Prompt: You have drawn the Wheel of Fortune card, reversed. You must write a tale of bad luck, loss of control, or the desperate clinging to control. Ruled by the god Jupiter, the highest leader of all, the card indicates the theme of power and transformation. The powers that be foresee many words, but less than 953. You may learn more about the reversed card here for more inspiration.

Warning: BDSM, Smut

Draco knew that his relationship with Harry was fairly… unconventional, to put it lightly. Though when Harry had proposed his latest hair-brained scheme, Draco hadn't exactly leapt on the idea. But somehow, Harry used that damned silver tongue of his and Draco found himself lying on their bed as Harry used his favorite ribbon to tie off his arms and hands behind his back. "That should do it. I'm gonna put your wand in your hand, I know you can cast a wordless Lumos, just do that if you need to stop or need a break." Draco nodded, because that was all he could do. Harry had used some metal contraption that he'd claimed was a muggle invention, fastening it into Draco's mouth so that he was forced to keep his mouth open, unable to close it around the metal ring. All of that with the topper that he couldn't see a bloody thing, as Harry had found a kerchief and enchanted it so that the moment it was over his eyes, he couldn't see a thing. To say it was disconcerting would be an understatement.

He couldn't see even the smallest of lights coming in through the blindfold, left wholly and completely in the dark. He couldn't speak a word, deprived of possibly his most important sense, and he couldn't even reach out to feel Harry. The only reason he knew Harry was still on the bed was because he hadn't felt the telltale shifting of him leaving. "Damn," Harry said with a heavy breath, his voice turning into that low purr that often melted Draco and made his toes curl. "You look good like this, you know? Like a present just for me." He pulled Draco up to sit before pausing and handling Draco, pushing him until he was lying on his back, his head hanging off the bed. "Yeah. I like that. Deep breath."

Draco did as he said, taking a deep breath and surprised when he felt something pushed past the ring. He wasn't quite sure how to feel when he realized it was the tip of Harry's cock. Of course, a majority of the time he did love to get him soaking wet like this, but the way he was now, even if he didn't want to, there was no way for Draco to force him away. No closing his mouth, or pushing at him- "Hey, hey," Harry said above him, leaning forward and rubbing at Draco's sides to calm him down. "You're okay. I got you. Let me take care of you, Draco. Just let me take care of everything."

Taking a moment, Draco nodded again. He was alright. Harry was on the tip of his tongue now, and slowly pushing himself in. Draco pushed down his gag reflex, and tilted his head to allow him in further. He heard Harry groan as he started to go faster and right. He needed to be breathing through his nose or he'd probably end up choking. Harry just was using him like he was some sort of thing, completely ignoring his own need, and… It had a heat beginning to curl below his stomach. As he started to swirl his tongue, he realized that he was liking this. Liking Harry being the only one with control. Well, not the only one. If Draco wanted, he could light his wand and stop it all. But he didn't want to. Harry was grunting now and pistoning into him. It felt like he was going to come any minute- On his face. Not down his throat, he just did all over his face. When this was over, they were going to be having words.

He was suddenly pushed up and turned around, laid back out on the bed but now his legs were hanging off. "Draco, you have no idea- That looks so hot on you- I've always wanted to ruin you. Look at you. You're a mess." As Harry spoke, one hand crept around the shaft of Draco's cock, beginning to pump it with the lube that made it filthy wet just like Harry liked it. Draco felt the other hand at his entrance, Harry circling his finger before plunging it in sharply. Draco gasped and moaned through the gag, his back arching. "There it is," Harry cooed, keeping it fast and rough instead of deferring to his usual gentle love-making that he so adored. "You look good like this, all tied up for me. Cause you're mine, aren't you?" He pushed another finger in and started to scissor him open. "Tell me."

Draco tried to vocalize it as best he could, nodding as his hips began to buck up into one of his hands, then down into the other. Harry was practically surrounding him and he had no choice but to take it all, but Merlin did it feel good. Whatever response he gave must have been satisfactory, because Harry pushed a third finger in and started to curl them all to that button that always immediately had Draco on the edge. He just needed a little more, just a little- "Come for me," Harry hissed into his ear with a pull and twist of his cock.

Crying out as he came, Draco felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, staying on that high for longer than he could remember before, only coming down when the blindfold and device were taken off, Harry wiping his face off. "Shh, you did so good, Draco, god you were so hot. Are you alright? Do you need anything?"

"Water," he groaned.

Harry nodded, helping him sit up and stretch. "Yeah, I'll go get some." Maybe… They'd have to do something similar again.