Happy Birthday alaana_fair! Fic for you! Fic - Have You Finished Yet? - H/D [NC17]
Happy Birthday alaana_fair!
Alaana was one of my very first fandom friends, and I was thinking about how to celebrate her birthday. So, I thought to myself, what does Alaana like? After much consideration, I remembered that Alaana likes PRON! And PRETTY BOYS! And HARRY and DRACO!
I know that she likes this guy....
and that he's turning into her Draco...
Well, I gotta tell you, I tried. But he just did not want to crouch in the box, and then when he did, he insisted that I put air holes in, and then the box didn't fit into the postbox, and I had to let him out into the wild.
So, my darling, in lieu of that hottie arriving in the post, I have a story inspired by that hottie... I really hope you like it...
Title: Have You Finished Yet?
Author: alovelycupoftea
Beta: lotus_lizzy tari_sue
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Length: ~3,000 words.
Summary: Draco’s teasing has unexpected consequences…
Warnings: Smut.
Disclaimer: These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“Are you finished yet, Potter?” said Draco, lying on the sofa in their living room.
“No.” Harry responded, continuing to look down at the folder on his lap.
Draco sighed, noisily. “I’m hot.”
“Open the window, then.” Harry curtly replied, continuing to write furiously.
Draco sighed, again. “I don’t want to move. I’m comfy.”
Harry continued to write.
Draco wiggled on the sofa until his t-shirt rode up. Annoyed, he grabbed the fabric and pulled it over his head, but not off his body completely. Despite him making an ‘oof’ noise, Harry still didn’t look over from where he was working in the straight-backed arm chair.
Draco didn’t take his t-shirt off fully, but kept it on his arms. Then he propped himself up on his elbow so his strong shoulders were displayed to their best advantage. Still Harry kept his eyes glued to the papers he was working on.
Draco sighed. Time to try another tactic.
“Whatcha working on?” He adopted the sing-song voice beloved by Lavender that he knew set Harry’s teeth on edge.
“Report.” Harry’s response was terse.
“Can I help?” Draco asked, his voice returning to normal.
“No.” Harry licked his finger and flicked back a few pages before nodding and starting to write again.
“Oh.” Draco bent his knees and crossed his legs at the ankle. Then he started swinging his legs from where they had been resting on the arm of the sofa up so they were pointing at the ceiling. Then he bounced them on the arm of the sofa and swung them back up. His legs made a dull thump when they connected with the sofa. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Draco watched Harry carefully. His gaze didn’t move from the page he was writing on, but his fingers tightened around his quill. Draco kept swinging his legs. He was rewarded with a hand run through Harry’s hair, so Draco decided to continue his needling “How long are you going to be?”
“Don’t know.” Harry’s hand tightened even closer round his quill.
Draco sighed and stopped swinging his legs. The movement had been making his bum bounce up and down too and his cock had been enjoying it. He pulled the hair out from his ponytail, threw the elastic on the floor and shook his head so it framed his face. Harry loved his hair down. It was longer than his jaw now, and the ends just tickled his collarbone when he lay like this. He exhaled. His cock was beginning to get hard, and it felt sensual lying on the sofa half clothed. Yet Harry continued to give all his attention to that bloody file and none of it to him.
“Do you know what I want to do?” He started to speak, his voice light and conversational.
“Mmm?” Harry murmured, still writing.
“I want to come over there, kneel between those strong thighs, peel off your boring work trousers and pull down your boxers. I wouldn’t do anything straight away, just watch as your cock fills and hardens. Just the sight of my blond head kneeling between your thighs gets you hard, doesn’t it? Once you’re hard, and the tip is that perfectly delicious dark red colour, I wouldn’t be able to resist. I’d want to just breathe on it, to tease you, but I know my tongue would dart out and I’d lick all around your beautiful cockhead.”
Draco smiled as Harry crossed his legs in his chair. He took a deep breath, and when he spoke, his voice was wobbly. “Draco, I have to write this report. Don’t tease me.”
Draco gaped. Harry loved his dirty talk. It never failed to turn his sweet tender boyfriend in to a rough dominating lover. Draco could make them leave boring parties with just a few carefully chosen words whispered in Harry’s ear. Harry said the combination of his luscious lips, his aristocratic voice and the filthy words was one of his favourite things in the world.
He pouted and dropped his voice so it was lower than usual. “I’m not teasing. I really do want to suck your cock until you come down my throat, pulling my hair and shouting my name. Then I’d keep licking until you were hard again before sitting on your lap and debauching you right there on that chair.”
Harry slammed the file closed and put it on the coffee table. He stood up, his plain woollen work trousers unable to hide the bulge. Draco smirked as his boyfriend walked over to the sofa. Maybe Harry was going to pull his trousers down and shove his cock in his filthy mouth. Or perhaps he would pull Draco up from the sofa, bend him over the arm and fuck him until his legs wouldn’t keep him up any longer. His cock had hardened fully, and lying on it was beginning to be uncomfortable.
His boyfriend stopped about a foot away from Draco.
“Sit up.”
Draco shivered. He loved it when Harry took that tone with him. He wriggled on the sofa until he was in a sitting position.
“Har…”
“Don’t speak.” Draco closed his mouth and his eyes widened.
“Put your feet flat on the floor and your hands on your knees.” Draco did as he was instructed, staring up at his boyfriend. His t-shirt was still around his arms, half on, half off.
“What…” he began.
Harry’s face hardened. “I said,” his voice became dangerously quiet, “don’t speak.”
Draco’s cock was pressing uncomfortably against his button fly. He shifted, trying to find a better position.
“Don’t. Move.”
Harry turned away and walked back to his chair. He turned it so it was facing Draco directly, and sat down. He spoke again, still using that quiet tone of voice. “Do you know why I am working at home in the evening?” Draco didn’t know if he was supposed to answer the question, but he did know he wasn’t allowed to move or speak. Harry continued “I am working at home this evening, because somebody,” he slowly looked Draco up and down, “insisted I take tomorrow and Monday off because their birthday is on the weekend and two days is just not enough time to celebrate.” Draco started to blush. When Harry stared at his hot cheeks and lifted one eyebrow, he felt the blush spread to his neck.
“Now. You will sit there, you will not move and you will not speak until I have finished my work.” Harry picked his file up, found the page he was working on and started to write.
Draco’s eyes widened as he stared at Harry. This wasn’t the plan. He loved it when Harry took over, but this, this was new and unexpected. He opened his mouth to speak. Harry looked up. “Don’t make me tie you down.”
Draco closed his mouth.
Draco's mind was racing. His palms began to feel sweaty on his knees, he wanted to wipe them. His feet were desperate to twitch. He felt an itch begin on his nose. The only movement was his ribcage moving up and down with each breath, but the more he held himself still, the more he was desperate to move. He wasn’t sure he could stay still and silent. His cock twitched as he stared at Harry, writing his report with an unruffled demeanour. His hair was tickling his collarbone, and a strand had fallen forward over his forehead. It was in the corner of his vision and it was annoying him. He wanted so much to push it behind his ear.
He took a deep breath in, planning to dislodge the bit of hair with a puff of breath. That wasn’t breaking Harry’s rules, surely?
Harry looked up at his noisy inhale. “If I have to tie you down, you won’t be allowed to come tonight. Make your choice.” His eyes were bright and, though his tone was hard, his expression was loving. Draco exhaled quietly and decided to try and ignore the bit of hair. The more he thought about how much he wanted to move, the harder it was to sit still. He decided to try and think about something else. He stared at Harry, looking at his stupid hair which never looked tidy. As he looked at his face, his beautiful face, his heart swelled with love. Although he’d never admit it to anyone other than Harry he adored that man. Focussing on his boyfriend and how much he loved it when he was dominated made it easier to follow his instructions.
His eyes drifted down to Harry’s strong hands. The tendons stood out in relief, and his knuckles were knobbly. He loved those hands. As he watched, Harry signed his report with a flourish. He deliberately straightened all his papers before closing his file and placing it down on the coffee table. It was clear he had finished his report, and the urge to move and talk disturbed Draco’s tranquillity. It was so close to being over. He couldn’t blow it now. He wanted to come that night. Soon, preferably. Harry had never denied him an orgasm, not for an entire night anyway, and a tiny part of Draco wanted him to: wanted to experience that with Harry. But not now. Not tonight. Harry tidied his quill and inkpot and sat back in his chair. He folded his arms, and stared at Draco, allowing a smile to light up his face.
Draco stared back. He was not going to lose. He was not going to move.
Harry slowly pulled his loosened tie out of his knot and threw it on the floor. One by one he undid the buttons on his shirt and untucked it from his trousers. He removed his cufflinks and carefully set them down on the coffee table. Draco recognised them as ones he’d chosen for him on their last shopping trip. Harry unbuttoned his cuffs and instead of taking his shirt off, rolled his sleeves up, showcasing his strong tanned forearms. Draco swallowed. Oh, Merlin. He loved it when Harry fucked him half-clothed.
“Stand up.”
Draco stood up, legs wobbly from being held tense for so long. He shifted his weight about, trying to be discreet.
“Take your t-shirt off.”
Draco pulled the shirt off his arms and let it drop to the floor.
“Jeans and boxers, too.”
He unbuttoned his fly and let the jeans fall down his legs. He watched Harry’s face as they fell and he realised Draco was not wearing any underwear.
“You kinky bastard!” Harry’s face was open and delighted. “Step out of your jeans.”
Draco took a step forward, keeping his body as still as he could, ignoring the urge to pounce on Harry. His cock was pink and dripping with pre-come. Harry stood up and pulled his belt out of his trousers. He wound the buckle end round his hand and flicked the free end while eyeing Draco speculatively. He looked at the belt, and then back at his boyfriend. Draco felt a shiver of fear, or maybe excitement pass through his body. They’d never used a belt before, but Harry was wielding it like he knew how to use it. He relaxed when Harry set it down on the coffee table, although he noticed it was still in easy reach. His mouth had gone a little dry.
Harry pushed his trousers and boxers almost down to his knees, then sat back down on the chair. “Come on, then. That dirty mouth promised me a blow job.”
Draco tried to walk slowly, to retain some dignity, but his bouncing quivering cock ruined the attempt somewhat. He sank down to his knees and much as he wanted to tease, to pay Harry back, to regain a little control, his desire to fill his mouth with that beautiful cock was greater.
He licked the precome leaking from the tip and then slid his mouth down as far as he could. He groaned at the sensation of finally having Harry in his mouth. His hands were still down by his sides and he didn’t know if he should move them, so he kept them still. There was something deliciously debauched about just using his mouth, Harry’s cock sliding in and out and saliva escaping. The slurping noises he was making might usually have embarrassed him, but he could focus on nothing other than feasting on the gorgeous cock in front of him. When he felt Harry’s hands pull his hair he moaned,and was answered with a rumbling groan from Harry. He allowed his head to be pulled away from Harry’s cock with a noise of disappointment.
Harry’s face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily. Draco could see a bead of sweat roll down his temple to get caught on the arm of his glasses.
“Grab on to the back of the sofa and spread your legs.”
Draco wasn’t sure it was possible for him to get any more turned on, but he did. As he walked to the sofa, he heard something whistle through the air and clunk into Harry’s hand.
Oh, he was so going to get fucked.
As he held on to the back of the sofa and stuck his arse out, he allowed himself a smile. Harry spread his cheeks and dragged slick fingers over his hole. Draco felt himself twitch in response. Harry worked one finger in, pushing in and out and then a second. He moved his fingers in circles inside him, easily stretching open his hole. Harry pulled them out, and as Draco was expecting a third finger, thrust his whole prick in.
“Fuck!” Draco felt full and stretched, with just the hint of burn. He hadn’t planned to cry out, but Harry had surprised him.
Harry didn’t move, but aimed a sharp slap on Draco’s arse. “Did I say you could speak?”
Draco tingled all over and his stomach flipped. “No,” he whispered.
“No, what?” Harry matched his first slap with one to the other cheek.
“No, Harry.” Draco was gripping the sofa so tightly that his knuckles had gone white.
“For that, you will not come until I say you can. Understand?” Draco lifted his head and turned so he could see Harry. He nodded and saw Harry smile.
Harry gripped Draco’s hips and pulled all the way out, before plunging straight back in. Draco could feel his shirt tickling him as Harry moved and imagined the debauched picture they must make, him naked, with rumpled hair and arms locked straight on the back of the sofa and Harry half clothed and sweaty, fucking him into the furniture.
Harry pushed on Draco’s hips with his hands, forcing him to tilt them down. The change in angle meant he hit his prostate with every relentless stroke, and Draco bit his lip to keep from crying out. Screwing his eyes shut, he concentrated desperately on not coming. He was so turned on, by the delicious rough fucking, by Harry’s dominance, and by his own submission that he wanted so much to let go. He realised why Harry hadn’t bent him over the sofa - the slightest touch on his cock and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from coming.
He whimpered.
Harry did not stop or slow his pace, but he did run a soothing hand up and down Draco’s spine. “It’ll be so good, Draco, just hold on. I’ll make it so good.”
Draco nodded and felt a tear leak out of his scrunched up eyes. Until Harry, he hadn’t known that tenderness and filthy sex could work together. He tried to even out his breathing, but he couldn’t stop a little whine escaping with each exhale.
Harry swore under his breath and his hips moved even faster. With a shouted “Draco!” he emptied himself inside Draco and slumped over his boyfriend’s back. After a few seconds, he placed a line of kisses across Draco’s back and Draco squirmed. When Harry reached round and firmly tugged on his cock at the same time as whispering “come” in Draco’s ear, Draco came harder than he could remember coming before.
He felt as if all the strength in his body had just been sprayed out his cock. Harry gently gathered him up, and supported him round onto the sofa, pulling him down onto his lap. Draco nuzzled his face into Harry’s chest, feeling boneless and clingy and almost like he was going to cry. He sniffed, trying to pull himself together and Harry stroked his hair and his back, all the while whispering ‘I love you’s into his ear.
Draco kissed Harry’s chest where his face was pressed against it. He felt like he wanted to climb inside Harry’s skin, to get even closer to this wonderful man. “I love you” Draco mumbled and let himself slide into a shagged out doze.
fin
Alaana was one of my very first fandom friends, and I was thinking about how to celebrate her birthday. So, I thought to myself, what does Alaana like? After much consideration, I remembered that Alaana likes PRON! And PRETTY BOYS! And HARRY and DRACO!
I know that she likes this guy....
and that he's turning into her Draco...
Well, I gotta tell you, I tried. But he just did not want to crouch in the box, and then when he did, he insisted that I put air holes in, and then the box didn't fit into the postbox, and I had to let him out into the wild.
So, my darling, in lieu of that hottie arriving in the post, I have a story inspired by that hottie... I really hope you like it...
Title: Have You Finished Yet?
Author: alovelycupoftea
Beta: lotus_lizzy tari_sue
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Length: ~3,000 words.
Summary: Draco’s teasing has unexpected consequences…
Warnings: Smut.
Disclaimer: These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“Are you finished yet, Potter?” said Draco, lying on the sofa in their living room.
“No.” Harry responded, continuing to look down at the folder on his lap.
Draco sighed, noisily. “I’m hot.”
“Open the window, then.” Harry curtly replied, continuing to write furiously.
Draco sighed, again. “I don’t want to move. I’m comfy.”
Harry continued to write.
Draco wiggled on the sofa until his t-shirt rode up. Annoyed, he grabbed the fabric and pulled it over his head, but not off his body completely. Despite him making an ‘oof’ noise, Harry still didn’t look over from where he was working in the straight-backed arm chair.
Draco didn’t take his t-shirt off fully, but kept it on his arms. Then he propped himself up on his elbow so his strong shoulders were displayed to their best advantage. Still Harry kept his eyes glued to the papers he was working on.
Draco sighed. Time to try another tactic.
“Whatcha working on?” He adopted the sing-song voice beloved by Lavender that he knew set Harry’s teeth on edge.
“Report.” Harry’s response was terse.
“Can I help?” Draco asked, his voice returning to normal.
“No.” Harry licked his finger and flicked back a few pages before nodding and starting to write again.
“Oh.” Draco bent his knees and crossed his legs at the ankle. Then he started swinging his legs from where they had been resting on the arm of the sofa up so they were pointing at the ceiling. Then he bounced them on the arm of the sofa and swung them back up. His legs made a dull thump when they connected with the sofa. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Draco watched Harry carefully. His gaze didn’t move from the page he was writing on, but his fingers tightened around his quill. Draco kept swinging his legs. He was rewarded with a hand run through Harry’s hair, so Draco decided to continue his needling “How long are you going to be?”
“Don’t know.” Harry’s hand tightened even closer round his quill.
Draco sighed and stopped swinging his legs. The movement had been making his bum bounce up and down too and his cock had been enjoying it. He pulled the hair out from his ponytail, threw the elastic on the floor and shook his head so it framed his face. Harry loved his hair down. It was longer than his jaw now, and the ends just tickled his collarbone when he lay like this. He exhaled. His cock was beginning to get hard, and it felt sensual lying on the sofa half clothed. Yet Harry continued to give all his attention to that bloody file and none of it to him.
“Do you know what I want to do?” He started to speak, his voice light and conversational.
“Mmm?” Harry murmured, still writing.
“I want to come over there, kneel between those strong thighs, peel off your boring work trousers and pull down your boxers. I wouldn’t do anything straight away, just watch as your cock fills and hardens. Just the sight of my blond head kneeling between your thighs gets you hard, doesn’t it? Once you’re hard, and the tip is that perfectly delicious dark red colour, I wouldn’t be able to resist. I’d want to just breathe on it, to tease you, but I know my tongue would dart out and I’d lick all around your beautiful cockhead.”
Draco smiled as Harry crossed his legs in his chair. He took a deep breath, and when he spoke, his voice was wobbly. “Draco, I have to write this report. Don’t tease me.”
Draco gaped. Harry loved his dirty talk. It never failed to turn his sweet tender boyfriend in to a rough dominating lover. Draco could make them leave boring parties with just a few carefully chosen words whispered in Harry’s ear. Harry said the combination of his luscious lips, his aristocratic voice and the filthy words was one of his favourite things in the world.
He pouted and dropped his voice so it was lower than usual. “I’m not teasing. I really do want to suck your cock until you come down my throat, pulling my hair and shouting my name. Then I’d keep licking until you were hard again before sitting on your lap and debauching you right there on that chair.”
Harry slammed the file closed and put it on the coffee table. He stood up, his plain woollen work trousers unable to hide the bulge. Draco smirked as his boyfriend walked over to the sofa. Maybe Harry was going to pull his trousers down and shove his cock in his filthy mouth. Or perhaps he would pull Draco up from the sofa, bend him over the arm and fuck him until his legs wouldn’t keep him up any longer. His cock had hardened fully, and lying on it was beginning to be uncomfortable.
His boyfriend stopped about a foot away from Draco.
“Sit up.”
Draco shivered. He loved it when Harry took that tone with him. He wriggled on the sofa until he was in a sitting position.
“Har…”
“Don’t speak.” Draco closed his mouth and his eyes widened.
“Put your feet flat on the floor and your hands on your knees.” Draco did as he was instructed, staring up at his boyfriend. His t-shirt was still around his arms, half on, half off.
“What…” he began.
Harry’s face hardened. “I said,” his voice became dangerously quiet, “don’t speak.”
Draco’s cock was pressing uncomfortably against his button fly. He shifted, trying to find a better position.
“Don’t. Move.”
Harry turned away and walked back to his chair. He turned it so it was facing Draco directly, and sat down. He spoke again, still using that quiet tone of voice. “Do you know why I am working at home in the evening?” Draco didn’t know if he was supposed to answer the question, but he did know he wasn’t allowed to move or speak. Harry continued “I am working at home this evening, because somebody,” he slowly looked Draco up and down, “insisted I take tomorrow and Monday off because their birthday is on the weekend and two days is just not enough time to celebrate.” Draco started to blush. When Harry stared at his hot cheeks and lifted one eyebrow, he felt the blush spread to his neck.
“Now. You will sit there, you will not move and you will not speak until I have finished my work.” Harry picked his file up, found the page he was working on and started to write.
Draco’s eyes widened as he stared at Harry. This wasn’t the plan. He loved it when Harry took over, but this, this was new and unexpected. He opened his mouth to speak. Harry looked up. “Don’t make me tie you down.”
Draco closed his mouth.
Draco's mind was racing. His palms began to feel sweaty on his knees, he wanted to wipe them. His feet were desperate to twitch. He felt an itch begin on his nose. The only movement was his ribcage moving up and down with each breath, but the more he held himself still, the more he was desperate to move. He wasn’t sure he could stay still and silent. His cock twitched as he stared at Harry, writing his report with an unruffled demeanour. His hair was tickling his collarbone, and a strand had fallen forward over his forehead. It was in the corner of his vision and it was annoying him. He wanted so much to push it behind his ear.
He took a deep breath in, planning to dislodge the bit of hair with a puff of breath. That wasn’t breaking Harry’s rules, surely?
Harry looked up at his noisy inhale. “If I have to tie you down, you won’t be allowed to come tonight. Make your choice.” His eyes were bright and, though his tone was hard, his expression was loving. Draco exhaled quietly and decided to try and ignore the bit of hair. The more he thought about how much he wanted to move, the harder it was to sit still. He decided to try and think about something else. He stared at Harry, looking at his stupid hair which never looked tidy. As he looked at his face, his beautiful face, his heart swelled with love. Although he’d never admit it to anyone other than Harry he adored that man. Focussing on his boyfriend and how much he loved it when he was dominated made it easier to follow his instructions.
His eyes drifted down to Harry’s strong hands. The tendons stood out in relief, and his knuckles were knobbly. He loved those hands. As he watched, Harry signed his report with a flourish. He deliberately straightened all his papers before closing his file and placing it down on the coffee table. It was clear he had finished his report, and the urge to move and talk disturbed Draco’s tranquillity. It was so close to being over. He couldn’t blow it now. He wanted to come that night. Soon, preferably. Harry had never denied him an orgasm, not for an entire night anyway, and a tiny part of Draco wanted him to: wanted to experience that with Harry. But not now. Not tonight. Harry tidied his quill and inkpot and sat back in his chair. He folded his arms, and stared at Draco, allowing a smile to light up his face.
Draco stared back. He was not going to lose. He was not going to move.
Harry slowly pulled his loosened tie out of his knot and threw it on the floor. One by one he undid the buttons on his shirt and untucked it from his trousers. He removed his cufflinks and carefully set them down on the coffee table. Draco recognised them as ones he’d chosen for him on their last shopping trip. Harry unbuttoned his cuffs and instead of taking his shirt off, rolled his sleeves up, showcasing his strong tanned forearms. Draco swallowed. Oh, Merlin. He loved it when Harry fucked him half-clothed.
“Stand up.”
Draco stood up, legs wobbly from being held tense for so long. He shifted his weight about, trying to be discreet.
“Take your t-shirt off.”
Draco pulled the shirt off his arms and let it drop to the floor.
“Jeans and boxers, too.”
He unbuttoned his fly and let the jeans fall down his legs. He watched Harry’s face as they fell and he realised Draco was not wearing any underwear.
“You kinky bastard!” Harry’s face was open and delighted. “Step out of your jeans.”
Draco took a step forward, keeping his body as still as he could, ignoring the urge to pounce on Harry. His cock was pink and dripping with pre-come. Harry stood up and pulled his belt out of his trousers. He wound the buckle end round his hand and flicked the free end while eyeing Draco speculatively. He looked at the belt, and then back at his boyfriend. Draco felt a shiver of fear, or maybe excitement pass through his body. They’d never used a belt before, but Harry was wielding it like he knew how to use it. He relaxed when Harry set it down on the coffee table, although he noticed it was still in easy reach. His mouth had gone a little dry.
Harry pushed his trousers and boxers almost down to his knees, then sat back down on the chair. “Come on, then. That dirty mouth promised me a blow job.”
Draco tried to walk slowly, to retain some dignity, but his bouncing quivering cock ruined the attempt somewhat. He sank down to his knees and much as he wanted to tease, to pay Harry back, to regain a little control, his desire to fill his mouth with that beautiful cock was greater.
He licked the precome leaking from the tip and then slid his mouth down as far as he could. He groaned at the sensation of finally having Harry in his mouth. His hands were still down by his sides and he didn’t know if he should move them, so he kept them still. There was something deliciously debauched about just using his mouth, Harry’s cock sliding in and out and saliva escaping. The slurping noises he was making might usually have embarrassed him, but he could focus on nothing other than feasting on the gorgeous cock in front of him. When he felt Harry’s hands pull his hair he moaned,and was answered with a rumbling groan from Harry. He allowed his head to be pulled away from Harry’s cock with a noise of disappointment.
Harry’s face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily. Draco could see a bead of sweat roll down his temple to get caught on the arm of his glasses.
“Grab on to the back of the sofa and spread your legs.”
Draco wasn’t sure it was possible for him to get any more turned on, but he did. As he walked to the sofa, he heard something whistle through the air and clunk into Harry’s hand.
Oh, he was so going to get fucked.
As he held on to the back of the sofa and stuck his arse out, he allowed himself a smile. Harry spread his cheeks and dragged slick fingers over his hole. Draco felt himself twitch in response. Harry worked one finger in, pushing in and out and then a second. He moved his fingers in circles inside him, easily stretching open his hole. Harry pulled them out, and as Draco was expecting a third finger, thrust his whole prick in.
“Fuck!” Draco felt full and stretched, with just the hint of burn. He hadn’t planned to cry out, but Harry had surprised him.
Harry didn’t move, but aimed a sharp slap on Draco’s arse. “Did I say you could speak?”
Draco tingled all over and his stomach flipped. “No,” he whispered.
“No, what?” Harry matched his first slap with one to the other cheek.
“No, Harry.” Draco was gripping the sofa so tightly that his knuckles had gone white.
“For that, you will not come until I say you can. Understand?” Draco lifted his head and turned so he could see Harry. He nodded and saw Harry smile.
Harry gripped Draco’s hips and pulled all the way out, before plunging straight back in. Draco could feel his shirt tickling him as Harry moved and imagined the debauched picture they must make, him naked, with rumpled hair and arms locked straight on the back of the sofa and Harry half clothed and sweaty, fucking him into the furniture.
Harry pushed on Draco’s hips with his hands, forcing him to tilt them down. The change in angle meant he hit his prostate with every relentless stroke, and Draco bit his lip to keep from crying out. Screwing his eyes shut, he concentrated desperately on not coming. He was so turned on, by the delicious rough fucking, by Harry’s dominance, and by his own submission that he wanted so much to let go. He realised why Harry hadn’t bent him over the sofa - the slightest touch on his cock and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from coming.
He whimpered.
Harry did not stop or slow his pace, but he did run a soothing hand up and down Draco’s spine. “It’ll be so good, Draco, just hold on. I’ll make it so good.”
Draco nodded and felt a tear leak out of his scrunched up eyes. Until Harry, he hadn’t known that tenderness and filthy sex could work together. He tried to even out his breathing, but he couldn’t stop a little whine escaping with each exhale.
Harry swore under his breath and his hips moved even faster. With a shouted “Draco!” he emptied himself inside Draco and slumped over his boyfriend’s back. After a few seconds, he placed a line of kisses across Draco’s back and Draco squirmed. When Harry reached round and firmly tugged on his cock at the same time as whispering “come” in Draco’s ear, Draco came harder than he could remember coming before.
He felt as if all the strength in his body had just been sprayed out his cock. Harry gently gathered him up, and supported him round onto the sofa, pulling him down onto his lap. Draco nuzzled his face into Harry’s chest, feeling boneless and clingy and almost like he was going to cry. He sniffed, trying to pull himself together and Harry stroked his hair and his back, all the while whispering ‘I love you’s into his ear.
Draco kissed Harry’s chest where his face was pressed against it. He felt like he wanted to climb inside Harry’s skin, to get even closer to this wonderful man. “I love you” Draco mumbled and let himself slide into a shagged out doze.
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