AN: And here we are at last!
Chapter 6: Daddy Knows Best
Usually it was the patients who got nervous before appointments, but Draco had never had such an important checkup to perform in his entire life as the one he had before him now.
Harry had bestowed upon him something incredible, something so precious in calling him that name—Daddy. Harry was holding a glittering crown above Draco's head that he now need only rise to meet.
To himself and to Harry, Draco swore he would ascend to become worthy of such a thing. It was all making him feel uncharacteristically humble, but perhaps that was how he was meant to feel when his old rival, savior of the world, kissed him for the first time and not the other way around.
It was Harry who had wanted—no, needed—to kiss him. That was Harry's first addition to their rules, the kiss to seal them. Such a traditionalist Harry Potter seemed to be for his darker appetites advertised in that dirty magazine, having needed the date and the kiss to make a proper start of things.
Draco's proper start involved getting a proper look at Harry. He'd sent the man back to his flat and given him thirty minutes to clean up—himself or the rooms, whichever was worse—before he could expect a home visit from Healer Malfoy.
Harry had seemed just fine with the physical inspection when Draco brought it up before, but once Draco mentioned they'd be conducting the exam in Harry's flat was when he got visibly sweaty. What, did he have dildos lying about everywhere, or had he just been putting off laundry for a decade? The nerves set in for Draco when he realized he was going to find out the answer to that question, and many other questions by seeing Harry's living space. With Harry's mental state he couldn't picture anything too put-together, but Draco really hoped it wasn't downright filthy.
Depression and anxiety made cleaning seem monumental, this Draco knew well, so he wouldn't be harsh unless food was out in the open.
Draco spent the last few minutes of the thirty he'd given Harry standing at attention in front of the grand fireplace where the Floo was in the Manor. He counted down the seconds on his watch, comforted by the repetition of the numbers and the constant circular motion of the second hand.
The bells chimed and Draco didn't dare waste a second more. He threw down the Floo powder and shouted his destination clearly before the system took him up.
Where it spat him back out was a humble flat, but thankfully not a dirty one. No dildos either, unfortunately, but maybe Harry had gotten to hide them in the timeframe Draco gave him. Now all Draco could imagine was behind any of these doors lay a sea of sex toys ready to burst forth.
Harry kissing him like that had jumpstarted Draco's imagination it seemed, as Harry really was giving him ideas on purpose now, no doubt about it.
The living room that Draco stood in now looked like the victim of a hasty cleaning spell storm, but was otherwise unremarkable. He did note the Safeword scroll on the coffee table with some delight. Was this where Harry had written his responses? "Harry?" he called out to the flat. The walls were mostly bare, and his voice echoed off of them.
"Oh, shit! One second!"
A crash came from one of the closed doors and Draco couldn't help but giggle imagining Harry trying to hide a pile of sex toys. "Take your time," Draco allowed him, amused with Harry's attempts to make this place more presentable to Draco.
In the meantime Draco set to snooping, because why wouldn't he, this was a golden opportunity. The kitchen was right next to the living room and said a lot about a man, so Draco went there first. Mostly-clean dishes, acceptable counters, dry basics in the cupboards—but where was all the food? There were snacks, and garnishes, and even some base ingredients but where was the food?
Draco went to the fridge for the moment of truth. He opened the main door and the upper ice box at once to reveal—wow. Nearly completely barren. Draco shook his head. At least there seemed to be a lot of takeout in the trashbin.
"Hey," Harry called out from the bathroom door, quickly closing it behind him so Draco couldn't see how he'd moved all the debris from the main areas into hiding. "You're here, what, a minute and you're already spying?"
"This is patient research," Draco replied smoothly, closing everything he'd opened with a deliberate look to Harry for each cabinet to express his medical opinion through eyebrow raises. "I don't need to lecture you on the benefits of a balanced diet, though, do I?"
"Now that would be torture," Harry countered, rolling his eyes and remembering Draco's 'fun at parties' joke. "Come on, where are we doing this?"
"This stool looks of suitable height." Draco pulled one out from the kitchen counter. "Here, sit." Draco took a quill from his robe pocket, having changed into the white Healer uniform for the effect and for the fact that he kept spare blank patient sheets in the inner chest pocket.
Harry sat down and tried his best not to reach for the side of his head. He wanted to tug on just a few strands of hair, just one or two thick ones… He shivered. Draco had told him to wear a tank top and pants so he'd done just that, and was feeling properly exposed for it. Thankfully Draco seemed to be keeping his eyeing of him quite tame and medical for the time being.
"So," Harry started, sitting up straighter under Draco's gaze. Harry had been the one to say it, that forbidden word to start off this whole thing, and oh, how worth it everything was to see Draco's face when he did. Harry could live through this, even if it was awkward, because he'd already made the most mortifying step, right? "I'm not calling you that all of the time, Draco."
"Please," Draco responded brightly as he set up his quill to take notes. "Only use it when you feel moved to—I mean that." Draco paused once everything was all set up and ready. "It sounded lovely," Draco told Harry, voice low. "The way you said it."
Swallowing hard, Harry tried his best not to turn entirely red now that his shoulders were out in the open. Even they tended to turn pink when he got embarrassed. "Thanks."
"Shall we begin? Please, stand up for me."
Harry stood from the stool and stared forward. Was he supposed to act a certain way?
"And please, do remember to breathe, Harry. Relax," Draco instructed, pressing his palm between Harry's shoulderblades to steady him.
"Right, relax," Harry breathed.
"I'll talk through everything I do," Draco informed him, a tactic for the more skittish patients. "And I already have your measurements from the muggle shop yesterday so that's quite a bit off my list. Here." Draco spoke the incantation to summon a scale. "Step on," Draco invited and recorded the result before transfiguring the scale into a stethoscope. "And I assume you know what this does?" Draco joked.
With every eyeroll out of Harry came a laugh as well. "Yes, I'm meant to yell into it, right?"
Draco made a horrified but amused face as he approached with the cold metal dial. "Please don't actually do that."
"I won't," Harry said.
Trusting his word on that, Draco put in the earpieces and directed the charm-heated dial to Harry's sternum. "Breathe in," Draco instructed. "And out." He repeated this process several times, sliding his hand beneath Harry's tank top to get more accurate readings than listening over the clothes. "And in, and out."
Focusing on his breathing did help, Harry had learned about himself in therapy. Harry was in control of his breath now, and in control of his hands as they hadn't gone to tear out his hair once yet today.
"Your heart is strong," Draco murmured. "And lungs clear."
Harry had known this, but the information still made him smile. Hearing it from Draco was different.
"You may sit again." Draco withdrew the stethoscope, putting it to the side to bring out a simple wooden slat. "Now, say 'ah'."
"Ahhh," Harry said, voice cracking slightly as the tongue depressor pushed down harder than expected. Whatever he saw down there Draco seemed to approve of, and moved on to cast light into his ears to check them next.
"All clear. Now, if you could please remove your glasses so I can check your eyes."
Harry swallowed and removed the circular frames. He placed them to the side and looked back up to Draco. "Please don't make me look at one of those 'E' charts," he half-begged. They were the bane of his existence as a child, the Dursleys furious with him each time he got one wrong because that meant he needed glasses and they had to spend money on him.
"While it would be fun to see you fumble with one," Draco admitted, lighting the tip of his wand and holding it before Harry's eyes. "I'm testing your reflexes here. Try and keep both eyes on the light." He moved the wand back and forth slowly, watching how Harry's eyes twitched to attention trying to follow it.
From Harry's point of view a blurry man was waving the sun in his face but thankfully it was over soon.
"You can put your glasses back on, now. Outstretch your arms next—I want to see if your wandwork got any sloppier after school and if it's giving you tendinitis."
"Was good enough to beat you in a duel every time we tried," Harry recalled airily while Draco pretended he didn't hear. In the background the quill scratched away at Harry's patient for and he tried to sneak a peek at what it was writing.
Draco inspected Harry's arms, coming to focus on his right forearm, manipulating the muscle there with some focus. "Hmmm."
Harry's eyebrows shot up. "'Hmmm' what?"
"Oh, this here, hm…"
"What?" Harry demanded, eyes wide.
"Yeah, this right here? We're gonna need to amputate," Draco finally got to his punchline, laughter coming uncontrollably when he saw Harry's face turn from concerned to enraged.
"You-! Fuck you," Harry said and bit back a laugh of his own. "You had me worried."
"You don't have much to be worried about physically, Harry. You're near underweight, but not at any risk," Draco gave it to him straight, figuring Harry didn't need sugarcoating right now. "I say that as a Healer, I point out, because I don't want to encourage or give you any kind of complex about your weight. As long as you're eating healthily," Draco said with a pointed glare at the fridge. "Your body would carry any weight well. It's your stress that makes you ache, I can tell you have pains just from the way you're sitting wound so tight. You're a handsome man, Harry, haven't I told you that?"
Harry's outrage from the joke was all but forgotten when Draco spoke like this. "You have," Harry nodded, smiling and casting his gaze down bashfully.
"Good bone structure, excellent, soft skin—you're quite the specimen."
Now Harry was really going red. "Thanks."
"Now, we've reached the portion where I ask a handsome young thing like you what you've been getting up to with the boys," Draco prefaced. The way he said 'the boys' made Harry laugh so at least this wasn't too uncomfortable just yet. "I want to hear your sexual history in a greater capacity than simply being a Healer," he made clear. "So please, start from the beginning, and with as much detail as you deem necessary. I want to hear everything you want to say."
Harry swallowed. He'd known this was coming. Without the social lubricant of alcohol this was going to be rougher than the discussion at the bar had been. Harry was glad they'd had that discussion, though, considering where they were now.
They had kissed, and the world hadn't ended or anything. Harry wanted to do it again, but was having trouble figuring out where that factored into a Healer's appointment.
"Well, my first time was with a boy my age. It was after the war, after I got my own place and things started to calm down a little. I went to the busiest club in London that night because I—well. I had almost just died a virgin, Draco."
Draco held back a little laugh. "Sorry," he said for laughing.
"No, it is funny," Harry allowed. "And since this is no longer me speaking strictly with my Healer, I want to hear all of this from you, too."
Harry's interest in him made the eleven year-old boy in Draco go absolutely googly-eyed. He was reining in the desire for sappy looks as an adult now, but only just barely. "Of course, you can ask me anything you like."
"When was your first time?"
"Fifth year, with a boy in the year above us, Klaus Weber. He's some big name banker now, got a wife and kids, and we haven't spoken since he graduated and the war started up," Draco shrugged. "We were both experimenting, not looking for anything lasting, and that worked just fine for me."
Harry nodded slowly, trying to imagine what that life was like—the life of the kids who'd actually gotten laid at Hogwarts. He remembered being jealous of them, and not really understanding it, but they really had been just children then.
"But please, I would love to hear the end to your story. A couple of sloppy blowjobs in the broom closet wasn't exactly the time of my life," Draco snorted.
Harry couldn't help but laugh with him on that one. "Yeah, well, my first time was pretty good. I went to the club, and I was just so, so frustrated. I think I must have looked angry as hell, but apparently that worked for this guy. He was the first to approach me, first to buy me a drink, so he was Mr. Right as far as I was concerned. That, and he was a muggle, so he had no idea who I was. That was great."
"If you'd gone to a wizarding gay bar everyone would have been all over you, that's true," Draco nodded. "Some in the wizarding LGBTQ community can keep secrets, but some can't. You would have been exposed in more ways than one."
"Exactly," Harry nodded. "So Kenny—Kenny Peters, was his name. He was tall." Harry forgot to describe the rest of him because he was imagining him too hard. "Right, er, tall and good-looking. So the conversation got back to what we were doing for the night and where we lived and…" Harry made some vague hand motions. "I went home with him. He showed me a lot of stuff, and I think he only realized I was a virgin like halfway through. I was scared to tell him, though, and he was scared to bring it up after so we never did talk much about it. But it was good for me, and I'm pretty sure it was good for him, so… no harm no foul?"
Draco had promised not to judge and so he just nodded. "I'm glad it was good for you. Did you find yourself less frustrated after that night?"
Now that he wasn't sure on. "In some ways, yes. In some ways, more frustrated than before. Kenny was nice and all but he didn't want a relationship so that was that." Harry shifted on the stool, spine cracking with the movement.
"Wound so tight," Draco remarked again.
"My bones feel like they're in the wrong place sometimes," Harry remarked a bit miserably. "You weren't wrong about the pain."
There were a few things that Draco could think to do to relieve that pain, but they had to get through this first. "How many men did you sleep with after Kenny?"
"Four more. The one after Kenny lasted the longest—Sam, two months. We had dates and things, and then some weekends together." Harry frowned to remember how he'd hoped for more back then. "How many men have you slept with?"
"I've had direct contact with seventeen different men, but there have also been cases in the clubs where others watched and interacted," Draco admitted freely.
Harry's throat clenched. Draco Malfoy, clad in leather and absolutely dripping with men while one took care of him between his legs? Yes, this was like no Healer's appointment he'd ever had before. "Wow," was all Harry could say before realizing that was probably an insensitive thing to say in the first place. "I mean, like, in a 'good for you' kind of way."
"I think I know what you mean," Draco nodded, signaling with his gaze to Harry's pants.
When Harry looked down he was horrified to realize he was getting stiff from all this talk. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry—"
"Don't apologize," Draco interjected quickly. "It's a natural reaction. You needn't ever apologize for that."
"I mean, it's not even fully, you know," Harry felt the need to point out.
"Right," Draco grinned. "I'm sure. Well, my longest relationship was half a year, when I was twenty-three to twenty-four. It was a wonderful introduction to bondage. Learned to tie my ropes by hand that year. His name was Alfie, and he liked to be completely immobilized."
Harry licked his lips. Draco took note.
"Harry," he started carefully. "Might you like something like that?"
"Yes," Harry answered quickly.
"Then we've arrived at the last part of my exam." Draco took out a blank sheet of parchment from his pocket for the quill. What he was about to write down did not fit into any hospital intake category. "Where I ask you what you like, what you love, what you want to try, and what you don't. I already have some answers from earlier, but let's build a rapport, shall we?"
Draco was so animated about this, and that kind of sincerity couldn't be faked. If Draco wasn't careful then he'd slither his way into Harry's heart caring about him like this. "Yes, let's, then," Harry replied.
"I would like to indulge you in your lingerie fantasies you mentioned," Draco began. "Is that something you're open to?"
Had Harry mentioned that? Well, he had gone on quite a bit about the material of the clothes those women wore. Harry was a tactile man, and everything from the dessert they'd had last night to now was a physical phenomenon with Draco. This man made Harry's whole body feel charged, from his crown to his toes and some key spaces in between.
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "I've never tried it, I've been too embarrassed." He laughed even though nothing about that was funny, rubbing the back of his neck searching for a hair to pull.
"There's no need to be embarrassed. I think you'd look darling in some knickers and heels," Draco declared proudly. "I've donned my fair share before."
"You have? Are there pictures? Now I need pictures."
"You can take some yourself later. Down, boy," Draco teased. "You're an eager one, aren't you?"
Harry nodded. "I would also like," he now had the footing to say. "For you to indulge me in other things. I've never tried much of it, but… I think I would like to be spanked."
Watching Harry Potter squirm and ask him for pain was as close to a religious experience as Draco had ever had. "Yes, I would be honored to provide that for you. Have you given any thought to the device? Hand, cane, crop, paddle…"
"Yes," Harry said. "To all of those. And more. I haven't tried much, but I want to try." His cock had hardened to an almost painful point, throbbing as he spoke. It made him feel so easy, and that shame only fueled further desire.
Draco's eyes were centered on Harry's cock through his pants, outlined from how erect it was. It had grown considerably so Harry's earlier comment about it not being at its full potential yet was accurate, it seemed. A grower, not a shower. How cute. "Stand up," Draco spoke like a command.
Harry stood up, hands folded behind his back.
"You know your safeword? To snap if your mouth is full?" Draco reconfirmed.
"Yes," Harry nodded, a shiver overtaking his whole body.
"It seems we have quite the starting point figured out, then," Draco said with a wicked smile. "All I need is your permission to start."
"You have it," Harry assured him. "Please." Please take control, please make this easy for him.
"Oh, so you do know how to be polite?" Draco taunted, eyes going dark with lust. His shoulders shifted, his whole posture changing, slanted. "You'll do well to remember your 'please's and 'thank you's with me. I like my boys polite. Sometimes I like them rude too, but you ought to be polite today. You do want to make a good first impression, don't you?"
Harry nodded.
"Speak when you're spoken to."
"Ah, yes," Harry nodded.
"Good boy."
Those two words almost buckled Harry at the knees. Draco took note as Harry tried to recover from it, hard and wanting.
Draco shed his Healer's coat into a puddle of white on the floor. Beneath it he wore a white button-down and black trousers, black pants beneath. "Now, let me really see what I'm working with here. Take your shirt off."
"Yes." Harry easily slid out of the tank top, tossing it to the counter and looking back up at Draco. Now there was one tall, good-looking man. His hair looked like gold spun to platinum silk the way the light bounced off of it. This whole flat looked really different now that he'd taken the blackout curtains down in a panic.
The sun was an invariably good thing with Draco around, even if he whined about how he burned, because the sun truly made Draco shine.
Draco's bright eyes scanned the newly-revealed flesh with a lick of his lips. He stepped up, prowling forth like a panther onto his prey. "Tell me," Draco said, pressing an index finger to the bottom of Harry's left nipple. "Are these sensitive for you, Harry?" Draco got his answer right away at how Harry gasped, the pink flesh perking up to be touched.
"Yes," Harry whispered back anyway, figuring it would be rude not to. He let out a squeak when Draco closed his thumb and forefinger over the pink nub, rubbing between his fingertips as Harry squirmed harder than ever before.
"Very sensitive, then," Draco said and released the nipple. "Perhaps that's why you want a bra so badly, hm? Keep those perky little tits safe." Draco reached out for the right one and pinched it.
Harry jumped, cock straining against his pants all the while.
"I think they're pretty," Draco decided. "You're going to be fun to play dress-up with. You want to keep playing with Daddy?"
"Yes, yes I do," Harry nodded, his stomach flipping to hear Draco call himself that with such confidence. It made Harry want to say it again, but how without sounding awkward or forced?
"Then take off your pants. I want a better look at what's mine," Draco ordered.
With some effort because of his erection Harry slid off his pants, leaving himself completely naked in front of Draco who remained completely clothed.
"Stay still," said Draco as he began a prowl in a circle around Harry, around the stool he'd been sitting on. Draco pulled it out from behind him and put it back underneath the counter, eyes on the prize the whole time: Harry's beautiful arse. "Oh, yes, now there we go." Draco slid his hands down Harry's bare back, slow and steady, until they came upon the globes of his arse to squeeze and fondle them.
"Oh?" Harry let out.
"Yes, 'oh' as in 'oh, that's the sweetest arse I've seen in my life'," Draco confirmed.
Harry laughed, disbelieving but flattered. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome, pet." Draco brought both hands back to give Harry's cheeks a smack. The sound was loud enough to reverberate off the bare walls.
The sting was light but perfectly present, sending chills all up Harry's spine with his surprised yelp.
"I'll paint you red another time. For now I have one last thing I need to check," Draco narrated just as he said he would in the beginning of this appointment. Draco walked back around to face Harry, all-too happy to be greeted with the sight of his hard-on.
Without hesitation Draco sank to his knees in front of Harry, earning a breathy gasp from the other man along the way down.
"This cock of yours will do quite nicely," Draco approved. A small bead of precome had formed on the head of it, and swelled as Draco spoke. "Ready, willing, and thick," Draco went on, hand reaching out to give it a few preliminary strokes from base to tip.
Harry's eyes nearly rolled back into his head. "That feels," Harry whispered. "So good."
"I bet you like my hand better than yours," Draco agreed, loosening his grip and coming down to trace Harry's ballsack. Harry's hair stood on end, whole body clenching to have such a sensitive place touched so lightly. "How often do you masturbate, Harry?"
"Um," Harry said with eyelashes still fluttering at how Draco was tracing him with the tips of his fingers. "A lot. I'm here a lot, alone, and sometimes I use it to motivate myself. Like—" Harry couldn't believe he was admitting this out loud. "Touching myself in the shower as a reward for taking one."
Draco's face moved closer and closer to Harry's crotch as if magnetized, eyes searching the deep 'V' that led to Harry's prick. "And yet you've agreed not to touch yourself so you can be mine. How interesting." Draco brought his thumb up, smearing the precome in circles around Harry's head.
"Yes," Harry gasped. Yes to not touching himself because when Draco touched him like this his own palm seemed weak in comparison.
"And how often do you pull your hair out?" Draco's other hand smoothed over a bald patch in Harry's fluff above his cock.
Harry froze. "I… there's usually not anyone down there inspecting."
"Well I am," Draco stated. "Is it a nervous habit?"
With a burning face Harry looked bashfully away. Face twisting slightly, Draco pinched his thigh. "Ow!"
"Speak when you're spoken to," Draco repeated firmly.
"Yeah, I mean, I get anxious," Harry spat out, the urge to pull sneaking up on him now.
Draco nodded, processing. "I don't want you hurting yourself, but don't hide it from me. We can work on this together if you like. Ah, here, I'm ruining the mood, aren't I? Silly Daddy." Draco moved forward and kissed a line up Harry's prick, drawing a shuddery moan from him. Those lips of his were so warm. "Can I ever make it up to you?" Draco asked slyly.
Harry laughed. This man was unafraid to call him on his bullshit, but at least he was offering to lick his wounds after he'd inflicted them. "Yeah, I think you might be close to finding a way." That, and Harry felt almost… relieved? It was out in the open now, his shameful secret he'd been working on in therapy to no avail for years, and he hadn't had to explain himself.
With a long, wet kiss to Harry's cockhead Draco found himself smiling. "You've been very good for me today, Harry," Draco spoke against his salty skin. "I can tell you like it when I say you're a good boy."
"I want to be good," Harry said, voice thin. It was hard to not push up against Draco's plush lips on him. "I want to do good."
"You have, Harry. You're a very good boy." Draco's lips parted to take Harry's cock in his mouth, moving up inch by precious inch until his nose could touch Harry's flat stomach.
Harry let out a moan to wake the dead seeing Draco practically inhale him like that. What kind of sex god was this man? He swallowed around him and Harry's moaned again, hands flying to Draco's hair so he could touch him.
Encouraged by this, Draco began working his tongue along the velvety bottom of Harry's cock. Positive reinforcement would work well with this one, and he took to his role with an almost amusing ease, like Harry had been waiting for this moment the whole time. Had he expected this when he saw Draco in that bar? Either way, Draco was going to make damn well sure he didn't regret it.
When Draco began bobbing his head Harry knew he was a goner. Every wet noise, every smack of his lips was the filthiest, most beautiful symphony he'd ever heard. "Draco," Harry cried out, hands loosely clinging to his hair now so that the blonde could go at his own pace—which seemed to be fast to begin with. "D-Daddy," he tried next, heat swirling in his stomach. It felt so right to say, but still held so much shame for Harry.
Draco hummed around his mouthful in response to Harry granting him that title again. He worked up and down Harry's cock as deep as he could each time, hands gripping Harry's thighs tight to keep him steady for this font of pleasure he was delivering.
Harry's groans climbed the walls, longer and louder as Draco worked him like he was the one being paid for it. "I'm gonna—" Harry warned with a full-body shiver. "I'm close…"
Good. Draco wasn't testing how long he'd last, no, this was a treat for Harry's sake and he fully intended to receive him like a sacrament on his knees. Draco's eyes flicked up to Harry's, watching the man watch himself disappear into Draco's mouth. Yes, yes, Draco urged with his tongue, his hollowed-out cheeks for Harry to let go, to fall apart.
A tremor started up in Harry's thighs. As his eyes rolled back, hot chills overtaking him, Harry could only say one word about all of this: "Fuck."
The back of Draco's throat was hit with a rush of Harry's seed, already prepared to swallow it down in greedy gulps. Draco kept sucking the oversensitive member listening with great delight to how Harry expressed his gratitude in shaky little moans that were almost sobs. He pulled off once he'd been drained entirely, sending a signature smirk Harry's way. "We can do that later, if you like."
A moan turned to laughter, and Draco laughed too. "That was brilliant, seriously," Harry insisted, all tingly and lightheaded. He sank to his own knees next, both hands on Draco's cheeks. Harry looked him in the eye and made himself say what he really wanted to say. "Thank you, Daddy." Before Draco could react Harry pulled him in for a rough kiss, tongue pushing at Draco's lips so he could taste himself on him.
Draco had long been ignoring the throbbing between his thighs to focus on Harry, but when he said filth like that so sweet and soft Draco's whole body strained against his clothing. It was suddenly far too hot and oppressive with Harry kissing him like this, tongue tracing the backs of Draco's teeth. Draco stretched the kiss on longer, enjoying the feeling of Harry's exploration.
When they finally had to breathe they broke off from one another, panting and smiling. Draco kept Harry close, resting their foreheads together.
From this angle Harry could see how pleasing him had affected Draco clear as day in his trousers. Draco looked big. Harry wet his lips. "Can I?" Harry asked, eyes moving between Draco's and the outline of his cock in his trousers. "Er—may I?"
Draco laughed breathlessly again, nuzzling their foreheads together. "You want to be proper and please your Daddy, hm?"
"Yes, yes I do," Harry urged. He never considered himself a selfish lover, and being able to see Draco Malfoy come undone from his doing was the subject of many a wet dream of Harry's. He wanted to be the one who pleased him in every way.
"Then you can show me," Draco remarked, motioning to the buttons on his shirt.
Harry's hands flew to them, undoing button by agonizing button until he could finally expose Draco's chest with one swift pushing off of fabric over his shoulders. So fit, so gorgeous, so—scarred. Harry held back a noise of surprise upon seeing Draco's bare chest. The slashes were long-healed but Merlin, how they looked like they had been deep.
Harry's hesitance was to be expected, Draco supposed, but it didn't make it any less chilling to see Harry's carefree mirth drain from his eyes. "Hey," Draco said, turning Harry's chin up so they could look each other in the face. "It doesn't hurt, not anymore. Don't you give me that look."
"Sorry," Harry said about the scars and about the fact that he was apologizing at all, that he was being weird and lingering on this.
With a huff of annoyance Draco grabbed Harry's wrists and pulled them in, placing Harry's hands over the scars on his chest. "Then show me how sorry," he demanded. With past partners Draco had always been in control of how they saw the scars, of what story he spun for them, but Harry knew the cold, naked truth of him lying on the bathroom floor sobbing and nearly bleeding out. It made Draco angry even though he'd long forgiven Harry, to see him still hung up on it when Draco was trying not to be anymore.
Draco hauled him further in and their lips met again, frenzied. He channeled his anger into the kiss until it turned soft, until it turned to affection for this ridiculous boy with a guilty conscience that deserved to be soothed. None of the war had been his fault, not even that spell. Draco swirled their tongues together and felt Harry's grip on his chest tighten.
Yes, Draco silently impressed upon each kiss. Yes, yes, yes.
Harry went for Draco's trousers next, unbuttoning and unzipping until he could push them down to his knees. Getting them fully off would be hard like this.
As if Draco had read Harry's mind he moved back off his knees, lowering himself down to the hardwood floor of Harry's flat, onto his back. Harry kept up the kisses all the way down, moving his hands along the pale thighs he'd exposed. Draco had the softest skin Harry had ever felt on anyone, man or woman or otherwise.
Draco wriggled his trousers the rest of the way off along with the shoes he'd worn in, their clothes as sprawled out on the floor as the pair of them were.
"May I," Harry asked, lips moving with Draco's and parting only to breathe and get out fragments of sentences. "Please," Harry added. "Suck Daddy's cock?" Even though Harry had just come he felt a burst of heat in his stomach every time he or Draco said that word. "You were so good to me, and I want to be good to you in return."
"You certainly may, my sweet boy," Draco answered, voice but a purr in the deep back of his throat. His cock was harder than ever to see Harry's confidence growing.
Harry grinned uncontrollably to be called sweet in return. That made it hard to kiss Draco but Harry swore to try most valiantly to. He gave Draco a few more pecks on the mouth before dipping down below his chin to kiss along his jawline. Draco Malfoy was a vision exposed on his floor, those doubtlessly-designer pants of his a cheery lavender.
"Figured you might be seeing these sometime soon," Draco commented haughtily to see Harry looking at them. "Hoping, really."
So Draco really had worn special underwear just for him? Harry's chest fluttered. It was so intimate. "Let me take a closer look," Harry said as his joking excuse for moving down the rest of Draco's body. He enjoyed the view the whole way, slopes of pale skin leading Harry to the last piece of clothing that stood between them. "You are so damn gorgeous. It's just not fair."
That made Draco laugh. "Not fair? That's a new one."
"It's the truth," Harry stuck to it, mouth hovering over Draco's stomach. He gave the skin above Draco's waistband several kisses before moving even further down. "You're so handsome—how is one person allowed to be so handsome?"
Draco laughed even brighter, hands propping himself back up on his elbows so he could see every little reaction of the very naked Harry Potter to unveiling the cock he supposedly wanted to suck. Honestly there Harry was kissing him and touching him and still Draco found it too good to be true that Harry could even ever fancy him, let alone to this extent.
"And upon further inspection I must admit I do really like these," Harry nodded of the lavender undergarment. He kissed the bulge in them experimentally, happy to hear a slight hiss from Draco when he did. Harry wanted to be worthy, wanted to prove himself skillful enough to keep around. "I think I might like them better off of you, though."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Draco challenged, silver eyes burning.
Harry was waiting for that, apparently, because when issued a taunt his first, instinctual response was to hook his fingers under the waistband of Draco's pants and slide them down. Draco's cock was freed at last, and Harry feasted his eyes upon what he'd dreamed of for so long.
He swallowed instinctually just looking at such a sizable load, long and wide in places that made Harry's neglected insides shiver with glee. What it might be like for this cock to be inside of him after a few years of only taking his own fingers was a mystery. Would it hurt like the first time? Harry hoped it would with Draco, and then some additional pain thrown in just for fun.
Being a tactile learner Harry reached for Draco's member to better understand it, palming it to feel how hard and thick it was with an approving hum.
"I like this, too," Harry said, giving both of Draco's cockhead a tentative kiss and rubbing his shaft.
"It certainly likes you," Draco sighed dreamily, head lolling back slightly at the much-needed friction.
"Good." More sure of himself this time Harry kissed around the crown of Draco's cock, tongue flicking out in swipes of wet heat up and down his length.
A shiver took over Draco' body. Harry's tongue, velvety soft, was an absolute blessing bestowed upon him. It was true, then, everything Harry said about wanting Draco, wanting him to be his Daddy—and that was overwhelming. The only thing that Draco could think to do to properly express his gratitude was moan from his raw, well-fucked throat.
Seeing every micro-expression of joy that flitted across Draco's stunning features was something Harry would never, ever forget. He would be thinking about this on his death bed surely, about how life was probably worth it because at least he'd made Draco Malfoy whimper like he was desperate for it.
Harry decided not to prolong his teasing. He opened his mouth wide, covering teeth with his lips and sliding them down over the head and down further over the spiraling veins.
"Fuck," Draco gasped to have such hot, wet walls close around him. His arms were shaking slightly now, and he had to fight to keep propped up and looking at Harry.
With a slight hum of agreement—fuck, indeed—Harry took more and more in, gagging slightly and pulling off, but then going in and trying again. He was woefully out of practice. Harry swore that what he lacked in experience he would make up for in eagerness, in willingness to try and put his all into it.
Draco took note of all of this, and found the story the facts told to be quite endearing. "That's it," Draco murmured encouragingly, reaching out to cup the shell of Harry's ear. He had such handsome little ears. "Merlin, that's good…"
Harry took heart in Draco's words. Whatever Harry's shortcomings—he certainly couldn't take Draco as deep as Draco had taken him—it seemed that Draco was genuinely enjoying himself. Harry let himself relax at that. He was doing good; he was being good.
"Yes," Draco gasped when Harry's tongue pressed up against the vein on the underside of his cock, and saw stars when Harry licked it dedicatedly. "Harry," Draco tried because he hadn't said his name in the throes of passion just yet and he wanted to see how he reacted. "Harry, my sweet boy…"
The licking became hurried, Harry's head beginning to bob slightly as he focused on how his lips were sealed as tightly as possible around Draco, swallowing back when he could do so without choking. He came close a couple of times, something he figured Draco must have loved from the way he gripped the side of his head when his throat convulsed.
Harry's glasses were fogged with the heat rolling off of them but Harry refused to look away from Draco. He stared him down from between his legs, eyelashes fluttering to show his appreciation while he continued to suck as hard as he could.
Draco's toes started to curl under, each movement of Harry's sending sparks of higher and higher voltage up and down his body. "You," Draco gasped between strained noises of joy. "Look perfect like this—you're right where you belong."
At that Harry nodded his head even faster. Even though he worried about his skills he was so carefree here, on his hands and knees pleasuring another man.
"Oh, sweetie," Draco gasped. "If you keep on like this Daddy's going to come right down your throat." He didn't expect Harry to swallow as he had.
It was from that lack of expectation that Harry wanted to swallow at least ten times more. He would show Draco how much he wanted him, all of him.
Harry wanted his come, wanted it in his mouth and on his chest and face and splattering the deep walls inside of himself. Harry loved the hot rush of a man spilling his seed inside of his ass, breeding him deep and thorough like it might actually stick. Harry wanted this, and he wanted to see what Draco's face looked like when it happened.
The orgasm came barreling up Draco's body and there was not a thing he could do but lay back and groan, letting the wave of sensation carry him where it willed. Harry didn't seem to be easing off and instead clamped on even harder with his hands on his hips, sucking and licking right up until the rush of fluid came.
"Harry!" Draco cried out roughly, a tremor overtaking his legs as he spilled and spilled inside of Harry's mouth. "So good, so good, oh, fuck…"
Harry sucked until he couldn't anymore, choking only a little in the process of swallowing down Draco's precious seed. Harry felt him begin to go soft in his mouth and knew he had accomplished his mission. That felt bloody incredible even beyond physical sensation, the emotional satisfaction of being the one to make Draco come with his name on his lips.
Dazed, Draco let his elbows fall out from under him, fully laying back as he panted and shivered in the glorious aftershocks. "Harry," Draco said again just to say his name. "Come here, get back up here," he urged.
Harry wasted no time at all doing just that. He let Draco slide from between his lips and crawled back up his body, coming to rest where they could be eye-to-eye. "How was that?" Harry asked, his own voice mirroring how Draco's sounded now.
"That," said Draco as his arms moved up to wrap around Harry. "Was spectacular. Come over here, yes, come closer, rest on me."
With a happy noise Harry laid his weight on Draco, his face pressed to the crook of the blonde's neck where he could kiss the short hairs there.
Draco smiled to receive such sweet kisses after something so raunchy. Harry really was his sweet boy, wasn't he? Or a sweet boy, since Draco still wasn't sure if Harry really wanted to be his. He hoped this was enough to show him, enough to convince him this arrangement would be more than beneficial to them both.
Harry took a few deep breaths relaxing on Draco. He was so comfortable, and from this angle Harry could kiss on Draco's long, elegant neck as much as he pleased.
"Thank you," Harry whispered.
"Thank you," Draco returned with a haughty laugh.
"Thank you for holding me after," Harry clarified with some red in his cheeks.
Draco smoothed back Harry's hair and wiped the fog from his glasses. "Of course, sweetheart. I'm not going to leave you to drop on your own, not ever."
Comforted by this, Harry closed his eyes and hummed.
The two lay in silence, bodies slick with sweat beginning to dry. Draco held Harry tight, and in return Harry held on like a drowning man to a raft.
"Definitely my best Healer's visit. Your house calls sure are something," Harry remarked in hopes of making Draco laugh again.
And thank Merlin, how Draco laughed. "I don't do them for just anyone, you know," he chuckled. "But after such rigorous exercise I also must recommend we eat and drink lots of water now, if you're asking my expert opinion."
Harry laughed, too. "Sure, we can do that," he said, hand sprawled across Draco's chest moving to rest over his heart. "You like Chinese take-out?"
"Sure," Draco said though he honestly didn't have it often. "One of your staple meals, I can tell."
"Yeah, well, maybe not for long," Harry replied. "I mean, they don't really have Dim Sum in Wiltshire, now do they? Perks of being magic I guess, I can Floo back here whenever I want."
Draco's eyes widened and he sat up a little, forcing Harry to do the same. "You can't mean…?"
"Oh, but I do mean it," Harry said. "Did you expect me not to after that? Draco, when we were, you know, I felt so damn good and not just in the obvious way. My head was clear, my heart was lighter, and I felt like, like I don't know, I had a purpose again."
Now that absolutely floored Draco on the floor. He gaped, assuming this all to be too good to be true again because he really, really wasn't used to things working out for him anymore.
"I'm not saying you've cured my obvious depression because not even the Healer I've been seeing for ten years can do that, but it's like—I don't know. You make me happy, and not just any old happy, but hopeful. You make me feel like there's a tomorrow to look forward to, and like I'm a useful and meaningful part of that tomorrow." Harry realized he was rambling. "I… I don't know. It's hard to explain, and I know it's only been a short amount of time, but with you I'm just more alive."
"Oh, Harry…" Draco said quietly, hand reaching up to caress his cheek and feeling his heart clench when Harry instinctively leaned into that hand. "I feel the same about you. Merlin, the thought of me coming home after a long day to you, to this—I would be looking forward to you all through my shifts."
That made Harry smile. "Then what am I waiting for, really?" he asked. "I need to order takeout and pack my bags."
Draco's heart fluttered erratically. "You really mean that?" Draco questioned for a final time, looking deep in Harry's eyes for the answer or any trace of deception.
"I do," Harry nodded, resolute. "Will you have me?"
"Yes," Draco replied. "Without a doubt, without hesitation: yes, of course."
Harry smiled again, this time bigger and thank goodness it was, because at least those high smiling cheeks of his could then cover up the fact that he looked about ready to cry. "Thank you, Daddy. You won't regret this," he whispered and drew Draco in for a tight but awkwardly-angled hug on the floor.
"The things you do to me when you call me that…" Draco murmured low, releasing the hug so he could look him in the eye again. "My sweet little minx, you know exactly what you do to me, don't you? Come, come." Draco moved to be the first to stand so he could extend a helping hand down to Harry. "If you keep batting your eyelashes at me like that we'll never get you packed up. Order your takeout, Harry, because regardless of what you're putting in your suitcase I'm buying you a whole new wardrobe. Do I make myself clear?"
Harry shrugged. "There's only a few things I insist on keeping, so, sure." He took Draco's hand and stood, admiring the mess of clothes they'd made on the floor.
"Oh, Harry, I think this is the beginning of something beautiful, don't you?" Draco prompted because he wanted to hear it back, now holding both of Harry's hands again.
"I do," Harry nodded. "And if you do too, then, well." Harry squeezed Draco's hands, giving himself over to him in a transference of power that he'd been looking to get rid of for ages. "Daddy knows best."