Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Draco stepped back with an intense expression on his face. "Move to the foot of the bed and spread your arms between the posts," he told Harry.

Looking into those steely eyes, Harry had no idea what was in store for him. He backed away from Draco, panting quietly through his nose as he stretched his arms out to either side of himself.

Draco smiled wickedly and cast the Rope Spell, his breathing hitched as the magical ropes slid out, entwining his husband’s hands and feet, pulling him spread between the posts of the bed.

Harry gasped, skin flushing with heat as he stood bound, still watching Draco through half-lidded eyes. He could feel the dragon tattoo on his hip begin to move.

Stepping up to his husband, Draco licked his lips at the sight of the bound man. He was amused to note that not only was his husband's cock rising quickly, the dragon on his hip was looking expectant as well.

Harry was very turned on. He could feel Draco so close to him and wanted to move his body to touch him, but he held still, waiting. The dragon looked slightly restless, twitching its tail and shifting its weight around.

Draco was amused to feel the lion on his own hip stir, lashing its tail in response. The tattoo never behaved that way except when he was with Harry. He arched an eyebrow. "So what wicked things shall I do to you?" he purred, tapping his chin. "Shall I blindfold you so you don't know until you feel it?"

"Anything you want," Harry said in a voice deep with approval.

Draco lifted his wand, flicking his wrist and casting a silent spell to blindfold Harry. Then he stepped beside their bed, reaching into the drawer of toys they kept there.

Harry's breathing picked up speed as he listened, his heart speeding up as well. His other senses began to compensate for the loss of sight by strengthening in power. Every nerve ending just below Harry's skin quivered in anticipation of Draco hands, his mouth, even the moist heat of his breath. Harry's tongue darted out furtively and slid over his lips in the hopes of tasting Draco. He could smell his own arousal which gave off scents of want and desire as they mingled with the scents radiating off of Draco. It was a perfume that intoxicated him like nothing else ever could.

Draco sauntered over to his husband and stood watching for a minute, letting the tension build. Then he reached and gently ran his fingers up Harry's shaft.

It was impossible for Harry to hold back the groan, even from such a light touch. His cock twitched and he rolled his shoulders.

Draco gently slid the cock ring over his husband's cock and balls, tapping it with his wand to tighten it.

Harry gasped again. "Merlin, Draco," he let out with another groan. The dragon was definitely restless now. Harry could feel it fluttering on his skin.

"You won't come until I release you, do you understand?" Draco said. He knew that despite the ropes and cock ring, Harry could get out of any bondage with wandless magic.

"Yes," Harry answered quietly, his body releasing a shiver. He could never describe to anyone else how it felt to give up all control and let Draco take charge. It freed Harry to immerse himself into the sensations and close off all of his thoughts. Each tiny tremor that ran through him was a reminder to Harry of just how good it felt to shut out the world and submit.

Draco loved the way Harry trembled, hard and eager for him. He reached out and ran a hand gently down his lover's chest, following the path of dark hair but stopping before touching the man's bobbing cock.

It was as if Draco's hand left a trail of fire in its wake. Harry shivered again and could feel the dragon trying to reach Draco's fingers.

Without warning, Draco reached his other hand up and quickly pinched Harry's already aroused nipples.

"Ahh!" Harry cried, the lack of sight rendering Draco's move even more unexpected. His entire body twitched forward.

"Oh, did you like that?" Draco purred and reached for a new toy he had bought.

"Yeah," Harry breathed, skin literally crawling at his hip, most of the rest of it slightly flushed.

Draco pinched one nipple with the tip of his fingers and pulled the flesh taunt before securing a nipple clamp to it.

"Oh, fuck," Harry whimpered, the pressure at his nipple making him feel restless now. He knew it wasn't Draco pinching him anymore, but being blindfolded, he wasn't sure what it was, though he wasn't complaining. Everything Draco did to him was thrilling.

Draco moved to the other nipple, repeating the procedure and smiled as he watched Harry squirm. "I read that they go numb after a bit," he said as casually as he could make his voice with his own arousal. "But when they are released, all the blood will rush back in. It is supposed to hurt so much that people can come just from that," he added.

Harry swallowed, clenching his hands over the ropes holding his wrists. Come from pure pain? Pain so strong it felt good? It sounded very appealing. He felt bound all over the place. His cock, his limbs, and his nipples, unable to touch himself at all. God, it was hot.

Draco then picked up the whip that Harry had used on him before. He had been practicing in secret with a pillow so he had the aim down. He stepped back and cracked it in the air, so that the sound was loud.

Harry's eyes widened beneath the blindfold. He remembered when he'd used the whip on Draco, how Draco’s eyes had teared up from the sting. Harry’s heart sped up even more. He had an urge to get out of the way, to flinch back, but also didn't want to move a single inch. "Fuck," he whispered, holding tighter to the ropes.

"Yes, that frightens and excites you," Draco purred, noting the way Harry flushed and his cock twitched, dragon on his hip fluttering its wings.

Draco was very right, it did frighten and excite Harry at the same time. He nodded, his toes curling, his shoulders rolling again.

As his eyes narrowed, Draco shivered with excitement. He pulled back and brought the tail of the whip down, laying it across his lover's chest.

A stunned cry tumbled from Harry's mouth and he was left gasping in its wake. He writhed against the ropes, pulling at them to instinctively lessen the pain in his chest. He didn't know what the dragon did then, but the skin at his hip felt like it burned with almost as much intensity as the mark.

The dragon writhed too and Draco was glad the tattoo couldn’t leave the flesh, as it looked fearsome. He grinned and moved slowly around so that he was to the side of the bed, where he then laid another stripe across his lover's lovely arse.

Harry cried out again, even louder, and tears did come to his eyes from the sting. His blood rushed so quickly he felt almost high, the pain grounding him and sending him off somewhere else at the same time. He could feel his skin heating up and Harry moaned as he clutched harder at the ropes and let his head fall forward.

"Yesss," Draco hissed. "You look fucking amazing like this. I love the way you thrash in the ropes. You can't wait for more, can you?"

Harry felt like begging and telling Draco to stop. He felt the pleasure of it and the pain. He still felt scared and excited. Harry's voice reflected the contradictions inside of him when he murmured in a tone that was both husky and high, "C – can't wait."

Draco was actually so aroused he didn't know how much longer he could wait. He walked back to stand in front of Harry and reached to trace the welt on Harry's chest with his finger tips.

Harry growled through his teeth, wanting to get away from his touch and wanting to press into Draco's hand.

"Oh, yes, my pervert," Draco whispered, reaching the other hand around to trace the second welt at the same time. "Are your nipples numb now?"

As Harry hadn't been thinking about them, he realised right then that they were. He shivered with more fear and excitement, nodding.

"But you can't come yet," Draco purred, face close enough to Harry's that his breath blew against Harry's ear as he spoke. He continued to tease the welts on Harry's body as he did.

Harry hissed and groaned, his cock so fucking hard. "Please," he breathed, leaning his body into Draco and holding his arse slightly away from him at the same time. Not that it made any difference. Draco could reach him easily.

Draco ran his hand in over Harry's arse, moaning at the feeling of that muscled flesh. He squeezed gently but firmly. "Please what?" he asked hoarsely.

"Please, let me come," Harry implored him. "Do something to me – anything." His voice was strangled, his hands still pulling. Harry's body was a trembling mass of expectations with the sting of the lash still imprinted on his skin and uncertain if there would be more while his cock seemed to consider the pain an aphrodesiac that had it pleading for release.

"Oh, I like the begging," Draco said, cock twitching and tattoo writhing. He considered the options before him. There were so many ways he wanted Harry. He sank to his knees and then leant forward, running his tongue along the swollen flesh of his lover's bound cock.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath, letting out a moan so loud it was almost a cry. "Oh, Draco," he said, his head lolling forward as he drew the words out.

Draco's chuckle was wicked and he continued to lick up the shaft and then swirl his tongue over the head. The dragon responded by curling around the base of Harry's cock.

Harry whipped his head back then, knowing he might have come if not for the cock ring. "Fuck!" he shouted. "Fucking hell, fuck!"

Draco loved this and, eyes glittering with mischief and arousal, he slid his lips over the glistening head of his lover's cock, tonguing him as he did.

Harry could feel the heat in his body, could feel everything wanting to spring out of him. "Dammit!" he cried, arms straining so hard against the ropes he was surprised he didn't pull something or dislocate his shoulders.

Draco chuckled around the flesh in his mouth, sucking. Harry's magic flared again and he wondered if the man would keep his promise and not break free. The blond lifted his head and looked up at Harry. "Beg me," he whispered.

"Please," Harry said at once, unashamed of the pleading note in his voice. "Please, fuck me, suck me, wank me off, something, but let me come." His head dropped forward again. His condition wasn't being helped by the sparks of pleasure shooting up his cock from the tattoo.

Draco sat back with a grin, and gently reached fingers to pet the dragon on Harry's hips as he contemplated how best to satisfy both of them.

"Nggghhggh," was the strange sound Harry made, twitching powerfully forward again.

Draco knelt, his face positioned so that his breath still caressed the crown of Harry's cock. Then he picked up his wand and cast a spell, removing the blindfold, nipple clamps and the cock ring at the same time.

Harry screamed, feeling the pain Draco had mentioned in his nipples and the sudden release of pressure below. He came hard, writhing in the ropes again, not sure if he called Draco's name or if he babbled something completely different. He wasn't even sure which language he spoke as he rode out the conflicting sensations of ecstatic agony.

Draco felt the rush of magic and Harry's hot come spattering on his face, opening his mouth so that he caught some while the rest coated his lips, cheeks and chin. He came too, spilling his seed on the floor between Harry's legs.

Harry panted and let out small sounds at the same time, thighs quivering. "Merlin, Draco," he whispered.

Draco grinned up at him, his face covered in Harry's seed.

"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned as he watched it drip down Draco's face. He thought he might come again just from that. He pulled at the ropes, wanting to go to him, feeling that same urge he'd got before to lick it away. He had no idea why it did that to him.

Draco lifted his wand and arched an eyebrow. "Ready?" he asked.

Harry groaned. "Yeah, let me go," he breathed.

Draco grinned and released the ropes with a flick of his wand, then held his hands up for Harry.

Harry stumbled but managed to catch himself before falling. He sunk to his knees, all but throwing himself into Draco's arms. He started at Draco's chin with the tip of his tongue, letting out a quiet sound of pleasure.

Draco trembled, pleasure tingling down his spine again as Harry licked his face. He hands reached to hold Harry's shoulders. "Oh, yes," he whispered in delight.

"Mmm, so pretty," Harry whispered as he licked along Draco's skin slowly, trailing his tongue across his perfect lips.

Draco was so sensitive it was almost painful, but deliciously so. He gasped, mouth opening. He had just come but he swore that Harry was going to keep him hard this way.

"Mmm," Harry let out again, voice low and quiet. He licked Draco's tongue and then sucked on it just barely, reaching down to gently stroke the lion tattoo.

Draco shook, fingers tightening on Harry's shoulders and he moaned into Harry's mouth as the man sucked on his tongue. Draco's cock managed to twitch at that, the lion rolling against the base.

Harry smiled, giving Draco's tongue another slow stroke with his own. "You're like my drug," he breathed into his mouth. "I can't get enough of you." He licked more of himself up from Draco's cheek.

"Yes, devour me," Draco whispered, trembling.

"You want my cock in you?" Harry whispered back, scratching nails lightly along Draco's skin. He scooted closer, sliding legs over Draco's thighs and stretching them out behind him so that he could pull him against his chest, touch their hardening cocks together.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco begged. "Please, Harry..."

Harry rubbed himself against Draco, holding him close and scratching nails down his back again. "Get hard for me, love," he whispered into Draco's ear. Merlin, that word sounded so appealing to him at times. "So hard for me."

"Yes, hard for you, always for you," Draco whispered, feeling the magic stir as the lion tattoo seemed to encourage just that. He cock had half softened but it was filling again.

Harry continued to rub himself against Draco, both of their tattoos reacting much the same way, as if trying to help them along. "Mine," Harry whispered, laying little but long kisses along Draco's jaw, his neck. He sucked there, feeling so hot.

"Very yours," Draco agreed, arching his neck to open himself to Harry.

Harry ground himself against Draco until his heart was pounding again, his cock throbbing with it. He backed off of Draco but pulled his husband with him to his feet. "Lie down and let me lick you," he told him.

Draco lay down, spreading himself across the bedspread and looking up with silvered eyes at his husband. "Yours to do with as you like," he whispered.

Harry licked his lips, following after Draco, lowering lips to his collarbone and letting his groin down to press against Draco's as well. "You're so perfectly beautiful," he said, rubbing again, feeling the wetness of pre-come from both of them.

Draco moaned and arched up against Harry. "Yes, I love the way you touch me. I love your tongue and your cock and your arse ..." Draco babbled, thrashing his head.

"All yours," Harry told him, sliding down Draco's body, licking him as he'd said he would. "I could make you come with my tongue, but I'll fuck your tight little arsehole." He had made it all the way down Draco's body, in between his legs. He paused to lick at the lion and licked away a few drops of pre-come that had dripped onto Draco's skin.

Draco thrashed his head, his flesh still so sensitive from coming recently. He spread his legs as wide as he could, hands gripping the fabric under him.

"Oh, Draco," Harry moaned deeply, tonguing his balls gently, using his fingers to reach and gently stroke his entrance. He knew Draco's body so well and yet every time still seemed like the first time as Harry explored the perfect body beneath him.

"Yes, Harry, yes," Draco encouraged, Harry's desire making him feel beautiful and loved in a way that nothing else could.

Harry licked and licked until he was lapping at that puckered opening, moving his fingers to use them to spread Draco apart instead.

The blond moaned and bent his knees, using his hands to hold himself open as far as possible.

Harry moaned quietly, circling Draco's entrance with gentle, little licks, almost teasing. But then he slid the wet muscle inside, pointing it to get in as far as he could go.

"Oh, Gods, yes, please yes," Draco rambled, opening to his lover and his cock bobbing in response.

Harry thrust his tongue in and out of Draco slowly, watching him from beneath lowered lashes. He lifted up slightly and kissed the skin under Draco's balls before trailing his tongue right back down and kissing his husband's hole as well.

"Oh, yes, please Harry," Draco begging, loving every touch.

Harry sunk his tongue in as far as it would go again and hummed against Draco, even did a strange wiggling movement with his mouth against Draco's arse to try as please him as much as he possibly could. His own cock was straining again, hard and heavy between his legs.

Draco moaned, head thrashing so hard his hair was covering his face. Both hands still gripped his legs, holding himself open for Harry as he surrendered to the pleasure his lover brought him.

Harry began moving upwards again, licked Draco's balls once more, licked up his shaft and licked the writhing lion. He painted a straight line of saliva up his chest and laved each nipple with affection before he was licking Draco's neck and below his ear, reaching down to position his own cock.

Draco's right hand came up to plunge fingers into thick black hair. "Oh, yes, my love, please fuck me," he gasped and wrapped his legs around his lover's waist.

Harry slid into Draco, gasping as their tattoos touched, entwining like they seemed to do. He kissed up from Draco's neck to his face, little kisses around his lips as he rocked back and forth with his hips. The urgency from before had dissipated and evolved into something achingly sweet and slower but no less satisfying.

"Oh, yes, fuck me,' Draco moaned, kissing back and pulling his husband's hair. He arched into each thrust, body spasming in pleasure each time Harry's cock pressed in again.

"The way you take it, Draco," Harry whispered breathlessly. "Merlin, the way you take me. I want to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you. Fuck your arse; fill you with me." He trembled, voice cutting off.

"Oh, yes, fill me," Draco agreed. "I always want you inside me."

Harry moved his hips in every direction he could, pressing inside Draco and rotating against him, slow slides in and out right after one hard and quick. He fucked him thoroughly, alternating even between muttering the dirtiest things he could think of to declaring his undying love.

There could not be anything – anything – better than being fucked like this by Harry. Draco knew it. Knew this was what he wanted more than anything; what he had always wanted. He moaned and gasped and whimpered his pleasure.

Harry's hips sped up without slowing now, his thrusts harder as he reached to grasp one of Draco's legs and pull it higher on his back, changing the angle. "I can't hold back," he whispered urgently. "I'm gonna come inside you."

"Oh, yes, please bring us," Draco cried out, silver hand on Harry's side and right hand twisting in his hair.

Harry pushed inside his husband roughly, grunting as he did. "Fuck," he practically yelped, the last slide inside bringing him to completion as his come coated Draco's passage with evidence of their love and desire for each other. The pleasure that flooded his body was tremendous again and he could hardly believe the incredible sex he had with his husband. There couldn't have been another person on earth who had it as good as he did.

Draco cried out, body shuddering around his lover's cock and the magic shooting through his body like lightning. His seed covered his belly as his legs clenched involuntarily around Harry.

Harry panted atop Draco, stroking his hair with his fingers. "You're too good," he said shakily.

"Glad you noticed," Draco teased, smirking. He was still panting and holding Harry.

Harry laughed quietly. "Seriously though," he said, looking at Draco. "Wow." He grinned.

Draco smiled dreamily up at Harry, grey eyes open and soft with happiness. He could look into those beautiful green eyes forever. "Green fire," he whispered.

"Your fire," Harry told him, rubbing their noses gently.

"Mine," Draco agreed, letting his feet slide down the back of Harry's arse to his legs. He relaxed his hand in his hair enough to pet him now.

Harry sighed, unable to stop the feelings of sappy, gooey love radiating out from his every part. He laid more little kisses on Draco's face, pausing at his lips. "Kinky to this," he said with a quiet chuckle.

"Kinky and romantic," Draco sighed. "The perfect combination."

"I suppose that would be us," Harry said, smiling.

"Perfect," Draco agreed, leaning up to kiss Harry.

Harry smiled still against Draco's lips, tempted to give him more kisses. He laid his head on his chest, bringing fingers down from his hair to stroke his collarbone lightly. He blushed a little before he asked, "Do you think it sounds stupid? To say that I'm your fire?" He didn't know why he felt the need to ask that or why he wanted to know what Draco thought of it. He supposed he was strange about some things, like with the word dildo.

"Don't think I would ever let anyone else call me that," Draco said. "You are the only one who can say that and ... from you it makes me just feel more loved."

And that only made Harry like it more. "Oh," he said quietly, a smile in his tone.

"But not in public," Draco added, blushing.

Harry chuckled again. "I wouldn't say that to you in public," he said. "You don't call me your lion in front of others."

Draco carded his fingers through Harry's hair. "Oh, but I certainly think it," Draco smirked.

Harry smiled again. "Imagine me growling, do you?" he teased with a suggestive eyebrow waggle.

Draco blushed hard. "You do growl sometimes, my love," he whispered.

"Lounging around on the sofa?" Harry asked with a laugh.

"You make little noises while your are reading your books too," Draco said, smiling.

"I growl?" Harry asked, still laughing. He wondered about all of the little things he did without thinking that Draco had catalogued and memorised in his mind.

"Sometimes and you make little huffing noises," Draco said, nodding.

"I don't notice," Harry said, amused. "No idea I did that."

"No one knows you like I do," Draco smiled fondly, petting him. "I guess I have always watched you."

"So you've said," Harry replied, before whispering, "I like that. I like that you know me."

"Intimately," Draco nodded, smiling but his eyes serious. "Thank you for today, for earlier. I know it was difficult."

"It wasn't as terrible as I thought it was going to be," Harry said honestly. "I even feel bad, because, really, I still don't ... like him." He gave Draco an apologetic look. "And then it's confusing because ... part of me feels like I shouldn't feel bad at all." He sighed quietly.

"Do you think you would have trouble liking him if he weren't someone I had ... been with?" Draco asked, still caressing Harry.

"I don't know .... Maybe," Harry admitted. He knew his biggest problem with Nott was indeed Draco and Nott’s past. "And then there is that he tried to kill me and almost killed you in the process, but I guess ... it is mostly that he was with you. That he still wants you." He almost said that it was a little scary to think of Draco still wanting Nott in some way as well, but held back, because he knew – really – that Draco loved him – Harry – more than anyone else, wanted him more than anyone else.

"I think Theo has never done anything worse than I have done," Draco said, knowing that wasn't the issue but wanting to put the excuse to rest. "Can we not have friends who are attracted to us?"

Harry knew that Nott being attracted to Draco wasn't the only thing that he didn't like about it. He wouldn't mind if Nott was only attracted to Draco. If that mattered Harry would dislike Fred and George, who he, on the contrary, liked very much. No, it was something more with Nott, but difficult to put into words. "That's not it. Not really," he said.

Draco smiled up at the man still on top of him. "I love you. I broke up with Theo and chose you," he said firmly.

Harry smiled softly. "I know," he said. "You probably think I'm an idiot, don’t you?"

"Not a safe question to answer with you on top of me, is it?" Draco teased, arching an eyebrow.

Harry snorted. "I know I am," he said. "You're too good for me."

"I doubt you could find anyone to agree that Draco Malfoy is too good for Harry Potter," Draco smirked.

Harry kissed under Draco's chin. "None of them know you like I do," he said.

"I know all about you, Harry," Draco whispered, sighing under his husband's attentions. "And I am where I want to be. Where I always wanted to be. Where I want to be for the rest of my life."

Harry stared at Draco for a few moments. "I know," he said finally, repeating words he'd said many times that night. He kissed Draco gently again. "I know."