You Owe Me
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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2,611
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3
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You Owe Me
AN: It really does help if you read What Did You Say to Him?
You Owe Me
Harry Potter was sick of the silent treatment he was getting from his boyfriend of eight months, Draco Malfoy.
He didn’t understand why. At dinner with Ron and Hermione tonight, Draco was fine. It really didn’t appear that Draco was bothered or embarrassed by the fact that Harry got him to say again – in front of his two best friends, however – that he loved him. He carried on as if nothing unusual had happened. He even half-laughed at Ron’s joke tonight. Well, sort of. If you could call a scoff a laugh. And Draco had a long, wonderful, and intelligent conversation with Hermione. Harry sighed. But then again, what was extraordinary about that? They always had those types of conversations, didn’t they?
The silent treatment actually began when Harry and Draco had come home. Draco had immediately stopped talking. Had Harry really pushed him too hard tonight? Was this really about Draco's confession? Harry mentally shook his head. It couldn’t have been. It must be about something else. But what? Finally, Harry decided to ask him what was wrong. Draco, however, just ignored him and poured himself a shot of Firewhisky.
Being the ever short-tempered Gryffindor, Harry replied, “Fine,” and went upstairs.
Not that he knew Draco would care. He knew Harry well enough to know that Harry wasn’t going to leave it alone. And Harry knew that as well. Which is why it didn’t surprise Harry when he saw Draco sitting calmly in his favourite chair, sipping on his Firewhisky.
Waiting for him.
Harry scowled and walked by him, trying to pretend that he didn’t care. But, once he was in the kitchen, he peeked back into the lounge. Draco was still sitting there. And now he was smirking.
Bastard.
Finally giving in, Harry knelt at Draco's feet.
“Look, I’m sorry, all right?”
Draco's smirk turned into a scowl. He carefully sat his glass down and stood up. He started upstairs.
“Damn it, Draco! Talk to me!”
Harry ran after him and stopped just in front of the bathroom, blocking Draco's way.
“I mean it. I’m sorry.”
Draco narrowed his eyes and pushed Harry aside. He quickly closed the door behind him. Harry stomped his feet all the way into the bedroom, kicking his shoes off in the process.
“You stubborn ass, git!”
Harry pulled and yanked at his clothes until he stood in the middle of their bedroom naked. He closed his eyes and took in several calming breaths. He wasn’t going to let this go. The question was, however, how to handle it?
Well, asking didn’t work. Kneeling didn’t work. Yelling didn’t work. There was only one other way and Harry knew it was Draco's favourite.
Truth be told, it was Harry's as well. Not that he’d ever tell Draco.
Harry knocked lightly on the bathroom door a second before he entered. Draco was lying in the tub, holding his glass of Firewhisky. When Draco glanced up at him, Harry quickly glanced down. He slowly approached and gingerly stepped into the tub. He ignored the warning growl Draco gave. Once settled in with his back towards Draco, he took one of Draco's feet and began to knead it. He knew Draco loved having his feet massaged.
Harry was lost in concentration when his nipple was pinched.
“Ow!”
He tried to turn around, but Draco held onto his shoulders, making him face front.
“Continue,” Draco hissed.
Harry rubbed his sore nipple a couple of times before starting on Draco's feet again.
Pinch
“OW!”
Harry tried to turn around once more, but this time Draco pulled him in close, and wrapped his arms around Harry tightly.
“Continue,” he whispered, although it was more of an order.
Harry started to growl, but received another pinch.
“Ow! Damn it, Dra--”
Harry’s head was pulled back and a rough kiss stopped his sentence. He gasped into Draco's mouth as his nipple was twisted again. Was this Harry's punishment, or was this a side of Draco that he had never seen before? He reached up to cover Draco's hand to remove it, but instead Draco covered Harry's and brought the two of their hands down together to cover Harry's rising erection.
Draco motioned Harry to wank, in which Harry did willingly. The instant the kiss was broken, Draco’s mouth latched onto Harry's neck.
“Draco!” Harry gasped. “What has got into you?”
Draco's reply was a hard twist to Harry's other nipple. Harry began to squirm and Draco motioned for Harry to pump his cock faster. Yes, this must be another side of Draco because now he was not only pinching Harry's nipples, the other hand reached down and began to massage his balls. Throughout it all, Draco was still sucking on Harry's throat, and the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure were beginning to be too much for Harry.
“Draco… Draco… I’m going to …”
Draco immediately yanked Harry's hand away from his cock, and, at the same time, stopped his torture on Harry's nipples and neck. He pushed Harry to the opposite end of the tub.
Harry cried in frustration. He glared at Draco. “You fuck! What the hell did you do that for?”
Draco was smirking at him.
“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”
Draco's smirked deepened. “Come here,” he whispered evilly.
Harry pushed himself back into the tub. “No way. Are you mental?”
“I said, come,” Draco grabbed Harry's leg and pulled it to him, “here.”
“Draco. I mean it. That wasn’t--”
Draco's mouth covered Harry's again. He reached round Harry and grabbed his bum. He pulled Harry in so tight, that Harry's legs immediately draped around Draco's waist. Draco slowly pulled his face back, cupped Harry's face, and gazed into Harry's green eyes. His thumb traced over Harry's lower lip.
“You really are a bastard, you know that, Malfoy?”
A sly smile covered Draco's mouth as he nodded. “I know. But you owe me, Potter.”
Harry sighed deeply. “I know.”
Harry reached down between their bodies and took hold of Draco's cock.
“No,” Draco hissed.
Before Harry could ask what was wrong, Draco cupped Harry's hand over both of their cocks. This time Harry smirked. However it was wiped clean off by a twisted nipple.
“Draco…!”
Draco smiled and motioned Harry to pump faster. And faster. As he did, Draco cupped Harry's face again and pulled it towards him till they were nose to nose.
“Say it, Potter,” he breathed heavily. Apparently, Harry wasn’t the only one reaching a fast orgasm. “Say it,” he repeated.
“I-I…” Harry stuttered. His mind was becoming lost in passion.
Draco leaned into his ear.
“You owe me, Potter, now say it!” he hissed.
“I’m... I’m… so sorry, Draco! I’ll never embarrass you again!”
Draco squeezed Harry's hand, causing their cocks to be compressed tighter.
“Noooo,” Draco moaned. “Not that.”
All at once, it dawned on Harry. How could he have been be so stupid? He ran his fingers through Draco's hair with his other hand, and looked deep into Draco's eyes.
“I love you too, Draco.”
Their mouths meshed together as their orgasms became one.
They were now even.
Roedhunt
2009
You Owe Me
Harry Potter was sick of the silent treatment he was getting from his boyfriend of eight months, Draco Malfoy.
He didn’t understand why. At dinner with Ron and Hermione tonight, Draco was fine. It really didn’t appear that Draco was bothered or embarrassed by the fact that Harry got him to say again – in front of his two best friends, however – that he loved him. He carried on as if nothing unusual had happened. He even half-laughed at Ron’s joke tonight. Well, sort of. If you could call a scoff a laugh. And Draco had a long, wonderful, and intelligent conversation with Hermione. Harry sighed. But then again, what was extraordinary about that? They always had those types of conversations, didn’t they?
The silent treatment actually began when Harry and Draco had come home. Draco had immediately stopped talking. Had Harry really pushed him too hard tonight? Was this really about Draco's confession? Harry mentally shook his head. It couldn’t have been. It must be about something else. But what? Finally, Harry decided to ask him what was wrong. Draco, however, just ignored him and poured himself a shot of Firewhisky.
Being the ever short-tempered Gryffindor, Harry replied, “Fine,” and went upstairs.
Not that he knew Draco would care. He knew Harry well enough to know that Harry wasn’t going to leave it alone. And Harry knew that as well. Which is why it didn’t surprise Harry when he saw Draco sitting calmly in his favourite chair, sipping on his Firewhisky.
Waiting for him.
Harry scowled and walked by him, trying to pretend that he didn’t care. But, once he was in the kitchen, he peeked back into the lounge. Draco was still sitting there. And now he was smirking.
Bastard.
Finally giving in, Harry knelt at Draco's feet.
“Look, I’m sorry, all right?”
Draco's smirk turned into a scowl. He carefully sat his glass down and stood up. He started upstairs.
“Damn it, Draco! Talk to me!”
Harry ran after him and stopped just in front of the bathroom, blocking Draco's way.
“I mean it. I’m sorry.”
Draco narrowed his eyes and pushed Harry aside. He quickly closed the door behind him. Harry stomped his feet all the way into the bedroom, kicking his shoes off in the process.
“You stubborn ass, git!”
Harry pulled and yanked at his clothes until he stood in the middle of their bedroom naked. He closed his eyes and took in several calming breaths. He wasn’t going to let this go. The question was, however, how to handle it?
Well, asking didn’t work. Kneeling didn’t work. Yelling didn’t work. There was only one other way and Harry knew it was Draco's favourite.
Truth be told, it was Harry's as well. Not that he’d ever tell Draco.
Harry knocked lightly on the bathroom door a second before he entered. Draco was lying in the tub, holding his glass of Firewhisky. When Draco glanced up at him, Harry quickly glanced down. He slowly approached and gingerly stepped into the tub. He ignored the warning growl Draco gave. Once settled in with his back towards Draco, he took one of Draco's feet and began to knead it. He knew Draco loved having his feet massaged.
Harry was lost in concentration when his nipple was pinched.
“Ow!”
He tried to turn around, but Draco held onto his shoulders, making him face front.
“Continue,” Draco hissed.
Harry rubbed his sore nipple a couple of times before starting on Draco's feet again.
Pinch
“OW!”
Harry tried to turn around once more, but this time Draco pulled him in close, and wrapped his arms around Harry tightly.
“Continue,” he whispered, although it was more of an order.
Harry started to growl, but received another pinch.
“Ow! Damn it, Dra--”
Harry’s head was pulled back and a rough kiss stopped his sentence. He gasped into Draco's mouth as his nipple was twisted again. Was this Harry's punishment, or was this a side of Draco that he had never seen before? He reached up to cover Draco's hand to remove it, but instead Draco covered Harry's and brought the two of their hands down together to cover Harry's rising erection.
Draco motioned Harry to wank, in which Harry did willingly. The instant the kiss was broken, Draco’s mouth latched onto Harry's neck.
“Draco!” Harry gasped. “What has got into you?”
Draco's reply was a hard twist to Harry's other nipple. Harry began to squirm and Draco motioned for Harry to pump his cock faster. Yes, this must be another side of Draco because now he was not only pinching Harry's nipples, the other hand reached down and began to massage his balls. Throughout it all, Draco was still sucking on Harry's throat, and the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure were beginning to be too much for Harry.
“Draco… Draco… I’m going to …”
Draco immediately yanked Harry's hand away from his cock, and, at the same time, stopped his torture on Harry's nipples and neck. He pushed Harry to the opposite end of the tub.
Harry cried in frustration. He glared at Draco. “You fuck! What the hell did you do that for?”
Draco was smirking at him.
“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”
Draco's smirked deepened. “Come here,” he whispered evilly.
Harry pushed himself back into the tub. “No way. Are you mental?”
“I said, come,” Draco grabbed Harry's leg and pulled it to him, “here.”
“Draco. I mean it. That wasn’t--”
Draco's mouth covered Harry's again. He reached round Harry and grabbed his bum. He pulled Harry in so tight, that Harry's legs immediately draped around Draco's waist. Draco slowly pulled his face back, cupped Harry's face, and gazed into Harry's green eyes. His thumb traced over Harry's lower lip.
“You really are a bastard, you know that, Malfoy?”
A sly smile covered Draco's mouth as he nodded. “I know. But you owe me, Potter.”
Harry sighed deeply. “I know.”
Harry reached down between their bodies and took hold of Draco's cock.
“No,” Draco hissed.
Before Harry could ask what was wrong, Draco cupped Harry's hand over both of their cocks. This time Harry smirked. However it was wiped clean off by a twisted nipple.
“Draco…!”
Draco smiled and motioned Harry to pump faster. And faster. As he did, Draco cupped Harry's face again and pulled it towards him till they were nose to nose.
“Say it, Potter,” he breathed heavily. Apparently, Harry wasn’t the only one reaching a fast orgasm. “Say it,” he repeated.
“I-I…” Harry stuttered. His mind was becoming lost in passion.
Draco leaned into his ear.
“You owe me, Potter, now say it!” he hissed.
“I’m... I’m… so sorry, Draco! I’ll never embarrass you again!”
Draco squeezed Harry's hand, causing their cocks to be compressed tighter.
“Noooo,” Draco moaned. “Not that.”
All at once, it dawned on Harry. How could he have been be so stupid? He ran his fingers through Draco's hair with his other hand, and looked deep into Draco's eyes.
“I love you too, Draco.”
Their mouths meshed together as their orgasms became one.
They were now even.
Roedhunt
2009