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Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - No Magic | Pet Play | BDSM | Kitten Play | Dominant Harry | Submissive Draco | Mutual Pining
Usually, the second that Draco Malfoy was stepping out of the town car and onto the sidewalk and looked up at the apartment building where his Dominant lived, his shoulders were beginning to slump and the butterflies in the pit of his stomach were beginning to swarm. Usually, he could already feel his head beginning to empty, even if his day had been completely overwhelming and hectic, because he knew exactly what he needed to do once he got into the building to make his Dom happy and proud, and that he had time to settle and get himself ready, and washed and dressed, but…
Today was different.
Draco and Harry generally only met once a month, on a Friday night through to a Sunday morning, but today, it was a Tuesday, they'd only seen each other the other week, and instead of coming directly from his job at the bank, he'd actually gone home and freshened up first.
The surprise was clear on Owen Miles' face, the doorman, as Draco approached, but he schooled his expression quickly and ducked his head in a smile and a nod as he opened the door and held it for Draco.
"Mr Malfoy," Owen murmured, and Draco flashed him a quick smile, a little terse because he just—he just really wasn't the best at interacting with people and especially at the end of a work day and when he felt this wound up...He just didn't have it in him to be able to loosen his body and smile normally. He hated that, because Owen was always so lovely to him, and that made him feel worse as he walked through the lobby and toward the stairs at the far end. Usually he took the elevator, but Harry Potter was only three floors up and Draco just...He didn't want to admit it, but maybe he was biding his time, even though these scenes and the time between were the highlights of his week when they happened. It was just...This time was different, though.
This wasn't one of their regularly planned scenes.
This was Tuesday, only a week and a few days after Draco had last been here, although...It pained Draco to use the word only, even in his head, given how long the days felt between their scenes.
Draco had actually asked for this—and while there had been the sound of surprise in Harry's voice when they had been speaking on the phone on Sunday, he had agreed instantly, which had made Draco breathe so much easier. Even though they had been in a contract for just over nine months now, and had been playing together for almost a year, it had taken a while for Draco to really feel comfortable, to feel himself relax, but Luna Lovegood had been right, when she had introduced them at the Patronus Lounge, saying that she believed they were a good match.
They were.
Draco had never been with a Dominant—a person—like Harry, and he really hoped that he was giving back to the other man just a portion of what Harry gave to him.
On Friday afternoons, Draco would normally arrive at Harry's apartment building and let himself in, because that was one of the afternoons that Harry didn't work from home. Harry understood that Draco needed to get comfortable and familiar with the space that he was going to be in if he was going to relaxed and settled, and even though he had visited Harry's place numerous times by now, getting reacclimated always just...Felt so good, and the fact that Harry trusted him? It meant so much to Draco. He would shower, change into the outfit that Harry had chosen out for him the night before, and then get settled in the lounge as he waited for Harry to arrive at the apartment. And then when Harry arrived...The first thing he would do is put Draco in his collar, and his ears, and his tail, and...Draco's body vibrated at the thought. And that was when their scene and their weekend together would begin.
This time was different, though, because Harry worked at home most other days, and he definitely did today, and so things would be starting in a way that Draco wasn't used to. In a way, that made him more excited, because he loved trying new things with Harry, but then also...Nervous, a bit anxious, because it had been him asking for a scene, and he just...Truly had no idea what to expect.
Draco used his key to let himself into the apartment, as normal, because Harry had text him last night and told him to. After they had spoken on Sunday evening, Harry had simply told him to come over with his favourite kitten gear and to let himself in, and that he would take over everything else from there. Sometimes Harry had specific requests for what he wanted Draco to bring, or how he wanted the Submissive to prepare himself, but this was straight to the point and uncomplicated because they both knew Draco's favourite kitten gear.
Pink-white silky ears that clipped into his pale blonde hair with a matching tail plug, simple but so sweet, with soft mittens to keep his hands restricted. Usually Harry had him pair them with only a pair of thigh highs and a thong, or a long shirt, but whatever he decided, Draco had those clothes at Harry's.
"Sir?" Draco scrunched his nose, annoyed at the way he had to clear his throat as he knocked his knuckles on the door of Harry's office. "Sir?" He repeated again, but he could already hear Harry's voice responding.
"Come in, kitten," Harry's voice was warm, even through the half closed door, and Draco felt those butterflies in his stomach beginning to lessen, just hearing his Dominant's voice was enough to help ease the tension in his body. As Draco stepped into the room, his eyes were drawn over to where Harry's desk was, absolutely cluttered in just—in everything—which was something that would absolutely drive Draco up the wall, but an environment that Harry absolutely thrived in. Harry's head was already lifted from the art tablet in front of him, a smile spreading across his face as Draco came forward, a responding smile lifting the corners of his mouth. "You look beautiful," was the next thing out of Harry's mouth and Draco…
He blushed.
One of the many things he hated about having skin as pale as his was the fact that it was impossible to hide when he was blushing, he could feel the burn on his cheeks, spreading up to his ears, but he didn't hide his face.
Early on, very early on, Harry had told him quietly but firmly, with two fingers gripping his chin while Draco had been knelt in front of him, that he always wanted to see his face. That he thought Draco was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen, and he always wanted to see his eyes.
Draco barely had a chance to stop himself falling from that point.
"Thank you, sir," Draco mumbled, and he forced himself not to drop his eyes, instead chewing down on his bottom lip and taking in a controlled breath through his nose.
"You look like you showered before you came over…" Harry's eyes were drifting over him, and it was a pretty obvious thing to notice, Draco guessed, because his hair was damp, but he was also wearing something different than he usually would when coming from the bank, a tighter pair of jeans—tight around his ass anyway, but looser around his waist so that he didn't have any weird marks against his belly—with a loose, chiffon blouse. Maybe he'd also dabbed on a little bit of makeup and perfume as well...He and Harry might not be in a committed romantic relationship, but at the moment, neither of them were seeing anyone romantically, and they were exclusively in a contract with each other. They had also both been very upfront when entering into their contract, that they weren't ready for a relationship but that they wouldn't set romantic feelings as a hard limit. Harry had been the first one to say that he would be happy to let their relationship open to develop later on, and Draco didn't think he'd ever been around anyone who made him feel that reassured and safe, and he had known that things would develop, even if just for him. "Can I ask why you wanted a scene today, love?" Harry asked, and that made Draco drop his eyes.
"Uh," Draco blinked. Work had been stressful, his father had been stressful, Theodore fucking Nott was stressful because Draco had just needed to bail him out of jail for the umpteenth time, but…He took in a deep breath before lifting his chin again. "I missed you," Draco murmured because...That was definitely the main reason.
Things had been stressful and just...The only person that his brain kept coming back to was Harry.
As his eyes met his Dominants, Harry's face was softening even more, and Draco felt the way his shoulders relaxed even further.
"I always miss you, kitten," Harry murmured, and that fog, that pleasant cloudiness, it started to fill the space between Draco's ears, his body beginning to relax completely and just enjoy the presence of his Dominant. "You brought the things I asked you to?"
"Yes, Sir," Draco responded instantly and Harry's lips quirked upward just slightly more in the corners before he was nodding.
"Undress for me, pet," he murmured. "Want you naked." Draco's hands were already going to the buttons of his plum coloured blouse, and he felt goosebumps breaking out over his skin as he wiggled his toes, reminded of the stockings that he was wearing underneath his jeans. He slipped off his shirt, and he wasn't wearing any jewellery to take off because he hadn't put any back on after his shower since Harry only liked him in the accessories that he approved when they were playing. Harry was watching, sharp blue eyes tracing every movement as Draco's fingers went to the button of his jeans, undoing it and sliding down the zipper, and he heard the intake of breath from Harry as he saw that underneath, Draco wasn't wearing any underwear. They were both quiet as Draco leaned down to take off his shoes, and—Harry went completely quiet.
The air in the apartment was warm from the conditioning unit, and Draco's skin prickled nicely under Harry's gaze. Draco's feet looked even more delicate and small in the white stockings he was wearing, and he could feel the slight padding underneath where the pink paws were, pressing into the floor beneath him as he felt the blush beginning to spread throughout his body, down his neck and toward his chest. He took off his jeans, sliding them down over his thighs and stepping out of them, so that he was almost completely bare in front of Harry, his cock already started to fill out between his legs. He then hesitated as he was left there in just his stockings, lace edging up over his knees, because he wanted to keep them on but Harry had told him that he wanted him to be naked, and Draco always tried to follow his orders completely so he reached down his fingertips toward the top of his stockings.
"Keep those on, kitten," Harry spoke up and Draco froze before letting out a happy sigh, letting himself curl back upwards. He shifted his toes inside his stockings, feeling the slide of the silk material under his feet before looking back up at Harry, and there was a dark heat that made his stomach swirl when he saw the way Harry had his lower lip tugged under his teeth. "You're beautiful," Harry's voice was so sincere, in a way that made Draco whimper and turn his feet inwards under the heavy gaze.
Harry took pity on him, knowing how difficult Draco found praise, even though he craved it so much, and he jerked his head slightly, indicating that his Submissive come over to join him.
"Bring over your things, I'll choose what collar I want you in once I see what you've brought," Harry told him and Draco nodded, although he had a feeling he knew which collar his Dominant would choose, given which one they had they suited the ears and tail that Draco had brought...They were a frequent combination. Harry was already smiling by the time that Draco had opened his bag, and taken out his ears and tail and mittens. "I thought you might bring those…" his smile was endeared but his eyes were still heated as they touched the base plug of the tail Draco was handing him. Before, when hearing those words from a Dom or Domme, he might have been embarrassed in his predictability, always feeling as though he had to try something new and different to keep up with whatever they wanted, and what people around them were doing.
But with Harry, Harry reassured him that their dynamic was whatever they made it, and he never made Draco insecure about the things he was most comfortable in, and what he loved the most.
"Kneel for me, kitten," Harry murmured, pushing back from his desk, the wheels rolling back on the carpet so that there was space for Draco in front of him. Harry had a big desk, one where the surface was completely covered with his sketch pad, an open laptop, some charcoal pencils and coloured pens, a few of the last comics that he had worked on as references also stacked, and then his adjustable art desk which had his drawing tablet propped up against it, but underneath it—underneath it was completely empty except for a pink fluffy pet bed that he would only got out occasionally, usually the day after one of their harder scenes.
Draco loved the pet bed.
"Do you need to go and use the bathroom, or can I put your tail in?" Harry asked gently, not acknowledging the bed, even though Draco's eyes were glued to it, unable to pull his eyes away, but he was nodding quickly in response, because he had been very thorough in cleaning himself before coming over, unsure if he was going to have time to settle in the apartment like he usually did. He was glad he had, because his brain was feeling completely fried now, his limbs beginning to feel like mush as he stared at the fluffy bed at Harry's feet. He knelt in front of his Dominant, sinking to his knees in the carpet and crossing his ankles behind him as he waited for Harry's next command, his eyelids feeling heavy already. "Turn around for me, kitten," there was an amused twinge to Harry's voice, as though he knew that Draco's mind had already become one track, completely focused on the bed, but he was still listening.
He always did his best to listen to Harry.
It was only when he was fully sunk in subspace or the morning after an intense scene, when he was still finding it difficult to centre himself that he sometimes found it hard to follow Harry's words.
But right now, even though his find was so full of cloudy thoughts that were completely centered around the bed that he was hoping he was going to be able to sink into, right at Harry's feet, where he belonged, he still listened to Harry. He turned around, shuffling his knees slightly until his back was facing Harry, his spine curved forward and his ass presented and a moment later, there was a tap of two fingers at the base of his spine, indicating he lift his ass. He did, and he couldn't help the sharp little breath he let out as Harry's fingers tugged his cheeks apart, one of his thumbs running down his crack and pressing at his hole lightly, edging inside just a bit which made Draco's eyes roll back inside his head.
"Good pet, you're stretched from playing last night?" Harry murmured, and heat prickled over Draco's skin as he remembered the photos that he had sent to his Dominant last night, nodding shakily. They weren't in a twenty-four/seven dynamic, and Harry didn't control his orgasms outside of the time they spent together, but as part of their rules, once a week, Draco would send him a video. Last night, given he knew that they would be playing today, Draco had used one of his vibrators on himself, pushing it in slowly and shakily filming the moment when he came untouched. "You'll take your tail so well," Harry hummed as he opened one of the drawers of his desk, and a moment later, something cold and slick was touching Draco's rim.
Harry wasn't rough, but his movements weren't slow, making Draco's body sway slightly as he was stretched and gently manhandled, before Harry was reaching for Draco's tail, lubing up the plug and sliding it inside. Draco's hole clenched around it, his shoulders and hips flexing as he adjusted, the plug only stretching him slightly more than two of Harry's fingers were. He felt the soft fur against his ass, and the backs of his thighs, and then Harry's hand was smoothing down his spine, letting him know he could shift back to rest on his heels. The change in position meant that the plug shifted inside him, moving against his walls, and his back teeth grinding together at the pleasurable stretch before Harry was speaking again.
"Turn back to face me, pet," he was saying, and it was a bit ridiculous with how fast Draco was starting to fall under, while they were just getting started. And it hadn't even been that long since they had played, but he had just...He had missed Harry so much, and this was just...Everything he wanted. Harry would know, as well, he would know how affected Draco was, because he could read Draco like an open book, as a person and also as Draco's Dominant, and he would be able to pick up on the way his eyes were already looking glassy and his lips were slightly parted, his tongue darting out to wet the bottom one. "You're so pretty," Harry cooed, fingers brushing over Draco's face, pushing a few strands of blonde hair back from his forehead before reaching for the ears. He clipped them into Draco's hair with ease, needing to adjust the second one slightly when he leaned back and looked at how they were just slightly uneven, but Draco didn't mind, he didn't mind one bit. He loved when Harry fussed over him, getting him just the way he wanted him, even though he reassured Draco over and over again of how gorgeous he thought he was always.
Harry was then reaching back for his top drawer, something he'd obviously had organized before, which made Draco's heart sing, thudding hard and steady in his chest, because the way that Harry always put so much forethought and care into their scenes made him so happy.
Draco's eyes widened slightly as he looked toward Harry's hands, because he had surprised him with his choice of collar. His Dominant had a few collars that he could choose between when it came to their scenes, and he had a couple of pretty ones, ones that were more specifically for softer scenes, or for when Draco was his lovely kitten, and that was one of the ones that Draco had been expecting, because of his choice in ears and tail. But the one that Harry had in his top drawer wasn't one of those, it was a white faux-leather collar with a few gold studs, a buckle at the back and a gold d-ring at the front. This collar wasn't incredibly fancy but it was still pretty and went well with the rest of his kitten gear, and it was also sturdy, and then—then there was what came with that particular collar.
A matching leash, one that clipped directly onto the collar and was something they didn't use a lot, because it wasn't the strongest collar and leash set they had and when they had rougher scenes, they had another one they used.
But Draco...He loved this one, he loved that it was something that made him feel so owned and small, like the heavier leash did, but also cared for and delicate. Not that it wasn't something that Harry didn't usually make him feel, but...How did he know that this had been exactly what he wanted?
"Come here, kitten," Harry's voice broke through the haze in his mind, and he shuffled forward on his knees, a bit ungracefully, but Harry's smile was only fond as Draco knelt directly in front of Harry now and bowed his head, chin to chest so that Harry could reach forward and circle the collar around Draco's neck, fastening it at the nape of his neck, under his hair. The weight of the collar, and the tightness of it around his throat made his mind sink even further, and when Harry slipped a few fingers in between the collar and Draco's neck—always checking to make sure that it wasn't too tight—his eyes rolled back slightly, his eyelids drooping back down.
Harry didn't hold back this time, he let out a chuckle from deep in his throat, and it made Draco blush again, but this time, his inhibitions were lowered even further, and he couldn't help the whine that he let out. He loved that burn of embarrassment, the way that Harry made him feel was nothing to be ashamed of. Harry cooed at Draco's sound, lifting a hand and cupping his face, rubbing a rough thumb over his smooth cheekbone before his fingers were moving, and two of them were gripping Draco's chin, a bit firmer now, and tilting it pointedly, so he was looking directly at Harry. It felt as though all the weight had been lifted from him, just the way that Harry was taking over for him so completely in this moment, and once the collar was properly fastened around his neck...Draco knew that Harry had slipped into his role as his Dominant completely.
"How are you, kitten?" Harry asked, and his eyes flickered over Draco's face, taking in his red cheeks and slightly dazed expression. "What is your colour?"
"Green, Sir," Draco replied, although his tongue felt a bit thick in his mouth around the words. Harry smiled, and he stroked his fingers through Draco's hair, around his ears, before sliding his hand down the back to tug at Draco's collar, the blonde drawing in a sharp intake of breath.
"And what's your safeword?" Harry continued, and the volume of his voice had dropped, but he still sounded clear, making sure that Draco could hear what he was saying.
"Fang," Draco repeated back a word he'd only ever had to use once throughout one of their scenes together, quite early on. There had been a few times when he had said the word 'yellow'—or when Harry's colours had fluctuated—but they had only one safeword use, as they had been getting to know each other.
"Good kitty," Harry murmured, and then he was wrapping the leash around his fist, a slight clang coming from the clip before he was leaning down and attaching it to the collar and giving it an abrupt tug, making Draco jerk forward slightly, feeling the collar tighten around his neck and his breath caught in his throat in the best way. "You feeling good, my love? You sinking into your happy place?" Harry's voice sounded kind of far away, and Draco's smile was dreamy and probably a little dopey as he nodded. "I'm going to put on your mittens now, okay?" Draco just nodded again, because Harry didn't expect him to say anything now, which was good, since he was starting to fall into a space where speaking was hard. "Lift those pretty hands for me, kitten," Harry encouraged him, and Draco had to shift his weight slightly, back onto his knees and thighs so that he could rise up and hold out his hands, and the movements were a little shaky, but Harry helped to steady him before he was beginning to slide the mittens over Draco's hands. Draco's fingers curled comfortably inside the mittens as Harry strapped them on, double-checking to make sure that they weren't too tight, before he was lowering Draco's hands carefully back down to the ground.
The way that they were restricted now, the ability to use his hands now taken away, and the feeling of the collar pressing around his neck as a gentle reminder—all of it was just perfect, and Draco felt as though his mind was floating away, and their scene was only just beginning.
"Sir still has work that he has to do," Harry spoke slowly and clearly, so that Draco could hear every word, and process it even though everything in his brain finally felt as though it was beginning to slow down. The way that that Harry spoke in third person, referencing himself as Draco's Sir made shudders run through him, and his cock was completely hard, even though it had technically had absolutely no attention so far, other than the fact that it was exposed to the air, no longer hidden inside his jeans. He didn't pay it any attention though, even though the arousal was really beginning to pulse through his veins, because that wasn't for him to worry about, that was completely up to Harry. "Can you be a good pet and sit in your bed? Keep Sir's cock warm while he works?" Draco let out another whine, this one deeper in his throat as he lifted his eyes to look up at Harry properly, following the leash up from where it was wrapped securely around his thick wrist, further up his arm before lifting up properly to meet his eyes. "You can do that for me, can't you, kitty?" Harry cooed as his other hand came forward to touch the tip of Draco's nose, making the blonde's eyes flutter shut slightly, the corners of his mouth curling upward. "Give me your colour, kitten," Harry asked once last time, and Draco had to take in a deep shaky breath because he responding verbally one last time.
"G-green," he responded, and the word came out thick and had barely passed his lips before Harry was gripping his chin and leaning in to give him a hard, heated kiss that made his head spin.
"So good for your Sir," Harry murmured when he pulled back, only slightly at first so that he could nuzzle his nose against Draco's before he was leaning back into his seat. "Into your bed, hm? And keep me warm once you're settled." Draco nodded his head slowly a few times before he was moving forward onto all fours, moving forward until he was under the desk and Harry was sliding his chair back into place, comfortably blocking Draco in as the blonde lifted his stockinged knee into the fluffy, pink bed. It was big, big enough for Draco to be able to curl up and fall asleep more than easily, but that wasn't the plan for today, given what Harry had told him.
Just a few inches above him, Draco could hear a few muted sounds drifting through the desk of Harry getting back to work, a few taps sounding like the keyboard and then Draco's attention shifted because Harry tugged at the leash slightly, reminding his Submissive of what his instructions were. Draco exhaled heavily through his nose, trying to ground himself as his knees shifted a few times, finding a comfortable position to settle into before he realized...Harry's jeans, and underwear if he was wearing underneath, they were still securely over Harry's lap, covering his cock, and Draco's hands were very much softly and happily trapped away, and he could not use them at all. The fact that his mobility was so restricted, and that he needed to use them right now made his head feel even fuzzier, chewing down on his bottom lip as his mind tumbled over itself thinking about what he was going to do because he had to get his mouth around his Sir's cock.
As though sensing the exact moment that Draco's mind had focused on Harry's cock, shifting from getting comfortable and settled in his bed and then realizing what his next step was going to be, because there was another tug on the leash, and Harry was settling his hips further back in his seat.
"You can get the button and zipper down, kitten, and then I'll do the rest," Harry told him from above and Draco's forehead furrowed in determination, his mittened hands coming up to rest on Harry's knees to urge them apart even further, and Harry moved willingly, letting his thighs fall completely open.
It was difficult, and it was embarrassing, but it was something Draco had done a few times before, with Harry and with a previous domme, and it was something he loved, the struggle to prove himself to his Dominant, even when his movement was limited. It was a task that wasn't normally hard, but was definitely a challenge right now, and drool gathered in the corners of his mouth as he struggled with the button, his lips and teeth clashing uncomfortably a few times, just making his head heavier, and his vision completely blurry. He made a bit of a mess—more than a bit, with his chin smeared in spit as he was managing to get his teeth around the zipper and tug it down, his breathing coming out heavily through his nose when he triumphantly managed to get it all the way down. There was a hum from Harry before he was lifting up properly and using one hand—the hand that had Draco's leash gripped, so he was tugged around a bit–as he pulled down his jeans to partway down his thighs.
Draco loved the way his neck was being tugged in a few different directions and because everything felt so loose and his limbs were melting, his whole body was swaying from side to side and making his skin pleasantly all over, the last of his stressful thoughts getting shaken gently out of his head.
"Come on, kitten, don't forget what you were doing," Harry's chiding was gentle, but also slightly distracted, as he settled back to what he was doing at his desk, and Draco's body burned.
He had no idea how Harry had known this was exactly what he wanted.
He wasn't always Harry's kitten.
Sometimes he was his good little slut, his pretty, silly boy—it depended on what scene they were having that time and Harry didn't usually give him much of a heads up as to what they were doing, but when he had sent him the text yesterday and said to bring his favourite items, Draco had guessed that their scene would revolve around pet play, and maybe...Something softer. He hadn't wanted to think about it too much, because he was honestly just so grateful that his Dominant had been more than happy to see him on short notice, but now that they were in the moment, and Draco's head was getting so pleasantly heavy, he couldn't help but wonder if Harry had known this was what he had needed.
Harry's cock was already completely hard, from where Draco had been nuzzling at his crotch for the past ten minutes, and given he hadn't been given any instructions other than cockwarming his Dominant, he didn't waste much time in taking the head of Harry's cock between his lips.
Harry's taste was familiar, clean and slightly salty, and the way that he smelt—the musky scent as his nose nuzzled into the trimmed pubic hair around the base of Harry's cock—it made Draco's eyes want to roll back. His tongue was gently working under the head of Harry's cock, licking up every drop of precum as it leaked from the slit steadily as Draco's mouth began properly working over his Dominant. His mittens were pressed against Harry's thighs, not only to push them apart slightly further but also just to help balance himself, because he was slightly disoriented given his only focus was his mouth around Harry's cock and he couldn't really use his hands.
He loved it.
He loved it so much.
He had to be careful and stay crouched down because he didn't want to hit his head or, more importantly, crush his ears on the underside of the desk above him, but that just meant...Once his mouth was full, and his throat wasn't straining quite as much, his eyes fluttered closed and he laid his head to the side, on Harry's thigh, settling back into his pet bed with his legs folded underneath. He had to find the right place, the right breathing technique where he could still keep his mouth sealed around Harry and his tongue ever so slightly moving underneath while only breathing through his nose, and then...And then everything all came together, between one breath and the next.
Draco felt himself completely slipping under, Harry's hand reaching down to gently stroke his fingers through the blondes hair, slide over his forehead and tug lightly at his ear, making Draco feel somehow heavier and lighter all at the same time.
Things were quiet, other than the occasional sounds of Harry moving something, or Draco's mouth making a wet sound around his Dominant's cock, and time for Draco just...Drifted.
He had no idea how long they were there, although the light in the room seemed to get brighter, indicating that the world outside was getting darker, so he could guess that they were moving on from afternoon to early evening, but his mind wasn't on the time. Harry occasionally would murmur something under his breath to Draco, and sometimes Draco caught the words, sometimes he didn't, but he could always hear Harry's tone, so warm and sweet, keeping Draco floating.
His lips and tongue felt thick by the time Harry tugged firmly on his leash and slid his chair back without warning. It didn't make Draco tip over, because Harry was careful to help him keep his balance, but the movement was jarring and enough to make Draco's eyes sleepily open, his puffy lips parting as he looked up at Harry through bleary, half opened eyes.
"Such a pretty kitten," Harry's expression wasn't quite as unaffected as he had been acting, his eyes dark and his mouth looking slightly swollen, as though he had been biting at his lips to stop himself from making much noise out loud which made Draco's cock leak a little more against his thighs. "You've been so good for Sir, haven't you?" He murmured, and both of his hands were on Draco's face, framing it, tracing over his eyebrows, down over his cheekbones and following his jawline, touching his lips and just making him feel so prettily overstimulated with Harry's affection. His stomach was fluttering and his heart beating rapidly in his chest, unable to stop his giggle as Harry leaned in to bite playfully at the tip of his nose. "You've done so good for me, darling," Harry smiled as he leaned back, and if Draco wasn't sunken quite so deep, only seeing Harry through a rosy filter right now, he would have seen that Harry's breathing was uneven as well, staring down at beautiful Draco was in his Submission. "Sir is going to cum on your face, and then I'll let you get off against my leg, okay, kitten?"
Draco shook at Harry's words, and his breathing reflected how much he liked them, something primal deep inside of him always feeling so sated when his Dominant came across his face, marking him like that.
"Colour, kitten," Harry asked, voice coming out louder and clearer than it had in the past...Hour or however long had passed that Draco had been on his knees, keeping Harry warm.
"G...Gr...Green," it took Draco a few attempts, and his voice was so scratchy that if he had never heard it this way before, he would have never recognized it as his own.
"So good, my love," Harry murmured, and Draco floated in that bliss for all of half a second before Harry was moving, pulling himself up so that he was closer to the edge of the seat and he was sitting up straighter, and Draco's eyes blinked a few more times, trying to take in everything in front of him even though it felt as though his brain was only running at about an eighth of his usual speed. "Always want you to be green, always want you to be feeling safe, don't I?" And those words...Those words meant so much, Draco swaying from Harry's touches as he was brought in closer, his head nodding because yes, his Sir looked after him so well, and that was why he missed him when they weren't together, and maybe why he was falling love with him just a little bit— "Such a good kitten for me," Harry smoothed his blonde hair away from his forehead, before the big hand that wasn't gripping Draco's leash wrapped in a fist around his cock, still wet and sloppy with Draco's spit, and began jerking himself off.
Draco almost went cross-eyed, pulled in so close to Harry and trying to watch every move he could.
Harry's tugging on Draco's leash became more jerky and tightened around Draco's neck, pulling him in closer and making his body tip and his knees sway and he loved the feeling, hearing Harry's breathing get unsteady and shaky, before he let out a tight moan that Draco just knew.
"Fuck, kitten…" Harry's voice was gravelly as he came in streaks across Draco's face, warm and thick, and making Draco whine as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. "Fuck!" Harry exclaimed as the last few drops fell, falling onto Draco's pretty pink tongue. Draco was so good, he kept his tongue out, his mouth open as Harry's breathing began to even out and he took in the sight of his Submissive's messy face, before finally letting out a heavy breath and sliding his thumb through the mess on Draco's face. "So good," he inhaled through his nose and leaned back into his seat, loosening his grip on the leash, and Draco relaxed only slightly.
He only moved slightly, because his whole body just wanted to melt into Harry. He just...He just wanted to bury his face back into his Dominant's thighs, but he hadn't been told to move yet, and so he just—he had to be good.
"You're so beautiful, Draco," Harry whispered, and Draco blinked slowly at him, having no idea where the tissues in his hands had suddenly come from. Harry was like that, though, he was always cleaning up and looking after Draco when he needed it the most, when he was so floaty and sunk, even when he didn't realize what had happened. Harry wiped his own hands, and then leaned forward to dab at Draco's eyes with a gentle little smile on his face because they'd had an incident a few months ago when they'd found out how sensitive Draco's eyes could get… "My kitten wants to cum, doesn't he?" Harry cooed, one hand cupping the side of Draco's face, not caring that he was getting mess on his own hand and Draco—
Draco didn't even have words to express how good he was feeling as the words sunk in, nodding his head with his mouth slack, drool and cum gathered at the corners of his lips, some of it dripping down onto where his knees were folded over and soaking through the thin material of his stockings.
My kitten.
It was always his favourite when Harry used one of those terms of endearment.
"What's your colour, love?" Harry murmured, and he pressed a gentle thumb to his chin, steadying his face, obviously able to tell how deep he had fallen into Subspace, always so careful and checking in with his Submissive.
"Gr-green…" Draco mouthed the words more than managed to verbalize them completely, but Harry understood, and he could read Draco's body well. He knew the difference between when Draco was just settled so deep in a fuzzy headspace, and when he couldn't handle anymore, and outside of that, he also trusted Draco to know his own limits.
"You made your Sir feel so good," Harry murmured, and Draco's breathing hitched at the words. "Lean back, kitten, let your Sir help you feel good too, hm?" And Draco was almost tumbling backwards under the desk—it was a good thing it had a solid back to support him as a mittened hand reached out behind him, but Harry's grip on his elbow was suddenly firm and had him lowering down to a cross-legged position inside of his soft, fluffy pet bed.
Draco blinked, wondering what kind of picture he made right now, with his cum stained face, swollen lips, hair mussed around his pretty kitten ears...And then Harry was lifting a leg and pressing forward with his foot, pressing it directly down over Draco's cock, making his Submissive suddenly whine and thrust his hips up the friction, mittened hands lurching forward in an attempt to grip at Harry's leg.
"Ngfgffffhh," the moan that Draco let out was indecipherable as Harry flexed his foot before pressing his toes in firmly, at the base of Draco's cock. He knew exactly where to touch Draco, with any part of his body, and he knew how crazy it drew Draco to be handled like this.
"That's right, darling, feels good, doesn't it?" Harry hummed, and he was looking down, under the desk, head tilted to the side as he observed Draco quietly, who was just getting louder as he squirmed under his foot. "That's all you need, isn't it? Just need Sir to give you something to hump against, don't I?" And that—that added twinge of humiliation just made everything burn a little hotter and Draco's gasps started getting louder. "You're such a good kitten, hm?" Harry's voice was so sweet and soothing as his bare foot pressed down a bit firmer against Draco's cock, and it was both a little more painful, but more—it was so good. "Go on, kitty, make yourself cum." The words washed over Draco, and everything was just—everything was just a lot, it was so much, and he kept rutting his hips upward, against the arch of Harry's feet, his cock beginning to slip easily with how the precum was spreading from the tip.
He came, panting and both mittened hands wrapped around one of Harry's calves to keep his Dominant's foot securely against him as he had chased after his orgasm, making a complete mess over Harry's feet and further below, in his bed.
Draco's mind felt as though it was submerged underwater, a smile on his face as he felt Harry moving him, manhandling him easily and bringing him out from under the desk. He knew Harry was talking to him, and subconsciously he was listening to some degree, because they ended up in the bathroom, with Harry running the shower, but his mind was completely floating. He never had any issues about letting himself completely and utterly sink into Subspace when he played with Harry, he always knew that he would have a soft landing, someone who was looking after him and truly cared about his safety and wellbeing through aftercare, no matter what kind of scene they had.
Harry washed them in the body wash that he had purposefully brought for when Draco came over, coconut and raspberry, since Draco hadn't liked the type that Harry usually used, and the pleasant smells made Draco's nose wrinkle happily. Harry was thorough when he cleaned Draco, kneeling down to wash between each of his toes, and then around his crotch, and Draco was swaying above him with such a sweet smile on his face.
"You in your happy place, kitten?" Harry asked with a smile as he gently tugged his fingers through Draco's hair, letting the water run through it. Draco just hummed in response and Harry's smile widened, not expecting much more than that before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Draco's cheek. He cleaned himself down a lot quicker than he had with Draco, and was then turning off the shower and ushering Draco out in front of him to be wrapped in a towel. Draco's head was still pleasantly floating, although he could feel himself becoming more grounded as his feet came in contact with the cool tiles and it was as though he could feel the blood running through his body, hyper aware of every sensation as Harry dried his skin all over before ruffling through his hair. "Let's get you dressed, then we're going to have something to eat, okay, love?"
Draco just nodded absently, processing something about food, which he wasn't particularly interested in now, but his Dominant knew best and he would always follow that, especially when he was this lost inside subspace.
He was dressed in Harry's clothes, one of his loose, bamboo-woven shirts that was clean but still smelt so nicely of him, and a pair of sweatpants that Harry had to tie tight at the front because Draco's hips were a lot more narrow than Harry's, but that was something they were used to.
He loved this part, the part where Harry just looked after him; sometimes while humming under his breath, sometimes while talking about his day softly, sometimes comfortable silence stretching between them—his limbs all looser and his mind just floating in the clouds, only tied down to the earth by Harry's gentle touches. And he was never rushed out of it either, Harry always treating him so lovely...That was something that was so incredibly important to him, something he felt he would never be able to repay his Dominant for…
"I'm just going to do us some noodle soup for dinner, okay?" Harry was saying as he sat Draco down in his lounge, and draped a soft, grey knitted throw across his lap as he turned on the TV that was mounted on the wall. "And I've got a treat for after as well, something that Hermione brought back from Paris." Draco smiled and nodded again, hearing and processing every word that Harry was saying, back on earth completely now but still just...Not ready to talk yet. And Harry knew that, he understood that, and he didn't expect Draco to push himself, as long as he was getting some kind of response that meant he knew that his Submissive was okay. "I'll be back soon, kitten," Harry murmured, tucking a strand of Draco's partly damp hair behind his ear, before putting the remote down next to Draco on the couch, leaving it up to him to decide whether he wanted to put anything on or just in quiet for a little bit longer.
Draco chose to sit in silence for a bit, other than the noises that Harry was making in the kitchen as he made their dinner, which was probably a reheat from last night with a few things added in if Draco knew anything about him. Harry was incredibly resourceful in the kitchen, and it came as a complete shock when his food turned out to be ten times better than the things that Draco ate growing up with the finest food in society. It was comforting, for someone who was only learning how to cook now, really, and who had spent his adult life pretty much ordering in and going out for dinner because he had just never really been taught how to use the kitchen, and so being so close to someone who was directly making him food, after washing and caring for him...
Draco was probably going to fall in love with Harry, and honestly? He didn't even care to try and stop himself.
He ended up finding something to put on after about fifteen minutes or so, smells of garlic coming from the kitchen as Harry was making their dinner, flicking the channel over to Netflix and finding a show that he and Harry had both watched as kids, something they had bonded over in one of their first dates outside of the munch where they met. He chose a random episode in the second season, and smiled when he saw that it was an episode where Toph Beifong had been introduced, leaning his head back into the cushions behind him and making himself more comfortable, eyes slipping to half-lidded as he waited on Harry.
Harry joined him shortly after, with two tall glasses of cold water, one with a metal straw that he had only brought for his house after he had started seeing Draco, and put them down on the table on coasters, and then went back to get two steaming bowls of soup, with spoons in each of them. Draco took in a deep breath, and now that he had settled, now that their scene was completely over and he was grounded, his head no longer somewhere miles above them and his endorphins weren't pumping quite as rapidly around his body, he realized he was hungry.
And thirsty.
"I should have brought you out water sooner, sorry, kitten," Harry said quietly as he sat down next to Draco on the couch, lifting up the corner of the blanket and tucking it over his lap as well, so that his thigh was pressing up against Draco's. "I got distracted with dinner."
"It's okay," Draco replied as he leaned his head onto Harry's shoulder, feeling completely content next to his Dominant. "I wasn't that thirsty."
"Mm," Harry made a humming sound that he usually made when he didn't quite agree with Draco, but he wasn't going to say anything. He turned to look up at the screen and grinned as he saw that Draco had chosen Avatar: The Last Airbender as what they were going to watch. "Good choice, kitten."
"Thank you, Sir," Draco hummed out happily, nuzzling his ear further into Harry's shoulder as he watched him pick up one of the glasses of water. But Harry didn't sip from it, he brought it up to Draco's mouth, holding it in front of his lips and lifting his shoulder slightly to indicate that he lift his head. Draco did so, even though he still wished it was leaning down against Harry, but their bodies were still pressed closely together, sharing body heat under the comfortable throw, and it made it easier for him to follow Harry's guidance. Harry tipped the glass up, carefully pouring water into Draco's mouth until he was pulling his head back and then Harry was sipping from it as well before putting it down.
"Just eat as much as you can," Harry said as he picked up both of the soup bowls, handing one of them to Draco and putting the other in his lap. Draco appreciated the comment, because Harry always went out of his way to give him more than he knew he could comfortably eat—it was a habit of his because one, it was something he got deprived of when he was younger, and he couldn't help it, when he was providing now, he always gave more than necessary. And two, specifically with Draco, he knew how so many things, including food, had been restricted for him growing up as well, although as a different means of control. "We have dessert afterwards as well," Harry smiled and Draco couldn't help the happy wriggle he did with his hips as he remembered what Harry had mentioned before.
They watched another episode in relative quiet, only making a few comments about the show and then settling back into the couch once they had both finished eating. Once the episode was over, however, Harry picked up the remote and turned down the volume, looking more seriously at Draco.
"So," he began softly. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?"
"I'm good," Draco replied, curling himself into Harry, used to the way that his Dominant would always check in with him before they went to bed. It wasn't as though it was late, although...Draco didn't actually know what time it was, but he was definitely starting to feel tired.
"Was there anything that you didn't like?" Harry asked, one arm wrapping around Draco and drawing him in closer.
"It was..." Draco sighed happily, and part of him wished that he still had his kitten ears on as he nuzzled into Harry's shoulder, his nose turning to press into the curve of his neck. "It was perfect, Sir," he concluded quietly and Harry chuckled slightly, his head ducking forward, and Draco knew it was a slightly self-conscious laugh, because his Dominant got like that sometimes. "I don't know...I don't know how you knew that's what I needed," Draco's voice was a bit rough as he chewed down on his bottom lip, face still buried in Harry's neck, and there was another comforting squeeze from Harry.
"Always want to give you what you need, kitten," Harry murmured, turning his head to the side and pressing a kiss on Draco's forehead. And that casual admission from him, it made Draco's heart flutter. They were quiet for a few more beats before Harry took in a deep breath. "Dessert is some macaroons that Hermione brought from Paris...I mentioned to her that you liked them, and so she brought them back."
"You talk about me?" Draco couldn't help but ask as he straightened up to face Harry properly and Harry let out a laugh.
"Uh, yes. Yes," Harry didn't look embarrassed to admit it as he tilted his head to the side, smiling at Draco. "I talk about my kitten quite a bit with my friends." Draco's face burned at those words, but he was unable to tear his eyes from Harry. His Dominant was quiet for a moment more, before he licked his lips quickly, as though a little nervous. "Did you want to go out on a date this weekend, Draco?"
"Yes," he answered without any hesitation, immediately, not a thing holding him back, before Harry was grinning and leaning in to give him a kiss that was slightly messy.
He was so glad that romantic feelings had never been a limit in their contract because...He'd never had a chance.
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