I Wanna | Harry x Draco
Tags - Oral Sex, Mutual Masterbation, Light Praise, Light Degradation, Begging, Edging, Overstimulation, Unintentional Use of Aphrodisiacs.
Kinda top Draco but the fic this is from specifically he is more the bottom, though it is eventually a switch relationship (once i can bring myself to write that chapter LOL) so this is kinda power bottom Draco ig??? ANYWAYS
Word Count - 13,328
A smutty ahh smut chapter from my long slow burn angst enemies to lovers TEEHEE. Linked.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ron and Hermione had already left for Bill’s at this point, all of them having eaten already and Harry having cleaned up the kitchen and showered. He walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen again, leaning on the doorframe as he watched Draco.
He was sifting through the cupboards; obviously having come to the conclusion that they needed to do some spring cleaning. He had mentioned it to him a few days ago, but he didn’t really think he was being all that serious until now.
Harry guessed he was just bored since they did the same thing practically every day, which was usually nothing except maybe make out or play chess. Then when something exciting did happen it was a 50/50 chance that it’d be a danger to their lives; like when they had been chased by snatchers.
He stepped further into the kitchen, attempting to catch Draco’s attention as he knelt up on the counter to pull out the items that had been long forgotten in the far back.
“How’s it going?” He asked pleasantly and Draco looked back at him, slightly startled by his sudden presence.
“Fine. Don’t touch anything.” He threw over his shoulder, making Harry roll his eyes.
“Wasn’t going to.” He leant against the counter, folding his arms across his chest as he watched Draco rifle through the cupboards.
He knew that Draco was quite particular about how he organised things, given the way he’d repacked the cupboards after Harry had done it; clearly the wrong way. He suspected he had a mild case of OCD or something, but didn’t dream of bringing that up.
His eyes travelled over his body appreciatively, drinking in the sight of him from a different angle. Harry liked looking at him; he was very nice to just look at sometimes. When he didn’t notice Harry staring and get all twisted up the wrong way about it.
He was kneeling on the counter, replacing things up on the highest shelf with his back to Harry, thankfully, so he could stare all he wanted. As he lifted his arms, his shirt lifted ever so briefly with them so that Harry could appreciate a tiny increment of his lower back.
He averted his eyes, clearing his throat as his thoughts ran away with the sight as they always seemed to do whenever Draco so much as showed a hint of skin he wasn’t used to seeing.
He picked up a box that had been left on the counter, the memory of Ron bringing it back last week and bragging that Fred and George had given them to him when he’d already eaten three of them whole, then he realised that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to eat things that the twins had given him without at least reading the back.
He laughed at the memory, making Draco look back at him curiously.
“What’s funny?”
“Nothing. I thought we got rid of these.” Harry smiled to himself in amusement, holding up the box pointedly as Draco looked round at him.
“Oh. Why? They’re good.” He replied casually, making Harry still before he turned towards him.
“You ate them?” He asked, attempting to keep the sudden worry out of his tone.
“Yeah. Is that not okay? Are they Weasley’s or something?” Draco looked back at him fully, his body half twisted with the action as he still remained on his knees on the counter.
“Um…” Harry shifted on his feet, not wanting to cause a panic. He seemed to be fine.
“How long ago did you take them?” He asked, and Draco looked slightly confused by his use of words. He braced his hands into his lap as he completely abandoned the boxes he had been sorting into the cupboards.
“Like twenty minutes ago, why?” He looked slightly worried now, Harry obviously not being as inconspicuous about his own worry.
“How… do you feel?”
“Why? What are they?” Draco jumped off of the counter now and approached him, Harry tightened his hold on the box still in his hands as he shifted it out of his reach.
There was no point in panicking him if he was completely fine, surely he’d have felt something already if it had been twenty minutes.
“Do you feel… normal?”
“For Merlin’s sake, Potter! Tell me what’s happening!” Draco almost yelled at him, his voice elevated with both panic and irritation.
“Just answer the question! Do you feel any different?” Harry tried to be calming, but he wasn’t sure if it exactly worked.
Regardless, Draco looked down at the box then back up at Harry before taking a steeling breath, contemplating his words
“I don’t know- I feel… hot, I suppose?” He swallowed, putting his hand on his chest, “And my-my heart is beating too fast, I think.”
Harry put the box down on the counter, sighing a breath. “Is that because you’re panicking, or did you feel like that before I asked?”
Draco looked down, contemplating. His hands were now clenched at his sides as he flexed his fingers, trying to discern if anything different was happening with his body.
“I… I don’t know. I can’t remember. I don’t think so.” He finally answered and Harry pursed his lips at him.
He knew that once he explained it to him, he’d probably overthink himself into reacting to it regardless of if it had actually had a physical effect on him or not.
“Okay. Don’t freak out, alright?” He hesitantly picked up the box again and handed it to him, allowing him to read what it actually was that he’d unintentionally taken.
Draco exhaled sharply as he read it, his eyebrows pulling together as Harry’s concern begun to make sense.
“Aphrodisiacs?!” He asked incredulously, his voice shaking as he looked back up at him. “Why the hell do you have aphrodisiacs when you’re supposed to be on the run from a hoard or murderers?”
“They’re not mine! And we didn’t buy them or anything! George and Fred gave them to Ron and he took them without reading the box either!”
“Oh God!” Draco choked, his panic rising, “Did he die? I really feel like I’m going to die.”
“Of course he didn’t die you idiot. You’re not going to die, just- calm down. I told you not to freak out.” Harry watched as he paced the length of the kitchen, his fingers tightening around the collar of his shirt as if it was strangling him.
“I’m really hot. Aren’t you hot?” He asked, his words too rushed.
Harry held him by his shoulders, ceasing his feet from walking up and down the room again before he took his hands, prying them away from his clothes and forcing him to look at him.
“Look, you’re fine. You said you felt fine before, right? This is all just in your head. You think you’d feel like this if I hadn’t said anything?” He tried to reason with him, and thankfully Draco seemed to actually be listening.
“I suppose. I’m just- I’m really hot. And thirsty.” He swallowed after he spoke, taking his hands out of Harry’s and fanning himself with them dramatically.
His face was flushed, so Harry didn’t think he was lying about being hot, but he also didn’t think that it was a symptom of whatever concoction Fred and George had put in that product.
“It’s alright, okay? Just sit down, I’ll get you some water.” He urged him back to the kitchen counter before turning towards the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water that thankfully had been stocked some time in the past few days.
“Here.” He handed it back to him and he took it quickly, finishing most of it in only a few seconds.
“Thank you.” He breathed when he’d bought the bottle down from his lips, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand from the water that had dripped down his chin.
He sounded a bit calmer now, and Harry hoped that he’d actually listened to him.
“How do you feel now?” He was standing a few feet away from him as if he was scared that if he got too close he would freak out again.
“I don’t know. Okay, I think.”
“Maybe… maybe they just didn’t work?” Harry reasoned, hoping that this would be reassuring enough to calm him completely. He also hoped that it would be true.
“Possibly. Did Weasley not react to them?” He asked, finally looking back up at Harry without that panicked look in his eyes.
“No. Well, Hermione cast some counter-charm before we got the chance to find out.”
“Well, can’t you cast that counter-charm on me? Just to be sure?”
“I don’t know what charm she used.”
“Well why the hell not?”
“Well! I didn’t think I’d be needing it again! I thought we chucked them out!” Harry threw his hands up in exasperation at the blame somehow being shifted to him.
Draco narrowed his eyes at him a fraction, which gave Harry hope that he was unchanged by the apparent aphrodisiac he’d taken. He’d seen Draco aroused, and this definitely wasn’t it.
They stared at each other for a long moment, the way that Draco held his eyes somehow making his throat feel dry. He swallowed, attempting to push past the feeling. Thankfully, Draco looked away after a few beats and he felt the atmosphere lift instantly.
“I’m going to just… carry on.” He said, turning back towards the cupboard he had not long been filling with the boxes and packets that now laid forgotten on the counter.
“Alright. I’ll leave you to it, then.” Harry cleared his throat, attempting to brush off the interaction that he wasn’t sure even happened outside of his own head.
“No. Stay.”
Something in the tone of Draco’s voice made Harry freeze, a suppressed shiver running up his spine as he spoke. It was almost commanding.
Draco didn’t turn to him to make sure he listened, but he hesitated anyway, swallowing his breath as he leaned back on the counter. “Alright…” He almost whispered in response, his voice lost with the feeling crawling up from the depths of him.
Harry didn’t quite understand why the tone of his voice paired with his commanding words had made him react this way. He’d never been one to enjoy being told what to do, but something about the way Draco said it made him want to listen.
Did it turn him on? Or was he just listening because he was worried for him? It was different to the pleading way Draco had asked him to stay before for comfort. Because it wasn’t a question this time.
Silence stretched between them as Harry tried to make sense of this feeling currently growing in the pit of his stomach. He kind of wanted to do something so he’d speak to him in that way again. He didn’t, and instead just watched as he continued sorting boxes into cupboards.
Draco’s breathing deepened with each passing minute, but Harry didn’t really notice since it was gradual. It only got bought to his attention when he shifted onto the counter, sitting with his legs off the edge rather than kneeling on top of it.
“Are you okay?” He asked, stepping towards him, his voice laced with concern. His face was more flushed than it had been before, and it made Harry think that maybe the aphrodisiac had worked after all.
“Just… lightheaded.” Draco admitted, that commanding tinge gone with his breathlessness. Perhaps Harry had just imagined it.
“Shall we go sit down?” Harry offered, bringing his arms up to support him if he needed it.
“Yeah. Okay.” Draco agreed, sliding himself off the counter fully and supporting himself on Harry’s arms.
“Can you walk?” Harry asked, taking in his unfocused gaze and the sweatiness of his palms.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” Draco swallowed before he let go, stepping unsteadily past Harry but remaining upright, his footsteps uneven as he continued on to the lounge.
Harry followed closely behind him, being wary whenever his footsteps faltered or his breathing deepened too much. He didn’t want to crowd him, feeling as though Draco would probably get annoyed if he treated him like a child.
He watched as he stumbled into the sofa, collapsing down onto it and running his hands down his face as he sunk back into it.
“I think it’s taken effect.” He pointed out needlessly, sounding less panicked than he had been before, thankfully.
Harry sat next to him hesitantly, wondering if he’d want space or not.
No. Stay.
He swallowed as he recalled his reaction when he proposed leaving him alone last time.
“Is there anything I can do?” He asked instead quietly, watching as Draco let his hands fall into his lap and he looked back at him.
“What are you offering?” Draco whispered back to him, his eyes holding Harry’s as the suggestion in his tone settled in.
“Nothing like that.” Harry quickly clarified, knowing that’s probably not the way Draco would want to go about this. “I mean like… water? Or anything?”
Draco scoffed a breathy laugh, looking away from him “Water? Not really quite what I need.” He ran his hands through his hair as he shifted his position, looking less exhausted and maybe more stressed.
“What… What is it that you need?” Harry asked, his voice almost as low as a whisper. He swallowed nervously as Draco looked back at him, seeming to scrutinise his every feature.
“You won’t fuck me, will you?” Draco asked, making Harry’s face heat up as his expression contorted into a shocked sort of horror.
“Of course not.” He reassured him, the way he asked the question making it sound like he was worried that Harry would take advantage of the situation.
“No?” He laughed breathlessly at his assurance, not sounding very convinced. “Why not?”
Harry pursed his lips at the question, wondering if Draco really thought him so deprived that he’d take advantage of him in this state.
“Because you’re not in your right mind. I’m not a rapist.” He leaned back into the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest and sounded slightly offended by the question.
Draco nodded at him and laughed again before he went silent, dragging his hands through his hair as he wrapped his arms around himself like he was trying to hold himself together.
“What if… I asked you to?” He continued after a long stretch of silence, making Harry’s eyes shoot up to him, his mouth hanging slightly open in shock at the question.
“What?” He asked in disbelief, which Draco somehow took as Harry just not understanding the question.
“Fuck me.” He replied in a whisper, his voice shaking as he clarified his question, but it also sounded like a request in Harry’s ears.
Harry swallowed, his mouth going dry at the direction the conversation was going. They stared at each other for a long moment before he looked away, his hands tightening into his clothes.
“No.” He clarified again, but he didn’t know whether he was just reinforcing his resolve or denying Draco’s request. “I’m not going to do anything you’re going to regret once it wears off.”
He kept his eyes trained on the coffee table, worried that if he held Draco’s eyes his resolve would crumble.
“Good.” Draco responded, though it didn’t sound like he was pleased with the answer. He didn’t sound upset by it, though Harry thought he could hear a hint of disappointment in his tone.
“Why don’t we do something else? Play a game or something. Maybe it’ll take your mind off it?” Harry finally bought his eyes back up to him, swallowing his unease.
“A game?” Draco asked, his voice slightly amused. “What sort of game?”
“I don’t know… Chess?” Harry suggested, an awkwardness settling between them.
“Chess…” Draco repeated, as if he was tasting the suggestion and trying to decide how he felt about it. “Alright. Sure, let’s play.” He cleared his throat and straightened up, looking over at Harry expectantly.
Harry nodded, quickly getting to his feet and almost running out of the room to escape the tension that had begun to simmer between them.
He released a shaky breath as he approached his bedside cabinet, his hands shaking just as much as he sorted through the compact games and books on top of it. He was extremely thankful he had so many things to be able to distract himself with and hoped that it would also be enough to distract Draco’s mind too.
He picked up the small wooden box, the pieces rattling inside as he did so.
He took a steeling breath as he turned back to the lounge where he knew Draco sat waiting for him, attempting to strengthen his resolve with each step.
“Want to go first?” He asked almost awkwardly when he’d set up the game, looking up at Draco expectantly as he frowned down at it.
He knew it was stupid to sit here and play chess while he knew Draco was struggling so much, but he didn’t know what else he could do other than attempt to take his mind off it.
He knew that he’d never forgive himself if they engaged in anything that he knew Draco wouldn’t do in his right mind, not yet at least.
Draco’s hands shook as he moved his first piece, and they continued to play wordlessly. There was an unspoken tension charging between them, but Harry knew better than to address it. He knew that Draco was struggling, but he didn’t know how to help him.
“Check.” He called when he put his piece down, though it was still laced with an unease. Draco frowned down at the board, running his hand through his hair.
“I don’t want to play this, Potter.” He voiced, sounding slightly annoyed, though he still moved his next piece as he spoke.
“What do you want to play, then?”
Draco scoffed a laugh at him, his hands tightening into his clothes as he bounced his leg restlessly. “I don’t want to play anything.”
“I don’t know what else to do, Draco. I don’t know how I’m supposed to help you.” Harry admitted, abandoning the board on the table as he leaned back into the sofa.
Draco scoffed again, tightening his arms around himself and dropping his head back into the sofa behind him. “You know exactly how to help me.” He voiced bitterly, though it didn’t sound so irritated as it might have done if his voice wasn’t shaking with need.
“I don’t. I’m not going to do that, you know it’s a bad idea.” Harry argued, and Draco practically glared over at him at his rejection.
“Then don’t. You don’t have to fuck me, just… give me something.” He pleaded, though it sounded like a command at the same time.
Harry swallowed, feeling his resolve waver at that desperate look in his eyes.
“No.” He refused, “I’m not going to touch you. I don’t trust myself.” He admitted, tightening his hands into the clothes on his thighs.
“I trust you.” Draco urged, shifting next to him and making Harry’s every instinct scream at him to walk away. “Can’t we just kiss? We kiss all the time, what’s the difference in doing it now?”
Harry frowned down at his hands, considering the request despite himself.
“Just kiss? Nothing else?” He confirmed, reluctantly bringing his eyes up to Draco’s.
Draco nodded, parting his lips as he released a shaky breath, a look of desire in his eyes that almost made Harry’s resolve dissipate right there and then.
“We have to stop if it gets too much, you know that, right?”
“Fine.” Draco hastily agreed, wasting no time at Harry’s apparent agreement.
He closed the gap between them as if it was only a few inches rather than a few feet, his hands tightening into Harry’s clothes before their lips even met as he pulled himself against him.
Harry’s breath caught in his throat and he moaned in surprise as Draco’s lips were suddenly on his, his tongue already moving urgently past his lips and intertwining with his.
They’d kissed before. They’d kissed a lot, actually. But they’d never kissed like this.
Harry bought his hands up into his hair, lacing his fingers through it as he attempted to control the pace that Draco moved against him. He didn’t let him, surprisingly, and rather than allow Harry to press him back into the sofa he shifted on top of him, straddling his lap without allowing their kiss to be broken.
“Draco…” He murmured against his lips, meaning it to be a warning that this was already moving way too fast as he tightened his hold onto his hips in an attempt to still him.
“Mm.” Draco didn’t seem to hear the warning in his words, and if he did he just ignored it as he continued to move his tongue against Harry’s. He ground his hips down into him and he felt as his hardened dick pressed into his lower abdomen.
“Draco.” He voiced, more serious this time.
“What?” He almost complained into the kiss, irritated that Harry was really sticking to his reluctance.
“You’re pushing it.” Harry warned again, though he made no move to push him away.
“Shut up.” Draco responded breathlessly, not ceasing the movement on his lips as he pressed his dick against him again.
“Excuse me?” Harry asked incredulously, holding his hips in place in order to stop him from grinding into him again. He wasn’t really mad, but he had to stop this and now. He bought his hands up to his face and pulled him away gently, making Draco practically glare at him.
“God, you just never shut up, do you? Always running your fucking mouth.” Draco’s stare remained on his as he spoke, pinning him there with his harsh words. Draco’s eyes dropped down to his lips and he descended on them again as Harry’s hold on him slackened.
He kissed him roughly now, holding Harry’s head in his hands as he tilted it back and swirled his tongue with his. His hands laced into his hair and he tightened his fingers into it, making shivers run down his neck all the way to the bottom of his spine.
Harry’s hands fell uselessly onto Draco’s thighs, his entire substance being picked up and played with as Draco continued to press him back into the sofa and circle his tongue around his.
His own dick hardened instantly at the action, and he had to stop himself from practically whimpering as his breathing hitched and his heart stuttered in his chest.
Draco had never kissed him like this before. No one had ever kissed him like this before.
His mind went blank as Draco’s tongue stroked his, stoking the desire that had suddenly flared in his abdomen at being kissed so roughly. It wasn’t even like it was just a desperate kiss, he’d had Draco kiss him desperately before; this was entirely different.
Maybe he was the desperate one. Though, that was hard to come to terms with since Draco was the one under the influence of a sex drug. He didn’t really want it to stop, but he knew he had to put a stop to it. If he didn’t, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop it before it became something that he knew neither of them were ready for.
“Draco-“ He practically whimpered into the kiss, which seemed to spur him on rather than deter him.
He hummed questioningly into his mouth, making no move to cease his efforts as he ground himself down onto Harry’s now hard cock.
Harry had actually forgotten that he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, and he got lost with the feeling of Draco’s tongue as it danced with his as if fighting for dominance. It wasn’t much of a fight though, since Harry had already seemed to have lost it.
God, he wished he’d paid more attention to whatever was written on the back of that box. Was this normal?
Draco’s hands travelled from his hair down his body, his fingers skimming over the material of his shirt before they slipped under the hem of it, running his hands over the bare skin of his abdomen before they settled now on Harry’s hips.
He trailed his lips down to his jaw, trailing insistent kisses down his neck before he sucked his skin harshly, making him moan breathlessly against him.
“Can I mark you right here?” He asked commandingly into it, raking his teeth across it as if he were about to sink them into him.
“What…?” He asked breathlessly, his mind barely comprehending the words he’d just spoken before he continued.
“Just so everyone knows. Everyone should know that you belong to me.” He murmured into his skin, but he thankfully made no move to go ahead with the action before Harry answered.
At least he seemed to still have half a mind in that respect.
“Draco- We should stop. This is… It’s going too far.” He said breathlessly, his voice shaking and making the words sound like a lie.
In all honesty, he didn’t really want to stop. But he knew they should; Draco’s behaviour was far too changed for Harry to believe he’d be doing any of this if it wasn’t for his intoxication.
“Mmh. I don’t want to stop.” He murmured against his skin, but still made no move to continue. “I know you don’t, either. I can feel it.” He ground his hips down into him pointedly, proving Harry’s desire as his hard dick pressed into him from below.
They both stilled for a long moment, allowing Harry to actually collect his thoughts as Draco’s lips hovered just over his skin. He knew that if he put his lips on him again his resolve would crumble completely.
“Let’s- Let’s do something else, okay?” He whispered, backing away fractionally, as far as the sofa behind him would allow.
“Like what?” Draco allowed him the minimal distance, pulling away only slightly and looking down at him.
“What-Whatever you want. Just nothing…” Harry trailed off, his eyes being held by Draco’s as he continued to watch him with what looked like curiosity.
“As long as you don’t touch me?” Draco finished for him with a breathy laugh, seeming to collect himself minimally as his primal urge to apparently mark Harry’s skin lessened.
“Yes.” Harry agreed, breathing a sigh of relief when Draco finally pulled away from him fully; though he was still sitting in his lap.
He bought his hands up to Harry’s chest now, flattening out the material as if to iron out the creases with his fingers.
“Promise?” Draco asked, making Harry’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Whatever I want.” He confirmed, his eyes coming back up and holding Harry hostage again.
“As long as there’s a foot of space between us.” Harry countered, ensuring that whatever it was that Draco wanted to do wouldn’t cause him to snap and throw out his condition that they not indulge in these desires.
Draco seemed to ponder the condition for a while and Harry waited for his expression to flash with irritation at his further refusal, but that never came.
Draco smiled down at him now, bringing his hands away from his shirt deliberately before he climbed off him. He seemed to be exhibiting his adherence to the rules Harry had set.
This should have relaxed him, but it just set him more on edge. There was a deliberate glint in Draco’s eyes that told Harry he had some sort of plan brewing that would force him to bend the rules.
He watched as he pushed the coffee table deliberately with his foot, the wood grating against the floor as he kicked it approximately a foot away, making the chess pieces scatter off the board and some onto the floor. Then he turned and sat down on it, leaning back on his hands easily as he stared back at Harry again.
“Would you say that’s around a foot of space?” He motioned pointedly towards the space now between the coffee table and the sofa that Harry still sat on.
“More or less.” He confirmed after looking down at it, his voice still breathy as the interaction just barely lifted off him.
“Good.” Draco replied, though he didn’t do anything else. He just sat there, staring Harry down.
He straightened up, trying to ignore the throbbing of his cock as it pressed against the confines of his jeans. He watched as Draco’s eyes raked down his body, his tongue pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked back up into his stare.
“What… did you wanna do?” He finally asked, the pressure of the tension between them making him swallow uneasily as his eyes flickered away from him.
“I want to watch you.” Harry looked back up at him, his eyes filled with confusion.
“Watch me?” He breathed, his throat feeling dry as Draco nodded in confirmation, trailing his eyes down his body appreciatively again.
“Watch me do what?” He whispered, and Draco smirked at the question.
“I want to watch you get yourself off.” He tilted his head at him as he bought his leg up and over the other, resting his ankle on his knee as he leant back further on his hands.
“You-” His breath caught in his throat at the admission, understanding dawning in his expression as he looked back at him with wide eyes. “Why would you want to do that?”
Draco shrugged, letting both of his feet fall onto the ground again as he spread his legs, urging his hips up into nothing; making Harry’s eyes flicker down to the erection tenting his bottoms.
“It’d be nice to have something to look at while I do it myself.”
Holy fuck.
Harry felt like his heart had stopped altogether. He wanted to watch him get off while he got off himself? Holy shit.
Fuck.
He hated how his cock throbbed at the suggestion, begging to be acknowledged as Draco stroked himself over his clothes, breathing a sigh of relief that he somehow knew sent a shock straight to Harry’s arousal.
“What if I don’t want to do that?” He whispered, the question somehow sounding like a lie.
Draco shrugged again, exuding confidence that bordered on arrogance as he pressed his hand around himself pointedly, as if testing Harry’s stubbornness.
“Then you can just watch me, if you like.” He still had that teasing smirk on his lips as he spoke, “As long as I get to look at you while I do it.”
“What if I don’t want to?” He whispered, barely even hearing his own voice over the pounding in his ears.
Draco narrowed his eyes, flickering them down to his own hand around his cock before he looked back up at Harry.
“Then feel free to leave. I’m just going to do it anyway.” He challenged, his voice low and daring Harry to get up and leave as he’d just stubbornly insisted on.
Harry ran his tongue over his bottom lip unconsciously, pulling it between his teeth and betraying his own arousal at the scene unfolding before him.
He swallowed once he’d noticed, looking back at Draco expectantly.
Draco narrowed his eyes at him further, waiting for him to make his next move before it became evident that Harry was stubbornly waiting for him to make it first.
“You’ve got five seconds, Potter.” He warned him, tilting his head back and staring him down; waiting for him to get up and leave as he’d just indicated he would.
Rather than getting up, he just counted down the seconds in his head, the silence sounding between them like a physical being as it somehow morphed into an admission.
Of course he was going to watch him.
Draco’s smirk widened at him as he breathed a laugh; he’d obviously been counting down the seconds too.
“Yeah?” He teased, his voice raspy with a mix of amusement and arousal.
Harry just swallowed in response, his eyes flickering down to the outline of his cock beneath his hand as if encouraging him.
Draco breathed another short laugh before he shifted, lifting his hips slightly as he slowly pried the waistband of his bottoms downward, letting his cock spring free as he let out a breathy sigh, his eyes not leaving Harry’s for even a second as he surveyed his reaction.
He leaned back on his hand as the other wrapped around it, spreading his legs further to give Harry an uninterrupted view.
Harry felt like he’d forgotten how to breathe as he stroked his hand down his entire length, releasing a shaky breath that almost sounded like a moan.
His eyes flickered downwards as he stared at the action, feeling Draco’s gaze unrelenting on his expression. He bit his lip unconsciously, his own cock throbbing as desire coursed through his veins.
He felt his skin crawl as it begged to be acknowledged, his fingers twitching as he fought the urge to mirror him.
Draco continued, brushing his thumb over the tip as he touched himself as if Harry wasn’t even there. He sped his hand, his breath leaving him harshly as he bit his own lip before allowing an unrestrained groan that sounded as if it had come from somewhere deep within him.
The sound sent another shock of arousal coursing through him and he tightened his hands into his own clothes, knowing that if he didn’t, he’d give in and do exactly what Draco wanted him to.
He didn’t know why he was fighting it, it’s not like he had anything to lose. He yearned to chase the same release that Draco was currently chasing, but he felt like if he gave into it he’d be playing a losing game.
His stubbornness fought to win over his desire, but he knew even then he was fighting a losing battle.
He released a shaky breath of his own, his head swimming with the need to give in and just touch himself.
Draco’s smirk widened as he shifted, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing himself from the confines of the pressure that had been building ever since Draco had teased himself through his own.
“Spread your legs more.” Draco voiced with that same commanding tone he had in the kitchen, and Harry somehow obeyed without even thinking.
“Good.” He breathed as he did it, making Harry’s nerves tingle with further desire.
He watched as Draco’s hand sped up even more, obviously being spurred on by Harry’s display of submission.
Harry wrapped his hand around himself now, stroking himself slowly as he swallowed his nerves and released a shaky breath at the action.
Draco held his eyes, his pupils blown with arousal just as Harry suspected mirrored his own.
The air changed around them, thickening with promise and desire as they both chased their own pleasure, neither of their eyes leaving each other’s unless it was to watch what the other was doing to themselves.
“Lift your shirt for me.” Draco commanded breathlessly, his actions becoming more urgent. “Give me a better view.”
Harry swallowed before obeying, shifting his hips forward on the sofa and dragging the hem of his shirt upwards, holding it between his teeth before he looked back up at him, his hand still stroking himself; almost matching the same pace as Draco.
Draco’s breath caught in his throat as his smirk turned into a full blown grin, that confident arrogance becoming more pronounced as he did so.
Harry used to hate that look. But right now he fucking loved it.
“You too.” Harry attempted to command him back, but it came out way too shaky, almost a whine. It just sounded like he was begging.
Draco obliged, his hand only slightly faltering around his cock as he lifted his shirt up and over his head, discarding it carelessly. Harry didn’t even see where it landed.
They both fell into a silence again, the only sounds travelling between them being the shaky moans or whimpers as they watched each other push themselves towards the brink.
Harry’s breathing had become heavy and his head spun with the heavy atmosphere as he felt his release near, his thighs clenching as he felt that same pressure he’d somehow become so used to in the past few weeks.
Draco mirrored him, and now that cocky grin was no where to be seen as he clenched his jaw, obviously nearing his own release.
“Fuck, Potter.” He bit back a groan as he let his head fall back, his breathing stuttering in his chest as he fought back the climax that threatened to consume him; obviously hoping to prolong this moment for as long as he could.
He lifted his head again, watching as Harry didn’t even attempt to fight off his orgasm, and his entire body shuddered as he allowed his head to fall back into the sofa, his eyes still on Draco.
He allowed his breathing to sound between them, morphing into moans as he came in his own hands, his release spilling over his fist and onto his bare stomach.
Draco’s grin returned and he practically bared his teeth as his own release approached, following after Harry only seconds later.
Harry watched as he came over his own hands, biting his lip as his own movements slowed and the intensity of his orgasm ebbed away.
They both stared at each other as their hands slowed, wringing out the last remnants of pleasure as their desire simmered away and was replaced by tranquil silence; save for their still heavy breathing.
Harry’s hand completely stilled and he allowed himself to catch his breath; he wouldn’t have thought that he would get so breathless just sitting there and getting himself off, but he thought it was more a symptom of Draco’s eyes still holding him than anything else.
He swallowed as he watched him lean over and retrieve the t-shirt he’d not long thrown on the floor beside him. He cleaned himself up with it rather than putting it back on, wiping his hands and his abdomen with the fabric as he finally took his eyes off Harry.
Harry took his shirt off, not wanting to unnecessarily make his own clothes dirty. He could just clean himself up in the bathroom or something.
“Don’t move.” Draco commanded of him when he’d shifted, straightening up slightly.
He was somehow pinned with his words again and obeyed, sitting back into the sofa without argument as Draco continued to stare at him.
He stood now and Harry watched as he approached him, slightly on edge as the glint in his eyes suggested that whatever this was wasn’t over.
He bought the shirt he’d cleaned himself up with, doing the same with Harry as if he wouldn’t be able to do it himself.
He couldn’t deny that he kind of liked it; it was strangely arousing in it’s own way watching Draco clean off the evidence of his self pleasure after he’d just watched him come undone at his own hands.
Draco didn’t take his eyes off him the whole time, taking his hands in his and wrapping the shirt in his fingers. His eyes dropped down to his lips then back up to his eyes as he finished, having cleaned down everything except his dick; which he didn’t know whether to be glad about or not.
“Have fun?” He asked lowly, his voice hoarse with desire once again; though Harry didn’t know if it was new or lingering.
Harry swallowed and nodded up at him, his fingers twitching into the sofa as he resisted the urge to lace them through his hair and lock lips with him.
Draco seemed to have read his mind.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, and surprise flickered in Harry’s expression from the fact he was actually asking for permission before he nodded.
Draco wasted no time and dipped his head down, his hand coming up to hold his jaw as he tilted his chin up and into him, forcing his lips apart before they even met his.
Harry’s arousal returned in full force as he kissed him again in that domineering manner, tilting his head back deliberately and tightening his hold in the roots of his hair. He leant his knee on the sofa between his legs, but made no move to straddle him or press him further into it.
Harry bought his hands up, attempting to guide him onto his lap before he pulled away abruptly, looking down at Harry with that same commanding glint in his eye.
“Don’t touch.”
Harry looked up at him, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as his head spun at the desire still lingering from his kiss. “What?”
Draco smirked down at him now, clearly enjoying the way he was able to turn him into a dazed idiot.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me, remember?” He reminded him, and Harry’s expression furrowed into further confusion.
Hadn’t he wanted Harry to touch him?
“Oh-kay.” He breathed up at him, agreeing with the prospect before he was able to question the contradiction of it.
Draco smirked down at him before he dipped his head again, kissing Harry more slowly this time. He tightened his hands into fists at his sides, suppressing the urge to just pull him against him.
Every movement of his tongue and lips were practiced and precise, and Harry couldn’t believe that not even half an hour ago he was pleading with Harry to just touch him. His attitude had shifted far too much for him not to question it, but he couldn’t seem to really think a coherent thought right now.
“You want to play a game, Potter?” Draco pulled away from him deliberately now, looking down at Harry as he still held his head in his hands.
Harry thought back to the desperate bid to distract both of them from this exact outcome as he spoke, the aforementioned game of chess now having been discarded and completely forgotten about.
“Game?” He questioned breathily, looking back up at him and lifting his hands to tighten around Draco’s wrists. He didn’t know whether he was trying to ensure they stayed there or pry them off, but a thrill of excitement seemed to flash through Draco’s eyes as he did it.
“Mhm.” Draco confirmed, letting his hands fall away and taking Harry’s between them instead, stroking his thumbs down his fingers in an almost affectionate manner, though it was laced with deliberation.
“What sort of game?” He asked, swallowing as Draco continued to stare down at him expectantly.
“It’s a yes or no question. I’ll tell you the rules once you agree to play.” He pressed, though his tone was completely even, showing that Draco knew full well that Harry wasn’t going to say no.
“Okay…” He whispered hesitantly, feeling the atmosphere shift into something else entirely.
“Yes?”
“Yes.” Harry confirmed, looking up at him expectantly as anticipation trickled through his veins.
Draco breathed a laugh, dropping Harry’s hands deliberately and shifting onto his feet.
“You don’t touch me. But I can do whatever I want with you.” He started, looking down at Harry with a predatory gleam in his eye.
Harry looked up at him worriedly, his earlier reluctance returning despite how in control of himself Draco seemed to be.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything we haven’t done already. That’s fine, isn’t it?” Draco assured him at his worry flashing though his features.
Harry considered for a few moments as Draco shifted again, sinking down onto his knees with practiced movements as he surrounded him again, sliding his hands up from his abdomen to his bare chest, watching him for his reaction.
Harry swallowed, his cock stirring again as his hands stroked him deliberately, completely ignoring it as it begged to be acknowledged. Draco smirked, which told Harry he knew exactly what he was doing.
“You want to play?” Draco whispered, dipping his head down and trailing his lips across Harry’s hip teasingly, deliberately ignoring his cock as it hardened again.
He let out a shaky breath, his fingers twitching as he pushed down the urge to touch him. Would he really be able to do this?
“But I- I just came.” He defended, his voice shaking.
Draco breathed a laugh up at him, his teeth grazing skin just above his hip and making a shock of arousal shoot up his spine.
“That’s what makes it so fun for me. It’s not a very fun game if it’s easy, is it?”
It was pretty clear where this was going. Draco was going to suck him off again, something Harry had been yearning for for God knows how long. It’s not even like they were playing a game together, Draco was just playing with him; toying with him and basking in his reactions.
He swallowed as he considered, weighing the pros with the cons. The cons would be that he was apparently barred from touching him; which he couldn’t imagine refraining from if he had his lips around his cock. Then the upside would be that he actually got to feel his lips around his cock.
He’d been wanting to feel his mouth on him again since he’d done it the first time, and it had been weeks since then.
Draco was still watching him, looking up at him expectantly as he continued to kiss him everywhere except where he really wanted him. It was clearly deliberate.
“What happens if I touch you?” He asked, his voice hoarse with barely restrained need.
Draco considered the question, though that fucking smirk was still on his lips as he answered. “You’ll have to play to find out, won’t you?”
Harry’s pursed his lips, trying to force himself to focus on anything other than the feeling of Draco’s lips teasing his skin.
“Is that the only rule? I can’t touch you?” He tried to make his tone steady, but his voice shook slightly as he spoke.
Draco seemed to actually ponder the question for a moment, not just making a show of consideration like he had been doing so far.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll make up rules as I see fit.” He admitted, and Harry couldn’t deny the arousal that rose in him at the prospect.
He’d had a lot of dirty thoughts about Draco in the past few weeks, but his mind had never gone here. It was unprecedented for Harry that he get pinned down and played with, limited in his actions and not being allowed to simply chase after what he wanted.
He’d never thought that Draco would be so dominant and borderline cruel, not since they’d entered this strange relationship. Perhaps he’d finally allowed the mask to slip, his prior personality glaring through.
Harry doubted that though, this wasn’t like the old Malfoy, not by a long shot. He wasn’t being spurred by malicious intent, he was being driven by his own desire.
He hated that he fucking loved it. He didn’t understand it, but his breath hitched when he so much as thought about Draco controlling his every move, just as it had when he’d kissed him in that forceful manner.
“Okay.” Harry finally responded, swallowing his nerves as he seemingly handed control entirely over to Draco. Or maybe he’d held it for a while and he’d only just really noticed.
“It’s ‘yes’ or ‘no’.” He insisted. An unexplained surge of desire coursed though Harry at the statement and his breath caught in his throat before he answered breathlessly.
“Yes.” He managed to force himself, breathing the answer harshly and tightening his hands at his sides.
Draco smirked up at him, a look of satisfaction in his expression at Harry giving into him completely.
“Good.” He praised, making Harry’s head swim as he tried to blink the sensation away.
Draco kissed his skin more insistently now, sucking gently every so often and making Harry’s breathing deepen again as his fingernails dug into his palms so he wouldn’t reach out and guide Draco’s mouth where he wanted it.
He practically whimpered as Draco sucked harshly on his skin, right above his hip as he stared up at him, watching his every single breath.
He pulled away briefly, looking down at the deep purple mark he’d just sucked into his skin with smug delight at finally being able to mark him.
‘Everyone should know you belong to me’
“Look’s pretty, don’t you think?” Draco drawled lowly up at him and Harry swallowed the thrill that ran through him before he nodded back.
A flash of irritation passed through Draco’s eyes at the action before he spoke again, though his tone didn’t mirror it, “Yeah? You think so?” He breathed, placing a deliberate kiss over the mark before he trailed his lips somewhere else and did the same thing, most likely leaving another identical mark on his other hip.
“Yes-” Harry choked out, discerning that, based on his earlier insistence, he was looking for a verbal answer.
Draco’s eyes found him again, pinning him in place as a pleased expression crossed his features, mild surprise in his eyes that Harry had seemed to come to the conclusion without anything other than a look.
He pulled away from him again, revealing an almost identical purple mark. He still had a smirk on his lips, but it looked more excited than teasing at this point.
“You want me to touch you, Harry?” He asked, making Harry’s breath catch in his throat at the use of his first name.
“Yes.” He breathed, this time not hesitating or having to be prompted to speak.
“Yeah?” He taunted again, tracing his tongue over the mark he’d just left, “Where?”
Harry just groaned as he continued to tease him, his head falling back into the sofa as he urged his hips upward, his cock begging for attention.
“Tell me, Potter. Tell me what you want.” His hands came down his sides and gripped his hips, halting his movements as he pulled away from him and looked up at him.
“I want-” He breathed harshly, his head spinning as he looked back down at him pleadingly. He hadn’t missed the shift back to how he called his name, and he had to wonder if it was intentional. Perhaps that was his punishment for not answering Draco the first time. “Your mouth.”
“My mouth?” He asked, pointedly trailing open mouthed kisses down his stomach, deliberately putting it everywhere except where he knew Harry wanted it.
“On my cock.” He finished, his tone tinged with a whimper that made it sound like he was begging.
Draco smirked into his skin now and Harry prayed that he’d said enough to satisfy his apparent insistence on making him beg and say words he’d never really say if it wasn’t for him.
“Then what?” He pulled away, wrapping his hand around his cock and kissing the tip of it, pressing insistent kisses down his length as Harry struggled for breath. His hands shook next to him, inching towards him as an automatic response to his lips on him; trying to pull his mouth further around him.
They clenched into fists as he stopped himself, remembering the game they were playing. He guessed that Draco would torture him more with his teasing lips if he broke the rules so soon after agreeing to them.
Draco noticed, his eyes flitting to his hands before he smirked against his dick and looked back up at Harry, still waiting for his answer.
“S-suck me off.” He tried to make it sound like a request, but it came out as a gasp and made it sound like a plea, “Like you did before.” He added with a whisper once his lungs started working normally again.
Draco just stared up at him, his hand wrapped around his cock still as he kissed the underside of it tauntingly, his smirk almost falling away completely as he trailed his lips back up to the tip.
“Remember the rules, Potter.” He commanded softly before he finally took him in his mouth, and Harry was glad for the warning because if it had not been the very last thing he said; he definitely would have forgotten about this fucking game already.
He bought his hands up to his mouth instead, deciding to distract them and put them to good use at the same time as he stifled the moans that were fighting their way past his lips.
Draco’s mouth felt fucking heavenly around him, remnants of the orgasm that had not long ebbed away somehow returning and making the action feel ten times better than he remembered it.
“Hah- Fuck!” He choked out, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to pull oxygen out of the thin air.
The feeling only lasted for a few seconds, and then Draco pulled away from him again, making his hands twitch towards him automatically.
“Hands down.” He commanded, his hand still wrapped around him and stroking his cock to keep him desperate and wanting.
He obeyed without hesitation, silently praying that he’d resume his mouth without having to beg for it again.
Thankfully, he resumed as soon as Harry complied, taking him deeper into his mouth than before.
Harry’s breath left him, making him feel almost lightheaded as Draco moved his mouth around him. He couldn’t imagine how he hadn’t continued this relationship on from the first time he’d done this. How the fuck did he just go about his day after experiencing this heaven?
He mentally kicked himself for wasting so much time; he probably could’ve gotten a dozen more blowjobs if he’d just gotten over himself back then.
His nails dug into his palms again and Harry wished there was something for him to actually hold on to. He was able to use Draco himself as an anchor last time but now he was being forced to feel the full extent of what his mouth and tongue felt like.
There was nothing he could distract himself with.
It was worse because he was already oversensitive from having not long came, Draco’s relentless teasing not helping his case at all.
He focused on his breathing instead, making himself feel dizzy as he took in a sudden rush of oxygen. He couldn’t even stop himself from whimpering every other breath, Draco’s tongue moving around him deliberately.
He was being more gentle than Harry recalled last time, and he assumed that he was accounting for his oversensitivity on purpose. It would have been really fucking good if he could get his hands on him, but since he couldn’t it just made him feel even more desperate as he edged him towards another orgasm.
He finally looked down at him when he had collected himself enough, Draco’s mouth feeling less like he was going to crawl out of his skin every time he moved it around him and more like he was enjoying it and nothing else.
Draco held his eyes, having already been looking up at him to watch whenever he released a shaky moan or whimper.
Looking at him was not helping. He’d never wanted anything more than to lace his fingers through his hair and fuck his mouth.
Oh god.
He could hear his own shaky moans in his ears as Draco looked up at him determinedly, chasing more of them.
Harry wondered what he’d actually do at this point if he just touched him. The worst he could do is stop, and from the expression on his face he could tell that he didn’t actually want to stop.
He was enjoying sucking Harry off almost as much as Harry was enjoying getting sucked off by him.
Was it completely idiotic for Harry to challenge him in this state? That aphrodisiac had clearly done more than just fill Draco with arousal, it had changed his entire personality to one where he pushed Harry into begging just because he enjoyed the sound of it.
In a deliberate movement, he lifted his hand and laced it through Draco’s hair; as if he was testing his authority. Draco watched him do it and made no move to stop him, so Harry thought for a moment that maybe he had stopped playing this desperate game.
He couldn’t have been more wrong. Draco was only just getting started and seeing this display of outright defiance sent a thrill through him.
He suddenly sucked him harshly, making Harry’s hands both tighten on instinct into his hair; his other hand shooting up into it unconsciously at the action.
“Holy- fuck- Fuck!” He choked out, pulling at the roots of Draco’s hair as he tried to both pull him away and push him further at the same time.
Draco didn’t seem deterred, and he just continued his actions, taking him deeper than before and even into his throat as he swallowed his cock, the action making it tighten around him as his head spun with a desperate need to come suddenly overwhelming him.
He thought he probably would have if he hadn’t made himself finish not that long ago.
“Draco!” He whined, not even trying to suppress the pleading tone of his voice. Draco didn’t respond, didn’t stop, didn’t even slow his pace.
Harry knew that this was his punishment for having broken the rules, but he couldn’t collect himself enough to retract his hands and correct himself.
“Shit! Sorry- I’m sorry!” He whined mindlessly, and thankfully Draco took mercy on him, slowing his tongue and allowing Harry to collect his thoughts enough to retract his hands.
When he did, Draco pulled away from him completely, leaving him panting harshly as the sudden sensation was eased.
“You’re sorry?” Draco asked, his voice dripping with arousal at his desperation.
“Yes.” Harry whined back, pressing his hands into the sofa either side of him to accentuate his resolve. “I won’t do it again.”
Draco breathed a shaky laugh, looking up at him as he continued his hand up and down his cock. “You like breaking the rules?” He taunted, and Harry whimpered in response.
“No.”
“No?” He tightened his hand and stroked his thumb over his tip, making his whole body jolt as the action overwhelmed him. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“I swear-” Harry choked out, and Draco seemed to enjoy the begging in his voice.
“Let’s add a new rule, shall we?” Draco replied lowly, his hand not stopping and making Harry shudder.
Harry just whimpered back at him, regretting his earlier actions.
“Eyes on me, okay?” He ordered, his tongue flicking over the head of his cock again as if to accentuate his words. “If you disobey me again, you’ll regret it.”
“Yes-” Harry agreed with a choked gasp, keeping his eyes on him submissively as he mindlessly obeyed the new condition.
“Good.” Draco praised him, and Harry had no idea how much he liked being praised until this very moment. “You sound so pretty when you’re desperate, Potter. You know that?”
Harry’s hands tightened further at his sides, his breath coming out in harsh pants as he waited for Draco’s next move.
“If you look away from me, I promise you won’t like the punishment so much this time.” Draco warned, and Harry felt his eyes almost roll back at the promise. He kept them frontward, not even wanting to know what the repercussions for breaking this new rule might be.
“I won’t.” He whispered back, and Draco seemed satisfied enough with the desperate quality of his voice.
He pressed his tongue into his cock again, taking him into his mouth slowly and sucking him off, more gently than before; though Harry didn’t know whether this was deliberate or whether it just felt so much better in comparison to the sudden overstimulation of only thirty seconds ago.
He didn’t realise how hard it would be to keep his eyes downward. As he watched Draco suck him off, he had to continually suppress the urge to let his eyes roll back and let his head fall into the back of the sofa.
Had Draco known how difficult it would be? Had Harry been looking away from him too often up until now and just not realised?
Draco restarted the steady rhythm of his mouth on him, driving him closer to the brink of euphoria with each movement.
He let his hands grip Harry’s hips, using only his mouth on his cock as he continued.
Harry’s mind swam with nothing but desire and arousal as he watched, his breath coming in even pants as his moans diluted them.
Draco seemed pleased, and he steadily increased his pace. Harry unthinkingly let his head fall back fractionally, his eyes rolling back for only a fraction of a second before he forced his head back up and refocused them on Draco.
He could see a glint of excitement in his eyes, but he thankfully made no move to suddenly overwhelm Harry’s senses or punish him for breaking the rule.
Perhaps he was allowing him since it was only for a fraction of a second and it was a completely involuntary action.
He focused on keeping his eyes on him, the condition of having to keep his hands to himself becoming a lot easier as he finally had something else to focus on.
He could feel that familiar pressure building up again, and he urged his hips upward without taking his eyes off Draco, ensuring he didn’t break any rules as he did it.
Draco seemed to somehow smirk around him, obviously encouraging the action.
Harry breathed a harsh breath, “I’m gonna come-” his voice shook.
Draco hummed around him, and it took everything in him for Harry not to take his head in his hands and throat fuck him.
His breaths got somehow heavier as he approached his release, but right as he got to the very edge Draco pulled away from him abruptly.
Harry’s hands instinctively took his head in them in an attempt to chase his orgasm, but Draco took his hands and stilled them.
“Why-”
“You looked away.”
Draco answered his question before he’d even fully asked it, and Harry breathed a harsh sigh at the accusation. He knew it was true, because he’d silently thanked him for not punishing him when he did it.
“It was only for a second!” He complained, his pleading tone being laced with annoyance as he was denied the relief he’d been chasing after for what felt like hours.
Draco laughed up at him, a deep throaty chuckle that made the muscles in Harry’s lower abdomen tighten. He was enjoying making him plead and beg and complain.
“I told you not to break the rules, Potter.” He reminded him, and Harry rolled his eyes.
Big mistake.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asked, his voice deep and laced with excitement as he probably thought of all the ways he could punish him for it.
“No.” Harry lied, swallowing his annoyance as the worry of what he’d do now set in.
“Lying to me, too?” Draco mused, clicking his tongue against his teeth disapprovingly.
He sat up on his knees now, making Harry’s nerves tingle on end as he watched for what he would do next.
Bafflingly, he just took Harry’s head in his hands gently and pressed his lips up against his. Harry kissed him back automatically, his hands coming up and into his hair without a thought as his tongue laced with Draco’s
He could feel Draco’s erection pressing into his, bringing to the surface the orgasm that was being dangled so close within reach.
“Forgetting all the rules now are you?” He murmured against his lips, making Harry retract his hands automatically.
He couldn’t think straight.
Draco pulled away from him, holding his chin as he forced him to hold his eyes. He stroked his thumb over his bottom lip as Harry’s head spun with desire, his pupils dilated as if he’d been taking class A drugs.
“Please…” He whispered, making Draco’s lips part with a sigh at the word. He pressed one last kiss onto his lips before he wrapped his hand between them again, stroking Harry’s cock determinedly as he drove him back to the brink within seconds.
It was easier now to hold his eyes since he was on a level with him, he continued to stare up at him as his head tilted back into the cushions behind him.
His brows pressed together and his eyes fell closed as he embraced his coming orgasm, only to be met with further rejection when Draco stilled his movements right before he came once more.
“Draco!” He begged, bringing his head back up off the cushions and watching as he smirked down at him.
“I’m starting to think you really like this game, Potter.” He murmured tauntingly, making a shiver run up Harry’s spine.
“I do.” He admitted unthinkingly, practically whimpering up at him.
“Yeah?” Draco continued, an edge of surprise in his tone, “You like disobeying me?”
Harry nodded as if proving his point. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was so desperate to come but he couldn’t deny that he fucking loved the punishments that Draco was setting for him.
Draco laughed breathlessly again, getting to his feet now and tilting Harry’s chin up into another kiss. He’d retracted his hand again, making Harry whine in protest, but Draco ignored it.
He tilted his head back as he knelt onto the sofa, one of his knees between his legs and the other beside it as both of his hands held his face as he slipped his tongue past his lips; an action that Harry had become all too used to, but it still sent fresh waves of desire through him.
He managed to keep his hands at his sides this time, though it was with great effort. Draco seemed to notice and he smirked down at him when they’d finally broken apart.
“You want to come?” He asked, tilting his chin as he scrutinised his every feature. It sounded like he was going to allow him, like he was rewarding him for actually adhering to the rules.
“Yes.” He breathed, looking up at him pleadingly as he hoped he’d give it to him. He didn’t even care what he did from now on, whether it was his mouth or his hand, he just needed something.
“Beg.” Draco responded bluntly, his tone more commanding that it had been before.
Harry’s heart pounded in his ears at the command, and he felt his dick jerk at the sound of his voice. “What?” He breathed disbelievingly, his voice shaking at the question.
“Beg me.” Draco repeated, skimming his fingers along the edge of Harry’s jaw. He stroked the lobe of his ear almost tenderly before lacing his fingers into his hair and pulling on it harshly, making Harry suck air in through his teeth as the action made his cock tense; as if the action alone was enough to tip him over the edge he was teetering on.
Draco’s lips parted as he released a shaky breath, obviously enjoying the effect he was having on him, loving the control he was able exert over him when he’d spent so long without any.
“You want to come so bad? Fucking beg for it.” He spoke almost harshly, but that didn’t seem to matter to the arousal that simmered and blossomed at the words.
“Please…” He whimpered, keeping his eyes locked onto him. Draco’s hold on his hair slackened and he laced his fingers through the rest of it, dipping his head down and placing a kiss between the boundary of his neck and jaw.
“You can do better than that, can’t you?” He crooned in his ear as he wrapped his hand around his cock again gently, being careful to only apply enough pressure to make Harry even more desperate without tipping him over the edge.
Harry’s body shuddered as he pressed his thumb into the tip of it, causing him to whimper against him again. He felt like he was losing his fucking mind.
“Please. Please let me come.” He pleaded, his head spinning with nothing but his need. “I’m begging you. I can’t take it anymore, Draco please!”
Draco’s hand sped “That’s better.” He praised, sucking on that spot on Harry’s neck that made his mind go blank all at the same time.
Harry whimpered against him, and Draco no longer seemed to care about the fact that he’d bought his arms up around him, tightening them in his hair as he leant his head back into the sofa cushions and squeezed his eyes shut.
“You see what you can get when you be good and fucking listen?” Draco taunted harshly right in his ear, grazing his teeth lightly on his earlobe before he took it between his teeth.
His breath left him harshly as the feeling he’d been chasing for so long finally crashed into him, his body tensing as he came over both his and Draco’s bare bodies.
He buried his head into his shoulder as he came undone at his hands, his head spinning with the most intense orgasm of his entire life. Was it because he’d made him wait so long? Forced him to remain on the edge of relief? Whatever it was, it was so fucking worth it.
He felt Draco trailing his lips down his neck; he hadn’t even realised that he had straddled him at this point, his other hand around his own cock as he stroked it in succession.
He didn’t know if he had been getting himself off at the same time he’d been sucking Harry into oblivion, but he came undone shortly after, his own release painting Harry’s stomach and mixing with his as he continued to suck on that spot on his neck.
Harry whined against him as his hand continued to stroke him slowly, the last of his climax ceasing and making him feel far more oversensitive than even before.
Draco breathed harshly into his neck as he released him, bringing his elbow up onto the back of the sofa as he stroked himself a few more times before he finally stilled.
Harry’s head was still buried into his shoulder, his arms still tightened around him as if he’d completely lose himself if he let go.
They stayed like that for a while, both of them breathing heavy and quick until it finally slowed.
Draco pulled away from him now, looking down at him with an edge of concern before he reached over for the shirt he had used to clean them up before, wiping his hands on it.
He shifted off of Harry’s lap, sitting beside him again as he seemingly now had complete control over himself. He held the shirt out to him and he took it, his hands shaking as he cleaned up the evidence of what they’d just done off his stomach and chest.
He didn’t feel like he could even bring himself to wrap it around his dick; it’d probably drive him out of his mind.
“Holy shit. That was…” Draco breathed, running his hands through his hair as he seemed to come to his senses.
Harry swallowed, his ears heating at the impending conversation that he could feel coming. “Don’t.” He practically begged him, though his tone was more assertive than he had been able to conjure up before. It wasn’t so even though, since he’d still not fully caught his breath.
Draco breathed a laugh next to him, looking over at him with a smirk still in his features. It was obvious the drugs had worn off now; though Harry wasn’t sure if that was down to time or the amount of times he came.
If it was the latter; at least he knew that if it happens again all he had to do was make him come twice.
“Wanna go shower together?” He suggested, making Harry look at him and narrow his eyes.
“And do what?”
Draco laughed shortly, seeming amused now by his suspicion. “Calm down, Potter. I’m not going to force you to fuck me in there.” He rolled his eyes, making Harry’s eyes widen slightly at his statement.
Draco didn’t usually say things so vulgar; though maybe this was just a continuation of the drugs he’d taken.
“I could suck you off in there…” He continued, making Harry laugh now.
“You trying to kill me off?” He asked, mirroring Draco’s earlier amusement back to him.
“Come on!” He urged, getting to his feet and attempting to drag Harry up with him. “Shower with me. I promise I wont do anything.” He pressed, making Harry purse his lips.
He did definitely need to shower, and Draco probably did too.
“Nothing?” He confirmed as he got to his feet; glad for Draco’s hands still in his as he stumbled slightly, his legs feeling uneven and shaky from everything that Draco had just done to him.
“Promise.” He confirmed, and Harry narrowed his eyes up at him as he tried to search for any deceit; but he seemed to be telling the truth.
“Fine.” He conceded, resolving that he probably wouldn’t mind having Draco in there with him anyway. As long as he didn’t suddenly become overcome with the need to watch Harry come again.
Draco grinned at him, helping him up to his feet fully before steadying him and letting him go completely. His legs felt shaky, but he could walk mostly fine. Though he did feel a lot less sure without Draco’s support.
“Can you hold my hand though?” He asked once he’d taken a few steps and felt like he was going to trip over his own feet twice already.
He laughed as he obliged, taking Harry’s hand in his and allowing him to use it for support as he followed Draco into the bathroom, Draco walking backwards as he watched him the whole time; which was only mildly embarrassing.
It was annoying that Draco was so steady on his feet when they’d cum the same amount of times; but he supposed that Draco hadn’t edged and overstimulated himself in a way that made Harry literally beg for relief.
“You’re a real freak, you know that?” He asked, and Draco just grinned back at him.
“Not until like an hour ago, no.” He laughed, leading Harry into the shower and turning on the water, not even allowing it to get warm and making him gasp and stiffen under the cold water.
Draco did the same, but he found it more funny than Harry did. “I can still kiss you, right?” He asked breathlessly, and Harry narrowed his eyes at him.
“Not after you’ve just frozen me.” He replied, his body shivering as the water started to ease more into lukewarm.
Draco laughed and pulled him against him, his body feeling hot under the barely tepid water. Harry held onto him, trying to drag the warmth out of him as he continued to shiver until the water actually heated up.
Once it had, he let go, rolling his eyes at him before he allowed him a kiss; though he didn’t let go too far out of worry that he’d somehow jumpstart the drugs in his system again.
They both still had half of their clothes on, and Harry’s jeans were now soaked around his legs. He dragged them down the rest of the way and kicked them off, not caring much that he was now soaking the bathroom floor.
Draco watched him do it, seeming amused by it before he did the same.
They both washed properly from then, actually washing both of their hair too; since Harry felt like he’d sweat far too much not to.
It felt quite normal for them to shower together, after Harry had gotten over the initial embarrassment of looking Draco in the eye again after everything he’d just made him say and do; which he really hoped he wouldn’t bring up.
Harry still felt entirely too sensitive, not being made better by the hot water but feeling a lot cleaner by the time he got out of it; which made him feel slightly better.
They both left with towels around their waists, the action and sight of each other barely dressed thankfully not causing too much of a reaction from either of them; though Harry did have to force his eyes away from Draco’s bare back more than a few times as he followed behind him and into the bedroom where they both finally dressed into fresh clothes.
Harry felt far more steady on his feet now, having been showered and dressed; he felt far more refreshed, though he was still suppressing memories of what had happened between them.
“Are you alright?” Draco asked him after the silence between them had stretched on for a while, only being mildly awkward.
“I’m fine. I’m just… embarrassed. A little.” He admitted, shifting on his feet as Draco approached him again, almost pressing himself into him and tilting his chin up to meet his eyes.
“You didn’t like it?” He murmured, seeming slightly concerned of the fact.
It was like he didn’t like it, Harry realised, he just didn’t know how much he would. “No, I did.” He assured him, feeling his face heat up at the admission. It was one thing to be completely desperate in the moment and beg the way he did, but admitting that you liked it when that sensation was long gone was a whole other matter. “I just… wasn’t aware how much I would.”
Draco breathed a laugh, stroking his thumbs over Harry’s skin soothingly. “Then good. I liked it; I’d rather not have to forget about it.” He admitted, and Harry had to force himself to breathe as he continued to stroke his skin and pressed his lips into his lightly.
“Is it going to be like that all the time now?” He asked, not exactly loving that idea but not hating it either.
Draco laughed again, grinning over at him. “I really hope not. There’s only so much of that I can take before it gets tiring. I think I much prefer you taking the lead, under normal circumstances, at least.”
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that everything that just happened seemed to be down to George and Fred rather than everything else. “Me, too.”
Draco smiled at him, letting go of his face as all of the tension washed away completely.
He watched him as he walked out of the bedroom and into the lounge, following after him shortly after.