Returning the Favor
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Returning the Favor
Title: Returning the Favor
Author:Bernstein_nixe
Word count: 1,335
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry is tired of topping; he wants Draco to return the favor.
Returning the Favor
‘I could have him now. Right here on the Common Room couch. Slow and hard, just how he likes it.’ Harry stared down at his blond boyfriend, whose head was thrown back in ecstasy, exposing the ivory skin of his neck. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the sight of Draco Malfoy writhing in pleasure beneath him, or that he didn’t enjoy burying himself deep inside the blonde almost every night. Harry’s dilemma was that he wanted to feel Draco’s cock up HIS arse every once in a while, or at least once. Tonight especially, he wanted to get fucked.
Harry had wanted this since about the tenth time he had topped Draco. He had never asked Draco directly, because he sensed that the blonde would be averse to switching roles in bed. He had attempted more subtle ways of letting Draco know what he wanted, but he never took a hint. When he tried to act more passive and allow Draco to take control, the Slytherin became worried and asked what was wrong. When Harry rolled them over so that Draco was on top, Draco grabbed hold of his prick and impaled himself upon it.
. From the rumors Harry had heard before he and Draco started going out, the Slytherin had never submitted to anyone. ‘Why doesn’t he want me?’ Harry often asked himself. ‘Does he think I’m unclean? Disgusting?’
As much as Draco’s moaning and grinding against him was getting to his cock, Harry’s sadness and disappointment did not allow him to enjoy what they were doing.
“Please, Harry…” Draco panted, “I need you inside me..” Harry pushed down on his hips to hold him still while he decided what to do. As much as he wanted to just be honest and tell Draco what he wanted, NEEDED, he was afraid that it would drive the blonde away. On the other hand, he simply could not go on pretending that he was happy with the way things were. Sooner or later, that would ruin their relationship beyond repair.
“Harry…”
No, he could not ruin this moment. Moments later Harry had Draco’s legs wrapped around him as he thrust in and out of his boyfriend; but his lovemaking was only half-hearted, meant only to bring Draco only the edge as quickly as possible.
Harry pulled off of Draco as soon as he finished, angry with himself for what he had just done.
“What’s the matter?” Draco asked.
“Nothing,” Harry mumbled, shaking his head.
“Something’s obviously the matter, Harry. You don’t enjoy the sex anymore, I can tell. Are you tired of me?”
“Of course I’m not tired of you,” said Harry. He wanted to say more, but he couldn’t seem to find the words.
“So it’s the sex.”
“No!” said Harry. “Well—yes, in a way. What I mean is…”
“Yes?”
“Have you ever thought of returning the favor?” Harry blurted out before he could think.
Draco looked confused. “What do you mean?”
Harry turned to face his boyfriend. “Draco we’ve been together for almost a year now, and you haven’t topped in bed even once. Am I really that revolting?”
Draco’s jaw dropped. “I had no idea that’s what you wanted.” He ignored Harry’s snort. “I guess I believed we had an unspoken agreement that you are the one who wears the pants in this relationship, and I was afraid of driving you away,” his lips twisted into a wicked smile, “besides, I WAS enjoying myself.”
Harry didn’t respond, but appeared relieved. Draco smiled, extending a hand. “Let’s go to your bed and I’ll show you my reaction.”
****
“Beg me,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear. He was propped up on his elbow and trailing a finger lightly down his chest and abdomen, hard cock pressed against Harry’s hip.
“I’ve waited long enough,” Harry breathed.
Draco wrapped a hand around the Gryffindor’s cock and gave it a squeeze, making Harry hiss. “Beg me.”
“Please, Draco.. I want… I need…”
“What?”
“For you to take me.”
Draco smeared the pearly fluid oozing from Harry’s cock onto his finger and brought it between his legs to tease his puckered opening. Harry tensed. “Have you ever done this before?” Draco asked. Harry shook his head. “Relax,” the blonde as he spread lube onto his finger and pushed it inside, watching his boyfriend’s expression, which quickly changed as Harry realized there was less pain than he had expected. A small gasp left Harry’s mouth as the finger brushed against his prostate, and he started to buck against Draco’s hand. The Slytherin smirked—apparently, he had not lost his touch.
Draco was thrusting three fingers in and out of his boyfriend before he was satisfied that Harry was suitably prepared for his cock. “Ready?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want me to fuck you, or make love to you?” The question nearly made Harry come, and it was a while before he answered: “Both.”
Draco pulled out his fingers and raised Harry’s legs over his shoulders. He groaned as he coated his cock with lube.
Harry had not imagined that Draco’s cock would hurt so much more than his fingers did. He clenched his teeth and gripped Draco’s arms. He didn’t begin relax completele until Draco was fully sheathed, as much as the blonde tried to persuade him that it would hurt less than he did.
Draco pressed his lips against Harry’s. Their tongues met in what was the most sensual kiss they had ever shared. “I love you,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear. He moved his mouth to lick and suck Harry’s neck as he began to thrust.
Draco’s thrusts were long and slow; Harry’s head was arched, head thrown back, and he appeared to have forgotten how to breath.
“Remember to breathe, Harry,” Draco teased.
“This is torture,” Harry said. “Move faster.”
“I’m only doing what you asked me to,” Draco told him, and continued his leisurely pace, kissing Harry constantly as he made love to him. As Harry neared orgasm his breathing became quicker, he began to hiss and his moans grew louder. Draco angled his hips slightly and pushed faster and harder. As long as Harry showed no signs of pain, Draco continued increasing the force of his thrusts until Harry was on the brink of insanity. He grabbed Harry’s cock and began pumping it to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Harry could not believe what he had been missing, and wondered if this was the kind of pleasure he brought Draco. The world began to spin and he forgot who and where he was as the first wave of pleasure hit him. But Draco continued pummeling him until he was taut as a bow, fingernails cutting into Draco’s skin, and his seed spilling between their bodies.
Draco held him tight as he climbed down from climax. Then the blonde ordered him to turn around, and repeated the process of slow-fucking Harry senseless until he was on the brink of orgasm and then ramming into his quivering body until he came all over his stomach and sheets, only to turn him back around and do it again.
The third time around Draco’s entire body was flushed and covered in thin sheet of sweat, which occasionally dripped onto Harry, sending shivers down the Gryffindor’s spine. Draco also began to groan and his thrusts were much less controlled than before. Harry knew that this time, Draco would come with him. Even the hangings around the bed shook as they reached their peaks together, howling their pleasure into the night .
Even as he tried to regain his breathing, Harry lips curved into a smile. “Uh-oh,” said Draco. “I know that smile. What have you come up with.”
“How long as it been since we’ve started sleeping together, minus summer break?” Harry asked, attempting to sound nonchalant.
“Seven months.”
Harry’s smile widened. “Alright then. Seven months of this. Every night. You owe me.”
Draco laughed. “Well that’s one debt I’ll be more than happy to pay.”
The End.
Author:Bernstein_nixe
Word count: 1,335
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry is tired of topping; he wants Draco to return the favor.
Returning the Favor
‘I could have him now. Right here on the Common Room couch. Slow and hard, just how he likes it.’ Harry stared down at his blond boyfriend, whose head was thrown back in ecstasy, exposing the ivory skin of his neck. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the sight of Draco Malfoy writhing in pleasure beneath him, or that he didn’t enjoy burying himself deep inside the blonde almost every night. Harry’s dilemma was that he wanted to feel Draco’s cock up HIS arse every once in a while, or at least once. Tonight especially, he wanted to get fucked.
Harry had wanted this since about the tenth time he had topped Draco. He had never asked Draco directly, because he sensed that the blonde would be averse to switching roles in bed. He had attempted more subtle ways of letting Draco know what he wanted, but he never took a hint. When he tried to act more passive and allow Draco to take control, the Slytherin became worried and asked what was wrong. When Harry rolled them over so that Draco was on top, Draco grabbed hold of his prick and impaled himself upon it.
. From the rumors Harry had heard before he and Draco started going out, the Slytherin had never submitted to anyone. ‘Why doesn’t he want me?’ Harry often asked himself. ‘Does he think I’m unclean? Disgusting?’
As much as Draco’s moaning and grinding against him was getting to his cock, Harry’s sadness and disappointment did not allow him to enjoy what they were doing.
“Please, Harry…” Draco panted, “I need you inside me..” Harry pushed down on his hips to hold him still while he decided what to do. As much as he wanted to just be honest and tell Draco what he wanted, NEEDED, he was afraid that it would drive the blonde away. On the other hand, he simply could not go on pretending that he was happy with the way things were. Sooner or later, that would ruin their relationship beyond repair.
“Harry…”
No, he could not ruin this moment. Moments later Harry had Draco’s legs wrapped around him as he thrust in and out of his boyfriend; but his lovemaking was only half-hearted, meant only to bring Draco only the edge as quickly as possible.
Harry pulled off of Draco as soon as he finished, angry with himself for what he had just done.
“What’s the matter?” Draco asked.
“Nothing,” Harry mumbled, shaking his head.
“Something’s obviously the matter, Harry. You don’t enjoy the sex anymore, I can tell. Are you tired of me?”
“Of course I’m not tired of you,” said Harry. He wanted to say more, but he couldn’t seem to find the words.
“So it’s the sex.”
“No!” said Harry. “Well—yes, in a way. What I mean is…”
“Yes?”
“Have you ever thought of returning the favor?” Harry blurted out before he could think.
Draco looked confused. “What do you mean?”
Harry turned to face his boyfriend. “Draco we’ve been together for almost a year now, and you haven’t topped in bed even once. Am I really that revolting?”
Draco’s jaw dropped. “I had no idea that’s what you wanted.” He ignored Harry’s snort. “I guess I believed we had an unspoken agreement that you are the one who wears the pants in this relationship, and I was afraid of driving you away,” his lips twisted into a wicked smile, “besides, I WAS enjoying myself.”
Harry didn’t respond, but appeared relieved. Draco smiled, extending a hand. “Let’s go to your bed and I’ll show you my reaction.”
****
“Beg me,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear. He was propped up on his elbow and trailing a finger lightly down his chest and abdomen, hard cock pressed against Harry’s hip.
“I’ve waited long enough,” Harry breathed.
Draco wrapped a hand around the Gryffindor’s cock and gave it a squeeze, making Harry hiss. “Beg me.”
“Please, Draco.. I want… I need…”
“What?”
“For you to take me.”
Draco smeared the pearly fluid oozing from Harry’s cock onto his finger and brought it between his legs to tease his puckered opening. Harry tensed. “Have you ever done this before?” Draco asked. Harry shook his head. “Relax,” the blonde as he spread lube onto his finger and pushed it inside, watching his boyfriend’s expression, which quickly changed as Harry realized there was less pain than he had expected. A small gasp left Harry’s mouth as the finger brushed against his prostate, and he started to buck against Draco’s hand. The Slytherin smirked—apparently, he had not lost his touch.
Draco was thrusting three fingers in and out of his boyfriend before he was satisfied that Harry was suitably prepared for his cock. “Ready?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want me to fuck you, or make love to you?” The question nearly made Harry come, and it was a while before he answered: “Both.”
Draco pulled out his fingers and raised Harry’s legs over his shoulders. He groaned as he coated his cock with lube.
Harry had not imagined that Draco’s cock would hurt so much more than his fingers did. He clenched his teeth and gripped Draco’s arms. He didn’t begin relax completele until Draco was fully sheathed, as much as the blonde tried to persuade him that it would hurt less than he did.
Draco pressed his lips against Harry’s. Their tongues met in what was the most sensual kiss they had ever shared. “I love you,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear. He moved his mouth to lick and suck Harry’s neck as he began to thrust.
Draco’s thrusts were long and slow; Harry’s head was arched, head thrown back, and he appeared to have forgotten how to breath.
“Remember to breathe, Harry,” Draco teased.
“This is torture,” Harry said. “Move faster.”
“I’m only doing what you asked me to,” Draco told him, and continued his leisurely pace, kissing Harry constantly as he made love to him. As Harry neared orgasm his breathing became quicker, he began to hiss and his moans grew louder. Draco angled his hips slightly and pushed faster and harder. As long as Harry showed no signs of pain, Draco continued increasing the force of his thrusts until Harry was on the brink of insanity. He grabbed Harry’s cock and began pumping it to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Harry could not believe what he had been missing, and wondered if this was the kind of pleasure he brought Draco. The world began to spin and he forgot who and where he was as the first wave of pleasure hit him. But Draco continued pummeling him until he was taut as a bow, fingernails cutting into Draco’s skin, and his seed spilling between their bodies.
Draco held him tight as he climbed down from climax. Then the blonde ordered him to turn around, and repeated the process of slow-fucking Harry senseless until he was on the brink of orgasm and then ramming into his quivering body until he came all over his stomach and sheets, only to turn him back around and do it again.
The third time around Draco’s entire body was flushed and covered in thin sheet of sweat, which occasionally dripped onto Harry, sending shivers down the Gryffindor’s spine. Draco also began to groan and his thrusts were much less controlled than before. Harry knew that this time, Draco would come with him. Even the hangings around the bed shook as they reached their peaks together, howling their pleasure into the night .
Even as he tried to regain his breathing, Harry lips curved into a smile. “Uh-oh,” said Draco. “I know that smile. What have you come up with.”
“How long as it been since we’ve started sleeping together, minus summer break?” Harry asked, attempting to sound nonchalant.
“Seven months.”
Harry’s smile widened. “Alright then. Seven months of this. Every night. You owe me.”
Draco laughed. “Well that’s one debt I’ll be more than happy to pay.”
The End.