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Held by You
Chapter Number/Total: 43/43
Chapter Title: Held by You
Words: 2155 Words
Draco tried to roll over in his sleep. At least that's what he thought as he came awake, feeling something around each wrist and ankle. His heart sped up and he opened his eyes with a start, finding himself spread-eagle and tied naked to his own bed.
Seeing Draco's eyes open, Harry quickly perched himself on top of his husband and waved his hand. The ties around each of Draco's limbs tightened and Harry grinned down at him, raising an eyebrow. "Morning," he said loftily, as if there weren't anything out of the norm.
Draco's eyes widened and his heart was pounding. His birthday was today and it looked like Harry had a plan. "Morning," he answered, shivering in anticipation.
"Leakey came with morning tea," Harry continued in the same tone, dropping his eyes from the grey of Draco's so that they rested on his chest instead. He idly splayed his fingers over the flesh. "I told him you were rather tied up."
"I am," Draco observed, licking his lips.
"Yes, you are," Harry said, eyeing the bindings for a short moment. "Very nicely tied. I should know; I'm the one that did it." He pulled Draco's nipple lightly, staring at his hands while he did it with an almost indifferent expression.
Draco swallowed thickly, his cock filling quickly and his nipples hardening as well. "And what else will you do?" he asked.
"What I know you like," Harry answered with a satisfied smirk, still not looking up at Draco's face as he continued to casually play with his nipples.
Draco turned his hands in the bindings, grabbing hold of them. "Yes," he whispered, eyes devouring his husband. "Does that mean I get a birthday spanking?" he asked cheekily.
Harry finally looked up, a definite mischievous gleam behind the bright green of his eyes. "Perhaps," he said, sliding back so that he could rub his and Draco's cocks together. "If you do as I say," he added.
"Oh, yes," Draco hissed, answering both the action and the words, pushing up to press his cock against Harry's.
Harry's smirk returned as he moved his body in a wave-like motion atop Draco, watching him trying to get more.
Draco arched up, wanting to feel Harry's body as it moved. He tugged at the bindings and gulped as he watched those green eyes, dark with desire and mischief.
Harry continued the teasing. "You want me?" he asked, his cock beginning to gather pre-come.
"Always want you," Draco whispered, licking his lips. "In every way possible."
"Well, perhaps we'll try a few ways today," Harry replied, unable to help the fact that his voice dropped in tone considerably with the sentence. He ground fully into Draco, dropping down so that he held himself up with his arms.
Draco's head fell back and he moaned loudly at the contact, cock spasming as Harry ground into him.
Harry took the opportunity to nip Draco's neck. "Nothing better than the taste of you," he whispered huskily. "Especially when you're at my mercy." He licked his lips and grazed his teeth across Draco's skin. "There's just something about that racing pulse, something about feeling it against my lips and tongue. There's just something about how salty you taste, because you're a little nervous and you're sweating a bit. Just enough. You don't know what I'll do. Will I bite you until you bleed?" He grazed Draco with teeth again. "Will I fuck you until you're screaming?" He let his hand trail down to just lightly touch Draco's arse. "What will Harry do?"
"Yes, please all of it," Draco begged, arching into him. He loved it when Harry was like this. It made him feel like the most desired person in the world.
"Begging already?" Harry said. "You must want me so badly. I bet your arse would clench around my cock if I pushed it into you right now. I bet you wouldn't be able to control it."
"No, no control," Draco gasped. "You're in control."
Harry grasped Draco's arse and squeezed it, giving one last grind of his hips before moving off him and releasing the bindings on his legs. "Turn on your side," he said, watching with intent, lust-filled eyes.
Draco did as he was told, trembling with anticipation.
Harry laid both hands on the mounds of flesh now exposed, rubbing them. "Beg me again," he said. "Beg me for what you want."
"Please, touch me, use me as you want," Draco pleaded in earnest.
Harry raised his right hand, focusing on that part of Draco's face he could see. He brought his palm down on the pale arse with a loud smack, eyelids fluttering with the sound.
It was more of a shock than pain, making him jump, immediately replaced by the warm tingling as blood rushed to the area struck. "Oh, Godssss," Draco moaned.
Harry paused before he brought the hand down again, his cock twitching. "Mmm," he let out quietly.
"More, please," Draco begged, arching his arse back toward Harry.
"Fuck," Harry whispered under his breath, bringing his hand down on Draco, over and over, until his white flesh was hot and red. And Harry knew exactly what it felt like. He touched Draco's arse with his fingertips, trailing them across his skin.
Draco's arse burned now, warm and sensitive and he hissed and trembled as Harry's fingers moved over the inflamed skin.
"I think I may have miscalculated your age a tad," Harry said, voice still low. "But it doesn't seem like you mind too terribly much."
Draco had not counted the slaps on his arse, only revelled in the sharp pain and the warm rush. "No, please," he begged, bending the knee of his upper leg so that he was spread more. "Your mouth?" he asked.
"And just what would you like me to do with my mouth?" Harry asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Lick, kiss, suck," Draco gasped, arching his arse back and wriggling it invitingly.
Harry grinned, arousal rushing though him with Draco's words. "Well, I suppose I could give it a try," he said, sliding fingers over the red flesh one last time before getting to hands and knees and kissing along it instead.
A long low moan was Draco's response, fingers clutching the bed as he felt that soft wet tongue on his sore flesh.
"On your back again," Harry told him. sitting up slightly. He wanted to do this properly.
"My back?" Draco asked, "Not my knees?"
Harry sighed, pretending slight annoyance. "Whichever way you prefer to have my tongue up your arse," he replied, flicking his hand again to release the ropes holding Draco's wrists.
Draco scrambled on to his hands and knees, spreading himself apart and looking hungrily back at Harry.
Harry swallowed at the image, meeting Draco's eyes. "Well, you know what you want, don't you?" he said. "Tell me, Draco," he continued as he moved slowly forward, "what is it that you like about this?" He delivered a long, wet lick directly to Draco's entrance.
"So sensitive," Draco gasped.
Harry smiled as he continued to lick and probe. "It is, isn't it?" he said, kissing the opening noisily, all lips and tongue. "I love it all," he said between licks and kisses. "I love the sounds you make when I do it. The way you move. Mmm, and the feel of my tongue sliding into you." He let his tongue slide into Draco to accompany his words.
Draco was whimpering and moaning in all those ways that Harry liked as he pressed his face to the bed, spreading himself for that beautiful tongue.
"Yeah, like that," Harry practically moaned himself. He thrust his tongue inside again, burying his face until he could hardly even breathe.
Draco panted and moaned, the wet slick muscle of his lover's tongue driving him to shudder with each thrust. The blond's cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, aching for touch.
Harry didn't know what exactly he was trying for, but he kept at it, fucking Draco thoroughly with his mouth. He moaned against him, attention focused solely on his arse.
Draco panted, the torture was delicious. He didn't think he could be more aroused but each moment fanned the flames and he felt like his body burned with it.
Harry's own cock was rock hard and throbbing. He felt like if he didn't fuck Draco soon, it was going to scream at him for putting it through this.
"Yes, Harry, yours," Draco panted. "Please take me," begged.
Despite himself, Harry thrust his tongue a few more times and spent another moment sucking, but then finally pulled back, panting. "I am so fucking hard," he said breathlessly, lubing his hand and slicking his cock as fast as he could. "Fuck, so hard."
"Yes, oh, please fuck me hard," Draco asked, his own cock dripping pre-come onto the bed.
Harry wasn't sure if he could do anything except what Draco wanted him to. He rose up on his knees, his cock bobbing with the movement. He reached hands out and grasped Draco's hips, pulling him back until he could take his cock and push it inside his husband's slick wet heat and perfection. He groaned with relief and pleasure.
Draco's moan was loud and long as he felt his husband press inside, stretching and filling him. "Oh, Gods, yes, my love," he gasped.
Harry slid nearly completely out again, thrusting quickly back inside. He felt as if his head was spinning and he thrust harder, his skin slapping against Draco's still-rosy arse.
The slap of Harry's body against his sore cheeks made Draco shudder as much as the feel of his husband's cock inside and the magic that pulsed in time with the thrusts. "Tell me," Draco gasped, "tell me how much you love this."
"More - than - anything," Harry managed between panting breaths. "Feeling you under me," he groaned, "so amazing. So fucking good."
"Oh, yes, so good," Draco echoed rocking back into every thrust and trembling. "Fuck me forever," he encouraged knowing that neither one of them would last much longer this round.
Harry cried out loudly, keeping his hips moving. "Fuck, yes," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.
Draco loved the slap of skin and his lover's cries as he rocked harder into him. "Bring us, Harry, please," he shouted.
Harry slammed into Draco, spurting his seed inside him and shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
Draco felt heat inside him that rippled in waves as he came, body shuddering. He cried out, mumbling words of love and adoration that he would not necessarily remember later but knew he felt completely.
Harry fell onto Draco's back with a whimpering sound and then an, "Oof," panting heavily against the sweaty body beneath him.
Draco collapsed onto the bed with his lover on top of him – and the wet spot under him. He smiled happily. "Love you," he said.
"Love you, too," Harry replied, splaying his arms out to the side. "Happy Birthday."
"Yes, very Happy Birthday," Draco agreed, wriggling his arse.
Harry snorted quietly, rolling off of Draco to gaze happily up at the canopy.
Draco reached a hand out to touch Harry, still too sated and sore to move. "You looking at that 'H' again?" he asked.
"I would be if my glasses were on," Harry answered with a grin. "When am I not looking at it? Well, besides when I'm looking at you." His grin widened and he scooted to kiss Draco.
Draco moved his head for the kiss, tasting his own musky scent on his lover's lips and tongue.
Harry sighed, smiling as he pulled back. "Are you really my husband?" he asked, brushing blond hair from Draco's face.
"Your husband, completely and truly," Draco answered, face full of the intensity of that.
"God, how am I so lucky?" Harry asked, laying another little kiss to Draco's lips.
Draco sighed into those little kisses, feeling gloriously happy with his life. He was nineteen now, had a wonderful husband and two beautiful children. He had the life he'd never thought possible and was immensely grateful.
Harry stretched, scratching his stomach. "So," he said, voice strained while he continued to stretch, "how loud would you say April's being right now?"
Draco laughed. "Ear splitting," he said. "Ron and Hermione will eventually come get us. That baby is not going to take well to a bottle."
"Probably not," Harry agreed, chuckling. "We so owe them."
"I am sure when they have kids, we will be more than required to pay it back," Draco drawled.
Harry nodded. "And I know Ron will hold us to it."
"Rather be held by you," Draco quipped, opening his arms.
Harry smiled and snorted, though the comment pleased him. He moved into Draco's arms and closed arms around him in turn.
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Chapter Title: Held by You
Words: 2155 Words
Draco tried to roll over in his sleep. At least that's what he thought as he came awake, feeling something around each wrist and ankle. His heart sped up and he opened his eyes with a start, finding himself spread-eagle and tied naked to his own bed.
Seeing Draco's eyes open, Harry quickly perched himself on top of his husband and waved his hand. The ties around each of Draco's limbs tightened and Harry grinned down at him, raising an eyebrow. "Morning," he said loftily, as if there weren't anything out of the norm.
Draco's eyes widened and his heart was pounding. His birthday was today and it looked like Harry had a plan. "Morning," he answered, shivering in anticipation.
"Leakey came with morning tea," Harry continued in the same tone, dropping his eyes from the grey of Draco's so that they rested on his chest instead. He idly splayed his fingers over the flesh. "I told him you were rather tied up."
"I am," Draco observed, licking his lips.
"Yes, you are," Harry said, eyeing the bindings for a short moment. "Very nicely tied. I should know; I'm the one that did it." He pulled Draco's nipple lightly, staring at his hands while he did it with an almost indifferent expression.
Draco swallowed thickly, his cock filling quickly and his nipples hardening as well. "And what else will you do?" he asked.
"What I know you like," Harry answered with a satisfied smirk, still not looking up at Draco's face as he continued to casually play with his nipples.
Draco turned his hands in the bindings, grabbing hold of them. "Yes," he whispered, eyes devouring his husband. "Does that mean I get a birthday spanking?" he asked cheekily.
Harry finally looked up, a definite mischievous gleam behind the bright green of his eyes. "Perhaps," he said, sliding back so that he could rub his and Draco's cocks together. "If you do as I say," he added.
"Oh, yes," Draco hissed, answering both the action and the words, pushing up to press his cock against Harry's.
Harry's smirk returned as he moved his body in a wave-like motion atop Draco, watching him trying to get more.
Draco arched up, wanting to feel Harry's body as it moved. He tugged at the bindings and gulped as he watched those green eyes, dark with desire and mischief.
Harry continued the teasing. "You want me?" he asked, his cock beginning to gather pre-come.
"Always want you," Draco whispered, licking his lips. "In every way possible."
"Well, perhaps we'll try a few ways today," Harry replied, unable to help the fact that his voice dropped in tone considerably with the sentence. He ground fully into Draco, dropping down so that he held himself up with his arms.
Draco's head fell back and he moaned loudly at the contact, cock spasming as Harry ground into him.
Harry took the opportunity to nip Draco's neck. "Nothing better than the taste of you," he whispered huskily. "Especially when you're at my mercy." He licked his lips and grazed his teeth across Draco's skin. "There's just something about that racing pulse, something about feeling it against my lips and tongue. There's just something about how salty you taste, because you're a little nervous and you're sweating a bit. Just enough. You don't know what I'll do. Will I bite you until you bleed?" He grazed Draco with teeth again. "Will I fuck you until you're screaming?" He let his hand trail down to just lightly touch Draco's arse. "What will Harry do?"
"Yes, please all of it," Draco begged, arching into him. He loved it when Harry was like this. It made him feel like the most desired person in the world.
"Begging already?" Harry said. "You must want me so badly. I bet your arse would clench around my cock if I pushed it into you right now. I bet you wouldn't be able to control it."
"No, no control," Draco gasped. "You're in control."
Harry grasped Draco's arse and squeezed it, giving one last grind of his hips before moving off him and releasing the bindings on his legs. "Turn on your side," he said, watching with intent, lust-filled eyes.
Draco did as he was told, trembling with anticipation.
Harry laid both hands on the mounds of flesh now exposed, rubbing them. "Beg me again," he said. "Beg me for what you want."
"Please, touch me, use me as you want," Draco pleaded in earnest.
Harry raised his right hand, focusing on that part of Draco's face he could see. He brought his palm down on the pale arse with a loud smack, eyelids fluttering with the sound.
It was more of a shock than pain, making him jump, immediately replaced by the warm tingling as blood rushed to the area struck. "Oh, Godssss," Draco moaned.
Harry paused before he brought the hand down again, his cock twitching. "Mmm," he let out quietly.
"More, please," Draco begged, arching his arse back toward Harry.
"Fuck," Harry whispered under his breath, bringing his hand down on Draco, over and over, until his white flesh was hot and red. And Harry knew exactly what it felt like. He touched Draco's arse with his fingertips, trailing them across his skin.
Draco's arse burned now, warm and sensitive and he hissed and trembled as Harry's fingers moved over the inflamed skin.
"I think I may have miscalculated your age a tad," Harry said, voice still low. "But it doesn't seem like you mind too terribly much."
Draco had not counted the slaps on his arse, only revelled in the sharp pain and the warm rush. "No, please," he begged, bending the knee of his upper leg so that he was spread more. "Your mouth?" he asked.
"And just what would you like me to do with my mouth?" Harry asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Lick, kiss, suck," Draco gasped, arching his arse back and wriggling it invitingly.
Harry grinned, arousal rushing though him with Draco's words. "Well, I suppose I could give it a try," he said, sliding fingers over the red flesh one last time before getting to hands and knees and kissing along it instead.
A long low moan was Draco's response, fingers clutching the bed as he felt that soft wet tongue on his sore flesh.
"On your back again," Harry told him. sitting up slightly. He wanted to do this properly.
"My back?" Draco asked, "Not my knees?"
Harry sighed, pretending slight annoyance. "Whichever way you prefer to have my tongue up your arse," he replied, flicking his hand again to release the ropes holding Draco's wrists.
Draco scrambled on to his hands and knees, spreading himself apart and looking hungrily back at Harry.
Harry swallowed at the image, meeting Draco's eyes. "Well, you know what you want, don't you?" he said. "Tell me, Draco," he continued as he moved slowly forward, "what is it that you like about this?" He delivered a long, wet lick directly to Draco's entrance.
"So sensitive," Draco gasped.
Harry smiled as he continued to lick and probe. "It is, isn't it?" he said, kissing the opening noisily, all lips and tongue. "I love it all," he said between licks and kisses. "I love the sounds you make when I do it. The way you move. Mmm, and the feel of my tongue sliding into you." He let his tongue slide into Draco to accompany his words.
Draco was whimpering and moaning in all those ways that Harry liked as he pressed his face to the bed, spreading himself for that beautiful tongue.
"Yeah, like that," Harry practically moaned himself. He thrust his tongue inside again, burying his face until he could hardly even breathe.
Draco panted and moaned, the wet slick muscle of his lover's tongue driving him to shudder with each thrust. The blond's cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, aching for touch.
Harry didn't know what exactly he was trying for, but he kept at it, fucking Draco thoroughly with his mouth. He moaned against him, attention focused solely on his arse.
Draco panted, the torture was delicious. He didn't think he could be more aroused but each moment fanned the flames and he felt like his body burned with it.
Harry's own cock was rock hard and throbbing. He felt like if he didn't fuck Draco soon, it was going to scream at him for putting it through this.
"Yes, Harry, yours," Draco panted. "Please take me," begged.
Despite himself, Harry thrust his tongue a few more times and spent another moment sucking, but then finally pulled back, panting. "I am so fucking hard," he said breathlessly, lubing his hand and slicking his cock as fast as he could. "Fuck, so hard."
"Yes, oh, please fuck me hard," Draco asked, his own cock dripping pre-come onto the bed.
Harry wasn't sure if he could do anything except what Draco wanted him to. He rose up on his knees, his cock bobbing with the movement. He reached hands out and grasped Draco's hips, pulling him back until he could take his cock and push it inside his husband's slick wet heat and perfection. He groaned with relief and pleasure.
Draco's moan was loud and long as he felt his husband press inside, stretching and filling him. "Oh, Gods, yes, my love," he gasped.
Harry slid nearly completely out again, thrusting quickly back inside. He felt as if his head was spinning and he thrust harder, his skin slapping against Draco's still-rosy arse.
The slap of Harry's body against his sore cheeks made Draco shudder as much as the feel of his husband's cock inside and the magic that pulsed in time with the thrusts. "Tell me," Draco gasped, "tell me how much you love this."
"More - than - anything," Harry managed between panting breaths. "Feeling you under me," he groaned, "so amazing. So fucking good."
"Oh, yes, so good," Draco echoed rocking back into every thrust and trembling. "Fuck me forever," he encouraged knowing that neither one of them would last much longer this round.
Harry cried out loudly, keeping his hips moving. "Fuck, yes," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.
Draco loved the slap of skin and his lover's cries as he rocked harder into him. "Bring us, Harry, please," he shouted.
Harry slammed into Draco, spurting his seed inside him and shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
Draco felt heat inside him that rippled in waves as he came, body shuddering. He cried out, mumbling words of love and adoration that he would not necessarily remember later but knew he felt completely.
Harry fell onto Draco's back with a whimpering sound and then an, "Oof," panting heavily against the sweaty body beneath him.
Draco collapsed onto the bed with his lover on top of him – and the wet spot under him. He smiled happily. "Love you," he said.
"Love you, too," Harry replied, splaying his arms out to the side. "Happy Birthday."
"Yes, very Happy Birthday," Draco agreed, wriggling his arse.
Harry snorted quietly, rolling off of Draco to gaze happily up at the canopy.
Draco reached a hand out to touch Harry, still too sated and sore to move. "You looking at that 'H' again?" he asked.
"I would be if my glasses were on," Harry answered with a grin. "When am I not looking at it? Well, besides when I'm looking at you." His grin widened and he scooted to kiss Draco.
Draco moved his head for the kiss, tasting his own musky scent on his lover's lips and tongue.
Harry sighed, smiling as he pulled back. "Are you really my husband?" he asked, brushing blond hair from Draco's face.
"Your husband, completely and truly," Draco answered, face full of the intensity of that.
"God, how am I so lucky?" Harry asked, laying another little kiss to Draco's lips.
Draco sighed into those little kisses, feeling gloriously happy with his life. He was nineteen now, had a wonderful husband and two beautiful children. He had the life he'd never thought possible and was immensely grateful.
Harry stretched, scratching his stomach. "So," he said, voice strained while he continued to stretch, "how loud would you say April's being right now?"
Draco laughed. "Ear splitting," he said. "Ron and Hermione will eventually come get us. That baby is not going to take well to a bottle."
"Probably not," Harry agreed, chuckling. "We so owe them."
"I am sure when they have kids, we will be more than required to pay it back," Draco drawled.
Harry nodded. "And I know Ron will hold us to it."
"Rather be held by you," Draco quipped, opening his arms.
Harry smiled and snorted, though the comment pleased him. He moved into Draco's arms and closed arms around him in turn.
[Aww, you have come to the end of Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure, Book Six of The Bound Prince Series. We really would appreciate it if you would take the time to leave us a comment about the book and your experience of reading it. Meanwhile, we are at work on Book Seven of what we expect to be the final installment of The Bound Prince Series.
There is also a yahoo groups mailing list with updates about current and future writings by Slashpervert and co-authors. Feel free to sign up at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/slashpervert_fiction/ .]