Draco's hands scrabbled for purchase on the sheets; every time he nearly found his grip, a violent thrust from Harry shattered his mind as well as his grasp on the expensive cotton. He was barely prepared and every thrust stretched his internal muscles and banged against his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. Another forceful thrust almost sent him face-first into the pillows. He desperately wanted to touch himself, but needed both of his hands just to keep his balance.
Harry held onto Draco's hips with a bruising grip, pulling the blonde's lithe body back each time he thrust forward. The slap of skin on skin mingled with the blood rushing in his ears, and Harry grunted as Draco clenched around his cock. The blonde was hot and tight and so fucking wanton as he writhed on the mattress. Harry was attuned to Draco's every noise, and he recognised the breathy little whimpers as desperation to touch his cock.
Leaning forward, Harry grabbed Draco's wrists and yanked the blonde up forcefully, quickly transferring his grip on the delicate wrists to his left hand and using his right to lace through Draco's hair and yank his head back. Harry sank his teeth into the pale skin of Draco's neck, gnawing at the flesh to bring up a brilliant bruise, each whimper from Draco travelling straight to Harry's already-swollen cock.
He released the abused flesh, watching a bead of sweat run down Draco's neck and mingle with Harry's saliva. The blonde's eyes were screwed shut, his mouth open as guttural moans echoed in his throat. "Listen to yourself, you little slut. Listen to yourself moaning like a bitch in heat."
Draco couldn't help it, his whole body spasmed and he moaned even louder. Harry's deep chuckle sent all kinds of shivers down his spine, ending in a desperate gasp as the head of his lover's cock ground firmly against his prostate. "Such a pretty little whore, so willing to please me. Letting me pound your tight little ass and loving every fucking minute of it."
"Nnnghhh…"
"Can't even talk, can you, you're so engrossed in my cock. You want to come, Draco? Want to scream for me?"
"Yes…oh fuck yes…!"
Harry smirked, letting go of Draco's hands and hair to push him onto the bed, twisting him a little to ensure he landed on his back. Draco's hands moved quickly to his aching cock, but Harry slapped them away. "Hold your legs up."
The low, commanding tone left no room for disobedience, and Harry smirked as Draco hooked his hands behind his knees, lifting them up to his chest and displaying his stretched and lubed hole. Harry watched the guardian muscle grasp and twitch, looking for something to stretch it out. He reached out his thumb and pressed firmly, just hinting at penetration as he stroked his own cock with his free hand.
"Harry…please…"
"Please what?"
Draco whimpered, flexing his body as best he could to try and entice Harry into finishing the job. "Please."
"I want you to say it."
"Fuck me!"
Harry shifted his hips forward, teasing Draco's rim with the tip of his leaking cock. "How?"
Keening again, Draco screwed his eyes shut as a blush stole up his cheeks. "Put it in me."
"What?"
"Your cock."
"Where?"
"My arse."
Harry smirked, loving the humiliated blush high on Draco's cheeks. "Now say it all together for me. Beg me."
Biting his lips, Draco opened his eyes to glare at Harry, which only succeeded in the brunette pulling away and cutting off all contact between their bodies. Screwing his eyes shut again, he practically growled, "Put your cock in my arse and fuck me!"
His voice jumped into a cracked scream as Harry sank back into him, hard and deep and bang on target. It'd only take a few more thrusts like that and Draco would be falling over the edge into oblivion. He let go of his legs and wrapped them around Harry's waist, bringing his hands up to scrabble for a grip on Harry's sweat-slicked back. The brunette leant down over him, hips thrusting rapidly as his lips grazed over Draco's ear, making goose bumps raise over pale skin.
"Such a dirty little boy, getting off on being told what a cock-slut you are. You'd let me do anything if it got you fucked, wouldn't you?"
Draco nodded his head in frantic agreement, shivering when Harry's tongue flickered over the shell of his ear. "Will you let me tie you up, spank you, expose you and debase you for my own pleasure? Will you let all your dirty, deviant little tendencies shine through for a taste of my cock? Are you going to come for me Draco, milk my prick with that rippling channel and scream my name?"
Tipped over the edge, Draco screamed as he came, ropes of come splashing over their chests as he spasmed violently, losing control of himself and releasing enough magical energy to shatter all the glass in the room. Harry pulsed inside of him, filling him up with hot spurts before collapsing on top of him in a heap of lax limbs.
When he finally found his senses, Harry rose up on his hands and surveyed the room. With a lazy flick of his wrist he reformed the shattered glass to its original structures and pulled out of Draco with a sloppy 'pop', collapsing onto his back and staying awake just long enough to murmur an 'I love you' to Draco.
Draco had been quiet ever since they'd woken up, and Harry was a little worried. He found the blonde in the TV room staring blankly at an Alan Rickman movie. Sitting next to him on the couch, Harry worked hard to keep his voice level. "Draco, you alright?"
"Yep."
The response was too quick, the tone too cheery, the nod too firm, and Harry's ego sank like a lead balloon. "Draco, babe, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push too far and…"
Draco snapped his head round to face Harry and looked at him in confusion. "What on earth are you on about, Potter?"
Blushing from the roots of his hair to his chest, Harry's eyes dropped to his hands; nervously twisting in his lap. "For the things I said. It was…I thought you…"
"I loved it."
Raising his head, it was Harry's turn to look confused. "You did?"
"Yes. I was just…was it just in the heat of the moment or…"
Draco trailed off, and Harry raised an eyebrow. "Or what?"
Blushing, Draco forced himself to meet Harry's eyes, unable to stop a smile at the twinkle he saw there. "Or would you like to do them?"
Moving on the sofa, Harry pushed Draco into a lying position, humming in satisfaction when the blonde's legs automatically opened to accommodate him. Reaching one hand up he stroked Draco's silk-soft hair off his forehead. "We can do whatever you want."
The blush stealing up Draco's cheeks told Harry that the blonde wanted to do an awful lot more. Summoning over a quill, Harry charmed it to record their words and set it over a scrap of parchment resting on the coffee table. Turning his attention back to Draco, Harry reached out and undid the top button of the blonde's crisp blue shirt. "How about we make a list, and then we can work out the logistics?"
Nodding slightly, Draco swallowed and cleared his throat. "What…uhm…what kind of things?"
"Well, I've always wanted to bend you over my knee and spank your pert buttocks until they were red and sore."
A deep moan rumbling in his chest, Draco caught on to the game and marshalled his thoughts. "Okay, but we might need more parchment…"
-"…and talking to Dobby in that tone of voice…"
Draco snapped his head up from where he'd been staring demurely at the floor, and eyed Harry incredulously. "You're not punishing me for that!"
Harry had been getting into the swing of their role-playing game, and he jolted back to reality with a bump. "What?"
"All I said was to sing something decent, not that dreadful Celestina woman!"
Harry gaped at Draco, resting his hands on his hips and huffing. "You're bitching about my reasoning? You're the one who said it should be something you'd actually done wrong! I was all for jumping straight in!"
"You're the one who wanted a proper scene! I wouldn't need reasoning if you'd just spanked me senseless when I suggested it!"
Growling, Harry stalked across the kitchen and grabbed Draco, pulling the blonde against his body and bringing his open hand down on a jeans-clad buttock, his cock stirring at the gasp that escaped Draco's lips. It'd been a random swat on the arse in passing, drawing a pleasant reaction from Draco, that had prompted this exploration, and as Harry met Draco's eyes his voice took on a gravely, commanding edge. "Out of those clothes then."
Draco looked confused, and Harry smiled predatorily. "You didn't think I'd leave those thick jeans protecting your arse, did you?"
Fingers shaking in anticipation, Draco shook his head softly as he popped the button on his jeans. "Hoped not."
"Smart boy." Harry nipped the lobe of Draco's ear sharply, "and for that you can decide how many you get."
"Uhm…I…"
Seeing the indecisiveness, Harry cocked his head to the side. "We'll start with ten, and then see how things look. It might take more to get your arse the shade of red I want."
Draco nodded, finally getting his fly down and pushing his jeans and boxers over his hips. He looked up at Harry and the brunette smirked, crossing his arms and arching a brow. "All of it, off."
Face flushing, Draco stepped out of his jeans and boxers and pulled his tee-shirt over his head, leaving his body naked under Harry's roving eyes. His cock stood at half mast already, steadily filling with blood through desire and anticipation at what was to come. He held his breath as Harry prowled around him, finally stepping up behind Draco and pressing his erection into Draco's arse. "You look so hot like this. Are you sure you don't just want me to fuck you inside out?"
Draco heard the get out clause, and shook his head softly. "Need to be spanked."
"Need to be spanked? Not just want, but need?"
Draco nodded, whimpering as Harry's fingers stroked over the sensitive skin in the hollow of his hips. One hand trailed lazily through his pubic hair, tugging lightly before curling round Draco's shaft and stroking. "It's a beautiful day outside. Perhaps we should take this onto the porch?"
Sucking in a breath, Draco decided not to dwell on the twitch of arousal Harry's suggestion had elicited right now. "People might see."
"Do you care?"
His face flushing with shame, Draco shook his head faintly, feeling the purr of satisfaction that rumbled through Harry's chest. He moved quietly, allowing himself to be lead out onto the porch. The summer sun was a gentle caress on his skin, and Draco liked the feel of sun-warmed decking under his bare feet. Harry moved him over to the wooded railings, wrapping Draco's hands around one of the smooth support poles that stood either side of the steps down to the garden.
Holding his hips, Harry pulled Draco back slowly, bending him at the middle until his waist was at a right angle. Running his hands between Draco's legs, Harry stroked pale inner thighs as he slowly pushed Draco's legs apart, stabilising his stance. He stepped back to admire the sight Draco made; his hair glowing golden in the sunlight and his body completely open to Harry.
Moving to the railings, Harry crouched down and nuzzled against Draco's cheek, speaking quietly. "You remember the safe word?"
"Yeah…Marmite."
"Good. This is supposed to be fun, Draco. It's supposed to get you hard and horny and desperate for sex. If it stops being fun and starts to be painful, you have to stop me."
Harry pressed a gentle kiss to Draco's cheek as the blonde nodded his understanding and straightened up, moving to stand by Draco's legs. Keeping his hand flat and open, he rubbed over pert buttocks firmly, watching the flesh ripple slightly. His own cock jumped in the confines of his jeans, and Harry sucked in a breath as he drew his hand back, bringing it firmly down on a pale, perfect buttock. Draco's whole body jerked forwards and he whimpered low in his throat.
Rubbing the rapidly reddening buttock slowly, Harry rested his left hand on the dip between Draco's shoulder blades. "That okay?"
His cock was hanging full and heavy, swaying slightly from the force of his jolt, and it took Draco a moment to gather his thoughts tight enough to respond. "Yeah, like that."
Still rubbing firmly, Harry shifted a little to give his expanding cock more room in his jeans. "Count them out then."
Pulling his hand back, Harry changed his angle slightly to smack Draco's right buttock, a red flush blooming as the blonde gasped out a 'one'. The second hit landed on Draco's left buttock, and Harry's hand tingled from the force. Moving the next to the crease where arse met thigh, Harry's whole body convulsed at the yelp that spilled past Draco's lips even as he forced out a 'three' and pushed back into Harry's hand.
The blonde had never looked as wanton as he did pressing back into Harry's hand, his knuckles white on the post as he ground out numbers in amongst whimpers and yelps and pleas for more, harder, gods. His arse was cherry-red in stark contrast to alabaster skin, and if he angled his head just right, Harry could see Draco's tight entrance grasping for something, anything, to fill it.
Draco's body was on fire, the burn radiating out from his stinging arse. The idea of being spanked had turned him on; the reality of it was making his head foggy with need. His cock was so achingly hard between his legs, and his inner walls ached to be stretched and filled. The final blow landed and made little white spots of desire appear in his eyes. He whimpered as Harry's hand rubbed over his flaming buttocks firmly and forced himself to listen to the brunette's words.
"I'm going to cast a lubrication spell and fuck you. Do you want to stay here, or be bent over the kitchen table?"
"Not here…can't hold on…railings."
Harry smirked, helping Draco shift along to hold onto the top bar of the railings. A whispered spell and Harry was popping the button on his jeans, pulling out his cock and lining up with Draco's tight, glistening entrance. He sunk in slowly, hearing Draco's breath catch in his throat as a high pitch keening broke the still summer air. Once in he stilled, letting Draco get accustomed to the burn. When the blonde thrust back against him Harry knew it was safe, and he pulled his hips back slowly before ramming them forwards.
Draco hissed as the cold metal zip of Harry's jeans scratched over his abused arse. He was so close to the edge, and Harry's perfect aim had Draco coming copiously after half a dozen thrusts, his cock exploding untouched and staining the wooden decking with ribbons of white. He felt Harry tense and flood him, collapsing along his back and leaning his hands either side of Draco's on the railings. Draco dropped his head to the railing, breathing deeply as he squeezed around Harry's softening cock, delighting in the whimper that escaped his lover. "That was…"
"Yeah…it was."
