Smutmas fic: Open Surrender, H/D, NC-17

[anise_anise]

Title: Open Surrender
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Warnings: Explicit sex, rimming
Author's notes: Written as a merry_smutmas gift for ou_topos.
Thanks go out to mooncharm and sarvihaara for the betas.


Harry stretched in his sleep and sighed at the feel of the cool night air kissing his sleep-warmed skin. A soft pair of lips descended on his belly and he smiled. What a wonderful dream. He felt silky strands of hair brushing against his navel and he arched up involuntarily to get more of that sweet mouth. He gasped out loud when a hot tongue flickered against his hipbone only to hear muffled laughter followed by a very soft shushing sound. He sighed and settled against the pillows languidly, letting his hands come up to run through unnaturally soft hair and cup the back of his lover’s head. This was really a most vivid dream. He hadn’t even gotten the thought processed before liquid heat began to devour him at his core. His eyes snapped open and he was greeted with the sight of the Gryffindor lion gazing down on him from the canopy of his four poster bed. His sleep-fogged mind quickly registered the fact that although he was pretty sure he was awake, the delightful sensations in his groin had not only continued but were building exponentially in intensity with every passing second.

Oh, my God.

He tightened his grip on that satiny hair and pulled. His lover appeared before him suddenly and he nearly moaned at the feel of smooth, warm skin sliding across his own.

"Finally decided to wake up, hmmm, sleeping beauty?" Draco whispered softy against the shell of his ear.

Harry’s brain, although not up to par, was able to function much better now that the suction and wetness had been removed from his straining erection.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Malfoy?" he breathed, the seriousness of the situation finally hitting home. "The others could have woken up!"

"Mmmmm. But they haven’t woken up," Draco commented quietly as he licked a swath up Harry’s jaw. "Yet." He reached between Harry’s slightly spread legs and fondled his sac before reaching back to tease the tender skin just beyond. "Whether they will or not is up to you."

"What are you…?" Harry stopped short as he took in his surroundings. Panic-strickened, he strained against Draco as he took in the sight of the other beds. "Close the fucking curtains!" he hissed.

"Oh no. I think I want to fuck you just like this," Draco leered. "Let’s see just how quiet you can be."

To Harry’s horror, Draco had not only secured his own bed hangings to their posts but the hangings on the four other beds in the dorm were tied back as well. Harry could see the other occupants of the room, still lumps beneath their covers, and felt an even stronger surge of panic. Even though he logically knew that this was an extraordinarily Bad Idea, his groin tightened further under the possibility of exposure to his dorm mates. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Harry groaned as Draco thrust against him and his traitorous hips moved back against his blond lover. He moved upward in an attempt to dislodge Draco only to find that he was pinned. He knew that if he fought he would make too much noise and it wouldn’t look good to be found in his bed naked with Draco Malfoy. Not to mention the fact that at this point his body really didn’t want to fight.

"Draco, please stop this," Harry breathed. He watched wide-eyed as Draco shook his head and stopped fondling Harry’s perineum to bring his long fingers up to that gorgeous smirk.

"Oh, so it’s Draco now," he whispered, the smirk growing larger. "Usually I don’t get that until you’re coming in my hand." Draco inserted his index finger between his lips and made a show of sucking and licking it. "I’ll have to remember that," he said softly. He pulled his finger out of his mouth and shifted in between Harry’s legs so that he could reach back down between them. Draco fingered his opening tenderly, the saliva cooling rapidly in the night air, slick and wet. He pushed just the tip of his finger into Harry’s body and Harry gasped.

"Shhhh," Draco breathed against his ear. "Oh, Merlin. You are so fucking tight. I can’t wait to get in you. You feel like a virgin, like you did the first time I fucked you. You haven’t loosened up at all."

Harry felt his face flush deeply and he squeezed his eyes shut tight against the sight of the boy above him. He felt more than heard Draco’s chuckle and then that finger, feeling so much larger than it was, began moving in circles, pushing at the rim of his anus, stretching him, opening him. Harry’s legs spread wider of their own accord and Harry blushed even more.

"Oh, yes. You want this," Draco whispered.

Harry shook his head violently and pressed his arse down onto Draco’s hand.

Draco gave him a lascivious smile. "Such a little whore. And to think that I talked you into spreading those gorgeous thighs for me for the first time only a month ago." Grey eyes glittered down at him as Draco continued to stretch him, his hips thrusting softly against Harry’s. Harry felt wetness streak across his hip from the tip of Draco’s leaking erection.

"Oh, no," Harry breathed. "Not here."

Draco smirked and pushed his finger in fully, rubbing relentlessly over Harry’s prostate. Harry sucked in a deep breath, biting his lip as his cock pulsed and precome spurted and dribbled onto his belly.

"Yes, here," Draco hissed. "I want to fuck you here. Naked, raw, and completely silent."

He leaned down and pressed his soft, full lips against Harry’s, taking his mouth in a firm kiss. Draco pulled back, smirking more, just as Harry opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. They looked into each other’s eyes, green on grey, before Draco slithered down further, dragging his hard body over Harry’s swollen flesh, as he licked and sucked at his neck, his chest, his nipples.

Harry was panting hard, trying to stay in control, eyes fixed on the canopy as Draco worked his way down his body. The maddening finger fucking continued through it all, in, out, around, making his limbs shake and his heart pound.

He lifted his head and watched breathlessly as Draco licked his hips, his navel, snuffling against his pubic hair, breathing him in deeply. Draco shifted and settled between his thighs, lifting them each carefully off of the bed and placing them over his shoulders. Harry held his breath as Draco lowered his head, his pink tongue peeking out to lap softly at the base of his tortured cock.

"Fuck," Harry whimpered; his neck strained from holding his head up to watch.

Draco winked at him cheekily and moved down further, licking his balls over and over. He writhed as Draco mouthed his sac, moist lips dancing over the wrinkled flesh. The tongue licked lower still, right behind his balls, slicking across his perineum again and again, boldly sliding over his crevice. Draco’s dexterous fingers slipped against his arse cheeks, pushing them gently apart, and Harry felt him shift even lower, hot, damp, breath brushing against his hole. He couldn’t be... He wouldn’t. It wasn’t done.

"No!" Harry gasped, the muscles in his thighs going taut.

Ron snorted and rolled over in his sleep. Harry held his breath, his head turning automatically toward the sound in the next bed. He’d stop now, he’d have to, because this was insane, and Draco would see it now. Harry was so focused on staring at Ron’s still-closed eyelids through the moonlight haze that Draco had nuzzled his way in between Harry’s cheeks before he had time to protest further.

Hot. Wet. Slick. Soft. Fuck. Draco’s tongue skated over his hole and up his crevice, before coming back to gently probe at his opening. Harry reached down in a half-hearted attempt to push Draco’s head away. His fingers slid easily through the fine, flaxen strands of hair that were brushing softly against his inner thighs. Draco’s forehead was pressing against his balls and Harry shuddered as Draco’s lips teased at the edge of his hole and his tongue continued to press lightly at the center-- small, dainty licks against his pucker, slicking around and over, again and again. Draco’s face was cool against his fevered flesh and Harry closed his eyes and just felt.

Somewhere in the midst of those lips and that tongue stimulating nerves that he didn’t even realize he had, his traitorous hands had stopped pushing Draco away. Not that it had done any good to begin with. Not that he’d really tried. Harry left one hand on Draco’s head and brought his other arm up to cover his flaming face. He could feel the heat in his skin radiating off onto his forearm as Draco continued to lick and suck and tease until he thought he would scream.

Oh, God. Draco was pushing his tongue in carefully. Harry felt his protesting pucker give way to the clever muscle as it wormed its way inside, stretching him open, pushing him apart so very gently. Draco pushed in deeper and sealed his lips around the wrinkled skin, sucking firmly. Fuck.

Harry’s fingers twined in Draco’s hair, cupping the back of his head as he fucked into him with sharp stabs of his tongue. Oh, it felt so fucking good. How could something so filthy feel so goddamned good? Harry’s body slowly relaxed, his legs shifting open, his calves resting on Draco’s back. He was drawing shallow breaths, panting, his head relaxed back into the pillows. What if Ron woke up now? The picture he must make, lying helpless on the bed, legs spread, with Draco’s face buried against his arse, eating him.

He’s eating me out. The thought was so dirty, so wrong, so fucking hot, that Harry felt his balls draw up tight against his body.

I’m going to come like this. I’m going to come on his tongue.

"Oh, my God," Harry moaned, unable to stop. He was hovering on the edge, unable to fall, his body trembling with need and want and oh fuck he wasn’t going to get through this. He shifted his arm, bringing his hand up to his face so that he could bite down on his palm to keep from crying out. It was the softest, sweetest, most intense feeling. Harry found himself shamelessly flexing his thighs, pressing his arse against that busy tongue, as he used his hand to grind Draco’s face further into his cleft. How did it come to this?

Closer, closer. Draco fucked him harder, sliding his tongue in and out of the receptive opening, faster and faster, bringing him higher with every thrust, every lick, every suck. Harry felt as if all the living cells in his body had cumulated in his balls and cock and in the seemingly endless expanse of nerves in his arse hole. Draco’s soft lips moved against him and Harry’s prick dribbled more precome into the slowly growing pool of fluid in his navel. He felt his sac draw up more, his cock twitching, and his arse began to spasm involuntarily. Oh, God, oh, yes, a bit more, just a bit more, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…

Draco pulled back suddenly and in the next instant was upon him, bearing down hard with his body, pushing him into the bed. Pale slender hands grasped his own, twining their fingers together, and pressed his hands into the pillow on either side of his untidy mop of hair. Mouths open, gasping silently into one another, eyes locked, Harry had never wanted anything as much as he wanted Draco to crawl inside of him right now. Consequences be damned.

"Spread your legs more," Draco commanded quietly.

Harry obeyed without thought; bending his knees and pressing his feet flat against the bed, he canted his hips up without being told.

"Good boy," Draco purred and licked Harry’s lips over and over, tasting him, wetting him, making him want and need and fuck. Harry felt the blunt tip of Draco’s cock nudge up against his opening and he pushed back against it, wanting it, needing it.

"In me," he breathed desperately. "Get it in me."

Draco breached him slowly, his cock stretching the loosened opening as he pressed more and more of his length inside. He could taste himself, bitter and salty on Draco’s tongue, and he moaned softly. Harry was a trembling mass of exposed nerves, his mouth open and needy as Draco fucked into him. It burned and ached as Draco pressed more of himself inside, the saliva not enough to facilitate an easy entry. They had only done this a handful of times and Harry had always been nervous, even with copious amounts of lubrication. But now, getting fucked in his own bed, with his roommates only a few feet away, Harry wasn’t nervous at all. The pain didn’t bother him; he only concentrated on the full, raw sensation of Draco’s velvety cock as it burrowed inside of him relentlessly.

He spread his legs wider, his knees touching the bed on either side of him, and weakly batted his tongue against Draco’s, wanting as many parts of him inside as possible. A final push and Draco’s hipbones rubbed up against his inner thighs, his lightly haired balls tickling against Harry’s cleft.

Harry felt so full, so wonderful, so fucking happy that he wanted to cry. They were touching everywhere, warm, soft skin sliding together, fingers grasping and stroking one another, and Harry sighed.

"All right?" Draco asked quietly, his eyes glittering in the moonlight.

"Fuck me," Harry whispered, feeling his face flush once again. He never got carried away like this.

Draco kissed him, smiling against his lips, a smile that Harry readily returned. Harry’s eyes fluttered and almost rolled back in his head at the first agonizingly slow withdrawal. It felt like forever, a lazy slide backward, pulling at his inner flesh, before Draco’s hips flexed again and his gorgeous cock was once more easing its way inside, parting Harry’s insides, going deep, deeper. Nothing should feel so good.

Draco lay flush against his body as he fucked him gently, slowly. Harry felt Draco’s muscles tremble atop him, trying desperately to keep the comfortable pace.

"Look at him, Harry," Draco muttered, nodding toward the next bed over.

Harry turned his head to look. Draco lay his cheek along side his as they both gazed across the room to Ron’s bed.

"One sound is all it would take Harry, and he would open his eyes and see you spread open beneath me, taking it, loving it." He never once let up on the slow soft movements of his hips.

Harry’s head was spinning and he felt weightless as he lay there, his fingers clenched tightly with Draco’s. Long, slow, fluid motions of Draco’s hips brought their bodies together repeatedly. On each inward push Draco’s stomach flattened and rubbed lightly against Harry’s swollen cock. He felt himself getting close again, oh God, it wasn’t going to take much. He hadn’t even known it was possible to come without touching yourself. Lying here, open and vulnerable, staring at Ron’s freckled, slumbering face, he knew that it was not only possible, but also inevitable.

Slow. Slow. Slow. In and out, pushing and pulling, muscles meshed and flexed and shuddered, sweat drenched hair and saliva slicked lips, hands tugging and squeezing… It was too much.

"Close," Harry gasped, feeling his arse tighten around Draco’s cock.

"Good," Draco breathed, his voice breaking. "Kiss me," he commanded hoarsely.

Harry obeyed.

On the edge, mouths open and desperate, tongues thrashed roughly as the slow fucking continued. There, there, there, almost, don’t stop, give it, yes, yes, so deep, so soft, oh God, ohfuckyeshewascoming…

Harry made a noise in his throat as his orgasm exploded out of him. He held his legs open and humped helplessly against Draco. Wet ropes of semen spurted between them; his arse hole clenched hard, repeatedly, as his cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting more hot spunk onto their sweat slicked skin. Each gentle thrust wrung another spasm from his body, his mind, making his vision grey at the edges and his breathing hitch. He was glad that Draco’s mouth was covering his, because all he wanted to do was scream and scream and scream until everyone in the whole tower knew that he was being fucked, knew that Draco owned him.

Draco rolled his hips, pushing into him, drawing out his orgasm. Harry could feel his cock inside, delving deep, poking and prodding, stimulating his prostate until he thought he’d faint. Draco stiffened against him and trembled, the smooth motions of his pelvis becoming jerky, his fingers digging into Harry’s. He pushed in as far as he could and Harry felt him come deep inside, filling him, slicking up into him. Draco moaned into his mouth and Harry swallowed the sound greedily. He felt Draco’s prick sputter inside him, throbbing and pounding in tandem with his heart. It felt almost as good as coming himself.

They melted together, a hot, slick mass of boy-flesh, twined and twisted, their bodies heaving and glistening in the light of the pale winter moon. Kisses passed back and forth between them lazily, lips brushing softly, tongues rubbing sweetly. Finally, after an endless amount of touching and tasting, Harry untangled himself and shifted, reaching for his wand on the bedside table. A few whispered spells had the bed hangings falling shut and a silencing spell surrounding them. He lit the tip of his wand and turned to face his lover.

"I can’t believe you did that."

Draco smirked and rolled onto his back, his arms going up to tuck behind his head, displaying his body shamelessly. Semen glistened on his taut belly. Harry had an overwhelming urge to lick it off.

"You really are much less inhibited than I’d thought," Draco drawled smugly. "I think I like it."

Harry would never admit it in a million years, but he liked it as well. He shook his head and sighed, reaching out to run a fingertip over Draco’s thigh.

"It was quite a surprise," he said softly. He lifted his eyes to meet Draco’s. "We could have been caught."

Draco stared him down easily. "I know," he said seriously. "Would it matter to you if we were?"

Harry gaped at him.

"You… I… but…"

"Eloquent," Draco said teasingly.

Harry shook his head again. "You didn’t want anyone to know. It was you, not me, who decided to keep it quiet. And now you’re acting like it’s no big deal?" Harry was confused and irritated and to be honest, more than a bit hopeful.

"Well," said Draco, cutting his eyes to the side. "I’ve been thinking. It wouldn’t be too horrible if people knew, I suppose."

Harry’s face broke out into a huge grin that he couldn’t contain. He tossed his wand on the pillows and pounced. Draco gave an uncharacteristic yelp that was cut off by Harry’s lips as he dove in to kiss him deeply. Harry pulled back and grinned down at a very surprised looking Draco.

"This is going to ruin your reputation, you know?" Harry said, rubbing their softened pricks together.

"Mmmh, I think not." Draco stretched beneath him, bringing his hands up to caress Harry’s arse. "I’m banging Gryffindor’s Golden Boy. I’ll be a fucking hero."

Harry grabbed a pillow and sat up, swatting Draco square in the face. "Prat!" he sniggered. Draco jerked the pillow out of his grip and tossed it aside, pulling him back down.

"Will you stay?" Harry whispered against his lips.

They both knew the question meant so much more than just that night.

Draco nodded slowly, leaning up to kiss him again.

"Yes, Harry. I will."