Chapter IV
Draco moved in front of Harry, kicking the wooden block out from under the smaller boy so that if he hadn't caught himself on his elbows, he would have fallen face down.
"On your knees, Potter." Draco snarled, grabbing a handful of Harry's hair and yanking him up. With his hands still tied to the floor in front of him, Harry could only rise to all fours, and the sudden pain had tears slipping down his cheeks.
With a flick of his wand Draco lengthened the tie so he could pull the Gryffindor up higher. God, he had thought about this moment so often in the past weeks that it was hard to believe it was actually happening. Harry Potter; bound, half-naked, and begging for him; Draco Malfoy.
Kneeling, Harry looked up at Draco with wide eyes. As the blonde boy popped the top button his pants, Harry's mouth parted unconsciously, and he liked his lips. In the back of his mind he knew that he should be disgusted with himself, that he should be reeling back in horror instead of straining forwards in fascination.
Draco paused, his pants half undone. That look in Potter's eyes… a kind of terrible yearning coupled with vulnerability… it struck a chord within him. Draco had seen the very same look in his eyes whenever he had caught himself in a mirror after just awakening in the morning. Fury washed over him, and without warning he backhanded Harry across the face. Once, twice, until the ring on his hand split the skin over Harry's cheekbone and blood dripped off the Gryffindor's face. That weak look was gone from Potter's eyes, and instead the boy glanced up at Draco with mistrust and fear, like a puppy that had just been kicked.
Draco felt himself give the smallest flinch at the wounded look in Harry's eyes. That more than anything else caused the rage inside him to flare, and he grabbed Harry's face with one hand, his fingers digging cruelly into the still-bleeding cut on Harry's cheek. Delighting in the soft noise of pain Harry made, Draco finished unbuttoning his pants with his free hand.
"Don't just kneel there sniveling," Draco ran his fingers in an almost loving caress through Harry's hair. "Do something more useful with your mouth," his hand fisted in Harry's thick black hair, and he dragged the boy's mouth towards him. "If you even think about biting me, I'll Crucio you until you won't even know your own name."
Harry tried to twist his head to the side, tried to escape the painful grip Draco had on his hair. No matter that the thought of having Draco in his mouth was enough to make Harry almost writhe with desire, he still had enough of his pride left to try and fight.
In response to Harry's almost half-hearted protest, Draco yanked viciously on the Gryffindor's hair, pulling up enough that Harry's neck stretched out in a painful angle. The sight of the long column of pale flesh framed by the whiteness of Harry's shirt made Draco want to lick his way down, but he merely gritted his teeth and forced Harry's head to an even more painful angle.
"Stop fucking around, Potter. Suck. Me. Off."
The pain caused a tear to slip down Harry's cheek and it mingled with the fresh blood. Unable to nod, he could only part his lips in surrender.
Smirking, and hard enough that it was almost painful, Draco relaxed his hold on Harry and watched as the Gryffindor dipped his head down.
Harry had never done something like this before. As much as the thought had been half formed in his head for the past several weeks, he had not actually considered that he might find himself having to do the actual thing. Hesitant, and not entirely sure he would be able to do as Draco demanded, Harry licked his lips and touched them to the tip of Draco's cock.
At the first soft brush of Harry's lips, Draco's hips jerked forwards, and he nearly groaned. The fist in Harry's hair tightened, but instead of pulling, pushed Harry's head down, and in doing so pushed himself between the kneeling boy's lips.
Harry's eyes rolled up to look at Draco's face as the older boy groaned, and a sliver of delight coursed through Harry. With nothing but a touch of his lips, he could make Draco groan aloud with pleasure. Resolving that he would make the Slytherine do more than simply groan, Harry opened his mouth wider, and took more of Draco in.
The feel of the other boy's silken hardness, hot and thick in his mouth, was somehow the most arousing sensation Harry had ever experienced. His tongue, tentative at first, began to stroke Draco's flesh, growing bolder as Draco bucked into him.
Draco's eyes closed as Harry began to suck on him, his jaws clenching as he tried to contain the moan that rose in his throat. The Gryffindor was making soft mewling noises around Draco's cock, and Potter strained forwards in his bonds, trying to further impale himself on Draco.
Frustrated that he was unable to use his hands on the older boy, Harry started to bob his head up and down. Each time he tried to pull more of Draco's cock into his mouth, but because of the angle he was not able to get as much as he wanted. Moving back, Harry lifted his mouth off of Draco.
Draco's closed eyes flew open at the sudden retreat. Just as he tightened his hand in Harry's hair, intending to force the boy back, Harry's tongue darted out and ran up Draco's shaft in one quick lick. Draco's hand slackened in Harry's hair, and he groaned.
Pleased with himself, Harry licked Draco again, harder this time. It was not soon until he was lapping at Draco's cock like a cat with cream. The delicate touch of the Gryffindor's tongue was agonizing, and Draco felt himself having to choke back pleas that Harry take him back into his mouth. It was only after a faint pause where Harry gathered his breath that Draco recalled that he was the one in charge—not Harry.
The fingers that had remained loose against the back of Harry's head suddenly clenched, and a strangled gasp of pain escaped Harry's throat and left him breathless. Viciously twisting his hand, Draco yanked Harry's head down, and shoved his cock as far down Harry's throat as it would go.
The Gryffindor gagged, chocking on the length and thickness. The spasms of Harry's throat as he tried to breath around Draco only succeeded in making the Slytherine push himself further into Harry. The lack of air combined with the pain caused tears to run down Harry's cheeks as he fought to breathe.
Opening his eyes, Draco cried out at the pleasure of watching his biggest rival gag around his cock. The sight coupled with the incredible sensation was enough to make him scream, and he shuddered with delight as he came in a sudden burst in Harry's mouth.
Draco was shoved so far down Harry's throat that Harry could not help but swallow.
With one last groan, Draco pulled out of Harry's mouth and released his hand from Harry's hair. Desperately sucking in air, Harry dropped to the floor, his tear stained cheeks pale and come still glistening on his lips.
Draco leaned against the wall, needing a moment to recover. Through half-closed eyes he watched Harry lie panting on the floor. A smile of satisfaction danced over Draco's lips. He doubted that the image of the sorely used Gryffindor, the remains of Draco's pleasure still clinging to his mouth, would ever leave his mind.
Smirking at Harry, Draco pulled his pants back up and headed towards the door. He was nearly out when he remembered. Turning around, he flicked his wand, and the tie binding Harry's hands unwound. Turning a lazy eye to the rest of the dungeon, he merely arched his eyebrows before leaving Harry to clean up.