Hi, MalfoyWord count:
Comment!porn based on this fantastic art
. Harry pounces on Draco, wanting to play.Warnings:
consensual non-con, light breathplay, forced orgasmDisclaimer:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This comment!porn has been being written a sentence or two at a time in a tab for WEEKS.
Harry entered their bedroom, and stood at the door for a long moment. Draco was standing in front of his chest of drawers and gloriously naked.
Draco didn’t know he was there until he pounced.
Harry clapped his hand over Draco’s mouth, strangling his cry. He dragged Draco’s arm behind his back, holding him there like he was a criminal.
Draco’s body bucked instinctively against Harry’s grasp, his right hand coming up in protest. But Harry had an Auror’s bruising grip on his left wrist, and Draco surely didn’t really want to escape.
Which was good, because Harry had no intention of letting him.
Draco’s face was gorgeous: so startled, so vulnerable in that first flash of surprise. Harry almost shuddered with the power he felt as he looked Draco over, taking in his defenceless, handsome face, feeling his lips part in shock against his hand.
Harry leant over his shoulder, pressing close to drink in his expression. Draco, breathing fast, tried to look over his shoulder. “Ah ah ah,” Harry murmured, his grip on Draco’s face holding him still.
He wanted Draco unable to see what was coming.
Harry squeezed, feeling the delicate bones of Draco’s wrist crunch beneath his grip. “Hi, Malfoy.”Malfoy
. It was his signal that he wanted to play.
At that signal, Draco’s body went stiff. He said something, a breathless attempt at anger muffled under Harry’s hand. Harry smirked, and pulled his arm harder behind his back in punishment. Draco protested again, louder: Harry caught a swearword.
“Don’t swear at me, Malfoy. You’re not getting away from me this time.”
Draco gasped, his hot breath hitting Harry’s palm. The feeling gave Harry an idea. He slid the hand on Draco’s mouth down, following the soft underside of his chin to the vulnerable stretch of his neck. Then he pressed down, forcing Draco’s head back against his shoulder, his neck stretched taut in a painful curve.
Draco’s eyes were wide, almost rolling, and his throat was working in anxiety against Harry’s hand. The power in it, in having this beautiful man in his arms, this beautiful body moving to his will, made Harry’s cock twitch. He pressed his hips forward to make Draco feel it.
Harry let go of Draco’s arm. But that was fine: Draco was immobilised by the hand on his neck. He pinched a hard nipple, feeling the minute flinch all along his body. He rubbed his hand down Draco’s stomach, feeling the muscle and soft flesh with obscene enjoyment.
Draco was flushing in humiliation; he winced as Harry tugged at his pubic hair. Harry couldn’t stop himself rocking his hips a little; it was so hot, seeing how exposed this game made Draco feel.
He gripped Draco’s straining cock.
“You like this.” His voice was harsh. “Wow. Never knew you were such a slut, Malfoy.”
Draco shut his eyes in shame, his face splotchy with embarrassment.
“No hiding from me,” Harry demanded. “Open your eyes.”
Draco just squeezed them shut more, fear in his face.
Quite justified fear, as Harry intended to show him. He let go of Draco’s cock, only to squeeze his balls painfully. “Open your eyes! Now!”
Draco’s now-watering eyes opened. Harry grinned at him, showing teeth. “That’s better.”
He loosened his grip on Draco’s balls, slow enough to be a threat, and returned his hand to Draco’s cock. Harry started wanking him, firm and regular.
“Don’t,” Draco said, breathless, half-pleading.
Harry ignored him.
“Stop. Potter, c-come on – I. Please!” Draco cried out, voice ringing helplessly through the room, as Harry tweaked the head of his cock in a very specific way Draco liked.
Harry grinned. He lowered his mouth to Draco’s shoulder, skimmed his teeth over the curve of it. Strong, and tense, and all under his control. “You can keep begging me to stop. It’s rather nice. But I’m going to keep going until I get what I want, and you’re not going to stop me.”
Draco shuddered, full-body and delicious.
Harry kept working him. Draco gritted his teeth, obviously trying not to respond: but it was hopeless. Harry knew just how to touch him, had all the experience of a long-time lover in just how to make him fall apart.
“You can’t get away,” he murmured. Draco exploded in struggle for a moment, crying out. He took Harry by surprise. But he was stronger, and it was easy bringing him back under control.
“What did I just say?” he snapped, hand already at work. Draco whimpered.
Forcing pleasure on him was easy, this way. And Draco was so easy when he was restrained. Soon enough he was shuddering in Harry’s arms. When he came, it was with a half-sob. Harry held him up through it, drinking in his expression, the defeated sound of his cries.
Draco was almost limp against him, breathing heavily. Harry smiled and kissed his cheek. “Did you like that?” Draco moaned softly. “I got you off, nice and easy.” He drew back. Draco was taken by surprise as Harry’s support was removed, and it was easy to bring him to his knees.
“Now,” Harry said, leaning close so his shadow fell across Draco’s face, so all Draco could see was him: “I think you’d better return the favour. Don’t you?”