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The Knife's Edge
Chapter Number/Total: 35/44
Chapter Title: The Knife's Edge
Words: 3227 Words
It was a little after breakfast and Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione had all moved into the study to finally discuss what Harry and Draco had learnt from - or discussed with, rather - Snape.
“So he didn't tell you much of anything?" asked Ron. "You both risked your necks to go and listen to him tell you what we already know?"
Harry sighed. "I think he wanted us to go so he could..." He trailed off angrily. "Never mind. Yeah, we basically didn't learn anything new. Just thought that maybe we should go and talk to the people at the orphanage Voldemort lived at as a child."
"He could be holding back something." Draco sighed. "He is pretty angry with us right now."
Hermione frowned and shook her head. "He needs to realise that he should get over his anger and help Harry. Harry's the only one who can do this."
Harry sighed. "I don't care if I ever see that overgrown bat again," he said angrily, even though he knew he would most likely go back.
"It's odd to think of the Dark Lord as a child, isn't it," Draco said, frowning. "What was he like? Didn't you say you saw him in the Pensieve?"
Harry nodded. "It was very odd... He was a bit strange, but he sort of reminded me of ... me. I - I almost felt sorry for him at the time. I know what it's like to be alone. To think there's no one in the world that loves you, but he had a choice and he chose the path he's taken."
Draco cocked his head, looking at Harry seriously. He reached a hand over and laid it on his leg.
Harry smiled at the gesture. "I don't think he ever loved anyone in his life, not even as a child. That's one of the main differences between us, I think. Even when I didn't have anyone, I still loved my parents. Voldemort never felt anything for anyone except himself. Dumbledore said that was my power over him."
"Love is your power?" Draco smirked.
Harry snorted. "I don't know," he said. "I suppose so. That's what Dumbledore said anyway."
Draco was trying his best not to say anything more but the effort cause him to make some strange faces.
Harry snorted again and Hermione shook her head.
"Oh, you two," she said.
"Hey!" Draco laughed. "I didn't actually say I thought it was his cock."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and Ron cleared his throat.
“I'm pretty sure it's not," said Harry, still laughing. "Could you imagine?"
"That's the problem," Draco laughed, "I can."
Hermione raised both eyebrows and seemed to be trying to imagine what Draco was imagining. That made Harry laugh harder.
"What would I do?" he asked. "Waggle it at him?"
"Sorry, don't think I am willing to share it," Draco said in a false serious voice.
"You know, one's mind is quite the place. So many images can be conjured from just that one sentence."
Harry turned his head to see Fred and George standing just inside the room, big grins on their faces.
"Indeed, brother," said Fred. "One must wonder what on earth Harry's mind is supplying."
Harry flushed. "Hello," he said, eyes narrowed and a tight smile on his lips.
Fred and George laughed.
Draco flushed dark pink and grinned. "Probably close to what was intended," he quipped.
"I would almost think you enjoy it when they say things like that to me," Harry said to Draco, elbowing him playfully.
Draco smirked, still flushed, and drew the book next to him into his lap, opening it at random.
Harry gave Draco a funny look.
"When did you guys get here?" asked Ron, looking like he very much wanted to change the subject.
"Oh, I don't know," said George sarcastically. "We've been hiding in the corner all morning."
"You guys close up shop all right?" asked Harry.
"Yeah," said George. "We didn't want to, but Ministry orders." He sighed and shrugged.
Draco smiled innocently at Harry but his face was still a bit flushed.
"You all right there, mate?" asked Fred, smirking at Draco.
"Fine," Draco said, but he felt a bit nervous.
Both twins chuckled and exchanged knowing glances.
Harry's face flushed now, too. He knew exactly what was wrong with Draco.
Draco tried for the moment to ignore everyone, pretending to read the book in front of him. Which might have worked -- if it wasn't upside down.
"Why are you reading that book upside down?" asked Ron and Harry threw him a look, but Fred and George burst out laughing.
"Oh, Merlin, it's too easy!" said George. "Too easy!"
Draco dropped his face into his hands, his ears turning pink again.
Harry scowled. "Must you take the piss every time you see us?"
"Yes," gasped Fred, still laughing. "Yes, we must."
Draco breathed slow and deep, trying not to listen to anything said around him. It was bad enough that Harry turned him on without trying, but the fact that the twins' teasing had this effect was even more embarrassing.
Harry didn't really know what to do to make them stop. "Do you want to go upstairs?" he whispered in Draco's ear while Fred and George nearly died from lack of air.
Draco nodded but continued to hide his face, book still in his lap.
"Well, do you want to Apparate us?" Harry continued to whisper. "Because unless that book is there for some other reason, I'm sort of thinking you might not want to stand up."
"C-can't," Draco hissed.
Harry huffed at Fred and George and got to his feet, pulling Draco up as well. He stood in front of Draco, obscuring his front, and led them out of the room, Fred and George's laughter ringing in his ears.
Once out in the hall, Draco pushed Harry against the wall, pressing his crotch into Harry's arse and his face alongside Harry's.
Harry gasped, not having been expecting that. "Shit, Draco," he whispered, his cock jumping in his trousers.
"I could fuck you right here," Draco growled, rubbing his hard cock against his lover through the clothes. "I would love to show them what they are missing," he continued. Then he stepped back, pulled Harry back with him and Apparated them to their room.
Harry's entire body tingled with pleasure at Draco's words. "Show me what they're missing, please," he said huskily, turning in Draco's arms.
Draco growled again, breathing hard as he reached his hand into Harry's hair and pulled, controlling his head as he kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue hard into his mouth.
Harry's eyes darkened. Oh, yes, he thought. Perhaps Fred and George being there wouldn't be so bad at all if it did this to Draco.
Draco continued kissing him and backing Harry up toward the bed. When he got within reach, he pulled back, smiling wickedly at his lover. "Trust me?" he asked.
Harry, breathing heavily, nodded. His cock twitched again.
"Turn about and take hold of the bedpost," Draco commanded, drawing his wand.
Harry's heart began beating so fast, it nearly surprised him. He slowly did as he was told, gripping the bed post very tightly.
Draco cast a charm and ropes bound Harry's hands to the post. He nodded, smiling, walking over and placing Locking and Silencing Charms on the door as well.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry whimpered quietly, testing out the ropes. They definitely held. His breathing accelerated even more. He sounded scared, but one look at his face would show that he was turned on beyond belief.
Draco swaggered over to the helpless man tied to his bed, a large, very wicked grin on his face. He stood behind him for a moment, enjoying the view as Harry trembled. Draco set his wand down and began to strip.
Harry turned his head slightly to watch Draco, his mouth open slightly as he panted. He flexed his fingers again, his cock jumping because he could hardly move them at all.
Draco stripped slowly, knowing that Harry was watching him, lying each piece of clothing across the chair. Then he reached back and let his hair down, shaking it so the blond silken locks flowed around his face and just touched the top of his shoulders. A summer of eating well and lots of sex hadn't hurt his form either. He was still lean but he had put more muscle back on, too. His cock was hard and stood out from the hair of his crotch. When he walked back toward Harry, he made sure to make it the kind of predatory stalk that was bound to be just a bit frightening.
Harry swallowed. He was shaking with pleasure and perhaps a little bit of nervousness, but he knew Draco wouldn't hurt him ... unless he wanted him to.
The blond stepped up behind Harry again. He had his wand and a small knife. He placed both beside the bed in clear view of Harry. Then he reached his hand forward over Harry's hip and caressed the other man's cock, still trapped in those blue Muggle trousers he favoured.
Harry's eyes widened as he saw the knife, but he moaned as Draco touched him. He was definitely nervous now, but he badly wanted to see what Draco was going to do and so he didn't say anything, just pressed into Draco's hand.
Draco grinned and reached for the knife with this hand. He was glad that Harry had worn one of those ugly, over-sized shirts today. He reached for the neckline of the shirt and brought the knife up. He carefully used the knife to slit the fabric a couple of inches. He then put the knife back down. He stepped in closer and grabbed each edge of the cut and ripped. The sound of tearing cloth was loud and made his cock twitch hard.
Harry seemed to hold his breath as the knife came near him, but then let it all out in a whoosh as it was simply used to cut his shirt. His eyes burned with desire as he watched Draco rip his shirt off him. There was just something so sexy about it.
"Mmmm," Draco hummed as he exposed his lover's upper body, enjoying the ripping of fabric and the shiver as Harry reacted to his actions. He reached around Harry's waist, using both construct and hand to unbutton Harry's trousers and then push and pull them down his hips and to his knees. He left them there, thinking it made Harry look more vulnerable.
Harry was panting again and his eyes slid half-way shut. He still didn't say anything, thinking it would go better with whatever game they were playing. He would do whatever Draco wanted him to, or whatever Draco 'forced' him to.
Draco pressed his body against the back of Harry's, his cock nestled in the crevice of the other man's arse as the blond brought his face alongside Harry's. "Well, Potter," Draco sneered, "I finally have you where I want you. Helpless." He took the knife and pressed the cold steel of it against one of the other man's nipples.
Harry couldn't help another moan and a shiver as the cool blade pressed against his hot skin. He swallowed again and looked down at Draco's hand.
Draco moved the blade to his construct hand, pressing it to Harry's other nipple while he used his fingers to pinch the first one, hard.
Harry cried out and squeezed his eyes shut, his cock lurching.
Draco ran the blade carefully over the flesh of Harry's chest and stomach, his hard cock still pressed against his arse. "Harry Potter, tied and shaking," Draco continued. "At the mercy of his old school rival. What shall I do to you? Hmmm?"
Harry didn't know if he was supposed to answer or not. He moaned quietly and his arse clenched of its own accord.
Draco brought the knife up to Harry's throat, pressing the flat of the blade against that soft flesh. "Hold very still, Potter," he continued to sneer in that voice Harry had always hated. The fingers of his hand pinched Harry's other nipple and pulled it hard, even as he bit down on Harry's shoulder.
Harry had to fight to keep still. The pulse point in his neck was visibly throbbing, as was his heart. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes and he could swear they were standing in the dungeons at school instead of there in the bedroom.
"What would the others think now?" Draco rasped, "if they could see their Golden Boy?" Draco continued to hold the knife to Harry's throat, but held him tight against his own body as he placed a series of hard bites across Harry's shoulders.
Harry hissed through his teeth as Draco bit him and shivered against the feel of the knife. His cock was so fucking hard and he could feel the slick pre-come leaking from the head.
Draco's cock slid back and forth against the crack of Harry's arse as the man tried to hold his upper body still, tensing his arse muscles. Draco slid his hand down Harry's chest to his stomach and then further so that his hand lay flat against the skin and hair just above Harry's cock. "Don't move, Potter," he continued. "I wouldn't want to damage their favourite boy. Well, not too much at least." Pressing Harry against him with his hand in front, Draco rocked his hips slowly, rubbing his cock harder between those lovely mounds of flesh.
Harry's moan was so pitiful it made him blush. He wanted to be fucked so badly he could scarcely think. He held very still, no matter how much he wanted to push back against Draco.
"You are trembling, Potter," Draco whispered. "Having you like this, makes my cock so hard. I want to shove my hard, thick cock up your arse. I am going to fuck you until you scream." Draco slid his hand back to Harry's hip and then reached for the lube. He pulled back long enough to slick his own cock. He ran very slick fingers along Harry's crack but didn't press into him. The blade remained against Harry's throat.
Harry was trembling and he knew Draco wasn't lying about fucking him. And oh, fucking Merlin! Hearing Draco talk like that sent shivers and tingles down Harry's spine, making him move just the slightest little bit against the knife. He held his head turned upwards, his throat vulnerable and exposed.
Draco pressed the head of his cock between those beautiful arse cheeks and rubbed it up and down a few times, hissing at the sensation. Then he pressed forward and down until he positioned his cock at Harry's entrance, pressing forward just enough for the other man to feel the pressure but not breach him yet. "Always wanted to fuck you, to feel my cock pressing into you and know that I could," he continued to whisper in Harry's ear. "Now I can shove my cock up your arse and fuck you as hard and fast as I want. Can't I, Potter?"
Harry gave two very slow nods, his breathing shallow and still sort of quick. He felt more pre-come ooze out of him and moaned again.
Draco's hand returned to Harry's lower abdomen, and then he pressed hard into Harry, feeling the head of his cock breach his tight opening. He didn't stop, but pressed forward until his cock was buried in the other man. "Yes, fucking you, Potter," he gasped, "Fucking Potter, always chasing that beautiful arse of yours and never quite catching you. Now I have, haven't I?"
Harry cried out again and pulled his hands, not remembering that he was tied. "Yes," he whispered, half a hiss.
"Yes," Draco echoed him. "I am going to fuck you hard and deep. Do you hear me, Saint Potter? Draco Malfoy has your arse." With that, Draco slid back and rocked forward again, groaning loudly as he pressed deeper.
Harry grunted, his eyes still closed as Draco slid into him. This was so hot. How had Harry resisted Draco back in school when he had truly been this way? He had no idea how he had done it.
Draco's hand reached further around Harry, holding him tightly to control his hips as he thrust again and again, the knife still at Harry's throat but not pressed so firmly now. "My cock feels so right in your arse," he continued. "Fucking filling you with me. Inside you, Potter, always going to be inside you."
"Yes," Harry hissed again, clenching the muscles in his arse instinctively. He knew he was going to be sore after this, but it didn't fucking matter. He wanted to be sore after this.
"You are going to come with my cock in your arse, Potter!" Draco snarled. "You are going to come without me even touching your cock. Do you hear me? You are mine now and I can do this to you!" Draco thrust harder and faster, sweat pouring down his body now.
Harry threw his head back and his hands hurt from the strain of the ropes. He knew he was going to come hard; he could feel it. Draco's snarling voice sent new shivers through him and he desperately wanted to push back against him. "Yes, yes," he hissed.
Draco was bent now, his arm around Harry's waist and his face against the other man's shoulder as he fucked him as hard and fast as he could. His construct hand still held the knife, but it was drawn back, not too near that precious throat now. "Mine now," he was snarling, barely thinking, but feeling every inch of the man he fucked and releasing all those years of pent up desire and anger.
"Yours," Harry gasped and then he was coming, covering the post and floor with it and keening low in his throat as pleasure spread all through his body, hot and quick.
Harry's magic roared over his skin even as his arse clenched around his cock. Draco screamed, coming hard and long into his lover. The knife accidentally pressed into the skin of the other man's shoulder as he did. But even though Harry could feel the sharpness of it, it didn't cut him.
Harry hissed at the pain of the knife, but the pleasure was too great for him to really care. He slumped forward slightly, head falling and arms going limp, held up only by the ropes.
Draco was shuddering and sobbing against Harry's back now. "Mine, mine, finally mine." His arm around Harry's waist held the other man when he slumped and he dropped the knife to lay the construct against his chest, holding him pressed tightly to his own body.
Harry finally opened his eyes slowly. He picked his head up again and laid it back against Draco as it was the only part of his body he could use to touch him. "Never leaving," he whispered. "Yours forever."
Draco reached a shaky hand out for his wand and used it to release the ropes. Harry's body slipped away from Draco's cock and he caught the other man in his arms and laid him on the bed.
Chapter Title: The Knife's Edge
Words: 3227 Words
It was a little after breakfast and Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione had all moved into the study to finally discuss what Harry and Draco had learnt from - or discussed with, rather - Snape.
“So he didn't tell you much of anything?" asked Ron. "You both risked your necks to go and listen to him tell you what we already know?"
Harry sighed. "I think he wanted us to go so he could..." He trailed off angrily. "Never mind. Yeah, we basically didn't learn anything new. Just thought that maybe we should go and talk to the people at the orphanage Voldemort lived at as a child."
"He could be holding back something." Draco sighed. "He is pretty angry with us right now."
Hermione frowned and shook her head. "He needs to realise that he should get over his anger and help Harry. Harry's the only one who can do this."
Harry sighed. "I don't care if I ever see that overgrown bat again," he said angrily, even though he knew he would most likely go back.
"It's odd to think of the Dark Lord as a child, isn't it," Draco said, frowning. "What was he like? Didn't you say you saw him in the Pensieve?"
Harry nodded. "It was very odd... He was a bit strange, but he sort of reminded me of ... me. I - I almost felt sorry for him at the time. I know what it's like to be alone. To think there's no one in the world that loves you, but he had a choice and he chose the path he's taken."
Draco cocked his head, looking at Harry seriously. He reached a hand over and laid it on his leg.
Harry smiled at the gesture. "I don't think he ever loved anyone in his life, not even as a child. That's one of the main differences between us, I think. Even when I didn't have anyone, I still loved my parents. Voldemort never felt anything for anyone except himself. Dumbledore said that was my power over him."
"Love is your power?" Draco smirked.
Harry snorted. "I don't know," he said. "I suppose so. That's what Dumbledore said anyway."
Draco was trying his best not to say anything more but the effort cause him to make some strange faces.
Harry snorted again and Hermione shook her head.
"Oh, you two," she said.
"Hey!" Draco laughed. "I didn't actually say I thought it was his cock."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and Ron cleared his throat.
“I'm pretty sure it's not," said Harry, still laughing. "Could you imagine?"
"That's the problem," Draco laughed, "I can."
Hermione raised both eyebrows and seemed to be trying to imagine what Draco was imagining. That made Harry laugh harder.
"What would I do?" he asked. "Waggle it at him?"
"Sorry, don't think I am willing to share it," Draco said in a false serious voice.
"You know, one's mind is quite the place. So many images can be conjured from just that one sentence."
Harry turned his head to see Fred and George standing just inside the room, big grins on their faces.
"Indeed, brother," said Fred. "One must wonder what on earth Harry's mind is supplying."
Harry flushed. "Hello," he said, eyes narrowed and a tight smile on his lips.
Fred and George laughed.
Draco flushed dark pink and grinned. "Probably close to what was intended," he quipped.
"I would almost think you enjoy it when they say things like that to me," Harry said to Draco, elbowing him playfully.
Draco smirked, still flushed, and drew the book next to him into his lap, opening it at random.
Harry gave Draco a funny look.
"When did you guys get here?" asked Ron, looking like he very much wanted to change the subject.
"Oh, I don't know," said George sarcastically. "We've been hiding in the corner all morning."
"You guys close up shop all right?" asked Harry.
"Yeah," said George. "We didn't want to, but Ministry orders." He sighed and shrugged.
Draco smiled innocently at Harry but his face was still a bit flushed.
"You all right there, mate?" asked Fred, smirking at Draco.
"Fine," Draco said, but he felt a bit nervous.
Both twins chuckled and exchanged knowing glances.
Harry's face flushed now, too. He knew exactly what was wrong with Draco.
Draco tried for the moment to ignore everyone, pretending to read the book in front of him. Which might have worked -- if it wasn't upside down.
"Why are you reading that book upside down?" asked Ron and Harry threw him a look, but Fred and George burst out laughing.
"Oh, Merlin, it's too easy!" said George. "Too easy!"
Draco dropped his face into his hands, his ears turning pink again.
Harry scowled. "Must you take the piss every time you see us?"
"Yes," gasped Fred, still laughing. "Yes, we must."
Draco breathed slow and deep, trying not to listen to anything said around him. It was bad enough that Harry turned him on without trying, but the fact that the twins' teasing had this effect was even more embarrassing.
Harry didn't really know what to do to make them stop. "Do you want to go upstairs?" he whispered in Draco's ear while Fred and George nearly died from lack of air.
Draco nodded but continued to hide his face, book still in his lap.
"Well, do you want to Apparate us?" Harry continued to whisper. "Because unless that book is there for some other reason, I'm sort of thinking you might not want to stand up."
"C-can't," Draco hissed.
Harry huffed at Fred and George and got to his feet, pulling Draco up as well. He stood in front of Draco, obscuring his front, and led them out of the room, Fred and George's laughter ringing in his ears.
Once out in the hall, Draco pushed Harry against the wall, pressing his crotch into Harry's arse and his face alongside Harry's.
Harry gasped, not having been expecting that. "Shit, Draco," he whispered, his cock jumping in his trousers.
"I could fuck you right here," Draco growled, rubbing his hard cock against his lover through the clothes. "I would love to show them what they are missing," he continued. Then he stepped back, pulled Harry back with him and Apparated them to their room.
Harry's entire body tingled with pleasure at Draco's words. "Show me what they're missing, please," he said huskily, turning in Draco's arms.
Draco growled again, breathing hard as he reached his hand into Harry's hair and pulled, controlling his head as he kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue hard into his mouth.
Harry's eyes darkened. Oh, yes, he thought. Perhaps Fred and George being there wouldn't be so bad at all if it did this to Draco.
Draco continued kissing him and backing Harry up toward the bed. When he got within reach, he pulled back, smiling wickedly at his lover. "Trust me?" he asked.
Harry, breathing heavily, nodded. His cock twitched again.
"Turn about and take hold of the bedpost," Draco commanded, drawing his wand.
Harry's heart began beating so fast, it nearly surprised him. He slowly did as he was told, gripping the bed post very tightly.
Draco cast a charm and ropes bound Harry's hands to the post. He nodded, smiling, walking over and placing Locking and Silencing Charms on the door as well.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry whimpered quietly, testing out the ropes. They definitely held. His breathing accelerated even more. He sounded scared, but one look at his face would show that he was turned on beyond belief.
Draco swaggered over to the helpless man tied to his bed, a large, very wicked grin on his face. He stood behind him for a moment, enjoying the view as Harry trembled. Draco set his wand down and began to strip.
Harry turned his head slightly to watch Draco, his mouth open slightly as he panted. He flexed his fingers again, his cock jumping because he could hardly move them at all.
Draco stripped slowly, knowing that Harry was watching him, lying each piece of clothing across the chair. Then he reached back and let his hair down, shaking it so the blond silken locks flowed around his face and just touched the top of his shoulders. A summer of eating well and lots of sex hadn't hurt his form either. He was still lean but he had put more muscle back on, too. His cock was hard and stood out from the hair of his crotch. When he walked back toward Harry, he made sure to make it the kind of predatory stalk that was bound to be just a bit frightening.
Harry swallowed. He was shaking with pleasure and perhaps a little bit of nervousness, but he knew Draco wouldn't hurt him ... unless he wanted him to.
The blond stepped up behind Harry again. He had his wand and a small knife. He placed both beside the bed in clear view of Harry. Then he reached his hand forward over Harry's hip and caressed the other man's cock, still trapped in those blue Muggle trousers he favoured.
Harry's eyes widened as he saw the knife, but he moaned as Draco touched him. He was definitely nervous now, but he badly wanted to see what Draco was going to do and so he didn't say anything, just pressed into Draco's hand.
Draco grinned and reached for the knife with this hand. He was glad that Harry had worn one of those ugly, over-sized shirts today. He reached for the neckline of the shirt and brought the knife up. He carefully used the knife to slit the fabric a couple of inches. He then put the knife back down. He stepped in closer and grabbed each edge of the cut and ripped. The sound of tearing cloth was loud and made his cock twitch hard.
Harry seemed to hold his breath as the knife came near him, but then let it all out in a whoosh as it was simply used to cut his shirt. His eyes burned with desire as he watched Draco rip his shirt off him. There was just something so sexy about it.
"Mmmm," Draco hummed as he exposed his lover's upper body, enjoying the ripping of fabric and the shiver as Harry reacted to his actions. He reached around Harry's waist, using both construct and hand to unbutton Harry's trousers and then push and pull them down his hips and to his knees. He left them there, thinking it made Harry look more vulnerable.
Harry was panting again and his eyes slid half-way shut. He still didn't say anything, thinking it would go better with whatever game they were playing. He would do whatever Draco wanted him to, or whatever Draco 'forced' him to.
Draco pressed his body against the back of Harry's, his cock nestled in the crevice of the other man's arse as the blond brought his face alongside Harry's. "Well, Potter," Draco sneered, "I finally have you where I want you. Helpless." He took the knife and pressed the cold steel of it against one of the other man's nipples.
Harry couldn't help another moan and a shiver as the cool blade pressed against his hot skin. He swallowed again and looked down at Draco's hand.
Draco moved the blade to his construct hand, pressing it to Harry's other nipple while he used his fingers to pinch the first one, hard.
Harry cried out and squeezed his eyes shut, his cock lurching.
Draco ran the blade carefully over the flesh of Harry's chest and stomach, his hard cock still pressed against his arse. "Harry Potter, tied and shaking," Draco continued. "At the mercy of his old school rival. What shall I do to you? Hmmm?"
Harry didn't know if he was supposed to answer or not. He moaned quietly and his arse clenched of its own accord.
Draco brought the knife up to Harry's throat, pressing the flat of the blade against that soft flesh. "Hold very still, Potter," he continued to sneer in that voice Harry had always hated. The fingers of his hand pinched Harry's other nipple and pulled it hard, even as he bit down on Harry's shoulder.
Harry had to fight to keep still. The pulse point in his neck was visibly throbbing, as was his heart. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes and he could swear they were standing in the dungeons at school instead of there in the bedroom.
"What would the others think now?" Draco rasped, "if they could see their Golden Boy?" Draco continued to hold the knife to Harry's throat, but held him tight against his own body as he placed a series of hard bites across Harry's shoulders.
Harry hissed through his teeth as Draco bit him and shivered against the feel of the knife. His cock was so fucking hard and he could feel the slick pre-come leaking from the head.
Draco's cock slid back and forth against the crack of Harry's arse as the man tried to hold his upper body still, tensing his arse muscles. Draco slid his hand down Harry's chest to his stomach and then further so that his hand lay flat against the skin and hair just above Harry's cock. "Don't move, Potter," he continued. "I wouldn't want to damage their favourite boy. Well, not too much at least." Pressing Harry against him with his hand in front, Draco rocked his hips slowly, rubbing his cock harder between those lovely mounds of flesh.
Harry's moan was so pitiful it made him blush. He wanted to be fucked so badly he could scarcely think. He held very still, no matter how much he wanted to push back against Draco.
"You are trembling, Potter," Draco whispered. "Having you like this, makes my cock so hard. I want to shove my hard, thick cock up your arse. I am going to fuck you until you scream." Draco slid his hand back to Harry's hip and then reached for the lube. He pulled back long enough to slick his own cock. He ran very slick fingers along Harry's crack but didn't press into him. The blade remained against Harry's throat.
Harry was trembling and he knew Draco wasn't lying about fucking him. And oh, fucking Merlin! Hearing Draco talk like that sent shivers and tingles down Harry's spine, making him move just the slightest little bit against the knife. He held his head turned upwards, his throat vulnerable and exposed.
Draco pressed the head of his cock between those beautiful arse cheeks and rubbed it up and down a few times, hissing at the sensation. Then he pressed forward and down until he positioned his cock at Harry's entrance, pressing forward just enough for the other man to feel the pressure but not breach him yet. "Always wanted to fuck you, to feel my cock pressing into you and know that I could," he continued to whisper in Harry's ear. "Now I can shove my cock up your arse and fuck you as hard and fast as I want. Can't I, Potter?"
Harry gave two very slow nods, his breathing shallow and still sort of quick. He felt more pre-come ooze out of him and moaned again.
Draco's hand returned to Harry's lower abdomen, and then he pressed hard into Harry, feeling the head of his cock breach his tight opening. He didn't stop, but pressed forward until his cock was buried in the other man. "Yes, fucking you, Potter," he gasped, "Fucking Potter, always chasing that beautiful arse of yours and never quite catching you. Now I have, haven't I?"
Harry cried out again and pulled his hands, not remembering that he was tied. "Yes," he whispered, half a hiss.
"Yes," Draco echoed him. "I am going to fuck you hard and deep. Do you hear me, Saint Potter? Draco Malfoy has your arse." With that, Draco slid back and rocked forward again, groaning loudly as he pressed deeper.
Harry grunted, his eyes still closed as Draco slid into him. This was so hot. How had Harry resisted Draco back in school when he had truly been this way? He had no idea how he had done it.
Draco's hand reached further around Harry, holding him tightly to control his hips as he thrust again and again, the knife still at Harry's throat but not pressed so firmly now. "My cock feels so right in your arse," he continued. "Fucking filling you with me. Inside you, Potter, always going to be inside you."
"Yes," Harry hissed again, clenching the muscles in his arse instinctively. He knew he was going to be sore after this, but it didn't fucking matter. He wanted to be sore after this.
"You are going to come with my cock in your arse, Potter!" Draco snarled. "You are going to come without me even touching your cock. Do you hear me? You are mine now and I can do this to you!" Draco thrust harder and faster, sweat pouring down his body now.
Harry threw his head back and his hands hurt from the strain of the ropes. He knew he was going to come hard; he could feel it. Draco's snarling voice sent new shivers through him and he desperately wanted to push back against him. "Yes, yes," he hissed.
Draco was bent now, his arm around Harry's waist and his face against the other man's shoulder as he fucked him as hard and fast as he could. His construct hand still held the knife, but it was drawn back, not too near that precious throat now. "Mine now," he was snarling, barely thinking, but feeling every inch of the man he fucked and releasing all those years of pent up desire and anger.
"Yours," Harry gasped and then he was coming, covering the post and floor with it and keening low in his throat as pleasure spread all through his body, hot and quick.
Harry's magic roared over his skin even as his arse clenched around his cock. Draco screamed, coming hard and long into his lover. The knife accidentally pressed into the skin of the other man's shoulder as he did. But even though Harry could feel the sharpness of it, it didn't cut him.
Harry hissed at the pain of the knife, but the pleasure was too great for him to really care. He slumped forward slightly, head falling and arms going limp, held up only by the ropes.
Draco was shuddering and sobbing against Harry's back now. "Mine, mine, finally mine." His arm around Harry's waist held the other man when he slumped and he dropped the knife to lay the construct against his chest, holding him pressed tightly to his own body.
Harry finally opened his eyes slowly. He picked his head up again and laid it back against Draco as it was the only part of his body he could use to touch him. "Never leaving," he whispered. "Yours forever."
Draco reached a shaky hand out for his wand and used it to release the ropes. Harry's body slipped away from Draco's cock and he caught the other man in his arms and laid him on the bed.