To Give Everything

Draco was startled for a moment, waking up in The Room, Harry Potter practically lying atop him. Harry was snoring lightly, his mouth open a little as he slept like he hadn't for days. Draco laughed softly, pushing black hair back from Harry's face, trying not to wake the other man, even if it meant he had to lie there with one arm going numb.

It must have been an hour later when Harry finally stirred, groaning softly before he blinked open his eyes. There was something awfully warm underneath him.

Warm and aroused. Draco's prick had been subjected to Harry's thigh rubbing against him in his sleep. "Morning," Draco whispered.

"Mor – Draco?" Harry asked in surprise. Eyes focusing on the man as he also felt Draco’s cock against his thigh, which, of course, made his cheeks redden. "Morning ...."

That was fun, watching the confusion on Harry's face, the blush and the wide green eyes. Draco smiled, reaching to give the man’s arse a squeeze.

That only made Harry clench around the plug in his arse, wincing a little.

"Sore?" Draco asked, frowning.

"Little, but I'm fine," Harry quickly said, not wanting him to stop.

Draco reached down and gently twisted the plug, watching Potter's reaction.

Harry breathed in with a soft hiss, letting it out slowly.

"Good pain or too much?" Draco checked.

"It's good," Harry whispered with a nod.

Draco gently pulled the device out and tossed it aside again, moving his finger into place instead.

Harry groaned, feeling empty and it was actually uncomfortable, not just because he was sore. The finger wasn't enough and he definitely wanted more than that.

Draco loved the way that slick hole was clenching around his finger. He added another. "I want to fill you," he whispered.

"Do it," Harry whispered, his eyes closed as he pressed down on to the fingers.

"You want my cock inside that tight hole, don't you?" Draco encouraged, arching up to rub against the man’s thigh again.

"Yeah, want your cock inside me again," Harry murmured, pressing against Draco's prick.

"Climb on it then," Draco told him, pulling his fingers out.

Harry flushed, but moved to straddle Draco after he realised what he was asking. He positioned himself over the jutting cock and with a deep breath he started to press down, his head falling back with a small moan.

"Fuck, yes," Draco gasped, hands clenching on Harry's thighs.

Harry's own hands clenched into fists when Draco was completely inside him, stopping to breathe and let himself adjust.

Draco was panting, looking up at the man atop him with such a rush of feeling that he swallowed hard and his voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Yes, Harry, so good inside you," he encouraged.

"Want me to move?" Harry asked after a few minutes, having adjusted. He knew what Draco expected, but he wanted to hear him say it, he wanted to be ordered.

Draco nodded, probably too eagerly, he thought. "Yes, ride me," he gasped.

“Yes, Sir.” Harry smiled and went about doing just that, slowly pulling himself up before he pressed down again, deliberately making each moment as slow as he could.

"Oh, fuck," Draco growled, the warm slick heat swallowing him. He'd never seen anything like the sight of Harry, his own cock bobbing with his movements, fucking himself on Draco's cock. It was lewd and beautiful at the same time.

Soon, Harry couldn't help but move faster, leaning down over Draco as his hips continued to move. "Talk to me," he whispered against the man’s shoulder, kissing up and along the skin.

"So beautiful," Draco whispered. "Oh, so amazingly hot and strong riding me." Draco wasn't thinking, just babbling. He slid a hand between them, searching and finding Harry's shaft. "And the way you want me ...."

"Want you so badly," Harry murmured, kissing along Draco's jaw now. "I need you."

The man’s body clenching around his cock was fantastic, but Harry's words were just as arousing. "Yes," Draco gasped arching into him, fingers sliding along Harry's cock and the other hand reaching to cup his head. "So good together!"

"Together," Harry whispered, his hips slowly coming to a stop as he stared down at Draco. "Together ...."

Draco moaned, arching again, and felt confused when Harry stopped. He looked up.

Harry pressed his lips against Draco's, pulling back with a small smile. "You mean it?"

Draco didn't even know what he had said. Except that he knew he felt so overwhelmed that it felt like his emotions were spilling out of him. Had he said too much, given away his feelings? He swallowed, eyes wide. "Yes."

"Good," Harry whispered and kissed him again, not sure what this meant about the two of them, but he liked it, whatever it was.

Draco released Harry's cock and wrapped his arm around him, the other still cupping Harry’s head, then shifted, rolling them over so he was on top. He grinned as he drew back and thrust into Harry.

Harry gasped at the sudden change, his legs easily moving to wrap around Draco's waist. "Fuck me harder," he said, gripping Draco's shoulders.

Draco snorted, still smiling though. "So demanding," he teased, keeping the pace slower despite his own desire to pound into Harry.

"Please?" Harry murmured, his legs tightening. "I need it."

"Need my prick buried inside you?" Draco asked, smirking, an eyebrow arched.

"Yes!" Harry huffed, battling the urge to slap the smirk off his face. Instead he moved his hand up to Draco's hair, gripping it as he pulled him down for a kiss.

Draco chuckled into Harry's mouth and thrust hard, enjoying the near-squeak in response. His fingers tightened in black locks as he began to do just as he had taunted, thrusting in hard and fast.

Harry had to pull his head back to breathe in deeply, crying out loudly again. "God, make me come, please, make me ... let me ...."

"Yes, come!" Draco growled. He could feel Harry's cock bouncing between them and he tried to angle his thrusts, making sure they hit that sweet spot for Harry.

Harry threw his head back, screaming as he came, his body tensing up and clenching around Draco.

"Oh, yes, Harry, yes," Draco panted, thrusting through the man’s orgasm before his own caught up with him, and he buried his cock deep inside, shuddering.

"Draco," Harry whispered as he shuddered as well.

Draco was still panting, face pressed alongside Harry's, breathing against his ear. "Oh, yes, together," he whispered.

Harry nuzzled the side of his face, his heart slowly slowing down to its normal beats. "Together," he repeated.

After they had cleaned up. Draco reinserted the device into Harry and patted his arse happily before they dressed and hurried back to their dorms. Draco suffered some good-natured but curious teasing from Blaise about "just where he'd gotten to" the night before.

***

Ron and Hermione asked about a million questions wondering where he was, but Harry easily made up a lie about falling asleep in the Astronomy tower. Since he had told them that before, they believed it. He was feeling sore, but so very good. Later on that Sunday evening, Hermione asked him again what was going on, but he just smiled at her, a somewhat dreamy look in his eyes. He couldn't help it now.

Hermione got that look on her face that meant she was putting pieces of a puzzle together. "You do seem happier," she said.

"Yeah, that's good, right?" Harry asked with a smile, settling comfortably down in the chair in the common room.

"Going to tell me who it is?" Hermione asked, smiling a little.

"Tell you who what is?" Harry asked.

She gave him that look that said she wasn't falling for the innocent act. "You don't have to tell me, but you can if you want."

Harry paused, his eyebrows furrowing. Hermione always knew everything. "Is it obvious?"

She patted his arm, smiling broadly. "You were so down, so distant for a while, that I was really worried. But lately, the faraway look usually includes a smile. Add that to you sneaking off a lot and I'm guessing that whoever you fancy seems to be spending time with you."

Harry blushed, glancing down for a moment. "You noticed that, too, huh," he mumbled. But he was sure they had been careful enough that she didn't know it was Draco. "I have been sneaking out to see someone. But I can't tell you who."

He could see the curiosity in her eyes but she sighed. "Ginny has moved on, and I am glad you are too. Just remember, I will be here if you want to talk."

"I know. And thank you, Hermione," Harry said, grinning and reaching to take one of her hands.

She squeezed his hand and then leant in, kissing his cheek before heading off to bed.

Harry went to bed too, really glad that Hermione hadn't pushed him about the identity of who he was sneaking out to be with. He thought it was going to be odd enough that it was another man, but it wasn't just that. The man happened to be Malfoy, someone he was supposed to hate. But he couldn't say he felt that way anymore.

***

Draco was waiting, watching when Harry came into the Great Hall at breakfast. Draco felt good just seeing him. He smirked and looked down, trying to eat. There were still lots of congratulations from his Housemates about Saturday's game.

Harry smiled to himself rather than looking over at Draco, knowing that Hermione would probably be watching him a lot more closely and he really didn't want her to figure it out.

Draco squirmed through Charms that morning, trying to keep his eyes off Potter, who sat a few rows ahead of him. He didn't succeed in keeping his thoughts from returning to Harry, though, and practically dashed out of the room the minute class was over, heading for a secret alcove behind a tapestry that was along the route Potter would mostly likely take on his way to lunch.

Sitting in front and refusing to turn around, Harry couldn't see Draco during the class, so he didn't see the amount of squirming he did. Once the class was over, he stood up and glanced back, surprised to see that the man wasn't even there. Had he run out or something? Harry shrugged and left with his friends, separating from them once they were outside.

Draco peered out from behind the tapestry, waiting for Harry. He was pleased to see the man wasn't walking beside Granger and the Weasel. Just when Harry got close, he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his robe, pulling.

Harry nearly reached for his wand, but he realised who the hand belonged to pretty quickly. "Draco?" he asked quietly, moving behind the tapestry.

Draco pulled him inside, and shoved Harry's back against the stone wall, pinning him there with his own body as he pressed his mouth over the other man’s.

Harry gasped and didn't even have the chance to say anything before he was being roughly kissed.

Draco pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth, his hands sliding inside his robes to run down the other man’s body.

Harry moaned against Draco's lips, his back arching in an attempt to get more of anything.

Draco quickly unfastened Harry's trousers and yanked them down with his shorts, then pulled back with a grin and spun Harry around to face the wall.

Everything was happening so fast that it was a little hard for Harry to catch up with the events, but he wasn't about to complain.

Draco squeezed both of Harry's arse cheeks, groaning softly as he did.

Harry groaned as well, his forehead resting against the stone wall in front of him.

"Told you, going to fuck you all the time," Draco whispered, quickly pushing down his own trousers and then reaching for the base of the plug, sliding it out of Harry.

Because of where they were, Harry tried to stop himself from moaning as loudly as he wanted. "Yes, want you to ...."

Draco pocketed the device and quickly slicked his cock, pressing it between Harry's arse cheeks and rubbing it around until he felt the slick stretched hole. "Yes, ready for me," he whispered and then pushed in.

Harry was glad the plug had been in there before. He covered his mouth with his own hand so that he could moan against it.

"Fuck, yes," Draco gasped, unable to keep completely quiet as he began thrusting into the other man. "Sometimes I imagine taking you right in class, bending you over a desk and having you there in front of everyone," he admitted.

Harry's eyes snapped open at the thought of that. "You'd want ... everyone to see?"

Draco hadn't thought about what his fantasy meant. He faltered in his thrusts. Did it mean he wanted people to know about him and Potter? He pushed the idea away, biting Harry's neck as he continued his thrusts, trying to get the right angle from a standing position like this.

Harry bent over the best he could, biting his lip when Draco finally started to thrust against his prostate, making him want to moan as loudly as he could in pleasure.

"That's it," Draco gasped when he felt Harry's body shudder with each thrust. "Yes, so good, want you all the time." He was babbling as he got closer to his release.

"Need you all the time," Harry gasped in reply, wanting to stroke himself, but he knew that would only make him come faster.

Draco's heart seemed to swell at that, his arousal spiking with it. "Yes, oh, yes," he gasped, and then, "come for me."

Harry reached then, wrapping his fingers around his cock, only able to stroke himself twice before he was coming hard, barely holding back the moans building in his throat.

Draco's face was pressed against Harry's hair and neck, panting as he felt the man’s body shuddering and then he let himself go, too, feeling the rush of his own release. "Mine," he growled.

"Yours," Harry whispered, panting harshly. "Yours."

Draco held him there, Potter against the wall, his own cock still inside the other man. "Yes," he whispered, kissing the side of Harry's face.

"God," Harry sighed, feeling sleepy, but knowing that he still had classes after this.

"I prefer 'Sir'," Draco teased, slipping out of Harry and casting Cleaning Charms for both of them.

"Sir," Harry whispered, finding that he had begun to not like feeling so empty.

Draco pulled the device out of his pocket. "You want this back in now or want to put it in later?" he asked.

"Now please," Harry answered easily.

Draco slicked it again and gently slid it back into place, feeling his spent cock actually twitch, anyway. He smirked, giving Harry's arse another firm squeeze.

"Thank you, Sir," Harry sighed, feeling exposed, but not reaching to pull up his trousers just yet.

"Turn around," Draco whispered.

Harry did as he was told, having to shuffle with the trousers around his ankles.

Draco chuckled, finding the two of them with their pants around their ankles a little odd but still hot. "I suppose we should get to lunch before someone notices," he said, one hand reaching to cup the back of Harry's head.

"Yeah, maybe we should go in the hall at different times?" Harry suggested, knowing that Hermione would be watching for sure.

Draco nodded, then kissed Harry. When had this become about kissing and not about the power? Not that the power wasn't fun, but ... something had changed.

Harry smiled against Draco's lips, sliding his arms around the man’s neck. "When can I see you again?"

Draco thought he should say something enigmatic, like 'when I drag you into another corner' but found himself saying, "Tonight?"

"Tonight," Harry agreed, kissing him again.

Draco smiled and then righted his own clothing before peeking out from behind the tapestry to make sure no one was looking. The coast seemed clear and he gave Harry a smirk before he ducked out.

Harry stood there for a moment before he reached to fix his clothes, running a hand through his hair before he stepped out to head to lunch.

***

Draco went early and set up The Room, getting excited as he replayed memories of Harry in his mind. He just couldn't get enough of him. Wanted him all the time and found himself imagining not only the things he could do in The Room, but also other places he could take Harry. When he'd opened the wall to The Room, he paused for a moment, waiting to see if Harry was already there.

Harry pulled the cloak off the moment he saw the wall open, even though he thought he wasn't supposed to. "Hello," he said, smiling brightly at Draco.

Draco snorted, not surprised. He stepped back into The Room, gesturing for Harry to come in.

Harry grinned and walked inside, folding up his cloak as he looked around. This was probably the first time he had ever walked in without a blindfold on or his eyes closed. It felt different to do so.

Draco closed the wall, and turned to face the other man. "Strip," he told him as he took off his own clothing, heart pounding in anticipation.

“Yes, Sir,” Harry answered, and took off his clothes, folding them along with his cloak, and settling them down on the floor. It was strange how he was once so embarrassed about doing this, and now he did it like it was normal.

Draco was hard already, his cock curving up toward his belly. His eyes eagerly watched as Harry moved. There were four chains with manacles hanging from the ceiling and Draco motioned to the centre of them. "Stand here," he said.

Harry turned and walked to the centre of the chains, looking around at them a little nervously.

Draco reached out and pinched Harry's nipple hard. "You forgot to respond correctly."

Harry gasped loudly, hissing and trying to pull away. "Yes, Sir, sorry," he quickly said.

Draco smiled and held up the quill again.

Harry took the quill in his hand and squeezed it, nodding once to show he was ready.

"Raise your arms," Draco said, taking one of the manacles.

"Yes, Sir," Harry whispered and lifted his hands above his head.

Draco locked the manacles in place, then ran his hands down Harry's arms and sides, enjoying the feel of his skin.

Harry felt a shiver go through his body from the touch, goosebumps rising on his skin.

Draco lifted his wand and cast Mobilicorpus, lifting Harry's body into the air and turning him horizontal and face up. Then he attached the ankle manacles and cast the other charm to tighten the chain length so that the other man now hung suspended in the air, like he had two days before, after the Quidditch match.

It was still such a strange feeling, hanging in the air like this, but Harry slowly adjusted, taking slow even breaths to prepare himself for whatever Draco would do.

Draco grinned and cast another spell, five red candles appearing in the air, lit and hovering a couple feet above Harry's body. Draco walked around him, sliding hands over the now glowing skin of the other man.

Harry looked up at the candles curiously, wondering why he needed them. The torches on the walls seemed to cast enough light already.

Draco leant down, lips gently pressing to Harry's upturned face and one hand cupping his chin.

Harry smiled, his eyes closing when he was kissed. It made him feel safe.

Draco enjoyed the taste and feel, tongue exploring for a minute before pulling back. Then he stood up again, prick bobbing in front of Harry's face. "Do you want me?”

"I want you," Harry said, opening his eyes and licking his lips when he saw Draco's cock.

Seeing Harry's tongue, his lips glistening, Draco's cock twitched. He stepped closer so that he could rub the head of his prick against those wet lips.

Harry leant up the best he could, rubbing his lips over the skin before he opened his mouth for Draco.

"Yes, lick it," Draco whispered, glancing at the candles. He saw the first drips of wax begin to slide down the side of a candle. The first ones cooled as they trickled down, not yet reaching the ends of the candles.

Harry closed his eyes as he started to lick at the very tip, swirling his tongue around it a few times.

Draco groaned, loving the feel of that tongue. He reached a hand out to grip Harry's hair, pulling tight on the dark locks. "Yes, that's it, you need my cock, show me how much."

Harry tried the best he could to lean up and wrap his lips around the tip, sucking gently, tongue flicking over the glans.

Draco divided his attention between watching Harry's mouth and the candles. He smiled as he watched a drip of wax trickle down and cool just moments before it would fall. The soft sucking was fantastic but he pulled back then, so that he wouldn’t be inside Harry's mouth when the first hot red drop fell to Harry's belly.

Harry was wishing he could follow Draco's cock when suddenly the drop hit him, making Harry gasp in surprise and look down at his stomach. At first he thought it was blood, but he wasn't sure of how he was cut, since he saw that Draco’s hands were in Harry’s hair and touching his arm.

Draco watched as another candle lost a drop, this one falling near Harry's collarbone.

Harry jumped with a small cry, looking up and finally seeing what was happening. Each drop burned then quickly cooled and gave him relief, but it still surprised him.

Draco moved around, stepping between Harry's spread legs, watching as more drops fell from the five candles. He had tested it and knew that the shorter the candles got, the more wax would fall. Each red drop looked like blood on Harry's golden skin.

Harry couldn't help but cry out with each drop, even though he could see where they were coming from. They stung, even after they hardened and felt tight on his skin.

Draco trailed his hands up those spread legs, enjoying the feel of muscles straining as Harry tensed, watching the red beads trickle down candles, some cooling before they reached the ends while others fell to his skin.

Soon Harry’s skin was oversensitized, every drop making him wince and cry out. He held the quill tightly in his hand.

Draco moved his hands up until he could gently cup the other man’s growing arousal, smiling at the sounds. His other hand slid down, reaching for the base of the device and twisting it.

Harry back arched as he moaned, only realising that he was hard at that moment.

A splash of red wax fell directly on Harry's nipple, just as Draco wrapped his hands around the man’s shaft.

Harry hissed, his entire body shuddering from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

Draco was almost painfully aroused now. Watching Harry's face, he roughly pulled the device from the man’s arse. "Going to fucking pound that tight hole of yours," he warned.

Harry whimpered and nodded, the rough treatment almost bringing tears to his eyes, but not yet.

The whimper made his cock twitch and Draco quickly used oil to slick himself before replacing the device with the head of his prick, rubbing it against the hole.

"Please," Harry said, biting his lip when yet another drop fell onto his chest.

"You want it?" Draco asked, still rubbing as he stroked Harry's cock.

"Yes, Sir, I want it, want you," Harry moaned, wishing he could press down onto Draco’s cock, but he couldn't, not like this. He hung helpless and the thought of that was also exciting.

Draco had to let go of Harry's cock to hold him while he pressed inside, the other man’s body swaying in the chains. Draco groaned as he sank into that tight slick heat.

Harry's groan was much louder than Draco's. "God, Draco!"

Holding Harry's hips, Draco moved Harry's body back and forth, sliding the man down his prick and then nearly off again. The spell held Harry up, allowing him to be so spread and open that it was amazing. More wax fell, now beginning to drip faster as the candles burned down.

It felt strange, being held up like this and hardly being able to move to meet Draco's thrusts. And the constant drops of candle wax kept surprising Harry, making him try to writhe to get away even as his cock twitched in pleasure.

The effect of the wax was startling, looking more like blood than the real thing and each drop caused tremors in Harry's body, clenching around Draco's cock. He moved faster, thrust harder, impaling Harry with each pull on his hips.

Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, Harry found himself achingly hard and feeling so ready to come he didn’t know if he could hold back. He whimpered.

Harry's body was swaying more, as Draco fucked him and the candles dripped faster, more red wax falling so that now it splattered on the bound man’s cock.

Harry cried out more loudly, his hips jerking when he felt the wax land and harden on his cock. "Sir!" he whined, shaking with the need to come now.

Draco was gasping, sweat making his body shine and his hair stick to his face as he thrust faster, getting closer.

"I'm close!" Harry cried out, not sure how he was even holding back now.

Draco was almost startled, rhythm faltering. Red wax covered Harry in splatters from neck to groin and his cock was straining up, dripping pre-come. Draco moaned in pleasure. "Fuck, yes," he growled.

"Can I ... please?" Harry moaned, really scared that he'd come before Draco gave him permission.

"Yes, come," Draco growled, the sound of his body smacking into Harry's echoing off the stone walls now.

Harry finally let go and came loudly, shuddering as Draco continued to fuck him through it.

Draco practically howled as he came this time, pulling Harry's body so hard against him he staggered with it.

Harry hissed along with him, the last thrust pressing directly against his prostate.

The spell held them both up for a minute, as Draco swayed, cock buried inside the other man. Candles continued to drip, red wax running down Harry's sides to the floor.

It was nearly too much, but not enough for Harry to drop the quill or say the word.

Draco was panting, eyes travelling up Harry's body to his face, looking into green eyes. "Amazing," he whispered.

Harry smiled tiredly, wincing and closing his eyes when some more wax dropped on him.

Draco saw the wince and smiled. He didn't move back but Summoned his wand and sent the candles away. Draco stared at the wax and spunk covered body in front of him.

Harry opened his eyes when he didn't feel any more drops, blinking up at Draco.

Draco reached down and peeled a bit of wax from Harry's softening cock.

Harry bit his lip and wriggled at the strange feeling. "My skin didn't burn, right?" he asked.

There were slight red marks under the wax as Draco pulled the rest off the sensitive flesh. "Wax does less damage than my switch," Draco assured him. "It will heal easily."

"Ah, okay," Harry murmured, letting his head fall back with a small sigh. "Felt like it was stinging me."

Draco reluctantly withdrew, his come dripping from Harry. He admired the view for a minute longer before reaching to unfasten the ankle manacles.

Harry breathed out slowly when Draco pulled out, feeling too empty now.

Draco stepped beside Harry, putting an arm around his body before he gently lowered the other man’s legs and released the spell.

Harry wanted to wrap his arms around Draco, but he was still bound.

Draco pulled him close, making sure Harry wouldn't fall before he cast a spell to release one and then the other arm.

Harry wrapped his tired arms around Draco, not noticing just how weak he was feeling until he was let down.

Draco Transfigured the bench into a bed again and then carried Harry to it, laying him down.

"Thanks," Harry sighed, not even moving once he was placed down on the bed.