Chapter Twelve: Draco
Draco barely felt Harry sucking intently on his neck, he was so focused on Harry's hand around his cock.
So close … oh Merlin, I'm so close…
'Harry,' he tried to moan, but a muffled groan in the back of his throat was all he managed with Harry's hand still firmly over his mouth. He bucked his hips against the hand Harry had around his cock.
'Are you close?' Harry whispered into his ear, sending pleasant shivers through Draco's entire body. He nodded eagerly.
'Cum for me,' Harry demanded, holding Draco to him with delicious strength and latching his lips onto Draco's shoulder. Draco shuddered as he came, his cum swirling in the water.
'You're so perfect.' Harry praised, giving Draco's shoulder a kiss and standing up, pulling Draco with him. Together, they stepped out of the bath, dried themselves off and dressed in the fresh clothes Dobby had brought them.
They left the bathroom and Draco went to walk back into the bedroom, but Harry caught his hand and stopped him.
'Hang on a second? I want to change the room.' He said quietly, leading Draco back to the hallway with the horrible dancing trolls' tapestry.
'Why?' Draco asked. 'I thought we would stay another night?'
'The night is still young.' Harry winked seductively, making Draco blush. They now stood in the hallway and Harry was eyeing the light pink tinge creeping up Draco's throat, which, of course, only deepened it to a deep red. No one else made Draco blush like Harry did.
'So adorable,' Harry mumbled. 'Stay still while I … talk to the room.' Harry said, and Draco nodded, looking out the dark window while Harry paced. Harry had told him it was Thursday evening, and it was a cloudy, windy night. The kind of night that was perfect for sharing a bed with someone.
'Ready?' Harry pulled Draco's attention back to him. Without hesitation, Draco put his hand in Harry's and let the Gryffindor lead him back into the room.
My Gryffindor. He's my Gryffindor.
The room had changed completely. Draco came to a sudden stop when he first walked in, and Harry laughed.
'What do you think?' Harry asked. Draco had to swallow a few times, since his throat had suddenly gone dry.
'We don't have to do anything you don't want to.' Harry said, standing in front of Draco with concern in his eyes. Clearly, he'd misunderstood Draco's silence.
'I want to try it all,' Draco said, his eyes wide and curious. 'I don't know what a lot of it even is.' He admitted. Harry smiled and led him across the room. The room was perfectly square and the only familiar object inside was the huge four-poster bed. Along one wall was what seemed to be a display full of balls and metal with straps attached, leather looking handcuffs, and whips. The rest of the room was bare.
What, in the name of Merlin, has my Harry got in mind?
Why do the handcuffs look so … inviting?
Draco trailed his fingers along the display while Harry hung back.
'You pick what you want to use.' Harry said softly. Draco glanced over his shoulder at Harry curiously.
Wait … I get to choose?
I'm not even sure what it is that I'm choosing!
'I don't-' Draco blushed again, trailing off and looking away from Harry. 'I don't know what most of this is.'
Draco felt Harry behind him, wrapping his arms reassuringly around him and nipping playfully at his ear. Draco felt like jelly in Harry's arms.
Take me, Harry. Please.
'That's fine, Draco. What do you recognize?' Harry asked gently, pulling Draco reluctantly out of his thoughts.
'The riding whip.' Draco whispered. His father owned a horse ranch somewhere in Italy and he'd insisted Draco learn how ride with the best instructor. Yet Draco couldn't imagine for the life of him why a whip would be in a bedroom.
'Mmmm, good. Anything else?' Harry asked, sounding a little husky. Draco scanned the rest of the shelving, but shook his head, no. He just wanted to be touching Harry, pleasuring Harry. He didn't understand what all the equipment was for. Harry nodded and moved so he now stood in front of Draco.
'This,' he picked up one of the balls with straps attached, 'Is a ball gag.'
'Gag?' Draco asked, a little shocked, even as his cock twitched. Harry grinned mischievously.
'It'll do the same job my hand did when we were in the bath earlier.' He said, and Draco blushed, feeling the beginnings of all the blood in his head moving south.
'I see,' he finally said, sounding a little choked.
'Oh, you will.' Harry promised with a wink as he put the gag back in its place, to pick up another.
'This, is a spider gag.' Harry said, showing it to Draco, who ran his fingers along the metal curiously.
'How is it a gag?' he asked.
'Just imagine, Draco, your mouth around that metal, unable to close, with your lips out of the way' Harry ran a finger along Draco's lips as he spoke, his eyes hungry. 'Imagine what I could do to your perfect mouth while you're wearing it.' He said, pushing two fingers into Draco's mouth. Draco couldn't stop the excited moan that he emitted, automatically sucking on Harry's fingers with relish.
To Draco's immense disappointment, Harry pulled away to put the second gag down. Draco whimpered and pouted, causing Harry to chuckle as he picked up the leather look handcuffs. Draco noticed the fluffy lining as Harry showed him.
'Fluffy handcuffs. Not your normal, metal ones, these ones are nice and soft so that you won't get hurt while I play with you.' Harry grinned wickedly, putting the handcuffs down and picking up a pair that were much larger. These ones were attached to what Draco thought was an ordinary Muggle belt and two normal sized handcuffs connected to the top of the belt. These cuffs weren't quite as soft looking at the first pair had been.
'Thigh cuffs.' Harry said simply, but unable to hide his smirk, 'This will allow me to cuff your hands to your thighs.'
Draco felt his cock begin to strain at his jeans painfully.
Merlin, I can't imagine what Harry would do to me, but I want to try all of it.
'So, Draco, how about the fluffy handcuffs first?' Harry offered, and Draco nodded enthusiastically.
'Then strip.' Harry ordered, and Draco rushed to rip off his clothes, but Harry stopped him, placing a hand on Draco's. 'Slower. I want to enjoy it.' He said, guiding Draco across the room so they were next to the bed. Harry sat in an armchair that Draco hadn't noticed before, waiting expectantly.
Feeling only slightly self-conscious, Draco began to take his clothes off for Harry. He went to take off his jeans first, but Harry shook his head.
'Shirt first,' he commanded, sending shivers down Draco's spine. Draco complied, slowly lifting his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. His hands went to his jeans button again, but this time he paused and looked up at Harry.
'Can I? Please?' he asked, almost begging. Harry nodded, looking pleased.
'Since you asked so politely.' He said proudly, and Draco ripped off his jeans and boxers, forgetting that Harry had asked him to go slowly, in the excitement to free his straining, leaking cock. He gazed at Harry expectantly.
'Come here,' Harry said, his voice dangerously low. His expression was unreadable, and his tone sent shivers of nervous excitement through Draco, but he complied, walking forward so he was directly in front of Harry.
'On your knees.' Harry said, not looking at Draco until he was on the ground in front of him. 'Did I, or did I not, tell you to strip slowly?' Harry said, raising one eyebrow. Draco's eyes widened.
'I – I'm sorry.' He stammered, but Harry silenced him with an almost withering look.
'Stay there, Malfoy. Do not move a muscle.' Harry said, and Draco swallowed. Draco had tensed when Harry had reverted to calling him Malfoy, but a part of Draco had understood. He had disappointed his Harry.
Harry's voice had Draco horny as anything and wanting more, but simultaneously a little nervous. He listened as Harry moved to the collection of equipment and slowly made his way back.
'Do you trust me, Malfoy? Answer.' Harry whispered in Draco's ear.
'Yes, I trust you.' Draco breathed. His cock twitched in agreement.
'Good, if you ever want me to stop, you say the word emerald, and I will stop everything immediately without question. It is your safe word, to protect you. Tell me your safe word, Malfoy.'
'Emerald.' Draco whispered, licking his lips. He was rewarded with Harry kissing his shoulder, and then everything went dark.
