To Give Everything

The walk back to the dorms was quite possibly the second longest walk Harry had ever had to endure. Only the walk to Voldemort had seemed longer. When he finally made it inside the common room, the first thing Harry did was go straight up to his bed, pulling the curtains around him and laying down on his stomach. Which didn't help relieve the welts on his chest, so he turned onto his side. It was then he realised that Malfoy had told him to be at the room on Wednesday, and today was only Sunday. He would have to endure this for more than two days. He quietly cursed to himself and then groaned as he stood once more and started to undress, dropping his clothes at the side of his bed. He took everything off so that only the softer sheets of his bed could touch the welts, giving him a little bit more comfort. He was beginning to get used to the thing in his arse, almost to the point where he'd forget it was there. Until he moved, reminding him all over again. He held the phial of oil in his hand and thought about pulling it out so he could sleep, and then putting it back in the morning. But then he thought that he'd have a really hard time doing that, and he probably wouldn't know how to explain why he couldn't get out of bed yet to Ron.

He eventually fell asleep that night, and of course he had dreams that had him aroused when he woke up the next morning. He did nothing about it. He realised that he'd have to shower before getting dressed, and he couldn't do it with the thing inside him .... so, with exactly an hour before breakfast, Harry got up on his hands and knees on his bed and reached back to pull it out. It was difficult as first, and it felt unpleasant moving and twisting the thing against his already sore arsehole. It slowly came out and Harry got a good look at it, making a small face before he moved to get out of the bed to shower.

Putting it back in after was easier than he thought, the feeling definitely not as bad as before. Harry dressed as he normally would have and went down for breakfast after that, shifting around just as much as he thought he might. He didn't look up at Malfoy at all, not wanting to risk Ginny asking him again why he was blushing.

It was the same thing for the next few days. Harry managed to hide it during most of the meals, but it wasn't easy at all. He was almost always aroused, the welts and the thing inside of him making him constantly half hard. It was really torture not being able to touch himself. He pulled the thing out every day and put it back inside, realising that it was becoming much easier to put it back inside. It was almost as if his arse was shaping itself around it.

Eventually it was Wednesday, and Harry couldn't have been more relieved. He had thought about asking Malfoy to do something earlier, but decided against it, because then he thought that Malfoy would do something horrible like make him deal with it until Friday.

***

Draco found himself nearly driven to distraction by the idea of it all. Every time he would look over and watch Potter squirming in his seat, he would think about the device in the man’s arse, the welts on his body, and then Draco would be hard again. He kept disappearing into the bathroom to wank and was wondering if he would get sore from it. At night he lay in his bed, imagining Potter in his own bed, his cock hard and that plug in his arse. Draco would imagine it was his cock in the man’s arse and he stroked himself. Several times he thought about pulling Potter aside earlier, but he didn't want to seem weak. When Wednesday finally arrived, Draco barely heard anything said in class that day, his mind already imagining what he would do to Potter that night.

***

Harry left the dorms as soon as everyone had gone to bed, pulling on his Invisibility Cloak and heading down to where he had met Malfoy before. He followed the Marauders' Map this time, spotting Malfoy and walking in that direction. It wasn't long before Harry saw him leaning against the wall. He stopped not too far away and folded the map up, taking a deep breath and pulling the cloak off.

It actually startled Draco when Potter suddenly revealed himself but he tried not to show it. He gave the other man a long slow appraisal and then pulled the blindfold out of his pocket again.

Harry folded the cloak and took a step closer. He reached to pull his glasses off and tilted his head up a little, his eyes closing.

That act of submission was so arousing that it sent a shiver down Draco's spine. He took the glasses from Potter and tied the blindfold in place. Once again, Draco led him to The Room and pulled him inside.

Harry still wanted to know why he couldn't see how to get inside, but he knew asking wouldn't help anything.

Once in The Room, Draco removed the blindfold. "Strip," he told Potter.

"Yes, Sir," Harry remembered to say before he started to undress, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor.

Draco walked around Potter, looking him up and down. "You kept it in," he said.

"I was supposed to, right?" Harry asked, wondering if he had misunderstood Malfoy before.

"Yes," Draco answered and held out a Healing Potion to Potter. "Drink this."

Harry took and drank the potion, sighing softly as he felt the remaining welts on his body heal.

"Bend over and grab your ankles,” Draco said.

Harry took a deep breath before he followed the order.

Draco's heart sped up at the sight of Potter on display like that. "Spread your legs more," he told him.

Harry did as he was told, his face slowly reddening.

Draco ran a hand down Potter's back, petting the now unmarked skin. Then he stroked and squeezed each arse cheek, watching Potter still clenching around the device inside him.

Harry closed his eyes, his fingers tight around his ankles. He didn't feel as sore as he did before around the thing. Probably because of the potion.

Draco took hold of the base of the device and twisted it.

Harry breathed in sharply and bit his lip, unconsciously clenching around it more.

"It's stretched that pretty pink hole," Draco said, wiggling it inside Harry. "Stretched for my cock."

"Are you going to do that now?" Harry mumbled, having seen Malfoy's cock and knowing that it was probably too big.

Draco slowly pulled the plug from Potter's arse, watching that pink ring flutter as it was suddenly empty. He set the device aside and then teased the opening with his fingertip. "You want it," he whispered. "You want me to fill you up and make you scream."

Harry swallowed and took yet another deep breath, unable to deny that was what he wanted. "Yes, Sir," he whispered, wanting it badly even though he was still afraid.

Draco chuckled deeply and then Summoned his wand, casting Incarcerous, so that Potter's wrists were now bound to his ankles. It left him in a precarious position, unable to catch himself if he fell forward. Then Draco shoved a finger into his arse.

Harry cried out and nearly fell, but he managed to tilt himself back just before he lost his balance completely. Tilting back impaled him even further on to Malfoy's finger.

"Fuck, yes," Draco gasped, and twisted it inside Potter. He reached out his other hand, grabbing the man’s hip to steady him as he did.

Harry never felt anything like this before, the pain and the pleasure mixing into quite possibly one of the best things he had ever experienced. Malfoy's finger was nudging against something that made him whimper, and squeeze his ankles tight.

"Yes, you want it," Draco practically growled and then removed his finger. "But you have to earn my cock."

"How?" Harry asked, thinking about the last time. He had had to suck Malfoy off in order to show how eager he was.

Draco could see the Potter’s cock, erect and hanging between his legs. He grinned and stepped over to the wall, picking up one of the hardwood paddles. The wood gleamed in the torchlight. "First I am going to warm you up," he said. "Count them."

"Count what?" Harry asked, wanting to see what Malfoy was talking about.

Draco stepped up, taking a handful of Potter's hair so he wouldn't go face first into the stone floor and then swung the paddle down across the man’s arse.

The blow surprised Harry more than anything, not expecting something like that to happen. He yelped and tensed up, glad that Malfoy had grabbed his hair or he would have fallen over.

As Draco felt Potter's weight shift, he tightened his grasp on his hair and felt his body tremble. The yelp was delicious, making his own cock bounce, dripping now. He hit him again, the smack echoing in The Room.

Harry still wasn't sure of what he was supposed to be counting, but that didn't stay in his mind for long since he was hit again, harder than before. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes already.

"Count them!" Draco barked, twisting Potter's hair.

"Yes, Sir, two!" Harry exclaimed, tears leaking from his eyes.

"Good," Draco said, bringing the paddle down again.

"Three," Harry whimpered, tears falling now.

The blond smiled, admiring those now bright red arse cheeks. He laid the paddle on the man’s back, resting it there while he stroked the hot flesh, pinching Potter's arse.

Harry gasped each time he was pinched, biting his lip. He was still hard, but not as much as before, the pain really getting to him now.

"Such a hot arse," Draco growled, liking the double meaning of that since Potter's arse was very warm now. "I am going to shove my prick inside and fuck you until you are screaming," he promised, fingers teasing the hole, still slick from the oil of the plug.

Harry nodded, his lips trembling.

Draco picked up the paddle again, considering whether to continue with it, but his cock was dripping now and Potter looked so open and vulnerable. He tossed the paddle aside, moving behind Potter, hand still fisted in silky black hair. His other hand held himself, rubbing the slick head of his cock against the man’s hole. "Beg me for it," he ordered.

Harry didn't think that Malfoy would do it now, not without preparing him a little more for it. "Umm, I ...." He paused, wanting him to do it, but at the same time, he wanted to stop him.

"Beg or say the word, Potter," Draco warned.

Harry didn't want to stop now. "Fuck me, please," he whispered, closing his eyes again and trying to prepare himself.

Draco didn't just shove in as he'd threatened. He wanted to enjoy this, draw it out. He pushed in slowly, feeling that ring of muscle stretching around the head of his cock, so tight as he pushed until he made it past the outer ring.

Harry's mouth dropped open at the intense feeling, the pain seeming to radiate up his spine. He was right, Malfoy was bigger than the thing he had pushed inside of him earlier and it burned more than anything now.

Gasping, and trying to hold on to control, Draco paused, the tip of his prick just inside of Potter. "Yeah, my cock looks good in you," he whispered. He used a finger to rub the ring stretched tight around him, helping it relax as he slowly worked himself deeper.

"It hurts," Harry started to whine, his nails digging into the skin of his legs.

"So fucking tight," Draco growled, pulling on the other man’s hair to hold him in place. Despite the pain he was causing, he was being careful. It was taking a lot of will power not to thrust in completely, to feel himself buried balls deep. "Push down, open up for me," he insisted.

"Give me a moment," Harry mumbled, taking a few deep breaths trying to make himself relax.

Draco almost snapped at the man, but didn't, making a kind of frustrated growl instead. He Summoned his wand and cast a Lubrication Spell, coating himself and the tight muscle in more oil.

Harry kept taking deep breaths as he tried to press back down on Malfoy's cock, pushing past the pain to please the other man.

The extra oil seemed to help but Draco was concerned, wondering if he should have waited. He hadn't expected Potter to be so tight. "Stop," he said.

Harry gladly did, leaning forward a little so that a little bit of Malfoy slipped back out.

Draco groaned a bit as he eased himself out. He ached to come but took deep breaths to focus. He realised that the position he had Potter in didn't give the other man any leverage to push back, to stretch himself. "Finite Incantatem," he cast, releasing the ropes.

Harry was surprised at the sudden change of events, but he didn't question it, slowly falling to his knees and then straightening his back with a groan. Maybe Malfoy was planning something else, he didn't know.

Draco released Potter's hair and stood looking down at him. "You were willing to do what I said," he said. "That's good."

Harry nodded, glancing up briefly at him. "Sorry I couldn't do it," he murmured.

Draco moved to stand in front of him, smiling a bit. Damn, Potter, arse red, body sweating, hair a mess, all of it, and he was gorgeous. "Look at me."

Harry looked up again, Malfoy's image blurry.

Uncovered, those eyes shone greener than ever and Draco just looked for a moment. "You want my cock?" he asked. He meant to sound commanding, but it came out as a whisper, sounding awed.

Harry saw that Malfoy's cock was right in front of his face, still a little shiny from the oil. "Yes," he answered quietly, and then without any prompt from Malfoy, he leaned in to kiss the tip softly.

It wasn't just the touch, but the show of desire, that sent a shiver over Draco's skin. He cast a Cleaning Charm on himself then. "Yes, that's good," he encouraged, hoping Potter would do more.

Harry nodded and licked his lips before he started to lick around the tip. It was almost like he was doing this to thank Malfoy for stopping and giving him time.

"Oh, oh," Draco gasped, so incredibly turned on he felt dizzy with it. "Yes, use your mouth, that's good."

Harry opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Malfoy's cock, beginning to suck him softly.

"Yes, suck it," Draco gasped, taking hold of Potter's hair again, gentler this time but still plunging fingers into those thick strands.

Harry didn't realise that he needed Malfoy to be gentle until that very moment. He sucked a little harder and started to swirl his tongue around at the same time, like he had done the first time.

Draco moaned, fingers gently tugging the man’s hair. "You look so good, feel so good."

Harry found that he liked what Malfoy was saying, since he really never heard anyone else compliment him in such a way. He attempted to pull more of Malfoy's prick into his mouth, beginning to bob his head.

Draco shuddered, thrusting forward and hand tightening as he came.

That was also unexpected, but Harry accepted it, remembering to swallow this time.

Draco stood there, shaking and moaning for a minute, finger combing through Potter's hair. "Yes, such a sweet mouth," he whispered.

Harry pulled back after a moment, licking his lips again. He felt proud now, because at least he could do that.

"Stand up," Draco told him, actually reaching a hand out to help Potter.

It was a little hard to do so, but with Malfoy's help Harry was standing, feeling a twinge in his lower back from being positioned like he had been for so long.

Draco kept hold of Potter's hand and pulled him against his own body. He could feel Potter's cock against his hip as he pressed his mouth to the man’s, licking and sucking and tasting himself as well.

Harry slid his arms around Malfoy's neck and kissed him back, much like on Sunday night, in the hall when they left.

Draco felt intoxicated by the feel of the naked man in his arms, pressing to him, kissing him hungrily. He put a hand to the small of Potter's back, pressing him tight against himself.

Before he even realised it, Harry started to thrust against Malfoy's hip, needing relief.

"Yes," Draco whispered against Potter's lips, letting go of the man’s hair and reaching between them, wrapping his fingers around that swollen shaft. "You earned it."

"So I can come?" Harry asked in a gasp.

"Yes, come," Draco assured him, smiling and kissing along the man’s jaw, nuzzling and nipping.

Harry thrust a few more times into the other man's hand and then he was coming, his entire body shuddering against Malfoy's.

Draco trembled at the feeling of Potter's body in his arms, the man’s come spurting onto his hip. "Yes, very nice," he whispered in his ear, licking it. Then he slid his hand down Potter's back, squeezing the man’s sore red arse.

Harry whimpered softly and rested his head on Malfoy's shoulder, feeling worn out.

Draco released the man’s cock, but held on to him as he led him over to the spanking bench. "Lean over this and hold on," he said, gently but firmly.

"Yes, Sir," Harry murmured and walked over to the bench, bending over it and making sure to grip the edge.

Draco licked his lips at the sight, wanting to pinch those red cheeks again but gently spreading them instead. He inspected Potter’s hole for a minute, making sure it hadn't torn. "Going to have to stretch you more," he said and then picked up the device and his wand.

"Yeah, you were bigger than that," Harry murmured, still feeling the dull burn when Malfoy spread him open.

Draco cast a charm that enlarged the device. It wasn't as big as his own prick, but about two fingers now. He oiled it and then pushed it slowly back inside Potter.

Harry hissed softly and winced, trying his best not to force himself to clench around it.

"Good, yes, breathe into it, relax," Draco said, his own cock twitching in renewed interest at the sight. He wished it wasn't a weeknight. It might even be already past curfew.

Harry continued to take deep breaths until it was completely inside of him, sighing in relief once again. He could tell that it was bigger than before, but he knew it would only help him later.

Draco gently petted the man’s red bum, enjoying the warmth of that skin. "This will help make you ready for me," he assured him, his cock trying to tell him the sooner the better. He gave the cheeks another squeeze and then stepped back, casting Cleaning Charms on himself and Potter. "We'd better get to our dorms."

Harry nodded and pushed himself up, feeling sore and tired. "I can get dressed then, yeah? And oh, can I get my glasses, please?"

Draco reached for the man’s chin, holding it and putting the glasses on him, then gave him a quick kiss before letting go and stepping back. "Yes, get dressed," he said, reaching for his own clothing too.

Harry moved to get dressed, a little slowly, but that was to be expected. He eventually pulled on his robes and moved to lean against a wall, yawning.

Draco put things away and then blindfolded Harry again, before leading him out of and away from The Room. Then he removed the blindfold, fingers briefly caressing the man’s hair when he did.

Harry wondered why Malfoy was suddenly being so ... nice to him. It was a change, but it was one that he enjoyed for now. "Tomorrow night?" he asked, a little hopefully.

Draco sighed, shaking his head. "Quidditch practice," he said. "Friday night."

Ginny had taken over as captain of the Gryffindor team, and there had been plenty of people asking Harry to come back to take over again. But he just wasn't sure if he was ready for that responsibility again. "Friday night then."

"Yes," Draco said smiling. "Don't forget the rules," he reminded him.

"No wanking, I remember," Harry replied, smiling back a little.

Draco crossed his arms, leaning against the wall and watching as Potter got out the Invisibility Cloak and disappeared under it.