Author notes: ok Harry Potter isn't mine, it's JKR's. The song isn't mine either it is called "First Orgasm" and is by the Dresden Dolls. The lyrics are what I'm having Harry say. The other parts are Draco. This isn't a particularly gentle story. But the Dresden Dolls' songs tell a story and I needed to write something. Please don't read if slash, sexuality, or if you think this may offend you. I don't want to get flamers over this story, but if I get them I'll just find something to cook on them.
I woke up hours before his as usual. I don't think he'd think otherwise but I still hear the familiar whimper and his hand searches the covers for me. He is so lazy but today he makes it up before noon.
It is a Thursday
I get up early
it's quite a challenge
I'm generally
lazy
I sit in my study watching him make his way to the kitchen. He looks so sleepy. He'll want to do his usual morning stuff so I left his laptop on the table. It is a horrible muggle contraption. Of course I only say this because he takes it everywhere, and I do mean everywhere.
I
make some coffee
I eat some rice chex
and then I sit down
to
check my inbox
I crawl over to him. I kneel before him and put my head in his lap. He hasn't looked down at me yet.
I only read a word or two
I stare
across the street and see the churches and the blue
Oh he won't look at me. I better make this good. I'll put him in his place. He is mine, and he better know that.
The first orgasm of the
morning
is hard and raw as hell
there won't be any second
coming
as far as I can tell
Ah there we go. I love to hear him groan. I love that I can make him do this with out much work.
I arch my
back cause
I'm very close now
it's very cold here
by
the window
He is nearly there. Here comes my prize.
There are some
school kids
yelling and running
I barely notice
that I am
cumming
He final looks down at me. The pleasure and pain I give him has worn him out. It's racked his body.
The first
orgasm of the morning
is like a fire drill
nice to have a
little warning
but not enjoyable
I'll keep him mine forever. He used to belong to the world. He used to belong to his friends. Now he is only mine.
I am too busy to have
friends
a lover would just complicate my plans
I will never
look for love again
I'm taking matters into my own hands
He doesn't love me. It's just lust on his part. I'm not his lover, I'm his owner. He is mine and I make him realize that everyday.
I
think I could last at least a week without someone to hold me
I
think I could last at least a week without someone to hold me
won't
you hold me?
His body shivers and he asks me to hold him. I wrap my arms around him till his shaking lessens and then I continue to hold him. Maybe one day he'll actually love me until then I'll force him to stay. After all I am his owner.