One shots

"Turn around." The command was accompanied by Harry's hands on his waist, and Draco let himself be moved into a new position, kneeling on one of the lower steps with his forearms rested on the top step. "You'd hurt your back the other way."

Draco smiled, glancing over his shoulder as he heard the jar clinking open. "So considerate."

"You know it." The oil dribbled out of the jar, falling through the air before it seemed to pause of its own accord. Draco straightened his neck, resting his forehead on his arms as one of Harry's hands settled on his arse, spreading him open. The oil was warm and slick as Harry's finger ringed around Draco's entrance, teasing him before it dipped in slowly. Draco pushed back, too aroused to be satisfied by a single finger. He wanted Harry in him right now, and ground his teeth to stop from begging like a Knockturn faithful.

The second slick finger broke Draco's resolve, and as he pushed his hips back into Harry's hand, he bit out, "More, Harry."

Harry groaned, whether from the act itself, or from hearing Draco moan his name, still thinking Draco didn't know exactly who he was about to fuck. The third finger came much quicker than the second had, and Draco dropped his head back onto his arms as Harry flexed him open. When Harry's fingers withdrew, Draco knew this was the edge. He'd let Harry have this one time; next time, they would both be able to see each other.

The oil jar clinked again, the wet slapping sound of Harry's slick hand on his shaft echoing around the hot bathroom. Draco looked ahead, watched the condensation beading down the tiled walls as he felt Harry getting into position behind him. The head of Harry's cock felt warm and firm as it pressed against his arse, and Draco focused on relaxing his body, breathing deeply as Harry began to inch forwards. When Harry's hips were pressing into his arse, Draco finally let himself moan in satisfaction, rolling his hips slowly to grind down against Harry.

"Merlin, you look incredible."

Draco kept his witty retort to himself, reaching underneath his body to stroke his shaft firmly. He didn't want to ruin the moment by pressing Harry to reveal himself, but Draco would return to that point later. Right now, he just wanted Harry to move.

Over the months, either Draco had got better at shielding his thoughts or Harry had stopped trying to hear them. But that one thought had been broadcast long and loud, because almost as soon as Draco had wished it, Harry drew his hips back and thrust in firmly. Draco jolted forwards, sliding across the wet tiles and scrabbling for purchase. He finally found it, flattening his hand against some of the rough tiles and arching his back. Harry took the hint, thrusting in earnest as Draco worked to keep his balance with one hand, and wank himself in rhythm with Harry's thrusts with the other hand.

Apart from self-love, Draco hadn't had sex in years, and he could already feel himself approaching the edge. He held out as long as he could but Harry was good. Long, deep strokes, a steady stream of whispered praise and filth, and his hand skating up and down Draco's back; the sensations all added together to push Draco higher and higher. Dropping his arm down onto the tiles, and resting his head on it, Draco cried out as his orgasm washed over him. His stomach cramped and his limbs trembled, his hand aching from the curled position it had been in for a prolonged period, but none of that could detract from the pleasure that sparked from the base of his spine and radiated outwards.

Sagging against the tiles, Draco focused on catching his breath as Harry kept thrusting, lasting out for an impressive length of time before his thrusts faltered, and he curled over Draco's back, breathing heavily.

Raising his head slightly, Draco turned his head to the side and invited, "Are you coming to bed?"

Drawing his wand, Harry drew it down the cleft of Malfoy's arse, splitting the leather open.

"Potter! These trousers cost more than you'll earn in a lifetime!"

Harry barely registered Malfoy's indignant yell. He was too entranced by the base of a butt plug nestled between Malfoy's cheeks. Who the hell robbed jewels wearing a butt plug?

Reaching out, Harry ran his finger over the flat base of the plug, pushing against it gently. He felt, more than saw, the shiver that ran through Malfoy, and remembered the point he had been trying to prove. Closing his thumb and forefinger around the base of the plug, Harry pulled it out and tossed it to the floor. It was practically dripping with lube, so he felt no qualms about lifting his hand from his side, holding the torch out and pushing the base against Malfoy's slick entrance. Pushing it in slowly, Harry listened to Malfoy's breathing turn ragged as the first inch of the thick torch slipped into his arse. "And then the man will take whatever he wants. Mind, it looks like you'd enjoy that. Perhaps I should ring the police now, get you in prison before morning?"

Malfoy just grunted, and Harry pushed a little more of the torch into him. Sliding it back out, Harry thrust of forwards slowly, watching the moonlight bounce off the shiny black surface. He'd been thinking about this all day, and Harry let himself get lost in the steady in and out as he watched Malfoy's body shake. He was barely aware of Malfoy orgasming, or the tiny whimpers as Harry pushed him into overstimulation with the thrusting. The only thing that snapped him out of his reverie was the squawk of his radio.

"Foxtrot, Sierra. Current location, over."

"Bugger," Harry pulled the torch out and set it down on the floor, ending the spell on Malfoy.

"Then let's enjoy the ride," Harry answered, conjuring up a handful of lubricant before he jammed his wand into his robes. For all his complaining, Draco turned around and braced his arms against the wall, leaving Harry with the stunning view of Draco's robes swept to the side and his trousers down around his knees. Harry reached out, kneading Draco's buttocks as he used the other hand to smooth lubricant over his prick. When the hard flesh was slick and shiny, Harry stopped kneading Draco's arse and instead pushed two lube-slick fingers into it, making Draco bite down on his sleeve and whimper desperately.

Harry twisted and flexed his fingers, fucking Draco on them as he prepared him for something larger. Leaning forward, he licked a line up to Draco's ear and whispered, "Do you know how good you look, rocking back against my hand?"

"Harry, gods!"

"How good you feel, hot and tight around my fingers?"

Draco gurgled, wanton in his arousal as he pushed himself back on Harry's hands. Aware that they didn't have all that much time – and already aching to be inside Draco – Harry pulled his fingers free and shifted his hips into place. Holding his shaft, he teased the head of his cock over and around Draco's rim, loving the way the slick, wrinkled skin felt against his exposed head.

"Potter…" Draco's warning tone was no laughing matter, and as Harry didn't want to find himself tied up and with a severe case of blue-balls – as he had been left the last time he'd teased Draco for too long – he moved his hands to rest on Draco's hips and sheathed himself in one smooth, swift movement. He swore at the impossible tightness, Draco swore at the breath-taking intrusion, and they both shushed each other to avoid being caught.

Harry could see that Draco had a mouthful of his sleeve, and he busied his own mouth kissing and marking Draco's neck to stifle his moans. He let his fingers creep around Draco's side, stroking through tight blond curls to wrap around Draco's shaft. It fit perfectly in Harry's hand, thick and hard and just begging for him to flick his wrist and stroke up and down its length. Adding a little twist at the end that made shudders run through Draco's body, Harry had to sink his teeth into the back of Draco's robes to keep himself quiet as the tension and pleasure built. Pressed up against the wall of a storage alcove, balls deep in Draco Malfoy and so close to orgasm he could almost taste it over the expensive velvet, Harry had never been more aroused.

Draco keened into his sleeve, and Harry felt the hot strings of come fall over his fingers, smearing underneath them and dropping to the floor as he worked his hand faster up and down Draco's shaft, keeping it in time to his frantic thrusts as he sought his own release.

Tensing against Draco's body, Harry came with a muffled shout, almost choking himself on Draco's robes as he sucked in air to feed his desperate lungs. Spitting out the velvet, Harry dropped his head between Draco's shoulder blades and gasped to catch his breath.

"Bastard," Draco muttered, without any real feeling behind it as he tried to push his arse into the touch he was expecting.

Harry could have teased him some more, but his fingers were itching to be inside Draco, and he had to pull on his sac again to fight the urge to bury himself to the hilt. He may be ready to stop teasing for the moment, but he was nowhere near finished with Draco yet. Rubbing the pad of his forefinger through the slick gel, he circled Draco's furled hole slowly, memorising the feel of the wrinkled skin as if he hadn't done this a thousand times before. He could feel the muscle twitching under his touch, Draco's body as desperate as Harry himself to have Harry's fingers inside it. Finally relenting, Harry twisted his hand and pressed his finger into Draco's arse, all the way down to the third knuckle before he pulled it out and repeated the process. Draco's arse was hot and tight around his finger, but not tight enough that Harry couldn't squeeze a second digit in there, pushing two slick fingers in together and listening to Draco moan with arousal. Harry twisted and flexed his fingers, careful to avoid Draco's sweet spot as he opened Draco up for something bigger.

Using his free hand to stroke his own cock, Harry slid a third finger into Draco, following it swiftly with a fourth. Satisfied that Draco was open enough to take the dildo safely Harry pulled his fingers out, reaching out and wiping his hand off on his jeans. Walking back around to Draco's head, Harry moved the sandpaper and picked up his modified electric saw, turning round and holding it much like the action heroes held their guns in the movies.

Harry couldn't stop himself smirking at the way Draco's mouth dropped open in surprise, and though he knew it was in bad taste he put on an American accent and drawled, "Say hello to my little friend."

"Harry… shit… Harry!"

"Yes?"

"That's… and you… you can't… seriously?"

"This is my electric saw, with a few modifications. And yes, Draco, I'm deadly serious," Harry pressed his finger against the trigger button, making the dildo thrust frantically backwards and forwards for a few seconds. He could see Draco swallowing rapidly, obviously stuck between shock and blinding arousal.

"You're perverted."

"It's why you love me. But, if you don't want this pounding your arse while I fuck your face, I can go back to my magazine?" Harry watched as Draco closed his mouth and blushed furiously. Harry would bet everything he owned and his left testicle that Draco wanted precisely what Harry had suggested, but would probably choke on the words trying to say them.

"How do you think these things up?"

"I saw it in a movie once. You shouldn't go on fortnight long business trips if you don't want me to watch dirty movies and get wicked ideas. Now, do I do what I said, or do I go back to my magazine."

"Don't go," Draco answered, his cheeks almost as red as his arse as he tried – and failed – to look away from the dildo-saw contraption.

Knowing that was the best he would get, Harry held out his hand and Summoned one of the gags they had in their toy drawer upstairs. He put the saw on the side and crouched down, pleased when Draco's mouth fell open in preparation for Harry to slide the gag into place. Holding the ring gag up, Harry looked pointedly down at the ball in Draco's hand. "If it gets too much, drop the tennis ball, okay?"

Draco nodded – they'd played enough that Harry didn't doubt Draco knew what to do, and was clarifying more for his own sake than Draco's – and closed his eyes as Harry slid the gag into his mouth. Standing up to fix the buckle at the back of Draco's head, Harry stroked Draco's hair soothingly and ran his fingers down to trace along the leather coated steel ring, smiling when Draco's tongue flicked forwards to lap over his finger.

Leaving Draco for the moment, Harry picked up the saw and his wand, walking around to Draco's arse and concentrating on magic for the moment. Holding the saw at the approximate height it needed to be, Harry pushed it forwards until the dildo was half buried in Draco's arse. He could hear Draco gurgling with pleasure, and drew his wand to cast stasis spells. Moving his hand away, Harry smiled when the saw stayed in place in the air, as though held up by an invisible third. Holding his wand against the trigger button, Harry murmured a spell to depress the button and keep it in place, grinning as the saw flicked on – powered by magic instead of electricity – and began fucking Draco at a mind-blowing speed. Satisfied the saw wouldn't fall or harm Draco, Harry walked back to Draco's head and grinned at the look of sheer pleasure on Draco's face.

His eyes open and saliva running down his chin, Draco was gurgling incoherent words, tearing Harry's resolve into shreds and making his dick ache to be buried in Draco's throat.

Wrapping his fingers around his shaft, Harry guided his cock into place, groaning as Draco arched his tongue up to stroke it over Harry's exposed glans. With one hand on the back of Draco's head and the other curled around his jaw, Harry listened to the buzz of the home made sex toy and the whimpers coming from Draco's mouth as he slid his prick in and out of the welcoming heat. He loved Draco in this position; he could slide his prick all the way into Draco's mouth and down his throat, fuck him properly and listen to the way Draco gasped for breath and made encouraging noises each time Harry pulled his prick out.

When Draco's voice cracked on a strangled yell, Harry knew that vice around his balls or not, Draco had come under the dual onslaught, and that every thrust from here would be driving his sensitive arse further into the pleasure-pain realm of over stimulation. Close to orgasm himself, Harry tugged on Draco's hair to get his attention, and bit out. "I'm going to come on your face, okay?"

Draco hooked one leg up to wrap around Kingsley's waist, shifting the vibrator and sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He arched forcefully into Kingsley, pressing his weeping erection into the older man's strong thigh.

Running his hands under Draco's shirt, Kingsley stroked his back and moved down to cup firm buttocks, pulling back from the kiss just enough to growl, "Jump up," before returning to Draco's lips, intent on devouring them as the blonde allowed himself to be raised up and pinned against the wall. Kingsley flicked off the cock ring Draco wore, tossing it to the side before his hand moved back to find purchase on smooth globes, squeezing and rubbing as his other hand moved the vibrator, fucking Draco slowly on the plastic.

It didn't take long for his over-teased little sub to twist away from the kiss, head thumping back against the soft peach wall as he grunted, ruining Kingsley's shirt and messing up his belly with his release. Kingsley leant against Draco, pinning him against the wall as he eased the vibrator out and tossed it carelessly to the floor, lips moving to mouth Draco's neck reverently.

Draco whimpered as three fingers slid inside his stretched entrance, flexing and twisting to make sure he was properly open. He canted his hips as best he could, wedged as he was between Kingsley and the wall, trying to beg Kingsley for more. Of what, he wasn't quite sure; every muscle in his body was tingling with pleasure, but still he wanted more. As always, Kingsley read Draco's body like poetry, growling low in his throat as he undid hid trousers and thrust up into Draco. "Greedy little Tene, always wanting more."

Draco just nodded; too busy panting for breath to play into the light banter. He was tender, hyper-sensitive in the haze of his orgasm, and every slow thrust from Kingsley wracked through Draco's body like a thousand little deaths. He was too exhausted, too spent to come again, but the rub of Kingsley's coarse happy trail over his sensitive prick was making him harden, making his cock twitch and jerk between them as Draco moved his hands to scrabble with Kingsley's shirt, opening it and pushing it off his shoulders instead of it just bunching around his chest.

Skin finally revealed, Draco let his head drop forward, amazed Kingsley could support both their weights and still keep up such strong, sure thrusts. Putting that wonder aside to ponder later, Draco licked and sucked at the warm skin beneath his mouth, twisting his head to suck at the juncture between neck and shoulder, knowing it was a sweet spot that would make Kingsley moan. Sure enough, Draco felt the moan humming through Kingsley's chest, and he smiled softly before clenching down, fighting to keep Kingsley inside him.

Kingsley's thrusts became erratic, and his teeth sunk into Draco's neck as he pushed them more forcefully against the wall, coming hard. Draco let the sensations push him over the edge, a small amount of come trickling out onto his already-messy stomach. Slowly, still joined together, they slid to the floor, Kingsley twisting round to lean against the wall and settle Draco in his lap, his softening cock sliding free with a wet sound. . Running his fingers through Draco's hair, Kingsley tipped his chin up gently. "So, Tene, am I forgiven for my game?"

"It might take a little more to convince me."

Chuckling, Kingsley moved one finger to circle Draco's abused entrance, smiling at the hiss of breath. "Name your terms."

Draco's response was stolen by the slick finger sliding inside him, and he canted his hips downwards, impaling himself further on the slim digit and groaning with pleasure. "I like… nature…"

Leaning forward to worry a cherry-red nipple with his teeth, Severus smirked around the sensitive flesh, his tongue tickling it as he formed words, "That does not surprise me."

Though he'd chastened Draco, Severus could feel his own arousal slamming him for waiting, for holding back from the slick, wanton young thing begging so prettily for him. He slipped a third finger in, knowing Draco didn't really need it, but not wanting any mistakes out here in the middle of the jungle. He felt welcoming muscles yield to him, and pulled his fingers out carefully. Wiping the lubricant over his cock as best he could, Severus lined himself up and slid into Draco, dropping his head to the younger man's shoulder and smirking as Draco purred and bucked up against him.

As he thrust in a strong, steady rhythm, Severus listened to the filth pouring from Draco's mouth; intermingled with words of such uncharacteristic sweetness, Severus would have cried, were he that sort of man. But he wasn't, so instead he picked up his thrusts, hammering into Draco until the blonde's voice cracked and he could scream no more. Severus lived for the kittenish noises that were all Draco could manage when he was being thoroughly fucked, and he grunted as the blonde convulsed around him, squeezing his orgasm from him.

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. Continuation: Hands on Draco's hips, he helped the blonde up onto his knees and turned him around. Rubbing his erection against Draco's cleft, Severus pushed the blonde forward and guided his hands to wrap around the post at the foot of the bed. A whispered spell had a length of thick tree vine winding around the post and Draco's wrists, fixing the blonde in place.

Leaning back to admire the sight of Draco tied up, Severus dropped a stinging slap on the pale, perfect globe of Draco's left buttock, smirking when his lover whimpered and spread his knees wider, thrusting his arse out and presenting himself so delectably. It was a sight to behold, and Severus drank in every curve before he ran his hands to Draco's buttocks, spreading them open and watching the tight pink whorl flutter and flicker, crying out for attention in a way no words ever could.

Sliding along the bed, Severus positioned himself flat on his stomach, his elbows propped up as he held Draco open. He blew cool air across the delicate skin, delighting in the sharp sound of pleasure that escaped Draco's lips. He could see Draco's sac, rosy and smooth, and moved one hand to fondle the twin ovals carefully, applying enough pressure to make Draco writhe in his bonds but not to hurt the blonde. He reached his fingers further, smoothing along the silken shaft to the sticky tip, being rougher here; pinching at Draco's receded foreskin and flicking the sensitive head.

When he had a shivering mass of pleasure tied to the bedpost, Severus moved his hand back to its original place spreading the blonde, and moved in for the kill. He flicked his tongue over Draco's entrance, feeling the strong muscle tense and spasm under the attention. His hands gripped Draco and held him in place as his tongue licked and stroked the sensitive skin, finally furling and breaching Draco. In bed, Severus did not abhor messiness, did not mind the saliva trickling down his chin, hot and musky, as he made Draco whimper and cry out.

Before long, Severus could wait no more, and he drew back from Draco, moving to his knees and holding Draco still; one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder. In a slow, steady thrust, Severus penetrated the blonde, sliding into tight, welcoming heat as Draco keened at being split open with so little preparation. When he was fully seated in the supple body, Severus gave Draco time to adjust as he muttered a lubrication charm, knowing saliva would quickly dry, and not wanting to hurt his bond-mate. He chuckled darkly at the noise of surprise from Draco when he was filled with wet warmth, and bit the blonde's shoulder.

Sucking on the flesh between his teeth until it was an angry red; Severus hummed in satisfaction and drew his hips back, snapping them forwards and gliding smoothly over Draco's sweet spot. The hand on the blonde's shoulder moved to trace over his chest, pinching and strumming at Draco's hard little nipples as Severus thrust forwards and backwards in a rapid, heady rhythm.

Severus felt himself starting to falter, and he snaked his hand lower, curling skilled fingers around Draco's cock and rubbing firmly, directing the blonde's orgasm to stain the wooden post as Draco cried out and rippled around Severus.

Minor, vinganca.

Returning his wand to Draco's neck after casting a lubrication charm on his erection, Severus kicked viciously at Draco's ankles, widening the boy's stance to give himself room. He got his erection into position, pressed against Draco's tight, dry arse, and smirked. Resting his forearm across Draco's back, Severus pressed his weight into Draco and jolted his hips forward sharply, crying out at the impossible tightness that had no choice but to yield to Severus' onslaught. As he buried himself, he could feel Draco trembling and shaking, and knew this was hurting almost as much as the Marking had.

But, for Severus, it felt incredible. The lubricant made his journey easy, warming with the movement and, Severus assumed, with the addition of blood from Draco's torn walls. Forgetting about the world, about the stress of his double life and the risks he faced just by getting up and breathing each day, Severus lost himself in the clenching tightness, that both resisted his entry and clung on to prevent his retreat, fucking with wild abandon and not caring that he was grazing Draco's face on the wall, bruising his palms and chest with the forceful pounding.

Letting go on a growl of completion, Severus pulsed into Draco, filling him with seed. He tensed and flexed through the pleasure, waiting until his thighs had stopped shaking before he withdrew roughly from Draco. Keeping the boy pressed against the wall, Severus drawled, "That was the second Malfoy virginity I've claimed as my own. Admittedly, the first was thrown into my lap and the second was taken by force, but both were equally satisfying."