The birthday boy always gets what he wants

Title: The birthday boy always gets what he wants
Author: Devilfancy
Summary: Draco cant let the fact that Harry has to work on his birthday spoil everything, now can he?
Warnings: A surprise for the birthday boy
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (Not kidding)
Authors note: Happy Birthday Harry!

Disclaimer: all characters are the property of JK Rowling.


Part 1:

The tall blond stared in distaste at the small box he held in one hand, fervently wishing for the millionth time that had he had paid more attention while his boyfriend had tried to explain how to use the infernal device.

First he shook it, then he pressed every button on the wretched thing but all that got him was a snide voice telling him to “Please hang up and try your call again” and no matter how loud he screamed at it or whatever hideous torture he threatened it, with the blasted voice wouldn’t even deign to answer him.

Frustrated Draco smacked it hard with the palm of his hand, and was amazed when a moment later a screen actually popped up and displayed Harry’s cell phone number.

Cautiously, afraid it might turn on him at any second, he pressed the send key.

Hold on to what you got world, he thought, Draco Malfoy is just about to reach out and touch someone.

"So why did you call?" Harry Potter asked, voice a little wary and Draco could tell Harry knew exactly why he had called. He took the fact that he hadn't hung up yet to mean he wanted it too, and thus encouraged he blundered on.

“Just feeling sorry for my poor baby,” he sighed dramatically, “ having to work your poor fingers to the bone on your birthday when you could be at home with me getting frosting licked off of every inch of your body.”

Harry groaned, “You know you’re torturing me right? I really cant leave yet.”

‘Can’t you take a itty bitty break?” Draco pouted.

Harry caved, Harry always caved, “I suppose,” he grumbled, “ not long though.”

Draco smirked, he had him.

"Where are you now?"

"Sitting at my desk," Harry answered, and Draco heard the rumble of a drawer being closed.

"Draco…"

"Close the door," Draco said, ignoring the warning in Harry's voice. He didn’t mean it anyway – he never meant it, and Draco bit back a chuckle as he slid his hand inside his jeans and wrapped his fingers around his already hard cock. He waited until he heard Harry turn off his desk lamp, then heard the sound of the office door sliding shut and Harry's harsh breathing on the other end of the line. "Do you know what I'd do if I was there right now?" he purred seductively.

"Drake…"

"Slide your seat back," Draco ordered, talking over Harry like he didn't even hear him. "Do it."

He waited patiently for the sound of the seat reclining into place, smiling in the darkness of their apartment as he pictured Harry lounging back in his seat with his long legs stretched out in front of him. "If I was there right now I wouldn't waste my time getting you out of your clothes. Oh no, I'd pull your dick out and lean over and suck it down my throat right there. Hard, just the way you like it, until you were begging me to fuck you."

"Merlin," Harry murmured, and this time Draco could tell it was because Harry was imagining it. Harry wanted it, and that's all the cunning blond needed to know.

"Pull your dick out. You're erect already just thinking about it, aren't you? My hot, wet mouth closing around the head of your cock, staring in my eyes as I use my tongue to worship your throbbing pole.” A heavy pause, and all Draco could hear was the sound of Harry breathing, feeling his own dick stiffen as he pictured him flushed and panting, lips parted and eyes closed as he stroked his cock.

"Say it." Draco husked.

"Yesssss," Harry hissed, forcing the word out through gritted teeth. Draco loved the fact that he could picture every detail, see Harry thrusting into his own fist and biting his lip hard to keep from moaning out loud. And he wanted desperately to listen to it happen, to hear Harry lose control just once and let him hear how much he wanted it.

"I want to fuck you," Draco moaned, voice low and intense and he could tell by the way Harry's breath hitched that he was been thinking the same thing. "On your back so I can see your pretty face when I ram my cock hard in your arsehole. I want to watch you cum while I'm fucking you. Legs in the air and your hand stroking your own dick just like it is right now."

"Merlin!" Harry swore again, low and broken and Draco could hear the need in his voice. He wondered how long it had been since Harry jerked off, if he pictured Draco writhing under him while he did it.

"Is this what you think about when you jerk off?" Draco rasped, voice a little less steady now and he thrust harder into the circle of his own fist. He wanted this to last, but he'd been thinking about it all day and it was so hard to hold off when he could hear Harry panting on the other end of the line. "Do you think about all those times in our bed when I’ve fucked you senseless?"

Harry moaned something Draco couldn’t quite understand, voice closer now and he grinned, the former Gryffindor had to have a death grip on his cell phone. "What was that?"

"Your mouth," Harry said again, louder this time and Draco didn’t bother to hold back his own low moan. "I said…I think about… about using your mouth."

Harry was breathless, pumping his cock faster and Draco closed his eyes to picture it. Harry sprawled out behind his desk, fucking his own fist and thinking about abusing Draco’s own pretty pink lips.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth Harry?" Draco cooed, evil smile in his voice and he knew Harry could hear it. "Or do you want me to kiss you while I pound your arse raw? You’d love that, wouldn't you?"

He wasn’t really expecting an answer, so it was no surprise when all he heard on the other end of the line was a grunted 'FUCK!' A few seconds later Harry’s breath hitched, a broken moan escaped his throat and Draco had definitely heard that sound often enough to know what it meant. The sound of Harry cumming was enough to break the last of his resolve, and a few strokes later the blond was exploding too, wet heat dripping from his fingers and staining his carpet.

Slowly he brought the phone back to his ear and tried to catch his breath. He silently listened to Harry whimper as he came down from the intense orgasm.

"Thank you," Harry whispered breathlessly. "God, now I have to clean up and get out of here. Think I could get the cleaning lady to help me out?"

“It’s possible,” Draco smirked, “just tell her the birthday boy always gets what he wants.”

“Happy Birthday Baby.”

Part 2:

Draco Malfoy considered himself to be a fairly reasonable man. He just wanted his boyfriend, at home every night, servicing his arse until he was an incoherent puddle of goo. Really now, was that so much to ask?

It would seem that it was because, apparently no one at the Ministry of Magic was capable of doing anything without the help of one, Harry James Potter, and so Draco found himself being stood up on a fairly regular basis and frankly it was beginning to wear on his very last nerve.

Tonight he had been reduced to take out and a video for entertainment.

He was barely in the door when he heard the phone ringing in the bedroom he shared with his erstwhile boyfriend. He stomped into the room, throwing his keys and things down on the table and snatched up the portable phone with an exasperated huff.

“Hello.” He snapped rudely into the receiver, only to be answered with heavy breathing and a deep rumbling voice that replied with, ”What are you wearing sexy?”

Immediately recognizing the voice of his MIA lover he smirked into the phone and answered him in an equally husky voice, “ My wand and some chanel #5,” he teased, “too bad you cant be here to see me”


Draco had the sexiest voice Harry had ever heard, bar none. It was sensuous, sweet, and innocent, which of course only heightened his arousal when the words that came from those gorgeous rosebud lips were so filthy, so dirty, so fabulously horny.

“Gods,” Harry drawled, “you look and sound so damn good.”

“Look?”

“I’ve spelled the mirror beside the bed, I can see everything you do Draco.”

The blonds mouth fell open as he turned towards the mirror, peering as deeply into it as he possibly could but seeing nothing but his curious reflection staring back. “I cant see you,” he groused.

“Too dangerous,” Harry answered, “I have to be able to cut off visuals if anyone should happen to come in. I just missed you soooooo much.……”

“Aww, poor Potter. Are you lonely?”

“As a matter of fact…. Yes I am.” Harry pouted.

“My poor, poor baby," Draco said as he licked his lips and lewdly ran his fingertips lightly over his steadily growing bulge, "anything I can do to help?”

“Well…. since you asked.” Draco could hear the smirk.


" Strip for me and stroke your cock," Harry pleaded, his husky voice sending shivers up Draco’s spine.

"Harrryyyy," the blond whinged, even as he moved to obey, "where are you? Its not fair that you can see me when I cant see you!"

"Im at my office," Harry said, groaning as he watched Draco slip off his shirt, exposing a flat abdoman and delicious dusky nipples.

The mirror was positioned up far enough to get a really good view, and he could feel his cock harden from just the brief glimpse he'd already had. The fire in his green eyes burned with lust as he watched Draco hastily undo the buttons on his jeans and slipped them off to stand before him gloriously naked.


"You want to see my cock get hard? But whatever for Mr. Potter?" the blond asked mischievously. He stroked himself, sliding his hand over the head then all the way down the shaft and back up again.

"Don't stop. I want you to cum while I watch. Get on your knees. I placed your favorite dildo nearby, do you see it?"

"Yes."

"Pick it up." Harry demanded.

He had put the large green dildo where he knew Draco couldnt miss it, and now he watched as the Slythering picked up the thick and weighted on the bottom toy.

"Yes Sir," the blond said submissively. He knew what was coming. The innocent expression he tried for really didn’t suit him. In truth, to anyone else it would have been slightly frightening but to Harry Potter…. Well…..

"Suck on it." Harry panted.

Draco did as he was told. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, getting it nice and wet. He opened his mouth wide and took the head of the life like dildo into his mouth and began to suck audibly.

"Yes, that's a good boy.” Harry moaned into the phone, “Suck on that dick. It's my dick in your mouth now."

Pulling his toy out of his mouth, Draco held it nimbly between his fingers and ran the tip up one side of his face and down the other... lightly over his stomach, around his nipples...down his thighs and over the curly hair of his balls before returning it to his greedy mouth all the while gazing seductively into the mirror.

Draco moaned as he sucked on the thick phallus. Gripping his own penis in his other hand, his cock head leaking juices that dribbled down his thighs, he took the dildo deeper into his mouth and gagged a bit.

"Ohhhh fuck yes baby, gag on my dick. Deep throat it, bitch." Draco groaned, he fucking loved it when Harry talked dirty to him. He slid the cock in and out of his mouth, slurping on it, making sure his lover heard and saw everything.


Harry whimpered as only someone experiencing exquisite torture can.


"Mmmm yes that’s a good slut. Are you ready? Imagine me now positioned behind you…kissing and caressing your arse." Draco waited anxiously. He could hear Harry stroking his dick.

"Feel my tongue drag across your cheeks, down your crack to your tight little hole. Mmm, fuck I love rimming your arse. I love the way it tightens around my tongue. Tonguing your arsehole…mmmm yeeaaahhh thrusting my wet tongue deep into your hot arse."

Draco was perilously close to orgasm. "Are you ready baby? Are you ready for my cock now?" Harry purred. "It doesn't matter. Spread your cheeks wide for my cock. Put the tip of the dildo against your arsehole. That’s a good little whore.”

For a few desperate moments he was just perched there, balanced over the big pole, thighs trembling from the strain while he awaited his next command.

“Do it,” Harry said breathlessly, “sit on my cock!"

Draco cried out loudly as the thick wet dildo penetrated his tight arsehole. The head popped in and pain shot through his body. Harry saw him quiver as the blond pushed down and brutally impaled himself on the slick hardness. His lover paused for a moment trying to allow his tight hole time to get used to the intrusion. He pulled up then lowered himself onto it again and this time he felt only pleasure. With the dildo propped straight up he rode the thick toy up and down as his fingers frantically pulled at his own flesh. He could feel every contour of the dick buried in his arse.

Draco gasped and moaned. Feeling the large dick up his arse and hearing Harry’s heavy breaths and wet palm slapping his cock over the phone had him teetering on the edge. He slammed his hips down hard, biting his lip and jerking almost painfully on his throbbing meat. The pre-cum was thick and plentiful, the friction was pure magic.

“When you get home,” the blond growled, “I want to you to fuck me so hard that I feel you for days.”

His words were like liquid heat to Harry, he stared into the mirror, paralyzed by the sight of the aristocratic Slytherin pleasuring himself like a common whore.

Harry wanted, needed to watch him cum. Every time he thought his caress was quickening enough to bring him to orgasm, Draco would slow his stroke or grasp the base tightly, putting his gorgeous cock on display. That was driving him fucking crazy.

Draco couldn't take much more himself. A few more sharp thrusts to directly stimulate his prostate and he was whimpering in need. Harry had the ability to make his cock throb with a whisper, the power to make him want to let go with a single statement. His balls grew tighter and tighter the more he touched and listened. More and more he kept his eyes closed until his orgasm was so full and ready that he couldn't hold back anymore.


"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSS!!! UUUHHHHNNNNNNGGHH!!!!! He screamed as every nerve of his body cried out. Oh fuckity-fuck! A half a moment later he heard Harry attempt to stifle his own moans (he WAS still at work).

Looking back at Draco, Harry began stroking his cock in earnest, moving his hand faster and faster, lifting his hips from the chair to give his hand free reign over the entire length of his cock. He slipped his left hand into his shirt and ran it over a hard nipple, teasing and then pinching it. He watched Draco thrashing on the dildo as he climaxed, his fingers dripping with the results of their passion.

Harry came, with his cum shooting up onto his stomach in a small arch, pooling there. His groans were deep and guttural as he spewed his seed. Changing the grip on his cock, he then stroked just the shaft, leaving the overly sensitive head alone, while he spurted twice more. Slowing his motion, he finished by milking the last droplets from his throbbing member, letting the cum ooze into a warm pool on his stomach.

Draco reveled in the mental picture of his cock erupting with thick hot streams of spunk shooting from the tip, coating his hand and arching through the air as he listened to his lover explode on the phone. He desperately wished he could lick up every drop. He could hear Harry moan as an orgasmic aftershock rippled through his body.

Harry’s cock ached and he was breathing hard. “Damn,“ he groaned loudly, “I'm not sure I could have taken a whole lot more of that performance. That was awesome.”

“Lil ol’ me?” Draco batted his eyelashes.

"You sure do put on a first-class show." Harry grinned at him.

Draco laughed, his soft, sexy laugh. "You ain't seen nothing yet, babe." he promised, a sly smirk on his face.

Harry chuckled. He was counting on that.

Part 3:

Waking slowly, Draco Malfoy was first aware of the noise of the television and the lights he had left on when he fell asleep on the couch watching his video. A moment later, he was fully conscious of the heat of Harry Potter’s mouth and his fingers, sliding inside his silky black boxers. Tonight there was no seduction, no whispered kiss against his cheek, only his lovers need for his skin, white and soft, and so delightfully markable.

Harry was home.

Draco's hips rose to meet him and his arsehole opened greedily under the assault he had all but begged for earlier, the tiny opening sucking at Harry’s cock with wet eagerness. Luckily, Draco had lubed and prepared himself well in anticipation of his lovers return.

He shimmied his arse as the brunet slipped one hand around his waist.

"Fuck me you bastard," the elegant Slytherin demanded.

How could Harry possibly resist such a romantic request? Resting all his weight on his squirming captive, he cupped his bullocks in one hand and started to drill him without mercy.

Oh, Potter! - damn it, stick that dick in my fucking arse!" Hurrying to comply, Harry plunged deeper, Draco’s slippery arsehole easily swallowing his generous cock. He tried to measure his strokes, but the horny young Slytherin had other ideas. "Deeper, you dirty motherfucker! Fuck me so I can feel it! God, fuck me!" Throwing caution to the winds, Harry thrust upward with all the strength he could muster, almost lifting the slender young man off his feet with the violence of the penetration. Again and again he pounded his thick, throbbing cock into him, stretching his well oiled arsehole wide, filling the hot, velvet-lined cavern beyond. Draco responded eagerly to the desperate fucking, pushing backwards to meet each savage thrust, trying instinctively to stuff more and more of Potter's thick cock into his hungry hole. "Fuck me with that fucking cock!" Draco snarled. "Fucking pound me, you dirty bastard! Fill me up! I want to be fucking stuffed!"


Looking down, Harry could see the slick little hole clutching at his shaft as he withdrew, preparing for the next vicious thrust. Shifting his balance slightly, he swirled the thumb of his right hand in the lube and began to circle his anus as he fucked him. "Don't fucking tease me," Draco panted, pushing back as hard as he could, meeting his every thrust with the hot slap of flesh-on-flesh.

Harry didn't hesitate, but pressed deeper into the tight opening, roughly violating the blonds body as he slammed his prick into his clenching arsehole with a sharp, aggressive thrust. "Oh, fuck yeah, you know how to ride a arse, don't you?" Draco hissed. "Fucking do me, you bastard, fuck the shit out of me. Use me! Fucking break me!" Summoning every ounce of his strength, Harry pounded his hot prick into the mans slender body, his hands gripping his arse to the edge of discomfort, his fullness bouncing and thrusting deep inside him, each violent thrust causing the blond to gasp in ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck! I'm almost there - fuck, I'm almost there, you arse-fucking bastard! Pound my fucking hole! Tear me up, you fucking fucker! Fuck - oh sweet Merlin fuck!" Draco cried as, with a final, desperate lunge, Harry buried the full length of his big cock inside the young man's brutalized hole and unleashed a prodigious blast of sperm to flood his wildly contracting channel. At the same moment, his anus clamped down hard on that gushing organ and Draco’s staggering orgasm ripped through his quaking flesh.

Finally they collapsed into a panting sweaty heap, few words needed now, voices muffled to silence in their mouths, wrapped around each other so tight are their lips. Softly, now, sated, they fell into each other, two bodies made one, bonded by sweat, passion and need.

They cuddled together afterwards. Hearts slowing, breathing struggling back to normal. A wonderful loving it had been for both, although bestial from beginning to end.

When they finally pulled themselves together enough to move to the bedroom Harry couldn’t help noticing the small wince Draco made as he helped him up.

“ Will you feel me for days my love?” Harry chuckled in his ear as they crossed to the bed.

“ Oh yes, days and days.” Draco purred back at him just before he suddenly and forcefully shoved him back onto the mattress, “but that’s ok….” he said, flashing Harry his most evil smirk as he pounced on top of him with a wicked gleam in his eyes and pried his legs apart.

“I promised you earlier Potter,” The leer the blond gave him was simply oozing sin. "You ain't seen nothing yet, babe."

Part 4:

“I promised you earlier Potter,” The leer the blond gave him was simply oozing sin. "You ain't seen nothing yet, babe."

“Oh yeah?” Harry Potter leered right back, “prove it.” Never one to back down from a challenge Draco Malfoy smirked broadly. He had every intention of proving it many times over. Purposefully he strode over to the doubting brunet, grinning as Harry's eyes went wide when he pushed him back to the wall, pressing him hard against it.

Draco tenderly rubbed his thumb over his right nipple, watching the tiny bud harden to the touch. He circled Harry's left nub with his tongue, gently nipping at it and listening to the soft groans of pleasure from the squirming Gryffindor.

Harry seemed to be trying to climb him, bracing himself against the wall as he wrapped muscular legs around his waist in a frenzy of lust. The blonds hands seemed to be everywhere, scratching his thighs, groping at his buttocks, tweaking already painfully hard nipples, while his mouth was busy biting and licking and kissing Harry's puffy swollen lips.

“So… What will be your pleasure tonight Mr. Potter?” Draco drawled against his throat as he began to insert a slow invasive finger into his lovers anus. “Would you like me to wank you, suck you off, fuck you to within an inch of your life or ride em' cowboy?”

Harry’s head swam with the possibilities as he tried hard to think. Not an easy task in the least as Draco inserted another finger along with the first and leisurely set about teasing him to madness as he brushed them ever so lightly over his prostate. Not able to focus at all it took him quite awhile to make up his mind and....well.... no one had ever accused Draco of being a patient man.

Suddenly, he grabbed Harry by the hips, lifted him up and spun him around roughly. “Bloody hell, I can’t take any more.” Draco rumbled, and before Harry knew it the blonds shaft plunged deep into his arsehole, stretching him and making him gasp from the sensation.

“Ohhh Gods! I'm going to fuck you so hard Potter." Malfoy groaned as he bent him over a bit and shoved his cock meat hard into his hungry little hole.

Harry yelped as the blond demon behind him gripped his hips to thrust deeper. His body shook with the force of the pounding and he started to moan all the more. Every thrust taking him, hearing Draco’s moans and groans and gasps for air becoming heavy with need.

Harry could feel nails digging into his hips, making him wince but at the same time even more excited with the pain/pleasure feel of it. He reached to stroke his own aching flesh only to have his hand batted away.

“That’s MINE.” the blond growled menacingly. Draco jerked him back by a handful of hair to claim possession of his lips, he was panting Harry’s name into his mouth as he exploded inside him.

Harry’s cock felt like it was hard enough to cut solid steel and it was throbbing painfully as it just bobbed there, neglected and dripping. “Please Draco…..” he whinged pitifully.

“Im going to taste your cum in the back of my throat Harry.” Draco hissed his promise in his ear as he pulled away from him. Oh thank god! Harry’s knees nearly buckled with relief as the blond dropped to the floor in front of him and pushed his bare arse to the wall, trapping Harry exactly where he wanted him and proceeded to use his hands and mouth to induce insanity.

Draco’s talented mouth trailed up his thigh from his knee, biting and sucking at the overheated skin then pausing to lap at his swollen pouch before using the tip of his tongue to map every vein in the thick cock then returned down the same path, back and forth a few times.

He was so slow about it. Taking his time, teasing and tasting to his hearts content as his brunet lover began to plead for merciful release. Inches from ground zero he tongue fucked Harry’s belly button until the other man was thrashing wildly and using language that would definitely have made Lily Potter roll over in her grave.

Finally (FINALLY!) Draco's mouth clamped down around the head and he swallowed most of the throbbing member down his throat. It made Harry arch up against him, and he wasted no time. Head bobbing,tongue circling and slurping loudly…… for a moment…… then…… again, he slooooowly caressed the round pulsating head with the soft inner flesh of his lips, tongue circling the ridges of it, needing this to be urgent, needing to hear Harry scream.

“More, Draco, damn it!” Harry swore loudly, hips bucking violently as he grabbed two fistfuls of blond hair in his hands. Draco continued his torment undaunted until, with his head thrown back, legs shaking intensely and his arse spanking the wall, Harry cried out his orgasm again and again until he was nearly hoarse with it - a guttural, grunting and animalistic melody of perversity and need.

Shaking all over he slipped down into his lovers waiting arms. The blond slithered his tongue into his mouth, letting Harry share in savoring his own lust on his taste buds.

“Wow,” Harry managed to wheeze when he could finally speak again, “that was really SOMETHING!” The blond lifted one elegant eyebrow and gave him his most wicked smirk yet.

"Oh baby…..” Draco purred, “you aint seen NOTHING yet.”

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