Harry sighed into Draco's thigh as those knowing fingers fondled his locks. Draco felt Harry's eyes close and his whole face relax as he rubbed his temple. One hand was extended behind him, holding him up. The other hand continued to explore his lover, his property—his Harry. He brushed over the welts on his shoulders, still raw from the brutal force of the flogger, which Draco quietly fingered with the hand behind his back. Harry tensed for a moment at the pressure on his wounds, but then a deep breath relaxed him even further into Draco's skin.
"Good boy," Draco acknowledged, pressing harder into the burning flesh. He smiled absently as he drew a shudder out of his object of perusal. He grazed his nails softly over the rest of the beaten back, enjoying the increasing shakiness of Harry's breathing. The sadistic hand found the broken mounds of Harry's bare arse, and squeezed. The action spurred his desire, and he squeezed harder, aiming to bruise. "Breathe," he ordered, feeling the stillness that had come over Harry. As he felt Harry exhale, he turned his hand as far as it would go, twisting into the flesh with all his strength. When he released, he slid his hand gently along Harry's crack, teasing the hole with just the tip of his fingers. At this, Harry let out a moan, earning him a firm slap where Draco's hand had just finished playing.
Draco sat up straighter and brought his other hand into the action, rubbing all over Harry's battered skin. One hand gripped Harry's hair tightly, while the other teased his tender nipple. Without warning, he issued three sharp smacks in quick succession directly onto the sensitive nub. Smirking, he pinched it between his fingers, chuckling a bit at Harry's obvious erection.
"Whore," he said. With a final smack, he attached the chain that hung behind them to Harry's collar, and left.