"I've got Harry Potter in chains. A couple of years ago this would have really helped with my Death Eater resume."

"True, but back then you wouldn't be getting to fuck me."

Draco swallowed thickly. Those last two words had been heavy with invitation, and Harry was naked on his bed.

Draco kissed him, unable to wait. Harry let him control the kiss, moving easily with Draco's hand on his face; the feel of all that bravery and defiance bending to him was –

Harry whimpered at Draco's hand on his cock, and Draco groaned into his mouth. "God, Harry, you – "

He slid down Harry's body, spread and ready for him. His mouth stayed on Harry's skin all the way down: teeth scraping his jaw, sucking a lovebite onto his neck, tongue following the hard ridge of his collarbone.

Draco pulled back, because Harry was squirming and moaning and he had to see.

Metal wrapped Harry's wrists and his eyes were velvet-dark. Draco's stomach clenched; that muscled chest was heaving, Harry's strong body a playground –

Draco hesitated. This was new for them; he wasn't sure how far he could go. "Harry – "

Harry must have read his expression. "I trust you."

Something snagged in Draco's chest, and for a moment he could hardly breathe. He nodded, and he was going to make this good for Harry if it killed him.

Bloody Harry. He always did this, and Draco didn't think he even knew it. He trusted Draco, he believed in him, he expected him to be a good man. So Draco ended up having to actually be all those things, or risk seeing Harry's disappointment. And the way Harry's eyebrows creased when he was disappointed in Draco made him die a little.

"Fuck me, Draco."

It did have its compensations, though.

Draco reached for him, running his hands over Harry's chest: mine. He sucked Harry's nipples, bit and twisted them. He smirked against Harry's skin at the choked-off sounds forcing their way from his mouth.

He slipped further down, and wrapped his mouth round Harry's cock.

Harry shouted in shock, his thigh muscles clenching under Draco's hands as the chains jangled. Metal restraints were so delicious, announcing Harry's struggling to the world as Draco pulled back.

"Come on, suck my cock!"

"Bad sub," Draco muttered, and Harry went limp.

Draco groaned and managed not to come. "You did that on purpose."

He paid Harry back, though: he licked Harry's cock, sucked just the head into his mouth, played and teased until Harry's voice cracked as he begged. Finally Draco went to it, sucking steadily, as he slipped the first finger inside him.

So tight.

Preparing him to take Draco's cock was its own pleasure, and Harry's cock was thick in his mouth. He pulled back before Harry could come and smirked at the groan.

They gave twin groans of release and pleasure as Draco finally pushed inside. Harry was so vulnerable like this, spread-legged and defenceless against Draco's pleasures.

So hot.

Harry's flush stretched to his chest, and his eyes were desperate. Draco wanted to hold back, to tease him further; but he couldn't any more. Thoughts dissolved from Draco's head in a rush of pleasure.

It was quick: Harry snarled a little, his eyes rolling back, and came. Draco moaned helplessly as he clenched around his cock, and kept going: fucking Harry selfishly now, chasing his own orgasm. Harry was half-sobbing.

He came in sparks of light, and collapsed onto Harry's chest. They panted together, sticky and sweaty and blissful.

"Time to let me go."

Draco paused thoughtfully. "I could…"