To Give Everything

The next day Harry woke up on his own, feeling a lot more refreshed than he had in a long time. He dressed and went down to breakfast with Ron for the first time in a while. He actually listened to his friends' conversations and even laughed at their jokes. He just felt good and while he wasn't exactly sure why, he had a good guess. He was really looking forward to the next time with Malfoy.

Hermione seemed pleased, even saying she was glad Harry was feeling better. Some of the talk at the table was about whether Ravenclaw would kick Slytherin arse at the game the next day.

Harry really didn't have an opinion in the matter, since he had seen the Slytherin team practice and he thought they were decent. He didn't want to say that though, because he knew his friends wouldn't want to hear it.

Draco watched from his table. Potter looked better today and he didn't know why. He hoped it was a good sign, that it meant that what they were doing was ... working for both of them. He spent most of the day distracted by thoughts of what he would do to Potter that night.

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Draco went to The Room earlier, making sure things were the way he wanted them, then stepped out into the hall, closing the opening behind him.

Harry sneaked out at his usual time and met Malfoy in the dungeons. He pulled the cloak off when he saw Malfoy, smiling a little. "Evening," he said.

Draco was startled, realising that this meant Potter knew where The Room was now. He nodded in acknowledgment. "Close your eyes," he said.

Harry tilted his head and closed them, taking a step forward.

Draco opened the wall again and took Potter's hand, leading him inside and closing it behind them. He stood looking at the other man for a moment. He felt a kind of happy fluttering in his chest and the desire to touch. Not just the desire to beat Potter, but to caress, to bring pleasure with it. He surprised himself when he leaned in, pressing his lips to Potter's again.

Harry's eyebrows rose, but he leaned up into the kiss, reaching to slide his arms around Malfoy and kiss him back.

Draco pulled him against his own body, arousal already pressing against Potter through his trousers as he kissed him, tongue pushing inside the other man’s mouth and one hand holding the back of his head.

Harry had been kissed by Malfoy a few times before, so it really wasn't all that new, but it felt like something new, something that made his heart beat wildly in his chest.

Draco felt Potter's heart beating, his breath against his face and the way he shivered in pleasure. This man who had defeated Voldemort was willing to trust Draco, to let him do things no one else would, to give him control. It made Draco feel powerful and strong, and oddly protective.

Harry often heard some of the other girls talk about how blokes would make them melt while they snogged, and it always made him wonder if he did that with Ginny. Now he was sure it was happening to him; there was no other way to describe it. He felt weak at the knees and a little lightheaded, but, oh, so good.

Draco didn't want to stop kissing, even though he wanted more. Finally, he drew back, looking in wonder at the soft expression of pleasure on Potter's face. "What do you want?" he found himself asking.

"You," Harry answered without really thinking.

Draco smiled, fingers tracing the line of the man’s jaw. "Trust me to make it hurt and feel good?"

"Yeah, make me feel again," Harry whispered, tilting his head into Malfoy's hand.

"Good," Draco whispered back, and ordered Potter to strip, removing his own clothes as the other man did. Then he reached hand to Potter.

Harry took it, heart beating with excitement as he waited to see what would happen next.

Draco led the man over to the large X in the room, the St Andrews cross. "Spread your arms and legs with your back to this," he said.

Harry glanced over his shoulder at the cross before he took a step back and raised his arms, positioning them against the upper supports.

Draco closed the manacles on Potter's wrists and then ran his hands all the way down the man’s body to his ankles, securing them as well.

Harry pulled at the manacles a few times, to test the strength. They were strong but the metal didn’t dig into his skin like he would have thought.

Draco smiled and drew his nails up Potter's legs; gentle scratches that had the man’s cock twitching before Draco even reached his hips.

Harry's head fell to the side, a small moan escaping him. He wanted to ask for more already, and he knew Malfoy was barely getting started.

He didn't touch Potter's cock, smiling as it filled out. Instead, Draco continued up the man’s body and over his chest, lightly scraping the nipples as he went.

Harry hissed softly, his chest arching toward his fingers.

Draco liked that reaction, especially given what he had planned. He continued dragging his nails all the way up the soft underside of Potter's arms.

Harry breathed in deeply and let it out in a long sigh, his hands clenching into fists as Malfoy moved up.

Draco moved his nails back down until he reached those nipples once more. They were already pebbled like little buttons standing out. He took one between his thumb and finger and pinched.

Harry cried out and bit his lip, his chest arching again. "Oh, Sir!"

"I am just getting started," Draco warned, giving the second one the same treatment and smiling at Potter's reactions.

"I know," Harry whispered, nervously anticipating what was to come.

Draco picked up several small metal clamps, heart speeding up as he lifted the first one and pinched it open. It looked like blunt metal teeth.

Harry opened his eyes just in time to see them, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity.

Draco watched the man’s face as he brought one up to a red nipple and slowly released it to bite down on the swollen flesh.

The initial pain made Harry cringe and cry out, his eyes squeezing tightly shut.

Draco loved the way Potter hissed and writhed in his restraints, trying instinctively to get away from the clamp on the nipple. Draco added another one to the second nipple.

Harry groaned again, biting his lip harder. "Hurts," he gasped, breathing heavily as he turned one way and then the next, trying to adjust.

The straining muscles and panting was exciting and Draco watched in delight. Then he flicked one of the clamps with his fingers.

Harry gasped, and the tears that had been welling up in his eyes began to fall, his lips trembling a little.

Those tears were beautiful. This time, Potter's eyes were uncovered and Draco was able to easily lean in, licking the salty drops, and tugging on both clamps as he did.

Harry only cried harder, the pain overriding everything else he was feeling.

Draco then reached below, cupping the man’s balls, stroking them as he kissed him.

Harry's ragged gasps slowly turned into pleasurable ones as he was gently touched. His nipples still ached but he seemed to adjust to the pain.

Draco nipped Potter's bottom lip and then slid to his knees. He grinned up at the bound and spread man and pulled the foreskin of Potter's cock up so it still covered the head – then put the clip over the foreskin, pinning it closed.

"Fuck," Harry gasped, his eyes closing again as his entire body tensed up. He couldn't look; just seeing it made it hurt more than it already did.

Draco kissed the side of the man’s shaft, nuzzling the tortured flesh.

The safe word came to Harry’s mind and for a long moment he thought of saying it, just to get the clips off of him, to give him a little bit of relief. But Malfoy said that if Harry said it everything would be over, and there wouldn’t ever be any more of these sessions. Harry didn't want that.

Draco licked along the shaft now, still petting and squeezing Potter's balls as he did.

Harry couldn't believe that he was still hard, but he was, the licks causing him to make small noises of pleasure.

"Mmm," Draco hummed, sucking Potter's balls into his mouth, tonguing them.

Harry swallowed and moaned, wanting more despite the pain he was feeling.

Draco kissed his way up the man’s body, nipping. He kept his hand on Potter's balls even as he leaned in and tongued the clamped nipple.

Harry groaned, his chest arching as much as he could as an attempt to silently ask for more even as the pain brought more tears down his face.

Draco's tongue teased and licked, pulling on the clamps.

The pain flared up again strongly, making Harry cry out louder, writhing against the cross.

Wrapping his hand around Potter's cock, Draco began to stroke it, each movement pulling on the clamp.

Harry whimpered and groaned with each stroke, already feeling the need to come despite everything. "Sir," he gasped.

Draco used his teeth to pull a clamp from Potter's right nipple. It snapped closed as he did.

Harry was sure that it hurt more to have the clamp off now, the harsh tug and then all the blood rushing back into his very sore nipple. More tears spilled from his eyes, his chest heaving to catch his breath.

Draco pulled the second one too, licking and sucking eagerly at Potter's nipples, hand working the man’s cock below.

"I'm close," Harry started to sob, trying to thrust into his hand, his chest feeling as though it were on fire.

Draco dropped to his knees, pulled the clamp off and closing his mouth over the head of Potter's cock, sucking.

"I can't ...." Harry was crying, but moaning for more, unable to distinguish what was pain and what was pleasure anymore. "Can I ... can I come?"

Draco was sucking the man’s cock and drew back long enough to gasp, "yes" and then devoured him again.

It only took Harry another moment before he was coming hard, screaming in pleasure.

Draco swallowed him, sucking the other man through it and not letting up until Potter began to whimper.

Harry's head fell to the side as he panted hard, feeling overly sensitive and very sore.

Licking his lips, Draco looked up at Potter. He gave a last soft kiss to Potter's cock before getting to his feet and looking into those green eyes, almost black now with his pupils dilated from pleasure and pain, and face still wet with tears. Draco leaned in and licked Potter's lips again.

Harry felt worn out amongst everything else, but he puckered his lips for another one of Malfoy's kisses, feeling needy for the gentler touch now.

Draco Summoned his wand and released the manacles, actually catching Potter when the man fell forward. He wrapped his arms around him and sank to the floor, pulling Potter into his lap. Draco hadn't come yet and gasped at the feel of Potter's body against his own.

Harry rested his head against Malfoy's shoulder as his breathing slowly returned to normal. It felt like his nipples and his cock were all throbbing along with his heartbeat. He wanted to just curl up against Malfoy and sleep, but he noticed that the other man still hadn't come yet. "You?" Harry asked quietly, not lifting his head up.

"Me?" Draco asked, cradling the man against his body and feeling as much of a thrill from that as he had from what he had done before.

"You didn't come yet," Harry reminded him, his eyes closed now.

"No, not yet," Draco whispered against Potter's lips. He reached a hand down to touch himself, stroking slowly as he still held the man with his other arm against his body. "You were fantastic," he told him, breathlessly.

"I was?" Harry asked softly, feeling a little proud even though he wasn't sure of what he did.

"Yes, so beautiful, letting me do that to you," Draco whispered, panting now as his hand sped up.

"I liked it," Harry said quietly, his warm breath flowing across the blond's skin as he rubbed his cheek against Malfoy's shoulder.

Draco's arm around Potter tightened and he came, creamy fluid spurting out onto both his stomach and the other man’s leg.

Harry felt proud for that, even though, in the end, Malfoy had ended up taking care of himself. At least he made him hard in the first place, had pleased Malfoy. Harry moved his head closer to Malfoy's neck and breathed in, finding that he enjoyed the man’s scent.

Draco was panting, face pressed against Potter’s hair as the man nuzzled his neck, rocking him slightly. "Yes, beautiful," he whispered again.

"Thank you," Harry whispered for the first time since they started having these meetings. He kissed the side of Malfoy’s neck and pressed his face against it, his skin red.

Draco had never felt so peaceful, sated not just physically, even if they hadn't fucked, but somehow more at peace in his heart at that moment than he ever remembered feeling before. He wished they could stay all night together, but the stone floor was cold and he had a game to play the next day.

Harry was comfortable where he was, but he too knew that it wasn't possible for them to stay there. "I don't want to go," he said softly, lifting his head and reaching to turn Malfoy's face toward him. He never thought he'd feel like this with the other man, but he did, and he couldn't deny that.

The blond looked down in surprise, smiling into those green eyes. "Meet me tomorrow night, too," Draco said.

"Okay," Harry said and smiled back, reaching to run his fingers through Malfoy's hair. "Good luck with the game."

Those fingers were very distracting and Draco's eyes half closed at the caress. "Um, yes," he said, then, "You going to watch the game?"

"Now I will," Harry answered, sliding one arm around Malfoy's neck.

That should not have made Draco feel so good, but there was definitely a kind of happy fluttering feeling at the idea of Potter watching him fly. "Who do you want to win tomorrow's mach?" he teased.

"Mm, who do you think?" Harry asked in reply, trailing his finger down the side of Malfoy's face now. He realised he liked touching the other man.

It brought another shiver and Draco suddenly wanted Potter to say it was him, even if the idea of the Gryffindor rooting for Slytherin seemed ridiculous. "I am going to catch that Snitch and then bring it to you tomorrow night," he whispered.

"I'll be looking forward to it. Don't disappoint me," Harry murmured, leaning in close enough so that their noses were touching.

Draco captured the man’s lips again with his own, hand coming up to cradle Potter's head, tongue thrusting into his mouth.

Harry tilted his head and slid his tongue alongside Malfoy's, his hand resting against the man’s chest.

Draco shivered at the touches, the hot kisses and the knowledge that Harry Potter wanted him. It was intoxicating.

Harry never wanted to stop, wanting to kiss Malfoy until his lips were sore, it felt so good.

Finally, reluctantly, Draco drew back and gave the man a little shove. "Time to get back to our dorms," he said.

Harry pouted a little, but nodded, moving to get up with a soft groan. He still felt unbelievably sore, and he had a feeling that he wouldn't even think about touching himself for the next day, if only because of the pain that radiated from the tip of his foreskin.

Draco watched him, excited by the knowledge that both Potter's nipples and his prick would be super sensitive.

"I'll get dressed then?" Harry asked, even as he walked over to where his clothes were in a pile.

Draco nearly blushed, realising he had forgotten that command. "Yes," he agreed and got to his own feet too, casting a Cleaning Charm.

Harry dressed a little slower than usual, shifting around uncomfortably in his underwear until he thought he could stand it.

Draco dressed too and then stood watching Potter squirm. He pulled out a phial. "I would prefer you do not use this. But if it gets to be too much to endure, use this Healing Potion."

"Thank you," Harry said, taking it from him and putting it away. Of course he would try his very best to not use it, but it was nice to have the choice.

Draco put the toys away and then led them to the wall. "Close your eyes," he told Potter.

Harry smiled and closed them, leaning in closer so that Draco could wrap the blindfold around his head.

Draco tied it and then took them through the wall again, closing it behind them. He didn't immediately untie the blindfold though, leaning in to kiss the man again first.

Harry immediately leant up into the kiss, his arms sliding around Malfoy. He wished he understood these new feelings.

The vulnerability of the mask, the way Potter arched up eagerly into Draco's kisses and made little noises, all made Draco feel protective and desired. He ran a thumb over Potter's clothed but still sore nipple as he pushed his tongue inside the man’s mouth.

Harry moaned into the kiss, his chest arching as he leant up to kiss Malfoy harder.

Draco didn't want to stop, but gradually pulled back, slipping off the blindfold as he did. "Tomorrow," he whispered again, as much to reassure himself as Potter.

"Tomorrow," Harry repeated with a small nod, unfolding his cloak. With one more look at Malfoy, he pulled it over his head.

Draco watched him disappear and then smiled, making his way back to the Slytherin dorm.