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birdsofshoreTitle: Aural Fixation
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Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2800
Warning: Mild bondage, orgasm denial
Summary: Draco likes to talk. Harry likes to listen. A sequel to Aural Gratification.
A/N: Forgracerene, on your birthday. Dear grace, thank you so much for your lovely presence in fandom. You inspire us with your prompts, encourage us with your recs and comments, and enable us with your work as a mod. Here's hoping your year ahead is full of slash good things. ♥
For anyone who hasn't read Aural Gratification, all you need to know is that Draco writes and narrates torrid M/M romances (with uncanny similarities tobad H/D fic), and Harry gets turned on by them. There's a part where Harry muses that he could probably come just from listening to Draco's voice, and a couple of my betas said, “oh, yes please.” Plus I wanted to make good on my promise of Draco wearing glasses when he read the stories!
Thank you tolumosed_quill for the last minute beta.
Aural Fixation
“A bet is a bet, Potter. You wouldn't want to renege on a bet, would you?”
Harry lay on Draco's bed, and Draco simply couldn't think why he looked so uncomfortable. It was a delightful bed, after all, soft but firm, with just the right amount of bounce to it.
“Fuck, Malfoy, I don't care about the bet. You win! Just... how about touching me? Or you could untie me.”
Draco smirked at the thought. Untie him? As if. He looked so very charming there, with his arms stretched above his head and bound neatly to the bedframe with one of Draco's favourite ties.
“No, no, no. That's no fun at all. You're going to stay there until you come – and you will come, Potter – without me touching you, just by listening to my voice reading the new story, as we agreed.”
Harry squirmed. He looked quite delicious doing it and Draco hoped he would do it again. Harry couldn't move a great deal, to be sure, with his legs spread and tied to the bed posts, but he sort of writhed, and it made all the muscles of his stomach tighten, and his cock – which Draco was very fond of, especially when it was an angry shade of red like that – bobbed up and down and leaked out a little more pre-come.
“Merlin...” Harry squirmed again. “You do know this is like some kind of torture?”
Draco's eyebrows shot up. “What? Are you saying you don't like the new story?”
“I like the fucking story. I love it. It's just... you know how I feel about your voice.”
“Well then, aren't you lucky you have the chance to lie back and enjoy it, without anything else to distract you from the experience?” Draco sat back in his chair and folded his arms smugly.
Harry growled softly. “It's too much, you, just, just, sitting there looking so bloody perfect. And those bloody glasses...”
Draco whipped the glasses off his face with a frown. “I would have thought that you, of all people, wouldn't criticise a person for needing to wear glasses for reading. What on earth is wrong with them?”
“Nothing's wrong with them! You just look... OK, you look completely fucking hot in them, if you must know. Sitting there all prim. I want to‒ to come over there and mess you up. Undo all those fiddly little buttons on your waistcoat and‒ ugh. As soon as I get loose, I promise you...” His wrists chafed uselessly against the tie.
Draco smirked. “Yes, I can see that would be rather difficult to endure.” He pitched his voice low, and let it roll out, nice and smooth, just as he did when reading the stories. “The fact that I'm sitting here fully dressed, while you're probably feeling quite vulnerable.” He twirled his glasses between his fingers and let a hint of huskiness creep in to his voice. “You're completely on display for me... so my eyes can roam over every inch of your body. Stretched out, there, waiting, just ready for someone to come and take what they want.” He licked his lips. “Ready for someone to take you.”
A whimper emerged from Harry's mouth. “Fucking hell, Draco. Can't you— please?”
Oh, that was interesting. Harry didn't often slip and call him Draco. He sometimes thought that their habitual use of surnames was one of the kinkiest things about their relationship. “No, no, you have to stop interrupting the story. Personally, I thought we were making excellent progress.” Draco slipped his glasses back on and shuffled through his notes. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Nye had just followed Melford to his secret headquarters, hadn't he, and then spied on him as he had a nice, slow wank in the shower.”
Harry let out a groan.
“Yes, you liked that bit. This is excellent research for me, you know. I feel I'm really getting a raw, honest response to the new story. We should do this every time I'm working on something new, don't you think?”
Harry just closed his eyes.
“Let's try the next chapter. Oh, yes, you'll like this. This bit is all about how that idiot Wellesley nearly gets Nye killed by being an utter dickhead. And then gets slung into Azkaban for a while.”
“Oh, that's harsh. Just because Ron called you ferret-face last week when he'd had a few!”
“It is nothing to do with that, Potter. This is artistically necessary for the plot.” He leafed through another couple of pages. “However, I may move on to Chapter 7. Melford's disguised as a Muggle motorbike courier, and Nye has to suck him off in an alley.” He looked over and saw Harry's expression. “It's to do with character development. I don't just write cheap porn, you know! This is quality literature.”
Harry wet his lips. “Go on, then. Read that bit.”
Draco smiled. “Very well. Melford lounged against the dirty wall, clad head to toe in form-fitting black leather. Nye could see every inch of his lean, hard body outlined, and found his eye drawn inexorably to the mouth-watering bulge of Melford's cock, which he tilted insolently in Nye's direction.”
He stopped to glance at Harry, and was not particularly surprised to see that his cock looked uncomfortably hard. “Well, that idea certainly seems to be working for you.” He made a note on the text. “Excellent.”
“Melford palmed his erection, leering at Nye.” Draco gave his voice the familiar sneering tones that he knew Harry secretly loved. “'I can see you want it, Porter. Why don't you come and get it?'”
Harry stifled a moan, but Draco was getting into his stride now. “Nye was at Melford's side in a moment, running his hands over the suppleness of the shiny leather. It felt even better than it looked, as he clutched at Melford's perfect, muscular arse and squeezed.
“Melford's zip slid down, slick as butter. 'Suck it, Porter. Suck it like the dirty cockslut that you are.'” Draco frowned. “Ah. Now this is the bit I'm not sure about. 'Fuck, yes,' Nye gasped, his rock-hard member aching for Melford to touch it. He longed for Melford to give him what he needed – erotic ecstasy.” Draco broke off. “Do you think that's too flowery? I don't know. I could be more direct. Perhaps it should say 'a good hard fucking.' Or, 'the fucking of his life.'"
Harry's face was almost as red as his cock, and he moved his hips, grinding against the empty air. “I don't know. Bloody hell.”
“And should I say it like this: I need you to fuck me, Melford, sort of aggressive, you know, brutal, or more like this: I need you to fuck me, Melford? More kind of desperate? As if he's falling apart and can't take any more, you know, because he's just so bloody turned on.”
Harry groaned. “God knows! I need you to fuck me.”
Draco's eyes widened. “Oh, yes, that was very good. Really begging for it. I'll try to read it just like that.”
“I'm not talking about the story!”
“What? Oh! Oh, well. I can't fuck you, can I? The bet is to make you come without touching you. Don't be ridiculous.”
Draco found his place again in the story. His voice was beginning to take on the intense, breathy quality he knew his listeners enjoyed during the more, well, artistic scenes. “Nye sank to his knees and took Melford's magnificent erection into his mouth. The taste of his enemy's cock made him throb with desire as he swirled his tongue around the tip. Melford held his head and began to thrust with shallow movements, his eyes fixed on the shape of Nye's lips stretched around his cock.”
Mmm. Harry was awfully distracting, lying there looking so appealingly vulnerable, so helplessly aroused. Draco shifted in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly under the writing desk. He pushed his glasses more firmly onto his nose and continued. “Melford wound his hands into the inky tangle of Nye's hair. Oh, yes, I'm rather pleased with that. Almost poetic, don't you think?”
He glanced at Harry, whose face appeared twisted in pain, and tutted. “The subtleties of my craft are quite lost on you, aren't they? Nye let Melford use him exactly as he wanted, closing his eyes as the pace increased, loving the feeling of surrender and the fact that anyone could just walk past the alley and see them. See him, down on his knees, his Auror uniform trailing on the damp floor and another man fucking his face and making loud groans of enjoyment at the feel of Nye's mouth.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ, Malfoy. You're killing me.” Harry's entire body looked wound tight, the muscles standing out, every inch of him desperate for release.
“Don't keep interrupting. It's very off-putting.”
“Just come over here. Just come and touch me.”
Draco felt a pang of conscience. Poor Harry did look so divinely tortured. His cock was leaking onto his stomach and he had perspiration beading all over his forehead. His chest was flushed and glistening with drops of sweat, too. The problem was, Draco was just too soft-hearted. He got up and went to sit on the bed, drawing out his own handkerchief to pat gently at Harry's face. “There, there. Don't you want to hear what happens next? Now, be honest.”
Harry grimaced. “God. Yes. Yes, I do.”
“I knew it.” Draco spoke quietly, kindly. “You love this, Potter. You're loving every minute of it. Because you are deeply filthy. And I'm the only one who can give you what you need.” Draco blew on Harry's forehead gently, letting cool air flow over the flushed skin and smiling as Harry sighed. “Just cool down a bit and you can enjoy the rest.” He fanned the pages of the story over Harry's chest, creating a breeze.
Harry's voice cracked as he spoke. “Read it. Read the rest, you bastard.”
Draco leaned forward. “You're such a slut for my voice. You know I'm not going to let you go until you come. You're pretty close, now, aren't you? Just aching for it.”
Harry exhaled a loud, shaky breath, and his cock let out another pulse of pre-come.
“Yes, I know. Quiet, now. Just listen. “Nye hollowed his cheeks and sucked for all he was worth. His hands gripped Melford's leather-clad arse and he sighed at the feel of the hard muscle clenching beneath his fingers. Melford drew his hips back, tightening his grasp on Nye's hair and then slammed his full length into Nye's mouth, his thighs juddering as he groaned with pleasure.”
Harry's body jerked with frustration. His hips fucked upwards into thin air, his body twisting in beautiful long arcs as he writhed on the bed, hopelessly trying and failing to get some friction against his cock.
Draco blew cool air against Harry's forehead again, and then let a breath brush over the heated skin of his chest. Harry gasped and his eyes took on a beseeching expression. Draco wasn't sure if he could resist any longer. One would have to have a heart of stone to not be moved by the sweet debauchery of his face, his parted lips, the glorious lines of his body. How perfect he looked with every muscle taut like this, with every inch of his body stretched out in supplication, imploring Draco to give him the blessed release that he ached for.
Draco's own throat was thickening with desire, and he didn't try to hide it as he read on. “Shudders of arousal ran through Nye as he reached down to stroke his own erection. Melford's rhythm was stuttering now and guttural noises flew from his mouth. 'Fuck, yes, Porter, you dirty bastard.'”
Harry made a choking sound as Draco paused to lay a series of long, lingering breaths along his chest and down towards his navel.
“Nye's hand moved furiously over his own cock as Melford buried himself between Nye's lips, grinding against his face. He was so close.” Draco slowed his voice to a husky drawl. “So. Very. Close.”
A little sob broke from between Harry's lips.
“It was as if Melford knew exactly how delicious Nye's torment was. He withdrew his long prick all the way out of Nye's mouth and guided it, glistening with saliva, so that it slid softly against Nye's parted lips.” Draco glanced at Harry, trying to gauge the perfect moment, letting his voice convey all of the hunger that Harry's need inspired in him. “Then he grabbed Nye by the hair and in one, two, three, rough, raw thrusts, he was coming hard, flooding Nye's mouth with his salt and musk. Nye felt the blissful rush of his own orgasm building and building as he swallowed spurt after spurt of Melford's come.”
Harry let out a tortured cry, his face a blazing mess of desire. Draco leant until his mouth was mere inches from Harry's cock. He could, of course, just reach out and take it between his lips. Savour the sweet smoothness on his tongue, and see Harry's eyes roll back in his head as they were prone to do.
But, no. A bet was a bet, after all. He let out a breath, soft and sure against the shining head of Harry's erection. Once, twice. “Oh, Harry, look at you.” He had to stop for a moment and swallow before he could continue. “Nye groaned around Melford's cock, his nose filled with the intoxicating scent of leather and of Melford's body. He gripped himself hard and cried out at the force of it as he spurted his release onto the ground.”
Harry's body arched up in an impossible shape towards Draco's mouth. One, two more breaths out, then a breath in, during which Draco thought Harry might actually explode, and finally, as the third breath fluttered against the straining length of Harry's cock, Draco saw him reach the point of no return. God, he was beautiful like this, his head thrown back and his face contorted with sheer longing. Draco watched with hooded eyes as Harry's cock twitched fiercely and a long strand of come shot out to land on the underside of Harry's chin. Harry cried out, a drawn out, uninhibited sound, lost in pleasure as his cock jerked again and again, spattering his throat and torso copiously.
Draco took a few steadying breaths, very aware of the throb of his own swollen cock pressing against the seam of his trousers, then continued quietly: “Nye licked Melford clean, his tongue dragging sensuously across his prick until he pulled away. Their eyes met for a long moment, then both men whipped their heads around at the sound of a piercing scream from the street. ” Draco dropped the pages onto the floor and carefully took off his glasses. “End of chapter. I do like to finish on a cliffhanger.”
Harry's face was slick with sweat and he wore a dazed expression. Draco flicked a gentle cleaning spell over his sticky skin and then unknotted the bonds at ankles and wrists.
“Sweet merciful Merlin.” Harry's voice trembled as he reached to rub at the reddened areas on his wrists.
“Well, I think we can safely say that I won.” The thought of claiming his prize made Draco feel very satisfied indeed.
Harry rolled onto his side to face him, looking irresistibly rumpled and sex-sated. “What? No. You cheated, Malfoy.”
Draco cocked one eyebrow. “Oh, you think so?”
“God, yes.”
“I don't agree in the least; I think you'll find that I stuck to the terms of the bet, Potter. At no point did I touch you. But... if you prefer... we could, of course, try it again. From the beginning.”
“Bloody hell, no!” Harry sat up and massaged the marks on his ankles, a smile twitching at his lips. “OK, maybe you won. I suppose you didn't exactly touch me.”
Draco reached out to lay his glasses on the bedside table, then began to unbutton his waistcoat, slowly and deliberately. “I'm so glad you agree. And I believe that the winner was to be allowed to choose a forfeit of their choice.” He shrugged off the waistcoat and started to undo the cuffs of his shirt, a dozen kinky scenarios running through his head.
Harry rubbed a hand over his face. “Jesus Christ, Malfoy. That new story of yours ought to come with a health warning.”
Draco nodded to himself. “What a very good idea. I could print it on the pack. May cause spontaneous ejaculation.” He kicked off his shoes and crawled across the bed towards Harry. As he pushed him down onto his back again, he smiled into Harry's surprised face. “As endorsed by Harry James Potter.”
Author:
birdsofshorePairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2800
Warning: Mild bondage, orgasm denial
Summary: Draco likes to talk. Harry likes to listen. A sequel to Aural Gratification.
A/N: For
gracerene, on your birthday. Dear grace, thank you so much for your lovely presence in fandom. You inspire us with your prompts, encourage us with your recs and comments, and enable us with your work as a mod. Here's hoping your year ahead is full of For anyone who hasn't read Aural Gratification, all you need to know is that Draco writes and narrates torrid M/M romances (with uncanny similarities to
Thank you to
lumosed_quill for the last minute beta.Aural Fixation
“A bet is a bet, Potter. You wouldn't want to renege on a bet, would you?”
Harry lay on Draco's bed, and Draco simply couldn't think why he looked so uncomfortable. It was a delightful bed, after all, soft but firm, with just the right amount of bounce to it.
“Fuck, Malfoy, I don't care about the bet. You win! Just... how about touching me? Or you could untie me.”
Draco smirked at the thought. Untie him? As if. He looked so very charming there, with his arms stretched above his head and bound neatly to the bedframe with one of Draco's favourite ties.
“No, no, no. That's no fun at all. You're going to stay there until you come – and you will come, Potter – without me touching you, just by listening to my voice reading the new story, as we agreed.”
Harry squirmed. He looked quite delicious doing it and Draco hoped he would do it again. Harry couldn't move a great deal, to be sure, with his legs spread and tied to the bed posts, but he sort of writhed, and it made all the muscles of his stomach tighten, and his cock – which Draco was very fond of, especially when it was an angry shade of red like that – bobbed up and down and leaked out a little more pre-come.
“Merlin...” Harry squirmed again. “You do know this is like some kind of torture?”
Draco's eyebrows shot up. “What? Are you saying you don't like the new story?”
“I like the fucking story. I love it. It's just... you know how I feel about your voice.”
“Well then, aren't you lucky you have the chance to lie back and enjoy it, without anything else to distract you from the experience?” Draco sat back in his chair and folded his arms smugly.
Harry growled softly. “It's too much, you, just, just, sitting there looking so bloody perfect. And those bloody glasses...”
Draco whipped the glasses off his face with a frown. “I would have thought that you, of all people, wouldn't criticise a person for needing to wear glasses for reading. What on earth is wrong with them?”
“Nothing's wrong with them! You just look... OK, you look completely fucking hot in them, if you must know. Sitting there all prim. I want to‒ to come over there and mess you up. Undo all those fiddly little buttons on your waistcoat and‒ ugh. As soon as I get loose, I promise you...” His wrists chafed uselessly against the tie.
Draco smirked. “Yes, I can see that would be rather difficult to endure.” He pitched his voice low, and let it roll out, nice and smooth, just as he did when reading the stories. “The fact that I'm sitting here fully dressed, while you're probably feeling quite vulnerable.” He twirled his glasses between his fingers and let a hint of huskiness creep in to his voice. “You're completely on display for me... so my eyes can roam over every inch of your body. Stretched out, there, waiting, just ready for someone to come and take what they want.” He licked his lips. “Ready for someone to take you.”
A whimper emerged from Harry's mouth. “Fucking hell, Draco. Can't you— please?”
Oh, that was interesting. Harry didn't often slip and call him Draco. He sometimes thought that their habitual use of surnames was one of the kinkiest things about their relationship. “No, no, you have to stop interrupting the story. Personally, I thought we were making excellent progress.” Draco slipped his glasses back on and shuffled through his notes. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Nye had just followed Melford to his secret headquarters, hadn't he, and then spied on him as he had a nice, slow wank in the shower.”
Harry let out a groan.
“Yes, you liked that bit. This is excellent research for me, you know. I feel I'm really getting a raw, honest response to the new story. We should do this every time I'm working on something new, don't you think?”
Harry just closed his eyes.
“Let's try the next chapter. Oh, yes, you'll like this. This bit is all about how that idiot Wellesley nearly gets Nye killed by being an utter dickhead. And then gets slung into Azkaban for a while.”
“Oh, that's harsh. Just because Ron called you ferret-face last week when he'd had a few!”
“It is nothing to do with that, Potter. This is artistically necessary for the plot.” He leafed through another couple of pages. “However, I may move on to Chapter 7. Melford's disguised as a Muggle motorbike courier, and Nye has to suck him off in an alley.” He looked over and saw Harry's expression. “It's to do with character development. I don't just write cheap porn, you know! This is quality literature.”
Harry wet his lips. “Go on, then. Read that bit.”
Draco smiled. “Very well. Melford lounged against the dirty wall, clad head to toe in form-fitting black leather. Nye could see every inch of his lean, hard body outlined, and found his eye drawn inexorably to the mouth-watering bulge of Melford's cock, which he tilted insolently in Nye's direction.”
He stopped to glance at Harry, and was not particularly surprised to see that his cock looked uncomfortably hard. “Well, that idea certainly seems to be working for you.” He made a note on the text. “Excellent.”
“Melford palmed his erection, leering at Nye.” Draco gave his voice the familiar sneering tones that he knew Harry secretly loved. “'I can see you want it, Porter. Why don't you come and get it?'”
Harry stifled a moan, but Draco was getting into his stride now. “Nye was at Melford's side in a moment, running his hands over the suppleness of the shiny leather. It felt even better than it looked, as he clutched at Melford's perfect, muscular arse and squeezed.
“Melford's zip slid down, slick as butter. 'Suck it, Porter. Suck it like the dirty cockslut that you are.'” Draco frowned. “Ah. Now this is the bit I'm not sure about. 'Fuck, yes,' Nye gasped, his rock-hard member aching for Melford to touch it. He longed for Melford to give him what he needed – erotic ecstasy.” Draco broke off. “Do you think that's too flowery? I don't know. I could be more direct. Perhaps it should say 'a good hard fucking.' Or, 'the fucking of his life.'"
Harry's face was almost as red as his cock, and he moved his hips, grinding against the empty air. “I don't know. Bloody hell.”
“And should I say it like this: I need you to fuck me, Melford, sort of aggressive, you know, brutal, or more like this: I need you to fuck me, Melford? More kind of desperate? As if he's falling apart and can't take any more, you know, because he's just so bloody turned on.”
Harry groaned. “God knows! I need you to fuck me.”
Draco's eyes widened. “Oh, yes, that was very good. Really begging for it. I'll try to read it just like that.”
“I'm not talking about the story!”
“What? Oh! Oh, well. I can't fuck you, can I? The bet is to make you come without touching you. Don't be ridiculous.”
Draco found his place again in the story. His voice was beginning to take on the intense, breathy quality he knew his listeners enjoyed during the more, well, artistic scenes. “Nye sank to his knees and took Melford's magnificent erection into his mouth. The taste of his enemy's cock made him throb with desire as he swirled his tongue around the tip. Melford held his head and began to thrust with shallow movements, his eyes fixed on the shape of Nye's lips stretched around his cock.”
Mmm. Harry was awfully distracting, lying there looking so appealingly vulnerable, so helplessly aroused. Draco shifted in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly under the writing desk. He pushed his glasses more firmly onto his nose and continued. “Melford wound his hands into the inky tangle of Nye's hair. Oh, yes, I'm rather pleased with that. Almost poetic, don't you think?”
He glanced at Harry, whose face appeared twisted in pain, and tutted. “The subtleties of my craft are quite lost on you, aren't they? Nye let Melford use him exactly as he wanted, closing his eyes as the pace increased, loving the feeling of surrender and the fact that anyone could just walk past the alley and see them. See him, down on his knees, his Auror uniform trailing on the damp floor and another man fucking his face and making loud groans of enjoyment at the feel of Nye's mouth.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ, Malfoy. You're killing me.” Harry's entire body looked wound tight, the muscles standing out, every inch of him desperate for release.
“Don't keep interrupting. It's very off-putting.”
“Just come over here. Just come and touch me.”
Draco felt a pang of conscience. Poor Harry did look so divinely tortured. His cock was leaking onto his stomach and he had perspiration beading all over his forehead. His chest was flushed and glistening with drops of sweat, too. The problem was, Draco was just too soft-hearted. He got up and went to sit on the bed, drawing out his own handkerchief to pat gently at Harry's face. “There, there. Don't you want to hear what happens next? Now, be honest.”
Harry grimaced. “God. Yes. Yes, I do.”
“I knew it.” Draco spoke quietly, kindly. “You love this, Potter. You're loving every minute of it. Because you are deeply filthy. And I'm the only one who can give you what you need.” Draco blew on Harry's forehead gently, letting cool air flow over the flushed skin and smiling as Harry sighed. “Just cool down a bit and you can enjoy the rest.” He fanned the pages of the story over Harry's chest, creating a breeze.
Harry's voice cracked as he spoke. “Read it. Read the rest, you bastard.”
Draco leaned forward. “You're such a slut for my voice. You know I'm not going to let you go until you come. You're pretty close, now, aren't you? Just aching for it.”
Harry exhaled a loud, shaky breath, and his cock let out another pulse of pre-come.
“Yes, I know. Quiet, now. Just listen. “Nye hollowed his cheeks and sucked for all he was worth. His hands gripped Melford's leather-clad arse and he sighed at the feel of the hard muscle clenching beneath his fingers. Melford drew his hips back, tightening his grasp on Nye's hair and then slammed his full length into Nye's mouth, his thighs juddering as he groaned with pleasure.”
Harry's body jerked with frustration. His hips fucked upwards into thin air, his body twisting in beautiful long arcs as he writhed on the bed, hopelessly trying and failing to get some friction against his cock.
Draco blew cool air against Harry's forehead again, and then let a breath brush over the heated skin of his chest. Harry gasped and his eyes took on a beseeching expression. Draco wasn't sure if he could resist any longer. One would have to have a heart of stone to not be moved by the sweet debauchery of his face, his parted lips, the glorious lines of his body. How perfect he looked with every muscle taut like this, with every inch of his body stretched out in supplication, imploring Draco to give him the blessed release that he ached for.
Draco's own throat was thickening with desire, and he didn't try to hide it as he read on. “Shudders of arousal ran through Nye as he reached down to stroke his own erection. Melford's rhythm was stuttering now and guttural noises flew from his mouth. 'Fuck, yes, Porter, you dirty bastard.'”
Harry made a choking sound as Draco paused to lay a series of long, lingering breaths along his chest and down towards his navel.
“Nye's hand moved furiously over his own cock as Melford buried himself between Nye's lips, grinding against his face. He was so close.” Draco slowed his voice to a husky drawl. “So. Very. Close.”
A little sob broke from between Harry's lips.
“It was as if Melford knew exactly how delicious Nye's torment was. He withdrew his long prick all the way out of Nye's mouth and guided it, glistening with saliva, so that it slid softly against Nye's parted lips.” Draco glanced at Harry, trying to gauge the perfect moment, letting his voice convey all of the hunger that Harry's need inspired in him. “Then he grabbed Nye by the hair and in one, two, three, rough, raw thrusts, he was coming hard, flooding Nye's mouth with his salt and musk. Nye felt the blissful rush of his own orgasm building and building as he swallowed spurt after spurt of Melford's come.”
Harry let out a tortured cry, his face a blazing mess of desire. Draco leant until his mouth was mere inches from Harry's cock. He could, of course, just reach out and take it between his lips. Savour the sweet smoothness on his tongue, and see Harry's eyes roll back in his head as they were prone to do.
But, no. A bet was a bet, after all. He let out a breath, soft and sure against the shining head of Harry's erection. Once, twice. “Oh, Harry, look at you.” He had to stop for a moment and swallow before he could continue. “Nye groaned around Melford's cock, his nose filled with the intoxicating scent of leather and of Melford's body. He gripped himself hard and cried out at the force of it as he spurted his release onto the ground.”
Harry's body arched up in an impossible shape towards Draco's mouth. One, two more breaths out, then a breath in, during which Draco thought Harry might actually explode, and finally, as the third breath fluttered against the straining length of Harry's cock, Draco saw him reach the point of no return. God, he was beautiful like this, his head thrown back and his face contorted with sheer longing. Draco watched with hooded eyes as Harry's cock twitched fiercely and a long strand of come shot out to land on the underside of Harry's chin. Harry cried out, a drawn out, uninhibited sound, lost in pleasure as his cock jerked again and again, spattering his throat and torso copiously.
Draco took a few steadying breaths, very aware of the throb of his own swollen cock pressing against the seam of his trousers, then continued quietly: “Nye licked Melford clean, his tongue dragging sensuously across his prick until he pulled away. Their eyes met for a long moment, then both men whipped their heads around at the sound of a piercing scream from the street. ” Draco dropped the pages onto the floor and carefully took off his glasses. “End of chapter. I do like to finish on a cliffhanger.”
Harry's face was slick with sweat and he wore a dazed expression. Draco flicked a gentle cleaning spell over his sticky skin and then unknotted the bonds at ankles and wrists.
“Sweet merciful Merlin.” Harry's voice trembled as he reached to rub at the reddened areas on his wrists.
“Well, I think we can safely say that I won.” The thought of claiming his prize made Draco feel very satisfied indeed.
Harry rolled onto his side to face him, looking irresistibly rumpled and sex-sated. “What? No. You cheated, Malfoy.”
Draco cocked one eyebrow. “Oh, you think so?”
“God, yes.”
“I don't agree in the least; I think you'll find that I stuck to the terms of the bet, Potter. At no point did I touch you. But... if you prefer... we could, of course, try it again. From the beginning.”
“Bloody hell, no!” Harry sat up and massaged the marks on his ankles, a smile twitching at his lips. “OK, maybe you won. I suppose you didn't exactly touch me.”
Draco reached out to lay his glasses on the bedside table, then began to unbutton his waistcoat, slowly and deliberately. “I'm so glad you agree. And I believe that the winner was to be allowed to choose a forfeit of their choice.” He shrugged off the waistcoat and started to undo the cuffs of his shirt, a dozen kinky scenarios running through his head.
Harry rubbed a hand over his face. “Jesus Christ, Malfoy. That new story of yours ought to come with a health warning.”
Draco nodded to himself. “What a very good idea. I could print it on the pack. May cause spontaneous ejaculation.” He kicked off his shoes and crawled across the bed towards Harry. As he pushed him down onto his back again, he smiled into Harry's surprised face. “As endorsed by Harry James Potter.”
