Harry wakes up disoriented, unable to remember when he had gotten into bed. A slight stretch makes known the achy pins and needles covering most of his body. The events of the day before come back to him full force, followed by a wave of arousal. He had asked Draco to use him, and that's exactly what the other man had done.
Harry basks in the memory for a moment before opening his eyes to survey the room. Frowning, Harry notices that Draco is nowhere to be seen. He hated it when the blonde left before he was up. His mind would go on overdrive.
The blonde in question, however, was having an issue of his own.
"He is yours is he not?! Demand it!" Lucius Malfoy had once again invaded his son's home.
"And if I don't want to?" Draco drawls uninterestingly.
If his father thought demanding things would work, he was sorely mistaken. Draco no longer responded to demands.
"I am your father!" Lucius insists, aghast.
"And?"
Seeing that Draco would not respond to reason, Lucius swiftly brings his cane up in attempt to bring it down across his son's torso.
In the past, Draco would cower and shield himself in response to his father's abuse.
This time, he caught it.
If the impact of the cane on his hand was felt in any way, Draco gave no indication.
And when Lucius attempts to take it back, nor does Draco let go. Instead, a quick expelliarmus throws the older man back into the wall.
"You ungrateful, meaningless, useless excuse for a son! Have you lost your honor? Everything I have distilled into that pathetic brain of yours?"
Lucius was now livid, losing it quickly.
"Oh contraire father, I feel you've taught me very well." Draco responds, drawl still evident in his voice.
Lucius' first few visits had thrown him off guard, but no longer. He would never again fall to his father's demands.
The older man stills, eyeing his son up and down as though for the first time. Draco truly was no longer the boy he had left behind. He clears his throat and responds,
"Very well, I will inform your mother of your treachery."
Guilt. Lucius' last resort. Draco was no stranger to his ways. The man in front of him had not changed one bit.
Draco says nothing, this time allowing his father to grab the cane from his hands and apparate away.
Draco wonders curiously if he might perhaps be able to teach the other man a lesson or two. Return the favor, so to speak.
x
This time when Draco apparates over to Harry's, the dark haired man immediately stops what he is doing.
He had been at the kitchen table, reading a book of some sort, when he looked up at Draco with wild, slightly alarmed, eyes.
Before Draco could ask what was wrong, Harry returned to the now familiar position on his knees, head bowed.
As for Draco himself, he was convinced he would never get used to such open submission from the other man. It electrified every vein in his body and he emits a low, hungry growl from his throat.
However, he does not forget the disconcerting look on Harry's face as he had done so, and kneels down in front of the other man, tilting Harry's head up with a finger under the chin.
"Why hello to you too pet." he says hungrily, kissing the other man tenderly.
Harry whimpers into his mouth and when Draco parts their lips he braces his head on the blonde's shoulder.
Draco arms instinctively go up to hug Harry protectively as he becomes slightly concerned.
"Is something the matter Harry?" he asks. He could feel Harry's breath quicken against his neck and he pushes the reluctant man away so that Draco could look into his eyes.
Harry was near tears.
"Hey hey, what's happened?" Whatever it was, Draco could see it wasn't going to come easily. Harry was in sub-mode, and Draco would treat him as such. He bends the other man over underneath his left arm and delivers five solid smacks to his rear, before pulling his back up.
Harry's eyes appeared a bit more focused yet he was still working himself up over something, clearly.
"Are you going to tell me, or will I need to force it out of you?"
Harry simply bows his head, attempting shamefully to avoid Draco's eyes. Draco sighs, standing up.
"Very well then." he says, grabbing a fistful of dark hair in a not so gentle way.
Harry goes up without a fight, allowing Draco to maneuver him bent across the table and acceptingly buries his head into his hands.
Despite his misery, Harry hears the whistle of Draco's belt through the loops, the fiddling of the buckle as Draco wounds it around his hand.
Willingly or unwillingly, Harry couldn't truly say for sure, he finds himself beginning to harden in his pants at the thought of feeling the strap across his arse.
Draco then unbuckles and pulls down Harry's own pants, laying the strap across his cheeks in warning, before bringing it down with a solid CRACK.
Harry groans into the table, the bite of the belt stinging deep in a way that, after a moment, he concludes, was very much needed.
"Is this what you need, pet?" Harry nods into his hands, feeling the heat rise to cheeks and his cock harden fully.
Another CRACK, harder this time, has Harry fiddling from foot to foot, nails digging into his arms. This stroke was less enjoyable, yet still very much welcomed by every fiber of his body.
"What was that?" Draco says, sharper. Harry then realizes that Draco wants a verbal response, but only digs his head deeper into his arms.
The next CRACK left no room for questions, and Harry found the words pouring out of his mouth even as he reflexively straightens up off the table to grab his abused cheeks with both hands. That lash was not meant to be enjoyed.
"FUCK, Draco. Yes, I need it. Not so hard, please." he begged.
Draco allows him to rub for a split second before a hand shoves Harry back into position.
"Is that for you to decide pet?" Draco asks dangerously, raising the belt a fourth time and bringing it down sharply still.
Harry whimpers, his voice no longer betraying him as he responds right away.
"No, Draco." he responds submissively, groaning.
"Who decides that pet?" another lash. While Draco's words held a particular bite and heaps of expectation, the belt did not, falling with a more tolerable smack.
"You, Draco." CRACK
"Spell it out for me love."
"You decide how hard you'll whip me Draco." Harry responds, groaning louder. He was so, so hard. So needy.
"And why is that?" CRACK
"Ugh, fuck! Because you're my dom?" CRACK
"Is that a question?"
"No, Draco. I submit to you." Harry says fully, much to Draco's pleasure, as this time the moan slips from Draco's lips approvingly.
"Good. Now are you ready to tell me what's the matter?"
Silence. Harry holds his breath in preparation for the next lash, which most certainly comes.
"Very well. Just let me know when you're ready to talk then." Draco did not sound pleased, and did not hesitate to show it. He had said his piece, the rest was up to Harry.
To Draco's credit, he did not intend to particularly hurt the other man. He watched Harry carefully to determine how hard to strike so that Harry would most certainly feel it but not terribly so. The terribly so would come in time.
And it did.
Four smacks later Harry speaks up again.
"Draco, it hurts." he says pitifully. Unfortunately for him, this does not affect Draco's pace in the slightest, and the belt falls once more.
"You know what you need to do." Draco responds neutrally.
As the belt falls this time, Harry suddenly covers his bum protectively with his hands, but does not otherwise move from his position. Unperturbed, Draco does not flinch, and a solid red line forms against the backs of Harry's knuckles. Harry hurriedly pulls them back to his chest.
"Will I need to restrain you?" Draco asks, finally stilling the belt in his hands. Harry's whimpers admittedly went both to his heart and his groin.
Draco just wanted to get this part over with already. He just wanted to suck and nibble the pain away, comfort and fuck his sub in the way he so obviously needed.
"No, no Draco I'll tell you. It's just really embarrassing." Harry clenches his hands in frustration at the never-ending loop of self loathing that circled in his head.
Harry numbly feels a hand pull him up off the table and guide him to the sofa. Draco sits and pulls Harry down to straddle him.
Again Harry goes willingly and attempts to bury himself into the blonde's shoulder once more.
"No, none of that. You will tell me. Now." Draco was done with Harry's antics. He brings his hands to rub at the tender flesh of Harry's arse in a way that is most certainly as painful as it is pleasurable.
Harrys eyes glaze over and he whimpers, bowing his head submissively as he pouts at the slight rejection.
"I don't like it when you leave without telling me." His voice was tiny and only barely comprehendible, but Draco manages to make sense of it.
A bright, amused smile comes to Draco's face.
"Is that all?!" he laughs slightly and Harry's own expression screws up in displeasure.
"It's not funny!" He shoves lightly against Draco's chest.
"Come on Harry. You've got to admit it's a little funny. That's all that was bothering you?"
"I told you it was embarrassing." he grumbles.
"Oh Harry, it's not. I love it when you remind me of how much you want me." Draco admits easily.
"Need." Harry corrects.
Draco's heart skips a beat as he gathers the implication of the word, but surely he misunderstood.
"Sorry?"
Harry's face reddens deeply, but he repeats himself, looking away.
"Need. I need you."
Draco moans.
"Mmmm. Oh Harry. D'You mean that?" the glazed look returns to Draco's eyes, and the fervor to his voice.
Harry hears this, and is encouraged by it, nodding his head shyly.
Draco responds by pulling Harry's lips to his own, claiming them roughly.
He lifts them both to adjust so that Harry is now lying back on the couch with Draco on top of him.
Harry's legs move naturally to straddle Draco's torso. He moans needily as the rough cloth of Draco's pants irritate his already sore rear.
While Harry could not help but note that Draco had not said the words back to him, it was hard to ignore the amount of need he felt pouring out of blonde as he rutted roughly against Harry, his rock hard-on already demanding entrance to Harry's body.
It was perfect.