Draco's forehead glistened with sweat as he sat in a chair blindfolded, his Slytherin green boxers being his only piece of clothing. He bit his lip anxiously as he heard his lover's footsteps behind him. Draco strained against the magical bonds that tied him to the chair, desperate to touch his lover.
"Easy there, pet, or I might think that you don't want to be here." Draco's struggles immediately ceased. He heard his lover stalk around his chair, trailing his wand across Draco's naked chest. Shivers erupted from Draco and he heard his lover chuckle. "That's better."
A soft sigh escaped Draco's mouth when his lover's wand abandoned his chest, missing the contact. His sadness was short lived, however, as within seconds the wand was replaced with his lover's finger. Tingles exploded from Draco's chest as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
His lover crouched down next to the chair and Draco could faintly feel his breath moving his dap hair. "Do you want to be here, pet?" Draco swallowed and nodded stiffly, not wanting to blindly hit his lover. "Good." His lover's voice was barely a whisper in the quiet room.
Draco held his breath when he heard his lover stand up and stalk to the other side of the room where the bed lay. Straining his ears, Draco desperately tried to hear what his lover was getting up to, but it was as if he had created a silencing charm around the bed. Draco silently cursed, hating but also loving the suspense his lover had left him in.
Draco had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn't heard his lover come up to him until he felt something smooth on his bare leg. His breath hitched as he realized what his lover had gone to the bed for: the riding crop. Biting his lip in anticipation, Draco knew better than to beg, as it did nothing to speed up his lover. If anything, Draco's begging stretched out the wait.
Sensing that Draco couldn't wait much longer, his lover lifted the riding crop from his thigh only to slap it back down with a sharp snap, eliciting a loud moan from Draco. The blonde strained against his bonds, desperate to relieve the ache that had been present in his boxers since he'd sat down.
"P-please…" Draco choked out, his voice barely a whisper, "please." His lover crouched down next to him, the crop still resting on his now red thigh.
"Please what, pet?" The authoritative tone in his voice made Draco's ache worse. His lover tapped the tent in Draco's boxers playfully, enjoying the blonde's desperation.
"Please… let me cum…" Draco tilted his head back, desperate for relief. He heard his lover chuckle.
"Do you deserve it, pet?" Draco frantically nodded, his voice caught in his throat. The pressure building in his gut was unbearable. "Alright, pet, I'm feeling generous. Cum. Now." His lover's tone was demanding, but Draco did not hesitate in obeying.
Moaning loudly, Draco sprayed rope after rope of cum into his boxers. Draco's head fell back, his body exhausted at the force of his orgasm. His lover touched Draco's, now flaccid, cock through his boxers, causing Draco to whine; his body already overstimulated. His lover chuckled and withdrew his hand before he stood up. Draco made a small noise of protest and his lover bent over him, inches away from kissing his plump lips.
"I've decided I'm not going to fuck you tonight, pet. You get to wait." Draco immediately began to protest, begging his lover to fuck him hard, before the man in question closed the inches between them and kissed him forcefully. "I love you."
The tender words from his lover signaled the end of their sexual activities, and Draco's bonds were removed with a wave of his lover's wand. Draco lifted his hands and removed his blindfold, looking deliriously up at his lover, his head still in the clouds from his orgasm.
"I love you too, Harry." His lover smiled and kissed him again.