Wednesday Evening
26 August 2009
Harry's POV
"What are you up to? Grab dinner?" I texted Draco Wednesday evening as soon as I got home from practice.
I hadn't seen him since Sunday and was hoping he would be available, even if it was just to grab a bite.
Course, I was really hoping he'd say yes to dinner and a nice, long round of dessert afterwards.
I chewed my lip nervously, awaiting Draco's response.
I wasn't being weird or needy, was I?
I was allowed to miss him and want to see him after a few days, right?
Problem was, I still wasn't really sure what we were.
I knew he didn't want to "share" just as much as I didn't want anyone else touching him, but I wasn't sure how that translated to hanging out during the week.
Was he my boyfriend?
Or just a monogamous weekend fuck?
"Sorry, Harry," his response pinged back. "I've got a lot of research to finish tonight."
He waited just the appropriate amount of time for me to feel dejected before adding:
"You know I'd love to take you up on dinner, but we both know I won't get back to work if that happens."
Still, I reasoned.
The man had to eat.
I smiled to myself as I made up my mind.
I was going to bring Draco dinner.
***
I regretted it the minute I apparated into his flat, holding a bag of fish and chips from the local chippy up the street from me.
"Harry," he groaned, looking up from an enormous book sitting on his lap.
I held up the bag of food as I crossed the reception to where he sat on the couch on the far wall facing me.
"I... erm... thought I'd just bring you something to eat anyway," I said dumbly as I sat down on the couch perpendicular to his.
I set the bag on the coffee table, still not meeting his gaze.
There was an awkward silence that seemed to stretch for ages.
"Thanks," he said finally, placing his quill in the book and snapping it shut.
"But I've already eaten. And I don't like fish & chips."
He paused again and rubbed at his eyes tiredly.
"I mean, I do like them, but I always feel like shit afterwards, so I prefer not to eat them."
"Sorry," I mumbled, staring down at my hands, not sure what to do.
"Don't be," Malfoy sighed, standing and moving to sit beside me on my couch.
"It was sweet of you to bring me dinner," he told me, leaning in to place a gentle kiss behind my ear. "I really appreciate that."
I leaned back into him, smiling shyly.
"What are you reading?"
Shit, Harry, I scolded myself. He can't talk about work.
"Erm..." Malfoy seemed to be having the same realisation as I was.
"Well, it has to do with the Erised case," he said at last, one hand carding lazily through my hair, other arm reaching round to pull me close.
"You know I can't say much, but the case has taken a decided turn, meaning all our previous research is shit. Or, most likely, shit. So..."
He gestured at the giant tome on the other couch to make his point.
"Are you sure I can't distract you for just a few minutes?" I asked, turning to nip at his neck.
His hand maintained its path running through my hair, encouraging my mouth on his neck, so I continued to lap and suck, paying special attention to the sensitive skin along his jawline that seemed particularly vulnerable.
"Harry," he warned.
I ignored him, and he stiffened for a brief moment before he sighed and leaned into my eager mouth.
"I've heard taking a break can greatly help one's focus," I informed him, turning to straddle his lap and grabbing his plump bottom lip between my teeth.
"Harry," he groaned, right hand pressing into the small of my back, pulling me closer, while the other tangled through my hair, urging my mouth to meet his.
"You're a fucking liability," he murmured, tongue slipping between my lips to tangle with mine.
"Am not," I countered, grinding down on his rapidly filling cock. "Just want to make sure you're relaxed and able to focus properly."
He chuckled and pulled back to look up at me, blue-grey eyes sparkling mischievously.
"No," he replied. "You're only here to distract me. You're terrible."
"Am not," I retaliated, leaning in to kiss him again.
He groaned into the kiss as he stood, hands still clasping me to him.
"Harry," he sighed. "I asked you not to distract me. Why can't you listen?"
"I didn't mean to," I responded brokenly, our mouths still pressed together as we stumbled to... wherever he was leading me to.
"I'm not complaining," he assured me, still kissing me as he turned me to lean over the dining room table, a cushioning charm making it feel like the softest mattress instead of a solid wood table.
He placed my arms on either side of my head, hands resting in line with my shoulders, fingers wrapping to grip the edges of the table as though he might allow me to push myself up until I felt his magic swirl, clamping my wrists down.
A few seconds later, another spell practically glued my hips to the edge of the table, and I moaned, pushing my arse back against his rapidly thickening cock.
A third wordless spell took care of my clothing so that I was splayed stark-naked, bent over Draco Malfoy's dining table, arse presented to him like a fucking gift, and I couldn't help but groan at the completely wanton picture I'm sure I made.
Draco clearly appreciated it if the groan he made as he ran a hand down my back, curving it almost lovingly around my arse, was any indication.
He moved to stand beside me, that magnificent cock creating a mouth-watering bulge in his trousers, temptingly kept just out of mouth's reach.
The fucking bastard.
"Harry," he said quietly, kneeling so his eyes were level with my own.
"Mmm," I replied, doing my best to focus my gaze on his own and not get lost in a lust-clouded haze.
"What are we going to do with you?"
A hand reached up to thread itself through my hair, and I leaned into it, body pressing up into his caress as it continued down the nape of my neck, tracing gently along my spine, pausing just above the swell of my arse before returning to the top of my head to repeat the action.
"This is nice," I murmured, eyes sliding shut as his hand made a third pass along my body.
He chuckled.
"It is," he agreed. "But this isn't what you had in mind when you came over, is it?"
"Wanted to bring you dinner," I insisted. "Really."
"Harry," he said again, voice all but calling bullshit. "We both know it wasn't dinner you were after when you came over."
My eyes snapped open, finding his grey-blue eyes staring accusingly at me, a grin on his face letting me know he wasn't actually upset.
"Would've been fine with just dinner, though," I maintained, closing my eyes again, wondering how Draco was such a master at creating such opposing scenarios:
He could make me feel embarrassed yet brazen, like a cheap whore yet somehow more cherished than a vault full of rubies; on display, begging to be used yet utterly relaxed and content.
"I think we need to shut that mouth of yours," he replied, hand still tracing its path from my hair and down my back, his voice still quiet, almost soothing despite the threat of his words.
Juxtaposition in perfection, once more.
I allowed myself a tiny smile as I nodded.
"Yes, please."
The prize I was given seconds later was not, however, Draco's beautiful cock running along the seam of my lips, nudging them open, but the smooth rubber of the black dildo.
I opened my eyes to glare at Draco, frowning even as I opened up, allowing him to slide the head of the fake cock into my mouth.
"Aww," he teased, fake pout mocking me as he slowly slid the dildo further into my mouth. "Not what you were hoping for?"
I managed to harden my glare and shake my head indignantly, never mind the fact that Draco was now sliding said dildo in and out of my mouth easily, fucking my face with it, me accepting it just as willingly as if it had been his actual cock.
I couldn't stifle the moan I made then, and Draco smirked back at me, removing his hand from the dildo, magic taking over so it continued to fuck gently in and out of my mouth on its own.
Draco moved so that he was standing behind me, hands coming to rest on my hips, and I strained my arse backwards as far as I could with the magical bonds still holding me to the table.
"Mmm, kitten," he sighed, hands sliding down my thighs as he sank to his knees behind me.
"Always so eager."
His hands moved to spread me open, and he leaned in to gift me a slow, wide lick, not even bothering to swirl around my hole as he passed, despite the fact that I definitely pressed hard against his mouth, practically whining with need around the dildo.
A lubed finger pressed against my opening then, and I moaned again, trying my damndest to push back, urging it further inside.
Draco used his free hand to steady my jerking hips as his finger continued its slow press in, head tilting to place a simple kiss where my arse met thigh, no doubt watching as his finger disappeared into my slick entrance.
The slide out was just as agonisingly slow, and I did my best to complain around that dildo, still sliding gently in and out of my mouth, my hips wriggling against the edge of the table, doing whatever they could to get Malfoy to hurry the fuck up.
"You're especially eager tonight," he commented, sliding his finger back in, then out.
Still much too slowly.
Arse.
He continued, adding a second finger, working me open gently as though he had all the time in the world to reduce me to a moaning, begging slut, his precious research forgotten on the other side of the room.
"Is sweet Harry in a hurry to get fucked proper tonight?" he asked, pressing another kiss to my cheek.
I could only moan and form my best muffled "mmm-hmm" around the dildo.
"Mmm," Draco sighed, removing his fingers as he stood behind me. "Ok."
I stilled at that, worried.
That had been almost too easy, hadn't it?
His hands petted down my sides again, soothing me, and I allowed my eyes to flutter shut, relaxing once more.
Next second, I felt the cold, solid head of another dildo nudging gently at my opening, and I gave another heartfelt moan of protest.
It was the glass dildo.
From the bathtub.
Draco continued to slide it in, the flared head pushing through my still-tight ring, my arse swallowing it, closing around it to grip at the shaft with its emerald-green ridge twisting down the length.
My moans became nearly constant as Draco twisted it in slowly, allowing me to feel that evil whorl swirling up inside of me, teasing along my passage, eliciting an embarrassingly high-pitched whimper when he twisted it, just as slowly, back out.
"I never did get to see you enjoy this the last time," he was saying, kneeling behind me again, watching as he guided it back in.
"Someone thought it'd be fun to distract me."
He twisted the dildo downwards suddenly, as though he knew the head would press into that bunch of nerves, causing me to scream out, my body jerking against the bonds holding me tightly to the table.
"Someone," Draco continued softly, both hands running up my thighs, the dildo still twisting slowly in and out of my arse, working in tandem with the one fucking my mouth, "had better think about the consequences he faces whenever he decides to distract me."
Draco suddenly appeared in my line of vision, a pleased smile spreading across his face as his eyes took in the sight of me, spread out and bound to his table, being fucked at both ends by two dildos, him still fully clothed, clearly having no intention of fucking me himself anytime soon.
"And while you think about that," he resumed, grey-blue eyes flicking down to meet mine, "I've some research I really must get to."
And with that, he turned on his heel, walking calmly back to the couch.
I gave an indignant screech of protest, which earned me a look of admonishment from Draco as he settled himself on the couch, opening his book once more.
"Harry," he cautioned, and I felt a Silencing Charm go up around me.
"I simply can't have you distracting me right now, pet."
He allowed himself a last lingering glance before turning back to his research.
"I'll be back with you just as soon as I'm finished."
***
I have no idea how much time passed, the two dildos working in and out of both my holes, magicked to pull out almost entirely and stop whenever I approached anything resembling an orgasm, both clearly spelled to keep me hovering just below that peak.
My throat was raw from moaning and crying out, not to mention swallowing around the black dildo as it slid entirely down my throat every few thrusts.
All the while, I watched as Draco worked, reading through the tome, his quill automatically taking notes on the parchment stretched across the coffee table.
Now and then, his brow would furrow, and he would lean forward, grabbing his pile of parchment and shuffling excitedly through it, checking some notes with whatever new information he'd discovered and annotating accordingly.
His laptop sat to the side of him, and he would sometimes pull it closer to him, right hand eagerly typing something into the search engine, quill taking down notes on whatever he'd found online.
The pieces of parchment were set neatly in little piles, coloured tabs sticking out the side like tabbed file folders, clearly marking different aspects of his research.
His pen, I also noticed, used many colours of ink, and the notes were colour-coded to make finding any information he needed readily available.
He clearly loved whatever it was he was researching.
Or, I shuddered involuntarily, just loved reading and researching in general.
Honestly, had I not been in such a state on account of the two dildos fucking themselves into me, I probably would have laughed and teased him mercilessly.
Draco's enthusiasm and fastidious note-taking almost rivalled Hermione's crazed study sessions back at Hogwarts, and somehow, my brain managed to wonder if Ron and I would find willing partners in Blaise and Pansy to hash out our aggressions regarding Hogwarts-era study-inflicted trauma.
Finally, Draco sighed and shut both his laptop and the giant book, sending all whizzing around the corner and down the hallway as he rubbed tiredly at his eyes.
He stretched and rose to his feet, finally turning to look at me, still moaning, still desperate, still splayed out, entirely at his mercy, and he smiled, satisfied.
"Sweet fucking Merlin," he sighed, walking towards me, eyes raking over my body. "Do you have any idea what you look like?"
He came to a stop before me, eyes darkening as he stared down at me, one hand reaching to gently pull the dildo from my mouth.
"Draco!" I gasped immediately.
"Please," I begged, head straining up into his hand, and he caressed my hair, damp and tangled with sweat.
"Harry," he murmured, kneeling down and brushing my lips with his own.
I groaned and leaned into the kiss, needing more, but Draco was already rising, eyes still gazing down at me, hand tangling idly in my hair.
"Draco!"
I was so on edge tears were gathering on my lashes, surrounding Draco in a shimmering halo, a perverse saviour come to release me from my lust-driven agony.
He was moving again, coming to stand behind me, watching the swirled glass dildo twisting slowly in and out of my arse, hands reaching down to pull my cheeks open, spreading me even wider so he could watch as my hole swallowed the dildo, then the pink rim stretching open as it swirled out, the green ridge pulling at it unevenly, catching as it clenched around the wide head, not letting it slip out, before returning to twirl back in.
"You absolute slut," he sighed, sinking to kneel behind me.
"You love this," he accused, one finger slowly tracing around the top half of my pucker as the dildo began its torturous pull out once more, causing me to whimper needily.
"I was sure you would have broken yourself out of these by now," he added, a nearly indistinguishable surge of magic tightening at my invisible bonds.
"Please," I mumbled, not able to manage more I was so beyond wrecked.
Draco's hands trailed slowly down my thighs, petting me, soothing me, as the glass dildo finally halted, deep inside of me.
One of his hands reached up to tug at it gently, my arse clamping down on it involuntarily, stilling Draco's hand as he tried to remove it.
"Slut," he murmured again. "You'd rather have this toy up your arse than me?"
He began to work it in and out of my arse manually, pulling the toy flush up against my arse and spinning it around clockwise whenever it retreated so that the thick head was held just inside my hole, pulling at the inside of my rim as he spun it deftly, something telling me this was not the first time he'd had the idea to twist it so exquisitely
"N-n-no!" I wailed, head twisting up and back, trying to stare at him frantically.
He fucked the dildo back into me, then pulled it out once more, rotating it so that the head peeked out of my hole as he swirled it, popping out on one side, only to dip back in on the other.
"Draco, please!"
He finally released the dildo with a pop, hands running up and down my thighs a few times as he pressed gentle kisses into my arse and across the tops of my thighs.
"Shh, kitten," he murmured. "It's ok. I'm right here."
I drew in a shaky breath and closed my eyes again, focusing on Draco's hands and mouth caressing and kissing, bringing me down from the frantic ledge I'd been balancing on.
Next moment, his tongue gave a slow, greedy lick between my cheeks, tongue swirling inside, a deep groan vibrating throughout my body as Draco moaned into me.
"Look at you," he murmured, a finger gently probing at my slackened hole.
"So spread open after being fucked by that dildo for the past Merlin-knows-how-long that your sweet little hole can't even close properly."
He licked another swipe up me, pausing to slowly curl his tongue deep inside.
One, two, three times.
"Tell me, kitten," he asked, still lapping gently at me. "Did you enjoy that dildo?"
He paused and chuckled at my desperate cry of pleasure.
"That ridge is something else, hmm?"
He gave a particularly luscious suck before fastening his mouth around my hole, tongue thrusting and licking deep within me, my moans only seeming to feed his lust.
Malfoy continued lapping and curling his tongue deep within me as I tried to fuck back into his filthy mouth, especially when his tongue would withdraw slightly, his mouth sucking lingering kisses into my hole.
"Draco, please," I managed again. "Please..."
He sighed, finally removing his mouth from my arse, three long fingers delving in, spreading me wider open still.
"Merlin, Potter," he muttered, removing his fingers and lining the head of his prick up with my, frankly, desperate entrance.
"I'm going to fuck you right through this goddamned table."
And with that promise, he slid into me, one slick, delicious slide, all the way in.
"Oh, gods," I half-moaned, half-yelled. "Yes, fuck, Malfoy..."
He withdrew completely, pausing half a second before driving back in and then withdrawing again, setting a rhythm that wasn't slow but still not. Fucking. Fast. Enough.
"Draco," I begged. "Please, stop teasing."
Goddamned bastard ignored me, maintaining that same leisurely pace, fucking that ridiculous cock of his deep inside of me, withdrawing completely each time, no doubt watching my hole gape and flutter as it tried desperately to hold him inside.
I concentrated on squeezing around him as he pulled out, flexing my muscles around him until he gasped.
"Fuck, Potter. You vicious bastard," and with that utterance, he began fucking me in earnest, hips driving me, slamming me into the table, seemingly set on making good on his promise of fucking me right through it.
I began to babble a litany of pleas.
Echoes of "please" and "more" and "fuck" and any other words that flashed through my mind that I hoped would keep Draco fucking me absolutely senseless until I came all over his stupid, goddamned table.
"What's that?" he demanded, hips working even faster, snapping into me.
"Harder?" he gasped out, hips slamming into me so hard it felt as though my teeth were shaking as he answered one of my apparently, mindless demands.
He angled his hips then so that he began to hit that fucking spot, and I screamed as my magic exploded, freeing me from the carefully placed restraints Draco had set me in hours earlier.
I braced my arms against the table and fucked back against him, meeting his thrusting hips as hard as I could, both of us frantically fucking until I nearly blacked out, screaming my release as my orgasm ripped through me like a goddamned tidal wave, crashing over me, smaller, resounding waves continuing to wash over me with such intense pleasure I wasn't quite sure if I'd completely blacked out or not.
Draco had followed shortly after me, his hips still moving, still sliding in and out of me, hands gripping my hips as I wrung every last drop from his spasming cock, and he collapsed with a shudder, face collapsing between my shoulder blades, where he placed an absent-minded, sloppy, somehow tender, kiss.
"Merlin, Harry," he sighed, arms wrapping around me as he dragged me up and spun me around, wrapping my arms around his neck as I all but collapsed against him, weak from the entire ordeal.
"Forget anything I've said before. You're welcome to distract me from my research any goddamned time you please."