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"Please…"

Harry barely heard his own voice. His head spun, skin burning, but inside he was freezing. Even his own pulse beating in his throat betrayed him, squeezing his windpipe, leaving him with no air.

Draco smiled and landed on the bed by his side; the mattress bounced under his weight. A cool palm touched Harry's cheek, gliding up and down his skin. Draco asked maintaining the derisive tone.

"Please, what?"

Leaning forward he kissed Harry's lips.

"Please, tell Grindelwald not to come…"

Draco's palm, oddly gentle, moved up and caressed his tousled locks.

Damn it, I must look miserable and weak. Even this bastard seems to feel sorry for me. Harry squeezed his eyes shut,

"Will you be obedient?"

Harry nodded not saying a word, but his face couldn't conceal the storm of emotions shredding his soul apart and twisted in a grimace. Draco barked the order, discarding his remaining clothes with urgency; black pants first, then briefs and socks,

"Tell Gellert not to come."

Harry kept his eyes shut. He didn't want to see what was about to happen. He didn't want to see Draco naked, but a soft metallic clang, coming from above, drew his attention and he instinctively looked up.

Draco licked his lips and fiddled with the chain; the pressure on Harry's straining arms subdued.

Draco's hips positioning uncomfortably close to Harry's face made him shrink back. A firm hand, grabbing the chain between his cuffs, hoisted him up, forcing Harry to lift his upper body.

Standing on his knees on the soft bed, Draco gave a silent order with his chin.

"Is it really so bloody great to force someone to do something like this?"

Harry's cheek twitched, betraying his inner struggle. He jerked the chain out of Draco's hands and propped himself on one elbow.

Damn… He caught his breath as the inevitable approached his mouth. Harry swallowed and closed his eyes as soon as Draco's semi-hard cock touched his lips. The soft scent of body wash, mixed with the sharp smell of arousal, intensified. Draco's hot cock, pushing through Harry's lips, glided along his tongue, sliding deep into his throat, taking all the space in his mouth.

Wanting to retch, Harry gripped Draco's hips and pulled back, in an attempt to avoid a gag reflex. Saliva flooded his mouth, but he didn't want to swallow. Letting the liquid escape his lips, he screwed up his face, feeling a gut-wrenching tornado of suffocating disgust.

He felt the blood pumping in Draco's cock with his tongue; the throbbing pulse radiated to his jaw and temples. Harry tried to turn his brain and feelings off. Not involving his tongue, he let Draco's cock slip in and out of his mouth in a monotonous, mechanical rhythm. His head moved, but his thoughts travelled far away, melting somewhere on the edge of a dream and reality.

But it didn't last long. Savage fingers grabbed Harry's hair, tore his face away from his groin, and threw him aside. Draco complained, his voice dripping with venom,

"You are terrible. Look, it's getting soft!"

Harry retorted, rolling on his side, hating to see Draco naked and secretly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand,

"If you wanted a high-quality blowjob, why didn't you call for a professional?"

Draco chuckled, making Harry cringe. His strong hands pushed him further onto his stomach, then squeezed his strong shoulders, massaging them.

Cool fingers kneading tense muscles warmed up Harry's skin while moving along his spine toward the small of his back. Harry gulped when they skated to his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. Using his cuffed hands for support, Harry bowed his back, glancing over his shoulder. Draco's face bore a serious expression while he examined the spot,

"Look, perfectly healed,"

Draco blew a cool, strong stream of air on his entrance. Harry's shoulders tensed, and he lowered his head trying to kill all emotions. A rapid drumming in his chest resounded in his fingertips.

"Still scared?"

Draco's voice was barely audible and filled with something that in another time Harry would identify as sadness. Draco opened his mouth as if wanting to say something else but changing his mind, probably thinking that rending the air wouldn't change anything. And yeah, no matter what he said, Harry wasn't interested in listening.

Draco licked his index finger and pressed it to his hole, probing its softness. Harry flinched, goosebumps erupted all over his body as his heart drummed in his throat, then moved to his ears. He grasped the bed sheet, crumpling it in his fists as his forehead rested against his white knuckles. Draco man snapped, jerking Harry's shoulder, locking their eyes together.

"I've already said that I won't hurt you. Why don't you believe me?"

Harry yelled; his body shook with adrenaline,

"Who in their right mind would ever believe you, you twisted bastard? Do you even know much how it hurts? Let's switch and I'll show you!"

Draco smiled, and his eyes softened. Harry groaned and yanked the chain.

"What's so funny? Let me go. I'm tired."

But Draco's smile transmuted into soft chuckling. He pressed his palm to Harry's back, pinning him down to the soft mattress,

"Hurt you say? Let me apologize to that place I hurt so badly."

He spread Harry's cheeks again, and the wet warmth of his tongue landed on his tender opening. Swirling around the creasy skin, it probed its way in.

"What the hell are you doing? Stop it!"

Harry's ass and back tightened. He tried to squirm away from Draco's mouth. The chain strained, clanked, and the evil steel of the handcuffs bit deep into his wrists, drawing fresh blood. His heart pounded. It was hard to think, hard to concentrate on anything other than the tongue burning his anus.

"What am I doing? Apologizing. Don't you feel it?"

Draco purred and added a finger to his tongue. The first knuckle, covered in saliva, slid into his body with slight resistance, and in a second, a whole finger pushed its way in. Draco's tongue, rounding the rim, tried to shush the small spikes of pain. Harry stopped breathing. His muscles, paralyzed with fear, cramped around the man's finger, preventing him from moving.

"Relax,"

Draco said, his other palm landed on Harry's buttock and rubbed it as his finger wiggled inside, searching for something. Harry's face tingled with the pumped blood. The disgust at the act of coercion was driving him insane. He didn't know where to put his face, how to calm his heart down, or how to get rid of the annoying noise in his head.

"On your back."

Draco ordered, withdrawing his finger from Harry's insides. Fighting the sickness and swallowing his pride, Harry rolled over. The coolness of the bed sheets met his hot back, edging his feelings. Bringing his forearms to his face, he shielded his eyes from the shame and reality.

Draco moved between his legs, spreading them wider. His palms landed on Harry's knees, travelled along his thighs, to meet in the center. Harry squirmed when one hand picked up his flaccid cock as the other sneaked under his balls and cold fingers pressed against his anus.

"Stay still."

Harry sucked some air in through clenched teeth when Draco's finger urged its way in, and a burning sensation spread through his passage. He expected the pain to worsen. It never did, instead, his cock was plunged into the torrid depth of Draco's mouth. The man's finger, probing its way blindly, stirred something inside and an itching, electric impulse ran from the bottom of his core and spread through his body, sending slight tremors to his limbs.

Harry's eyes flew wide open, his forearm slid to his mouth, shutting off his unborn moan.

What the hell? This sensation was different from anything he'd experienced before. Harry tried to swallow, but his mouth dried up. The places Draco touched burned. Inside, where the finger slid up and down his rectum, was the beginning of a powerful conflagration. The heat radiated through his body, mixing with shame and humiliation.

This isn't happening… This is not happening…With all his soul, Harry wanted to exterminate this moment from his memory by replacing it with something else.

Draco's mouth froze against his cock and his breath, that was hot only a moment ago, cooled down on Harry's wet flesh. The man wiped his saliva glistening mouth with his forearm and crawled up the bed until his face was level with Harry's. His rapid breathing tickled Harry's lips. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and Draco growled,

"Don't you dare close your eyes. Look at me when I'm blowing you."

Harry met his merciless grey eyes with his hazy gaze, and a cocky smile inhabited Draco's face. He nodded, licked his lips, and slid down again, closing his mouth around the reddened flesh, pushing a hoarse breath out of Harry's lungs.

A stubborn tongue circled around the head, gathering the first precum drops from the slit, then drifted lower. Stilling for a second, it rubbed across the frenulum, sending jolts of ticklish pleasure through Harry's body.

It felt weird and wrong, but somehow the order that Draco had brushed against his lips never let Harry look away. Through the smog of his forced arousal, battling to keep control over his body, Harry stared at Draco's face amazed with one thought, how the hell can anybody look that smug with a cock in their mouth? But the thought melted in a heartbeat, yielding to the strained pleasure.

Draco's tongue slid down Harry's length, circled around the drawn-up balls. Skimming lower, it met with his finger somewhere in the depth and his nose brushed against tight balls, rolling them around.

Fighting the upcoming orgasm Harry bit his lip again, but the pain only spiked his sensations. His head was heavy, hot, and thoughtless. It fell backward, stretching the skin on his throat as harsh, accelerated breathing broke out of his chest in a pulsing manner. Looking for a support, Harry's fingers grasped the chain as his toes curled, crumpling the bed sheet.

A painful electric ball, charging in his lower abdomen, reached its limit and was about to detonate. Harry clenched his muscles, trying to suppress the inevitable.

"Draco, stop…"

He whispered, losing control over his body, but his words only encouraged the man. Draco's fingers became forceful and the flicks of his tongue even faster,

"No… I don't want to…"

Harry wrenched his head, fighting his body, quenching a groan. A violent electric discharge stroked through his core, sending vicious waves to his limbs, enveloping him in a hot, maddening climax. He doubled over; a chain clanked, stretched to the limit.

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