Relief

Title: Relief

Author: Bridge

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Harry and Draco go to America. Harry has a problem. Draco--fixes it.

Notes: Inspired by my most deviated mind though this would never have been published if it weren’t for my most treasured beta, magdellin She was so vocal in the reforming of this after the first beta. She helped me make this great and I’m so in her debt *glomps Madgellin* Thanks for putting up with my “Americanisms” *grin*

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Warnings: This is a squick fic, a very squicky fic. Some bdsm and \'dubious\' con. Also, OOC but I wasn\'t really concerned with that when this bunny bit.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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“What do you think about this one, Harry?” Draco held up a bright purple butt plug that was clearly visible through the display window on the front. The few people who had turned to look when he had called out could see that this particular plug offered superior vibrating action. Harry was squirming where he stood and Draco smiled and sauntered over to him.

“Don’t we already have one like that? I think you got it for me last Christmas.”

“Yes, but that one’s base didn’t flare as much and this one vibrates as well. We could try it out tonight if you want.”

“Um, I don’t know. I’m still feeling a little under the weather.”

“Well, that’s fine,” he replied, a bit stiffly. “We can always wait until you’re feeling better to try it out but I insist on buying it for you.”

“All right. Why don’t you go pay and I’ll wait for you outside.”

“Still too embarrassed to purchase a butt plug with your boyfriend? I could be evil and ask if they do custom made ones,” Draco said, while leaning in to breathe into Harry’s ear. “Maybe they’ll have to get a good look at just where their work of art will be placed. Maybe even,” Draco leaned in even further and licked the shell of Harry’s ear, “a taste.”

Draco smirked as Harry moaned at the picture he was creating. He knew that while Harry didn’t really like to invite strangers into their bedroom, the mere idea of it really turned him on. And since their sex life had been a bit lackluster -- non-existent is more like it a rather pissed off pof hof his brain added -- he was willing to try anything to get back to the thrice daily fuckings to which he had grown accustomed.

Draco moved so his body was pressed right up against Harry. He used the tip of his tongue to just trace around the shell of Harry’s ear before blowing hot air into it.

“Draco! We, mmm, can’t do this in public!”

“It’s a sex shop, Harry. I don’t think anyone’s going to complain.” With that he smoothed his hands up and down Harry’s back, kneading the muscles and proceeding to turn Harry into a puddle of goo. He reached down and roughly grabbed Harry’s arse to bring their groins flush against each other but Harry pulled forcefully away.

“I uh, I forgot something in the room. I’d better go and …”

Harry bolted from the store leaving Draco with a raging hard on, again. He was most displeased, as the newly formed tick in his eye could verify. He calmly walked up to the counter and paid for the butt plug and the leather cuffs he had added at the last minute.

‘If Harry wants to play hard to get, I’ll just make sure he can’t run anymore,’ he thought.


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\"Harry!\"

Draco slammed the door to their suite open and stormed to the bedroom door. He realized that he was about to burst through the door and throw a huge temper tantrum so he calmed himself a bit and then barged into the bedroom. Harry was lying on his side, still fully clothed, on their bed. At the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and smiled weakly at Draco.

“Hi. Sorry about … well, leaving you back there.”

“Are you now? Because I really don’t believe you. You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I have not,” Harry exclaimed and stood up so that he was face to face with Draco.

“You’ve been avoiding me in every sexual advance I’ve made towards you since we arrived in this bloody country. I kiss you, you’re fine. I so much as touch any part of your body aside from your hands, and you bolt. Or clam up. Or just plain rebuff my touch. And then you act like nothing is wrong!”

“Draco, honestly, it’s not that I don’t want to be with you. It’s just that …”

“What?! What could possibly make you not want to be with me for a month?”

“It’s … I just -- I can’t tell you.” Harry glanced up at Draco with a pitiful look upon his face. “I’m sorry,” he said, meekly.

“Fine. Since you don’t trust me --” Draco started, only to be cut off again by Harry.

“It’s not that,” Harry exclaimed, closing the few steps between them and taking Draco’s hands with his. “It’s just … embarrassing.”

Draco noted the faint blush that enveloped Harry’s face. He decided to give Harry one more chance. If he told Draco what was wrong, he would be lenient. If not, full out torture until he did find out what happened.

“Harry,” Draco murmured, while releasing one of his hands from Harry’s grasp. He brought it up to Harry’s face and cupped his cheek. “No matter what it is, I promise you that I won’t make fun. I just want to know why you don’t desire me anymore. Why every time I show interest in you, sexually, you back off and close yourself off.”

“I … I don’t want you to think I don’t desire you. I do! I really, really, really do. It’s just that right now, I’m not feeling all that sexual. Can’t we just cuddle?”

Draco smirked. The way he had set this up, it was a win-win situation for him. Now, he was able to have slightly more fun than if Harry had conceded and told him what was wrong. He brought his other hand up and held Harry’s face while nuzzling along his jaw line. He pressed a chaste kiss to Harry’s lips and then pulled back to look in his face.

“Harry,” whispered Draco, huskily.

“Yes?”

“Petrificus Totalus.”

Draco caught Harry as he started to fall and placed him on the bed while he removed his clothes. He laid his wand on the night table next to the bed and then made Harry lay face down, with his head turned to the side. Draco took a moment to admire the sheer perfection that was Harry Potter’s arse. ‘This is going to be fun,’ he thought.

Draco grabbed the bag with his purchases from earlier and took out the four leather cuffs and the rope he had bought. He proceeded to tie the four lengths of rope around the head and foot boards and then to the D rings on each cuff. He looked at Harry spread out on their bed, about to be buckled into the leather cuffs and rendered helpless. His cock jumped at the mental picture.

Draco wasted no time in securing Harry’s ankles and wrists into each cuff. He didn’t make them too tight and was glad that the buckles allowed him the freedom not to worry about whether they would hold or not. He stood back and looked down at his victim strapped to the bed. He rubbed himself through his wool trousers and silk boxers – a gift that Harry had bought him as an American novelty -- and enjoyed the friction for a long, glorious minute. His excitement couldn’t be held back any longer so he picked up his wand from the table and ended the spell. He smirked as Harry immediately started to struggle.

“Harry, Harry, Harry,” Draco chided. “None of this would be necessary if you would have just told me what was so ‘embarrassing’, love. Now, well, now I get to have some fun.”

“Draco! Untie me! You know I don’t like being tied up.”

“No,” Draco replied, huskily. He was slightly mesmerized by the sight of Harry struggling against the leather and had to shake his head to bring him to his senses. “I know that you say you don’t like being tied up but any time where I restrict your movements, you always come harder than ever. Now you don’t have to settle for my hands holding you down. I can fully indulge you in your kinky little delights.”

Harry squirmed around on the bed more and Draco’s cock started to weep at the sight of Harry unknowingly grinding into the bed while trying to get out of the restraints. Draco stepped out of his shoes and slowly pulled off his socks. He was quite enjoying the show Harry was putting on and the anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to bear.

After a month of wanking off in the loo, though, Draco was prepared to wait.

Harry was alternately tugging on the ankle cuffs and the writs cuffs and his body was doing a gentle rocking motion to accommodate. His libido must have kicked in and let him realise what he was doing because he made a small gasp and then stilled. Draco could see half of Harry’s face and it was fire engine red. He smiled at Harry’s back as he ripped off his shirt and trousers.

“Enjoying yourself, Harry,” Draco asked in a voice that was deeper than he had expected.

“Draco, please. Let me up. I really don’t want –“

“This isn’t about what you want, Potter,” Draco bit out as he stepped out of his boxers and climbed onto the bed. “It’s about what we both need.”

Draco kneeled next to Harry on the bed and gently ran his hands from Harry’s shoulders down to his knees and up again. He pointedly avoided Harry’s arse on the way down but couldn’t resist a slight grope as he moved back up.

“Draco – don’t,” Harry pleaded as his whole body tensed.

“Shh. Just relax and let me help.”

Draco straddled Harry’s lower back and started giving him a thorough massage. He slowly worked out all the knots that Harry seemed to collect on a daily basis. He concentrated on just massaging, although couldn\'t refrain from occasionally leaning forward to blow on Harry\'s ear, or nibble against the soft skin of his neck.

Draco had been a bit wary when he started the massage: Harry had been quite tense and didn’t seem to be loosening up. After the initial contact that he had made with Harry’s cheeks though, Harry had relaxed considerably, melting into the massage as he normally did. Draco had consciously stayed above the belt to keep Harry from tensing up again and had paid considerable attention to Harry’s shoulders – an area that was always so keen on being massaged.

Draco waited until Harry had seemingly melted into the bed to begin his next stage of seduction. He knew that if he wanted to find out what had been bothering Harry, he needed only wait until the post coital bliss had set upon them and Harry would answer anything. So, now he just had to give Harry a mind-blowing orgasm and his problem would be solved. ‘Never been a problem before,’ Draco thought and smirked down at Harry’s back.

He leaned down and placed a few chaste kisses between Harry’s shoulder blades. Harry’s moans were music to Draco’s ears. He remembered their first few times together and his delight upon finding out just how responsive Harry was every time he was touched. His skin seemed to sing out ‘bite me, touch me, pinch me, lick me, scrape me’ in fervent abundance and Draco was just too happy to comply.

Draco inched his way southward towards Harry’s tempting arse but made sure to do it slyly enough that Harry wouldn’t try to stop him. He had realized the pattern over the past weeks that any time he even tried to touch Harry’s arse, he was immediately rebuffed. It was his favourite part of Harry to latch onto, and Draco\'s sex-deprived brain simply couldn\'t understand where this obstacle was coming from.

Draco’s fascination with Harry’s deliciously tender arse had come quite early in their relationship. After a night of complete debauchery, Draco had found Harry was most responsive when there was some kind of arse play. Kneading the cheeks could bring his lover nearly to orgasm; a finger inside could bring him over the top. And when Draco brought his tongue into the equation – well, he almost needed restraints similar to the ones Harry was currently wearing to keep his new lover from convulsing on the bed.

Draco dragged his brain from memory and focused on the present. The delicious creature beneath him was still unaware of the direction that Draco was taking, even as he nibbled on Harry’s lower back. He dared to once again knead the tanned flesh of Harry’s arse with his hands. He didn’t get any immediate refusal so he gently spread the cheeks apart and gave one long, wet lick to Harry’s opening before pulling back completely and staring down in confusion at the still exposed hole. Harry’s body tensed completely and any haze he had been under from all the sensual caresses was completely gone.

“Draco … I, um … ohmygodkillmenow.”

“Harry? Was this the ‘embarrassing secret’ that’s been keeping us from shagging?”

Harry didn’t answer, he just buried his head further into his pillow. Draco continued to stare down at the, well, small round pieces of skin sticking out from his boyfriend’s hole. He supposed that they weren’t as bad as they could be. He had seen a lot of far worse cases in his mother’s Healers Handbook but they still seemed rather -- disturbing. He used slid one hand off of Harry’s cheek and used his fingers to gently stroke one of the flaps of skin. Harry yelped and immediately clenched his arsehole.

Draco found that he quite liked this reaction as his half hard cock sprang out in excitement. He slid his other hand off the cheek and settled both hands on either side of Harry’s body.

He ran his tongue along the backs of his teeth and contemplated the fact that he had just licked those, those … flaps of skins. Or whatever they happened to be. He was rather put off by the fact that he wasn’t really that disgusted by this fact. He had had his tongue inside Harry before so it wasn’t like this was new territory. He glanced up at his boyfriend to find his head still buried in the pillow. He thought about just how mortified Harry must be feeling. He had hidden this from Draco for a month now and to have him find out this way, well, surely he would have planned Draco’s finding out in some other fashion, to say the least.

“Harry?”

“Go away! Really! Just let me out of these and leave. I’ll understand, Draco. Just, please go.”

Harry’s voice was strained, as if he was crying. Or on the verge, because surely Draco would have noticed if he had already started. He tried to soothe Harry with a gentle massage again but it wasn’t working. The second his hands touched Harry’s skin though, he was reminded of just how sex-deprived he was as even Harry’s mortification wasn’t stopping his libido. Some rational part of his brain realised that Harry was probably ready to bury himself inside a deep, dark hole never to come out again, and would have left already, had he not been tied up.

Draco’s heart went out to his boyfriend and was determined to put his needs on hold – for a little while. He decided to follow through with his earlier plan of the rim job, now that he had already found out the little secret. He would probably even be helping Harry since they were supposed to be pushed back into the body anyway.

Draco grabbed Harry’s cheeks again and after a small squeak from Harry, began to lick and slurp at his hole just as he normally would. Harry seemed to be squirming around even more so than he usually did. Draco guessed it was because the ‘rhoids were so very sensitive so he was particularly careful while using his tongue, and plenty of spit, to push them back inside.

He had a very weird taste in his mouth by now and figured that Harry must have stopped at an apothecary to get a potion to remedy them. The mental picture of Harry using a slick potion to finger fuck himself to get rid of the problem was so erotic that Draco started to rub himself on Harry’s leg. The taste of the potion was almost enough to put him off the rimming, but he continued, as it had obviously failed and he just wanted Harry to be rid of them.

‘He should have remembered that a tongue always works better than fingers anyway,” Draco thought smugly. He made a mental note to make sure to use a thorough cleaning spell on his mouth afterwards so as to not have to worry about being poisoned. By the time that Draco had pushed the last of the flaps back inside Harry was thrashing around like crazy. He spit right on Harry’s entrance and then began tongue fucking him in earnest. He kept flicking his tongue inside Harry and coming oh-so-close-but-not-close-enough to his prostate. He brought a hand down to stroke Harry’s perenium in time with his thrusting tongue.

Draco was content to use Harry’s leg as his own personal humping post. He ground into it at a desperate pace as his spit dribbled down his chin and his tongue began to numb. Harry was alternately cursing and praising Draco as he fucked Harry deeper and deeper with his tongue. Draco pushed down on Harry’s perenium, hard, as his tongue finally made contact with Harry’s prostate.

Harry moaned out Draco’s name as he thrashed around as much as he could. Draco bucked a few more times before coming all over the back of Harry’s thigh and collapsing onto him.

They lay, stuck together by Draco’s come, for a few minutes, regaining their strength. Harry was the first to move, but, as he was still tied up, it didn’t do much good. Draco stretched out and laid sprawled over Harry’s back as he reached up and undid the buckles from Harry’s hands. They had apparently gone a bit numb as they just flopped onto the bed after being released. Draco crawled down to the foot of the bed and undid Harry’s ankles as well.

“Are you sore?” Draco asked as he massaged Harry’s ankles.

“Not so much that I would object to being tied up like that again,” he replied.

Draco guessed that there would be a blush forming on Harry’s cheeks right now if he weren’t still covered by his post-coital glow. Draco moved so that he was lying next to Harry, on his back. Harry immediately turned and kissed him chastely on the lips before turning and laying his head on Draco’s chest.

“It was the food,” Harry said after a few minutes.

“What was the food?” Draco asked, brain a little slow after finally getting laid.


“The American food that we’ve been eating. It didn’t exactly sit well with me and it caused me to um, back up? So when I was trying to get it out –“

“Harry, love, I don’t really need the details.”

“Um, right. Thanks for the um, help though,” Harry said as he tilted his head up and kissed Draco again.

“Next time, don’t wait so long to come to me for help. I was out of my mind from lack of sex.”

“Well, if I had known how you would have cured me, I would have told you earlier. Such a clever cure, Dr. Draco.”

“Yes well, I know what a sucker you are for rim jobs.”



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