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In Every Way Possible
Chapter Number/Total: 7/44
Chapter Title: In Every Way Possible
Words: 3222 Words
Once everything was cleaned up, Harry went back over to Draco. "Well, it might be a bit rude to get up, eat, and then disappear again, but if you want to go back upstairs, I understand," he said quietly.
Draco smiled, happy Harry had asked. "I want to be with you either way," he said quietly. "I can wait to go up if you want."
Harry smiled. "Well, do you want to come and sit with me and Ron and them? I think Mr and Mrs Weasley are going to bed, but the rest will probably stay up for a bit."
Draco nodded, standing and reaching his hand for Harry. He leaned in then, whispering in Harry's ear, "At your side, under you, on top of you, anywhere you like."
Harry grinned and took Draco's hand. "At my side for now. One of the other ones later," he said, kissing Draco on the cheek very quickly.
"Ooooh," said one of the twins.
Harry rolled his eyes, but they were still very set on Draco.
Draco lifted his eyebrows, staring happily into Harry's face. His heart beat faster at the promise both in the other boy's words and in his look.
Harry smirked. "C'mon, let’s go sit in the living room." He led Draco by the hand and pulled him down onto one of the knitted-blanket-covered couches.
Fred and George, of course, plopped down right next to them. Ron and Ginny sat on the floor in front of them.
Charlie and Mr and Mrs Weasley all went to bed, each of them having a lot to deal with tomorrow.
"So," said George happily. "What ever should we talk about?"
Draco raised one eyebrow, sensing where this was going.
Harry groaned. "All right, all right," he said. "I know we bloody broke the Silencing Charm earlier. Must we bring it up?"
Fred and George both exploded with laughter. "We weren't going to say anything!" he laughed. "But if you insist, Harry!"
Harry rolled his eyes, flushing.
Ron's nose scrunched up and Ginny joined in with the laughter.
"So, do you four have recommendations on a better way to handle ... Harry's verbal nature in the future?" Draco asked, smirking.
"Eugh," said Ron.
"Yeah," George said, laughing still, "stuff a sock in his mouth. We've tried everything. We think Mum must have charmed the walls or something. Nothing works."
Fred nodded.
Harry groaned.
Draco chuckled. "His need to 'talk' during is how we ended up with the binding in the first place," he said, smirking.
Harry elbowed Draco. "Do you love to torture me?" he asked, though he was secretly pleased that Draco was able to joke around with the Weasleys.
"You want me to tell them that here?" Draco said in mock shock.
Harry smiled tightly and shook his head. "You're unbelievable," he said.
Fred and George were nearly dying with laughter. "Oh, Merlin, you might not be so bad to have around!" Fred cried.
"I think you were yelling something to that effect quite recently," Draco said to Harry. He grinned, waggling his eyebrows.
Fred actually choked on his spit or something and began coughing; even Harry had to laugh now.
Ron was the only one not laughing. "Eugh," he said again. "Can we please talk about something different than my best mate's bloody sex life?"
That made everyone laugh harder.
Draco smiled, settling his good arm around Harry, his fingers idly playing with his hair.
Harry leaned against Draco and tucked his feet underneath him.
Once Fred was done laughing, he looked at Draco. "I just remembered," he said, "Ron and Ginny said something about a prank on Harry? A bet of some sort? What's this about?"
Draco smiled. "Harry has challenged me to pull a prank on him before his birthday."
Fred and George both grinned widely. "How delightful. Have you got anything planned yet?" asked George.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Why is everything about taking the piss tonight?" he asked.
"Oh, we're not picking on you," said George. "So, have you got anything planned yet?"
Draco smiled. "Would I tell you in front of him if I did?"
"You can't tell them, period," said Harry. "No outside help or it doesn't count."
"But shopping at WWW won't go against the rules, and I hear the shop keepers are very helpful there," said Fred with a wink. "Don't you two have to go to Diagon Alley?"
"Well," Draco drawled, "a shopping trip might be ideal. My non-school wardrobe could use some new items anyway."
"Do you have dress robes?" asked Harry. "That's what I need to get. I have no idea what to get though. Robes aren't my area of expertise."
"My old ones no longer fit," Draco said, then smiled shyly at Harry for a moment. "So we go to Madam Malkin's?"
Harry grinned. "Where we first met." He snuggled closer to Draco.
"Oh, Merlin, you're both saps, aren't you?" asked Fred.
Draco smiled fondly at Harry, completely ignoring the others for a minute. "I can help pick out your robes," he said.
Harry snuggled even closer. "I wouldn't want to wear anything you didn't like," he said.
Ron cleared his throat.
Draco couldn't help it. He smirked. "Is there a problem?" he asked innocently.
Ron made a face. "I did ask nicely," he said.
"Oh, leave them alone; it's cute," said Ginny.
"Ginny! That's weird!" said Ron.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Lavender!" she coughed.
Ron narrowed his eyes.
"We weren't talking about sex or snogging, Won-Won." Draco smiled.
Harry laughed loudly. "Oh, Merlin, you know about the whole Won-Won thing?" he asked.
"The whole school knew that," Draco drawled, and then shuddered.
Ron was very red. "I broke it off with her!" he said loudly. "I never even really liked her!"
"And who do you fancy?" asked Ginny.
Ron coloured even more brightly. "No one," he said firmly.
"He is a worse liar than you are." Draco laughed, nudging Harry.
Harry laughed as well. "Oh, come on, Ron. We all know already," he said. "Even Draco knows."
"Even Draco? You make it sound like that is a stretch. Look at how long it took you!" Draco sounded offended.
"No. I mean if you can be in a different house, not be friends with them, and still notice, then everyone knows," Harry said, squeezing Draco.
"I said I don't fancy anyone, so you're all mad!" said Ron angrily.
Draco snorted. "Yeah, and I never fancied Harry."
Harry laughed. "Should we spell it out for him?" he asked.
Fred and George smirked and Ginny let out a small chuckle.
"Or you could let him suffer when she finally gives up on him and goes off with someone else," Draco said, shrugging.
Ron stared raptly at Draco. "What?" he asked weakly.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"She's a beautiful girl," Draco said casually. "Don't think others haven't noticed."
Harry looked at Draco. Had he just called Hermione Granger beautiful? Harry did think she was very pretty, though. Draco had a point.
Ron spluttered. "I - I - I don't know what you're -"
"Oh, good," Draco drawled. "Then you won't mind when Granger starts shagging someone else."
Everyone was silent and they all stared at Ron, who was mouthing wordlessly.
Harry cleared his throat. "He might be right, Ron," he said quietly.
"I don't bloody care what you all think," Ron said when he finally found his voice.
"Ron, she fancies you, too! All you have to do is make your move!" said Ginny.
"Bloody Gryffindors," Draco declared. "Had to pin this one to a wall to kiss him."
Harry sighed and shook his head, knowing that there would be nothing he could do to stop Draco ... in a manner of speaking. "First off, I didn't have a bloody clue how you felt about me, and Ron and Hermione both know how Ron feels. Secondly, we're going to bed - right now."
Draco laughed delightedly and rolled his eyes. "He is just trying to shut me up," he said to the others.
"Indeed. You need to be shut up before you kill me with your tongue." He paused. "No, Fred and George. I did not mean it that way."
The others all laughed, except Ron, of course. Harry got to his feet and pulled Draco up as well.
Draco was chuckling, allowing himself to be led off like a misbehaving child.
"Night," Harry said as he headed for the stairs.
"Night!" everyone cried.
"Remember to keep it down!" called Fred.
"Socks!" yelled George.
Harry shook his head.
Draco was still chuckling and muttering about socks when they reached the room.
Harry smirked and pushed Draco up against the wall. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked, getting very close to Draco's face but not letting their skin touch. He breathed hotly against him.
Draco's eyebrows rose and he couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face. He nodded, his pulse quickening at Harry's behaviour.
"I thought so," Harry said, taking a sharp nip at Draco's jaw.
"You going to punish me?" Draco gasped as Harry bit him.
Harry grinned wickedly, his cock jumping. "I think I might just have to," he said, voice low as he bit Draco's bottom lip and pulled at it.
"Yes, yours," Draco panted, his body beginning to tremble with desire.
Harry chuckled and suddenly pulled Draco from the wall so roughly that it almost knocked him over, but he locked his legs up and remained standing. "Fucking take your clothes off right now," Harry said, raising an eyebrow.
Draco sucked in a breath as his hand and "non-hand" both reached to pull his clothes off. He would have been startled but it seemed to be working so he relaxed as he stripped his clothes as quickly as he could manage. He had avoided using the stump to this point but found the compulsion allowed him to do so without hesitation.
Harry watched, still smirking as he began to slowly strip off his own clothes, eyes never leaving Draco for more than a second.
When Draco's clothes were gone, Harry was still standing in just his trousers. "Tell me how much you want my cock," he said reaching his hand down to finger the zipper on his trousers.
"In every way possible, and as much as it is possible to want anything," Draco said intently, his eyes devouring Harry.
Harry smirked. "You want me to get it out?" he asked teasingly; after all, Draco did need to be punished.
"Yes." Draco nodded. "I want to suck your beautiful cock." He emphasised his point by dropping to his knees in front of Harry.
Harry couldn't help that his eyes widened at that, but he quickly knocked the look off his face. His heart sped up and he unzipped his trousers slowly and then pulled them and his underwear down even slower, until he was finally standing naked, his cock already leaking and rock hard.
Draco was panting and licking his lips, looking up at Harry from his place on his knees. His own cock was hard and wet, too.
"Don't move," Harry said, slightly breathless. "Don't suck it, don't lick it - do nothing until I say so." He moved forward a bit and grasped his own cock, looking down at Draco.
Draco nearly cried, the compulsion holding him in place as his eyes watched Harry.
Harry rubbed his cock slowly across Draco's lips and cheeks, panting quietly now. This was torture, even for himself, but he was so hard and it was so fucking hot.
Draco groaned, quite literally unable to disobey Harry, and fighting the compulsion just to be able to lick once even. His heart was pounding in his ears and he groaned at the feel of that silky head against his lips and face.
Harry continued his teasing for quite a while as far as he was concerned, but then he couldn't take it anymore and he gasped as quietly as he could. "Use just your tongue," he said.
Panting, Draco licked the head of Harry's cock as much as he was allowed to reach. He desperately fought to use his lips as well but was held firmly in place. He was nearly weeping with the strain.
Harry groaned. "Want me even more now?" he asked, moving forward just a bit more.
"Please," Draco begged. "Yes, all of you."
Harry let out a shaky breath. "Suck me," he said firmly, grasping the back of Draco's head by his hair and pulling him forward.
"Mmm," Draco managed, his mouth closing on that glorious flesh, lips sliding forward and tongue swirling around the head.
"Fuck, yes," Harry growled, watching Draco hungrily. "You were fucking made to suck my cock on your knees in front of me," he panted, one hand still clutching Draco's hair.
Draco agreed with him but couldn't say anything. Instead, he hummed around the flesh in his mouth, sucking harder and taking him deeper.
Harry hissed through his teeth. "Fucking hell," he moaned, his knees buckling dangerously. "Touch me," he gasped. "Use your hand, anything."
Freed at last, Draco reached his hand out to hold the base of Harry's cock, allowing himself the freedom to deep-throat him now. He took a deep breath and lowered his mouth, taking Harry's cock so far in it touched the back of his throat.
"Holy fucking shit," Harry panted, feeling his balls tighten and the building pressure. "Oh, fucking hell, Merlin, fuck."
Draco lost himself to the taste, texture and rhythm. Coordinating his breathing with his mouth and tongue, he continued to sink down on Harry's cock and then come up for air, licking at the head each time.
"Oh, fuck, stop!" Harry cried suddenly. "I want to fuck you, right now, hard."
Draco stopped, pulling his mouth away from Harry's cock with a whimper. "Yes, please," he said, waiting for Harry to tell him what to do next.
"Get on the bed and spread your legs," Harry said quickly, breathlessly. He looked around for the lube and saw it lying where he'd left it earlier. He grabbed it and slicked his cock as fast as he could.
Draco scrambled to the bed and knelt on elbows and knees for Harry, with legs spread wide and arse in the air, his cock dangling between them. He felt totally wanton and exposed. And very, very turned on.
"Oh, fucking hell, yes," Harry groaned, looking at Draco. "Fuck, yes, like that." He climbed onto the bed behind Draco and used his already slick fingers to stretch him open. "I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard," he growled.
"Yes, please," Draco whimpered, opening to him both physically and magically. He had never known anything could feel like Harry made him feel. He never wanted anything or anyone so much.
Harry couldn't stand it anymore; he had to be inside Draco. He pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in, gripping Draco very tightly. "Oh, hell," he moaned, almost a whining sound.
Draco never really believed the expression "seeing stars" before, but he did now. The world exploded in light and magic as Harry thrust into him. He was beyond words as Harry filled his every sense.
Harry thrust forward hard, biting his lip and arching his back and, fuck, it felt so perfectly right that he was sure no two people were made for each other like he and Draco were. He cried out, Silencing Charms and socks forgotten.
Shaking and whimpering, Draco was spread and filled by Harry. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. He was Harry's and he could feel him inside.
Harry pounded into Draco, the old bed rocking with their movements, and they were probably making enough noise to wake the whole house; but it didn't matter, because Harry couldn't even think. Only Draco kept him moving, that tight heat and that clenching arse.
Pleasure rolled through his body and Draco moaned and sighed incoherently, his entire awareness focused only on Harry's body and magic filling him.
Harry's nails dug into Draco's skin as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him again. He pumped harder, faster, desperately seeking release. His whole body seemed to be seizing up, readying itself for the explosion.
Draco arched up and back into Harry, feeling his magic crackling around and through him. His cock was aching, untouched, but he was so close to coming it didn't matter. He could feel Harry's cock deep inside and his balls slapping against his own with each thrust.
Harry let out one last long moan before he was pumping all that he could into Draco, gripping him so tight there were surely marks. He collapsed on top of Draco like he had just run the length of two Quidditch fields, and he felt like he had.
Draco came screaming and thrashing under Harry. He was out of his mind with pleasure. The aftershocks continued to rock him as Harry collapsed on top of him, making him feel safe and surrounded.
Harry was breathing shakily and unevenly, his eyes closed and his hair wet with sweat. He couldn't have moved right then if he tried.
Pressed between Harry's wet, heaving body and the soaked bed sheets, Draco felt as if he were floating. Nothing mattered but the heart pounding against his back and the arms holding him. Harry's magic shimmered in the air around and in them.
It was several minutes before Harry spoke. "Wan' go ta bed?" he murmured very sleepily, not even able to open his eyes.
"In bed now," Draco managed after several tries. "Wet bed," he said.
Harry shrugged, not really understanding what Draco said. He actually let out a quiet snore, his face pressed against Draco's back. His own snore woke him again and he still didn't know what was going on.
Draco tried to take a deep breath but the other boy's weight didn't allow for it. He breathed as steady as he could, trying to centre himself enough to do magic coherently. Finally managing to pull himself together, he Summoned his wand. He hadn't done this before while still in the bed; yet, as pumped with magic as he felt right then, he thought it wouldn't be that difficult. He concentrated on widening the bed and did the spell. It worked well, doubling the width without damaging anything.
Harry groaned something and tried to lift his head up from Draco's back. He managed after what seemed a huge effort and looked around him. "Can I fit up there now?" he asked, blinking his eyes a few times. He couldn't believe how tired he was suddenly.
"Just roll over beside me," Draco said, patting the sheets he had just dried with a spell.
Harry groaned again and rolled over on his side. He scooted in close to Draco. "Merlin, I'm so bloody tired," he slurred after a huge yawn, tangling his legs with Draco's.
"You should be," Draco smiled, "since you fucked me sore all last night and several times today." He Summoned the covers that had got knocked to the floor.
Harry let out a sleepy laugh. "You're just so fuckable," he yawned, kissing whatever part of Draco that was closest. His eyes were closed again.
Draco smiled and allowed himself to drift off to sleep as well.
Chapter Title: In Every Way Possible
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Once everything was cleaned up, Harry went back over to Draco. "Well, it might be a bit rude to get up, eat, and then disappear again, but if you want to go back upstairs, I understand," he said quietly.
Draco smiled, happy Harry had asked. "I want to be with you either way," he said quietly. "I can wait to go up if you want."
Harry smiled. "Well, do you want to come and sit with me and Ron and them? I think Mr and Mrs Weasley are going to bed, but the rest will probably stay up for a bit."
Draco nodded, standing and reaching his hand for Harry. He leaned in then, whispering in Harry's ear, "At your side, under you, on top of you, anywhere you like."
Harry grinned and took Draco's hand. "At my side for now. One of the other ones later," he said, kissing Draco on the cheek very quickly.
"Ooooh," said one of the twins.
Harry rolled his eyes, but they were still very set on Draco.
Draco lifted his eyebrows, staring happily into Harry's face. His heart beat faster at the promise both in the other boy's words and in his look.
Harry smirked. "C'mon, let’s go sit in the living room." He led Draco by the hand and pulled him down onto one of the knitted-blanket-covered couches.
Fred and George, of course, plopped down right next to them. Ron and Ginny sat on the floor in front of them.
Charlie and Mr and Mrs Weasley all went to bed, each of them having a lot to deal with tomorrow.
"So," said George happily. "What ever should we talk about?"
Draco raised one eyebrow, sensing where this was going.
Harry groaned. "All right, all right," he said. "I know we bloody broke the Silencing Charm earlier. Must we bring it up?"
Fred and George both exploded with laughter. "We weren't going to say anything!" he laughed. "But if you insist, Harry!"
Harry rolled his eyes, flushing.
Ron's nose scrunched up and Ginny joined in with the laughter.
"So, do you four have recommendations on a better way to handle ... Harry's verbal nature in the future?" Draco asked, smirking.
"Eugh," said Ron.
"Yeah," George said, laughing still, "stuff a sock in his mouth. We've tried everything. We think Mum must have charmed the walls or something. Nothing works."
Fred nodded.
Harry groaned.
Draco chuckled. "His need to 'talk' during is how we ended up with the binding in the first place," he said, smirking.
Harry elbowed Draco. "Do you love to torture me?" he asked, though he was secretly pleased that Draco was able to joke around with the Weasleys.
"You want me to tell them that here?" Draco said in mock shock.
Harry smiled tightly and shook his head. "You're unbelievable," he said.
Fred and George were nearly dying with laughter. "Oh, Merlin, you might not be so bad to have around!" Fred cried.
"I think you were yelling something to that effect quite recently," Draco said to Harry. He grinned, waggling his eyebrows.
Fred actually choked on his spit or something and began coughing; even Harry had to laugh now.
Ron was the only one not laughing. "Eugh," he said again. "Can we please talk about something different than my best mate's bloody sex life?"
That made everyone laugh harder.
Draco smiled, settling his good arm around Harry, his fingers idly playing with his hair.
Harry leaned against Draco and tucked his feet underneath him.
Once Fred was done laughing, he looked at Draco. "I just remembered," he said, "Ron and Ginny said something about a prank on Harry? A bet of some sort? What's this about?"
Draco smiled. "Harry has challenged me to pull a prank on him before his birthday."
Fred and George both grinned widely. "How delightful. Have you got anything planned yet?" asked George.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Why is everything about taking the piss tonight?" he asked.
"Oh, we're not picking on you," said George. "So, have you got anything planned yet?"
Draco smiled. "Would I tell you in front of him if I did?"
"You can't tell them, period," said Harry. "No outside help or it doesn't count."
"But shopping at WWW won't go against the rules, and I hear the shop keepers are very helpful there," said Fred with a wink. "Don't you two have to go to Diagon Alley?"
"Well," Draco drawled, "a shopping trip might be ideal. My non-school wardrobe could use some new items anyway."
"Do you have dress robes?" asked Harry. "That's what I need to get. I have no idea what to get though. Robes aren't my area of expertise."
"My old ones no longer fit," Draco said, then smiled shyly at Harry for a moment. "So we go to Madam Malkin's?"
Harry grinned. "Where we first met." He snuggled closer to Draco.
"Oh, Merlin, you're both saps, aren't you?" asked Fred.
Draco smiled fondly at Harry, completely ignoring the others for a minute. "I can help pick out your robes," he said.
Harry snuggled even closer. "I wouldn't want to wear anything you didn't like," he said.
Ron cleared his throat.
Draco couldn't help it. He smirked. "Is there a problem?" he asked innocently.
Ron made a face. "I did ask nicely," he said.
"Oh, leave them alone; it's cute," said Ginny.
"Ginny! That's weird!" said Ron.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Lavender!" she coughed.
Ron narrowed his eyes.
"We weren't talking about sex or snogging, Won-Won." Draco smiled.
Harry laughed loudly. "Oh, Merlin, you know about the whole Won-Won thing?" he asked.
"The whole school knew that," Draco drawled, and then shuddered.
Ron was very red. "I broke it off with her!" he said loudly. "I never even really liked her!"
"And who do you fancy?" asked Ginny.
Ron coloured even more brightly. "No one," he said firmly.
"He is a worse liar than you are." Draco laughed, nudging Harry.
Harry laughed as well. "Oh, come on, Ron. We all know already," he said. "Even Draco knows."
"Even Draco? You make it sound like that is a stretch. Look at how long it took you!" Draco sounded offended.
"No. I mean if you can be in a different house, not be friends with them, and still notice, then everyone knows," Harry said, squeezing Draco.
"I said I don't fancy anyone, so you're all mad!" said Ron angrily.
Draco snorted. "Yeah, and I never fancied Harry."
Harry laughed. "Should we spell it out for him?" he asked.
Fred and George smirked and Ginny let out a small chuckle.
"Or you could let him suffer when she finally gives up on him and goes off with someone else," Draco said, shrugging.
Ron stared raptly at Draco. "What?" he asked weakly.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"She's a beautiful girl," Draco said casually. "Don't think others haven't noticed."
Harry looked at Draco. Had he just called Hermione Granger beautiful? Harry did think she was very pretty, though. Draco had a point.
Ron spluttered. "I - I - I don't know what you're -"
"Oh, good," Draco drawled. "Then you won't mind when Granger starts shagging someone else."
Everyone was silent and they all stared at Ron, who was mouthing wordlessly.
Harry cleared his throat. "He might be right, Ron," he said quietly.
"I don't bloody care what you all think," Ron said when he finally found his voice.
"Ron, she fancies you, too! All you have to do is make your move!" said Ginny.
"Bloody Gryffindors," Draco declared. "Had to pin this one to a wall to kiss him."
Harry sighed and shook his head, knowing that there would be nothing he could do to stop Draco ... in a manner of speaking. "First off, I didn't have a bloody clue how you felt about me, and Ron and Hermione both know how Ron feels. Secondly, we're going to bed - right now."
Draco laughed delightedly and rolled his eyes. "He is just trying to shut me up," he said to the others.
"Indeed. You need to be shut up before you kill me with your tongue." He paused. "No, Fred and George. I did not mean it that way."
The others all laughed, except Ron, of course. Harry got to his feet and pulled Draco up as well.
Draco was chuckling, allowing himself to be led off like a misbehaving child.
"Night," Harry said as he headed for the stairs.
"Night!" everyone cried.
"Remember to keep it down!" called Fred.
"Socks!" yelled George.
Harry shook his head.
Draco was still chuckling and muttering about socks when they reached the room.
Harry smirked and pushed Draco up against the wall. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked, getting very close to Draco's face but not letting their skin touch. He breathed hotly against him.
Draco's eyebrows rose and he couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face. He nodded, his pulse quickening at Harry's behaviour.
"I thought so," Harry said, taking a sharp nip at Draco's jaw.
"You going to punish me?" Draco gasped as Harry bit him.
Harry grinned wickedly, his cock jumping. "I think I might just have to," he said, voice low as he bit Draco's bottom lip and pulled at it.
"Yes, yours," Draco panted, his body beginning to tremble with desire.
Harry chuckled and suddenly pulled Draco from the wall so roughly that it almost knocked him over, but he locked his legs up and remained standing. "Fucking take your clothes off right now," Harry said, raising an eyebrow.
Draco sucked in a breath as his hand and "non-hand" both reached to pull his clothes off. He would have been startled but it seemed to be working so he relaxed as he stripped his clothes as quickly as he could manage. He had avoided using the stump to this point but found the compulsion allowed him to do so without hesitation.
Harry watched, still smirking as he began to slowly strip off his own clothes, eyes never leaving Draco for more than a second.
When Draco's clothes were gone, Harry was still standing in just his trousers. "Tell me how much you want my cock," he said reaching his hand down to finger the zipper on his trousers.
"In every way possible, and as much as it is possible to want anything," Draco said intently, his eyes devouring Harry.
Harry smirked. "You want me to get it out?" he asked teasingly; after all, Draco did need to be punished.
"Yes." Draco nodded. "I want to suck your beautiful cock." He emphasised his point by dropping to his knees in front of Harry.
Harry couldn't help that his eyes widened at that, but he quickly knocked the look off his face. His heart sped up and he unzipped his trousers slowly and then pulled them and his underwear down even slower, until he was finally standing naked, his cock already leaking and rock hard.
Draco was panting and licking his lips, looking up at Harry from his place on his knees. His own cock was hard and wet, too.
"Don't move," Harry said, slightly breathless. "Don't suck it, don't lick it - do nothing until I say so." He moved forward a bit and grasped his own cock, looking down at Draco.
Draco nearly cried, the compulsion holding him in place as his eyes watched Harry.
Harry rubbed his cock slowly across Draco's lips and cheeks, panting quietly now. This was torture, even for himself, but he was so hard and it was so fucking hot.
Draco groaned, quite literally unable to disobey Harry, and fighting the compulsion just to be able to lick once even. His heart was pounding in his ears and he groaned at the feel of that silky head against his lips and face.
Harry continued his teasing for quite a while as far as he was concerned, but then he couldn't take it anymore and he gasped as quietly as he could. "Use just your tongue," he said.
Panting, Draco licked the head of Harry's cock as much as he was allowed to reach. He desperately fought to use his lips as well but was held firmly in place. He was nearly weeping with the strain.
Harry groaned. "Want me even more now?" he asked, moving forward just a bit more.
"Please," Draco begged. "Yes, all of you."
Harry let out a shaky breath. "Suck me," he said firmly, grasping the back of Draco's head by his hair and pulling him forward.
"Mmm," Draco managed, his mouth closing on that glorious flesh, lips sliding forward and tongue swirling around the head.
"Fuck, yes," Harry growled, watching Draco hungrily. "You were fucking made to suck my cock on your knees in front of me," he panted, one hand still clutching Draco's hair.
Draco agreed with him but couldn't say anything. Instead, he hummed around the flesh in his mouth, sucking harder and taking him deeper.
Harry hissed through his teeth. "Fucking hell," he moaned, his knees buckling dangerously. "Touch me," he gasped. "Use your hand, anything."
Freed at last, Draco reached his hand out to hold the base of Harry's cock, allowing himself the freedom to deep-throat him now. He took a deep breath and lowered his mouth, taking Harry's cock so far in it touched the back of his throat.
"Holy fucking shit," Harry panted, feeling his balls tighten and the building pressure. "Oh, fucking hell, Merlin, fuck."
Draco lost himself to the taste, texture and rhythm. Coordinating his breathing with his mouth and tongue, he continued to sink down on Harry's cock and then come up for air, licking at the head each time.
"Oh, fuck, stop!" Harry cried suddenly. "I want to fuck you, right now, hard."
Draco stopped, pulling his mouth away from Harry's cock with a whimper. "Yes, please," he said, waiting for Harry to tell him what to do next.
"Get on the bed and spread your legs," Harry said quickly, breathlessly. He looked around for the lube and saw it lying where he'd left it earlier. He grabbed it and slicked his cock as fast as he could.
Draco scrambled to the bed and knelt on elbows and knees for Harry, with legs spread wide and arse in the air, his cock dangling between them. He felt totally wanton and exposed. And very, very turned on.
"Oh, fucking hell, yes," Harry groaned, looking at Draco. "Fuck, yes, like that." He climbed onto the bed behind Draco and used his already slick fingers to stretch him open. "I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard," he growled.
"Yes, please," Draco whimpered, opening to him both physically and magically. He had never known anything could feel like Harry made him feel. He never wanted anything or anyone so much.
Harry couldn't stand it anymore; he had to be inside Draco. He pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in, gripping Draco very tightly. "Oh, hell," he moaned, almost a whining sound.
Draco never really believed the expression "seeing stars" before, but he did now. The world exploded in light and magic as Harry thrust into him. He was beyond words as Harry filled his every sense.
Harry thrust forward hard, biting his lip and arching his back and, fuck, it felt so perfectly right that he was sure no two people were made for each other like he and Draco were. He cried out, Silencing Charms and socks forgotten.
Shaking and whimpering, Draco was spread and filled by Harry. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. He was Harry's and he could feel him inside.
Harry pounded into Draco, the old bed rocking with their movements, and they were probably making enough noise to wake the whole house; but it didn't matter, because Harry couldn't even think. Only Draco kept him moving, that tight heat and that clenching arse.
Pleasure rolled through his body and Draco moaned and sighed incoherently, his entire awareness focused only on Harry's body and magic filling him.
Harry's nails dug into Draco's skin as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him again. He pumped harder, faster, desperately seeking release. His whole body seemed to be seizing up, readying itself for the explosion.
Draco arched up and back into Harry, feeling his magic crackling around and through him. His cock was aching, untouched, but he was so close to coming it didn't matter. He could feel Harry's cock deep inside and his balls slapping against his own with each thrust.
Harry let out one last long moan before he was pumping all that he could into Draco, gripping him so tight there were surely marks. He collapsed on top of Draco like he had just run the length of two Quidditch fields, and he felt like he had.
Draco came screaming and thrashing under Harry. He was out of his mind with pleasure. The aftershocks continued to rock him as Harry collapsed on top of him, making him feel safe and surrounded.
Harry was breathing shakily and unevenly, his eyes closed and his hair wet with sweat. He couldn't have moved right then if he tried.
Pressed between Harry's wet, heaving body and the soaked bed sheets, Draco felt as if he were floating. Nothing mattered but the heart pounding against his back and the arms holding him. Harry's magic shimmered in the air around and in them.
It was several minutes before Harry spoke. "Wan' go ta bed?" he murmured very sleepily, not even able to open his eyes.
"In bed now," Draco managed after several tries. "Wet bed," he said.
Harry shrugged, not really understanding what Draco said. He actually let out a quiet snore, his face pressed against Draco's back. His own snore woke him again and he still didn't know what was going on.
Draco tried to take a deep breath but the other boy's weight didn't allow for it. He breathed as steady as he could, trying to centre himself enough to do magic coherently. Finally managing to pull himself together, he Summoned his wand. He hadn't done this before while still in the bed; yet, as pumped with magic as he felt right then, he thought it wouldn't be that difficult. He concentrated on widening the bed and did the spell. It worked well, doubling the width without damaging anything.
Harry groaned something and tried to lift his head up from Draco's back. He managed after what seemed a huge effort and looked around him. "Can I fit up there now?" he asked, blinking his eyes a few times. He couldn't believe how tired he was suddenly.
"Just roll over beside me," Draco said, patting the sheets he had just dried with a spell.
Harry groaned again and rolled over on his side. He scooted in close to Draco. "Merlin, I'm so bloody tired," he slurred after a huge yawn, tangling his legs with Draco's.
"You should be," Draco smiled, "since you fucked me sore all last night and several times today." He Summoned the covers that had got knocked to the floor.
Harry let out a sleepy laugh. "You're just so fuckable," he yawned, kissing whatever part of Draco that was closest. His eyes were closed again.
Draco smiled and allowed himself to drift off to sleep as well.