Chapter Four: Draco
Draco was leaking pre-cum, he was sure of it.
'Maybe I want to do something to you, first.' Potter said. Draco felt his eyes light up.
What does Potter want to do to me?
Casually, Harry lifted the hand that had been on Malfoy's hip, and pulled at Malfoy's white shirt, untucking it.
'But only if I'm right.' Harry said, his hand pausing and lifting his eyes to gaze into Draco's. 'Only if you want this as much as I do.'
Take me, Potter. Merlin, I want you in every way.
'I-' Draco started, but Potter distracted him by pulling out more of his shirt.
'Hm?' Potter hummed into Draco's ear, sending jolts of electricity straight down to his already straining dick.
'Yes.' Draco groaned, thrusting his hips against Potters. But Potter pulled away and Draco whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. Potter still had Draco pinned to the wall by his wrists, but that was the only place they were touching.
More. Need more of him. Need to feel more of him.
Draco strained against Potter's wrists, but he couldn't move. Potter smirked and Draco felt his insides melting.
More like they're leaking out of me.
'You want me?' Harry said, his green eyes serious and unwavering. Draco nodded.
'Tell me you want me.'
'I do. Merlin, I want you, Potter.' Draco gasped out.
'Ask nicely.' Potter smirked.
'Please, Potter. Please. I want you. I want you to take me, please, Potter.' Draco couldn't get the words out fast enough. Potter grinned his cocky grin and let go of Draco's wrists. Draco tried to move forward to meet Potter, not sure if he was going to grip Potter's shirt in his hands or wrap his arms around Potter's neck, but Potter's voice stopped him.
'Kneel.'
Draco didn't hesitate, he dropped to the ground. He was sure he would bruise later, but right now he didn't care.
Draco watched as Potter untucked his own shirt and unbuttoned his trousers. Draco moved his hands to do the same, but Potter's voice stopped him.
'No.' he said. That one word banished all doubt from Draco's mind. In this moment, his body belonged to Potter. Draco dropped his hands obediently, crossing his wrists behind his back.
Potter had pulled out his cock, and Draco felt his body clench in anticipation. Willingly, barely giving it a thought, he opened his mouth.
So. Big.
'Do you want it?' Potter asked. Draco only nodded.
'Please, I want you.' Draco begged. He had never begged this much, or for this long, before, but here, in this moment with Potter, it felt right. Potter moved forward, but he didn't push his hips towards Draco's face like Draco was hoping. Instead, he reached out with his free hand and roughly grasped Draco's chin.
'So ready for me?' Potter asked. Draco couldn't move, but he groaned. Potter's thumb traced along Draco's lower lip while he began to jerk himself off. Draco whimpered.
'Please, I want-'
'I know you want it.' Potter interrupted. 'But the thing is. You can't have it.'
Draco's eyes lifted in shock.
'You can't have it, yet.' Potter said, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he did, Potter slipped his thumb into Draco's mouth.
'Suck.' He commanded. Draco didn't need to be told twice. He sucked on Potter's thumb as enthusiastically as he would Potter's cock.
Potter's cock that he was literally drooling for a taste of.
Draco could only watch as Potter jerked himself off in front of Draco, while he dutifully kept sucking on Potter's thumb.
'Open. I'm going to cum into your mouth. You are not to let your mouth touch my cock. Understand?' Harry grunted, his hand moving from Draco's chin to weave through Draco's hair, holding his head still. Draco opened his mouth wide eagerly.
True to his word, Potter came, hard and fast, into Draco's mouth. Draco didn't let a single drop go to waste, swallowing it all. Draco was so careful to not let his lips wrap around the delicious cock in front of him.
Potter's deep groans of pleasure as he came were music to Draco's ears. He decided then and there that he would do whatever it took to hear those groans again.
Once he had tucked himself back in, Potter's eyes met Draco's, and Draco felt himself melting under the intense gaze.
'Stand up.' Potter finally said. Draco complied, purposefully moving towards Potter as he did so, hoping for more. But Potter held Draco's chin again, with a far gentler hand than before.
'Do you want more?' Potter asked softly. Draco nodded enthusiastically.
'Please. Potter, please, I want more.' Draco was begging again. Potter just nodded, and cupped Draco's hard member through his trousers with his free hand. Draco felt his eyes roll into the back of his head.
'Please… I need…' Draco trailed off.
'I know what you need. That's why I'm not going to give it to you.' Potter spoke against the shell of Draco's ear.
'No, please. I'll do anything. Wasn't I enough? Please-'
'You did so well today, doing as I asked. But I want you to wait a little longer before I give it to you.' Potter said, and he stepped away from Draco to gather his school things from their workstation. Once he had everything, he raked his green eyes up and down Draco's body unashamedly, hovering over Draco's hard-on.
'You're not allowed to cum until I say you can.' Potter ordered. Draco felt his heart clench in frustration.
'You can't tell me what I can and can't do with my own dick.' He did his best to sneer, turning to brush past Potter and pick up his school bag. He'd barely made it two steps when Potter stepped in front of him to block his way. Draco almost slammed into the other Seeker's beautiful body.
'You said yourself that you want me, Malfoy.' Potter reminded him in his velvety voice that left Draco's knees trembling. Draco lifted his chin stubbornly.
'You don't have that much control, Potter. Not everyone wants to fall at your feet and realise your every whim.' Draco mocked, but it sounded hollow even to his ears.
'No, not everyone does.' Potter agreed, moving forward so his chest was pressing against Draco's. 'Just you.'
With a firm hand, Potter reached out to rub Draco through his trousers.
Draco tried not to react, but the more he tried not to react, the louder he groaned and the more his hips thrust against Potter's, seeking friction.
'Potter.' Draco tried to sound commanding, but as the name spilled out of his lips it sounded more like a prayer.
'Don't you Potter me, Malfoy. Delayed gratification is the best kind of gratification. If you want me, you'll do as I say. You will not cum and you will wait for me to decide when we meet again. Do you understand?' Potter said, his lips brushing against Draco's with feather lightness as he spoke. Every touch sent electric tingles across Draco's lips and down his body.
Draco wondered if he would explode.
Merlin, I want to know what kissing him would feel like.
'I understand.' Draco murmured with a frustrated reluctance.
Potter nodded, a self-satisfied smirk on those damn lips of his.
'See you round, Malfoy.'
