A Series Of Detentions 2: Tie Me Down!

Tie Me Down

A/N: Special thanks to Alisanne and Kit, my partners in crime, and to Melisande, Super Beta Extraordinaire. Kisses and karma to all.




“Potter.”

Harry rolled his eyes up to Professor Snape,who was standing over Harry’s cauldron.

“Are you incapable of following a simple potion?”

“No,” Harry muttered. “Sir,” he added.

“Detention. After class. You will make the potion until you get it right.” Snape strode off in a swirl of robes. I wonder if he knows he looks like a vampire when he does that, Harry wondered.

Hermione and Ron looked at him sympathetically. “Boy, he’s really got it in for you, mate,” Ron said.

“Yeah,” Harry sighed. Inside, his heart was racing. He glanced over at the front of the class, where Draco Malfoy sat, smirking. He tipped Harry a wink.

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“Come on, Potter, I haven’t got all day,” Snape said, once the class was empty of students.

“Aw, come on, Professor,” Harry said. “You know you just wanna watch us. That’s why you’re rushing me, isn’t it?” Harry smirked.

He was rewarded for his cheek with a smack to the back of the head.

“Owww!” Harry yelped, rubbing his head ruefully.

“Smartass. Get in there,” Snape said, opening the door. “Same as before. I will collect you in two hours.”

“Harry!” a voice called from the room. “Get your ass in here, you’re wasting time!”

“Coming, sweetie!” he called back.

Snape rolled his eyes. “Kids.”

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Oh, Dra-kee,” Harry singsonged as he entered the room. “I brought pre-sents!’

Draco was stretched out on the bed, naked. He rolled to his side. “What kind of presents?”

“Toys!” Harry crowed, placing his bag beside the bed.

“The Room”, as Harry thought of it, was a long, low room, situated behind the Potions classroom. It consisted of primarily a huge four-postered bed, various shelves along the stone walls, a large fireplace, and a bathroom with a tub big enough for ten. The lighting was diffuse, in dim shifting shades of green, red and black light. Harry thought that it reminded him of Muggle discothques. All it needed was sweaty, dancing bodies and a bloke in a white polyester suit to complete it.

“Lemme see,” Draco said, looking over the side of the bed. Harry brought the bag to the bed and opened it. He removed silk scarves, a small green vibrator, and edible body paint. “Wow, Harry, this is great! Now get your damned clothes off. Now.”

Harry stripped at record speed then jumped into the bed, rolling Draco over, and kissing him passionately. He eased his tongue into Draco’s mouth, wanting to taste that special Draco taste that he craved. Draco carded his fingers through Harry’s hair, holding him close. Only lack of oxygen caused them to part.

“Mmmm, that was nice,” Draco murmured, looking up into Harry’s emerald green eyes. “The scarves. Those for me, or you?”

“Well,” Harry said, running his hands over Draco’s magnificent ass, “I tied you up last time. I thought you could tie me down this time.”

Draco cocked an eyebrow and grinned wickedly. He got up and proceeded to do exactly that. He tied Harry spread-eagled to the bedposts, checking the tightness of the binds. “Too tight?” he asked.

“No, they’re fine,” Harry said, breath becoming shallow in anticipation. He watched as Draco selected a bottle of lubricant from the shelves and came back to the bed. He placed the bottle on the nightstand, then straddled Harry’s body.

“Well, well. Don’t we look delicious spread out before me, like a buffet. I think I’ll start with a side order of neck,” Draco said, lowering his lips to Harry’s neck, licking and sucking gently. Harry sighed softly, turning his head to the side to allow Draco better access.

Draco moved down, opening the bottle of body paint, taking the small brush attached to the cap, and painting Harry’s nipple with it. He bent over, and tasted it, licking his lips. “Mmm, cherry,” Draco moaned, adding a little more. He licked and sucked Harry’s nipples, using liberal amounts of paint and tongue. Harry twisted his body from side to side, moaning with the sensations. Draco continued his way down Harry’s torso, painting the navel, licking it away, now a stripe across the hip, a path up the inside of Harry’s thigh. Harry was as hard as a rock, his poor, neglected cock weeping.

“Draco….please,” Harry begged.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” Draco laughed. “Somebody need a little attention?”

“Yes, stop teasing, dammit!” Harry growled.

“What’s the fun in that?” Draco asked innocently, moving up to Harry’s ear, teeth catching Harry’s earlobe. He sucked it gently, then devoured Harry’s mouth, sharing the taste of the cherry-flavored paint. Harry sucked at Draco’s tongue, body bucking up to meet the blond Slytherin.

“Let’s try something a little different,” Draco said. He replaced the cap of the body paint and swapped it for the lubricant that he’d selected. He dribbled a little over Harry’s cock, using his fingers to spread it. He extended a finger to Harry’s lips. Harry sucked it in, lapping at the fluid.

“Vanilla,” Harry sighed, as Draco removed his finger. “Dray, please…please.”

Draco blew gently at Harry’s cock, heating the lubricant.

“Gods,” Harry moaned, as Draco swallowed him whole.

Draco sucked gently at the head of Harry’s cock, tasting the precome seeping from the slit. His tongue ran lightly along the big vein, dancing over it, listening to Harry’s pants and sighs. He reached out and grabbed the small vibrator, holding it up for Harry’s inspection.

“Yes,” Harry groaned. “Do it.”

Draco placed the vibrator to his lips, and slid it into his mouth, sucking, licking.

“God, that’s hot,” Harry panted. Draco leaned up for a kiss, then settled himself between Harry’s legs. He rubbed a little of the lubricant onto the vibrator, then turned it on, setting the speed at medium. He teased Harry’s entrance with it, then slid it in as he took Harry’s cock into his mouth again, mouth and vibrator moving in stereo. “Yes, oh, gods, that feels so good,” Harry whimpered. Harry could feel the tightening in his stomach, and, as Draco guided the vibrator over Harry‘s prostate, he came, screaming Draco’s name.

Draco felt Harry’s orgasm starting, and sucked deeply, hollowing his cheeks, swallowing Harry to the root, throat working as Harry filled his mouth. He took every drop, and licked Harry clean. Once more, he kissed Harry deeply. Harry could taste the vanilla lube, the cherry body paint, his own come, and Draco. Draco eased the vibrator from Harry. “Did you like that?” he whispered.

“Fuck, yeah,” Harry replied. Harry pulled at his restraints. “Dray…can you untie me now?”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Draco said with a grin. “I rather like you this way, at my mercy.” He caressed Harry’s chest. “Maybe later.” Draco moved into position. “Maybe never,” he said as he sank into Harry, balls-deep. He smothered Harry’s groans with his lips as he began to move. As much as he enjoyed their games, Draco enjoyed this much more, being inside Harry, feeling his heat. Of course, he would never admit that.

Harry thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Even with the restraints, he was able to meet Draco’s thrusts, loving the feel of having him inside. He stared at the blond perfection above him, thinking that Draco was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Of course, he would never admit that. “Draco, faster…harder.”

Draco increased his thrusts, brushing Harry’s prostate with each one, leaning over and touching his lips to Harry’s. He reached up and pulled at the silk scarves, releasing Harry’s arms, which came up to grasp the back of his neck and shoulder.

“Touch me, Dray,” Harry begged.

Draco wrapped long, slender fingers around Harry’s renewed erection, stroking in time. Harry’s thighs tightened around Draco’s hips, signaling his impending release. Draco thrust harder, faster, and was rewarded with Harry’s cries of “Gods, Draco!” as Harry came for the second time, driving Draco over the edge. He groaned as he came inside Harry, shuddering with each spasm. He lowered himself slowly, muttering a spell to release the bonds at Harry’s ankles, and another to clean them both. Harry twined his legs around Draco, holding him tightly.

“Why, Potter,” Draco said, coming up for air, “become a bit clingy, have we?” he smirked, but gently.

“No, I’m trying to get the blood circulating again, thankyouverymuch,” Harry retorted. He stopped, and became completely still.

“What?” Draco asked.

“Shh, listen,” Harry whispered.

Just outside the door came another muffled sound. One that sounded remarkably like a moan. Harry looked at Draco, wide-eyed.

“You don’t think-” he began.

Draco couldn’t speak. He tilted his head as the moan seeped through the heavy wooden door. He dissolved into giggles. “That perv! He’s wanking on the other side of the door!”

“He was listening?” Harry breathed.

Draco continued to giggle. “Maybe we ought to invite him in next time.”

“Yeah, right,” Harry retorted. “I don’t think so.”

“Might be fun,” Draco reasoned.

“Hmmm,” Harry replied. “Maybe.” He and Draco shared a smirk.

************

“It’s about time,” Snape growled, opening the door.

“Sorry, just making sure we had everything,” Draco explained.

Harry turned around. “Oh, Professor,” he said sweetly, “you missed a few buttons.” Harry inclined his head towards Snape’s lower half.

Snape looked down, then at the boys sharply. Gods, I hate those two, he thought.

~Fin~