Burn me alive

“Just once…”
“no…”
Draco moaned loudly into Harry’s ear as Harry pressed their groins together. He reached up, cupping the brunettes face. Harry traced his lips up Draco’s neck, nibbling under his ear, licking, kissing.
Nothing. No reaction from Draco at all.
Harry paused.
“I shouldn’t be doing this, you’re sick. I’m supposed to help you, not take advantage of you.”
“No one asked you to help me.” Draco hissed pushing Harry off of him. Harry caught his lips again. Draco pressed their mouths together roughly. Nipping at Harry’s.
“Stop it, I’m not going to hurt you” Harry whispered into Draco’s lips.
Draco clenched his teeth, flexing his jaw, digging his fingers into Harry’s face.
Harry pulled one of Draco’s hands away,
“And I’m not going to let you hurt me either.”
Draco pulled his hand away and smacked Harry in the face.
Harry cringed, hanging his head and resting it on the wall behind Draco.
“Are you saying you’re better than me?” Draco ground out through clenched teeth.
He shoved Harry.
“Do you legitimately believe that you’re so above me that your way is correct and mine is wrong.”

He had just gotten him calmed down after another brawl. Harry already had a fat lip and several bruises on his torso. He felt something inside of him tickle.
“no.” Harry said flatly.
“that’s not what I’m saying at all, Draco.”

He had just gotten the fists to stop flying with a simple kiss. A basic gesture.

Draco was, one second, looking at his mother. And the next…his eyes were covered. He heard her scream. He felt himself being picked up and carried and then, nothing.
All was lost until he woke up several hours later, stiff and cold. He reached up to remove whatever was covering his eyes, but nothing was there.
“He’s awake, I hear him moving”
A crack. Someone had apparated in. They pushed him down.
“Who the fuck are you! WHERE IS MOTHE-“
A sharp smack to the face.
“Shut up.” He heard pants unzip. He was shoved down onto what felt like cold stone. He got up on all fours, trying to lift himself back to his legs but found that his wrists were pinned down. Heavy, so heavy, so much pressure. Someone was kneeling on his calves, the pressure on his knees into the stone was so much he was sure they’d splinter. He yelled and tried to flail. The man was so much larger than him. He slipped one wrist out and elbowed him in the abdomen, earning him enough wiggle room to shake free.
“What is wrong with you! What are you playing at? Faggot.” He spat indignantly.
The man chuckled, light and airy.
“You-like-to-fight!” The man chuckled hysterically.
“He said you’d like to fight. He said you’d be fun, after all the fun your dad was.”
“…you… you’ve seen my father?” Draco sat back, wresting in his heels, kneeling on his knees, rubbing his wrists.
More laughs, shuffling clothes.
“Seen him?” Draco tried so desperately hard to look around. Any sign of movement. He could hear it, it was getting closer.
A hand reached out and grabbed the side of his face, Draco reached up to grab the wrist just in time to have his head smashed into the wall to his right, that he unfortunately had no clue was there.
His mouth fell open. His sense of direction failed him. Was he lying, sitting, on his side, in the air, on the ceiling? He reached out. Finally grasping some clothe, was this man standing? So he WAS on the floor!
The man grasped his jaw and Draco suddenly found his mouth full of him. His and sticky and round. So far back in his throat he couldn’t breathe. He tried to push away but found himself between the man and the wall, he tried to scream but all that was there was the mans member. No oxygen, no room for sound. Not even room to swallow. He drooled down his face as the man pulled out slightly and rammed back down his throat. Draco made fists as his eyes watered and he lost his sense of direction again, trying to slam them into the man’s thighs but realistically just tapping him. He began to feel his heart speed up, faster and faster and faster.
“Boy…” The man groaned out, fucking Draco’s face.
“I’ve more than seen…your father.” He grunted over and over again. Draco could taste blood. He tried to shut his mouth to bite down on the man but the grip on his jaw was so strong it felt as if he’d dislocated it. All he could do was suck, trying to get the air in, and just receiving more and more of the man. He felt saliva drip down his neck. He felt the man’s thrust become more erratic and messy. He’d lost his grip on Draco’s face and he’d begun pushing so hard he was simply smashing Draco’s skull into the wall as he pushed past his lips and his tongue down his throat. He shuttered a few times, letting out odd, breathy grunts as he came into Draco’s throat, filling the blonde’s mouth, mixing with the saliva that was dripping down his front now. The man pulled out of Draco’s mouth. Leaving the blonde sputtering, taking in deep raspy breathes, the first of which was nearly entirely saliva and cum, he rolled onto his side and vomited from coughing so hard. His hearing went funny. He couldn’t feel his face. No matter how many deep breaths he took in, it didn’t seem to be enough.
“I’ve cum in him too.” The man chuckled.
Draco heard a zipper go back up. He lied there shaking in spit, vomit, and cum as reality went farther and farther away from him and he heard a crack, hoping it meant the man had left, and not that another had arrived. As he felt new, cold, boney fingers pull at his hips, ripping his pants down, he knew a new one had come.

“Draco…” He was being shaken.
“Draco come on, breathe.”
In In In. Out… Oh yes. This was how it was supposed to be done. He gripped Harry’s shoulders for stability as the room finally stopped swimming. Harry’s face came back into sight. Draco looked down, away from the pitty filled, pathetic face of Harry-fucking-Potter. The boy who pittied.
Draco squeezed his legs together, his hard on pressing painfully against his pants, he hooked a heel around the back ofHarry’s leg, pulling the boy in closer, smashing their body’s together.
“Draco, you shouldn’t do these things.” Harry gasped out as Draco grabbed his hips, grinding together.
“You never let me cum.” Draco snarled at Harry.
“Draco wai-“
He grabbed Harry’s wrist, yanking him into the bedroom a few paces down and threw him on the bed.
“You toy with me all fucking day and all fucking night.” The blonde whined. He straddled Harry’s hips, un buttoning his pants, pulling his boner out and stroking it a few times.
“You never let me cum because you wont hurt me.”

Harry tried to look away, Draco ground his arse down onto Harry’s crotch. He leaned forward, smooshing his hard on between Harry’s stomach and his own.
“I could make you scream” He groaned into Harry’s ear, pressing down again.
Harry shivered.
“Draco, I know you really think this is what you want right now.”
Draco reached down picking up one of Harry’s hands and wrapping it around Draco’s neck. He pressed hard.
“Squeeze.”
“NO!” Harry snapped pulling his hand back.
Draco glared at him. Sliding down his body and slipping his fingers underneath Harry’s waistband.
“You never let me say ‘thank you’ proper, either.”
He slid the pants down Harry’s hips, it was clear, by the rather solid shape beneath the clothe, that he was not exactly disturbed by Draco’s sudden interest in something other than random mishaps in the hallway.
“draco…” Harry reached down gripping Draco’s face and pulling it so that he could make eye contact.
“You are going to regret doing this.”
“Then stop me, if you’re so concerned” Draco stated as if it was the single most clear thing ever.
He slipped Harry’s pants down further, nearly to his knees, taking his boxers with them. In one false swoop he went from clothed to having his prick in Draco’s warm, soft mouth.
He yelped.
“Draco!”
Draco just tightened his grip around Harry and shoved him farther down his throat.
Harry reached up, grabbing the pillows as hard as he could. He couldn’t help it, he let out a small scream and thrust his hips forward, Draco taking all of it in stride.
“I’m sorry” Harry panted.
“That must’ve hur-“ He was cut off by throat muscles rippling around him. Practically begging for more. As if Draco’s body was trying to coax the orgasm out of him.
“Fuck” Harry panted as Draco bobbed up and down.
“I don’t want to…to hurt you.”
Draco moaned around Harry’s cock, as if to let him know that this was the farthest thing from hurt he could really get. He reached down and gripped his own erection, pumping both in time, bobbing his head up and down on Harry with both hands.
“AH…” Harry shuttered. Thoroughly embarrassed that he was clearly not going to last very long.
He felt a flame, flicker in the pit of his stomach. Draco let go of his own erection and grabbed Harry’s hand, placing it on Draco’s head. He curled Harry’s hand as if demanding he pull on his hair.
“no..” Harry spit out quickly. An extra long suck has Harry gripping the blonde silky hair as tightly as he could.
“oh, Merlin. Yes.”
Draco smiled around Harry’s cock. He took in so much he had his nose touching right below Harry’s stomach and he moaned as he felt the brunette pulls his hair hard up and the slam his fist into the back of his head forcing Draco’s mouth back down.
The flame trickled up his chest, and down his thighs. What was this. He yanked extra hard on Draco’s hair to the side and slammed his hips up into Draco’s mouth. It became hotter and hotter, white hot, spread farther, it was consuming him.
He arched up all the way, trembling and jerking faster and faster and he yelled Draco’s name over and over, cumming harder than he’d ever remember doing so before.
His hips fell down to the bed, he lay there, flat, limp, well used.
Draco continued sucking, gently. Slowly pulling his mouth away.
“If I’m good, will you hurt me just a little?”
He whispered into Harry’s stomach, looking up through innocent eyes.