AN: Sorry this took forever! I promise lots of smut to make up for it. The boys are getting rather attached now, aren't they?
Chapter 16: Belonging
"It's not a real party," Draco clarified for the fourth time.
"You're damn right it's not a real party if I'm not there," Pansy spat back.
"It's literally—it's not a party. It is a carefully-laid trap that we are going to get Pye to stumble into."
Pansy still had her arms crossed, pouting as if Draco had seriously wronged her because in her eyes, he had. "I want to come."
Draco let out an exasperated sigh. They had left the Hospital for lunch for a nearby café for lunch for fear Draco's office was somehow compromised. What had once been a safehaven for him felt like a reminder of the shame and guilt of the outing. "Fine," he gave in, seeing his protests going nowhere.
"Perfect! I was thinking a Midnight in Paris theme."
"What does that even mean? Eiffel towers everywhere?" Draco snorted. "I never understood the obsession, France is fine…" It was also where his parents were kept to 'keep wizarding society safe'.
"It's romantic, Draco. Paris is romantic. You put rose petals everywhere and shit."
Draco immediately thought back to last week's surprise in the tub. Merlin, he loved that man of his. "The theme can be anything, Pansy. The point is that we're catching the scum who did this to Harry and me."
"Right, of course," Pansy nodded. "Which is why I'll be making sure that scum thinks the party is a legit affair with my excellent theming. I can't wait to start drafting invitation looks."
"There is one thing," Draco said, thinking of the secret of Nyn Anglewise. "We're already planning it with a host in mind. You'll have to work with her."
Pansy went right back to pouting.
"I swear, you are impossible, Panda."
"'Midnight in Paris'?" Ginny asked, cocking her head to the side.
"I dunno, it's some shit Pansy came up with," Draco explained. It was still an absolute trip to have this woman, Harry Potter's ex-girlfriend and current Dominatrix-en-vogue, in his home. "She wants to help, and I permitted her to so long as you don't have a problem with her finding out who you are as well."
Ginny considered it. Part of her would love to piss off an old school enemy who'd once tried to give Harry up to Voldemort, but if she was Draco's friend now through all of this, and therefore had to tolerate Harry… Hm. It was interesting to hear she was in the lifestyle, too. "I'll meet up with her, impress upon her the importance of my identity remaining a secret," Ginny decided.
"Perfect," said Harry. This wasn't exactly how he'd imagined his friends and Draco's friends coming together but he would be lying to say it wasn't a little exciting. This kind of plotting took Harry back to his Hogwarts days when he was always up to something.
The three old schoolmates sat in the first floor parlor of Malfoy Manor sipping tea and discussing plans. They would arrive at the Weasley's weekend dinner together, making it the first time in a decade since Draco had heard of hide nor hair of Arthur and Molly. Funny how they suddenly became important when Harry was involved.
It was probably the closest Draco would ever get to meeting Harry's actual parents, and this scared the living daylights out of him. His Slytherin self-preservation was whispering in his ear to run, run far away from this thing that looked like commitment.
He could profess his love to Harry in private, even in front of neutral parties like Lovegood and her audience, but saying it in front of the Weasley clan? The loving family that had lost a son to Death Eaters? It made Draco sweaty, and he hated being sweaty.
"As for the location of the party trap it needs to be somewhere neutral but still mostly closed to the public," Harry went on.
"I know some dungeons we can rent for the night," Ginny waved off. She had mostly just come to see Draco and Harry interact before the big meet-the-parents moment, most of the details of this plan as good as done to her. She was cocky, but hell if she didn't earn it.
"You can do that?" Harry asked with a little laugh. "Just rent a dungeon?"
"It's not much harder than booking a church for a wedding," Ginny shrugged. "I have connections, and they'll help us out. What we really should be talking about is—" Ginny leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What we'll be wearing."
Harry blinked and looked to Draco beside him. "I don't know, how does one usually dress for these events?"
Now there was something and someone Draco could get behind in black leather. "Fetishwear and formalwear, and if you're really doing it right it's a mix of both," Draco said with a grin. "Don't worry, Harry, we can commission something for you." Draco put his hand on his lover's back and tried imagining him in a harness and tiny, tiny shorts. That helped ease his nerves a bit. If only they had time for a quickie before the Weasley dinner…
"Are you more into leather or rubber, Harry?" Ginny questioned with the casualness of someone asking if he preferred cake or pie.
Harry went bright red. "Um, leather, I guess."
"We can make that work," Ginny nodded. "Or maybe I should be asking Draco what he prefers, hm?"
Draco snorted. "No party rules in place here, Anglewise."
"Party rules?" Harry asked.
"They're usually written on the invitation. Collared submissives that are spoken for aren't to be spoken to by other Dominants," Ginny recounted. When Harry realized that meant him he went an even deeper shade of red. "Oh, I'm sorry, Harry! Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"No, no," Harry assured her quickly. "I'm just… not used to talking to anyone but Draco about this."
Merlin, Harry was cute when he blushed. Draco was so taken by the color on Harry's face that he wanted to see more of it, but figured he'd spare Harry for now to get some dirty talk about this in later.
"Right, Draco is your first scene partner. Ah, I remember my first," Ginny recalled fondly. "I was so nervous to voice what I really wanted, and it was over way too fast."
"I wish we had more time to talk about how you got into this," Draco admitted. "But shouldn't we be getting to your parents' house?"
"Ah, yeah, let's not scar them for life, hm?" Ginny chirped. "I've got the portkey, so let's go."
The portkey took the three to what Draco at first thought was an open field. When he turned around, though, he saw the mismatched tower that was The Burrow standing tall and proud through years of repairs.
Harry breathed a little sigh of relief and nerves all at once. This place was sort of like a home. Sort of.
"I'll knock," Ginny announced because to her this was indeed home, and even with her dirty secrets she felt welcome in the house where she'd been raised. It wasn't her who'd been called out in the international wizarding world for being a sex fiend, after all.
Harry and Draco, exchanging looks, watched as Ginny pounded on the door. Not even seconds later did it open, revealing the smiling face of George Weasley. "Ginny!" he exclaimed, and wrapped his sister in a warm hug. "Harry!" he said next, pulling him in for one, too. Then he came to look at Draco.
Draco swallowed nervously. "Hello," he tried.
"Malfoy!" George declared with a lopsided grin. "Or I guess it's just Draco, huh? Long time no see—but I've read all about you." Draco went pink and Harry went full red. George laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the discomfort in an almost fond way. Draco had never had siblings but if he had to imagine a prototypical one, it'd be George Weasley. "All three of you look too thin. Come on in, Mum will fix that."
"Is that Harry?" came a voice from within. "Oh, Harry, let me see your face!"
"And Ginny," Ginny pointed out. "You know, your only daughter."
Molly Weasley appeared behind George, pushing him to the side so she could get to hugging Harry and Ginny alike. "Yes, but you visit more than Harry. Oh, look at you," she marveled at the both of them. "So grown-up. Harry, you're looking… very well! Spiffy suit."
The last time she'd seen him had been in depression sweats and looking vacantly off into the distance for most of the dinner. This Harry seemed different almost immediately. He was alert, present, and returned Molly's crushing hugs with a similar force.
"Thanks. Draco picked it out," Harry admitted and looked back to his boyfriend—his boyfriend! Still excited about that one even though the word no longer felt like enough to describe what Draco had done for him in turning his life around. "I know you've already met, but I figured I should reintroduce you. This is Draco Malfoy, and he and I are… going steady." He phrased it in a way he hoped Molly would understand and also distract from the fact that Skeeter had revealed to the world how rough these two 'steady' boys liked it.
Draco was absolutely paralyzed. This woman seemed larger than life. Big, poofy ginger hair and a large, long green dress with yellow diamonds across it were covered by a pink apron, indicating their dinner was still being worked on—what a quintessential mother. What was with this family and being the cardboard cutouts of a real one?
"Draco," Molly said warmly, approaching him on the steps and surprising the living hell out of him. "Welcome to the Burrow. Anyone who Harry loves is more than good enough for us."
Draco let out a breath. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Thankfully she made no mention of the Prophet. "It's a pleasure to be invited into your lovely home."
"Oh, please, call me Molly!" she insisted. "Now, let's get you all inside. The roast is almost ready and you're all the last to arrive."
Oh, brilliant. Though welcomed by Molly, Draco was quite positive he was walking into a trap. An orange, tackily-dressed trap.
When the trio of kinksters entered this respectable family home Draco was immediately impressed by just how many of them there were. Percy, Audrey, their kids, Bill, Fleur, their kids, George, Angelina, their kid, Charlie, Ron, Hermione, and Arthur were all in various tableaus of normalcy.
Ron was playing with the kids, making an enchanted train fly around them in circles while Percy chatted with his brothers and Arthur minded the roast.
"Harry!" Hermione said, rising from her place on a comfortable-looking knit couch she'd been sharing with Fleur. "And Draco. Good to see you." And it was, to both of their surprise.
Draco quickly lost track of the number and combinations of hugs exchanged. He stood in the background a bit stiffly, unused to the outpouring of physical familial affection.
The Malfoys hugged, of course, but not like this.
"Well, look who it is," said Percy, glass of wine in-hand and looking like it wasn't his first. "Haven't seen you in a while, Harry, and I've never seen you serious enough with someone to bring them back here to the lion's den."
Was that supposed to comfort Draco? It just made him more nervous. Everyone was staring at him. Everyone had read that Prophet article, hadn't they? They'd probably also read the Quibbler article to make up for it, but the Weasleys like the rest of the world now had a window into Draco and Harry's private life.
"You make it sound like we're going to eat him," Charlie laughed from his place beside his father in the kitchen. The open floor plan made what looked like an unassuming tower seem like a grander home from the inside. "Come on, Audrey, are we a hard family to be introduced to?" he asked his sister-in-law.
She smiled politely and her silence spoke volumes.
"You have a lovely home," Draco tried, leaning on his proper pureblood training. Nevermind how he'd called the place a dirty hovel for all seven years of school. It was nicer than he imagined it to be back then and now though and he wasn't lying, so that had to count for something. "And everything smells delicious."
"Thank you, dear," Molly said and returned to her cooking station. "Everything will be ready soon!"
Harry gave Draco's arm a little rub before kneeling down to greet the smaller Weasley clan members that had rushed up beside him. "Hello Victoire, Dominique, Louis, Molly Jr., Lucy, Fred Jr.," Harry greeted them all in order of age. Little Fred was up and walking, but he was a shy boy and didn't like to say much just yet. "This is Draco, and we're together."
Draco's eyes widened at just how many of the little gingerspawn there were. The girl Dominique was looking at him with even wider eyes, like she'd just seen the sun for the first time. "Uncle 'arry!" she piped up. "Mama never said he was so pretty!"
"Can I call you Uncle Draco?" asked Victoire next.
"I want to call him Uncle Draco!" said Louis, who just wanted to do what his sisters did.
"Uncle Harry, are you two getting married?" asked Lucy.
'Uncle Draco' was thrown for a loop with each sentence. He'd never been spectacular with children but this extreme discomfort was a first. These children at least hadn't read the Prophet's filth but what if one day they did? Would they still be so eager to call him Uncle? It took Draco a moment to realize he wasn't responding, just standing there looking petrified.
Harry Potter to the rescue again. "Hey, Molly Jr., why don't you show us that card trick Uncle George taught you?"
She clapped her little hands together and ran over to the coffee table where a pack of ordinary playing cards sat. "O-kay!" she declared. "Pick a card and don't tell me!" Molly Jr. held the cards up and out in a fan towards Draco.
Draco thankfully recovered from his frozen state and selected a card. Six of Hearts. When Molly Jr. asked for the card with an outstretched, pudgy little hand he gave it back to her.
The little strawberry blonde shuffled messily but well enough to keep any cards from falling out onto the floor. Once the deck was all discombobulated she reached directly into the middle and pulled out a card. "Is this your card?" she asked boldly. King of Spades.
"Er." Draco began to sweat in his designer suit. "No."
"Is this your card?" little Molly asked again and held up Three of Hearts.
"No, but look, you tried your best—"
"That's because…" Molly interrupted with a loud, showmanlike voice. "This is your card!" She reached behind Fred Jr's ear and pulled out the Six of Hearts. Fred Jr. gasped and started to feel for anything else that might be hidden behind his ears.
"Oh," Draco recovered. "Yes, that is my card. Well done, I wasn't expecting that." He had no idea what he was expecting from this meeting but this surely wasn't it.
"She's a natural," George said and pretended to wipe away a tear of pride for his niece. "Now, kids, why don't we all go wash our hands because we were all playing outside today, yeah?" George led a small train of children away towards a back room. "Gotta have clean hands for grandma's yummy meals!"
Draco visibly relaxed, drawing a snort of a laugh from Percy. "I don't think I've ever seen any ex-Death Eater so terrified by a pack of kids," he snarked.
"Percy," Arthur scolded.
"Then you never saw my horrible Auntie Bella at a family reunion," Draco responded coolly in return.
"Oh," Molly the senior let out, never having heard the woman she'd killed referred to as an Auntie before. She was a heinous bitch, Bellatrix Lestrange, but she had still been a former classmate, a former human with a family... "I—"
"Did everyone a huge favor," Draco assured her quickly. "Let's just leave it at that."
Percy dipped his head down the wall to see if the kids were in earshot. They weren't. "Don't think I haven't got my eye on you, Malfoy," Percy warned.
"Percy," Arthur chastised again.
"What, am I really the only one who sees a problem with this beyond the immense scandal it's brought Harry?" Percy demanded. "Those people killed Fred—"
"Percy Ignatius Weasley," Molly stopped him, and that seemed to carry more weight than Arthur's attempts. "I know I did not just hear you say the name of my baby boy in hopes of furthering some kind of agenda against a guest in our home."
"But mum—"
"But nothing! I will not hear it. We've invited Draco here because he is not the same boy he was in school. Can I say the same of you? It was Marcus Nott who hurt my Fred, and he's rotting in Azkaban."
A strange chill went through Draco to hear Theo's father mentioned. The man was a purist of the highest degree, and an incredibly violent one at that.
"So I will hear nothing more of this about the man our Harry has chosen to bring home. Have I made myself clear?"
It was kind of satisfying to watch a fully-grown Percy Weasley cowed by his mother. He sighed, pouring himself a new glass of wine, backing down. "I just want Harry to be safe," he huffed.
"I am," Harry assured him. "And happier than I've ever been."
"What is ze phrase? Safe, sane, consensual…?" Fleur teased from the brim of her own drink.
Ginny laughed heartily and Harry looked utterly mortified. "I am never," Harry realized. "Ever going to live that article down."
"So you might as well embrace it," Charlie offered.
"That's what I keep telling him," Ginny nodded.
"Merlin, will you all lay off?" Ron defended his friend, slinging an arm around Harry. "Or at least get the man something to drink if you're going to hound him like this? See, this is why it's hard to come home to you people sometimes. Come on, mate, let's get you properly buzzed. Want anything, Draco?"
A small smile formed on Draco's face. Ron Weasley had, historically, always had Harry's back and now through the transitive property of their relationship it seemed he had Weasley the King serving him drinks in his family home, too.
"Any wine you have is fine," Draco insisted.
"I 'ave a Riesling that is to die for," Fleur informed Draco, waving her wand so the half-empty bottle on the table poured itself into a glass that floated Draco's way. "Try, try it."
Draco twirled the wine in the glass like he saw his father do with his fancy drinks before taking a sip. "Mmm, floral."
"Fleur loves her wines," Bill informed Draco like he was providing a hint on how to get close to at least one of them.
And weirdly enough, even with Percy's cutting stare from the other side of the room, Draco saw himself not only tolerating these people but maybe even liking some of them. They were a rowdy bunch, the lot of them, and they bred like rabbits, but their love for Harry was clear to see.
"More of a beer girl myself," said Angelina. "But I have my own questions for Draco." Everyone held their breath. "Like where did you get that suit? I want George in something just like it."
Everyone laughed, even Percy begrudgingly. Draco told her about the little-known tailor he used and the conversation turned to a pleasant chat about clothes. Phew.
"Dinner is ready!" Molly eventually declared and waved her wand to ring a bell.
The children stampeded back from whatever lavatory George had taken them to, taking their places at the table with great eagerness.
Harry took his seat and invited Draco to sit next to him in mismatched chairs. Draco sat, looking to Harry with a little smile as if to say 'well, this isn't so bad'.
Under the table Harry squeezed Draco's knee. Draco covered the hand with his own for a moment before bringing both above the table to grab his utensils as the plates of scrumptious-smelling food floated magically down around them to settle on the tablecloth.
With Molly's permission everyone dug in heartily, hums of satisfaction all around.
"Uncle Draco," requested Lucy, much to her father's defeated sigh. "Could you please pass the peas?"
"Of course," Draco replied and passed them right along. It felt bizarre and otherworldly to be called such a thing, but Merlin help him if it didn't make Harry smile.
That was what he'd come here for, after all, for Harry. There was very little at this point Draco wasn't willing to do for the beautiful sod. He loved him, as much as it pained his vanity to admit it at times. Draco Malfoy loved Harry Potter, and at that dinner table it showed.
Harry couldn't contain his excitement, not when they were back home in the familiar environment of the Manor. "Draco," he said, leaning on him after exiting the Floo into the entrance hall. "That was incredible."
Draco smiled and put an arm around Harry's waist. The wine had settled nicely in his stomach along with the hearty meal and he was still feeling the buzz. "Was it, now?" Draco asked casually, wanting to hear more of Harry's praise.
"Don't play coy, you arse," Harry laughed, not quite sober himself. He gave Draco a little push as he came to face him, arms wrapping around his neck. "You were the perfect gentleman, even when Percy was being, well, Percy. Molly and Arthur seemed to really like you. Who knows, maybe you'll even be getting a Weasley sweater out of this deal come Christmas."
"Perish the thought," Draco teased.
"What, you'd look good in one!"
"You think I'd look good in anything," Draco spoke on the matter with confidence.
"I think you look best in nothing at all," Harry countered.
"So now you're the one giving me a reward for being a good boy, hm?"
Harry snickered, leaning their foreheads together. "Maybe, maybe." He nudged their noses together and closed his eyes a moment. "Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetheart?" Fuck, if that word didn't make Draco's heart swell. He was hanging on Harry's every word, and he would give him the world if he asked for it.
But Harry didn't want the world, he just wanted Draco. He opened his eyes. "Could you… please be rough with me tonight?" Harry asked through his blush. Asking for what he wanted was getting easier each time he tried it, but that didn't mean it wasn't damn hard. "Show me no mercy."
The corners of Draco's lips quirked up. "Of course, darling." Anything Harry wanted Harry got. So Draco pulled back, shared his smile with Harry a moment longer, and then let it turn to a displeased scowl. He took both hands and shoved Harry back, catching him off-guard.
Harry was just getting his balance back when Draco shoved him again, exactly like he had in their schoolyard disagreements. Harry's back hit the wall of the parlor, his eyes darting up and down Draco's form. He seemed taller than ever, and like something in him had completely switched. It almost frightened Harry how fast Draco could become this, and he liked that feeling very much.
Draco's hand closed around Harry's jaw, lifting it upwards so he had no choice but to peer into Draco's cloudy grey eyes. "You," Draco accused. "Must need a reminder of what you are, a reminder of who you belong to. Whose mouth is this?" Draco asked and tightened his grip, his body closing in on Harry's.
"Yours," Harry answered, squirming slightly against the wall. "It's your mouth, Daddy."
With a forceful grip Draco turned Harry's head to the side, pressing it to the wall. "And whose neck is this?"
"Yours," Harry replied, voice muffled slightly by Draco's hand. One of his fingers was close to Harry's lips so Harry moved forward to start sucking on it.
Draco gave him a wolfish grin. "That's right. It's mine to mark up as I please so everyone can see." Draco pushed his body flush against Harry's and turned his head to the side, going for a wide bite on Harry's neck.
Harry gasped, feeling his teeth sink in and wanting nothing more but to arch up into the sensation. Draco latched on hard, sucking a bruise on Harry's pulse point in a way that made his knees feel weak. He loved it when Draco left marks, evidence of his tough love that Harry could press on and feel the pain again like an old friend.
When Harry's hands reached up to rest on Draco's waist they were swatted away. "Did I say you could touch me with those hands?" Draco demanded.
Harry quickly put them back against the wall, palms flat. "No, you didn't, I'm sorry."
Pressing his head harder into the wall Draco undid Harry's tie, slipping the silken fabric off and grabbing one of his wrists. "These are my hands. I say what you do with them."
"Yes, I'm sorry, I'll be good."
"You will be," Draco confirmed. "Now take off your jacket and shirt so I can tie you up properly."
"Yes, sir," Harry nodded. He did well with simple commands like that. Short, accomplishable goals to please Draco who would always in the end please him. Harry shrugged off the jacket and unbuttoned his shirtfront as fast as he could with Draco still pinning his head to the wall.
Draco smirked at how quickly Harry was moving to undress for him, how eager he was to be a good boy for him. "Come on, pick up the pace," he taunted as if Harry could go any faster.
"Yes, sir." Harry finally wrestled off his delicate shirt and let it crumple to a pile on the floor.
"Hands out."
Harry put his hands out.
Wasting no time of his own, Draco bound his wrists in a tight knot of the silken tie. He needed two hands for that, so he released Harry's head but Harry didn't turn it, didn't dare even look at Draco without permission. Draco took note of that and smiled to himself. What a sweet, obedient thing he had in his house.
"Test them," Draco instructed of the bonds and Harry tried to pull his hands apart and out, finding himself unable to. "Good boy. Look at me." Harry turned his face to Draco's, looking up at him through his glasses and eyelashes.
What Harry saw was the virile, demanding and merciless man he loved, the only man who could ever keep him in line.
What Draco saw was a man so excited he was trembling, so ready to have control taken away from him. Draco would lift that burden; he would take care of everything.
Draco undid Harry's top button on his trousers and navigated the zipper down as well, releasing his legs from the thick and expensive fabric. All that was left was a set of pink knickers just barely holding Harry's cock in against the lace. Draco's eyes went wide. "The whole time, you had those on?"
"Yes, I did, sir."
Draco laughed and affectionately scratched under Harry's chin. "What a little minx I'm working with here." The still-clothed Slytherin slithered his way up Harry's side again, resting a cupped hand on his crotch and squeezing through the lace. "What an eager housewhore."
The phrase made Harry shiver. "Yes, Daddy."
"Let me guess, you want me to rip those off you and breed you until you cry again?" Draco teased, rearing his hand back and bringing it back for a hard slap between Harry's thighs.
Harry jumped and whimpered, but there he was, still gently rocking his hips up against Draco's hand trying to entice him into exactly that. The words Draco used to describe what Harry wanted made him blush furiously. "I can't—I mean, that's impossible, sir. 'Breeding'."
"It's the fetish term that comes to mind when you take my come like you do and as often as you do," Draco snickered and toyed with Harry's cockslit with his thumb nail. "You'd think we were trying to continue the Malfoy line the way you want my seed."
Harry's toes curled under and interrupted a little laugh that Harry had to make at how Draco joked about continuing the Malfoy line. He was just taunting him, getting him in his headspace, right…? He wasn't wrong about wanting Draco to reach his peak inside of him, having become immensely fond of the feeling of fullness he would get afterwards, all sticky and dripping. Draco always took care of him, cleaned him up eventually, but in those moments after when both men were too tired to move it was pure bliss. "I love it when you come in me, sir," Harry admitted with a deep blush. "It makes me feel like we're even closer."
Draco hadn't expected that genuine of an answer to his light humiliation of Harry. He withdrew his hand and Harry whined, looking up to him as if to ask 'why?'. "That's because we are closer than anyone could ever imagine two men being. I'm not ashamed of what we're doing, even if your weird family knows about it. Now, tell me something." Draco switched his hand from the front of Harry's panties to the back. "Whose hole is this?"
"It's yours, Daddy. Both my holes are yours to use, and my hands, and my, my—" Harry was overwhelmingly hard just thinking of the possibilities. "They're your holes."
"Exactly," Draco nodded, pressing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "And tell me one last thing, whose cock is that hard between your legs?"
"It's your cock," Harry replied, voice soft.
"What was that?"
"It's your cock, sir," Harry said louder as he squirmed in the too-tight underwear. "I only come when you say."
"That's what I thought," Draco nodded and raised his hand, putting it on Harry's shoulder and pushing down. "Now kneel."
Following orders without thinking, Harry dropped to his knees in front of Draco's trouser pants. He stared ahead as he could see the outline of Draco's member, erect and restrained by fabric.
Draco's hands moved forward to undo his belt buckle, sliding the black leather off loop by loop. It was tossed to the ground after being given a menacing crack by Draco. Harry wore a big smile at that, and his smile was always a welcome sight in a scene. He was really enjoying all this dirty-talk, wasn't he? They both were, really.
Next came Draco's trousers, falling in a pool around his ankles once he undid the button and zipper. He wore nothing but tight black briefs and decided quickly he couldn't live with those on either. Shedding his last layer of clothing, Draco let it fall to the ground without a care.
"Oh, please," Harry said when Draco's cock was revealed. "Please, may I lick it? It's so beautiful," he praised not to flatter but because he hardly knew how else to describe such a thing. Draco's cock was Harry's favorite plaything, his best ride, his utmost comfort to suck on and worship.
"Yes," Draco hissed, hands sinking into Harry's styled black hair to run his fingers through their earlier hard work getting dressed up for the Weasleys.
Harry started off with kisses, sweet little imprints of lips up and down Draco's length. He wondered how it would have looked if he'd had lipstick on.
It didn't take long at all for Harry's tongue to lap out of his mouth during these kisses, turning to long, languid licks up from his bollocks to his cockhead.
Draco held nothing back on his moans in this massive house that was all theirs. "Yes," Draco groaned, head tipping back slightly. "Yes, open wide for Daddy, and don't forget to relax and breathe through your nose," Draco instructed as he slid his cock in between Harry's lips and all the way to the back of his throat.
Harry's body could stand it for a moment but soon he let out a little gag, driving Draco to push in deeper. Harry was manipulated by rough tugs on his hair, pulling Harry's face up onto Draco. Each time his tip hit the back of Harry's throat the poor darling choked, but that was what he'd signed on for. Draco was using Harry's mouth as his own toy, pulling it off and onto him until Harry was gasping for air.
Draco pulled him off, tilting his head up to look him in the eye through lopsided glasses, giving him a wink before pulling him back onto his dick. Harry made his throat relax again and took the full length of it, sucking down as best he could.
"Fuck," Draco cursed. "That's it, just keep bobbing your head. Relax the throat," he continued on, rambling at how good it felt to be fucking Harry Potter's face. "That's my good boy."
But that wasn't how Draco wanted to come, not tonight. After a long bout of holding Harry down so he might sputter and choke on him some more he caught a glimpse of Harry's cock in his pink underwear—still hard. Good. He yanked Harry off of him again. "Fuck," Harry echoed in a raw voice.
"Yes, yes, we're getting to that," Draco teased, ruffling Harry's hair. "Hm, where do I want you next…?" Draco looked around the room at what they had to work with. "Get on the couch, on your back," he decided.
Harry, still out of breath from how his throat had been ravaged, knew he wasn't going to get any sympathy for that and quickly got up to obey Draco's order. He went to the plush lounge couch and laid down on it, his hands still bound in front of him.
"Arms up, legs open," Draco pressed.
Harry did so, settling into the couch hoping he looked enticing enough. To Draco, though, he was irresistible in any position.
"What a cute little slut you are," Draco oozed as he stepped around the couch to get a better look at him. He licked his lips to see Harry like this. Draco put a knee on the couch and then another, shrugging off his jacket and then shirt. After tossing his tie away Draco came to rest between Harry's wide-spread legs. "Underneath your nice suit you had on something just for Daddy. Underneath that respectable golden boy appearance I know you're just a whore who loves to be degraded, humiliated by a Dominant man."
"Just one," Harry answered honestly. "Just you."
Draco smiled. He reached forward and traced Harry's lips with his thumb. Harry took it in his mouth to suckle without having to even think about it. Draco sighed lovingly. "And it's just you for me, too, precious boy." He bent down and gave each arse cheek of Harry's a kiss. "Now, are you ready for a little pain before your pleasure?"
"My arse is yours," Harry assured him.
"Good. You know how I like to get it all red before I fuck it," Draco nodded and reared back his hand to deliver a hard spank to the seat of Harry's pants. He didn't stop there, repeating the motion again and again, leaving handprint marks on Harry's cheeks.
Harry's wide open legs twitched with each impact of Draco's heavy hand. It made his body jerk to close his legs and protect the sensitive skin Draco was beating, but he kept his thighs parted as far as they could go. With gasps and moans escaping his throat he breathed through the pain and leaned into the blows.
With a front row seat to this display of submission, Draco was feeling downright giddy. "Look at you," he breathed. He reached forward and hooked his fingers into Harry's panties so he could guide them down and off. He saw a small stain where Harry's cock had wept onto the fabric and smiled. "Look at how excited you are—Daddy's perfect angel, leaking as he gets his spanking. You're getting twenty more before I even think about stopping. Count."
"One!" Harry yelped as Draco's bare hand left a stinging mark on him. "Two, three, four," he gasped out while Draco held nothing back.
"Arse up, legs wide," Draco commanded, giving Harry only a moment to adjust before bringing back the wrath of his hand.
"Five!" Harry cried out. "Six!"
Draco grinned at how Harry's voice was still scratchy from having his throat so roughed up earlier. "Louder, I can't hear you," he taunted.
"Seven, eight… fuck, nine," Harry strained out, trying to go as loud as he could and hitting a crack in his voice when he shouted: "Ten!"
"Halfway there, my painslut. Keep those legs open," Draco instructed with a glint in his eyes.
"Eleven," Harry breathed, the stinging sensation having overtaken his arse and thighs so that each consecutive hit felt even better. "Twelve, oh…" Harry's bound hands tugged on the silken fabric tying him up, only serving to make it tighter around his wrists. He was completely out of control here, arms demobilized and legs kept open and up so Draco had the most skin to work with.
Draco made that skin angry and red and didn't stop there, running his nails over the handprints he left to make Harry shiver.
"Thirteen, fourteen," Harry choked out, two new handprints on his inner thighs. Draco, sadist he was, was making sure to get every single patch of skin under his blows. "Fuck! Fifteen," Harry whined when he spanked his already-red cheeks.
"Who does this red arse belong to?" Draco demanded, bringing his hand down again.
"You! You, Daddy, you own me," Harry replied, his whole heart behind the sentiment. It was so freeing, to be his kept man, to know the rest of his days would be filled with such delicious agony and eventual release if he only kept following orders. "Sixteen," he announced, eyes screwed shut.
"Look at me," Draco urged him, and Harry opened his eyes to let a tear fall to the side. "Hurts, doesn't it?" Harry shook his head 'yes', and Draco delivered two more brutal slaps to each arse cheek.
"Seventeen, eighteen," Harry narrated, breathing deep, digging deep to find the serenity in his aching pain.
Another smack resounded through the room.
"Nineteen—!"
"Breathe deep, darling," Draco cooed, raising his hand again.
"Twenty!" Harry finished, chest falling and rising with a shaky cadence.
"That's it, that's my boy," Draco comforted, putting a hand over Harry's heart to feel how it was nearly beating out of his chest. "That's it, my heart. You've done so well." Draco's hand trailed down his chest and over his stomach, resting just inches above his cock. "Would you like your reward?"
"Yes," Harry nodded, out of breath.
"Then it shall be yours." Draco slid his palm down Harry's length and curled his fingers around it. "Relax, my dear. Just lay back and relax."
Harry, untouched as he was up until that moment, nearly convulsed when Draco's hand closed around him. He cried out, hands reaching to grab something and finding naught but open air. His toes too curled in, especially when Draco applied his thumb to the vein that ran up the side.
Reaching back with his free hand Draco grabbed his wand, whispering the familiar incantation that poured out of a pool of lubrication into his hand. He let it slide up and down Harry's cock first, then traced his fingers down over his bollocks and perineum, right down to his hole.
The first coated finger circled its way around the puckered skin of Harry's entrance. "Whose hole is this?" Draco asked as if he wasn't damn sure of Harry's answer.
"Yours, your hole, Daddy," Harry whimpered, shaking with anticipation of what was to come. Or perhaps 'who was to come' would be more apt. "It's all yours to do with as you see fit."
"Funny you'd mention 'fit'," Draco remarked with a smirk on his lips. The finger that was breezing over Harry's skin pressed deep into the center of his warmth, sliding in all the way up to his knuckle. "Because that's just what I'm about to do."
Draco, not needing much time to find it anymore, zeroed in on Harry's prostate with his fingertip and began a relentless massage. Harry gasped and writhed against the couch, angling his hips to give Draco the greatest ease of entry.
"Yes," Harry hissed. Finally, getting to what he'd been so hoping for: a fucking so hard he forgot about everything in the world outside this Manor. Dinner had been nice, but Harry longed to retreat into what was comfortable and familiar to him now—Draco and his loving arms.
Sliding in a second finger, Draco watched in awe as Harry adjusted in his relaxed state, eyes half-lidded and legs still wantonly spread apart. Draco curled the two digits up inside him, sighing at how tight Harry felt.
"Oh, Daddy, yes…"
"Fuck, I will never get tired of hearing you say that," Draco sighed fondly. "Never." He'd found the perfect submissive who'd been right in front of his face for his entire childhood.
"I'll never get tired of saying it, sir," Harry rasped in response.
Draco pushed in a third finger.
"Daddy…"
"Yes," he whispered, pumping in and out, stretching his walls by flexing his fingers open.
Harry groaned low and loud. It burned to be opened so, but that didn't stop him from loving every second of it.
When Draco finally inched forward in between his legs with his cock in-hand, Harry looked to him with a bleary haze of arousal in his eyes, nodding his affirmation of what he wanted Draco to do him next.
Draco licked his lips in response, fingers going as wide as they could so he could nudge his cockhead against him and begin to ease in. Now that burn was intense.
"Daddy," said Harry, voice thin.
"Harry," he responded after he'd disappeared completely into the other man. "My Harry. Don't you dare come until I say so."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Good boy. Good…" Draco murmured as he lifted his ankles to rest on his shoulders. Beneath him Harry adjusted to being completely immobilized, pinned by Draco's hips so all he could do was toss his head back and keen.
Harry did just that when Draco began to move inside him. It was slow, shallow thrusts at first but things never stayed as such with Draco in control. He gradually went deeper, which at this angle allowed him as deep as Harry had ever had him, almost feeling like his stomach was full. He also went faster, hips snapping forward into that velvety heat.
With little grunts of his own, Draco drove his cockhead home to where he belonged. Sweat was dripping down his shoulderblades, arms holding up Harry's shapely legs while he reconnected their hips over and over. "How is that?" Draco asked even though he knew the answer.
"It's so good, Daddy, please don't stop!"
That music to Draco's ears, along with every moan slipping out of Harry when he slipped into him. Their skin made obscene, wet sounds slapping together with this much lubricant coating Draco.
"I love it," Harry gasped. "Oh, I love it…" His eyelashes fluttered as he looked to Draco while their bodies bounced together, the man's face between his thrown-up calves.
Draco fucked Harry's arse with the same ferocity he'd taken his throat earlier, claiming both of his holes in one session so he'd feel them both aching in the morning, and be reminded of who owned them. Both men wanted that feeling for Harry so terribly.
The only thing Harry wanted more than a sore body later was a spent one now. He clenched and fluttered around Draco half on purpose to drive him mad and half because he couldn't stop himself from doing so. Being rammed repeatedly sent jolts up his spine and back down towards his cock, leaking again between them while Draco's dribbled inside of Harry.
They were both close, and Harry knew it was never too early to start begging. "Daddy, can I please come?"
"Absolutely not," Draco resisted, panting growing heavier as he thrust into Harry with all of his weight behind him.
Harry whined and amidst his moans made his best pout for Draco. "Please?"
"No, not until I say," Draco pushed back. His own thighs were trembling from the effort and he was just about ready to let go—but he held on to give Harry the longest session he could. "You'd think by now you'd have learned a little patience, but no. I'm going to have to keep teaching you this same lesson forever, aren't I?"
"Yes, forever," Harry rasped. "I never want to be without you, Daddy. You're the only one—the only one who can get me like this." His cock jumped between them, totally untouched by Draco thus far but achingly hard from the pounding his prostate was receiving. "Please…"
"Not yet," Draco countered, and to add to Harry's torture he brought a hand down to start stroking him once more. "Don't even think about it. Hold it for me."
"I," Harry groaned. "I can't control it. Please!"
"Yes you can. Hold it," Draco growled, clenching his thumb and forefinger around Harry's base. Harry howled and tossed his head back and Draco thought for sure he was done for, but they both held out.
"Please," Harry blubbered, unable to form any other words while Draco was overwhelming him like this, stroking him in tandem with his thrusts inside. "Please, please, please—"
"No," Draco snapped as his hips snapped forward. "Not yet, not yet, fuck, fuck—!"
With one last ragged moan Draco came inside Harry, breeding him deep like he'd promised to. The other man was shaking and practically drooling beneath him for an orgasm, pushed past words when his walls were coated in Draco's essence.
"Now," Draco wheezed, still thrusting without a care that he was growing soft. He could feel his come dribbling down out of Harry's hole, wide and used. "Now, Harry, come for me."
"Draco!" Harry practically screamed. He'd started shaking like a leaf the second Draco started coming in him, and had been unsure how much longer he could have held out. Now though with his release every muscle in his body tensed suddenly and then relaxed deeply. He made a mess of their stomachs between them, but neither seemed to care.
Harry's head lolled to the side, his breathing heavy and uneven as Draco lowered down his legs, equally winded. "Harry," he said, endorphins still rushing through his system. "Harry…"
"Draco, my Daddy Draco…" Harry whimpered, finally full like he wanted to be, and oh-so sensitive. "Can't you feel it?"
"Hm?"
"How close we are now that you've come in me. Can't you feel it? It feels so warm, Draco. Don't pull out just yet, please."
So Draco stayed buried in him, hand moving forward to cup his chin. "I feel it, Harry," he whispered in return, so only Harry could hear him. "I can feel your love."
"And I can feel yours. Draco, please…"
"Anything," Draco said, voice soft. Harry was deep in subspace and Draco was willing to do anything to keep him happy there. "Anything you want is yours." Did he need water, to be untied, a kiss…?
"Please never leave me," Harry squeaked out.
Draco's heart seized in his chest at the tender request. "I'm never leaving you, Harry. Never. What's gotten into your head, hm? Who said anything about leaving? No, no sir, I am right here with you and you're stuck with me. Who else would keep you in line, hm? I'm your Daddy. That's forever."
"Good," Harry whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek and a sniffle wracking his body. "Good. Can you untie me?"
"Oh, yes," Draco nodded, signaling for Harry to bring his hands down. When he did, Draco undid the silken bindings and tossed them to the side. Scooping Harry's hands up in his Draco kissed all over his wrist marks, showering them with nuzzles and affection. "…Can I pull out now?" Draco asked, not wanting to separate from Harry when he was clearly feeling fragile in the aftermath of their romp.
"Yeah," Harry nodded, and helped move his hips so that Draco could ease out of him.
The second he was free it allowed Draco to get even closer to Harry, wrapping his arms around the man as they lay entwined on the couch. "Who ever said anything about me leaving you?" Draco murmured, smoothing back Harry's hair to reveal his scar. Draco leaned forward and gave it a big kiss.
"I dunno," Harry shrugged, gripping Draco in return as he came down from his submissive high. "I guess I just got emotional during."
"That's okay. You're allowed to be emotional, you know. I'd be more concerned if you weren't after all that. Taking my orders, taking me in both holes, what a good boy you've been. You've made Daddy so happy." Draco kissed both of his cheeks. "So, so happy."
That made Harry happy. He smiled, silently tapping his lips to indicate he wanted Draco to kiss him there next. Draco gladly obliged.
After a few more moments exchanging soft kisses Harry was feeling more himself, less pile of goo. "You were perfect today, Draco. In every way. I couldn't have asked for more, truly."
Draco smiled against Harry's lips. "Yeah, well, I've got everything I asked for with you, so you could invite me to dinner with the Dark Lord himself and I'd show up."
Harry snorted. "I'll keep that in mind." He ran a hand through Draco's wispy hair. "Do you think," he said, voice more secure and confident than before. "That we could see your parents sometime? My reintroduction to them was… less than perfect, let's just say. I know you used to visit them once a month. I don't want to be the reason you stop going."
"Mother would be delighted to have you," Draco considered. "And father would relish the occasion to get to poke and prod at you with questions about your intentions. If you think you can stand that for a few hours, I'd be more than happy to set up something with them."
"Good. I'd like that," Harry nodded.
"Why the sudden urge to visit my parents?"
"Hey, you were the one who said it first: forever," Harry pointed out.
Draco blushed. He had said that, hadn't he? And Merlin help him, he'd meant it.
"Draco, you mean so much to me," Harry said. "I want things to be right between all of our family. I want… well, I want it to be 'our family'."
"I do, too," Draco replied softly. "Maybe, just maybe I wouldn't hate wearing a Weasley sweater."
Harry beamed. "They're very comfortable."
Hell, life with Harry was comfortable. It was soft, and sweet, and would Draco really mind if it lasted forever? Forever was kind of scary when said outside of the heat of passion—forever meant ever on, meant the 'M' word and it wasn't 'Malfoy'. Would it be Malfoy-Potter? Draco actually really, really liked the sound of that. "Thank you, Harry."
"Hm? What for?"
"For today, for just now, for everything," Draco clarified without clarifying much at all.
Harry raised a brow but let the vagueness be. "You're more than welcome for that and more."
"Good," Draco nodded. "Now, what do you say to getting clean?"
"Mmmm," Harry hummed to consider it. "Just five more minutes here."
"Alright," Draco said with a smile. "Just five more minutes."
As they lay there talking for the next hour, Draco wouldn't have traded it for the world.