AN: Wrote this when I heard Trump got COVID-19 in a fit of joy. Everyone else stay healthy, but sincerely, that man can rot.
Chapter 18: Best One Yet
All Draco Malfoy wanted for his birthday was some peace and goddamn quiet. His friends, as always, made sure that never happened.
"Haaaaappy biiiirthday dear Draaaaco," everyone sang, Harry hanging off of Draco's arm already a few drinks in, just as Draco was. "Happy birthday to you!" Everyone dissolved into clapping and laughter.
"Make a wish!" Pansy reminded Draco as he leaned in to blow out the candles.
Draco considered it, and then with a determined look in his eye blew out the flames.
Everyone cheered again, hands reaching out to muss up Draco's hair or clap him on the back. He fought off all physical affection except for Harry's, keeping his man tucked under his arm for the evening just like he knew he liked it. Drinking made Harry a little sillier and an ounce more socially confident as well, counteracting some of the anxiety he might feel.
It made sense for Harry to be intimidated by a meeting of Slytherins after how the last one with his parents had gone, so Draco kept him close.
Thankfully Draco's friends were a significantly easier crowd to please than his parents, so the pair of old school rivals were having quite the nice, if a bit rowdy, evening at Pansy's house.
"What'd you wish for?" asked Blaise.
"Obviously he can't say," Pansy corrected his course. "Otherwise it won't come true!"
"Gifts next, gifts next!" Theo chanted, clearly excited about whatever he'd gotten Draco.
Harry had searched high and low for a gift that could express his love and gratitude to Draco, and he was pretty damn proud of what he'd gotten, but he was still nervous to see Draco's reaction to it. It was the one thing on his shopping spree that he'd bought with Potter money to keep the purchase totally secret.
"Give me a minute to eat this," Draco complained with a smile, motioning to the fudge chocolate cake Pansy had ordered for the occasion. It read 'Happy 28th Draco' and had green dragons drawn in icing decorating the sides. "It's been calling my name all night. And I need another drink."
"The birthday boy says jump, and I say how drunk," Pansy half-slurred with the utmost pride as she fixed him a Tequila Sunrise. Her wand sent it floating into Draco's hand.
Draco sampled the drink and offered it to Harry. "This is delicious, you have to try this."
Harry sipped through the festive little straw Pansy had put in it. "Mm, this is delicious. You can barely taste the alcohol."
"That's the danger of Pansy's efficient mixing," Theo warned, already on his third mixed drink for the evening, nursing a bright pink cocktail. "It sneaks up on you. Helps having a Healer around."
Goyle, who had stuck to beer for the evening, stuck to what was really important: cutting the cake. "Here you go," the man said, handing a plate to Draco and then one to Harry.
"Thanks," Harry nodded. It was a small party, but somehow these Slytherins made it feel like the center of a much larger one, where they were the inner circle. Harry had never really felt anything like that before, and it was exciting. "Oh, wow," he exclaimed after claiming a forkful of his cake slice. "This is so perfectly rich."
"Just like your boyfriend," Theo sighed happily as he set to eating his own slice.
"Oh, Harry!" Pansy said, nodding her thanks to Greg for the slice he sent over to her. "You have to tell me what you've been buying with Draco's money! I love those kinds of stories."
"Well, I've been getting into model trains, miniatures and things. Draco surprised me by clearing out a room for me to work on them on the fourth floor," Harry explained with a grateful look to his beloved. There was a big raised platform with soft green felt on it that served as the base for Harry's little town he was going to build out around his train.
It scratched the same itch as decorating the Manor with Draco, and they were beginning to run out of room to do that.
"Fourth floor? That's the last floor that needs to be done and then the attic, right?" Blaise recalled. "Damn, you might actually finish this thing, the two of you."
"Am I sensing doubt that we would?" Draco asked with narrowed eyes over his drink. Or maybe they were just half-lidded from all the alcohol.
"The fact is you've made more progress in these last few months with Harry than you made from years on your own with the project," Theo pointed out. "So cheers, cheers to you two." He raised his pink drink and finished it off.
Draco raised his drink too, finishing most of it and passing off the remains for Harry to kill. "Alright, let's see what you all got to embarrass me this year," Draco assented to continuing on with presents.
"Mine first!" Theo enthused, handing over a square box with a green ribbon on it.
Draco used his wand to make a small incision on the present almost surgically. While he'd never perform any medical service while drunk he was pretty impressed with himself for getting the rectangle out of the wrapping paper with as few tears as possible.
The rectangle on closer inspection was a brand-new book, one Draco had been looking forward to reading when it was released in the next two months. He opened the cover to find a signature from the author themself. "Theodore, how did you even get your gay little hands on this?"
"I have my ways," he reminded his friend and stole a hug from him. "Happy birthday."
They side-hugged with the arm that wasn't holding Harry.
The following gifts from his friends were just as extravagant and hard to acquire.
With the next gifts from his posse Draco accepted another drink, this one he didn't even know the origin of, it had just found its way into his hand like parties at Pansy's went. It made him think of how they'd all have to be sober at the entrapment play party—consent was essential and couldn't be truly achieved in a party setting if alcohol was being served… even if it was all just a ruse to snare a rat.
"And that's as many as I can take tonight," he announced when that drink was emptied.
Pansy booed but understood. It was getting late, and she knew that Draco would want an after-party of only two back at the Manor.
There was only one gift left on the table: Harry's. Draco had seen the small box in plain white giftwrap be placed down when they arrived here hours ago, and had raised an eyebrow at Harry who had simply smiled.
"Go on," Harry encouraged. "It's not my only gift, but it's the only one I could give to you in mixed company."
The Slytherins cackled at that one.
"Alright," Draco said, picking it up and giving it a little shake close to his ear as if that would reveal anything. "Hm." He pointed his wand at a taped-down corner and the wrapping came undone, revealing a pearlescent clasped box within.
Draco's heart sped up. It looked like a jewelry box.
Carefully he undid the clasp holding the box shut, and was amazed by what he found.
Two silver cufflinks with an engraved ebony 'D' on each were nestled in the center of the velvety case. "Oh, Harry… I love them."
"You do?" Harry asked just to be sure.
"Yes, I adore them. They'll fit right in with my Healer robes." That was Draco's first thought, as he wanted to show these off as soon as possible.
Draco pulled Harry in by his thin black tie for an appreciative kiss. Everyone clapped.
"Thank you, sweetheart," Draco murmured against his lips so only Harry could hear.
Harry melted to hear the petname, batting his lashes behind his glasses. It was Draco's party but when he looked at him like that Harry felt like the belle of the ball.
"Let's get out of here," Draco said conspiratorially to Harry.
"Let's."
They said their goodbyes and were met with much teasing as to their departure.
"Do come up for air sometime, I actually happen to like having Harry around," Blaise told them. He kept to himself the embarrassing fact that this was the happiest he'd ever seen Draco.
"We'll meet up again," said Greg because they always did.
After the last drunken hugs—and arse squeezes—from Pansy the couple bid their fondest adieus and stepped into the Floo.
The second they were home it didn't matter how foxed Harry was, he'd had this planned and was going to execute, dammit. "Stop," he said, stepping out in front of Draco and pointing an accusing finger on his chest. "You give me ten minutes, and then follow me up to our room. I have to get everything ready."
Ten minutes had never passed slower in Draco's life. It was more like nine and a half by the time he began his ascent up to the third floor.
"Harry?" Draco called out as a warning, letting him know he'd gotten to the top of the stairs. No response. So, Draco went towards his room—their room, as Harry had so aptly put it—and turned both knobs of the double doors at once, opening them together.
The sight that was revealed to Draco and prevailed onto his memory forever on was Harry Potter on his knees in a black-and-white maid's costume, green eyes flicking up to meet his. Harry had a duster in-hand like he'd been sweeping the bedframe.
"Welcome home, Daddy," Harry greeted him lowly from his position on his hands and knees on the carpet. The lacy black skirt just barely covered the generous curve of his arse as it dipped into garters on his thighs that held up fishnet stockings. "Today's your special day."
Draco was frozen in the doorframe for a moment, pupils dilating. With that adorable bonnet in his hair and everything Harry was the image of his schoolboy fantasies, all dolled up and posed.
"And I'm your special toy," Harry went on, putting an arch in his back and sighing fondly. Rendering the usually-chatty Draco speechless was a triumph he was basking in. "Won't you come play with me?"
"Yes," Draco finally forced out, hands flying to his own tie to loosen and discard it as he stepped forward. He stalked up to Harry licking his lips and dragging his gaze up and down Harry's body. Draco was hard already. "Oh, my minx of a pet," he marveled. "You make Daddy so happy."
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived now grown into the man who survived, felt awash with happiness all his own to hear that. The positive reinforcement, the implicit trust, the steady hand he'd always wanted, it was all in Draco.
Draco unbuttoned his shirt looking down at Harry hungrily, almost overwhelmed. Where to start on this lovely buffet of skin and lace? "Stand up," he ordered, and Harry stood less wobbly on his tall heels than he used to. "Do a turn."
Harry blushed and complied, doing a little spin that made his skirts flounce.
Draco swept his hands up Harry's sides and came to rest stroking under his clean-shaven chin affectionately. "Utterly breathtaking. Do you like how you look?"
"I do," Harry admitted. He felt cute, and stockings were like a whole new world to him. "I think I'll wear this more often, seeing what it does to you, too."
"My darling housewhore, I would love nothing more."
Harry laughed and Draco moved his thumbs up to stroke his cheeks.
"So I get you all to myself, huh?" Draco questioned, tipping Harry's chin up and turning it to the side to inspect his jawline like he was calculating something.
"Yes, Daddy. I know you don't like to share," Harry grinned, letting Draco move his body in these slight ways, inspecting his haul for the evening. "That's why I'm yours."
Draco smiled wickedly, his hands coming down to rest on Harry's shoulders. "That's what I like to hear. You've gotten so good at, well, being good." He gave Harry's shoulders a squeeze. "You've responded very positively to my guidance and training. I think tonight we both deserve a treat." Draco reached under Harry's maid costume and gave the strap of his bra a snap.
Harry let out a small noise, inching closer to Draco. "Thank you, sir."
Finally Draco put a rough arm around Harry's waist and pulled him in. "You're quite welcome," he said against Harry's jawline, giving it a nip before biting his lips even harder. "I'm going to make you come twice tonight, no stopping in between."
A little shiver went down Harry's spine thinking of how oversensitive he'd be after the first orgasm. Well, if anyone could do it, it was Draco. He dragged his hands up Draco's bare back and curled around his shoulders, holding to him tight. "Thank you, Daddy."
Draco gave his sweet boy a final kiss, then grabbed a handful of Harry's outer thigh to bring it up and wrap his leg around his waist.
"This first time, you can come whenever you like," Draco murmured, smoothing his hand over the thigh he'd brought up, hiking up Harry's skirts to see his lacy black underthings barely able to hold all of him in. "But the second time you must wait for my permission."
Harry hummed his understanding, stealing a kiss from Draco even though it could be considered naughty.
Too enamored with the sweet gesture of it all, Draco only gave Harry a little pinch in the end. "Your pulse is so quick," he tested by his thigh. "Excited?"
"Thrilled," Harry responded breathlessly, undulating his hips forward against Draco's hard-on.
"That's my eager slut," Draco cooed, squeezing his thigh almost painfully tight. Harry let out a quiet sigh, head tipping back. As soon as he'd exposed his neck Draco went for the jugular, literally.
Draco dragged his teeth across the bump of Harry's Adam's apple and bit down to the side of it, sucking the beginnings of a bruise onto Harry's luscious clean skin. Harry kept his head back so Draco could leave a darker mark, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Ah," Draco breathed once he was satisfied with the marking he left on Harry. "Now, I want you on that bed on all-fours like you were on the carpet." Draco slapped Harry's thigh to get him going.
Harry walked around the side of the bed and climbed on, slinking his way across the comforter. Harry turned so his arse was facing Draco and propped himself up on his hands and knees once more. His legs were spread far enough apart and his body bent over just enough to see glimpses of his panties under his fluffy skirts.
"You," Draco nearly whispered. "Are like a dream come true." Draco stepped forward so he was at the edge of the bed, both hands immediately going to cup and grope the globes of Harry's arse. He pushed his skirts up just enough to get to him. "This arse is art—what I would do if I could paint."
For now though Draco was focused on a tactile experience, rubbing and occasionally spanking Harry's arse. What made Harry's toes curl in his heels was when Draco reached between his legs and gently fondled his cock and balls in his hand through the panties.
"You're hard as I am already, my dearest trollop," Draco boasted. "You love a little degradation during your pleasure." Draco flipped Harry's skirts back all the way so he could deliver a full-palm spank on both cheeks of Harry's arse.
Harry gasped and wriggled, looking over his shoulder with lust-filled eyes. "I do when it comes from you," he admitted. It made him feel simple, uncomplicated. Just a whore for Daddy's use.
"Filthy boy." Draco's voice was nothing but fond. He moved his hands up Harry's back and around to his chest. "Looking like this and enjoying it." He reached down Harry's costume and bra to find his perky nipples waiting. "Dressing up for Daddy…" Draco squeezed those nipples tight. "So slutty for it."
With a moan Harry squirmed and pushed his chest out for more as if to confirm Draco's words.
Draco's blood burned like a fire had been lit in him. "On your back, whore," Draco instructed. "I want to see those tits when I play with them."
Harry first collapsed his arms and then rolled onto his back in a display of almost animalistic submission.
"Lovely." Draco reached forward and caressed Harry's chest through his black satin costume. "Such a pretty little chest." Between one finger and his thumb Draco kneaded Harry's left nipple, yanking up on it gently. "I think I'll fuck it. Undo my trousers and take off my pants."
Still under Draco's complete control with how he had his nipple grasped, Harry did his best to do what he was told. He unbuttoned Draco's black trousers and pushed them down over the tent in his pants, getting them all the way down to Draco's knees before Draco let go of his nipple and helped himself out of the last of his clothing.
When his cock flopped free Harry licked his lips. Draco crawled up over Harry and took a seat on his ribcage, mostly supported by his knees on either side of him but still pressing him down quite hard. Having to think about breathing made it all the more ragged.
Draco pushed down Harry's costume and used both hands to cup Harry's pectorals, making small lumps of them that he then ran his cock in between. Draco tore open the front of the black bra Harry had on so they were skin-on-skin.
"Daddy!"
"Daddy'll buy you another," Draco promised with a smart grin and Harry narrowed his eyes. "Such a beauty you are when you're cross with me. Don't you worry, I'll keep you dressed in all the finest."
Harry's concern for the garment faded when he looked down. The sight of what was going on between them alone made Harry feel so dirty, so obscene. Draco's cock looked incredible gliding on his chest like that, and it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. His heart was pounding. Draco never failed to incorporate all of Harry's body when they had sex. There he was, proud as a peacock, rocking on Harry's admittedly mostly-flat chest like it was all he knew how to do.
Hanging more uselessly than ever the opened bra at least served to frame Harry's chest visually, making quite the sight for Draco on top of him. "Mmm, such a pretty boy you are," Draco praised. After a few more pronounced thrusts against Harry's sternum, Draco pulled his hands back to set Harry's chest free. He moved back down Harry's body, not breaking eye contact even once. "Let's see if… oh, yes," Draco grinned wickedly as his hands wasted no time finding their way right up Harry's skirts again. "Still hard."
"My whole body for you, just like always," Harry said softly, thighs spreading wide again.
Draco pried his grey eyes from Harry's faux-innocence in his green ones, as intoxicating as it was to see. He next focused on Harry's groin, palming all around it but never quite staying long enough to satisfy. "You are such a treat. Harry Potter, trembling for me in his pretty knickers." Draco pushed them to the side and set Harry's cock free. "Why, I could just eat you up."
So Draco got low and did just that, licking up and down Harry's taint. Harry made a squeak of surprise at how warm his tongue was on him. Draco's left hand held Harry's hips down while the right one circled his cockhead with his index finger. Just one finger, toying with the tip.
All of this served to make Harry see stars, hips convulsing up but ultimately being held down by Draco's grip so the teasing touches were all he got.
Draco's strokes of his tongue grew longer and more languid, lapping at the edges of his hole before finally circling around it and licking over it. Rimming Harry was pure bliss in any scenario, but having his face well up Harry's skirts was another feeling entirely. Everything was black lace and tan skin, driving Draco deeper and deeper.
Harry, wrists covered by two frilly black and white cuffs, slowly moved his hands down to scratch between Draco's shoulders. It got him a hum of appreciation against his hole, drawing a quiet moan from the back of his throat.
With an unrelenting fervor Draco pushed his tongue against the first barrier of Harry's walls, licking it open. Each moan from Harry spurred Draco to go harder, faster, deeper with his tongue strokes.
Chin covered in saliva Draco worshipped Harry's hole in near-silent prayer, the wet smacking sounds all that could be heard.
"If you keep," Harry rasped. "Doing that, I'm gonna come."
So Draco kept doing it, and Harry let out a low growl at how the sensation built up in his gut. Draco had given him permission to come whenever he liked this first time, and it seemed Draco was far from done eating him out. Harry was almost embarrassed at how Draco had barely gotten to his cock yet and he was feeling weak in the knees.
"Daddy," Harry whined, and in return received a merciful hand around his length.
Draco shamelessly snogged Harry's arsehole while stroking. Harry was in for it after this, but Draco was feeling indulgent towards him for this first one.
"Daddy!" Harry's voice rang out in their bedroom. "I'm, oh, I'm so close…"
In response Draco stroked even faster, tightening his fist around Harry as he moved it up and down on him. Draco felt Harry's balls clench against his face and gave a big pump to watch as a thick, white rope shot out of him.
Harry, whole body shaking, was left little to do but lay back and moan as he was milked for all he was worth by Draco's hand. Draco squeezed hard around the base and all the way up, eking out a last bead of come that he licked up before it could begin falling down the side of Harry.
As for the rest of Harry's mess his cute little costume was all sullied. Draco looked up from between his legs with complete satisfaction about this. "That's my boy," he breathed, still trying to catch his own breath. "But don't go thinking you can relax now. I promised you much more tonight."
"Yes…" Harry's hands massaged Draco's shoulders as he remained between his legs. "May I," Harry asked. "May I have a kiss, Daddy?"
Draco gave him a cocky grin. "Sure thing, my love." The blond pushed himself up and leaned over Harry with the intent of kissing him silly. He kept his hands down between Harry's legs, though. As shaky and oversensitive as he could feel the man was while kissing him, Draco wasn't done with Harry.
Draco took his limp cock in-hand and toyed with it. Beneath him Harry squirmed and flexed his toes in his heels. "Daddy," he gasped against Draco's mouth. His aftershocks were barely done and Draco was playing with him already. Harry probably wouldn't even be able to get hard for another fifteen minutes, and whimpered at the thought of being fondled that long.
"Yes, my pet, Daddy's going to rub you raw," Draco assured him smoothly. "Open those whore legs now, you won't get anywhere trying to escape from me."
With one last kiss to Harry's trembling lips Draco pulled back, sitting back on his heels so he had a perch from which to view the groveling man below him. From this angle he could see all of Harry, and Merlin, did he look incredible.
Draco reached for his wand from his discarded trousers and murmured a spell that slicked his palms up with lubricant. Draco warmed it in his hands, making sure it wasn't too cold for when he smoothed it over Harry's puckered hole.
This feeling was so familiar to Harry now that it was a comfort. He let his eyelids flutter shut and a serene smile take over his face as he felt Draco's first finger push inside him.
"Draco…" Harry sighed, feeling all the more connected to him now.
"Harry," Draco breathed, easing his finger in and out with a happy sigh. "My Harry."
The finger pressed against the roof of Harry's warm cavern, rubbing a spot deep within him that made Harry's whole body warm. His member was still recovering, but this internal attention felt divine.
Draco spent a nice, long while with just that one finger. It slid in so easily and made Harry sigh along with Draco. There were two hearts beating, and two sets of lungs breathing in one another.
Minutes or an eternity passed like this before Draco finally put his other hand to use doing what he'd promised he'd do. "How's this feel?" Draco asked, stroking Harry's spent prick in tandem with the machinations of his finger inside him.
Harry whimpered and writhed against the bed. He could feel himself twitching back to life almost painfully. "Sensitive," Harry got out between whines. "I can't believe I'm getting hard again so fast…"
"We never have tested your refractory period," Draco realized with a sly smile. "Perhaps all you ever needed was a little encouragement."
Draco's hand rubbing him up and down with such dedication sure felt like more than a 'little' encouragement. Harry's toes were permanently curled under now in his heels.
"Look at my painslut," Draco sighed in awe, pushing in a second finger to stretch Harry open. Harry responded with a grateful groan. "Making the prettiest noises for me as he gets all stiff again. I'm going to fuck that second orgasm right out of you."
A full-body shiver enveloped Harry. "Thank you, Daddy," he whispered and Draco curled a third finger inside him, three fingertips massaging his prostate. Harry was seeing stars, his whines floating far up above their heads into the tall ceiling. "That feels so good…"
"Yeah? You like this?" Draco teased because of course he did, Harry looked like a man possessed with the way he twisted against the sheets in response to Draco. "You like having a man open you up while you're dressed like this, covered in your own mess?"
"Uh-huh," Harry nodded before his noises turned to more moans. Heaven help him, his cock was fully erect again. Harry was at his own body's mercy at this point, feeling achy and shuddery with his resurrection. His legs shook, and it took Draco taking his hand off his cock to force his hips down and make them stop. "I'm ready," Harry insisted. "I'm ready for you."
A slow smile curled up on Draco's lips. "You're shaking so hard, love. Maybe I should be gentle—" he began to tease again.
"Don't you dare," Harry responded. "I need you."
"Need me to what?" Draco prompted, spreading all three fingers wide.
Harry choked out a groan. "I need you to wreck me, Daddy."
Draco lined up his cock and pushed it in with one swift motion of his hips, mounting Harry and encouraging his legs around his waist. Draco bit his lower lip at how right it felt to sink into Harry's warmth, crawling forward to bite down on Harry's lower lip in return.
As Draco modeled where he wanted Harry to be—clinging to him and kissing him—Harry felt like a beautiful doll being posed for Draco's enjoyment. Yes, it was literal objectification of himself, but he couldn't fight how hot it felt to be wanted like this, like a special toy. Draco had taught him there was no sense in fighting his desires, not when they were something that brought Harry pleasure in this cold, at times cruel world—and never cruel in the fun way.
Harry couldn't bring himself to feel shame for it when Draco's slow rocks of his hips grew to deeper thrusts, to something like touching his soul.
Draco was feeling similarly blessed, having waited so long to get inside Harry when he was all dolled up like this for him. "Such an obedient housewhore," Draco moaned, nails digging into Harry's hips as he moved them onto himself. "You're such fun. Maybe," he breathed onto Harry's wanting lips. "One day I'll tie you up, put a thrusting dildo in you and see how many times I can make you come in a row."
A loud whimper left Harry at the thought of it alone—even louder than the ones he made when Draco's skin connected to his in his repetitive drilling.
"Yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Draco realized as he thrust, cock burying deeper each time. "A toy for my toy." His grip on Harry's hips began to hurt, and Harry loved it.
"Yes," Harry replied breathlessly. "Yes, I want whatever you can give me. I'll take a toy for you as long as you want."
"That's my boy," Draco encouraged. "My good, good boy." Draco sealed the statement with an open-mouthed kiss, tongue exploring deep within Harry's mouth. The raven-haired man suckled on his tongue, helplessly stuffed in both holes.
It was this sensation that nearly did Harry in again, and Draco could tell.
"You're close again, aren't you," Draco grinned, far too proud of himself. "Well I haven't given you permission yet, so you best keep being Daddy's good boy." He reached between them and felt Harry's tip wet and weeping, and decided to torture it some more with his own light teasing.
"I'm," Harry gasped at the new contact. "I'm trying, Daddy. I can be good, I can be very good, I promise." His ramblings were interrupted by a loud noise out of the back of his throat. It almost hurt to be hard again and felt like his upcoming orgasm would be punctuated with that pain. He could hardly wait.
Draco huffed, nearly out of breath from how hard he was giving it to Harry. "Yes, hold off on it," Draco encouraged, edging Harry into oblivion with his full palm now. "Not yet, not yet…"
"I'll be good," Harry promised, though his voice was practically in another register now. The strain was visible on his face, holding himself back from succumbing to the splashes of heat inside of him. "I'll be good."
"Yes," Draco growled. "Yes you will."
"Daddy—"
"Not yet." Though Draco was breaking down himself, he would force himself to last to the last possible second, the last possible moment for Harry. "Just a bit longer…"
Harry was driven mad beyond words, green eyes looking up pleadingly at Draco's.
"Now come with Daddy, come with me now," Draco ordered, ragged and out of breath.
Both men clenched tight, the sharp contraction of Harry's inner muscles driving Draco to cry out as he came inside him. Harry melted back into the mattress with a loud groan of his own, significantly less ejaculate coming out but still dribbling all over his maid's skirt.
"Harry…" Draco wheezed out after his release, clutching his precious boy so tight. "Daddy's here."
In return Harry locked his legs around Draco, refusing to let him go. "Happy," Harry said, rocking their hips together still to ride out their orgasms to nothing. "Happy birthday, my love."
"You've made it a memorable one," Draco encouraged, not yet pulling out for he knew how Harry loved to hold him inside of him. "My love."
When Draco was too soft to stay in he gently slid out, going for his wand so he could conjure them water. Harry would never let him go down to the kitchen after this, so he'd packed the bedside drawers with snacks and towels and salve for when he spanked him.
Lifting the cup to Harry's lips he drank up, needing to stay hydrated not only from their scene but from the alcohol they'd been sipping on earlier. Harry still felt tipsy, though it clearly hadn't been enough to stop his arousal. If anything it had fueled it.
"Thank you," Harry whispered when he'd had enough to drink.
"You're very welcome. So polite," Draco praised and scratched under Harry's chin. This maid had a little stubble on him, making him all the hotter. "And so good." Draco peppered Harry's forehead with kisses. "Now, shall we head to the bath?"
"Yes, please," Harry requested. As fun as the costume had been it was beginning to pinch in some of the wrong places on his sides and was indeed covered in his come.
Draco reached down to Harry's feet and helped him take his shoes off. "I'll be carrying you there, of course. No need for you to walk."
Harry smiled. "Such a caretaker my Daddy is." Harry was also grateful because he wasn't sure if he could walk after all that, legs like gelatin. So he waited for Draco to get up and scoop him up bridal-style, beginning their walk to the bathroom.
Draco, with some effort though he liked to think he was in-shape, carried Harry without the aid of a feather-weight charm. It was only a few meters away but still, the gesture was what mattered to Harry.
Draco laid Harry down on the cushioned bench on the wall perpendicular to the massive tub. It was the biggest in the house, and if Draco was being honest with himself he'd admit it was always intended to hold two people.
Being alone before Harry in this big, empty house was overwhelming.
Now the four floors, attic, basement, and garden felt smaller, more lived in.
"Let me see…" Draco began undressing Harry wrists first, undoing the adorable little frills he had around them. Next came the costume itself, and Harry's underthings, including those beautiful stockings. Everything went in a hamper to the side, to be sorted and washed later. "Looks like you'll have to go shopping again," he said of the bra he'd ripped. "Oops."
"You don't sound very guilt-ridden about it," Harry accused in his recline.
"Come now, Harry. You have Daddy's money to buy you anything you like." Lastly Draco removed the bonnet from Harry's raven hair, and gently removed his glasses, placing them to the side. Harry was completely bare in front of him now, smiling to himself lazily as he floated in subspace. "Soon," Draco began as he turned on the hot water. "It will be your birthday, too."
Harry was once again reminded just how close in age they were. "You don't have to do anything big," Harry said and was immediately corrected.
"Yes, I do. The party can be small like mine was, but if you think I'm not showering you in gifts and endless affection you're sorely mistaken. The way I see it, I have a lot of making up to do for the birthdays of yours I missed, and the ones your horrible aunt and uncle didn't pay enough attention to."
Harry's smile went wider. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Draco confirmed, and poured a vial of blue liquid into the bath. Bubbles began to form and it smelled of the ocean's breeze. "I take my role very seriously, you know."
"Being my Daddy or my boyfriend?" Harry asked, voice playful but secretly curious as to what Draco's answer would be.
"Both," Draco responded firmly, turning off the water. "They're one in the same urge to spoil you like you deserve."
Harry liked that answer. With Draco's help he got over to the bubbling tub and stepped in, sliding down beside a pulsing jet and humming softly.
"Do you see much of a difference between the roles?" Draco asked, climbing in after him. Now it was he who was curious. Would things change if that were to switch to fiancé, or spouse? Draco's heart sped up at the thought.
Harry, mind still quite fuzzy, had to focus his attention for a second. "No," he admitted. "Especially when our secret is out there." And that he was less excited about.
Draco hummed knowingly in response, sliding an arm around Harry's waist beneath the water. Was he just letting his father get to him? Draco always experienced some sort of angst when there was overlap between what he wanted and what his father wanted.
"We'll catch them," Harry spoke again, this time more determined. The trap was laid for the following weekend—Midnight in Paris. It would hopefully be a short night, one with a decisive outcome and a target for the Malfoy lawyers to sue the pants off of.
Maybe that would put his parents at ease, their catching the one who let their secret slip. It would at least give Lucius an outlet to be angry with someone who wasn't Harry.
"We will," Draco agreed. He got a fragrant bar of mulberry soap to drag over Harry's wet skin, sudsing him up. "And we'll make them pay."
Harry sighed happily and leaned into Draco's touches. "I love it when you talk punishment," Harry told him, cheeky as ever. They couldn't dwell too long on somber revenge, not when they'd just done something so joyful together.
"You love it when I talk," Draco told him. "Luckily for you I do quite a bit of talking."
"You've got a lovely voice," Harry complimented and followed it up with a kiss to the cheek. "I think your singing voice is even lovelier."
Draco's cheeks went pink as he scrubbed down Harry's arms and precious chest. "You're the only one who gets to hear it except the occasional drunken karaoke incident," Draco informed him.
"Then consider me honored and curious as to when I can get you in front of a karaoke machine."
"Machine? No, no, I'm talking about the wizarding kind."
"Of course you are," Harry laughed and rolled his eyes, offering Draco his leg to wash. Draco happily took it up and began soaping along his calves. "But would you try the muggle kind? For me?"
Those were the two magic words. "For you… sure," Draco relented, and had a terrible feeling that a karaoke machine would be amongst Harry's upcoming purchases. "But I don't know many muggle songs, so it'll be mostly guesswork."
"Even better," Harry laughed again to imagine Draco fumbling a Beyoncé song.
"You just want to see me embarrass myself, you naughty thing," Draco accused and gave his thigh a sharp pinch.
Harry made a half-chuckle and half-squeak at the pinch. "I just want to hear you sing—I'm completely innocent," he lied, hands up as if he were speaking with an Auror.
"Completely innocent," Draco repeated. "Far from it, darling, but that's why you're so much fun."
"I don't think anyone ever described me as that before you."
"What, 'fun'? You're for sure my favorite play partner of all time, I'll give you that as well," Draco said. "Harry Potter is plenty fun once you get him in nothing but his knickers."
Harry, heaven help him, giggled. He buried his face in Draco's shoulder as he laughed into it, giving it a few kisses that made Draco glow with pride. His submissive adored him, just like he'd always dreamed of. He wasn't just some cruel master who liked to hit it and quit, he was in for the long-haul regarding Harry's happiness, health, and wellbeing.
"Well," Harry said, face still a bit pink. "I think you're fun too, Daddy. You make me happy, or… How do I put it…?" Harry searched for the words. "You make me feel like happiness is possible, not just with you but alone, too. I've had a lot of fun putting the greenhouse together, and soon the plants will be able to survive outside it. Hey, wait. Maybe that's the perfect way to describe it. You're like my greenhouse, safe and full of nourishment that lets me survive outside of it, too."
No one had ever called Draco a greenhouse before, but the analogy was too cute to pass up enjoying. "I'm so glad, little love. I'll always be here to tend to you. Feed you, water you, make sure you get enough sunshine…"
Harry hummed and put both of his arms around Draco, water sloshing slightly as he moved. "I love you."
"And I love you."
"Happy birthday, Draco."
And as the clock on the wall counted down the last minutes of his birthday, Draco knew this was the best one yet.