Fifty Blue Shades of Harry

Draco smirks at the thought of everything that had transpired.

He knew Harry was watching him fuck Warhof, he could feel it. The thought had been so hot that he could barely fight back his orgasm.

Why is Harry so against this? The chemistry is obviously there. He's not monogamous. Grinning darkly, Draco concludes that the dark haired boy was just terrified. Terrified of the things Draco would do to him and terrified about loving said things irrevocably.

Draco just needed him to lower his defences. Easier said than done, as Draco was also determined to show Harry what he was missing at any given opportunity.

Harry had left early in the morning. He didn't say where he was going, though Draco figured it was to see that beau of his. He most definitely needed some release from all of Draco's taunting. heh

Draco genuinely had no idea who the man could be. Draco was clearly a better fuck, if Harry's reactions to him were anything to go by.

Perhaps Harry felt more attached to this man than he realizes. Draco would never admit that he was jealous of the guy, but Harry Potter had turned into a sexy, magnificent, submissive little thing. The man has so much power with no desire to wheel it. He needs a man who can satisfy his needs. Draco would mold his pet into the powerful man that he is, while also molding him into Draco's own, personal, plaything.

He was hard just thinking about it.

It doesn't help at all when Harry walks into the room looking thoroughly snogged. His lips were swollen and there was a slight limp in his gait. Draco swallowed down the rage and desire as Harry wordlessly made his way to his room and closed the door.

Draco would not give Harry any control by reacting. Instead, he sends a Patronus to Warhof, telling him to make himself available tonight.

From behind his bedroom door, Harry Potter was grinning from ear to ear.