It had been the happiest few weeks of Harry's life - he walked with a newfound spring in his step and even paperwork seemed somehow easier. And it was all down to one man.

Draco.

The blonde haunted Harry's every step, dancing with him through hospital rounds and sleeping beside him at night. Of course, he wasn't physically there, but he strayed through Harry's thoughts so often that he almost was. They saw each other on the website twice a day, in the morning for a chat before Harry had to leave for work, and then a long session in the evening that left them both exhausted and oh so very satisfied.

The package Harry had ordered had also arrived in the meantime, and was due to arrive at Draco's home today. Whilst the website manager refused to give Harry Draco's address, understandable really, she had agreed to act as an intermediary.

Harry had warned Draco a present would be arriving, but he had managed to resist Draco's pleas to know what it was. Only just though, that boy could be very … persuasive …

Soon enough, he was back home and had the website loaded.

Hi baby, how are you today?

"I'm good master," Draco grinned up at him. For all the anonymity had been exciting at the beginning, Harry couldn't help wishing that he could smile back at Draco and have it actually mean something. And the thought of being able to touch that creamy skin…

I'm glad. Did anything arrive for you today? Harry couldn't wait to see Draco's face when he opened it.

"Yeah, it did." Draco was grinning even more now.

Did you open it yet?

"No master, you said not to."

You're such a good boy baby. Do you have it with you?

"Here it is" Draco laughed, pulling it out from behind the camera to sit in front of his crossed legs on the floor.

Go on then, open it baby. I've been waiting for ages to see your face.

"Okay." Draco tore open the cardboard like a child at Christmas, and found another, black wooden box inside. He lifted it out almost reverently and set it back on the floor. He clicked the metal latch open and slowly opened the lid.

Harry watched eagerly as the box was opened and the contents revealed.

"Oh…master…." Draco gasped.

Lying in the box was a photograph. A photograph of Harry. Sadly, his face was swathed in shadows, but the rest of his body was completely, deliciously nude.

With shaking fingers Draco picked up the photo, tracing the graceful lines of his body. Moving it away from the box, he almost dropped it when he saw what was underneath it.

"I…" he stuttered, tears pooling in his expressive eyes.

Baby? Do you like it?

"I…I love it master. Its … it's incredible… how did you? How did you know?" Draco wondered, pulling the supple leather collar out of the box, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger as he caught the metal tag and scrutinised it.

"H? Master what does that mean?"

It's my initial darling. It's to show that you're mine.

"Ohhhh master I don't know what to say" Draco quavered.

Your face says it all baby. You're so very very welcome. Go on, put it on for me.

Draco pulled the buckle free and almost reverently fastened it snuggly around his neck.

Harry was rendered speechless by the sight of such a beautiful, ethereal creature bound to Harry's name and every whim.

"Master I … It feels so right … I … I feel complete. I love it."

"I love you."

Draco didn't know, but the pair had spoken simultaneously in declaring their love.

I love you too pet

They were both crying now.

Pet. You don't have to, but I, I'd like you to tell me your name.

"Umm…"

You really don't have to…

"It's Draco." Draco said, looking at the camera timidly.

That's a beautiful name Draco. It suits you baby.

Now I want to give you something. How would you feel about exchanging phone numbers? I'd love to text you during the day, and phone you during the night.

"I'd get to hear your voice?"

Yeah baby you would.

"Okay master. I really want to hear you."

I'm so pleased Draco. You're such a good boy, I'm gonna make this so good for you baby. Do you have your phone there?

Draco nodded

Okay, well you tell me your number and I'll call you now, if that's alright?

Draco quickly recited his number and grabbed his phone, laughing nervously as he waited for Harry's call.

Harry dialled hurriedly, but hesitated as he went to press the call button. What if Draco recognised his voice? But a quick glance at his screen and the nervously waiting Draco was all that it took to convince him that pleasuring Draco was worth the risk.

…Ring Ring…

He'd known it was coming, but the harsh trill of his phone made him jump. His heart was thudding in his chest as he brought the phone to his ear. He was a second away from hearing his master's voice. His lover's voice.

"Hi baby"

"It's really you," Draco gasped, unable to contain his joy at hearing the low, almost rumbling voice that seemed to resonate straight through him to his cock.

"Yes it is Draco. You are so beautiful darling, I've wanted to tell you that since the moment I saw you."

"Oh master I … I'm so overwhelmed. I don't know what to do."

"You don't have to do anything except what I tell you, my perfect slave."

"Yes master," Draco was practically quivering in delight and anticipation.

"Good boy."

Draco's reaction to hearing his master call him a 'good boy' was almost physical, it felt like warmth had spread through his whole body and caressed his very heart.

"Thank you master."

"Now, time for the session to begin. I can see you're ready to go." Harry's attention had been torn between Draco's beautiful face and his hard prick, but now he was focussed. "Put one hand on your collar pet to remind you who you belong to. You are mine Draco, all mine."

"Yes master," breathed Draco, placing his phone on speaker on the floor so he could still hear his master, and slid the fingers of his left hand round his neck. Unable to stand the pleasure of hearing his master, he wrapped his hand around his cock and groaned loudly as he stroked firmly.

"Pet. What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh. Fuck I'm sorry master. Please. I didn't mean to…"

"Save it pet. You know you need to wait for your pleasure."

"Yes master," Draco mumbled, reluctantly releasing his prick.

"Right. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Hands and knees baby. Show me your ass."

Draco turned round, presenting his ass to the camera.

"Now I want you to spank your own ass slave. Ten should do it I think. Count them out loud for me."

Knowing what was good for him, Draco followed Harry's instructions as fast as he could. The hot sting of his hand hurt his bare cheeks, but the ache that followed was nothing short of delicious. He knew this was a lesson he would not forget, and from the heavy groans he could hear coming from his phone, he knew his master wouldn't forget it in a hurry either.

Soon, Draco's punishment was over and his master had let him touch himself. They each stroked themselves together, revelling in the sound of each other's pleasure and when they'd finished, they just lay there listening to each other breathe.

"That was so good baby. I love that you can hear me now."

"Me too master. Your voice is so … I don't even know …. It does something to me."

"Just like your face beautiful. You're gorgeous. That collar looks amazing on you."

Draco's blush deepened. "It feels amazing master."

"I wish I could feel it."

"Me too. I want to feel your hands on me master."

"Do you really Draco? I'd love nothing more than to touch you for real."

"Really really master. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I just, hearing your voice, it's like, I don't know, it just feels more real and I … I don't know how much longer I can go without you."

"Oh baby. That's the best thing I've ever heard, I feel exactly the same about you. I love you."

"I love you too master."

"Shall we give it another couple of weeks then maybe think about meeting up? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, it would be wrong to rush things."

"Umm okay master. But I know I could never feel uncomfortable with you."

"Of course not baby, I would never hurt you. But still, it's better this way. You have to feel safe."

Draco knew that meeting people in real life when you'd only talked to them online could be dangerous. Especially given the particular site they'd met on. But he was convinced that his master would never hurt him. And that voice…that could never belong to a bad man. Well, not a really bad man. Just bad in a good way. "Yes master."

They talked into the night, had one more session and finally fell asleep.

In the morning, Draco woke up to find a text already waiting for him.

Good morning beautiful

It would be a good day today.