Chapter Thirteen: Harry
'Harry, what-?' Draco sounded almost panicked, but Harry shushed him gently.
'It's a blindfold. It's just to heighten your senses. If you're scared, or uncomfortable, all you need to do is say your safe word. But you're with me, and I promise to look after you, OK?' Harry waited for Draco's nod before continuing. Harry had chosen a black silk blindfold, he felt it suited Draco best.
'Stand up for me, Malfoy.' Harry said, holding Draco's hand and helping him to his feet, then guiding him towards the bed. Harry knew from experience that balancing while blind could be a challenge for some people. Before Draco could sit on the edge of the bed, Harry stopped him, picking up the leather thigh cuffs and putting them on Draco.
'Since you cannot follow a simple instruction, you don't get those fluffy handcuffs tonight, Malfoy.' Harry explained, trying extremely hard not to kiss Draco's very temping erection as he tightened the cuffs.
'Are you OK so far, Malfoy?' he asked silkily. Draco nodded and Harry directed Draco to sit on the bed, then crawl away from the edge on his hands and knees, so his feet and bare arse were poking over the edge of the mattress. Harry connected the matching leather handcuffs to the thigh cuffs, admiring Draco being face down in the mattress with his perfect arse in the air. He gave Draco's balls a squeeze, his own cock tightening at the sound of Draco's moan. He rubbed his hand on Draco's backside, giving it a light slap.
'Do you feel how your body is positioned right now?' Harry asked.
'Yes.' Draco said, a little unsure.
'I don't want you to move. Not a single muscle. Do you understand?'
'Yes, I understand.' Draco said. Harry noticed that Draco's cock was beginning to leak.
And I've barely touched him.
He's so. Damn. Perfect.
'Now, Malfoy. I did tell you to undress slowly, didn't I? Answer.' Harry said, tracing his fingers up and down the length of Draco's spine, admiring the goose bumps that rose on his flesh.
'Yes, you did.' Draco said. 'I'm sorry, I-'
Draco gasped in surprise as Harry gave him another slap on the backside, this one a little harder than the last. Harry rubbed the spot his hand had landed while he spoke.
'Did I ask you to speak? No. You do not speak unless I say you can. Do you understand, Malfoy? Answer.' Harry said, watching Draco's body language intently.
'Yes, I understand.' Draco said, his voice strained. Harry made a mental note to himself to talk to Draco later about how he should be properlyaddressed.
How do I want Draco to address me? Maybe Draco will have some ideas.
'Remember, Draco. If this gets too intense, you know what to say. OK?' Harry said, his voice soft again.
'I know what to say.' Draco said. Harry was unsure if Draco realised Harry had dropped his façade for a moment; he made another mental note to explain in more detail later.
'Good. Now, for disobeying me, I'm going to spank you. Fifteen should be enough. I want you count, out loud, every spank I give you. And I want you to thank me for every spank. Do you understand, Malfoy?'
'Ye – yes.' Draco groaned, sounding strained, doing his best to push his beautiful arse against Harry's hand. Harry grinned to himself and made sure he was properly lined himself up alongside Draco. He pulled his hand back.
'Ah! One.' Draco said, sounding surprised. Harry waited, silently counting to five in his head.
'One, what?' he lowered his voice.
'Thank you!' Draco gasped.
'Don't forget again.' Harry said, warningly. 'I won't let you get away with it next time, understood, Malfoy?' he said.
'Y-yes..' Draco stifled a groan. Harry spanked Draco again.
'Ah, two. T-thank you.'
Whack.
'T-three. Thank you.' Draco was gasping.
Whack.
'Four. Thank youuu.' Draco was tensing his legs. Harry was being sure to rub the areas he spanked, and not hit the same spot, but he was going slowly. He had an inkling that Draco was enjoying this far too much.
I won't punish that, but I can use it to my advantage. Oh, Draco, you perfect little sub.
'Are you enjoying your punishment, Malfoy?' Harry sneered. Draco froze under his palm for a moment.
'Ye- n -no.' he mumbled.
'I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I said,' Harry gripped Draco's hair and pulled his head up, talking into his ear, 'Are you enjoying your punishment?'
'Yes!' Draco said, breathless.
'You're a horny little painslut aren't you, Malfoy?' Harry dropped Draco's head back onto the bed.
'Y-yes.' Draco admitted, surprising Harry.
'At least now you know.' Harry said smugly.
Merlin. Let me keep him.
'Keep counting, do you remember where we're up to?'
'Number Five.' Draco said, without needing to think about it.
'Good boy, for that I'll take one off your punishment.' Harry said, as he pulled his hand back again.
Whack.
'Five, thank you.' Draco groaned. Harry could see Draco's legs were starting to shake. Assuming it was because he wasn't used to holding them in this head-down-arse-up position, he sped up the spankings.
'Four – fourteen. Thank – thank you.' Draco gasped a few moments later. Harry quickly undid the cuffs and helped Draco ease his body forward on the bed so he was lying slightly on his side, massaging his legs once he'd put a pillow under Draco's head.
He left the blindfold on, assuming Draco would take it off once he was ready.
'You promised me fifteen.' Draco mumbled. Harry shook his head.
'No, Draco. I took one off your tally, remember? Besides, your perfect arse is red enough for now, I think.' Harry said proudly, giving each of Draco's red cheeks a kiss.
'But-'
'Yes, your butt has received enough for now.' Harry interrupted. Draco mumbled something into the pillow.
'Are you complaining?' Harry asked, incredulous.
'I was so close.' Draco said. Harry smiled and got off the bed. Draco made a move to sit up, but Harry had his strong hands around his hips and pulled Draco easily off the bed. While making sure Draco could stand on his own feet, Harry whispered in his ear.
'You were that close to coming, were you, Malfoy?' he asked. Draco nodded eagerly, his breath quickening.
'Can you kneel?' Harry asked, watching as Draco eased himself onto the ground.
'Yes.' He confirmed, confidently.
'Tell me, Malfoy, what do you want?' Harry said.
'I want…' Draco trailed off, and Harry furrowed his brow, waiting.
'I want you to fuck my mouth, please. And … I want your permission to cum, please.' Draco said quietly. Harry almost swooned. He gazed up at the roof.
Merlin. Please. Let me keep him. Or let him keep me, I really don't care anymore. I don't want to lose him.
'Open your mouth, Malfoy.' Harry ordered, growing painfully hard as Draco complied, even sticking out that perfect tongue just the right amount. He quickly stripped off his clothes and pushed his rock-hard cock into Draco's mouth.
'Ah!' Harry had to bite his lip to control himself.
Fuck me, he's perfect!
'You will cum, after me.' He growled, almost coming undone as he spoke. 'Do you understand, Malfoy?'
Draco hummed and nodded, his tongue wrapping around Harry's cock as he sucked. Harry buried his hand into Draco's hair, setting the speed. Draco gagged quietly a couple of times, but each time he did, he surprised Harry by pulling away from Harry's hand so he could go further. He was stroking himself while he sucked Harry off, and it was almost a perfect sight.
With one hand Harry took off Draco's blindfold.
'Look at me when I cum.' He growled. Those silver-grey eyes complied, dark with lust as they were. Harry couldn't take it. With a groan he pulled Draco against him, his cock disappearing into Draco's mouth. Draco's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he greedily took all of Harry. As Harry was about to pull himself out of Draco's mouth, Draco groaned again and came in his own hand.
Bloody, fucking, perfect.
