Discipline

Rewards
Pairing: H/D (Dom!Harry, Sub!Draco)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/PWP
Summary: Draco’s landed Harry and himself a detention, and Harry’s going to make him pay..
Warnings: Dom!Harry, Sub!Draco…
Words: 3347

Rewards

The longest part of the day must have been during Potions with the Gryffindors. Nothing too terrible, just a lecture and class work, but every five minutes or so, he could feel someone staring at him. He made the mistake of actually looking up the first time, finding Potter staring intently at him. He hurriedly turned back to his potions book in front of him, feeling the burn in his cheeks.


He never bothered looking up after that, not even when Professor Snape began lecturing again, until a folded piece of parchment landed on his desk. He subtly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, and shakily picked up the parchment and opened it.


I'm quite surprised that you've managed to behave yourself. Continue to do so, and as I promised, I'll give you your reward. I don't suggest you show up late. In fact, it's best if you just arrive a little early. Remember – seventh floor at the stairs – 11:30.


Draco shivered as he remembered the events from just last night. He bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from smiling. It seemed too good to be true, but if what he noticed was genuine, Potter knew how to dominate him...

HD-------------DH

After taking a long, hot shower, Draco arrived at the seventh floor stairwell a bit early, and quite nervous, which he was sure no one would blame him. And of course there was something to be nervous about.


Draco swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled his thick, black winter robes closer to him. He'd come five minutes early and kept his eyes and ears open as he stood in the shadows, pacing, and Draco didn't know what seemed longer, sitting in Potions for three hours, or standing here waiting for five minutes.


He looked down at his watch. Still a minute left...surely Potter would be here soon.


Suddenly, something grabbed his hand and pulled him back against a solid body...but there was nothing there. Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak and smiled down at him, bringing the back of his hand to his lips and kissing it softly, his eyes never leaving Draco's, and he licked it with just the tip of his tongue.


The black-haired young man closed his eyes and moaned as if he'd just tasted the best desert ever made. "You taste divine!"


Draco held back a gasp and continued staring into the dark green eyes. Harry wrapped his arm around his own.


"Shall we?" he asked. "I have a room you just have to see."


Draco could only nod, and Harry led them down the hallway of the seventh floor, which seemed abandoned. They turned several more corners until Harry stopped him. "Wait here."


Draco stayed where he was and watched with narrowed and curious eyes as Harry walked down the corridor, stopped and walked back...and walked down it again. Is he mad? Draco asked himself.


He walked once more towards Draco, and Draco's eyes widened as a large door appeared. Harry grabbed his hand with a devious smirk. "Come!" he said, pulling him through the door. Harry closed the door behind them and stood behind Draco, wrapping his arms around the blond from behind and felt Harry's hot breath ghost past his ear. "What do you think?"


Draco looked around the expansive, dark red room. There was a small table for two set up for them in the middle of the room, a large fireplace lit against the left wall, and as Draco's gaze traveled to the back wall, his eyes widened as he saw the large bed, large enough to hold five people.


"I think it's brilliant," Draco breathed. And it was. His nervousness waned slightly, and Harry walked back around him to guide them to the table for two. Harry helped Draco in his seat first before sitting across from him.


"How about a midnight snack?" Harry asked, and a small tiramisu cake appeared on the table.


Draco stared at the small dessert and back up at Harry. "How'd you do that?"


"Magic?" Harry chuckled, but then said: "Wandless Magic."


Draco's eyes widened. "That's not possible..."


"Apparently, it is," Harry gestured to the untouched dessert in front of them. "Taste for yourself."


He hesitated for a moment, glancing between the cake and Harry's serious gaze, and scooped up a piece with his spoon and put it in his mouth. Draco would have classified it as an orgasm in his mouth if there ever was such a thing. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of chocolate and cream with a hint of coffee.


He heard another chuckle. "How is it?"


Draco reluctantly swallowed the first bite. "Unbelievable..." he moaned.


"I've been practicing," he winked. "But it was well worth all the troubles to see that look on your face. And I would do it all over again, just to see it again."


Draco blushed and was about to set his spoon down. "Please," Harry waved a hand lightly at the dessert. "Continue," and he picked up his own spoon and took a bite. Draco watched as the black-haired man closed his own eyes and hummed in satisfaction, and his dark brows creased.


"Why did you bring me here?" Draco knew the answer, but he needed to know the reason. Why did Harry want him here, of all people?


"To get to know you, first," said Harry. "And then give you your reward for good behavior."


"What do you care if I behaved or not?" Draco tried to sneer, but the bite was obviously absent in the remark.


"Because whether you believe me or not, you're apparently interested in something I'm willing to give you," Harry said around another piece of tiramisu, not caring about manners in the least.


"And what could you give me, Potter?" he asked, hoping to hear what he wanted to hear.


"Why don't I tell you what I learned this summer, and we'll work from there, yeah?" asked Harry, but didn't wait for a reply.


"I ran away this summer," he began. "From the Dursley's. I'd had enough of their abuse and ran away. I told no one because no one cared to know. Not the Weasley's. Not Granger...not Dumbledore. I tried sending them letters, trying to explain everything, but they kept replying back, telling me I was exaggerating. So I left, and I found work at a club, and there I met a bloke who interested me.


"He ended up teaching me about BDSM."


Draco narrowed his eyes in confusion, "What's that?"


Harry smiled. "BD is Bondage and Discipline. DS – Dominance and Submission, and SM – Sadism and Masochism."


"I still don't understand," now he was thoroughly confused.


"In a BDSM lifestyle, one partner voluntarily gives up control. The submissive gives control to the Dominant partner, and safety and consent are the two most important factors."


"Why?"


"Because it has the potential to turn dangerous if there's an accident...or maybe something is carried too far..." Harry explained. "...And when you start exploring fantasies...some of the more...dark fantasies, consent from both partners is vital.


"It's the submissive's duty to obey and respect the Dominant, and it's the Dominant's duty to care for and love the submissive," Draco said nothing. "And if you're interested...Draco. I'd like you as my submissive."


To say that Draco hadn't expected something like this, would be a lie, and this...lifestyle...did intrigue him.


"Of course..." said Harry. "I would have to earn my title to you as your Dominant. But, that will come with time. What do you say? Wanna give it a try?"


Draco sat for a moment, thinking Yes! Of course! But there had to be another way of saying yes without sounding so excited. He was a Malfoy, after all.


He took a deep breath. "I'll have a lot of questions about all this..."


Harry chuckled and nodded. "I'd be worried if you didn't ask any questions."


"...And there's pain involved?" asked Draco tentatively.


"If you wish it, then yes," Harry answered. "It can be involved, but it's not required to play."


"Play?"


"To act out our fantasies. I want to know all of your fantasies, Draco, and I'll do my best to make all of those fantasies come true," said Harry with a smirk.


"Then..." Draco paused. Thinking this over one last time. "Yes."


Harry's face lit up with the most gorgeous smile he'd ever seen. The table separating them disappeared and Harry stood offering his hand to the blond. Draco took it without hesitance and Harry guided them to the bed.


Harry stood in front of Draco as they reached the bed. He looked down at him, brushing the back of his fingers against the blonde's cheek and down to the clasp of his winter cloak.


"Tell me one of your fantasies, Draco," said Harry.


Draco reddened in the face. "That's a bit personal at the moment, don't you think?"


Harry laughed. "I'm undressing you...and you're letting me. Isn't that a bit personal?"


Draco pulled his lips in a pout. He had a point. "...I always wanted...to be...raped," Draco whispered the last word, slightly embarrassed.


Harry made a soft moan deep in his throat. "Are you that much of a masochist?" he asked as he began unbuttoning the blonde's trousers and untucking the white, button-down shirt.


"Yes...sir," he added and smiled.


Harry hands fell over the other boy's shoulders, the shirt falling to the floor.. "That's a beautiful fantasy I'd love nothing more than to help you make it come true, but tonight, I just want to get to know your body. I want to play with you and get to know your limits."


"I don't think I have any limits..." pondered Draco.


"Everyone has limits," said Harry. "I have limits."


The taller man ran his fingers back down the blonde's chest and over his pink nipples, pinching them, harder and harder until he got the desired effect. Draco hissed, but that still wasn't good enough. He dug his nails into the smaller man's now pert nubs and twisted harshly. Draco grabbed Harry's arms to steady himself, a soft scream passing his lips.


Harry smiled softly down at him, watching as the other man swayed slightly, his mouth still half open. He leaned in and took the pouting bottom lip between his teeth and bit lightly, letting his tongue massage the silky-soft flesh before sinking his tongue into the hot mouth. He pushed Draco on to the bed, laying him down and pressing the palm of his hand hard against the obvious erection in the other man's trousers.


Draco's head fell back against the bed and lifted his hips into the touch. "Harder..." he moaned, and Harry pressed harder.


Harry chuckled and pressed his forehead to Draco's. "Merlin...you're hard as hell and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet..."


Draco's mouth fell open as Harry pressed his own groin against his. "I already love seeing you like this...so vulnerable...and carefree as I play with your body. I want to burn the look on your face you have right now in the back of my mind and pull at my cock to it at night. I want to take this slow and remember every detail...how you feel under my fingers...the different faces you make when I do something new...and the beautiful mewling and moaning sounds coming out of that mouth."


Harry pulled at the nipples one last time before pulling back, and Draco suddenly felt cold. Fingers wrapped around the waistline of his trousers and were almost literally ripped off along with his shoes and socks, falling to the floor.


"Roll on to your stomach," Harry commanded, his voice heavy with lust. Draco did and he listened as Harry undressed, his cock twitched against the bed when he heard the distinct sound of a belt hitting the floor. The bed shifted between his legs, and immediately Harry was above him, a hand on each side of the blonde's shoulders, and the unmistakable press of the other man's cock against the cleft of his ass.


Harry leaned in to Draco's neck and bit down hard, his hard chest against Draco's back. Draco's back arched into Harry, a hand reaching around and twisting a nipple, and the other raking deeply down his back.


"All right, there?" came Harry's husky voice in his ear.


"Yeah..." Draco sighed and laid his forehead back down on the bed, willing himself to keep from cumming as Harry continued to leaving long red whelps down his back.


"Potter, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum," said Draco.


He felt the black-haired man behind him laugh. "Wasn't that the idea?"


"I'll cum too soon!" Draco barked. He felt Harry wrap his arms around his chest; their bodies flush against each other.


"Well, then," Harry whispered in his ear. "I'll just have to get you hard again, won't I? You're mine to play with tonight." Draco groaned as Harry pinched both his nipples, pulling on them, and pressing his cock hard between Draco's cheeks.


"Fuck..." the blond moaned, pushing back into Harry. "That feels good."


"Yeah?" Harry chuckled into his ear again. "It's about to feel really good here in a second," and Harry's warm body was gone again, leaving him cold.


Harry spread Draco's cheeks with his hands and lowered his face to the blonde's white ass, nipping at them lightly before running his wet, hot tongue down the cleft and to the tight entrance.


"Ah..." cried Draco. Harry put a finger in his mouth and wet it, putting it to Draco's entrance and circled it, massaging it as he nipped at the blonde's cheeks. He poked just the tip of his finger in, circling the edges of the walls, and pulled it back out, listening to Draco's mewling...trying to push back on the wet finger. "Harry..."


Harry chuckled, pushed the finger in hard down to his knuckle, and Draco threw his head back and cried out.


"Wow..." Harry breathed, hardly able to contain himself from watching Draco. "You're extremely tight around my finger," he said and hooked the finger and with skills fit for an expert, found the blonde's prostate. He pulled his finger out slightly and pushed back in, running over the bundle of nerves again...and again...and again. He pulled out just to push a second one in none too lightly and watched as Draco gripped the sheets. "Are you all right?" he asked, watching as Draco's knuckles turned white.


The smaller man let out the breath he was holding and nodded. "Yes."


Harry pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in, running them over the blonde's prostate again and scissoring them....stretching him and getting him ready for something much bigger. He finally put a third one in and waited for Draco to get used to the feel of it. If he didn't know any better, he'd say Draco had a virgin ass...


He pulled his fingers out and opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, pulling out the lube and blue, seven-inch dildo. He lubed it and pushed it to Draco's entrance.


Draco gasped as he felt something new pressing against his ass. He looked under his arm only to see Harry staring intently at Draco's bottom, but there was definitely something new pressing against him, pushing into him. He caught Harry's eye and the black-haired man smiled at him. "Relax. This dildo isn't going to fit if you don't relax."


Draco turned his head back and took a deep sigh...like it isn't already hard enough getting myself to keep from cumming...now he's sticking a dildo up my ass...


But all thought process was lost as the first inch popped in, and Draco turned to goop, his head hitting the bed. He bit his bottom lip to try to keep from moaning too loud, but gave up when Harry pulled back slightly and pushed it in further.


"Oh, fuck!" Draco cried as it grazed against his prostate. He lifted his hips up trying to get more. It just didn't seem to be enough. He felt Harry nipping at his cheeks again and his eyes rolled back into his head. He knew there was no more room left for modesty, he felt like a needy slut, but there was no way anyone in his position could keep in their right mind with the seventh-year Gryffindor Seeker doing things like that to them.


When Harry finally thought he was ready, he pulled the dildo out and set it on the bed and stood up. He stared down at the blond ball of goop that he happened to create and laughed, patting the ball of goop on the leg. "Turn over."


Draco turned on to his back and looked up at Harry with half-lidded eyes and Harry bent down, with his hands on either side of Draco, and buried his head in the blonde's neck. He pulled Draco's legs around his waist and without warning, sunk into the blond in one movement, burying himself to the hilt.


Draco gasped and held on to Harry as the other man forced himself inside, his fingernails digging into the brunette's arms, not that it hurt. Harry prepared him well enough, but that was a surprise. He let out the breath he had been holding and gasped again as the man above him began pulling out, and slammed back in.


"Oh shit!" Draco's head fell back on the bed and moaning and gasping with every thrust in to him, not one missing that spot.


Harry pulled the blond in close, one arm under Draco's shoulder and the other gripping his hip tight as he pounded into Draco's ass. He watched amusedly as Draco's eyes rolled back and then his head, his brows creased and soft mewls left his half-opened mouth. He leaned into Draco, and brushed his lips against Draco's, biting and pulling at the pouty bottom lip and finally delving his tongue into the boy's mouth again.


Draco responded immediately, wrapping his arms around the other man and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He combed his fingers through the black locks roughly and grabbed fistfuls of hair. They pressed their foreheads together as the kiss broke, both of them gasping for air.


"Fuck..." Draco cried. "...Harry?"


"Yeah?" he answered, trying to keep his eyes connected with Draco's.


Draco began shaking his head lightly. "I...I'm about to cum."


"...Fuck," Harry breathed out, and missed a second before falling back into rhythm with his thrusts. Those words out of Draco's mouth never sounded so beautiful out of anyone else. "Then cum. I'll be right behind you."


Harry took Draco's weeping cock into his hand and with only a couple of strokes, he had Draco gasping and cumming all over their chests and stomachs, the blond spasming and squeezing around the other Seeker's cock, pulling him to orgasm.


Harry collapsed on top of Draco lightly, his head tucked under the blonde's chin. He pulled out of Draco and sighed heavily, trying to get his breathing regular again. Draco combed his fingers in the black locks and pulled him closer.


They sighed as they snuggled each other, just relaxing and resting. They lied wrapped around each other for what seemed like hours, not wanting to move, but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and Harry was the first one to move. He smiled down at Draco, who was half asleep on the bed, and pulled him up.


"We need to get back to the dorms before anyone realizes we're gone and causes a commotion," he said handing Draco his closes.


"Yea..." said Draco softly. Harry looked back at him as he started buttoning his shirt and smirked again.


"Don't worry," he chuckled. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."


He walked over to Draco and helped him button up his shirt, eventually coming to meet the silver irises and whispered, "Want to meet me here again tomorrow?" he asked.


Draco smiled back up at him. "I'd love to."

END


Sorry for the wait. >.< But here's the second chapter! I hope you enjoy it!