Title: Rainy Afternoon
Author: Starkiller (starkiller)
Rating: 18+, warning for potentially disturbing BDSM situation
Canon: Pre-HBP
Length: 1,700 words
Scenario: I promise to let you tie me up.
Summary: Harry makes progress.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor pretend to own any characters or locations within the HP Universe, they remain the sole property of J. K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Christopher Little Agency and associates. No money is made from this work, it is purely a work of fanfiction.
Notes: beta: Rian219. This fic may be read as a companion to Mijan's Switch.

Rainy Afternoon

�I�m bored.�

Harry sighed, staring at Draco. �Do I look like your personal entertainer, Draco?�

The blond grinned. �Yes, actually, you do.�

A �harrumph� was his sole reply, but Draco was not to be dissuaded. It was cold outside, it was the weekend, rain was pounding on the roof of their flat, and while it was true that he could entertain himself, Draco had other ideas.

�I think we should entertain each other.�

�I�m not the one who�s bored.� But Harry couldn�t resist looking up from his book and smiling at his lover, reaching out to gently brush strands of long, blond hair away from Draco�s face. �What did you have in mind?�

�Well, I was thinking�� A slow smile, pink tongue darting out to trace his lower lip, and Draco continued, �I was thinking we could indulge in some rope play. If you�re of a mind.�

Momentarily distracted by that smile and that tongue, it took a minute for the words to filter through Harry�s mind. He blinked, eyes narrowing at the suggestion. �Draco, you know how I feel about that,� he began, but he was quickly cut off.

�I do, Love, I do, and I remember how well you coped with being tied up and giving up control, and how you�ve been coping a little better every time we�ve done it since. But,� and this time Draco used his most effective weapon, silver-blue eyes growing wide and pleading, �it�s been such a long time since we did it.�

Damn Draco and those puppy eyes, Harry thought to himself even as he nodded slowly. �Well�all right. But. Just, if I say stop, you will?�

�You know I will.� The blond leaned forward and kissed Harry�s nose. �Come to bed.�

Ten minutes later, naked, sprawled on the bed, Draco on top of him, kissing him, sliding his pale body over his own, Harry was drowning in sensation, his mind fogged with a haze of lust. No evidence of ropes or restraints, at least, not yet, and a small, alert part of Harry�s mind was profoundly grateful for that. His arms tight about his blond lover, he groaned as Draco shifted, sliding against him, cocks rubbing together. �Draco,� Harry half moaned, half pleaded, turning the single word into a plea and a demand for more. His lover said nothing, merely smirked at him, and slid off Harry�s body, straddling his hips as he reached for his wand.

�Are you ready, Love?�

�No.� Harry smiled up at him. �But keep going.�

Draco gazed at the brunette for a moment and then nodded, waving his wand and softly incanting, �Incarcerous.� Magical bindings shot forth, rope so fine as to be like silk, or fine, high grade leather. The bindings wrapped around Harry�s wrists and ankles, securing him firmly to the bed, spreadeagled. The blond shifted, sitting between his lover�s legs, gazing at his handiwork, smirking to himself as Harry strained slightly against the bonds, green eyes never leaving grey.

�This is�different.� A thread of fear, quashed suddenly by the heat in those silvery grey eyes, and Harry found he was achingly hard: hard and wanting.

�I felt like a change.� Draco leant down, blond hair brushing teasingly against his lover�s skin, and gave Harry�s cockhead a gentle lick.

�Fuck!� Hips bucked convulsively at the teasing touches. �Merlin, Draco, don�t stop!� And, maddeningly, frustratingly, that was exactly what Draco did. As Harry writhed on the bed, tugging on the bonds around his wrists, pulling against the ones on his ankles, his infuriating blond lover slipped off the bed, and just stood gazing at him. �What the hell are you waiting for?� Shaking his head slightly to get his hair out of his eyes, Harry glared at the blond, a mixture of love, lust and slowly building anger heating his gaze.

�Relax, Harry, I just want to look at you.� The Slytherin�s gaze travelled slowly up and down the bound and writhing form of his lover on the bed; stretched out spreadeagled for him, cock so hard and leaking precum freely. He licked his lips, a hand travelling down his own chest, taking hold of his own cock and stroking, moaning softly as he did so. �Fuck, you look so beautiful��

Watching Draco watch him, watching those long fingers wrap around that straining cock, stroking slowly, thumb running over the head, Harry lost his ability to speak and moaned in response, arousal spiralling higher and higher inside him. He wanted, so much, to touch Draco, to feel Draco touching him, and even as he strove to pull free, the urge to escape was not driven by fear, but by need to touch his lover�s skin. The blond groaned, louder, stroking himself harder, his gaze locked on Harry�s cock, panting as the brunette�s hips thrust helplessly upward, hard cock bobbing in arousal. The slow trickle of precum down that hardness, the way Harry moaned and writhed, the curve of his hips and buttocks, and suddenly Draco was coming, hard, fast, all over his hand. He let out a low moan, echoed by his lover writhing more forcefully on the bed, and with a smirk, Draco moved back to Harry and climbing onto the bed, straddled his lover�s hips and held his come-covered hand to his lover�s lips. A soft groan came from the brunette as he licked Draco�s hand clean, and the blond closed his eyes for a moment, panting, trying to restrain himself from impaling himself on that hard cock of his lover�s there and then. With a soft sigh, he pulled his hand back from Harry�s talented tongue and smirked wickedly.

Harry made a soft mewling sound of protest as Draco took his hand away, pulling at the bonds once again, but they were too secure for him to do anything more than squirm helplessly. So when Draco moved off of him and knelt between his legs, fingers trailing delicately over his balls and his inner thighs, all he could do was whimper and shake with the build up of pleasure. His eyes fell closed as his lips parted, breath coming in harsh pants, his cock so hard it was aching. He did not protest as Draco shoved a pillow under his hips, the whimpering turning into a hoarse shout of hunger as he felt the soft fall of hair over his sensitive flesh, and the slickness of a wet tongue pushing inside him. �Oh, gods, Draco!� Hips bucked in response to the stimuli of that silky hair trailing over his cock and balls, that tongue inside him, licking him, fucking him, the tip curling fractionally. Cock blood-dark and weeping, Harry moaned incoherently, struggling with renewed vigour against the bonds, wanting desperately to run his fingers through those blond strands of hair, to bend his knees and push back against the skilful tongue inside him. And all he could do was writhe and shout and whimper in helpless pleasure as Draco tongue fucked him, sending sparks of lust through his cock and balls.

The blond purred softly as he tongued his lover�s heat and tightness, fingers still roaming slowly over Harry�s thighs, ghosting over his lover�s erection. He could see how close Harry was; how badly he must want � need � to come, and it was with a great deal of effort that Draco restrained himself from sucking on Harry�s cock and making him come down his throat, screaming his name. Smoky heat and the musky scent of sex filled his nostrils and Draco was hard again himself � hard and wanting. He glanced up at his lover, that pale and scarred skin flushed with lust, and moaned louder. One last thrusting lick inside Harry�s body, and Draco pulled back, sat up, and gazed into the lust glazed green eyes of his lover and smiled. �Still having problems with being tied up, Love?�

�Fuck, no! Fucking don�t stop, Draco!�

�You�ve progressed so far since we first did this, you know.�

The string of expletives and pleas that followed that statement made Draco laugh and he slid up the bound form of his lover to kiss him hard, plundering Harry�s mouth with his own. Another moan from the brunette as he kissed the blond in return, eagerly, his fingers clenching around the soft bonds that held him so effectively. And then Draco was on the move once more, wand in hand, whispering the lubrication charm and sliding deep into his lover�s body in one smooth, long stroke. Both of them cried out at the sensation � muscles clenching around Draco�s cock as Harry wordlessly demanded more from his lover. As Draco thrust slowly in and out of Harry�s pliant and writhing body, he worked a hand between them, taking hold of his lover�s cock and stroking in time to his thrusts, breaking the kiss with a loud cry of lust.

�You�re so gorgeous,� Draco panted, gazing down at his lover as he fucked him and stroked him, loving the way Harry�s body responded to his own, the way that dark hair spilled so messily over white pillows, his green eyes dark and hazy with lust, and his kiss reddened lips parted. The sight of his lover, so debauched, bound, so utterly his, was enough to make him begin to lose control and thrust harder and faster, stroke harder and faster, and Harry�s responses demonstrated just how close to orgasm he was himself.

A series of rapid, hard thrusts, and Draco was coming, yelling his pleasure, and Harry was following, hot and thick fluid spilling over Draco�s hand and onto their stomachs. They lay panting together in the after throes of their orgasm, until Draco picked up his discarded wand and murmured, �Finite incantatum.� The bonds fell away and the blond gently massaged Harry�s shoulders and then his hips, working out the tension of muscles having been strained and in one position for so long. As Harry slowly wrapped his arms around him, humming with pleasure, Draco smiled. �So you enjoyed that, then?�

�Mm. I�ll never really like being tied up and feeling helpless, but it didn�t feel like that quite so much this time. Especially with the rim job you gave me.�

The blond laughed softly. �I�ll remember that. The way to get you to enjoy it is to rim you speechless first.�

Cuddling close, Harry kissed Draco�s cheek. �And don�t you forget it.�

�I won�t, Love.�

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