Draco Was A Masochist
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,461
Reviews:
15
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Five
Harry grinned and kissed Draco fiercely, pushing him back and slamming him hard against the cold stone of the dungeon wall.
Taking advantage of Draco’s distracted state, Harry reached down and pulled his wand out from his back pocket. With a whispered spell, Draco was suddenly immobile, his hands tied up with thick rope above his head and attached to the wall.
Draco looked up, shocked, twisting his wrists against the rope to see if he could escape. All that resulted was harsh rope burn inflaming his flesh.
He looked back at Harry and smiled. “Perfect,” he said.
Harry grinned and leaned in to kiss Draco again, softly this time.
“Harry…” Draco whispered, “I can’t believe I’m actually here with you. Are you sure you want to do this?”
Harry just smiled, and ripped Draco’s shirt off, buttons flying in every direction.
“I guess I’ll take that as a yes?” Draco laughed.
Harry nodded and began to run his calloused hands all over Draco’s chest. He flicked his fingertips over Draco’s nipples, making the blonde boy moan.
Harry reached down and undid Draco’s pants, sliding them past his hips and down to his ankles.
Harry was pleased to see that Draco had decided to forgo underwear this evening. He stared at Draco’s hardened cock, licking his lips unconsciously. He wanted to taste Draco so badly, but he decided that could wait for a little while. He didn’t want their night to end too quickly.
“God, Harry, do something! Dominate me, humiliate me, hurt me!” Draco whined desperately.
Harry smirked and reached down to the table next to Draco. On it, lay a silver dagger, glistening.
Harry lifted the dagger and began slowly dragging the cold steel down Draco’s chest. Light enough to not break the skin, but hard enough to leave angry red lines all over the blonde’s chest. Harry followed the blade's movements with his tongue, soothing the marks on Draco’s chest. Draco gasped at the sensation of coolness of the blade, switching to the wet heat of Harry’s tongue. Every time Harry pulled the blade across his flesh, he arched his back forward, his body just begging for Harry to cut him.
Harry continued his ministrations, slowly drawing the dagger down lower and lower each time. When Harry reached Draco’s jutting hip bones, he dug the blade hard across his flesh, splitting it open and spilling blood down Draco’s thighs.
Draco cried out in pain, and Harry became worried that he was going too far, until he noticed how hard Draco was. He smiled and got down to his knees, licking the blood from Draco’s thighs. He had begun to realise that he loved the taste of blood, especially when it was taken in such a pleasurable way.
Harry licked up the last bit of blood from Draco’s hip and stared at Draco’s cock once again. This time, he leaned forward, taking it into his mouth. Draco looked down to see Harry’s lips wrapped around him, smearing blood along his cock. He began moaning and writhing above Harry, desperately thrusting his hips forward, trying to get more of his delicious mouth.
Harry placed his hands on Draco’s hips, holding him steady and stopping him from slamming himself down Harry’s throat.
“Wait, Harry. Stop,” Draco said.
Harry stood up, his eyes blazing with lust.
“What, Draco?” Harry said, a little irritated that he had been made to stop what he had been so thoroughly enjoying.
Draco mumbled something.
Harry swung his hand back, and suddenly struck Draco across the face viciously.
“Answer me,” Harry growled dangerously.
“Make me yours, Harry,” Draco whispered.
Harry stepped back in surprise.
“You mean…”
“Yes. I want you to take me,”
“Are you sure?”
“God, Harry. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life,” Draco replied.
Harry’s heart was pounding triple-time as he released Draco from his restraints, and caught him as he slumped forward. He picked Draco up, and carried him bridal-style to the large bed in the centre of the room.
“No,” Draco said.
“What is it? What’s the matter?” Harry asked quickly, putting Draco down so he could look into his face.
“The floor,” Draco replied.
“The floor?” Harry asked in confusion.
Draco looked up at him and smirked, blood running from the corner of his mouth from when Harry had hit him.
“Carpet burn”.
Taking advantage of Draco’s distracted state, Harry reached down and pulled his wand out from his back pocket. With a whispered spell, Draco was suddenly immobile, his hands tied up with thick rope above his head and attached to the wall.
Draco looked up, shocked, twisting his wrists against the rope to see if he could escape. All that resulted was harsh rope burn inflaming his flesh.
He looked back at Harry and smiled. “Perfect,” he said.
Harry grinned and leaned in to kiss Draco again, softly this time.
“Harry…” Draco whispered, “I can’t believe I’m actually here with you. Are you sure you want to do this?”
Harry just smiled, and ripped Draco’s shirt off, buttons flying in every direction.
“I guess I’ll take that as a yes?” Draco laughed.
Harry nodded and began to run his calloused hands all over Draco’s chest. He flicked his fingertips over Draco’s nipples, making the blonde boy moan.
Harry reached down and undid Draco’s pants, sliding them past his hips and down to his ankles.
Harry was pleased to see that Draco had decided to forgo underwear this evening. He stared at Draco’s hardened cock, licking his lips unconsciously. He wanted to taste Draco so badly, but he decided that could wait for a little while. He didn’t want their night to end too quickly.
“God, Harry, do something! Dominate me, humiliate me, hurt me!” Draco whined desperately.
Harry smirked and reached down to the table next to Draco. On it, lay a silver dagger, glistening.
Harry lifted the dagger and began slowly dragging the cold steel down Draco’s chest. Light enough to not break the skin, but hard enough to leave angry red lines all over the blonde’s chest. Harry followed the blade's movements with his tongue, soothing the marks on Draco’s chest. Draco gasped at the sensation of coolness of the blade, switching to the wet heat of Harry’s tongue. Every time Harry pulled the blade across his flesh, he arched his back forward, his body just begging for Harry to cut him.
Harry continued his ministrations, slowly drawing the dagger down lower and lower each time. When Harry reached Draco’s jutting hip bones, he dug the blade hard across his flesh, splitting it open and spilling blood down Draco’s thighs.
Draco cried out in pain, and Harry became worried that he was going too far, until he noticed how hard Draco was. He smiled and got down to his knees, licking the blood from Draco’s thighs. He had begun to realise that he loved the taste of blood, especially when it was taken in such a pleasurable way.
Harry licked up the last bit of blood from Draco’s hip and stared at Draco’s cock once again. This time, he leaned forward, taking it into his mouth. Draco looked down to see Harry’s lips wrapped around him, smearing blood along his cock. He began moaning and writhing above Harry, desperately thrusting his hips forward, trying to get more of his delicious mouth.
Harry placed his hands on Draco’s hips, holding him steady and stopping him from slamming himself down Harry’s throat.
“Wait, Harry. Stop,” Draco said.
Harry stood up, his eyes blazing with lust.
“What, Draco?” Harry said, a little irritated that he had been made to stop what he had been so thoroughly enjoying.
Draco mumbled something.
Harry swung his hand back, and suddenly struck Draco across the face viciously.
“Answer me,” Harry growled dangerously.
“Make me yours, Harry,” Draco whispered.
Harry stepped back in surprise.
“You mean…”
“Yes. I want you to take me,”
“Are you sure?”
“God, Harry. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life,” Draco replied.
Harry’s heart was pounding triple-time as he released Draco from his restraints, and caught him as he slumped forward. He picked Draco up, and carried him bridal-style to the large bed in the centre of the room.
“No,” Draco said.
“What is it? What’s the matter?” Harry asked quickly, putting Draco down so he could look into his face.
“The floor,” Draco replied.
“The floor?” Harry asked in confusion.
Draco looked up at him and smirked, blood running from the corner of his mouth from when Harry had hit him.
“Carpet burn”.