To Give Everything

Draco straddled Harry’s hips, then grasped both of his wrists and pressed them above the dark haired man’s head. "Do I bind you or make you hold them there?"

"Isn't it really up to you?" Harry asked, smiling.

Draco chuckled and cast Incarcerous, tying Harry's arms in place, then scooted down so he sat on the man’s thighs and leant in to flick his tongue against a red nipple.

Harry was glad Draco had bound his hands above him because he really wasn't sure if he would have been able to hold them up there on his own. It left him more vulnerable, sucking in a deep breath as his nipple was touched.

Draco ran the tip of his tongue in a circle over that swollen flesh and he felt Potter's cock twitch in response. So he pressed his mouth over the nipple, spearing the center with his tongue.

Harry couldn't help but moan, his back arching as he started to squirm.

"Mmm," Draco said, licking again before letting go with a pop and moving to tease the other one. When his mouth covered the second nipple, he slid his hand between their bodies, wrapping around Potter's prick, not yet touching the tip, but squeezing the shaft.

Harry arched into Draco’s hand and whimpered.

"So eager for me," Draco whispered, when he released the second nipple. He slid one knee over Harry's leg and used it to push them open.

Harry let his legs open a little wider so that Draco could settle down in between them.

Kneeling between Harry's legs, Draco sat back on his heels, looking down at him. His own cock was jutting as eagerly as the other man’s. "Bend your legs and spread yourself for me," Draco told him, voice husky with his desire for Harry.

Harry realised what this meant and what would probably happen that night. Of course it made him nervous, but he had known it would happen one day. He did as he was told, blushing at being so exposed.

One hand was still holding Harry's cock, and Draco trailed the other down over the man’s balls to the device below, gently turning it inside him.

Harry bit his lip softly, breathing in with a hiss. He really hoped he was ready for this.

Slowly, Draco withdrew the plug from Harry's oiled hole.

Harry bit his lip harder and lifted his hips. It didn't hurt so much anymore, so he guessed that was good.

Draco tossed the device aside and Summoned the bottle of oil from the shelf, coating a couple of his fingers. He leant down, the tip of his tongue licking the end of Harry's cock as he began to massage oil into that stretched opening.

Harry gasped and groaned; both from the pleasure and the bit of pain he felt when Draco’s tongue brushed over the sore part of his foreskin.

Draco slid his mouth over the head of Harry's cock, tongue teasing both head and bruised foreskin as he did, sucking. A single finger sank into the man without resistance at the same time.

"Fuck," Harry cried out, not even realising the finger was pushing inside of him until he tensed, feeling it when he clenched around it.

"Mmm," Draco hummed, teasing the slit atop Harry's cock with his tongue as he kept twisting the oiled finger, feeling for that bundle of nerves inside.

Harry gasped and arched when Draco touched a spot in him that made tingles of pleasure race up his spine.

Pleased when he felt that shudder, Draco made sure to rub Harry's prostate as he worked the finger in and out, soon introducing a second. He slowed his mouth down though, licking slowly around the crown.

Harry was breathing hard, finding that he had begun to press down on the fingers, hissing as Draco continued to move down on his cock.

Draco lifted his head. "Yes, that's good," he encouraged as he added another finger.

Harry found that the fingers were sliding in a lot easier without much pain. It even felt good, better when he touched that spot inside of him. "It's good," he gasped, his toes curling into the bed.

Draco smiled. "Tell me what you want," he ordered.

"Want you to fuck me, please," Harry said, knowing exactly what to beg for and wanting it more than anything now.

Draco shivered, his cock answering enthusiastically. He laid another kiss on Harry's cock before sitting back on his heels again, admiring the man bound and spread before him. He withdrew his fingers and put more oil on his cock. "Yes, I'm going to push my prick up your arse," he told Harry in a breathless voice.

Harry flushed and nodded, leaning up as best he could to get a look. He was beginning to get nervous again, but he knew Draco would stop if he told him to. He trusted him.

"Lift your hips," Draco said as he Summoned a pillow.

"It'll be okay, right?" Harry asked as he obeyed.

Draco pushed the pillow under Harry's hips, then stroked and squeezed the man’s open thighs. "You doubt me?"

"No, I'm just nervous," Harry said, blushing again. "I can do this."

"Yes, you can," Draco said, moving up to position himself. His heart was pounding with excitement. He rubbed the head of his cock in little circles against that oil-slicked hole.

Harry bit his lip and made soft noises as the head brushed against him.

Draco lifted Potter's legs, putting the man’s feet over his shoulders. He took a deep breath, looking into Harry's green eyes. Then Draco slowly pressed his cock into Harry.

Harry breathed in deeply, his eyes squeezing shut as he concentrated on relaxing, a small whine building up inside him.

That tight ring gave, surrendering to Draco's prick, as Harry slowly opened up to him. He shuddered, hands tight on Harry's legs, and then moaned in pleasure as he gently pushed further inside.

"God," Harry gasped, his hands clenched into fists where they were tied up above his head.

"Yes," Draco whispered, working his prick deeper and watching the other man writhe beneath him. This time Harry's channel took him, clenching and loosening around Draco's cock until it felt like it was pulling him in.

It seemed like it would be too much, but as Harry adjusted, it became a little easier. "Feels ... feels ...." He trailed off, not sure of how to describe it.

"Fantastic," Draco answered, finally pushing in so deep he could feel his balls against Harry's body.

"Yeah," Harry whispered, breathing in and letting it out slowly.

Draco could feel the man’s body spasming around him. "Ready?"

Harry shifted and then slowly nodded, kind of wishing he could grip Draco's arms. "Yes."

Draco pulled back slowly, feeling Harry's muscles as they seemed to grip his cock.

Harry's back arched as Draco pulled back out, still not sure how to describe this particular feeling.

Draco looked down, watching his prick this time as he slid back in. "Yes, so hot," he whispered.

"Kiss me?" Harry asked quietly, wanting to pull him down badly.

Draco wasn't sure how to do that from this angle, so he gently moved Harry's legs down from his shoulders and, when the man's legs clutched his hips, pressed deep into him as he leant down to kiss Harry.

Harry wrapped his legs tighter around Draco's hips, groaning against his lips. "More," he whispered.

Draco huffed at the demand but was thrilled regardless. He pressed his lips hard into Harry's, licking and sucking and thrusting his tongue into the man’s mouth as he began to also thrust into his body.

Harry heard the huff and it made him smile a little even as they kissed, his body beginning to move slowly with Draco's. "Sorry, Sir," he managed to say.

Draco loved the "Sir" and he moaned as he slid in again, nuzzling Harry's face and giving him a little nip on the chin.

Harry chuckled a little breathlessly, moaning loudly when Draco pressed against that certain spot quite suddenly.

"Yes, that's it," Draco purred, pleased with the responses. He made sure to angle his thrusts to give Harry more as he continued to kiss and nip the man’s face and then his neck.

Harry arched and shuddered, knowing that his shoulders would probably hurt him later from how much he was straining them, but that didn't seem to bother him much. "Keep ... oh, fuck, just ...." He whimpered, wanting Draco to speed up.

Draco sucked hard on Potter's neck, knowing he was probably going to leave marks, but he didn't care. His hips rocked faster, thrusting his cock deeper as Harry's willing body pulled him in, drove him on.

"Harder," Harry gasped, straining to move with Draco more. He, too, knew there would be marks from how hard Draco was sucking, but it felt good, adding more pleasure. "Bite harder."

That made Draco shudder and he began to do that, leaving red marks down the man’s neck and shoulders as he thrust harder. One hand came up to pinch a swollen nipple as his mouth closed on the other.

Harry nearly screamed, the combination almost bordering on unbearable for him. "I can't ... Draco," he sobbed, feeling close even though it felt as though they had just begun. "Don't want to come yet ...."

Draco backed off so that he was only gently licking the man’s nipple. "Come now and then come again later," he suggested, voice deeper with desire. Then he closed his teeth on that nipple and began thrusting hard.

Harry tried his best to drag it out, but the moment Draco bit down on his nipple he couldn't hold back anymore, really screaming this time as he came hard.

Draco himself wasn't quite prepared for how amazing Harry's body clenching around him would feel. He released the man’s nipple and cried out too, coming inside of him.

Harry felt that he would never stop shaking, the tremors moving through his body for what felt like much longer than a minute.

Draco had collapsed, face still pressed against Harry's chest and gasping for air. He let himself just float there in that post-orgasm high.

Harry panted as he slowly came down from his own high, swallowing to wet his dry throat. He couldn't breathe as deeply as he wanted to with Draco on top of him, but it was all right. It was very good, in fact.

Draco kissed the swollen nipple near his mouth lightly and then pushed up, his cock sliding from Harry's body with a wet pop.

Harry hissed softly, letting his legs fall down with a sigh. Now he felt tired.

Draco Summoned his wand then, releasing the bindings on Potter's arms and then casting Cleaning Charms on both of them before lying down on the bed beside the other man.

Harry slowly pulled his arms down to his sides, wincing and making a few painful noises the entire time.

Draco turned on his side, watching Harry. "Let me see your hands," he said.

Harry raised them up for Draco to see.

Turning them over, Draco examined both. "You pulled hard on the bindings. Do your wrists or shoulders hurt?"

"Shoulders," Harry replied, rolling them a little with a wince.

"Turn over," Draco said, sitting up again.

Harry turned over onto his stomach, shifting his head so that his cheek pressed against the pillow.

The view was fantastic. Draco was momentarily distracted by the expanse of back and arse; that lovely curve where the spine dipped before rising to disappear into the crevice between two firm mounds.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, feeling like he could fall asleep like this.

Draco smiled, running a hand down the man’s back and then up again. He didn't know a charm to ease muscle strain so he moved to straddle Harry's back, sitting on his arse and then reaching for his shoulders.

Harry closed his eyes when he felt Draco's hands on him, breathing in deeply and then letting it out slowly.

Draco didn't know if he was doing it right, but Harry did seem to like it. Draco kneaded his shoulder muscles, finding he liked the feel of them. That, and sitting on Harry's arse was delightful.

Harry groaned softly as Draco started to work out the kinks that had formed in his shoulders. "That feels better," he sighed.

The way he was sitting on Potter's arse caused Draco's balls and cock to rub against it, having a predictable response. He tried to focus on the massage of Harry's shoulders and some of his upper back, even as he found himself rocking a little against him.

Harry felt that Draco was hard again, and that made him a little excited, despite feeling tired. It made him proud to know that he could do that to the other man without really even trying.

Draco kept working his fingers down Harry's back, enjoying the feel of those muscles in the lean body. And enjoying rubbing his prick between the other man’s arse cheeks.

"You can fuck me again, you know," Harry whispered.

The words made Draco shudder, his cock seeming to try to answer for him. "Spread your legs."

Harry did, feeling a lot less nervous than the first time.

Draco moved, kneeling between them and continuing to massage down Harry's back, working on the base for a bit before kneading those rounded cheeks.

Harry moaned softly, feeling unbelievably relaxed where he lay. Relaxed and comfortable.

Draco spread Harry's cheeks, looking again at that stretched and tempting hole. It had felt so good and he was eager to press inside again. First, he teased it with his thumbs, enjoying the way the slick ring quivered in response.

Harry flushed and buried his face in the sheets to hide it, feeling himself clench.

"Oh, this hole is mine, isn't it?" Draco purred.

Harry didn't think he could be any redder. "Yes," he whispered, and for some reason, at that very moment, he realised he wasn't a virgin anymore.

Draco grinned and pushed a thumb inside, feeling the oil and his own come from before. His cock twitched when that ring clenched around his thumb.

Harry sighed, remembering when doing this wasn't as easy as it was now. He really never thought he'd be in this position. Ever.

"Tell me how it feels," Draco insisted, wriggling the thumb inside of Harry.

"Like ... there's something up my arse," Harry replied with a small laugh.

Draco snorted and used his other hand to give Potter a slap on his arse.

"Ow! But it does!" Harry continued to laugh, unable to help himself.

"You want something else up your arse?" Draco asked, grinning.

"Yeah," Harry replied, grinning a little. "Something."

"Oh, so my thumb isn't what you are wanting?" Draco teased.

"No, as good as it feels," Harry replied, clenching tightly around it.

Groaning, Draco shivered, pre-come dripping from his prick now at the promise of that. "Tell me," he whispered.

"Your cock," Harry murmured, pulling himself up a little so that the thumb could slip out, only to press back down on it. "I want your cock inside me."

Harry fucking himself on his thumb was hot and Draco's heart sped up even more. "Up on your knees," he told him.

Harry pushed himself onto his knees, his legs spreading apart a little more. "Can you find that spot again?" he asked.

"This one?" Draco asked smugly, twisting his thumb and pressing gently.

"Yes," Harry hissed, his back arching. "What is that? "

"Prostate," Draco explained, "part of your genitals inside your body." He smiled at the way Potter arched like a cat, seeking more.

"Feels so good," Harry mumbled, wriggling his hips to get more of that feeling.

Draco got up on his knees, pressing his cock to the edge of Harry's hole, still rubbing his thumb for a bit more and then sliding it out to position himself.

Harry whined softly when the thumb was pulled out. "Please," he begged, trying to press down on him.

Potter begging for him was fantastic. Draco rubbed the head of his cock against that hole, teasing him more.

"Come on," Harry pleaded, wriggling his hips again. "Please, Draco!"

"Fuck," Draco whispered, the sensation of Harry moving like that feeling amazing. He pushed against that ring of muscle, feeling it give around the head of his prick.

"Fuck," Harry whispered as well, groaning as Draco slowly pushed inside of him.

Draco moaned as he worked his prick into the man, fingers holding him open and watching Potter's body take him in.

"God," Harry whispered, finding that he already needed more than this, much more. "Draco, please ... I'm okay ...."

"Ready for me to pound you?" Draco asked, pushing in the rest of the way, feeling his balls pressing into Harry's.

"Yes, Sir, I'm ready," Harry answered, leaning up to brace himself.

The response made Draco shiver in pleasure. He gripped both of Harry's hips, pulled back, and thrust in hard.

Harry cried out and gritted his teeth, gripping the sheets underneath him as he was pushed forward by the force of the thrust.

"Yesss," Draco gasped, as he began pumping his hips, thrusting. He had fantasised this over and over and now it was real, and even better than he imagined.

Once Harry didn't feel like he was going to fall down, he started to push back with the thrusts, his back arching each time Draco would press against that spot. "So ... good, fuck," he gasped, not caring how loud he was.

Draco didn't hold back, pounding into the man now, enjoying the feeling and sound of their skin slapping together, his cock plunging in and out and the way Harry met every move. "Yes, your arse is mine!" he growled.

"Yours," Harry gasped, beginning to feel close, but it was soon, much too soon. He didn't want this to end yet.

Draco didn't want to come yet either and after a few more thrusts, slowed down, rotating his hips now as he moved in and out. "Yes, you should see how you look," he gasped. "Your arse in the air, impaled on my cock, skin slick with sweat."

Harry bit his lip again, resting his forehead on the sheets as he slowed down. "Wish I could see you," he murmured, moaning softly when Draco pressed back inside.

"You like to see me?" Draco asked, shuddering as he slid back again.

"Yeah, I do," Harry answered, not realising what he was admitting.

Draco enjoyed the other man’s arse up like this, but he liked seeing Harry’s face, too. He smiled and picked up his wand, Transfiguring the stocks into a mirror so that they could see each other. Then he Summoned Harry’s glasses, as well, and leant forward, handing them to the other man.

Harry took the glasses and pushed them into place. He looked up in surprise, smiling a little when he saw Draco. It wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but it would do.

Draco laughed at the look on the other man’s face, then began thrusting harder again, eyes meeting Harry's in the mirror.

The thrust surprised him and Harry closed his eyes before he could help it, a cry escaping him. He opened them quickly though, forcing himself to look up and stare into Draco’s grey eyes as he moved.

Draco let himself go then, thrusting faster, panting as he fucked the other man, watching him as he did.

Harry moved with him, trying to keep his eyes open as he was fucked, but it was hard. "I ... I'm close," he gasped, finally closing his eyes and letting his head fall, glasses slipping down his sweaty face.

"Can't come until I tell you," Draco growled, slamming harder into Harry's body.

"I know," Harry whimpered, feeling himself tense up. "Trying ...."

It was exciting that Harry enjoyed this so much he could come, cock untouched, just from Draco fucking him. "You want it?"

"I want to come, Sir, please," Harry said, looking up and nodding, even as his body rocked with Draco's hard thrusts. He would definitely be sore later, but he felt it would be a good sore.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Come, Harry!" Draco shouted as his own body tensed and he thrust as hard as he could now.

Harry started to come before the words even left Draco's mouth, his body shuddering hard as he groaned.

Draco felt the man’s body spasming under him and saw that amazing look of pleasure on Harry’s face. His own fingers dug into Harry's flesh as he plunged in hard, coming with a kind of strangled growl.

Harry mentally added bruises to the list of things that he'd have to deal with the next day. But it most definitely wasn't a bad thing.

Draco held on, shuddering and still looking in the mirror. It was an amazing sight, Potter on his knees with Draco on top of him. He smiled at Harry in the mirror, his cock giving another spasm inside the man.

Harry caught the smile and gave him one in return, though it looked more like a grimace than anything.

Draco petted Harry's arse and then slowly pulled his prick out of him, smirking as he saw come dripping out when he did.

Harry didn't think he liked that particular feeling. He clenched to stop it.

Draco watched the hole tighten and he smiled, rubbing the slick muscle with his thumb again.

Harry sighed, reaching to pull a pillow close as Draco touched him. "This is so weird," he said after a while.

"Weird?" Draco asked, smirking at him in the mirror as he continued to play with Harry's arse and the spunk.

"Yeah, I mean ... does this make me gay?" Harry asked curiously, looking up at Draco in the mirror.

Draco knew the Muggles called it that but only shrugged, a slight movement with his eyebrows more than his shoulders. He picked up his wand and cast Cleaning Charms on them both. "Stay like this," he said as he climbed out of the bed to find the discarded device. "Do you like girls?" he asked as he picked it up.

"They're ... okay," Harry found himself saying, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. The main thing that he was thinking was that he couldn't do something like this with a girl.

Draco cleaned the device and Transfigured it so that it was slightly larger, nearly the same size as his own prick. Then he began oiling it again. "Okay? You don't think about sex when you look at girls?"

"Well, I've only been with you ... I only think about sex with you. Or like, blokes. Since I don't really know how it is to be with a girl," Harry explained. "Probably like this, right? Except I'd be on top."

Draco wasn't sure what to say to that. He liked girls well enough, physically. Yet, it felt different to him. "They do have different body parts," he pointed out. He moved back behind where Harry's arse was still raised and used the oil to slick him again.

"Yeah, I obviously know that. I'm not that stupid," Harry said, making a small face when Draco touched his hole again.

Draco snorted. He hadn't thought Harry was stupid. Actually, realising that was interesting to him as well. "So who have you thought about besides me?"

"No one, really," Harry said with a shrug.

"You think about me? How much?" Draco said, smiling and looking into the mirror as he gently pressed the plug into Harry's arse.

Harry was going to reply, but the plug distracted him, his eyes squeezing shut.

"How does it feel? Do you need a Healing Draught?" Draco asked.

"It's really sore, but, I don't know if I need one," Harry murmured softly, clenching gently around the plug.

Watching the man's hole clench like that made Draco want another go, even after coming twice, but he figured he'd better give Harry a chance to heal. He patted his arse, though, still enjoying the sight.

"How long do I have to keep this in for?" Harry asked, starting to get up.

"I want you ready for me, so I can take you whenever I want," Draco said.

"Whenever?" Harry asked as he sat up and looked back at him.

Draco grinned, nodding. "Yes," he said, imagining the possibilities.

"And wherever?" Harry asked, turning around completely to face him.

"Yes," Draco smirked. "You won't know when and where, but I might just have to pull you into dark corners and have my way with you." He watched to see Harry's reaction to that.

Harry's eyes widened before he flushed, just the thought of something like that happening made his stomach flutter.

Draco reached a hand out to cup Harry's cheek, looking into his eyes. "You like that idea," he whispered.

"Just imagining it ... you know, before class or ... whatever," Harry murmured, looking back into Draco's eyes.

That look made Draco's prick quiver again. "Yes," he said, swallowing. "Like on the pitch."

"I liked that. We could get caught," Harry said.

"You want to get caught?" Draco asked, fingers gently caressing Harry's jaw line.

"No, but just the thought that we could ... makes it more exciting, right?" Harry asked.

Draco leant in and kissed Harry again, nibbling on the man’s lips. "You are exciting," he whispered against them.

"Am I really?" Harry asked, leaning away from the kiss to look at him, a playful smile on his face.

Draco thought that it might be something about Harry's nature, always sneaking about the school and getting into all sorts of bizarre situations. Because the other man certainly seemed able to take what Draco gave him. "I suppose we should go back to our dorms before they send a search party for you," he said reluctantly.

Harry made another face and sighed, not really wanting to go back. "One night away won't freak them out," he said, shaking his head. "I've done it before."

"You've stayed out all night from the dorms? When?" Draco asked, feeling odd about that. Was he jealous?

"A few times. I'd go up to the tower and just sit there. Sometimes I'd fall asleep," Harry said, as if it wasn't anything.

"Like the night I found you there," Draco said. "Doesn't the Weasel or anyone else worry about where you are?"

"They used to in the beginning, but ... I just don't ... didn't want to be bothered, you know?" Harry asked.

Draco didn't want to admit it but he was worried about Harry. "Are you all right?”

"I'm okay," Harry sighed, looking away from him.

"Look me in the eyes," Draco said sternly.

Harry bit his lip and looked back up at Draco, taking another moment before looking into his eyes. "I'm okay," he said again, more quietly.

"Remember, you swore honesty," Draco reminded him, leaning in to kiss him again.

"I want to be okay," Harry whispered against Draco's lips. "You're making me okay."

"Good," Draco whispered, pulling him close again. "If we are staying here tonight, we need covers." He reached for his robes and Transfigured them into a large blanket.

"So you really want to do this?" Harry wondered, sounding surprised.

"Sleep in here with you?" Draco asked, lying back and pulling the covers up over them both.

"Yeah," Harry murmured, but Draco seemed to be answering him without words. "Draco?"

"Yes?" the blond asked, stroking Harry’s back.

"I ...." Harry turned over to face Draco, staring at him for a long moment. "Thank you."

Draco answered him with a kiss, holding the other man close. He'd never spent the night in a bed with someone else before. It felt possibly more intimate than anything else they had done. That worried him, but he was never one to deny himself pleasure.

Harry had never slept with anyone else like this, either. He was scared that he would do something stupid like steal the sheets or push Draco off the bed in the middle of the night. The thought did make him laugh softly, because really, he was about to sleep in the same bed as Draco Malfoy, and stealing the sheets was all he was worried about?

Draco laid back and was both amused and strangely pleased as Harry curled against him, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. They lay, cuddling of all things, in a torture room. Draco watched as Harry fell asleep, smiling at the peaceful look on his face.

Harry couldn't believe that he was falling asleep in Draco's arms, but it was happening, and he loved it. He really did.