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when harry walks into his cubical, he is surprised to see a very pleased looking pansy parkinson perched upon his desk. she has one leg gracefully crossed over the other, and she is leaning back on her hands, a smirk gracing her lips as she meets harry's eyes.
"err," harry stops in his tracks, staring dumbly at the women as she raises an amused brow, "why are you on my desk?"
"is it not your birthday today, potter?"
harry swallows awkwardly, "well, yes, but— what does that have to do with you being on my desk?"
pansy chuckles, hopping off of the desk and somehow landing with ease upon her heeled feet. "me and blaise have gotten you a birthday present. what time do you finish work today?"
"paperwork day, so, five," harry replies skeptically, eyebrows furrowed.
pansy claps her hands together, "perfect. as soon as you get home go straight up to your bedroom, it'll be waiting for you there."
the confused expression on harry's face only deepens, and pansy chuckles darkly. "oh, potter, don't look at me like that. you'll love it, i assure you."
"i should really alter the wards on who can apparate in and out of my house. how hermione convinced me to let you in on the list i'll never know." harry continues to walk over to his desk and drops an armful of paperwork onto the wood with a dull thud.
"because i happen to be her girlfriend, and i'd say we've grown closer over the years, no?"
harry offers the girl a grin as he takes a seat in his desk chair, "i suppose so, though i still don't trust you."
"there's not many people that do, potter. i'm just a mysterious girl," pansy smirks, taking a step forward and leaning over harry's desk to ruffle the man's hair. he bats her hand away with a frown, and she whips it back to check her nails over, "see you down at the pub at eight then."
and with that, she turns and begins to walk away, skirt swaying with the movement of her hips.
—
harry can't help but notice the pit of dread that grows in his stomach as he enters his house. what could pansy and blaise of left him? he knows blaise well enough now that he's been his auror partner for four years, and it could be anything where pansy's involved as well, yet he does have to admit that there is a tinge of anticipation mixed in there somewhere despite that fact. if the pair are working together it's got to be wicked, but wicked doesn't always necessarily mean bad.
so, he immediately begins to make his way up to his room after kicking off his work boots, and takes a deep breath before opening the door.
the sight that meets his eyes makes his mouth fall open immediately.
"malfoy?"
yep, that's right. draco malfoy, the guy that he's been interested in for the past two years, on his bed, completely naked, and wrapped up in silky red ribbons. the sight is completely filthy. the ribbons trail across his chest, wraps loosely around his neck, covers his mouth, twines around milky thighs, binds his wrists to the bed posts, and there is even some wrapped around the base of his cock. his hard cock.
he blinks a few times in shock, and only when draco makes a muffled sort of half-scream behind the ribbon that covers his mouth does harry begin to move again. he makes his way towards the blond, leaning over to tug the ribbon away from his lips.
"bloody hell, potter. took you long enough."
harry stares dumbfounded at draco's bound form, "why are you..."
"why am i tied up like a ruddy present on your bed unwillingly? pansy and blaise, accompanied with hermione's devious charm work. these ribbons can't be removed by anyone but yourself, potter. i've been here for merlin knows how long, it feels like forever! now, either you untie me and let me go home to get ready for the pub, or, you claim your gift."
harry chokes on his own saliva on a swallow, and draco smirks at the man's reaction.
"what?! claim my— you're okay with this?"
draco scoffs, "of course i'm not okay with it. both of them will be getting an earful later, but the only reason they've done this is because they're sick of us pining. now, are you going to touch me or not?"
harry can't believe his ears. he feels his cheeks beginning to flush as draco fixes him with a heated gaze, smirk doing things to his belly, which has suddenly erupted with butterflies, and he finds himself looking away timidly.
"come on, potter."
the words coax harry into hesitantly looking back.
"touch me."
harry finds his eyes trailing down draco's body, until it stops at his hard cock, leaking pre-come under his gaze. his breath gets caught in his throat at the sight, and he feels his mouth salivating as a shock of arousal travels down his spine.
"i know you want to," draco says, voice low and husky, and harry reaches out without really thinking.
his hand circles draco's cock, pulling back the foreskin to run his thumb along the underside of the head. he feels encouraged by the shaky breath that draco releases, and swipes his thumb across the tip, collecting a drop of pre-come and bringing it to his lips to taste. he meets draco's eyes as he does so, and he watches as his gaze darkens, pupils dilating until only a sliver of silver is left.
at that, and the faint salty taste of draco left on his tongue, he shucks off his heavy auror robes and climbs onto the bed, settling between draco's legs and lowering his head. he licks at the tip like a kitten would a bowl of water, and he hears a groan rumble out of draco's chest, sending a fresh wave of arousal through him.
"don't tease me, potter," he warns, bucking his hips as best he can with being tied up and whatnot.
harry can't help the cheeky smile that rises on his lips, "last time i checked you were the one that was tied up, and it was also my birthday. therefore, i get to do whatever i please."
harry leans down to run his tongue up the underside of draco's cock, teasing over a sensitive vein. he hears draco whisper a low, 'fuck', and that's all he needs to fully gain his confidence back.
he closes his mouth around the head, sucking softly as he tongues at the slit, tasting more of the salty pre-come on his tastebuds. draco tugs at the ribbons at his wrists as harry sinks down further, pumping what isn't in his mouth with his hand, itching to sink his fingers into the messy head of hair bobbing up and down at his groin.
"take me deeper, potter," he says, groaning when he feels the vibrations of harry's moan around his cock, "come on, you can do it."
harry whines, pressing the heel of his hand to his clothed erection as he sinks lower on draco's cock, until blond pubes are tickling at his nose and he feels the ribbon at his lips. he relaxes his throat, letting it contract around the head, and draco moans shakily.
"fuck, yes." it's almost a hiss, and harry swallows around him to the best of his abilities before coming back up for air, hallowing his cheeks out as he sucks along the way.
he reaches out to continue pumping draco, a mix of pre-come and his own saliva slicking his movements.
"take the ribbon off," draco says, attempting to buck up into the circle of harry's hand, "merlin, take it off."
harry smiles coyly, "you wanna come down my throat, malfoy?"
draco nods his head frantically, cheeks flushed with his arousal as he grinds up into harry's fist, jaw hung slack as he breathes raggedly through his lips.
harry removes his hand from around draco's cock in favour of ghosting his index finger along the ribbon, teasingly meeting draco's eyes as the man watches. he waits a few moments, and then finally tugs at the ribbon, watching as it falls from around draco's cock with ease at his touch, almost as if it were water flowing along alabaster skin, until it fades away like it was never there.
"magic is such a wonderful thing, don't you think?" he questions, trailing his finger up the length of draco's cock, "hermione's charm work is truly spectacular."
"don't you dare talk about granger whilst you are actively touching my cock."
harry chuckles at draco's words, leaning forward to blow lightly at the wet tip, "fuck my throat."
draco raises a sleek eyebrow, "very cheeky, potter. i will gladly oblige."
harry swirls his tongue around the head before taking it back into his mouth, reaching out with his hands and placing them upon draco's hips, feeling the ribbons there loosen under his fingers to allow draco more movement to thrust. he sinks down about half way, and relaxes his throat as draco begins to buck his hips slowly. he hums around the length, using his tongue to work draco's cock as it slides in and out of his throat.
"merlin, potter, your mouth. it's a sin."
harry hums his response, letting himself grind against the bed as draco continues to fuck his throat.
draco groans at the sight, straining his neck to watch, "you getting off on me fucking your throat, potter? you'll be able to feel me there for days once i'm done with you."
harry feels himself moaning at draco's words alone, now rutting desperately against the bed as draco's thrusts speed up. he feels saliva dripping down his chin, a dull ache starting in his jaw, but he can also tell that draco is getting close.
"fuck," draco's eyebrows furrow as he feels his balls drawing up, thrusting up erratically into harry's welcoming mouth, "gods, i'm gonna come. shit, potter, i'm gonna come down your throat."
harry hums and moans his encouragement, concentrating on using his tongue to give draco the most pleasure he can, relaxing and tightening his throat rhythmically.
when draco comes his movements pause momentarily, before he's slowly grinding his release into harry's mouth, and the man tries to swallow the spurts of come to the best of his ability. some of it leaks out of the side of his mouth as draco gradually comes to a stop, and harry makes sure to suck him completely clean before he pulls off and moves to straddle draco's hips.
"merlin," draco breathes out, watching as harry swipes some come from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, sucking the digit clean whilst keeping his eyes locked on draco's. "not bad, potter."
harry wipes his chin on his sleeve before he reaches down with one hand to palm at the erection that strains at his trousers, and draco tuts with a shake of his head. "now, now, potter. don't you want to have a bit more fun before you come? you know it'll be better if you wait."
harry whimpers, but reluctantly removes his hand, instead gripping at his thighs.
draco gives him a leisurely once over before meeting his eyes, "i want to suck you whilst you prepare yourself for my cock."
harry visibly shivers. he reaches for his holster to grab his wand before removing his clothes with a swift flick of his wrist. his uniform makes a faint pop when the items of clothing appear on an armchair to their right, and harry is left completely naked where he straddles draco's hips.
draco eyes him hungrily, "come closer."
harry does, moving so that he is basically sat on draco's chest, now straddling his neck. his cock head brushes draco's lips, and he gasps at the feeling, already incredibly sensitive.
"you look so gorgeous," draco whispers, hot breath fanning over the leaking tip, "so perfect for me, harry."
draco practically purrs harry's name, and he licks a teasing stripe up the underside of his cock, much like harry had done to him earlier. harry's hand automatically reaches out to bury itself in striking blond hair.
"ah, ah," draco says, "no touching me. i want your fingers behind you, inside you. play with yourself, baby. get your arse nice and ready for me, all wet and open, until you're gagging for it. don't even think about coming, yeah?"
harry bites his lip tightly as he reaches over to root through the bedside drawer for lube, and once he finds it he pulls it out and squirts a dollop into his hand, spreading it across a couple fingers. he reaches behind himself just as draco begins to use his tongue to work his cock, not taking him in yet, and he runs his finger down his cleft until he meets the furled skin of his arsehole.
his lip stays bitten between his teeth until it is released on a shaky moan as he starts to push the finger in, just as draco takes the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking, licking, teasing. he can't help it when his hips buck, but draco doesn't complain, just readily opens up for him and takes what harry gives him as he fucks his finger in and out of his arse.
he slides a second finger in next to the first on the next withdrawal, staring down at draco as he does. draco's gaze doesn't leave his eyes. he's watching him, watching as he face contorts in pleasure, watching as he moans as he fucks back on his fingers and then forward into his mouth. harry already feels like he's getting close, and his eyes don't know where to go: draco's eyes which never leave his, or draco's lips pulled tight around his cock.
harry removes his fingers in favour of adding more lube, and this time when he returns to his arse he pushes three fingers in, relishing in the feeling of filling up as well as the slight stretch.
draco hums around him in approval, and oh yes, he's definitely getting close, dangerously close. he fucks his fingers in and out for a few more moments before pulling them out, and then reluctantly removes his cock from between draco's lips. his breathing is heavy, and his throat is sore from the fucking it had endured earlier as well as his insistent moans, but he doesn't care. he scooches back, until he feels draco's cock, hard again, against his arse, and he purposely pushes back against it as he reaches out for the lube once more.
"so eager," draco smirks, still tightly bound in the shiny red ribbons, wrists attached to the each bedpost, "are you gonna let me touch you, or is your birthday wish to torture me?"
harry smiles as he squirts more lube into his palm, reaching behind him to slick draco's cock up slowly as he speaks, "i think you look quite pretty like this, all wrapped up in red and helpless. i could do whatever i wanted to you."
draco smiles around a gasp as harry continues to pump his cock, "and yet you're still choosing to ride me. you're such a slut for cock, potter."
harry grins, raising himself onto his knees as he positions draco's cock at his entrance, "damn right i am." and then, he begins to sink down.
it's slow and so, so lovely. harry adores the first feelings of being so full, a cock up his arse with just too little preparation so it still burns on the way in. but it's a good burn, and harry finds himself releasing a sound close to a whine as he finally sinks all the way down.
draco seems just as affected when harry finally meets the man's eyes, hair attractively mussed, the flush in his cheeks steadily travelling down the pale skin of his neck, and mouth hung open around gasping breaths. his hands strain against the ribbon wrapped around his wrists, wanting so badly just to grab onto harry's hips, or his plush, muscular thighs, or to grab handfuls of his arse and fuck up into him like there's no tomorrow.
harry doesn't let him though, instead starting a slow grind, arching his back and pushing draco's cock head directly into his prostate. draco watches him as if hypnotised, gaze switching from staring at the movements of harry's hips to watching the way the pleasure makes itself known on his face. harry's hands are braced on draco's chest as he moves, and eventually he starts to lift, going until only the head is left inside him before sinking down again.
"that's right," draco praises, "just like that, harry. you're so good for me. look at you..."
harry glows under the praise, his movements speeding up until he is basically bouncing on draco's cock, and draco meets him thrust for thrust.
"keep making those pretty noises for me, baby. you sound so beautiful, merlin." draco continues to shower harry in praise for the rest of their shag, until harry is a moaning mess and sweat is trickling down his temples, thigh muscles burning in exhaustion.
"draco..."
it's a plea for something, and harry's not sure exactly what it is, but apparently draco knows just what he needs.
"remove the ribbons, harry. let me look after you."
harry is moving immediately, tugging away all of the ribbons in quick succession, and the next thing he knows he is being flipped over, draco hovering over him and his head laid back in fluffy pillows.
draco lifts harry's legs and places them over his shoulders, so the back of harry's thighs press into his chest when he leans over him, hands on either side of harry's head. harry cries out when draco pushes back inside, his orgasm building up quickly as the man sets a punishing pace, drumming into his prostate, skin slapping against skin.
harry's hand goes straight for his cock, tugging himself in time with draco's brutal thrusts, and as he feels himself gradually tipping over the edge his other hand reaches out to bury itself in draco's hair, pulling him down for a needy kiss just as his orgasm hits him like a train with a shout of ‘draco!’ against the man’s lips.
his body shakes under draco's, arsehole convulsing around the hard prick inside him. the blond is coming only moments later, the two of them gasping into each other's mouths, moaning and groaning in tandem.
when the last wave of draco's orgasm is over he collapses against harry as soon as the man has removed his legs from his shoulders, instead winding them around draco's waist to keep him close.
draco pepper's lazy kisses along the crook of harry's neck as the two of them come down, basking in the glories of the post-orgasmic haze within each other's arms. harry's arms are wrapped loosely around draco's neck, one hand still buried in the hair at the back of his head, gently massaging his scalp.
eventually, draco musters up enough energy to lift his head, and he offers harry a lazy smile as he leans in to press a lingering kiss to his lips.
"happy birthday, potter," he mutters, unable to help it when he finds himself leaning in again to connect their lips in a proper kiss. harry laughs into it, fingers tightening in draco's hair as he returns the kiss, soft and slow.
when they finally pull apart harry returns the smile immediately, nudging his nose up against draco's. "don't go back to potter again after that," he warns, chuckling when draco pecks his cheek, "i liked it when you were calling me harry."
draco sighs, "fine. harry it is."
harry rolls his eyes fondly, and finds himself staring into draco's eyes.
"i think pansy and blaise deserve a huge thank you," he says, idly twirling a lock of blond hair around the tip of his finger, "it's about time someone pushed us to finally get together, don't you think?"
draco hums, nodding his head, "indeed. though, they still deserve an earful for abducting me and tying me up, and i still want to take you on a date to properly make it official."
"i wouldn't be opposed to that," harry grins, ghosting his fingers down the back of draco's neck, "shower and possibly a round two before the pub?"
draco smirks, "i thought you'd never ask."
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