Sinfully Addictive

Harry spent the next few days blushing whenever he saw Draco, whenever Draco was mentioned in conversation, and being dragged into random empty classrooms to be tormented by Draco’s skills once again.

Draco continued to pin Harry to a wall while he went down on him, but before long, he was conjuring big king-sized beds and using soft silk ties to hold Harry’s arms above his head. His pleasuring of Harry became softer, more attentive and sometimes even...loving.

As much as Harry hated to admit it, Draco had been right. He was no longer depressed, and it seemed the spirit of the entire school had lifted. Though he was constantly on the lookout for Draco, trying to be prepared for the next attack, he always managed to surprise Harry. It carried on for a few days before Harry began to feel guilty. He hadn’t touched Draco once during any of their escapades. Though he did console himself with the fact that Draco always tied him up, so it’s not like he could help it.

The next time Draco pulled him into an empty classroom, Harry decided to experiment.

Draco reached for Harry’s trousers, pushing them down around his ankles. He began to lower himself to his knees, when Harry stopped him.

“Maybe we could try...something a little different today?” Harry mumbled.

Draco looked at him in surprise. “What?”

Harry shrugged. “You never get to...you know,”

“This was supposed to be about you,” Draco replied blankly.

Harry didn’t want to end whatever...arrangement...they had formed, but he did want to give something back to the boy who had opened his eyes so much over the past few days.

“So it’s about what I want?” Harry asked.

“Well, yeah...”

Harry smiled and pulled Draco towards him. He pushed him back onto the bed gently, following after him and resting his body on top of the blonde Slytherin.

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, a quiver in his voice.

“I want to kiss you,” Harry asked, leaning forward.

Draco’s body stiffened, and he tried to sit up.

“No. It’s too...personal,”

Harry snorted. “What are you, a hooker? You can suck my cock for hours but you can’t kiss me?”

Draco glared at him, still trying to shift under Harry’s weight.

Harry grabbed his wrists, and held them above his head. He manoeuvred his body so that he was straddling Draco, effectively pinning him to the bed so he could not move.

Harry leant down again, trying to kiss Draco once more. Draco squirmed, moving his head from one side to the other in a vain attempt to stop Harry from kissing him.

Harry huffed in annoyance, and removed one of his hands from Draco’s wrists to cup his face.

“Draco…” he warned.

“No,” Draco whispered, still trying to hold his head away from Harry’s face.

Harry lowered his hand to wrap around Draco’s throat, holding his head in place. He smiled at the sound of Draco’s sharp intake of breath, and the feel of Draco’s hard cock twitching against his thigh. After all this time of Draco tying him up to pleasure him, Harry had never considered that Draco got off on that exact treatment.

Harry leaned down and gently placed his lips onto Draco’s. He felt the body underneath him soften and relax into the kiss. Harry removed his hand from Draco’s throat and threaded his fingers through his blonde silky locks. Harry probed with his tongue, asking permission to deepen the kiss. Draco gladly granted it, moaning into Harry’s mouth as his erection brushed against Harry’s.

Soon enough they had to break for air. Flushed and panting heavily, they stared into each others eyes, darkened with lust and longing.

“I’ve been meaning to ask...what is all this anyway?” Harry asked breathlessly.

“Let’s just call it my way of repaying you for saving my life in the Room of Requirement,” Draco replied, fingering the buttons on Harry’s shirt.

“You can consider yourself forgiven. You don’t have to keep doing this anymore,” Harry whispered, almost wishing he didn’t speak those words. Those words that could end all this bliss.

Draco looked up at him, surprise evident on his face.

“And if I don’t want to stop?” he said.

The answering look on Harry’s face almost made Draco come right then and there. Those smouldering lustful emerald eyes, boring straight into his soul.

“Release the binds, Draco,” Harry whispered.

Draco flicked his wand in Harry’s direction, his eyes trained on Harry as he rubbed the raw flesh of his wrists. Harry pulled Draco towards him, planting a soft kiss on his lips before roughly pulling Draco’s hips against his own, grinding their erections together.

“You can do anything you want to me,” Harry whispered huskily.

Draco moaned and arched his hips up into Harry’s.

“You. You are sinfully addictive,” Draco whispered.

Harry’s only response was to bite down on the pale flesh of Draco’s neck.