Payback

Title: Payback (1/1)
Author: Cady Mac
Author\'s e-mail: catbird3@mac.com
Author\'s web page: http://cadymac.livejournal.com
Disclaimer: These characters don\'t belong to me. But if they did, oh boy.
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Category: PWP / Romance / Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers. Contains graphic male/male sex, very brief bondage.
Summary: When Hermione comes to visit Harry and Draco for the first time since they moved in together, Draco gets a little possessive. Dirty, sweaty, smutty sex ensues.
AN: Special thanks to my muse/best friend/traveling companion LaurenJaneSays.
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\"Your feet are ghastly,\" Draco whispered into Harry\'s ear, laughing. \"It\'s a wonder you don\'t impale my ankles at night with those toenails.\"

\"What? Don\'t be so, I don\'t know, delicate,\" Harry answered. He wiggled his toes, which were currently lined up perfectly in between Draco\'s feet as they lay together on their sofa. \"Just because I don\'t have girly feet like you doesn\'t mean my toes are ghastly.\"

Draco laughed again, tightening his arms around Harry\'s chest. They lay blissfully like that for a while -– Harry lying on his back between Draco\'s legs, resting comfortably against Draco\'s chest. Harry tilted his head back and rested it against Draco\'s shoulder, inadvertently exposing his neck.

\"Get up and poke the fire,\" Harry said, smiling and digging an elbow down into Draco’s ribs.

\"How\'m I supposed to do that with dead weight on top of me?\" Draco said, nipping Harry\'s earlobe lightly before planting a soft, warm kiss on the side of Harry\'s neck.

\"Down, boy. Hermione\'s going to be here any minute,\" Harry reminded his warm and comfortable companion.

\"So you\'ve said, about fifty times now,\" Draco said, pulling the neck of Harry\'s shirt aside with one finger and licking the newly revealed collarbone.

\"Draco, I swear it,\" Harry warned.

\"Mmm?\" Draco responded, now sucking slightly.

\"If I have to answer the door with a raging hard-on I\'ll never forgive you,\" Harry answered, trying rather unsuccessfully to sound fierce.

\"I\'m just trying to be affectionate. It\'s not my fault your cock stands at attention at the mere sight of me. Although I can\'t blame you, ly. ly. I am beautiful,\" Draco answered, smiling as he ran his tongue up the side of Harry\'s neck.

At that, Harry flipped over on top of his boyfriend, grabbing his arms and holdihem hem down onto the sofa. Draco threw his head back and laughed.

\"Oh, kinky!\" Draco bit his lower lip, laughing while raising an eyebrow at Harry. His blond hair was falling in tendrils around his eyes, just how Harry liked it.

\"Stop. It.\" Harry tightened his grip on Draco\'s wrists.

Draco responded by lifting his hips, smirking, and grinding his pelvis into Harry\'s weight. Draco laughed hysterically when he felt Harry\'s growing erection through his jeans.

\"That\'s it,\" Harry said. \"Payback time.\"

Harry moved to hold both of Draco\'s wrists with his left hand as his right slid down between them and latched onto Draco\'s semi-hard cock through hints.nts. Harry stroked D\'s \'s hard-on through his jeans and attached his lips to Draco\'s throat, sucking his way down to the hollow below his neck.

\"I like payback,\" Draco purred.

\"Do you?\" Harry teased, stroking faster and licking Draco\'s lips.

\"Very much,\aco aco answered as he sucked the tip of Harry\'s tongue into his own mouth.

Harry melted into Draco\'s mouth, kissing him leisurely while continuing his work on Draco\'s now massive erection. Draco lifted his hips upward again, pressing his erection into Harry\'s hand. Hafaltfaltered momentarily, loosening his grip on Draco\'s wrists. Harry gasped and Draco yanked his hands free. He grabbed Harry\'s face, pulling him down into a fiery kiss. Harry kissed back eagerly, briefly forgetting the huge bulge in Draco\'s pants when Draco began unfastening the button at the top of Harry\'s jeans.

Draco took the momentary lapse in Harry’s coherence to take upp upper hand, and flipped Harry over onto his back.

\"Mmph. Stop it. Nevermind. Keep going,\" Haranteanted out between the warm, wet kisses.

Draco\'s fingers slid Harry\'s zipper down and glided slowly across Harry\'s cock through his boxer shorts. Draco slid the tips of his fingers through the opening in Harry\'s boxers and across his rigid length, freeing it from his trousers. Harry hissed and pressed his cock upward into Draco’s hand... when a knock came at their front door.

Draco smiled devilishly and removed his hand quickly, leaving Harry panting on his back with his cock hanging out.

\"Your girlfriend\'s here,\" Draco laughed as he pressed a kiss onto Harry\'s forehead -– which was now gleaming with a light coat of sweat.

Draco composed himself and stood up from the sofa, straightening his clothes, stepping back into his shoes, and running a hand through his soft, blond hair.

\"You are evil. I don\'t care what side you\'re working for. You\'re the most evil person I\'ve ever known. You\'re so going to pay for this,\" Harry muttered as he tucked his obscenely hard cock back into his pants, zipped his jeans and tried desperately to conceal his -- problem.

Draco shook his head, smiled and headed into the kitchen. \"Right. I\'ll go make tea for your little woman,\" he said.

\"Fuck,\" Harry sighed. He put his glasses and shoes back on, and checked his reflection quickly in one of the many mirrors Draco had strategically placed throughout the house. He strode over to the door, took a deep breath and opened it.

\"Harry!\" Hermione threw her arms around her best friend and kissed his cheek.

Harry bent at the waist to hug her back, careful to keep his lower half as far away from Hermione as possible.

\"It\'s so good to see you! Sorry I didn\'t give you much notice before coming over,\" she said.

\"Oh, no \'Mione, it\'s fine. I\'m glad to see you,\" Harry said. \"Come on in, Draco\'s just getting us some tea.\"

\"Ah,\" Hermione replied, smiling politely. \"OK.\"

Harry grabbed Hermione\'s bag and headed toward the stairs. \"Let me show you your room. You can get comfortable and come down when you\'re ready.\"

\"Thanks, Harry. I really appreciate this,\" she answered smiling, but looking rather tired.

\"Anytime. Like I said, I\'m just glad to see you. Come on up,\" Harry said.

Hermione followed Harry up the stairs and they disappeared into the guest bedroom. Harry came down alone a moment later, taking the steps by two and heading hastily for the kitchen where he found Draco sitting oe coe counter by the stove.

\"Bastard,\" Harry said as heode ode over. He stopped and stood between Draco\'s knees and laid a soft, sweet kiss on Draco\'s lips. \"She hugged me at the door. I practically had to jump backward.\"

Draco laughed under his breath. \"You started it.\"

\"Erm, I don\'t remember it that way at all.\" Harry rolled his eyes and brushed a lock of hair away from Draco\'s eyes. \"Anyway, she\'s changing clothes. She\'ll be down in a minute.\"

\"Fantastic,\" Draco drawled.

\"Be nice to her,\" Harry said, squeezing Draco\'s cheek with his thumb and forefinger. \"She\'ll probably feel guilty and go home to Ron before supper, anyway.\"

Draco swatted at Harry\'s hand and raised an eyebrow at him. \"I\'m on my best behaviour, I swear it. Pinch my cheeks again ane a e a horrible, agonising death by nipple torture.\"

\"Sadist,\" Harry said as he leaned in for a kiss. Draco snaked his fingers through Harry\'s dark hair and pulled him closer.

\"You love it,\" Draco whispered against Harry\'s warm mouth. He sucked briefly at Harry\'s lower lip and then kissed him, slowly and possessively, his fingers tightg thg their grip in Harry\'s hair.

The sound of the stairs creaking brought the pair back to reality.

\"Mmm. I love you,\" Harry whispered. \"Go be nice and bring her some tea. I\'m just going to dump a large bucket of ice down my trousers to counteract what you\'re doing to me.\"

Draco laughed and hopped down from the counter. \"Spare yourself the ice torture. I\'m sure we\'re getting ready to discuss Granger and Weasley\'s love life. That ought to shrink you right up.\"

Draco patted the front of Harry\'s jeans and lightly squeezed Harry\'s half-erection.

\"For fuck\'s sake, Draco. Stop it,\" Harry hissed.

\"Love you,\" Draco said and winked as he grabbed the tray and headed into the living room.

Harry suppressed a laugh as Draco carried the tray gracefully out of the room. Hood ood in the kitchen a moment, until he was certain that his erection was sufficiently concealed; then joined his boyfriend and best friend in the living room.

Hermione was seated in their large, overstuffed chair, resting comfortably with her feet tucked beneath her. Draco was pouring tea into Hermione\'s cup, speaking softly to her and smiling.

\"Speak of the devil,\" Draco said, smirking as Harry entered the room. Draco sat down on the sofa, patting the cushion beside him, motioning for Harry to join him.

Instead, Harry grabbed his tea from the tray and walked over to Hermione, standing behind her chair and resting his hand on her shoulder. \"So, what wretched lies was he telling about me this time?\" Harry asked, sipping his tea and raising an eyebrow at Draco from behind Hermione.

\"Nothing. He was just telling me that you were having a hard time getting your biscuits out of the shrink wrap in there,\" Hermione said matter-of-factly. \"Did you need some help?\"

Harry nearly spit his mouthful of tea out. \"Oh. That. Yes, well. No. I had to throw them away because they were ruined. Freezer burn.\" Harry scratched the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, not-so-accidentally, in Draco\'s direction.

Draco pressed his lips together tightly and averted his eyes to keep from laughing.

Harry walked around the chair and kissed Hermione\'s forehead. \"Glad you\'re here.\" He joined his still-trying-not-to-laugh partner on the couch, sitting to his left, deliberately placing himself between Draco and Hermione.

\"Thanks, Harry. It\'s good to get to catch up with you. Sorry about the circumstances,\" Hermione said.

\"T yes yes, well,\" Harry patted Hermione\'s knee comfortingly. \"Who hasn\'t had a falling out with Ron at some point or another? He\'ll come around, \'Mione. He\'s pathetic, you know. Two hours without you in the house and he\'ll realise he doesn\'t know where anything is and beg you to come home.\"

Hermione snorted. \"That\'s probably true. It\'s just he can be so stubborn at times. He wouldn’t listen to reason, Harry. Honestly. I had to get out of there and let him stew a bit. Good thing your cottage is just outside of Hogsmeade. I just traveled by Floo there and walked the last bit here.\"

\"What? You could have just come straight here,\" Harry said, and promptly received a sharp jab in his side.

\"No, it\'s fine. I like being able to knock first, you know. Muggle-born habit I guess,\" Hermione said, glancing guardedly at Draco. \"Plus I enjoyed the walk. I haven\'t been to Hogsmeade in a few weeks. I picked up a few things I needed on my way here.\"

Draco drained his tea and leaned back on the sofa, draping his left arm around Harry. He hooked his thumb into the back of Harry\'s shirt and let it rest there.

Harry watched Draco from the corner of his eye warily. He had the sneaking suspicion that Draco was getting bored, and that wasn’t good.

“So, Hermione, if…” Harry began.

Draco sighed loudly and dropped his right hand down to Harry’s knee as he crossed his legs.

Harry turned his head and stared at Draco, raising his eyebrows. Draco looked up at Harry and blinked at him, smiling innocently.

“Um, so,” Harry said, blushing slightly as he turned back to Hermione. “If you don’t mind my asking, what was it exactly that you and Ron had an argument about?”

Hermione began to explain in excruciating detail the argument that she and Ron had had earlier in the day about how best to spend his pay increase from his job with the Cannons.

Harry had quite tuned Hermione out at this point, due to the fact that Draco had begun tracing patterns lightly with his fingertip onto the back of his neck. Harry wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn Draco traced the letters F-U-C-K-M-E onto his neck. Harry turned his heaowlyowly to face Draco and silently mouthed, “Fuck me?” at him with raised eyebrows. Hermione kept talking to the back of Harry’s head.

“Anytime,” Draco said out loud, staring at Harry deviously.

“Oh. Sorry?” Hermione asked. “Anytime?”

“Anytime you need to escape the -- Weasley,” Draco said, smiling. “Come right over.”

“Oh,” Hermione answered, surprised. “Well, thanks, Draco. That’s very kind of you.”

“Well,” Draco said, standing abruptly. “I think we’ve moved beyond tea. Who would like a glass of wine? My mother sent us a case as a housewarming gift. You’re our first guest, by the way, Granger.”

Draco left the room before Harry or Hene cne could answer.

“It’s not poisoned or anything,” Harry smiled. “I checked it when Draco was in the shower.”

Hermione laughed but then quickly turned somber.

“I’m your first guest? Harry, I’mry. ry. Ron and I should have come over weeks ago when you first moved in. It’s just Ron still feels a little awkward around you two together. It took him months just to be convinced that Draco wasn’t trying to murder you. He’s still getting used to the idea that you two are living together and as serious as you are.”

“No explanation needed, Hermione,” Harry answered sincerely. “He can take as much time as he needs. Draco and I will be here whenever he’s ready. But it will be the two of us from here on out.”

Hermione stood up and repositioned herself beside Harry on the sofa, hugging him.

“Ha I’m I’m happy for you,” she said. “I never would have picked Draco Malfoy for you, but I must admit you two seem to be good for each other.”

Harry laughed and hugged Hermione, kissing her cheek.

“Harry, honestly,” Draco said dramatically from the doorway. “I leave for two minutes and you’re already kissing someone else.”

Draco walked toward the sofd sed set the wine bottle and three glasses on the table. Draco looked Harry up and down, biting his lower lip.

“Mind helping me in the kitchen a moment?” Draco asked, taking Harry by the hand and pulling him to his feet.

“Do I have a choice?” Harry answered, smiling.

“No,” Draco responded. “Be right back, Granger. Help yourself to the wine.”

Draco dragged Harry into the kitchen by the hand. Once they were safely out of sight of Hermione, Draco pulled Harry flush to his body. He rested his mouth against Harry’s and backed him against the counter. When Harry could back up no further, Draco pressed his hips into Harry’s, grinding slowly. Harry exhaled deeply against Draco’s lips.

“In case you’d forgotten, I’m an extremely jealous person,” Draco whispered into Harry’s mouth.

“Dra…” Harry tried to speak, but was quickly cut off by Draco’s invading tongue.

Draco kissed Harry ferociously, sliding fingers into his hair. He pulled away briefly and slid Harry’s glasses off, placing light kisses on both of his eyelids.

“Draco, Hermione’s wai…” Harry started. The palm of Draco’s hand suddenly placed across his mouth cut him off from speaking any further.

“Harry. James. Potter.” Draco stared warningly into jade eyes.

Harry started to laugh from underneath Draco’s restraining hand.

“You kiss her one more time, so help me, Potter,” Draco said, slowly removing his palm from Harry’s lips. “I might pounce on you out there in the living room and proceed with proper punishment.”

“Draco, just… shut up,” Harry said, leaning forward and pressing his lips against Draco’s.

“I can’t help it,” Draco responded. “I never did learn how to share prope”
”

Harry wrapped his arm around the back of Draco’s neck. He kissed Draco slowly, unable to resist the sweet taste of Draco’s tongue and the building pressure between his own legs. He was also incredibly turned on by Draco’s overprotective behaviour, as unfounded as it might have been.

Harry reached down and hooked his fingers into Draco’s belt loops, pulling him closer against his growing erection. Harry bent his knee slightly between Draco’s legs as they stood kissing against the counter. Draco didn’t miss a beat and rocked his own straining erection against Harry’s thigh.

They continued kissing and grinding and groping until their movements became hurried and they both became short of breath.

Harry pulled away from Draco’s mouth, panting. His hair was a complete mess, having just been disheveled rather thoroughly by Draco’s roaming hands.

Draco’s lips were swollen and wet, and he leaned his head forward agt Hat Harry’s shoulder and groaned in frustration -– just as Hermione walked into the kitchen.

“Everything all right in here, boys?” She asked, a knowing grin on her face. “Sorry for the interruption. I got lonely out there with the wine.”

Draco kept his arms wrapped around Harry’s waist and his face planted into his shoulder and whimpered.

Harry blushed and tried to stand up straight, but couldn’t move more than an inch or so due to Draco’s full weight aligned to his body. He could still feel the stiffness in Draco’s jeans against his thigh.

“Sorry, Hermione,” Harry said, trying desperately to sound benign. “We were just checking on what we could make for supper.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows at Harry and laughed. Surprisingly, Harry felt a vibration ripple over him and realised that Draco was also laughing, although it was muffled into his shoulder.

“Oh, I’m glad you two find it so amusing,” Harry said as he unhooked his fingers from Draco’s belt loops and began searching the counter beside him for his glasses, which was difficult with Draco still pressed against him.

Draco finally lifted his head and looked at Hermione, then back to Harry. He grabbed Harry’s face between his hands and kissed him firmly on the lips, and then pecked his nose. He reached around behind Harry, secretly sneaking in a final thrust against his thigh, and grabbed his glasses.

“There you are,” Draco said, sliding the glasses onto Harry’s startled face.

Draco kissed Harry once more before peeling himself away from Harry’s warm body, straightening his clothing as he walked toward Hermione. Harry was suddenly very, very thankful that neither of them had been wearing tight jeans.

Harry watched Draco throw his arm around Hermione and escort her back into the living room.

“Let’s drink, shall we?” he said, massaging Hermione’s shoulder slightly as they strolled out.

Harry let out an enormous sigh as he found himself alone in the kitchen yet again dealing with his near-painful hard-on. He was beginning to think that dumping ice down his pants was his only reasonable option.

Harry took his time in the kitchen, splashing water on his face and standing for a long moment at the open refrigerator door before he felt composed enough to join Draco and Hermione again in the living room.

When he got there, he found the two of them sitting together on the sofa with half-empty glasses of wine, flipping through Draco’s favourite personal photo album.

“Oh, Harry, these pictures are wonderful,” Hermione gushed. “Did you know Draco saved newspaper clippings about you since he was eleven years old?”

Harry’s cheeks turned bright red. “Actually, yes, I did know that. Erm, Draco, some of those pictures in there are sort of…”

Hermione gasped as her eyes fell on the pictures of one of the last pages of the book. “Whoa. Should I be…?”

Draco impressed Hermione and aroused Harry with a rare, sincere, throaty laugh. “He looks good with his hair like that, doesn’t he? I fixed it myself.”

“OK, hand it over,” Harry said, grabbing the photo album and placing it on the mantle.

Draco wore a perfect, beautiful smile as he refilled his and Hermione’s glasses, and poured a fresh glass for Harry.

Draco reached out an elegant arm toward Harry as he handed him his glass. But the glass crashed to the floor as a huge puff of smoke emanated from the fireplace, producing a very dirty and cross-looking Ron Weasley sprawling on the living room floor.

“Ron!” Harry and Hermione shouted simultaneously.

Draco smirked as though he were the cat that ate the canary, and grabbed Harry’s hand.

“Weasley. Your timing is impeccable, as usual,” Draco said as he drew his wand with the other hand, muttering a spell to reassemble the now-shattered wine glass.

Draco stood from the sofa, intertwining his fingers with Harry’s.

“We’ll just give you two a minute then,” Dracid wid without hesitation, pulling Harry swiftly toward the stairs.

Harry tried momentarily to resist Draco’s tugging and stay to talk with his friends, but then realised that putting up a fight at this point would be fruitless.

Draco and Harry reached the bottom two steps when Ron finally spoke.

“Hiya Harry, Malfoy,” he said, glumly nodding at the couple. “Sorry about this.”

“No, Ron, mate, I’m so glad to have you here,” Harry answered, trying to unlock the grip Draco’s fingers had on his own. “Stay as long as you’d like.”

Draco took another step upward, pulling Harry reluctantly with him. Ron paced closer to Hermione, who was now standing silently by the fireplace, glaring at Ron.

Harry looked up at Draco questioningly. The blond tugged at Harry’s hand once more, pulling him up another step.

“We’ll just give you a moment, then,” Harry said, looking sorrowfully at his two best friends. “We’ll just be…”

Harry’s words were cut short as Draco yanked him mercilessly up the final two stairs and into the small upper hallway.

“Shut up, will you, Potter?” Draco whispered as he pressed Harry firmly into the wall in the hallway leading to their bedroom. “Clearly they need some time alone.”

Draco grabbed Harry’s hands and pinned them above his head as he leaned into him against the wall. He nipped Harry’s lower lip gently.

“Right,” Harry whispered. “They need time alone.”

Draco licked and nibbled Harry’s pouty lips unapologetically. “Shh. Come on. I believe you said I was going to pay for something.”

Harry couldn’t hold back his smile. Nor could he hold back the moan that Draco elicited from him as he licked and sucked his way up Harry’s throat.

“Mmm, quiet,” Draco breathed against Harry’s neck. “They’ll hear you.”

“Fuck,” Harry moaned quietly, trying to tug his wrists free.

“My sentiments exactly,” Draco said, raising an eyebrow. He ran his tongue from the base of Harry’s throat, across his mouth, to his upper lip before relenting and pulling Harry into their bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them.

Draco pressed Harry’s body into the back of the bedroom door and leaned hard into it.

“Oh my God,” Harry sighed as Draco sucked his way from Harry’s throat to the sensitive spot behind his ear.

Draco suddenly pulled away, smiling and stepping backward away from the door, leaving Harry breathless leaning against it.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, suddenly quite annoyed.

Draco continued pacing backward slowly until his calves touched their bed. He shrugged at Harry, smirked, and sat down.

“Oh, that’s it,” Harry said. He suddenly became a blur of dark hair and flying clothes as he plowed toward the bed and Draco.

Draco laughed when Harry finally reached the bed, standing between Draco’s knees with his hair askew and trousers unzipped, hanging loosely on his hips. Draco reached up and removed Harry’s glasses, placing them on the table with one hand and cupping Harry’s cheek with his other hand.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Harry warned. “Hands off me.”

Draco bit his bottom lip, stifling a laugh. “Really now?”

“Yes, really now,” Harry replied, swatting the blond’s hand away. “I’ve been walking around with various levels of rather painful arousal all bloody night. You’ve been torturing me -– on purpose I might add -– and all you can do now you’ve got me up here is sit there and shrug? I don’t think so.”

“Oh, Harry,” Draco drawled, smiling. “I love it when you get all angry.”

The blond reached forward and started sliding his fingers along Harry’s length through the opening in his trousers. He reached up with his other hand and found Harry’s nipple and began teasing it.

Draco stopped abruptly when he felt the tip of Harry’s wand pressed against his forehead.

“Hands off,” Harry said. “Now.”

Draco moved his hands away slowly, smirking at Harry. “Impressive. I didn’t see that coming at all.”

“You never did,” Harry said, returning Draco’s smile and raising his eyebrow.

Harry took each of Draco’s wrists into his hands and pushed him backward onto the bed. Draco slid back willingly, allowing Harry to pin him down and climb on top of him.

Harry pointed his wand at Draco’s wrists and muttered something under his breath.

“What was that…?” Draco began, but stopped immediately when he felt the unmistakable sensation of silk wraps sliding around his wrists, tying him down to the mattress.

Draco tugged ard ard as he could at the ties, but couldn’t free his hands.

“Bloody hell,” Draco said.

“Shhhh,” Harry whispered seductively, sliding his fingers across Draco’s lips.

Draco tried pulling at the ties again, to no avail. Harry smiled mischievously as he began removing Draco’s clothing piece by piece -– beginning with tearing his shirt open -– until he was naked, save for his open shirt. Tied down. On the bed.

Harry stood back momentarily and appreciated the view laid out before him. It was better than he’d imagined, and his cock twitched at the vision.

His own jeans still hanging loosely around his hips, Harry crawled back on top of Draco. He began pressing light kisses across the blond’s stomach, working his way upward until he reached Draco’s throat. He paused there to lick and suck and worship Draco’s neck properly before moving on to his soft lips.

Harry kissed Draco softly and slowly, sliding his tongue between Draco’s lips mallmall, teasing doses. Draco kissed him back unhurriedly until he knew that Harry could feel his throbbing erection beneath him, pressing up through his jeans.

Harry traced his fingers down the underside of Draco’s pale, graceful arms, tickling his armpits as he continued tracing downward, until he reached Draco’s hips.

Harry’s soft, teasing attention was having quite an effect on Draco. The blond writhed and shivered beneath him, a chill causing the hair on his arms to stand straight up.

“Harry,” Draco whispered, closing his eyes.

Bracing himself on the bed with his left hand, Harry reached down with his right and curled his fingers around Draco’s stiff cock. Draco bucked his hips upward at the touch.

Harry sat down on Draco’s thighs, grasping his erection. He began pumping Draco’s cock slowly, sliding a hand down to tickle Draco’s arse. Draco shut his eyes, licked his lips and moaned beneath Harry.

“You don’t deserve this,” Harry said as he increased his pace a bit on Draco’s cock.

Draco’s eyes locked on Harry’s as he muttered something that sounded like, “Unghh.”

“No, you definitely don’t,” Harry answered, jerking Draco’s cock a little faster and sliding the tip of his little finger into Draco’s tight arse.

“God, Harry,” Draco breathed out, squirming beneath Harry. His wrists were turning pink from his constant tugging at the ties holding him down.

Harry leaned forward and dragged his tongue slowly up the side of Draco’s cock as he continued thrusting it through his hand. Harry kept up the steady pumping as he rested his lips and tongue on the head of Draco’s cock, causing it to slip slightly into his mouth on each upward stroke.

“Fuck, Harry,” Draco cried out. “Oh, fuck.”

“Mmm,” Harry moaned as he sucked the head of Draco’s erection into his mouth.

\"Let me go, please,\" Draco whimpered. \"Fuck. Please?\"

Harry removed his mouth and hands aat uat up, looking at Draco thoughtfully. Draco groaned in frustration.

\"Maybe I should just leave you here for a while and let you suffer,\" Harry teased. \"You were definitely cruel to me today.\"

\"Harry, please,\" Draco said starting to smile, trying to regain some composure. \"This is by far much worse than anything I\'ve ever done.\"

Harry laughed. \"Oh, I\'m sure. I just like hearing you say \'please,\' that\'s all.\"

Draco rolled his eyes as Harry retrieved his wand and ended the spell. Draco\'s arms flew upward and he grabbed Harry and pulled him down on top of him. Harry\'s wand clattered to the floor.

\"I think I might owe you some payback now,\" Draco said. He wrapped his hand around the back of Harry\'s neck and resumed sucking his throat.

\"Mmm, no,\" Harry whispered. \"We\'re even now.\"

Draco laughed, sliding his arms up and around Harry\'s waist. He resumed his work along Harry\'s neck, moving to suck and lightly mark it just underneath Harry\'s ear. Harry moaned his approval, sighing against Draco\'s cheek.

\"They\'re probably waiting for us down there,\" Harry said.

Draco froze. \"Let them fucking wait, then. We\'re busy. And I\'m sure as hell not letting you leave this room until you come for me at least once.\"

Draco rolled Harry over onto his back and raised an eyebrow at him. Harry smiled up at him.

\"All right,\" he laughed. \"I\'m not arguing.\"

Draco nodded and reattached his mouth to Harry\'s collarbone. As he worked his tongue alonrry\rry\'s neck and shoulders, Harry slowly removed Draco\'s last remaining clothing item -- his ripped open shirt. Draco moved down Harry\'s body and sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing the other one with his fingers. Harry\'s back arched slightly off the bed as he exhaled deeply. Draco took the opportunity to slide Harry\'s jeans and boxers off, and discarded them on the floor.

Draco slid down further, wrapping his right hand around the base of Harry\'s cock and lying the other hand flat against Harry\'s taut stomach.

Harry let out a small moan as Draco slid down further, resting his wet lips against the head of Harry\'s cock. Draco kept his eyes on Harry the whole time, causing Harry to shiver at the sight. Draco smirked up at him, licked his lips and said, \"I love you,\" just before he engulfed thele ole of Harry\'s erection into his hot, velvety mouth.

Harry gasped, arching up off the mattress.

\"My God,\" Harry nearly yelled.

Draco pressed Harry\'s hips back down onto the bed with his left hand, all the while beginning to settle into a rhythm on Harry\'s cock. Draco sucked skillfully, using his hand and tongue to work Harry into a frenzy beneath him. Draco paused every so often to tickle the head with the tip of his tongue and give Harry a sultry stare through the silky blond hair that hung over his eyes, before he\'d torturingly slowly slide his mouth back down again and resume his pace.

Harry was moaning and writhing on the bed when Draco decided that it was time for Harry to come. Harry\'s cock was completely wet, so Draco removed his mouth and began to stroke it rather efficiently while sliding a hand up to tease Harry\'s nipples.

\"Oh my God,\" Harry gasped. \"Fuck, Draco, I\'m gonna,\"

\"Come for me, Harry,\" Draco interrupted. \"I want you to come for me.\"

\"Oh, shit,\" Harry yelled, his breathing becoming erratic.

Draco jerked Harry\'s cock faster, sliding his mouth back down toward it. He licked the head of Harry\'s cock a few times, tasting the pre-come as he continued to pump Harry\'s cock quickly through the palm of his hand.

\"Come, Harry,\" Draco said again, this time leaving his lips and tongue hovering over the head of Harry\'s cock as he stroked.

\"Oh, fuck,\" Harry yelled repeatedly while Draco continued to jerk Harry off into his open, waiting mouth.

Finally, Harry arched his back again, thrusting his cock into Draco\'s waiting mouth as he came, panting and swearing and screaming Draco\'s na
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Harry lay still on the bed, trying to catch his breath while Draco licked and sucked off the remaining come from Harry\'s spent cock.

\"My God, Draco,\" he finally whispered, weaving his fingers through the silky, blond hair and pulling him upward. \"Whatever got into you, I like it.\"

Draco smiled and kissed the corners of Harry\'s mouth softly.

\"I love you, that\'s all,\" Draco said. \"And I may have been a little jealous of the -- Granger coming over and all that.\"

\"You\'re not serious,\" Harry said smiling. Draco arched an eyebrow down at him.

\"You are serious,\" Harry said. \"Draco, don\'t be ridiculous. First of all, she\'s like my sister. Second of all, she\'s a girl. And more importantly, she\'s not you.\"

\"Well, that\'s true,\" Draco smirked. \"She\'s got nothing on me, that\'s for sure.\"

Harry laughed and pinched Draco\'s cheek -- hard.

\"Ow, fuck,\" Draco cursed. \"Harry James Potter. I did, in fact, warn you about that.\"

Draco pinched both of Harry\'s nipples a little too hard causing Harry tlp. lp.

\"OK, OK, stop!\" Harry laughed.

Harry pulled Draco down on top of him for a long, slow kiss. Harry let his tongue leisurely slide in and out of Draco\'s mouth for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of Draco\'s soft, velvety tongue against his. As they kissed, Harry snaked a hand down between them and gently began to stroke Draco\'s cock, which had become impressively hard. Draco opened his mouth to sigh, and left his lips parted, pressed against Harry\'s mouth as Harry\'s tongue darted in and out teasingly while his hand went to work on Draco\'s erection.

Harry rolled Draco over on to his side so that they faced each other.

\"I love you,\" Harry whispered against Draco\'s mouth, as they continued to kiss slowly.

Harry steadied his pace on Draco\'s cock, draping a leg over Draco\'s hip. Draco reached his hand down around to Harry\'s arse, sliding the tip of his finger into him slowly. Harry moaned at the contact, spreading his legs apart slightly further to allow Draco better access. Soon Draco worked a finger inside ofry, ry, and then another, until Harry was nearly fully erect again and starting to neglect his attention to Draco\'s cock.

Draco grabbed Harry and rolled over onto his back, pulling Harry on top of him. Harry straddled Draco\'s thighs and leaned forward to kiss him some more, while grabbing both of their cocks and stroking them together.

Harry kept their cocks pressed together with his right hand as he reached over to the bedside table with his left and retrieved the lubricant. Draco smiled up at him devilishly. Harry smiled back as he began to coat their cocks and stroke them simultaneously.

Once Harry was satisfied that Draco couldn\'t possibly be more aroused, he sat up on his knees and carefully positioned himself above Draco\'s cock. Locking eyes with Draco, he slid himself down slowly onto Draco\'s erection. Harry\'s eyes began to water at the combined pleasure and sensation of burning.

Draco gasped and dug his nails into Harry\'s hips. Once his cock was buried deep inside Harry, they paused for a moment, allowing Harry to get used to the feel of it. Draco leaned forward a bit and Harry met him halfway for a searing kiss as Harry began to move slowly on top of Draco.

Harry\'s cock got hard again as he rode Draco and watched him moan and sweat beneath him. Tendrils of Draco\'s hair were beginning to stick to his forehead as he panted and cursed and called out Harry\'s name. Harry began to move faster, until he almost couldn\'t keep a steady pace anymore. Just when Harry was sure Draco was about to come, Draco grabbed Harry\'s hips and halted his movement. He sat up, with Harry still impaled on his lap, and kissed him slowly.

\"I love you, Harry,\" Draco whispered.

\"I love you,\" Harry answered. \"More than you\'ll ever know.\"

With both of them sitting upright, they continued kissing, and Harry began to move again very slowly on Draco\'s cock. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Draco\'s neck and increased his pace a little. Draco sucked Harry\'s tongue and curled his fingers around Harry\'s erection, beginning to stroke it as Harry rode him.

Harry settled into a steady rhythm, riding up and down on Draco\'s cock. As they fucked, their mouths never parted -- their tongues busy licking each other\'s lips, sliding against each other, and stifling the others\' cries of pleasure.

Harry came first, sweaty and lost with Draco\'s cock buried in his arse and his tongue in his mouth, with Draco\'s hand wrapped tightly around his own cock. Draco followed soon after, when Harry took Draco\'s hand to his mouth and licked and sucked it clean while riding him hard and fast.

They finally collapsed beside each other on the bed, sweaty and sticky and sated.

Draco smiled at Harry, planting a sweet, soft kiss on his forehead.

\"Amazing,\" Draco said, still trying to catch his breath. \"I\'d kiss you more but I can\'t breathe.\"

Harry laughed and tucked a stray hair behind Draco\'s ear.

\"God, Draco,\" Harry said. \"We seem to be improving with time.\"

\"Mmm, indeed,\" Draco answered. \"Imagine us in six more years.\"

\"No!\" Harry said, laughing. \"I can\'t. I\'ll get hard again and, oh shit. Ron and Hermione.\"

Draco rolled his eyes. Harry sat up on his elbows and listened.

\"I don\'t hear anything. They\'re probably shagging in the kitchen, trying to populate the earth with more red-heads,\" Draco said, smiling.

\"Damn it,\" Harry said. \"They probably got mad and left. Shit.\"

Draco sighed and rolled over onto his side, turning his back to Harry. Harry lay back down and curled up behind Draco. He wrapped his arm around Draco\'s waist and kissed the back of his neck, causing Draco to shiver.

\"I\'m sorry,\" Harry said. \"I wouldn\'t have traded that for anything. I\'d rather be lying here with you than be down there with them.\"

\"I\'m so not ever inviting them back,\" Draco said. \"Horrible guests.\"

Harry laughed, hugging Draco tightly. \"Fair enough,\" he said. \"I\'ll go check on them, and just tell them we\'re sick or something and won\'t be down until morning.\"

Draco snorted. \"I\'m sure they\'ll believe you.\"

Harry smiled and got up, still naked, and padded across the bedroom floor to where his pyjama bottoms were slung across the back of a chair. He stepped into them, retrieved his glasses from the night stand, and headed out the door.

\"Be right back,\" Harry said as he disappeared down the hall.

\"You look like you\'ve just been fucked senseless,\" Draco shouted from the bed as Harry headed down the hall.

Draco laughed when he heard Harry shout back, \"I have,\" from the top of the stairs.

Harry found Hermione asleep on the couch by the fireplace. He spotted a note in Ron\'s handwriting by the photo album on the mantle.

Harry, Hermione\'s staying the night with you anyway to punish me or something, but she promised to come home first thing in the morning. I waited until she fell asleep and let myself out. Hermione wants us all to have lunch tomorrow at our house. Will you and Malfoy come? Hope so. Will catch up with you tomorrow, then. - Ron

P.S. -- Silencing charms exist for a reason!

P.P.S. -- What\'s with your hair in those pictures?

Harry grabbed a blanket and tucked Hermione in. He headed back upstairs to the bedroom and found Draco still lying naked in bed, his eyes closed.

\"Beautiful,\" Harry whispered as he closed the door quietly.

\"Don\'t get any ideas, my dick\'s sore,\" Draco said, smirking with his eyes still shut.

Harry removed his glasses and hopped over Draco onto the bed. He pulled the blankets up and covered them both, and resumed his position with an arm and a leg draped over Draco from behind.

\"Well?\" Draco asked, reaching his hand up to lace his fingers with Harry\'s.

\"Ron\'s gone. Hermione\'s sleeping on the couch. They want us to come have lunch with them tomorrow,\" Harry answered.

\"Couple of lunatics, those two,\" Draco said, bringing Harry\'s fingertips to his lips and kissing softly.

\"You\'ll go with me, won\'t you?\" Harry asked.

\"Of course I will,\" Draco spat. \"Otherwise Granger will have her hands all over you.\"

Harry smiled and kissed Draco\'s neck softly.

\"Mmm,\" Harry sighed. \"Stop doing that to my fingers.\"

Draco rolled over in Harry\'s arms and faced him, grinning seductively.

\"Make me.\"

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~The End~