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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub, Crossdressing, Orgasm_Delay/Denial
  Series:
      Part 2 of Winning_and_Losing
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-05-12 Words: 2196
****** Losing by degrees ******
by unhappyhippo
Summary
     Harry comes to find Draco again.
Notes
     Not compliant with book 5 and beyond, and set before that. Part II of
     the Winning and Losing series.
*******************
Draco was still wearing the knickers.
He’d worn them every day for the past three days – jerking off with them at
night, silk sliding up and down his dick while he bit his arm to stifle the
noises he made, and then cleaning them up with a spell the next morning.
Harry hadn’t touched him since that first time.
Draco had waited in the corridors after classes, loitered after Harry’s
Quidditch practice, waited in the changing rooms after his own practices,
trying to be inconspicuous to everyone else, but he knew he’d been shamefully
obvious to Harry.
Draco had caught his eye a number of times, but Harry had just smiled, or
winked even, and carried on by with Weasley or Granger. Draco was going slowly
insane.
He’d almost given up – he’d been sure Harry would want to check he was wearing
them, maybe, Draco thought sickly, only to mock him, but at least to see if he
had worn them or not.
Of course Draco wasn’t even really thinking about Harry when Harry finally did
appear, stepping out of the shadows while Draco was on his way back to his dorm
from the library.
Draco actually jumped when Harry stopped him with a hand on his arm, and his
name spoken low and soft.
Harry grinned, and Draco’s heart sped up. He glanced around, and they were,
thankfully, alone.
“Come with me.”
Draco nodded, not trusting his voice, and followed Harry meekly. They stopped
in a corridor, and Harry said clearly, looking Draco in the eye, “I need a
place to fuck Draco Malfoy.”
Draco flushed, and Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him through a door Draco
would have sworn wasn’t there before, but perhaps he had just been preoccupied.
The room was lit with candles, and had a large bed with (great Merlin) shackles
on the head board, a bathing area and a variety of implements and objects
presented neatly on shelves and hooks against the far wall that Draco could
only glance at before looking away with a shiver. What the hell was a room like
this doing in a school?!
Harry seemed to be slightly surprised by the contents of the room as well,
raising an eyebrow, before shrugging.
“Maybe next time,” he said, before turning hot eyes on Draco. “Nothing fancy
today.
“Show me your knickers, Draco,” he continued with a smirk.
Draco’s face burned, but he undid his trousers and let them fall to his ankles.
His dick had been interested since Harry first laid a hand on him, and was
straining against the pink silk, the tip wetting the fabric already.
Harry tsked, “Making your panties all wet, just like a girl,” he said with a
smirk, and Draco fought the instinct to cover himself up again.
“You wore them, I see. You’ve been wearing them all this time?”
Draco nodded, probably unnecessarily. Of course he’d been wearing them, and,
now that he thought about it, of course Harry wouldn’t have come to him when
he’d so obviously wanted Harry to; he’d have been testing to see if he could
catch him unawares.
“Good boy,” Harry said, in a low voice, without any mockery, and Draco felt a
flicker of pride.
“I suppose you deserve to get to suck my cock,” Harry mused, and Draco’s mouth
watered. “On your knees then.”
Draco went to his knees instantly, and Harry stepped in front of him, opening
his fly and pulling his cock out. Draco licked his suddenly dry lips, and Harry
chuckled.
“Go ahead.”
Draco bent instantly to suck Harry’s cock into his mouth. He was gratified to
find Harry was already half-hard, and quick to respond to Draco’s mouth.
Harry smelled clean, but hot and already musky and Draco tried to get as much
of Harry’s dick into his mouth as he could, using every trick he’d ever
learned. Harry was pretty big, but not so big that Draco couldn’t swallow
around him, trying to get him as deep inside as possible.
“Fuck,” Harry said, when Draco managed to get him all the way in, letting Harry
into his throat, “you’re such a good little cocksucker. Fucking natural.”
That wasn’t really necessarily true – this was a hard-won skill, to be honest –
but Draco thrilled under the praise and tried even harder to please.
“You look so fucking good with your lips stretched around my dick, like your
mouth was made for it.” Harry thrust harder into Draco’s mouth, and Draco was
in no position to contest the truth of that statement, even if he’d wanted to.
“Get it good and wet,” Harry said, roughly, “because I think that’s all you’re
going to get. You can take it just with spit, can’t you?”
Draco clenched involuntarily, because? He didn’t know. He thought about how
much it hurt last time, even with lube. Maybe, he thought, with a shiver. Maybe
he could take it if Harry made him? If Harry wanted him to, then Draco wanted
to be able to.
He opened his eyes and stared up at Harry, and Harry smiled down at him.
“You can get yourself ready, though. Wet your fingers.”
Draco tried to nod gratefully, and pushed two of his fingers in his mouth
alongside Harry’s cock, before reaching back into his knickers and pushing them
inside. The angle was horrible, but it didn’t matter. Draco moaned around
Harry’s dick as he pushed his wet fingers inside, and stretched as well as he
could. His cock strained against his knickers, pushing out free of the silk and
peeking over the top. He clenched the fist of his free hand against his thigh
because with Harry’s cock filling his mouth, the wet, obscene sound of his
mouth on Harry’s dick resounding in his ears, and his own fingers in his arse
meant he wanted so badly to touch his dick, but he didn’t dare.
Harry pulled out of his mouth with a filthy sounding pop, and Draco gasped for
air.
“Hands and knees,” Harry said brusquely, and Draco obeyed, not arguing despite
the large bed mere feet away.
His trousers were still round his ankles, but otherwise he wasn’t undressed,
but he still felt horribly naked when Harry pulled his knickers down his thighs
to his knees.
Harry’s hands parted his cheeks and for a moment Harry’s thumb brushed up
against Draco’s hole.
“Relax,” he said, and Draco tried but it was easier said than done with Harry’s
cock pressing, too insistent, too hard, too dry against his arsehole.
The tip was slickest, with Draco’s spit and Harry’s precome and so Harry could
push slowly inside. Draco groaned and arched, but stayed as still as he could
under Harry’s hands gripping his hips hard as he forced his cock into Draco’s
arse. Draco shivered, and trembled and sweated under the burning stretch, but
Harry was relentless as he slowly pushed inside.
Draco was aware of tears mingling with sweat on his face, and the sounds of his
own harsh, ragged panting as he, impossibly, adjusted to Harry’s dick lodged
hard and tight, and finally, finally balls-deep in his arse.
Draco felt hot and prickly and dizzy until Harry pulled out again slightly and
he remembered to pull in a gasping breath. Harry fucked him slowly at first,
more considerately than Draco would have imagined, rocking his hips minutely
while Draco drew in harsh, sobbing breaths.
He felt raw and strained and stretched too tight in his skin as Harry’s breath
panted hot against his neck and Harry quickened his pace, fucking Draco harder.
He keened in helpless surprise as Harry reached around and squeezed his dick;
forgotten, but inconceivably still hard and straining between his thighs. Draco
wailed and rocked forward into Harry’s hot hand, for a moment, but then Harry
took his hand away, despite Draco’s garbled plea to touch him, please fucking
touch him, fuck, please Harry. A few more hard thrusts, though, and Harry’s
hand was back, but this time squeezing his aching balls. Draco squealed and
clenched down hard, and Harry was coming buried deep in his arse.
Draco whimpered as Harry pulled out, hands scrabbling at the floor in an effort
not to grab his own dick; a few short pulls would be all it would take he was
sure, but Harry hadn’t said, and Draco knew he had to wait.
“On your back,” Harry said, after a few moments, and Draco obeyed, collapsing
down and turning over. He stared up at Harry, who had rearranged his clothes
and was therefore now fully dressed. He didn’t look totally unaffected though,
his face was still flushed and sweaty, but his expression was calm.
“I suppose you want to come?” he asked, and Draco was much too far gone to say,
well yes, Potter, fucking duh.
“Oh, please Harry, yes please, let me, please” he said, clenching his fists and
thrusting his hard cock up into the air.
“Take them all the way off,” Harry said, motioning to Draco’s trousers and
knickers still around his ankles, and Draco hastened to obey, pulling them off
with his shoes and socks.
“Get back on your back and pull your legs up.”
Draco obeyed, grabbing himself behind his knees and pulling his thighs up to
his chest, leaving himself completely open, much too needy to be embarrassed at
the total exposure.
Harry pushed his thumb back up against Draco’s hole and Draco made a completely
undignified noise. He felt hot and raw and tender, and shuddered and made a
strangled noise as Harry thrust two fingers inside, sending hot sparks of
pleasure up his spine.
Draco squirmed on Harry’s fingers, panting, as Harry smiled, “You feel so hot,”
he said, sounding almost breathless himself, “so hot and swollen, all slick
with come and raw from my dick.”
Draco groaned and rode Harry’s fingers as well as he could. Harry let him for a
few moments more, before pushing in hard against Draco’s prostate and saying,
“You can get yourself off now.”
Draco got his hand on his cock so fast he nearly strained something, but he’d
barely touched his dick before coming all over himself, crying out and
clenching down hard on Harry’s fingers.
He lay there panting his, legs down now because he hadn’t been able to keep
them up with his eye-rolling orgasm. He whimpered and squirmed as Harry
continued to finger him, and used his other hand to play with Draco’s spent,
sensitive dick.
Harry tugged gently at Draco’s pubic hair - which was darker than that on his
head, golden rather than white blond - causing Draco to squirm a little more,.
“I think you need to shave this off,” Harry said. “I want to find you hairless
and ready under your knickers next time.” Draco nodded mindlessly and moaned as
Harry thrust his fingers a little harder into Draco’s sore arse, before pulling
them out.
“And wearing this,” Harry continued, pulling something from his pocket with his
free hand. It was a golden cock ring with an emerald clasp. Draco noted the
initials, HP on it, and flushed, but didn’t try to stop Harry from fastening it
around his cock, which twitched under the attention.
Draco froze, though, when Harry picked up his wand and stared with huge eyes as
Harry pressed the tip to the clasp.
“You won’t be able to come at all until I take it off,” Harry said with an evil
little smile. “So I know you’ll be particularly looking forward to our
meetings.”
Draco swallowed, horrified, but his dick throbbed at the thought. Harry raised
an eyebrow and Draco found himself nodding. Harry smiled, and Draco closed his
eyes as Harry tapped his wand to the clasp, and Draco felt the gold tightening
magically to fit snugly round his cock.
Harry played with his cock, stroking it using his own come for slick, until
Draco was hard again, and then he pulled his hand away and putting it to
Draco’s lips. Draco sucked his fingers in obediently, licking them clean of his
come.
“Good boy,” Harry said, stroking his hair and Draco pushed unconsciously into
the touch. By the time he realised what he was doing, Harry had taken his hand
away and stood up.
“Your dick belongs to me now,” Harry said, and Draco looked away, his eyes
drawn down to his hard cock, trapped in the metal with the HP reflecting up at
him. “But.”
Draco looked up at Harry in the pause.
“You can stop the spell,” Harry said, “with Finite Incantatem, but the clasp
will break and I’ll know. And if I find you without it on under your pretty,
pink panties, or that you’re not hairless and ready for me, I won’t fuck you.”
Draco nodded, Harry raise and eyebrow. “Yes, Harry,” he corrected himself.
“Good boy.”
Harry left.
Draco got to his feet, and tucked his hard cock into his knickers and pulled
his trousers back on. His arse felt sore as he moved, and he rubbed
automatically at his dick when it throbbed in response, before realising there
was nothing he could do.
He shivered, and went in search of a shower.
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