"Hello master" Draco said, his voice sounding almost childish in his excitement.

How are you today baby?

"Good master."

You look good baby, have you make yourself pretty just for me?

The thought that his master had actually noticed the effort Draco had gone to made Draco's heart quiver. "Yes master. I want to look good for you."

Did you wash yourself everywhere darling? Even in your ass?

"Yes master," any chance Draco had of hiding his blush was well any truly gone now.

Show me.

Swallowing hard to hide his surprise, Draco turned around, ass to the camera and leant his chest on the floor so he could reach back and pull his cheeks apart with both hands.

Oh good boy. Such a pretty asshole. So tight and ready for me.

"Thankyou master" Draco gasped out. His cock was already leaking against his stomach and he hadn't even been touched yet.

Want to play with it for me little one?

Draco had turned to face the camera again, and he was just turning back round when he was stopped.

No not like that I want to see your face.

Draco was unsure how to get his finger to his ass from a different angle, and he hesitated.

I'll tell you how baby, don't worry.

Maybe it would seem patronising to someone else, but Draco just felt settled and taken care of. His master would tell him what to do.

Alright. Now, do you have any pillows there with you?

"Yes master."

Good. Go and get them.

When Draco returned with several large velvet cushions the instructions were waiting for him.

Kneel down and put the pillows behind you. Try to arrange them in a pile that gets higher as it gets further away from you. Put your arm behind your back and touch your pretty little asshole. Now lie backwards but try to keep your face visible and use the pillows to take some of the weight off your arm. Spread your legs and you'll be just perfect.

After a bit of manouvering Draco was in position, and although it was a little awkward to get into, he felt surprisingly comfortable once he was there.

Hmm you look fantastic baby. Now take your arms back and suck your finger, imagine it's your master's cock.

"Yes master" Draco moaned, before filling his mouth with his index and his middle finger. He rolled his tongue around them and his eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure as he imagined lavishing the same attention on master's cock.

Good boy. Now, put your arm back where it was and push at your pretty little asshole till it's all the way in.

"Oh fuck." The expletive dripped from Draco's usually mild mannered mouth as his finger penetrated his tight asshole.

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Harry's eyes were fixed on his screen as he directed his own personal porn film. No, that was wrong, he thought, that made it sound cheap and nasty. But it wasn't. It was beautiful, Draco was perfectly, decadently beautiful, so vulnerable and pure, even when he was spread out so lewdly.

He pressed a hand against his already hard prick through his trousers, hissing from the pleasurable pain of the friction. He had to get out of these clothes. Setting the laptop down he pulled at the fabric desperately and was soon completely nude.

Oh fuck baby you look amazing. Keep going. Moan for me.

Harry almost regretted that instruction as a litanty of moans fells from Draco's mouth and filtered through Harry's speakers. Quite apart from the effect they had on his erection, the sounds made the longing that had wrapped itself around his heart tighten. He wanted so badly to hear those sounds in person, to hear Draco sigh 'Harry', amongst the breathy moans of 'Master'.

But that was impossible. Draco would only moan for his master, not just for Harry. He would just have to content himself with knowing that he was Draco's master.

Shaking himself out of his gloomy thoughts, Harry turned back to Draco, who so deserved to command his undivided attention.

You're so good. How does it feel having your finger in your ass and your master watching?

"Mmm ... Fuck master ... I ... It feels so good master ... I want it to be your finger master ... I ... I want more master ... please ..." Draco moaned out. A light sheen of sweat was now coating his alabaster skin, and his panting was causing his chest to heave and fall deliciously.

I know you do slave. Well done for asking permission. Add another finger then as a reward baby. Stretch yourself out for my cock.

"Oh yes master ... mmm I want your cock so bad ..."

At the sight of two fingers sliding so nicely in and out of Draco's hole Harry had to squeeze around the base of his cock to stop himself from coming too soon.

It wants you too baby. I'm so hard for you right now.

Speech seemed beyond Draco as he pushed his fingers further inside his body. If his almost continual whine of ecstacy was anything to go by, he must have been rubbing his prostate with every stroke.

"Oh fuck" Harry whined to himself. It was too much. The sights, the sounds, even a saint wouldn't be able to restrain themselves.

"Please master please ... I'm gonna ... I'm gonna come ... please let me ... please master" whimpered Draco pathetically as he practically humped the air searching for some kind of friction on his cock.

No baby. Hold on. Hold on for me. Keep pushing your prostate for me. You look beautiful darling, I'm not ready for you to come yet, my perfect slave.

"Nnmmhhh oh master please I can't..."

Yes you can. Keep going. Don't touch your cock. When your perfect body has made me come, then you can come. Yeah, perform for me slave.

His words seemed to spur Draco onto new levels of wild abandon. Head thrown back, mouth open in an unending moan, free hand fisting the air and the other hand moving his fingers furiously in and out of his still-tight hole, the vision before Harry was incredible.

He could hold it in no longer and soon his orgasm was racing through his body and come was thrown onto his flat stomach.

After reveling in the aftershocks, Harry pulled himself up and dragged his laptop towards him. Of course, poor Draco didn't know the effect he'd had on his master, and was still whining and grunting desperately as his cock strained for release.

Too exhausted to type eloquently, Harry simply sent the instruction Come.

Despite its brevity, it had the intended, spectacular effect on his pretty slave, who juddered once, pressed his fingers directly onto his prostate and, before he could even get his other hand to his cock, he was coming.

If Harry had thought Draco was at his most beautiful in the midst of sex, he was reconsidering fast as he gazed at the sated smile, relaxed body and ruffled hair of his lover. And the 'icing on the cake', as it were, was the come decorating the soft skin of Draco's torso.

Fuck baby you are amazing.

"Th...Thankyou master" Draco gasped, still riding his high back down to earth.

You made me come so hard slave. I wish you were here so I could feed it to you.

"Mmm I'd like that master. I want to taste it, lick it from your cock."

That sounds good baby. You like sucking cock?

"Yes master."

Great.

The pair lapsed into a comfortable silence as they both savoured the last of the come down.

"Are you still there master?"

Yes pet, of course I am. How are you feeling?

"So good master," smiled Draco, rolling onto his stomach and leaning on his elbow as he gazed at the camera.

Me too typed Harry, smiling at the adorable boy in front of him. Neither of them could stop grinning.

"Master? I just, I was wondering what you looked like? Could you, could you tell me something about you?" Draco looked so nervous, so hesitant to ask for the smallest thing from his dominant lover.

Of course baby. You want to imagine me there with you.

Harry knew he was right when a light blush spread across Draco's cheeks.

Well then ... I'm about average height for a man, black hair, green eyes. I'm pretty strong and pretty muscled, but I don't spend all my time at the gym. My skin's not as soft or pale as yours, but I'm not tanned, and my hands are calloused from years of sport.

Harry wished he could read Draco's mind then, but then, it seemed to be writ large across his face that he liked what he was hearing.

They talked for hours, never revealing anything significant, but at the same time baring their souls to each other. At one point Harry managed to ask -

Do you talk to other dominants on this site?

"Ummm..." Draco seemed reluctant to answer and Harry's heart dropped to his feet. For some reason, after only two days, everything in his body was screaming that Draco was his, and his alone!

"No."

Are you sure? You aren't lying to me baby? You wouldn't lie to your master would you? Your first master at least.

"You're my only master, I swear. Please master you have to believe me." Draco almost seemed distressed to think that Harry didn't trust him.

Then why do you look so nervous?

"I, I just, I don't know, I just didn't want to seem inexperienced or, umm, too keen? It's just I don't want you to think I'm crazy or obsessed or anything, but I did get some requests from other doms today and I, umm, I turned them down." Draco's blush had returned full force and his eyes were downcast - he was so embarrassed he couldn't even make eye contact with a camera.

Harry couldn't reply for a second, he was stunned. Draco Malfoy had turned down other, probably better, doms, for him. For Harry.

He was perfect. Draco fucking Malfoy was the perfect man for him.

"Master?"

Baby you are perfect. Don't ever change.

"What do you mean master?" asked Draco, perking up considerably.

I mean that you are just amazing and I can't think of anyone I'd want to be my pet more than you.

And just so you know, I don't talk to any subs other than you, and you were my first as well.

"Really?" Draco seemed incredulous.

Really.

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence as each of them complemented the strength of the connection they had made, in spite of the anonymity (at least on Harry's part) and the potential for sleazy encounters on that site.

That poignant quiet was interrupted by a surprisingly loud yawn from Draco. Harry started, he should have realised how tired the boy was, his eyes had been drooping for about an hour.

You should get some sleep baby, it's really late.

"Aww but I don't want to master, I want to keep talking to you," Draco whined through another yawn.

You can talk to me tomorrow pet, but you're falling asleep already.

"Oh okay ... what time?"

Well its saturday tomorrow, and my day off, are you busy at all?

"No master" smiled Draco.

Excellent. What about 11am? I like to lie in when I can, and you need the sleep too.

"Okay master" Draco was grinning now, already excited for the next morning.

Great, I can't wait baby. Goodnight kiss then off to bed with you.

"Yes master. Night night." Draco pressed another chaste kiss to the camera and gave Harry the brightest smile he had ever seen before the connection ended.

Smiling to himself, Harry closed his laptop, slid it onto the floor by his bed and drifted quickly off to sleep. And if in his sleep his hand clenched and unclenched, searching for the warm body he wanted to be sleeping next to him, that was between him and his dreams.

Hey x I've been working on this chapter for a few days, and I got some really bad news today, so I'd really appreciate it if you could review and tell me if you liked it ? Please do, it would make me really happy xx