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Time stretched, then stopped, and everything dimmed. His vision failed as the blood rushed to his ears, pulsing somewhere behind his eyes. Falling apart, he gulped down the air, emptying himself in Draco's mouth.
The last jolt of pleasure shot through his body and vanished as everything fell silent. Harry's body softened, relaxed, and fell back onto the pillow, painting white sheets with red drops of blood from his cuffed wrists.
Draco swallowed, licked his lips, rising on his elbows. Shifting, he flattened himself by Harry's side and landed his palm on Harry's heavily breathing torso. Caressing Harry's stomach with his fingers Draco radiated contentment.
"Am I delusional again, or could it be that you called my name when you were coming?"
Harry opened his eyes in confusion, peered into the derisive eyes of his tormentor, but when blood flooded his face along with the memories, he averted his gaze.
"Did you enjoy it?"
Draco asked, his tone relentless,
"I can make it even better."
But without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Harry's hair and licked his lips, letting Harry taste himself in his mouth. Parting from Harry's lips, Draco sat up on his knees,
"Now let's try again. You know how to lick ice cream, right? Open your mouth and make me feel good."
Draco's naked body emitted the heady scent of arousal as the clear evidence of his passion, filled with blood, spilled crystal drops on the crumpled sheets. The back of his right hand came up to Harry's cheekbone, slid down his prickling skin, before the curious thumb hooked Harry's bottom lip and parted his clenched teeth. Draco's face flushed as his eyelids dropped, half covering grey irises. His thumb sneaked deeper, rubbing Harry's tongue before pinning it down and using his grip to tug Harry's face closer to his groin. The violent-red head appeared in front of Harry's face as another crystal-clear drop beaded out of Draco's slit. Harry closed his eyes, unable to watch.
"Look at me."
Draco forced out, smearing precum all over Harry's red, bitten lips. Harry scowled but complied. Locking his gaze with Draco's, he struggled for a moment but overcame himself and flexed his mouth, taking the wet tip in.
"Now be a good boy and listen to what I say. Try to follow."
Draco licked his lips. His chest billowed with ragged breathing as Harry's tongue merged with the slippery head. Warm drops spilled all over Harry's mouth and his throat closed up in a reflex. The nasty, gut-wrenching disgust struggled to overpower his self-control but he fought it. He had to get this over with.
"Relax your throat and take it deeper. As deep as you can. That's right, good boy."
Draco let his head fall back, revealing a long throat with a well-defined Adam's apple. His chest rose and fell in a hastening pattern as his fingers weaved with Harry's long raven black locks,
"Now stick your tongue out,"
He said, his voice low and hoarse. His hand imposed a certain rhythm to Harry's movements, chasing his pleasure,
"Lick it as if it's melted ice cream. Yeah, right… very good… from all sides… ohhhh damn…"
A soft muffled moan broke out from Draco's lips, and Harry almost choked on saliva. His gaze darted from Draco's throat to the rippled relief of his torso, where flexible muscles constantly rolled under the pale skin with every slight movement of his body. Thick veins, pumped with blood, showed through the skin on his neck, arms, and groin. Streaming down the length of his cock, they pulsed on Harry's tongue. Harry's cheeks warmed and uneasiness settled in his lower body. He squirmed.
Draco's smooth skin, stretched over firm muscles, gleaming with tiny droplets of sweat. The gliding sensation in Harry's mouth, and a potent smell emitting from Draco's heated groin, messed with Harry's head. Boiling blood rushed down his lower abdomen and his flesh hardened as the cock in his mouth swelled, ready to spill. Ashamed, Harry squirmed again, trying to hide and subdue his physical reactions.
Draco's gaze, fogged with languor, groped Harry's body, but when he reached his lower part, it cleared and focused. Draco glanced at him and his lips parted in astonishment.
"Wow. You got a hard-on from sucking me off?"
He pulled out so fast that Harry didn't have a chance to react. A wet, disgusting sound assaulted Harry's ears. A few drops of saliva left his mouth and rolled down his chin, leaving wet sticky trails on his skin.
Draco swallowed and silver flames of passion swirled in the depth of his eyes. He leaned forward, and a soft, warm tongue brushed over Harry's chin and lips, gathering the moisture. Harry recoiled, wiping the kiss off on the pillow, uncomfortable and ashamed for his body reactions.
The chains clanked, releasing the hold on Harry's handcuffs. Sagging against the pillows, as if in a comfortable chair, Draco grabbed Harry's wrists, dragging him closer.
Struggling, fighting himself, Harry obeyed. He tilted his head, bit his lip, crushing the remains of his pride, lowered onto Draco's lap, using the man's shoulder for support, painting them in a dirty red of his dried blood. Trying not to draw attention to his manipulations, he landed as far from Draco's hard cock as he could, then let out a soft breath. His gaze ran all over the muscular torso in a desperate search for a weak point. Failing.
The skin to skin contact made him even more aware of Draco's and his own nudity. The hot skin under his sweaty fingers, Draco's audible breathing, the coolness of his thighs under his ass, and the air, running along his hot and exposed crotch—everything assaulted his senses. Everything was against him.
Draco swallowed. Swathes of mist swirled in the abyss of his eyes. Arousal painted his face, intensifying the red of his lips as firm fingers squeezed Harry's buttocks, tugging him closer.
"Kiss me,"
Draco ordered. His pupils, taking all the space, pushed the irises to the edges, shrinking them to tiny rings. Harry's face twisted. His gaze jumped around the room, searching for any possible escape route, not willing to follow the command.
"I gave you a clear order, didn't I? Should I force you?"
Harry's lips quivered as he looked down at Draco's lips. A pathetic smile bloomed on his face when he mentally gave up. His limbs weakened, his throat sore, and a bitter taste flooded his mouth. Something twisted in his stomach and he felt the point of gravity shift, moving in his guts, creating a small black hole. This hole sucked in his internals, emptying his body from everything unnecessary, trying to reach the perfection of void. Defeated, smashed by his complete insignificance, Harry whispered,
"You are such a bastard. I'll kill you with my bare hands."
His lips, barely done talking were instantly covered by Draco's, and the salty taste of blood filled his mouth again.
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