hairbrush, running the smooth back over Draco’s bum. He could feel the blonde tense beneath his left hand, planted firmly on Draco’s lower back to prevent wiggling, when Draco felt the flat paddle. Harry raised it and smacked him smartly ten times in a steady rhythm, five on each cheek. He paused, listening to Draco sniffle, and smoothed his left hand over Draco’s bare back for comfort. He turned the brush over and dragged it up the back of Draco’s leg, starting at his calf and ending at the top of his thigh where his buttock started, without actually running the bristles over any part of Draco’s already-stinging flesh. He was careful to put enough pressure that it felt almost like a massage, and he combed the bristles over the back of Draco’s other leg.

Harry turned so that he was sitting at an angle on the bed, with Draco’s torso still supported by the bed. He repositioned Draco’s pelvis over his bent knee, tucking the blonde’s legs (dangling off the edge of the bed) firmly under his free leg so that, if Draco tried to kick involuntarily, neither of them would get hurt. Draco’s cock was wedged in the hollow at the back of Harry’s bent knee, between the back of his calf and the inside of his thigh. He inhaled sharply through his nose, steeling himself against any pleas that might fall from Draco’s lips. Ten more swats with the bristles; it was what Draco deserved.

Draco tried his best not to cry when Harry began spanking him with the hairbrush, but after being hit with the belt, he couldn’t help it. Several tears slipped from under his closed eyes, and he had to sniffle a few times. He managed not to cry out, though, by pressing his lips together and counting down from ten to one. His heart began to pound when Harry repositioned, because suddenly his legs were trapped. And that usually meant only one thing.

He knew that this set of ten was going to hurt, but the sting of the bristles made him squeal. He squirmed, glad that Harry had pinioned him, because he was suddenly less aware of more tears and his own voice begging for it to stop and more aware of the acute burning in his backside. Harry grimaced, hating it when Draco pleaded genuinely for it to stop, but knowing that he would get used to it in a second.

They had role played before where Draco would pretend not to want it and beg for Harry to stop, but they always had a safe word for those encounters. There was also one time that Harry actually listened to Draco’s heartfelt begging and stopped the spanking, but that resulted in dissatisfaction on both their parts. They came to an understanding that Draco couldn’t not beg; Harry just had to close his ears and forge ahead, even though hearing him beg at first was probably his least favorite part of spanking Draco. Harry had to become immune to it each time, but after a while, he would be unmoved and back in the groove again.

Harry counted the tenth one aloud, throwing the hairbrush to the side. Draco’s arse was now a bright, cherry-red, and Harry knew that it had to be stiff and sore. There were no bristle marks, however, and Harry was pleased that he hadn’t hit his lover that hard. He released Draco, lying sideways across the bed on his back. He took Draco in his arms, pulling the blonde’s bare chest to his own. Harry opened his legs, feeling Draco’s groin pressed against his, Draco’s pale legs in between his own, as he cradled his crying lover.

“Shhh, baby, I know it hurts,” Harry whispered soothingly. “But it’s for your own good, and you know it.”

“I love you, Harry,” Draco sobbed back.

“I love you too, Draco,” Harry replied, kissing the sweat-chilled brow. He Summoned the wand, reached into his jeans pocket, and pulled out a small vial. Unshrinking it, Harry dipped his fingers into the cream and began to spread it gently onto Draco’s blistered bottom. He could hear Draco’s tears subsiding, and he smiled when he felt the Slytherin spread his legs, allowing Harry easier access, and began to subtly grind against him. Harry covered the marked skin with the cool cream, reaching around Draco’s legs to palm his balls from behind, earning a gasp and a moan of pleasure as he tugged slightly.

“Did you ever scream his name in climax?” Harry whispered seductively, fondling Draco’s perineum.

“We were in the kitchen,” Draco gasped, struggling to answer as Harry was effectively shorting out his brain. “We were listening to a Quidditch game on the wireless, and the Falcons won. He shoved me against the wall and fucked me hard and fast with my legs wrapped around his waist. He started stroking my cock when he asked who I belonged to. I said, ‘Harry’, and he stopped just before he sent me over the edge, and he smacked me across the face, spun me around, and pushed into me again. He pinned my hands to the wall and was snarling that I needed to scream HIS name this time, since I was at his house instead of at home with you. He had both of my wrists in his hand above my head, and he started wanking me again, telling me to ‘say his name’ and I did. I came, and I said his name, and then he finished inside me, pulled out, and told me never to scream your name while he was with me again.”

Harry had stopped messing with Draco’s testicles about halfway through his story, spreading the boy’s arse cheeks and had begun teasing his quivering pucker. He traced his finger around it, inserting just the tip and wiggling it around, loving the little gasps and moans that managed to escape even while Draco was talking. When Draco told about Theo hitting him, Harry’s hands had clenched on Draco’s arse involuntarily, earning a yelp of pain, and Harry went back to petting his hair and back until the story was finished. He allowed himself a dry smile when he realized that Draco had been slowly grinding against him the entire time.

“Okay, baby, you know where we need to go, then,” Harry said, giving Draco’s head a final kiss and sitting up. Draco’s brow furrowed, and he looked up at Harry with worried eyes. Harry’s heart twisted, and he cupped Draco’s cheek until the blonde smiled thinly.

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He cast the Shrinking Charm on the lotion again, putting it back in his pocket, and grabbed his wand and the hairbrush, following Draco. Draco kept casting dubious glances over his shoulder, as if he expected the hairbrush to leap out of Harry’s hands and whack his bare arse. Harry made sure to leave their clothes on the floor of Nott’s apartment; the stringy Slytherin certainly wouldn’t be back here anytime soon, so Harry would be able to come back later to retrieve them. The only article of clothing he still had on was his jeans; even Draco’s underwear was left on the bed.

“Draco, can you stand still for this or do I need to tie you?” Harry asked, inspecting the kitchen. He saw the wireless, and it melted with a ‘swish’ of Harry’s wand and a few whispered words.

“No, I can stand still,” Draco said bravely, going straight over to the wall that he had had his back up against while being fucked, and he put his hands on the wall, bending half-over, sticking his arse out. Harry knew that Draco’s compliance meant he just wanted to get it over with now, and he quickly Transfigured the hairbrush into a Beater’s Quidditch bat, concentrating on making it flat like a wooden paddle.

“It might help if you count these out, lover,” Harry suggested, and Draco nodded, forehead against the wall. “We’ll go up to ten.”

Harry swung the bat, and Draco reflexively arched into the wall, trying to get away from the sting of the paddle, and he turned his head away from Harry as fresh tears welled up in his eyes. He knew that his voice quivered as he counted, but he got back into position. The second spank was as bad as the first, and Draco didn’t know if he could take eight more. The next four were lighter taps but in rapid succession in the exact same spot, and Draco gasped out the numbers, thankful for Harry’s mercy. The next two landed on Draco’s left buttock, while the last two were on his right, and as soon as he said ‘ten’, his legs gave way and he fell to his knees against the wall, crying.

Harry was right there, smoothing a hand along his overheated bum, cradling Draco close and whispering how much he was loved. Draco, though, was at the point where he was disgusted with his own weakness, and he turned away from Harry. Harry recognized Draco’s attitude and responded accordingly. He quit trying to comfort his husband, adopting a more military-style air of command, and ordered Draco to bend over the kitchen table as if it were a normal occurrence.

“Unclench your bum,” Harry moved the kitchen chairs so that Draco could rest as comfortably as possible on the hard surface, but he knew that the blonde was apprehensive about the second half of this set. Draco tried, but Harry had to give the order several more times before Draco’s muscles didn’t immediately clench up again. Harry raised the paddle and whacked him good just as the boy’s gluteus maximus muscles relaxed, causing Draco’s eyes to pop wide open. Determined and undeterred by this new round of sobbing and pleas for it to be over, Harry spanked Draco soundly, up to ten, and then immediately produced the lotion again, placing several generous dollops on Draco’s burning mounds and stepping back. Still crying, Draco reached back and rubbed his scarlet bum. There was now a definite color contrast in the pale, unmarked skin of his back and thighs with the cherry-red of his ass.

Harry leaned over, his bare chest pressing into Draco’s bare back, his jean-clad cock rubbing up against the boy’s overheated backside, and he Apparated them back to Grimmauld Place, straight to the room off of their bedroom that they had converted into their ‘toy room’.

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Harry dropped both his wand and the paddle, and it had Untransfigured back to his belt by the time it hit the floor. Harry’s pants and underwear followed after, and he guided Draco’s tearstained face down to his throbbing member. Draco took a moment to nuzzle Harry’s cock and pressed his mouth briefly to the Gryffindor’s scrotum before taking the head in his mouth and sucking lightly. Harry’s hand fluttered to rest in Draco’s blonde hair, never pushing harshly, but it was just another point of reassuring contact.

Draco licked up and down Harry’s shaft, distracted from the pain in his rump, and his own pale cock swelled again as he deep-throated Harry over and over. He dropped his face lower, licking at Harry’s balls, listening to Harry’s low moans and smiling as the Gryffindor’s stance opened up, allowing Draco better access.

“Oh, god, Harry, wanna make you cum,” Draco mumbled around Harry’s penis. Harry, who had almost gotten lost in the sensational blow job, came back to himself and forced back his own orgasm. Draco whined at the loss of Harry’s cock again, but Harry pulled him up and thrust his tongue into Draco’s mouth, effectively silencing the blonde.

“All in good time, lover,” Harry promised. “You’re going to cum so hard you won’t be able to see or walk straight for a while. But right now, it’s almost over.” He had been guiding Draco backwards, and Draco pulled back, surprised, just as they reached their destination.

“Almost over?” He echoed quizzically, raising his eyebrow. Harry grabbed him, turned him facedown over their spanking bench and quickly shackled his wrists into place. They had invested in one that could be adjusted for different heights and angles, and the angle that Harry had chosen left Draco’s head lower than his hips, leaning on his forearms with his wrists bound. He knelt on the knee pads, while the bench itself supported his body all the way up to his lower abdomen so that it didn’t press against his engorged cock. Harry ignored Draco’s questioning looks as he secured the ankle restraints as well. He knew that Draco probably wouldn’t like this as much, and therefore binding him was necessary, but Harry wanted the Slytherin to KNOW who he belonged to, who was boss, and who he would answer to for his mistakes.

He retrieved his wand, Transfiguring the belt once again. They had an entire array of spanking implements, but Harry had started out using only the belt, and the symbolism was important. He Transfigured it, however, into an exact replica of the birch rod they already owned but rarely used because it hurt so badly after being hit multiple times. He set the wand on the table of spanking tools, again, within easy reach. Also on the table was another bottle of lotion (the same kind that Harry carried in his pocket) as well as several clean wash clothes.

“Draco,” Harry crouched in front of him, looking at his husband with a very serious face. “You know how much I love you, and because of that, I tend to excuse a lot of things that you do. I know you’re Slytherin, and therefore, you can’t help but get into trouble. However, up until now, your spankings have been because you slept with someone who wasn’t worthy of you, and now you know better.

“This is because I love you,” Harry said, holding up the birch rod, and he continued to talk over Draco’s protestations. “This is because you lied to me, baby, and I won’t tolerate that. I’m assuming that Nott was shagging Wood for at least a week, and shagging you as well?” Draco nodded. “But you didn’t find out until this morning, did you. He got his punishment for lying to you, believe me. But now it’s time for your punishment for lying to me, and maybe this will make you think twice about the next time you might want to lie.”

“Harry, no! Please, you have no idea how sorry I am!” Draco’s grey eyes overflowed, and his hands opened and closed, fruitlessly reaching for his husband. Harry smiled sadly, leaning in to kiss Draco tenderly.

“Draco, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you,” Harry said. “And it’s probably going to hurt you a lot. But don’t worry, baby, I’m right here, and you can do this. You are so strong, love.”

“Please, no! Harry, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“It’s too late for apologies, baby.”

“No, Harry, listen to me. I can NOT take twenty swats with that thing,” Draco whimpered. “It’s going to hurt.”

“I will give you ten,” Harry said, after careful consideration. Draco certainly sounded more desperate than he had any other time Harry spanked him, but then again, he hadn’t done anything as bad as sleeping with someone behind Harry’s back and lying about it. “And yes, it’s going to hurt. But this will teach you a lesson, Draco, and I’m right here. I love you.”

Harry hit a small stool several times to ready the birch, and then he brushed the birch across his lover’s flesh. He tapped Draco’s arse several times in warning, and then popped him a good one. Draco lurched, but the bench held him fast. He had clamped his lips, though, and refused to make a sound. Harry aimed a bit lower, giving Draco three warning taps (which didn’t count towards the ten swats) and snapped the birch along the underside of his bottom. One or two of the twigs connected with the backside of Draco’s balls, and he cried out with a tight jaw.

Draco rolled his back and butt muscles, fighting against the restraints as he instinctively tried to curl his bum under to stop the spanking. He couldn’t, obviously, but as soon as he relaxed it into position again, instead of a warning tap, the third swat landed, and Draco curled his bottom again. His body tensed and relaxed of its own accord, and the fourth spank was delivered. He discovered that Harry didn’t whack him while he was tense; he merely waited with the patience of a saint for Draco’s quivering and reddened bottom to arch out again, and then he landed another blow.

“You’re halfway there, love, and doing great,” Harry’s encouragement sounded like it came from far away as the blood roared in Draco’s ears. He did NOT like this at all, and he never wanted to be spanked this way again.

Harry paused after the fifth swat; the tears streaming down his cheeks blurred his vision, and he didn’t want to risk accidentally spanking Draco unsafely. He tucked the birch under his arm while he pulled his glasses off, scrubbing at his eyes with his thumbs and sniffling a little as he wiped the moisture away. He saw Draco’s head turn a little, and he knew that Draco knew that he was crying, but then again, so was Draco.

As soon as Harry had his emotions under control again, he surveyed his work. He knew that the birch usually left thin criss-cross lines of red on the skin, but Draco’s arse looked like a boiled lobster. He got one of the wash clothes, cast a Cooling Charm on it, and ghosted it over Draco’s behind, smiling as his lover tensed and then let out huffing breaths as he relaxed into the soothing treatment. The cloth was cold but not wet, because that would increase the pain when Harry hit him next, but the different temperature helped to ease the sting of the cumulative taps with the birch, which meant that the tenth and final blow of Draco’s punishment would be the most painful of all.

“Okay, honey, five more, and then we’re done,” Harry said, setting the cloth down and picking the birch back up. “I’ll make these quick, okay? There is no shame in screaming, my love. Scream, cry; do whatever helps. I’m here for you.”

Draco took a deep breath and nodded as much as his limited position would allow, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for the sixth blow.

Harry, too, inhaled deeply, set his jaw, and raised his right hand. He brought it down onto Draco’s right buttock from a high angle in a downward swinging motion (whereas before he was bringing it straight in), looped his arm around in a figure eight, and spanked Draco’s left buttock in a downward swing from the left. He poured all of the frustration, anger, helplessness, confusion, inadequacy, and rage that he felt upon finding out that Draco had gone behind his back into those five blows, and he flogged Draco in quick succession, snapping the last one squarely across his bum. Even through the redness, small, red-purple lines were forming from the whipping.

Draco’s body jolted at the change in strength of the sixth blow, and scream he did. Anguished wails tore from his throat, and he choked on his own tears. As quickly as it began, though, it was over, and Harry, stumbling through his own sobbing, hastened to unlock the restraints on Draco’s wrists and ankles. Draco’s hands flew to his throbbing backside as he threw himself into Harry’s arms, and they both stood beside the bench, clinging to each other and crying cathartically.

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Harry recovered first, naturally, and Summoned the cloth, the lotion, and his wand, draping the cooled fabric over his husband’s smarting bum as he cast several minor Healing Charms to prevent any lasting marks. He squirted a large dollop into the palm of his hand, and it wasn’t long before his ministrations to Draco’s buttocks had the blonde gasping and grinding against him, even as his tears slowed. Harry reached down between them and grasped Draco’s cock, pressing their shafts together and wanking them slickly with the lotion. Draco cried out in ecstasy, arms twined around Harry’s neck for support.

Harry neatly picked Draco up, supporting his hot arse with his hands as Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist, and he carried the Slytherin to the bedroom, snogging heavily, setting him reverently down on their plush mattress, brushing the forgotten dirty magazine to the floor to make room for his real-life hot blonde. After crying so much, Draco tasted a little like salt, and Harry couldn’t get enough of his mouth. He refused to let go of Draco’s lips, even as he turned the blonde over on the bed, pinning him facedown, spread out over him in a position of absolute protection.

The black haired boy pulled back from Draco’s mouth just long enough to raise his lover’s hips and slid his cock neatly into that tight channel. Draco didn’t really need a lot of preparation, and there was enough lotion that the passage was swift and erotic. Harry could feel the heat radiating from Draco’s bum as he thrusted in all the way until his front was securely against Draco’s cherry-red arse. He leaned forward, pumping wildly, as he gripped Draco’s blonde hair with one hand, twisting the boy around so that they could keep kissing as they made love.

The slap-slapping of Harry’s cock pounding into Draco was a vague reminder of being spanked, but it was a delicious reminder, turning Draco on savagely. He finally had to pull back to breathe, gasping out to Harry that he was close. The Gryffindor nodded, putting his other hand on the small of Draco’s back to brace himself upright again, pulling on Draco’s blonde hair as his hips snapped back and forth, fucking Draco for all he was worth.

Draco was braced on his forearms on the bed, intent on holding himself up, so he didn’t even have a hand free, not that he needed it. Harry powerfully and accurately pounded Draco’s prostate, and the combination of being filled with his lover’s sex, feeling the reminder of his love radiating throughout his bottom, and having his hair fisted and head pulled back sent Draco over the edge, his pale cock jumping and spraying come all over the bed as he breathlessly cried out Harry’s name, writhing in orgasmic bliss.

Harry could feel Draco’s entire body clench and shudder as the boy finished, and Harry practically pushed Draco flat, rutting against him as he came, long and hard, deep in Draco’s arse. Harry didn’t realize that he was chanting Draco’s name as they climaxed, and spent, they both froze, blowing hard and trying to recover some semblance of control over their trembling bodies.

Harry moved first, tenderly pulling out of Draco with a soft ‘pop’, and leaning down to ghost a kiss at the top of Draco’s crack. He paused on all fours, once again admiring the brightness of his husband’s bum, and then sagged to the bed on his back with a groan. He reached for Draco, and the blonde immediately cuddled up to him, moving out of the wet spot he had created, and curled up in Harry’s arms, laying half across Harry’s chest once again, one leg gracefully bent around Harry’s.

“Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“I don’t like the ‘open’ part of our relationship anymore,” Draco confessed. “I want to be monogamous, like Madam Pomfrey said. If it means we need counseling when we get older, then so be it, but I don’t want to share you.”

“That is perfectly acceptable to me, babe,” Harry replied, squeezing Draco happily. “There’s never been anyone else for me but you, Draco Malfoy. I am yours, always, forever, and exclusively.”

“And I am yours, Harry Potter, always, forever, and exclusively,” Draco repeated, and they sealed their new vows with another kiss.
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Author's note--AWWWWWWWW!!!!!! As requested, they are for each other alone now!!!!

And if you must know...

They settled in to fall asleep. Tomorrow, Harry would revisit Nott and kick his ass up one side and down the other for the things he learned today, but tonight was for Draco.

Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who reviewed!!! To my Coven gals: all of you rock the fuckin' casbah!!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed, and I hope the BDSM/spanking in this chapter was up to standard for you!!! Until next time! Peace!

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PS I tried to add this last night, and it went to the 'Daily Moment of Downtime'...sorry! Here it is now, though:

THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed!!! I love you all!

Veracityrules--Thanks for your review and for your plot bunny idea. Honestly, I can see that as totally something DRACO would do...as a Slytherin (make things exceedingly complicated and come up with a super hair-brained scheme just to get what he wants) but I don't see Harry GOING THERE in this fic. I wanted him to be the strong, steadfast, honest lover to Draco's scheming, dishonest, sometimes-well-intentioned persona.

And as you can see, Harry wasn't at all attracted to Theo. And Harry's attraction to Oliver was what drove Draco crazy in the first place...and drove Draco to Theo. I needed a bad guy, and Theo happened to be it...

Also, THEO was more of the scheming one, AND a man-whore, because he very deliberately manipulated Draco's situation to take what he wanted from the blonde, who let him because he was upset about Harry liking Oliver...and then Theo went after Oliver (knowing how upset Draco was over Harry liking him) just to see if he could get him...because he's a fucking prick. And Theo got to Oliver first; Oliver said yes, and being the Gryffindor he was, he turned Harry down because he was already sleeping with Theo by the time Harry got up the nerve to contact him.

I didn't really go into a lot of background about that, but that's how I imagined it went down. Plus, Oliver was sort of weirded out because he's used to Harry being the cute little tag-a-long kid, not a grown man with a cock who wants to sleep with him...but had Harry asked first, Oliver would have turned Theo down because he was already shagging Harry!

And lastly, Harry went to Theo while Oliver was there, and Theo smarted off to him about Draco, which (obviously) set Harry off even more. Since it technically wasn't Oliver's fault that Theo was shagging him at the same time as Draco, Harry gave Oliver the chance to leave. Oliver, stupid Gryffindor that he was, declined, but took Theo's side when Harry began to beat the hell out of him...so Harry beat the hell out of both of them.

See, I see Harry as sort of having a "blind eye" to Draco as far as scheming. He knows Draco is Slytherin, so therefore he expected some sort of trickery, but Draco betrayed the ONE thing that Harry asked for. And that was honesty. He wasn't upset with Draco about sleeping with Nott, since they had agreed to an open relationship, and he wasn't so much MAD at Draco's dishonesty (remember, he half-expected it just because Draco was Slytherin) but it disappointed him greatly. And he knew that getting angry with Draco would get him nowhere. So he punished him...in spades...which was a MUCH more effective deterrent if he didn't want Draco to lie to him again. And Draco won't. Naughty little Slytherin that he is, he's learned his lesson for the big stuff.

Thanks for asking, though! I hope my reasoning and justifications make sense!