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Prompt 20 - Savour

@jegulus-microfic October 20, Word count 86

James never thought he'd use a word that he used to describe his mum's mince pies in relation to his best friend's little brother. But every time he kissed or touched Regulus Black, he would savour it. The softness of Regulus’s lips, the way his hip bones jutted out and pressed into James's thighs, the calluses on his hands that mirrored his own from riding a broom. He savoured every moment he had with Regulus because who knew how long they had before someone found out.

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Savour

drarry | E | 808 words | kinktober, asphyxiation, gags, deep-throating, tenderness

Summary: They don’t really need the gag, they just like it.

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It takes five minutes for Harry’s eyes to soften from their mutinous glare into something softer and even more compelling. Five minutes of the ring gag holding his mouth open in a perfect ‘o’—the metal ring sitting behind his teeth, the polished leather straps pressing into his cheeks—and of Draco’s fingertips stroking deliberately too-slow and too-soft along the underside of Harry’s hard cock.

“Feeling better?” Draco asks.

Harry nods, his cockhead wet with precome and his chin wet with saliva, but his hands still held behind his back.

“Good,” Draco says.

He abandons Harry’s cock in favour of running his fingertips around Harry’s lips, tracing the stretched pink softness of them, dipping two fingers inside his mouth to feel his teeth, to stroke the soft wetness of his tongue. Harry breathes through his nose, slow and deliberate, as Draco’s fingers slip deep, deeper, until Harry’s front teeth press against his knuckles. Draco holds them there for three long breaths, seconds that feel short to him but must drag like hours for Harry.

“I think you’re ready, do you?”

Harry nods again, slow with his mouth fully occupied, and Draco draws his fingers out as precisely as he had put them in.

Unbuckling the gag is easy; Harry tilts his head obligingly, and Draco sets it aside so he can move close and brush his mouth across Harry’s already-swollen lips. It’s not a kiss, not really, not when Harry is still holding his mouth open. They don’t really need the gag, they just like it. Harry likes the way it makes him give in, and Draco likes the way the gold metal looks pressing in against Harry’s pink lips, his white teeth.

“Sit down then,” Draco says.

Harry does. This is what he’s been waiting for, patiently, and Draco is going to give it to him.

“Open up.”

Harry’s mouth drops fully open, and Draco strokes at Harry’s lips again with one hand. The other is busy undoing his own trousers, shoving them down his thighs. Harry’s eyes widen at the sight; anticipation-bright and eager.

The first slide of his cock into Harry’s mouth is bliss, it always is; a slick slide across lip-covered teeth and the welcoming softness of Harry’s tongue. Harry’s lashes flicker shut in pleasure—he loves giving it almost as much as he loves getting it—but then he remembers himself, opens his eyes, and looks up at Draco.

Draco steps in close between Harry’s legs, and slowly rolls his hips forward, feeding his cock into Harry’s mouth in increments. He likes to make Harry wait for it, savour each moment until he’s properly filled up. They’re close now, Harry’s already tilting his head back slightly to make room, to ease the angle of entry.

“Deep breath,” Draco instructs.

Harry inhales through his nose. Draco presses in until—yes—Harry’s throat opens up around him, tight and twitching as Harry swallows down the spasm of a repressed gag with his nose and mouth pressed tight against Draco’s neatly trimmed pubes. Draco holds still then draws back, but only for a moment before he pushes back in again and holds it until Harry’s face starts to go red and his eyes start to water.

Draco wipes away the first tear as it crests Harry’s cheekbone and licks the moisture from his thumb. He takes hold of Harry’s face, cradling his head, and looks down. Harry’s eyes are shiny, the tears of breathlessness make them look even greener than normal, his lashes are all clumped and dark. He can’t talk, obviously, but Draco waits to see if Harry needs more time.

Harry releases his hands from behind his back, but not for their well-planned ‘three taps to the leg’. Instead, he cups the back of Draco’s thighs and raises his eyebrows as he waits for more. He’s competitive—still, even like this—and so fucking eager that it makes Draco’s chest clench with something furious and hopeful.

So Draco tightens his hold on him, and rocks his hips; slowly at first, then faster, until the slick sucking sound of his cock fucking into Harry’s throat gets loud enough to make him moan. It makes them both moan, really, but any sound Harry tries to make dissipates into a spit-and-precome fuelled gurgle. Draco’s balls are already tight.

Harry’s eyes are streaming now, red-rimmed and wet, and his lips are stretched wide and there’s drool dripping from his mouth on every out-stroke of Draco’s cock, but he’s still holding onto Draco’s thighs like a lifeline, like Draco stopping is the last thing he wants.

Draco slides his hands up into Harry’s hair and anchors himself against the heat coiling in his hips, against the knowledge that right now Harry wants his cock more than he wants to breathe. He’s choking on Draco’s cock and he loves it.

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Thankyou to @the-starryknight for casting an eye over this one ❤️

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