(Ch.3)
The following morning, Harry woke up tangled in the light green sheets. The curtains over the windows were thin and most likely made for decoration, since they let in a lot of sunlight.
He blinked sleepily and reached for his glasses, before realizing they were on his face. He looked over to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. The pillow was cold and the sheets pulled back.
"Draco?" Harry called, frowning.
There was no reply. Harry slowly got up from the bed, locating a door he figured was the bathroom. He opened the door, and was strongly reminded of the Prefect's bathroom back at Hogwarts. The tub was big enough to fit three people along with Harry and the walls all consisted of mirrors. Harry walked over to the tub's golden faucets and turned them, and smiled faintly as clear, warm water burst out.
The water was so loud that he didn't hear the door open and gave a yelp when he felt arms encircle his waist.
"Draco!"
"G'morning, Scarhead." Draco murmured, rubbing his nose along Harry's neck. He forced Harry to turn around and kissed him. Just a sweet peck, nothing steamy yet still filled with promises.
Draco walked past Harry and began to crawl into the full tub, grinning as he slid down until the water lapped at his jaw.
"Are you going to get in?"
Harry sighed as he got in. Once he was in the water, which just met his chest, he flushed. Last night had been fueled by years of suppressed lust and attraction; this time was much, much more…intimate.
"Don't tell me you're nervous now," Draco said, only half joking, "You came here first."
Draco raised a hand from the soapy water and beckoned Harry to him with a single finger. Harry moved towards him as if in a trance, not stopping until their chests were touching. Draco pushed himself off of the side of the tub and turned Harry until he was in his previous position. He pressed his lips to Harry's jaw and ran his hand down Harry's stomach under the water.
Harry gasped into the kiss when Draco grabbed his half-hard cock.
"What do you want me to do with this?" Draco whispered huskily into Harry's ear before nipping the lobe playfully.
"Do you want me to do this?"
Harry moaned, low and long, when Draco squeezed the head of his penis and gave one hard stroke.
"Or this…?"
Draco grinned like a Cheshire cat as his head slowly went underwater. He placed small, open-mouthed kisses on Harry's stomach as he traveled down, little bubbles coming up each time.
"Oh, god!" Harry nearly screamed when Draco pressed the tip of his tongue to the slit on Harry's cock. Draco then sucked the whole head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Harry gave a breathy moan and tried to buck his hips, the water sloshing into his face.
Draco took a couple more inches of Harry, and then a couple more, until the tip was hitting the back of his throat. He angled his head and then took the rest of Harry into his throat. He swallowed and Harry cried out.
"Shit shit shit, Draco. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
Draco hallowed his cheeks, pursed his lips tightly, and began to suck and bob his head in earnest. Occasionally he would pause and hum (how he did that underwater, Harry couldn't fathom) and Harry would toss his head and moan, "Ohh…"
Too soon, Harry had to cum. He felt hot and cold all over and his toes curled and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Draco, noticing the signs, opened his throat to swallow.
"Holy SHIT!" Harry screamed as he came, Draco swallowing the hot seed, milking every drop.
When Draco's head came back up from the water, he wasn't even breathing hard.
"H-how did you do that?" Harry panted, the orgasm fading.
Draco grinned like a devil. "I used a wandless spell."
Harry gaped. "I could've used that in fourth year…"
Draco rolled his eyes. When he started to pull away from Harry, Harry grabbed his arm.
"Don't you want me to suck you off?"
Draco grinned again; it was so different compared to his sneer that had seemed glued to his face at Hogwarts.
"I have something else in mind." And with that, he got out of the tub. Harry watched with wide eyes as the soap and water rivulets ran down his body in ways that made Harry want to chase them with his tongue. He was already getting hard again. Draco turned around, holding his hand out to Harry.
"Coming?" He whispered.
Harry swallowed and stood up in the tub, making waves that splashed over the edge. He took Draco's hand as Draco picked up his wand and spelled them both dry. Harry shivered at the feel of magic brushing over his skin.
Draco led them down two or three (Harry lost count; his mind was elsewhere) long corridors before finally halting at one cherry wood door with an elegant gold doorknob. There was a black curtain over the door for some reason.
Draco opened the door, never letting go of Harry's hand, and flipped a switch. Harry blinked in the bright light before gasping; the room was filled with various…kinky objects.
On one wall sat a bed with leather handcuffs coming from the corners and straps in the middle. There was a wooden chair with hand restraints and a closet filled with things Harry couldn't think about without blushing. There were other unnamable things in there…things with spikes and things that were flavored and things that vibrated.
"So," Draco said, putting his hands on his slim hips, "You want to choose?"
Ahh! I feel so evil leaving it there (:
Well now all you can do is wait, right?
More soon, I promise.
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