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"Draco please. Take it off. I want to see you."
"Please. Then undo the ties, that I can touch you at least. – Ah, do that again."
Harry lay blindfolded and naked on the bed of Draco Malfoy. His arms were above his head and tied to the head of the bed with dark green striped silk ties.
A couple of weeks had past since their incident in the prefect's bathroom and Draco had remembered that his boyfriend still owed him for the 'lessons'.
He had remembered Harry with so much glee in his eyes, that the dark-haired young man felt a little uncomfortable but Gryffindor he was, he didn't want to be in debt and especially not by Draco.
'Maybe it'll be enjoyable for me too.' Was the first thought Harry had, to suppress the little fear he felt.
And now he was blindfolded, naked and tied to the bed with Draco's favourite ties and felt the hot touch of the blonde all over his body.
He couldn't see where the hands would go next and how they would touch him. He could only rely on his sense of feeling.
Draco kneeled next to Harry on the bed and watched his 'victim' with relish. Harry responded to every touch with soft moans and arched his back to lean into the touch and get closer. He leaned over Harry and kissed his chest fiercely to mark him and leave his signature all over his property.
Gentle teeth enclosed a nipple and bit down slowly, making Harry hiss in frustration.
"Ahh, Draco, fuck. Don't be such a tease. Please open the bonds, I can't take this anymore. I want to touch you."
The Slytherin straddled Harry, making their rock hard erections touch and making him and Harry groan in unison.
He leaned forward and brushed the other's ear with his lips while he whispered seductively.
"Beg more and harder and maybe I will do you the favour. But till then you're at my mercy."
Draco kept his lips close to Harry's ear and began to grind his hips into Harry's. He could feel and hear the rigid breath of his love and knew Harry felt his own against his ear. Again he whispered into Harry's ear between deep breaths.
"I – want – you – so fucking – damn much – that it – hurts. "
Harry bucked his hips and tried to throw Draco off, but caused the opposite and made Draco groan and shudder.
"If you don't stop I'll cum right away without fucking you."
"That sentence is no fucking help at all, like the last, you bloody evil tease. - Even if I can't see it, stop your bloody smirk."
"You have no patience, Potter, and therefore this is so much fun."
To underline his sentence he stroked gently over Harry's chest, but intensified the pressure and left eight red lines along the Golden-Boy's chest.
"Ahhh – I hate you."
"Oh and I guess that is why you want me to tear you apart here."
The blonde brought a hand between Harry's thighs and forced his way down to the tight ring between his cheeks and pushed a finger slightly inside. Harry's whole body stiffened and a deep groan escaped his throat. His hands curled around the ties and pulled forcefully on the same.
"Oh fuck, fuck, Draco more."
Malfoy smirked cunningly and pulled the finger out, to hear Harry growl angrily. He left Harry's lap.
"Draco? Dragon? What? Where?..."
The part of him, which was always in Slytherin modus loved to see a man so frantic and needy because of him. But the part which loved Harry deeply was ten times bigger. He bent down and kissed Harry passionately. The Gryffindor replied hungrily. He couldn't touch his dragon and was greedy for every contact he could get, no matter how desperate it seemed.
"You really are orally fixated. And you definitely need to do something about this impatience."
"Funny, really funny, Malfoy. How would you feel, huh?"
Draco shifted a little and grabbed the lubricant from the nightstand.
"Do you know that sound, love?"
He brought the jar close to Harry's ear and opened it with a little 'pop'. Harry shuddered in anticipation and a small smirk appeared on his lips.
Draco climbed between Harry's legs and coated his fingers with a decent amount of lube. The first finger slid inside and the Golden-Boy thrust against the intrusion to push him deeper inside.
A second finger caressed along the sensitive skin on the outside of the tight ring and Harry tore at the ties like he wanted to draw blood from those lifeless fabrics.
"Draco, please go on. Just – just go on."
Although the blonde was in charge, he obeyed and pushed a second finger into Harry. He felt his cock twitch with every movement his fingers made and began to touch himself with his free hand. When he scissored his fingers inside of Harry, the dark-haired young man threw his head back in his neck and moaned bawdily.
"If you don't stop those noises I will hurt you, just because I can't hold back any longer. So shut up."
"Actually – I – I, oh god – wouldn't mind – so – much. Just – don't sto-op."
"Yeah sure and later on you will not let me touch you anymore, because I really tore you apart."
"Oh god, fuck, Draco, fuck."
Malfoy stopped stroking himself and leaned over Harry, purposely making their dicks touch, to push the blindfold slightly up. Harry opened his eyes slowly and revealed vibrant green pupils, oozing with lust.
"Do you really want this?"
"Hmhm. But let me look at you, yes? I want to see you."
Draco nodded and placed a chaste kiss on Harry's lips. He sat bold upright on his knees and pulled out his fingers to coat his dick with the remainder of the lube. Draco lifted Harry's hips a little and shifted closer to drag him into his lap.
Harry watched him with those huge sensual eyes and like always, when they had sex, it sent him over the edge. He pushed inside of Harry, but forced himself to go slow so that his partner could get used to the stretching.
The blonde examined Harry's face attentively, to see if he was in pain or pleasure and right now it looked like he was enjoying it a lot.
He was completely inside of Harry and the dark-haired boy slung his legs around his waist to pull him even closer. Harry breathed hard and accustomed to the feeling of being filled completely.
The Slytherin pulled out half of his length and pushed back, repeating it with a steady rhythm. Harry arched his back so much that it looked painful. He answered Draco's moves with his hips moving in the same rhythm. Draco fastened his pace a little and Harry hissed in response.
"Yes, yes, oh fuck, Draco faster, please move."
Draco leaned forward and grabbed Harry's dick in the same move, making Harry hold his breath for a second. He bent low enough to suck at Harry's neck and bite the same spot with pleasure. The blonde mumbled against Harry's neck in a deep gruff voice:
"Oh, fuck, Harry, you're so damn tight. So tight."
For Harry it was just a growl, but the deep voice sent shivers down his spine and right to his groin which was still at Draco's mercy.
He felt the pleasure from both sides wandering through his whole body and knew he couldn't hold it any longer. It just felt too good and too bloody hard at the same time. He didn't want to cum, so that he could feel Draco longer, but he also wanted to get rid of the pressure bubbling inside of him.
"Draco, Draco I'm cum-"
Every muscle tightened in his body and he shot his cum between Draco's and his body and felt the relaxation washing over him. Draco followed quickly, Harry's tension around his cock gave him the rest and he buried his load deep down in Harry.
Draco's limb body slumped down on Harry and he rested for a moment before he kissed Harry gently and rolled down to untie the bonds.
"Wow! I knew you had to make up for six wasted years, but that was just bloody hot."
The both lovers jerked up at the voice and saw Pansy, who had spoken first, Hermione and Ron standing in the doorframe of Draco's room. Well, fine, Ron lay unconscious on the floor, but the two girls goggled at them with excitement.
Draco jolted out of his shock and tried to cover himself and Harry, who was still bound to the bed, with blankets.
"What the hell? What are you doing here? Get the fucking bloody hell out of here. And since when are you standing there?"
"I think since you took the blindfold off Harry's eyes."
"Quite kinky I might say, dragon."
Draco jumped up out of the bed, revealing his manhood again and strode over to Pansy and Hermione (and a fainted Ron) while snatching a blanket, which he could wrap around himself.
"WHAAAAT? You watched us having sex all the time and didn't possess the decency to walk out of the room? You…you – And you Pansy, don't you dare to call me that again, you're not allowed to. You both really have no decency."
The girls looked at each other and chuckled. Pansy spoke up for both of them.
"We're sorry baby, but that show was so awesomely hot that we couldn't remember any manners or decency."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Tell me what you want and get the hell out of here."
"Actually we wanted to ask if you two wanted to have some ice cream with us. But apparently it seems like you have forgotten that today is another Hogsmeade-Saturday or you don't care, right Hermione?"
"Uhum. Well I think it's best if we go without you."
"Yup. Think so too. Bye Draco. Bye Harry."
Hermione spoke a quick incantation to hover Ron's body back to Gryffindor tower to get him fit. She turned around and said a quick
"Bye Harry. Bye Draco."
Before Draco closed the door and locked it manually and with spells.
Draco turned around, still grumbling over those two unbelievable women when he saw Harry lying on the bed. He dashed forward and jumped on the bed to undo the ties.
"Oh god, sorry, love. I'm so sorry. I was just so, so, argh about those two."
He cradled Harry in his lap and the boy-who-lived snuggled closer to his chest.
"I'm fine, really. Just make sure that the door is locked the next time you want to tie me to the bed and every time we have sex."
The smirk he got was the dirtiest Harry Potter had ever seen.