Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Begging
Chapter Number/Total: 3/49
Chapter Title: Begging
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When they reached their room, Harry was still smiling. "So ..." he said, turning to face Draco and waggling his eyebrows.
"So, I was thinking it would be nice to continue that kiss," Draco said with a smile, slipping out of his robes.
Harry smirked. "It might be," he said, laughter in his voice as he pulled his own robe off.
Draco took off his shoes and then stretched out on the bed, losing his hair tie and letting his hair fan out on the pillow.
Harry grinned at the man on his bed, on their bed. He grinned at his husband. He sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled his shoes off before scooting up on the bed to lay with Draco. He propped up on one elbow and smiled down at him.
Draco lay there looking up expectantly, a small smile on his face.
Harry let out a small amused breath through his nose and cupped the side of Draco's face. He smiled at him for a few more seconds, wondering how he had gotten so lucky to have him, and then leaned down and pressed his lips to Draco's, kissing him slowly.
Draco opened to Harry now as he had the first time in the Room of Requirement. His heart was beating faster and he trembled again. Harry always had this effect on him.
Harry licked just a bit at Draco's lips, his eyes closed now. Simply kissing Draco made him feel like everything was perfect in the world. It was ridiculous, because he knew it wasn't true, but he could feel no other way while he was kissing this man.
Draco's tongue slid against Harry's, licking at the insides of his lips and his hand slid up to touch his lover's face as well.
Harry licked slowly at Draco's tongue and then slid it into his mouth fully, moving them together, so slowly. Kissing Draco was amazing and Harry very much doubted anyone else could kiss him like this.
A kiss worth everything, Draco thought. Nothing and no one had ever made him feel the way Harry did. His body hummed with the touch and taste of him. When Harry kissed him, it felt like he kissed all of him.
Harry finally pulled back to take a breath and he stared down into Draco's face, eyes lingering on his swelling lips. "I never thought I would feel like this," he whispered. "I always thought I would fall in love one day, but I never thought it would feel this way."
Draco smiled softly. "It hurt so much when I couldn't have you."
"I can't even imagine how you felt," Harry said. "If I'd had to look at you every day and know that I couldn't have you, Merlin, I'd - I'd go mad. I wish I could go back and beat myself round the head. You were always right there and I was just - so daft." He paused and sighed. "You know what I said to you that one day in Parseltongue?"
"No," Draco said with a smile, remembering. "I enjoyed it though."
Harry snorted. "Me too," he said, but then he leaned in and kissed Draco softly before pulling back again. "I told you how I wanked over you once in fifth year."
Draco's eyes widened. "You didn’t."
"Yes, I did," said Harry, nodding. "I was so fucking angry. I was wanking over Mandy Broklehurst, you know, that blonde Ravenclaw girl? We'd fought that day and I was still mad at you. I can't even remember what you did now, but you were on my mind then, and wanking over a blonde girl wasn't helping. She turned into you in my head and you wouldn't leave. I tried to get you out and that made me even angrier because I felt like you were somehow doing it on purpose, but I came so bloody hard."
Draco laughed, grinning. "Gods, that's ... delightful."
Harry smiled. "I thought you'd say that. What would you have done if you'd found out then?"
Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow. "You want me to show you?" he asked.
Harry's eyes glittered at those words. "Certainly," he said, smirking.
"You are a pervert you know," Draco teased. "You like me to tell you nasty things I would have liked to do to poor, innocent, younger Harry."
"Yes, I'm a pervert, I know." Harry grinned. "And yes, I like you to tell me nasty things that you would have liked to have done to me when I was younger and innocent and very, very poor, because you only wanted to do them and didn't actually do them. As you've said before, I'm making up for lost time." He laughed.
Draco laughed again. Then he Accio'd his wand and hit his lover with a Stunning Spell.
When Harry came to, he wasn't even aware that he had opened his eyes at first. He was laying naked, blindfolded and tied spread eagle. His heart began beating faster and he was actually scared for a moment while he tried to remember where he was. But then he sighed with relief when he remembered who had cast the Stupefy, that sneaky prat. His heart beat quickly for an altogether different reason. "Draco?" he asked.
"What's the matter, Potter? Scared?" came a familiar sneer.
Harry grinned, but tried to hide it. He didn't answer for a moment. "Malfoy?" he asked, fighting so hard to keep the excited smile off his face.
"Shouldn't be wandering the halls alone after curfew," Draco drawled. "Never know what might happen to you."
Oh fucking shit, Harry thought, and his cock twitched. He flushed a bit. "Fucking let me out of here, please," he said, the last word very quiet. He wouldn't have said please back then, but the last thing he wanted was for Draco to let him out, so he hoped he would ignore the word, but then he thought of something that might work. "Draco, ignore every command I give you until I say so," he said.
There was a silent pause and then, "Why would I let you go, Potter? You seem to be enjoying yourself."
Harry shivered and his cock twitched again. "Why have you tied me up?" he asked, voice hard. "And where the fuck are my clothes?"
There was a light touch on his left nipple, the sensation causing it to harden.
Harry sucked in a quick breath. "Are you fucking touching me now?!" he asked. "Where am I? What are you doing?"
His other nipple got the same treatment before he felt a finger start at his throat and begin trailing slowly down the centre of his chest.
Harry let out a shaky breath very slowly so that it wouldn't be audible. "Malfoy, what the hell are you doing?! Are you fucking mental?! Do you have a death wish?"
The finger kept moving slowly down his belly toward his twitching cock. The only sound in the room was Harry's own voice.
Oh, fucking shit, Harry thought again. He tensed his muscles, trying to keep from trembling. "I'm serious, Malfoy," he said.
"Are you saying you want me to stop, Potter?" Draco drawled in a voice full of amusement.
Now this is where he had to stop and think. His fifteen-year-old self would have been terrified and mad as all hell, but his seventeen-year-old self was hot and very aroused. He wanted Draco to touch him, lick him, suck him, fuck him, but he couldn't say that. He remained silent, his features screwed up in anger.
Wicked laughter met his silence as the finger continued down until it rested at the base of his cock, then slid just as slowly up the shaft.
Harry shivered again, not being able to help it, and held in a groan. He gritted his teeth, still not saying anything.
The finger made its way carefully to the crown and then smeared the drop of pre-come collected there before seeming to disappear. There was a dip in the bed as someone else climbed onto the mattress and settled between Harry's outstretched legs.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Harry tried in vain to close his legs, but they were tied and he was very glad. His whole body flushed with glorious heat as he could feel Draco so fucking close to him. "What do you want with me?" Harry asked, trying to sound angry, but not doing it so well.
"The question, Potter," the voice purred, "is what do you want? What do you really want?" A hand rested on his thigh now, and slid gently up to his hip.
Harry swallowed and flushed even brighter with heat. He once again didn't say anything, wanting so badly to beg for it. He settled for trying to move over just a tiny bit into Draco's hand, trying to press against him.
The hand slid back down and then moved over to the other thigh, giving it the same treatment and then sliding up to rest on his belly just above Harry's cock. Harry could feel the heat of the other man between his legs and hovering near his cock.
This was torture in its sweetest form; Harry had no doubt. He was getting harder by the second and so desperate for some attention other than the teasing touches of that fucking hand. "Malfoy," he said very quietly.
"Potter," the voice answered in a tone that was reminiscent of Snape.
Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes despite the blindfold. "If you're going to touch me, do it," he said, still quiet and sounding like he didn't want to say that, but oh, Merlin, he did.
"I am touching you, Potter." The hand slid up to Harry's chest again and the mattress shifted.
Harry knew that Draco was probably hovering over him at that moment, his body just out of reach. He let out a very quiet growl of frustration. "Touch ... my ..." he trailed off, wondering if he should give in just yet.
"Saint Potter, laying spread beneath me with his cock so hard it looks painful," Draco sneered. "Maybe I should get Creevy down here for a photograph?"
Harry let out a strangled groan at that. He was panting slightly through his nose now, eyes still shut tightly. "Just do it," he let out in a gasping breath.
Draco continued to hold himself up over Harry's body. "So eager and so angry," Draco sneered. "A favourite combination of mine." His own body trembled a bit as well, and his cock, as hard as Harry's, touched lightly against the other man's. He hissed at the sensation, pulling back.
Harry had attempted to arch up into that, but he couldn't and it frustrated him beyond belief. "Shit," he groaned in that strangled way again. "Malfoy, just do it," he said, sounding like he was almost pleading - almost, but not quite yet.
"Since when do I take orders from you, Potter?" the voice above him hissed.
Harry gasped quietly. "Then why have you got me down here?" he spat, trying to arch again. "If you're not going to do it?"
"Beg me for it, Potter? I want to hear The Chosen One beg me," Draco hissed, knees just barely touching the inside of Harry's thighs.
Harry moaned. "You would, wouldn't you?" he said. "Just doing this to me isn't enough, is it?"
"No, not enough," Draco sneered. "I love seeing you helpless and angry, knowing that I could do whatever I wanted to you. But it isn't enough. I want you to beg me to violate you."
Harry growled. "Fuck you," he said, but then, "Please, touch my cock, you fucking prick." He had to bite his lip again to keep the smirk off his face.
A low chuckle was the response to that declaration. "No, Potter," Draco sneered, "that most certainly will not do. I guess I will have to satisfy myself without you." There was another shift in the bed as Draco's weight returned between Harry's knees. And then there was a small moan and the bed shook slightly.
Harry growled again and resisted for about two seconds. "No, wait - just," another growl, "just touch my cock, please," he said, voice strained. This was so fucking hot.
Harry could feel the bed shake as Draco continued to stroke himself, the lube making a wet sound. "Potter," he growled, "if I come before you beg me, I will come on you and leave you like this! I am sure Filch will find it interesting."
Harry's cock twitched at that. "Oh, shit, please touch me!" he begged. "Do anything you want, just please!" Those little wet sounds were maddening and Harry's cock throbbed.
A deep chuckle was the response. "Who are you begging? Say my name; I want to hear it."
"Malfoy," said Harry, knowing that Draco didn't want to hear his surname. "Malfoy, please!"
"Put it together, fool," Draco sneered. "Did you just say that Draco Malfoy can do anything to you? That is what you want? Say it then!" The voice was sharp and hoarse.
"Please, Draco!" Harry cried. "Draco, do anything!" Oh, Merlin, he was so hot and panting and he wanted Draco so badly.
Long, slick fingers closed around Harry's cock, and he could feel Draco's body move up to tuck in close between his legs. "Fuck, yes," was Draco's verbal reply.
Harry moaned so loud and long it made him blush. "Yes," he hissed through his teeth. "Oh, Merlin, yes, Draco!"
Draco's hand pumped Harry's cock for a minute but then slid down, pressing into him. The fingers trembled a bit, giving away just how excited Draco was after all this teasing. "Fuck, Potter," he hissed. "I am going to fuck you until you scream my name like I am your god."
Harry moaned again. "Oh, yes, anything," he gasped, feeling so fucking, gaping open.
Draco's fingers slid back as he guided himself into Harry, pressing in for a minute and stopping. He breathing was ragged and Harry could feel the tremble in his body.
"Fuck me. Merlin, I don't care, fuck me, please!" Harry cried. "I want you!"
"Yes," Draco gasped, his hands grasping Harry's hips as he slid into him. There was another pause and then Draco began to pump his hips, rocking back and then driving deep inside Harry.
Harry gasped again and tossed his head, it being the only movement he could make besides the smallest moving of his own hips. "You ... got me ... off," he panted between thrusts. "I came ... thinking about ... you. Oh fuck!"
"You want me! You want this!" Draco growled.
"Yes!" Harry shouted, his head thrown back and his neck exposed. "I want your cock in me! Fucking me like this!"
"Inside you, deep inside you," Draco growled. "Always part of you."
Harry wasn't playing anymore. "Yes!" he cried. "Yes, inside me! Draco! Oh, Draco only you could do this to me!" Draco thrusts felt so good with that slick entry and the delicious burn that told Harry he would feel him afterwards, just the way he loved it.
Draco's hands pulled at Harry's hips until he was higher, almost in his lap, so that he could fuck him deeper. He growled when the ropes prevented what he wanted. Harry felt Draco’s hand leave his hip and then the sudden release of the ropes on his ankles.
Harry immediately brought his legs up to wrap around Draco, gasping as the switch had Draco brushing his prostate. He screamed with pleasure, his body trembling. "Yes, love!" Harry yelled. "Oh, yes, right there!"
Trembling with Harry's intensity, waves of pleasure and magic setting his body on fire, Draco worked to keep the angle and pace that would keep the energy spiralling. "Oh, Harry, yes, yes, yes!" he chanted.
Harry worked himself on Draco's cock now, clenching around him, his toes curling. The pleasure was so great he shook and his thighs trembled. "Oh, fuck I'm coming!" he yelled, feeling his balls tightening, and then the tension was released and Harry was coming, spurting his hot seed all over himself, just coming and coming. He wondered how he had so much some days. He moaned and gasped and twitched through every second of the glorious orgasm, whispering Draco's name over and over weakly when he was through.
Draco held on tight, feeling the swell of Harry's magic cresting and knowing it was going to be intense. He came in a blinding feel of slick heat, tight muscles, and fiery energy. His scream was wordless and full of such joy it hurt.
Harry spurted out more come as Draco's orgasm hit, his arse clenching around him again. He lay gasping and panting beneath Draco, still unable to see anything.
Only able to feel him. He smiled, chest heaving.
Draco's chest was heaving too and his body was drenched in sweat. His arms shook as he allowed himself to let Harry's hips slide back to the bed. He sat on his knees between his lover's legs and worked to find his sense of balance before moving.
Harry took slow, steady breaths. He didn't speak for a bit. "I'm the pervert?" he said finally with a weak laugh.
"Yes, yes you are," came the whisper, and then Harry could feel the bed shake with what sounded like laughter or crying, but it was unclear.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Draco?" he asked quietly, not knowing how to react. "You want to untie me and take this thing off my eyes?"
There was a long minute without a response from Draco and then Harry felt the bed shift and the ropes and blindfold disappear.
Harry opened his eyes, which had been closed while covered. He rubbed his wrists where the ropes had been. "Draco?" he asked again.
Draco knelt, his head bowed, hair falling around his face and his hands resting on his thighs. He was gleaming wet with sweat and still panting.
Harry sat up slowly and scooted over to Draco. He bent and looked up at Draco from below, up into his curtain of hair.
Tears rolled down Draco's cheeks and he was laughing. And Harry looked adorable, peering up at him like that. "Hi, love," he whispered.
Harry stared at Draco confusedly, unsure of how to react still. "Hi," he whispered back.
Draco brought his hand up to his own face, wiping away the tears and tossing his hair back. Wet strands clung to him. "You really did come thinking of me back then?" he asked quietly.
Harry smiled softly and nodded, sitting back a bit. He hadn't realised telling Draco that might mean so much.
"I used to get so very mad at you. I wanted to hurt you then," Draco said quietly. "I couldn't understand why I had to be obsessed with someone who clearly didn't even like me, let alone want me."
Harry winced. "I just didn't realise it," he whispered. "Do you know how angry I was after I did that? You were a boy and you were - you. I stopped wanking off over blondes completely. I had been afraid that it would happen again. And then I just - put it out of my mind. I refused to think about it."
Draco nodded, looking down. He had been holding onto his thighs so tight that he had left an impression of the construct hand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "We are here now," he smiled, "and you were definitely worth the wait."
Harry beamed. "I'm glad you waited for me," he whispered. "And I'm very, very glad that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, in love with you, married to you and someday, we'll get a cat." He laughed gently.
Draco burst out laughing, his head thrown back. He had completely forgotten about the damned cat thing.
Harry laughed too, watching Draco delightedly. He was so beautifully perfect and Harry still could hardly believe his luck.
Draco was still laughing when he tackled Harry, pulling him down to the bed with him again and raining kisses on his face.
Harry grinned widely as Draco kissed him. He felt like a little kid, besides the fact that he was a naked, just-shagged seventeen-year-old being kissed by his husband.
Draco felt deliriously happy and he lay back on the bed, still chuckling and holding Harry. "So when do we get the cat?" he asked.
Harry snorted. "Whenever you want," he answered happily.
Draco sighed and looked with shining eyes at his lover. "I have never been happier in my life," he said.
Chapter Title: Begging
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When they reached their room, Harry was still smiling. "So ..." he said, turning to face Draco and waggling his eyebrows.
"So, I was thinking it would be nice to continue that kiss," Draco said with a smile, slipping out of his robes.
Harry smirked. "It might be," he said, laughter in his voice as he pulled his own robe off.
Draco took off his shoes and then stretched out on the bed, losing his hair tie and letting his hair fan out on the pillow.
Harry grinned at the man on his bed, on their bed. He grinned at his husband. He sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled his shoes off before scooting up on the bed to lay with Draco. He propped up on one elbow and smiled down at him.
Draco lay there looking up expectantly, a small smile on his face.
Harry let out a small amused breath through his nose and cupped the side of Draco's face. He smiled at him for a few more seconds, wondering how he had gotten so lucky to have him, and then leaned down and pressed his lips to Draco's, kissing him slowly.
Draco opened to Harry now as he had the first time in the Room of Requirement. His heart was beating faster and he trembled again. Harry always had this effect on him.
Harry licked just a bit at Draco's lips, his eyes closed now. Simply kissing Draco made him feel like everything was perfect in the world. It was ridiculous, because he knew it wasn't true, but he could feel no other way while he was kissing this man.
Draco's tongue slid against Harry's, licking at the insides of his lips and his hand slid up to touch his lover's face as well.
Harry licked slowly at Draco's tongue and then slid it into his mouth fully, moving them together, so slowly. Kissing Draco was amazing and Harry very much doubted anyone else could kiss him like this.
A kiss worth everything, Draco thought. Nothing and no one had ever made him feel the way Harry did. His body hummed with the touch and taste of him. When Harry kissed him, it felt like he kissed all of him.
Harry finally pulled back to take a breath and he stared down into Draco's face, eyes lingering on his swelling lips. "I never thought I would feel like this," he whispered. "I always thought I would fall in love one day, but I never thought it would feel this way."
Draco smiled softly. "It hurt so much when I couldn't have you."
"I can't even imagine how you felt," Harry said. "If I'd had to look at you every day and know that I couldn't have you, Merlin, I'd - I'd go mad. I wish I could go back and beat myself round the head. You were always right there and I was just - so daft." He paused and sighed. "You know what I said to you that one day in Parseltongue?"
"No," Draco said with a smile, remembering. "I enjoyed it though."
Harry snorted. "Me too," he said, but then he leaned in and kissed Draco softly before pulling back again. "I told you how I wanked over you once in fifth year."
Draco's eyes widened. "You didn’t."
"Yes, I did," said Harry, nodding. "I was so fucking angry. I was wanking over Mandy Broklehurst, you know, that blonde Ravenclaw girl? We'd fought that day and I was still mad at you. I can't even remember what you did now, but you were on my mind then, and wanking over a blonde girl wasn't helping. She turned into you in my head and you wouldn't leave. I tried to get you out and that made me even angrier because I felt like you were somehow doing it on purpose, but I came so bloody hard."
Draco laughed, grinning. "Gods, that's ... delightful."
Harry smiled. "I thought you'd say that. What would you have done if you'd found out then?"
Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow. "You want me to show you?" he asked.
Harry's eyes glittered at those words. "Certainly," he said, smirking.
"You are a pervert you know," Draco teased. "You like me to tell you nasty things I would have liked to do to poor, innocent, younger Harry."
"Yes, I'm a pervert, I know." Harry grinned. "And yes, I like you to tell me nasty things that you would have liked to have done to me when I was younger and innocent and very, very poor, because you only wanted to do them and didn't actually do them. As you've said before, I'm making up for lost time." He laughed.
Draco laughed again. Then he Accio'd his wand and hit his lover with a Stunning Spell.
When Harry came to, he wasn't even aware that he had opened his eyes at first. He was laying naked, blindfolded and tied spread eagle. His heart began beating faster and he was actually scared for a moment while he tried to remember where he was. But then he sighed with relief when he remembered who had cast the Stupefy, that sneaky prat. His heart beat quickly for an altogether different reason. "Draco?" he asked.
"What's the matter, Potter? Scared?" came a familiar sneer.
Harry grinned, but tried to hide it. He didn't answer for a moment. "Malfoy?" he asked, fighting so hard to keep the excited smile off his face.
"Shouldn't be wandering the halls alone after curfew," Draco drawled. "Never know what might happen to you."
Oh fucking shit, Harry thought, and his cock twitched. He flushed a bit. "Fucking let me out of here, please," he said, the last word very quiet. He wouldn't have said please back then, but the last thing he wanted was for Draco to let him out, so he hoped he would ignore the word, but then he thought of something that might work. "Draco, ignore every command I give you until I say so," he said.
There was a silent pause and then, "Why would I let you go, Potter? You seem to be enjoying yourself."
Harry shivered and his cock twitched again. "Why have you tied me up?" he asked, voice hard. "And where the fuck are my clothes?"
There was a light touch on his left nipple, the sensation causing it to harden.
Harry sucked in a quick breath. "Are you fucking touching me now?!" he asked. "Where am I? What are you doing?"
His other nipple got the same treatment before he felt a finger start at his throat and begin trailing slowly down the centre of his chest.
Harry let out a shaky breath very slowly so that it wouldn't be audible. "Malfoy, what the hell are you doing?! Are you fucking mental?! Do you have a death wish?"
The finger kept moving slowly down his belly toward his twitching cock. The only sound in the room was Harry's own voice.
Oh, fucking shit, Harry thought again. He tensed his muscles, trying to keep from trembling. "I'm serious, Malfoy," he said.
"Are you saying you want me to stop, Potter?" Draco drawled in a voice full of amusement.
Now this is where he had to stop and think. His fifteen-year-old self would have been terrified and mad as all hell, but his seventeen-year-old self was hot and very aroused. He wanted Draco to touch him, lick him, suck him, fuck him, but he couldn't say that. He remained silent, his features screwed up in anger.
Wicked laughter met his silence as the finger continued down until it rested at the base of his cock, then slid just as slowly up the shaft.
Harry shivered again, not being able to help it, and held in a groan. He gritted his teeth, still not saying anything.
The finger made its way carefully to the crown and then smeared the drop of pre-come collected there before seeming to disappear. There was a dip in the bed as someone else climbed onto the mattress and settled between Harry's outstretched legs.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Harry tried in vain to close his legs, but they were tied and he was very glad. His whole body flushed with glorious heat as he could feel Draco so fucking close to him. "What do you want with me?" Harry asked, trying to sound angry, but not doing it so well.
"The question, Potter," the voice purred, "is what do you want? What do you really want?" A hand rested on his thigh now, and slid gently up to his hip.
Harry swallowed and flushed even brighter with heat. He once again didn't say anything, wanting so badly to beg for it. He settled for trying to move over just a tiny bit into Draco's hand, trying to press against him.
The hand slid back down and then moved over to the other thigh, giving it the same treatment and then sliding up to rest on his belly just above Harry's cock. Harry could feel the heat of the other man between his legs and hovering near his cock.
This was torture in its sweetest form; Harry had no doubt. He was getting harder by the second and so desperate for some attention other than the teasing touches of that fucking hand. "Malfoy," he said very quietly.
"Potter," the voice answered in a tone that was reminiscent of Snape.
Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes despite the blindfold. "If you're going to touch me, do it," he said, still quiet and sounding like he didn't want to say that, but oh, Merlin, he did.
"I am touching you, Potter." The hand slid up to Harry's chest again and the mattress shifted.
Harry knew that Draco was probably hovering over him at that moment, his body just out of reach. He let out a very quiet growl of frustration. "Touch ... my ..." he trailed off, wondering if he should give in just yet.
"Saint Potter, laying spread beneath me with his cock so hard it looks painful," Draco sneered. "Maybe I should get Creevy down here for a photograph?"
Harry let out a strangled groan at that. He was panting slightly through his nose now, eyes still shut tightly. "Just do it," he let out in a gasping breath.
Draco continued to hold himself up over Harry's body. "So eager and so angry," Draco sneered. "A favourite combination of mine." His own body trembled a bit as well, and his cock, as hard as Harry's, touched lightly against the other man's. He hissed at the sensation, pulling back.
Harry had attempted to arch up into that, but he couldn't and it frustrated him beyond belief. "Shit," he groaned in that strangled way again. "Malfoy, just do it," he said, sounding like he was almost pleading - almost, but not quite yet.
"Since when do I take orders from you, Potter?" the voice above him hissed.
Harry gasped quietly. "Then why have you got me down here?" he spat, trying to arch again. "If you're not going to do it?"
"Beg me for it, Potter? I want to hear The Chosen One beg me," Draco hissed, knees just barely touching the inside of Harry's thighs.
Harry moaned. "You would, wouldn't you?" he said. "Just doing this to me isn't enough, is it?"
"No, not enough," Draco sneered. "I love seeing you helpless and angry, knowing that I could do whatever I wanted to you. But it isn't enough. I want you to beg me to violate you."
Harry growled. "Fuck you," he said, but then, "Please, touch my cock, you fucking prick." He had to bite his lip again to keep the smirk off his face.
A low chuckle was the response to that declaration. "No, Potter," Draco sneered, "that most certainly will not do. I guess I will have to satisfy myself without you." There was another shift in the bed as Draco's weight returned between Harry's knees. And then there was a small moan and the bed shook slightly.
Harry growled again and resisted for about two seconds. "No, wait - just," another growl, "just touch my cock, please," he said, voice strained. This was so fucking hot.
Harry could feel the bed shake as Draco continued to stroke himself, the lube making a wet sound. "Potter," he growled, "if I come before you beg me, I will come on you and leave you like this! I am sure Filch will find it interesting."
Harry's cock twitched at that. "Oh, shit, please touch me!" he begged. "Do anything you want, just please!" Those little wet sounds were maddening and Harry's cock throbbed.
A deep chuckle was the response. "Who are you begging? Say my name; I want to hear it."
"Malfoy," said Harry, knowing that Draco didn't want to hear his surname. "Malfoy, please!"
"Put it together, fool," Draco sneered. "Did you just say that Draco Malfoy can do anything to you? That is what you want? Say it then!" The voice was sharp and hoarse.
"Please, Draco!" Harry cried. "Draco, do anything!" Oh, Merlin, he was so hot and panting and he wanted Draco so badly.
Long, slick fingers closed around Harry's cock, and he could feel Draco's body move up to tuck in close between his legs. "Fuck, yes," was Draco's verbal reply.
Harry moaned so loud and long it made him blush. "Yes," he hissed through his teeth. "Oh, Merlin, yes, Draco!"
Draco's hand pumped Harry's cock for a minute but then slid down, pressing into him. The fingers trembled a bit, giving away just how excited Draco was after all this teasing. "Fuck, Potter," he hissed. "I am going to fuck you until you scream my name like I am your god."
Harry moaned again. "Oh, yes, anything," he gasped, feeling so fucking, gaping open.
Draco's fingers slid back as he guided himself into Harry, pressing in for a minute and stopping. He breathing was ragged and Harry could feel the tremble in his body.
"Fuck me. Merlin, I don't care, fuck me, please!" Harry cried. "I want you!"
"Yes," Draco gasped, his hands grasping Harry's hips as he slid into him. There was another pause and then Draco began to pump his hips, rocking back and then driving deep inside Harry.
Harry gasped again and tossed his head, it being the only movement he could make besides the smallest moving of his own hips. "You ... got me ... off," he panted between thrusts. "I came ... thinking about ... you. Oh fuck!"
"You want me! You want this!" Draco growled.
"Yes!" Harry shouted, his head thrown back and his neck exposed. "I want your cock in me! Fucking me like this!"
"Inside you, deep inside you," Draco growled. "Always part of you."
Harry wasn't playing anymore. "Yes!" he cried. "Yes, inside me! Draco! Oh, Draco only you could do this to me!" Draco thrusts felt so good with that slick entry and the delicious burn that told Harry he would feel him afterwards, just the way he loved it.
Draco's hands pulled at Harry's hips until he was higher, almost in his lap, so that he could fuck him deeper. He growled when the ropes prevented what he wanted. Harry felt Draco’s hand leave his hip and then the sudden release of the ropes on his ankles.
Harry immediately brought his legs up to wrap around Draco, gasping as the switch had Draco brushing his prostate. He screamed with pleasure, his body trembling. "Yes, love!" Harry yelled. "Oh, yes, right there!"
Trembling with Harry's intensity, waves of pleasure and magic setting his body on fire, Draco worked to keep the angle and pace that would keep the energy spiralling. "Oh, Harry, yes, yes, yes!" he chanted.
Harry worked himself on Draco's cock now, clenching around him, his toes curling. The pleasure was so great he shook and his thighs trembled. "Oh, fuck I'm coming!" he yelled, feeling his balls tightening, and then the tension was released and Harry was coming, spurting his hot seed all over himself, just coming and coming. He wondered how he had so much some days. He moaned and gasped and twitched through every second of the glorious orgasm, whispering Draco's name over and over weakly when he was through.
Draco held on tight, feeling the swell of Harry's magic cresting and knowing it was going to be intense. He came in a blinding feel of slick heat, tight muscles, and fiery energy. His scream was wordless and full of such joy it hurt.
Harry spurted out more come as Draco's orgasm hit, his arse clenching around him again. He lay gasping and panting beneath Draco, still unable to see anything.
Only able to feel him. He smiled, chest heaving.
Draco's chest was heaving too and his body was drenched in sweat. His arms shook as he allowed himself to let Harry's hips slide back to the bed. He sat on his knees between his lover's legs and worked to find his sense of balance before moving.
Harry took slow, steady breaths. He didn't speak for a bit. "I'm the pervert?" he said finally with a weak laugh.
"Yes, yes you are," came the whisper, and then Harry could feel the bed shake with what sounded like laughter or crying, but it was unclear.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Draco?" he asked quietly, not knowing how to react. "You want to untie me and take this thing off my eyes?"
There was a long minute without a response from Draco and then Harry felt the bed shift and the ropes and blindfold disappear.
Harry opened his eyes, which had been closed while covered. He rubbed his wrists where the ropes had been. "Draco?" he asked again.
Draco knelt, his head bowed, hair falling around his face and his hands resting on his thighs. He was gleaming wet with sweat and still panting.
Harry sat up slowly and scooted over to Draco. He bent and looked up at Draco from below, up into his curtain of hair.
Tears rolled down Draco's cheeks and he was laughing. And Harry looked adorable, peering up at him like that. "Hi, love," he whispered.
Harry stared at Draco confusedly, unsure of how to react still. "Hi," he whispered back.
Draco brought his hand up to his own face, wiping away the tears and tossing his hair back. Wet strands clung to him. "You really did come thinking of me back then?" he asked quietly.
Harry smiled softly and nodded, sitting back a bit. He hadn't realised telling Draco that might mean so much.
"I used to get so very mad at you. I wanted to hurt you then," Draco said quietly. "I couldn't understand why I had to be obsessed with someone who clearly didn't even like me, let alone want me."
Harry winced. "I just didn't realise it," he whispered. "Do you know how angry I was after I did that? You were a boy and you were - you. I stopped wanking off over blondes completely. I had been afraid that it would happen again. And then I just - put it out of my mind. I refused to think about it."
Draco nodded, looking down. He had been holding onto his thighs so tight that he had left an impression of the construct hand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "We are here now," he smiled, "and you were definitely worth the wait."
Harry beamed. "I'm glad you waited for me," he whispered. "And I'm very, very glad that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, in love with you, married to you and someday, we'll get a cat." He laughed gently.
Draco burst out laughing, his head thrown back. He had completely forgotten about the damned cat thing.
Harry laughed too, watching Draco delightedly. He was so beautifully perfect and Harry still could hardly believe his luck.
Draco was still laughing when he tackled Harry, pulling him down to the bed with him again and raining kisses on his face.
Harry grinned widely as Draco kissed him. He felt like a little kid, besides the fact that he was a naked, just-shagged seventeen-year-old being kissed by his husband.
Draco felt deliriously happy and he lay back on the bed, still chuckling and holding Harry. "So when do we get the cat?" he asked.
Harry snorted. "Whenever you want," he answered happily.
Draco sighed and looked with shining eyes at his lover. "I have never been happier in my life," he said.