Chapter Seventeen: Harry
Harry had a fistful of Selene's hair and was holding her head on his cock, encouraging her to take almost his whole length. As he came into her mouth, she struggled to keep her lips tense so she wouldn't dribble. She was enthusiastic and didn't do the worst job, but she was still learning, and she was messy.
'Clean me up.' He grumbled. She immediately retrieved her wand from amongst her clothes and cleaned up the mess around Harry's crotch.
'You need to get back downstairs.' Harry said gently, but he pulled her onto his lap and kissed the top of her head. He allowed her to snuggle against him for a few moments, watching Olivia tease Lucas. Harry didn't miss Selena's body tightening as they watched.
'Maybe I can talk to Olivia, see if they'd like to do a similar scene with you?' Harry offered. Selena gazed up hopefully at Harry.
'Oh, would you?' she asked.
'I will, if you get dressed and finish your shift.' Harry teased, gently pushing her off. He watched her while she carefully dressed herself.
'I'll talk to Olivia tomorrow for you, Selena, I promise.' Harry said, before Selena left. She beamed at him and blew him a kiss before she disappeared through the door.
Harry went to turn his attention back to Olivia and Lucas, when one of the Domme's who worked for the club came in.
'Master?' she asked respectfully.
'Mistress Beth,' Harry greeted her. 'What brings you here?'
'I have found a sub with an abusive partner. I've removed the Dom from the premises, but I think the sub needs your care more than mine, might I bring him in?' Beth asked, quietly, not wanting to disturb the scene in the room.
'Of course. Where is he now?' Harry asked.
'Just outside the door. I've fed and bathed him, and he's borrowing some of your spare clothes you kept downstairs. I hope you don't mind but his Dom didn't let him wear any.' Beth's mouth was an angry line.
'Merlin!' Harry growled. 'Bring him in and wait by the wall together. Olivia and Lucas should be done in a moment.'
'I will, Master. Thank you.' Beth gave Harry a little bow with her head and left the room. Harry sat back in his armchair, seething. He hated anyone who never bothered to learn how to properly care for their partners, Dom's especially.
Harry could tell Lucas was nearing the end of his control, and he kept his eyes fixed on the blonde. He wasn't sure Olivia had noticed. He was so focused on the play in front of him, he barely heard the door opening and closing, and certainly wasn't aware of Beth leading the sub into the room.
'Ah! Red light. Red light.' Lucas moaned, shuddering and slumping against the cross.
'Oh, my Lucas!' Olivia exclaimed, immediately dropping her dominant role and untying Lucas from the cross. Harry calmly stood to help, letting Lucas lean on him while Olivia fumbled with the buckles that held Lucas in place.
'I'm sorry,' Lucas was mumbling.
'No, shush, Lucas, you did the right thing. Master, may we?'
'Go.' Harry said gently. 'I don't want to see either of you for at least four nights. Talk it out, take care of him.' Harry planted a kiss on each of their foreheads.
'I'm so proud of you, Lucas.' Harry whispered into Lucas' ear before Olivia guided him out of the room. Once the door had closed Harry turned his attention to Beth, who was holding the hand of the new sub she'd rescued.
Harry's heart caught in his throat. He couldn't breathe.
'Master,' Beth started, but Harry silenced her by holding up one finger.
Gently, Harry placed his hand over the sub's eyes, watching his entire perfect body tense up, Harry waited to feel the subs eyelashes brush against his hand before guiding his face up.
'Keep your eyes closed, you're safe with Master.' Beth encouraged, but she shot a confused look to Harry, which he missed, since he was so intently focused on the blonde in front of him. The sub took a deep breath and nodded, some of the tension leaving his shoulders.
Harry slowly took his hand away. He didn't usually greet subs this way, but the resemblance was so uncanny, he had to be sure. He didn't want to risk the sub seeing his look of utter disappointment if he was wrong.
But Harry was right.
Harry looked to Beth and gestured to her to leave.
'Are you sure?' Beth asked, and Harry nodded, watching the blonde's head twitch towards Beth in confusion.
'I'm leaving now, Draco. But you're safe here with Master. You have my word.' Beth said, eyeing Harry meaningfully as she spoke. Before she left, she placed a gentle kiss on Draco's cheek, making Harry frown.
As soon as the door had closed behind her, Harry circled around Draco once, hungrily eyeing his high school boyfriend up and down. He'd grown taller, but Harry was still a good head taller than Draco. Draco had stayed lean and slender. Oddly, his nose wasn't as straight as Harry remembered.
When he was standing in front of Draco again, he gripped Draco's chin gently. Draco started, but didn't otherwise move, nor did he open his eyes.
'Perfect.' Harry couldn't help himself, he had to say something. 'You're so damn perfect.'
Draco's nostrils were flaring. Harry had continued to bathe in lavender since school, so he knew exactly what Draco was smelling. Slowly, cautiously, Draco's eyes opened, and silvery grey met green for the first time in five years.
'Harry?' Draco breathed in surprise.
'Hello, Draco.' Harry said, finally letting go of Draco's chin. Draco's eyes filled with tears and he suddenly jerked forward, his fingers gripping Harry's shirt and leaning his head against Harry's chest.
My Draco. He's found me. My Draco.
Harry was so caught up in his own shock that Draco was in front of him and touching him, he didn't realise he hadn't physically reacted. He realised he wasn't hugging Draco back when Draco began to step away, apologising for acting rashly.
'No, come back!' Harry said in a panic, moving forward as Draco moved back and tightly wrapped his arms around the blonde, stroking his hair with one hand.
'Draco,' Harry crooned, kissing the top of his head to stop himself from saying my Draco.
'Harry,' Draco's voice cracked, and he began to cry.
Carefully, Harry lifted Draco up into his arms and carried him bridal-style out of the room. He carried him upstairs to his personal apartment on the third floor, where he took Draco to his bedroom. Gently, Harry sat at the top of the bed against the headboard, adjusting Draco so he sat comfortably in his lap.
'Let it out,' Harry murmured, rubbing Draco's back. 'I'm here, Draco, I've got you.'
They stayed there until Draco cried himself to sleep, and Harry gently tucked him into his bed. After making sure there was a glass of water on the bedside table for Draco, Harry settled himself into the couch at the end of the bed and he, too, fell asleep.
