Missione 1
Prompt: punto di non ritorno
Rating: NSFW
The problem was his husband. Or at least he wants that posed at his husband. Why did he even marry the guy again?
Everything started a couple of days before. Harry didn’t make a lot out of it at the beginning. Draco came at him while he was cooking. He just hugged him from behind at the beginning. It was a habit of him that Harry enjoyed a lot.
Somehow they ended up making out. They barely had any time for themselves lately because of a problem with a gang fight and it felt good a little intimacy. Draco just pushed a leg between his legs and he was grinding their erections together when Harry wonder if they may stop. Some friends were coming over for dinner and they could be there any second.
“Mmm.” He moaned in Draco’s mouth.
They should stop.
Harry knew they should.
But it had been too long. Three days to be precise but the craving he had for Draco never really stopped. He waited for the honeymoon phase to end. For the hunger for is made to tamper down.
It just never did. After ten years he wanted Draco as much as the day they got together. When half-dead, shot by criminals and left chained to a wall, he listened to the shouting sound from outside, just before Draco got in.
He still doesn’t know how a man alone defeated a room full of bandits. He didn’t bother to ask. He only cared to grab Draco the moment he got one hand free and kiss him as his life depended on it.
After years of dancing around each other, he believed he was going to die without giving them a chance.
Ten years later an intense make-up session was enough to push him on verge of coming in his pants.
He was just getting close when the bell rang and suddenly Draco was pushing him away.
“Wops.” He said smirking and he gave him one last peck on the lips before leaving to open the door.
Harry was left, short-breathed, holding on to the counter. He was painfully hard and he turned to the dishes trying to calm down before his friends could find him in that state.
He was going to ravish Draco that night.
Aside from that, he wasn’t.
“Are you sure is ok?” Said Draco.
“Is okay, now leave!” Answered Harry pushing him out of the house.
It used to happen a lot when Draco firstly joined the FBI, sudden calls at any hour for emergencies. With the years and Draco advancing in his career, the situation got better but once in a while he still had to watch the blonde flee the apartment.
Harry was perfectly fine spending the night by himself, after all, he got sleepy in front of the television and ended up going to bed early. Because of a stupid gang fight, he had so much sleep to catch up with that he was out of commission right away.
It was late at night when Draco finally curled under the blanket with him. Half asleep, Harry rolled on his side throwing an arm over him. Draco made a happy sound and they were fast asleep.
Harry wake up to the familiar sensation of Draco’s body pressed against his. He was on his back and Draco was over him, gyrating his hips against his and kissing his neck.
Harry’s hands close on his hips ad he pushed his head back to give Draco better access.
“Someone is up.” Said Draco. Harry could feel him smile against his throat. “Small Harry had been up for quite some time. I had to keep him company.” He wiggled getting his way between Harry’s legs.
“What a hardship.”
“Very hard indeed.” He agreed.
Harry pulled him down for a kiss that deepened right away. Harry somehow ended with his hands inside Draco’s boxers and he was ready to take it further when an alarm went off and Draco pushed up.
“Oh no! It’s time, I have to go! I had that thing today…” There it was, a small fluctuation. He was lying.
Harry caught his wrist before he could leave the bed and trapped him against the sheet.
“Draco?”
“What?”
“What is going on?”
“I don’t know what are you implying Potter.”
“If there is a specific reason why you are lying, like that one time you wanted to get me a travel for our anniversary tells me right now, otherwise start speaking.”
“I…Oh crap, who am I fooling? There was no way you weren’t going to notice.”
“I’m still waiting.”
“Yeah, that’s kind of the point. What if I make you wait?”
“Draco I swear to God…”
“Ooook, I mean what if we play? Like I may come to you like this sometime.” He ground their bodies together. “But you don’t get to finish?”
“Oh.” They spoke about this. They even had some small scenes sometimes. But it wasn’t easy, given their job.
“For how long?”
“That the thing, you don’t know…but speak to me, what do you think about it.”
Harry leaned in breathing into his neck.
“You will be a little shit won’t you.” Draco’s arms tightened around him.
“Probably.”
“Ok.”
“Ok?”
“Yes ok.”
Draco pushed him on his back kissing him enthusiastically.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Fire.” Said Harry smiling.
Draco kissed him again before actually leaving. Harry quite enjoyed watching him in more formal attire. He had to step up his wardrobe when he joined the FBI internship and Harry could complain about those pants hugging his ass tightly.
He was going to regret it. Very likely.
—
Draco didn’t attempt anything until that night, they were meant to meet at the supermarket to get some groceries. Aside from that Harry just received a message that gave him a pause.
I left you something in the drawer. It said. If you are up for it.
No, he was staring at a plug. He was pretty sure he had never seen it before. Draco must have bought for the occasion. It was already hard just thinking about it.
He leaned over the bed after covering his fingers in lube.
It kind of felt dirty doing this by himself. He fingered himself gripping the sheets with the other hand. Because of that stupid gang fight, it had been at least four to five days since the last time he cummed.
He was ready to bet money that Draco calculated that too.
His fingers felt good even if suddenly wished Draco was there. He enjoyed bottoming once in a while, and Draco had a real gift to nail his prostate.
He had to abort the train of thoughts before losing the game before it even started. He scissored the fingers to get over with it quickly.
I moaned when he slide the plug inside. It wasn’t that big but he was sturdy and pressed him in all the right places.
Thank got the supermarket was close enough to get there by walking. Draco had the car so that they didn’t have to carry everything. Also, he was going to be able to drive with the plug suddenly brushing over his prostate from time to time.
“Hi, babe.” Draco welcomed with a sadistic smile before pulling up his mask. “How are you doing?”
“You are lucky that I love you.”
They got a cart and Draco slid his hand in his back pocket. Harry tensed waiting for something but Draco was happy with leaving it there.
When they reached the cart area Draco gave his butt a squeeze before letting go.
“Can you get a cart?” He said before leaving him to get inside the shop.
The moment Harry touched the handgrip he had to hold on and muffle a surprised moan.
It wasn’t just a plug.
It was also a vibrator.
He beamed toward Draco trought the glass doors.
The blonde was obviously smiling behind his mask while tapping on his phone. The vibrations got up and Harry’s grip on the chart was the only thing keeping him upright.
“Are you going to enter young man?” Said a raspy voice. The vibrations stopped allowing Harry to turn. An elderly man was staring at him judgingly, the mask under his nose.
It was Mr Johnsonn. Harry met him often since he was usually on groceries duty. He wasn’t a nice man.
“Good morning Mr Johnson. Please go ahead.”
The small man went ahead mumbling about rotten youth and rudeness. For some reason, he smelled like cabbage and Harry winched away.
“So,” said Draco. “We have two pages, do you want to take care of the first one as I work out this other?” The vibrations were back even stronger as Draco tapped on the phone.
Harry had to hold on to the cereal shelf a little too strong.
It was the hell.
The vibrations will go up and down at a random pace. There was a moment where Harry almost tripped near the milk section because the toy was suddenly on max level for a couple of minutes and at some point, he was holding a can of beans so strongly that a woman looked at him worried.
When they were lining at the cashier Harry could barely be paying attention to anything around him. The vibrations were off but he was so sensitive that even the simple action to push the heavy cart was almost too much.
They bought a lot and he had to force every single step, pushing the plug just against his prostate.
Draco would glance at him to the opposite side of the cashier as he was piling everything inside the bags.
The woman tapping on the register was going on about the weather but Harry couldn’t bother following the conversation and he was only nodding.
He didn’t know her aside from their weekly travel to the supermarket.
She was a chatterbox and usually, the dark-haired guy would humour her but today he wished she would just get on with the payment so that he could reach Draco near the exit.
He could see him speaking with Mr Johnson, a very weird occurrence but he didn’t realize what was going on until he finally got back his credit card and headed toward the blonde.
Draco’s quiet tune was the thing that knocked him out of his own arousal problem.
“I don’t think…” he was trying to say in that very quiet and dangerous tone that made him the terror of criminals in interrogations.
But he was cut off by Mr Johnson’s raspy retort.
“We are in this situation because of your kind!”
Draco’s eyes tightened and Harry hurried up to try to stop him as an employer of the supermarket was already trying to calm down Mr Johnson.
“Draco…” was the only thing he managed to say before the blonde shutter him up firmly.
“Not this time Harry, he had it coming.”
He learned with the years that trying to talk with the blonde when he was in that state was useless so he retroceded backwards joining the small crowd that was gathering to watch the scene unfold.
The employer, now three, surrounded Mr Johnson that tore his mask and throw it to the ground as he was screaming at Draco.
“YOUR KIND! It’s just like last time, you are dirty and infected and you are giving this new illness to us normal people!”
“Yes, Mr Johnson I’m sure that is because of me and my husband that this pandemia is not over. And because o people that after two years still don’t know how to properly wear a mask.
Mr Johnson was brutally cut off by the entrance of two police officers.
The manager probably call them given the way he was covering behind them.
“Officers!” Sadi Mr Johnson and suddenly he looked completely different.
His shoulders arching down like heightened, his voice weak and his breath heavy.
“Thank Heavens you are here. Those people try to assault me.” He stepped forward but the redhead with the sergeant grades keep him at distance handing him a new mask.
“Please wear your mask sir and let us handle the situation.”
His colleague came to stand near the old man gesturing him to wear the mask.
“Ron.” Greeted him, Harry. “Neville.” He waved to the other guy.
“Captain Potter. Agent Malfoy.”
“Please Neville, just Harry I’m not working.”
“Captain? Agent?”
“I’m sure you are aware of the identity of these men. Captain Potter from LPD and Agent Malfoy from FBI.” The poor man was looking back and forward between all of them.
After that, there wasn’t much left to watch.
There were plenty of witnesses and it didn’t take more than ten minutes for Harry to get on the passenger seats and fasten his seatbelt.
Of course the moment he relaxed the vibrations jumped to the maximum level.
he arched on the seats moaning. His arms grasping the soft material and his legs kicking.
“Hold on, I’m going.” Said Draco his evil smirk visible now that the mask was down. “Be good for me and make sure you don’t come until we are home.”
Harry couldn’t answer him busy panting hard and squirming.
There was a moment when he believed he wasn’t going to make it because the traffic light suddenly turned and the blonde hit the breaks.
Harry let out a scream so loud that a woman in the other car turned looking at him worried.
He had to curl on himself and he didn’t lift his head until they were far gone.
They parked and finally, the toy stopped.
Still, Harry needed a minute to recover. Draco was trailing his fingers between his hair.
“How are you doing? Too much?”
“It was…intense. But I’m okay. What about you? Mr Johnson was rude. You okay.”
“Oh. Please as if I give a shit about the old jerk. I had fun honestly. I thought for a second that he was going to fake and heart attack to get away with it. I hope it teaches him a lesson.”
They were facing each other, turning sides on their seats and Harry simply leaned forward to kiss him.
“What was that for?” Asked the blond, his lips bent in a smile.
“Is just that you were very cool.”
“Am not always cool?” Said Draco getting out of the car and Harry laughed following him.
–
That evening Harry was almost hoping that that was it for the first day.
Hopelessly.
Precisely until Draco’s hand landed on his dick.
The blonde was curled against him since the beginning of the movie. Nothing major happened until Andrea asked Nigel to do her a makeover.
Then Draco snuggled closer and he casually reached for his groin.
“Ahem…Draco?”
“Yes?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“What? No, why would you? I love this part.” Said him singing along the soundtrack.
Of course, he moved his hand keeping up the beat.
Harry squirmed only obtaining Draco going at it with more determination.
“Move.” Said the blonde suddenly pushing him against the armrest and climbing over his hips to lay down over him.
They liked that position. Harry was sure Draco got of feeling small against his wider build, not that the blonde was ever going to admit it.
Unfortunately, now it was the worst position ever. Draco’s body was warm against his and it didn’t help that the blonde started kissing his way around his collarbone. He was hard, registered Harry as Draco close his teeth around his lobe quietly painting directly into his ear.
“Harry,” moaned the blonde. “I want to get off.”
Harry moaned. He loved when his husband, usually so upright, was direct with his desires.
“I can relate…”
Draco’s figure was shaken by a small laugh.
“I bet you can, but, now, would be rude to force me into chastity as well.” Said him with a sly smile that Harry had to kiss-off.
“So, how do you want to get off?”
“Uhmm, I really really want to ride you, but I’m not that much of a jerk.”
“I beg your pardon I thought I was speaking with my husband Draco but maybe I was wrong.”
“Oh, you think you are funny? Maybe I should tie that stupid dick of yours very tightly and ride you after all.”
“I beg your forgiveness, you are so merciful and I’m blessed by your presence in my life.”
“Now, that’s more like it. I was going to go easy on you. To let you jerk me, but now I have to punish you somehow. Take off your shirt.” Harry struggled a little to get out of his T-shirt as Draco got up to get out of his clothes. Before getting back on the couch he opened Harry’s Jeans and took them down with the boxers.
For a second Harry feared that he was going to actually ride him for real.
But Draco was more than happy to simply lay over him and grind together their erections.
It was excruciating.
Draco’s body was so hot against his. The simple idea he was being used only for the blonde pleasure was enough to keep him on the edge. Every once in a while Draco would retrocede to grind on his leg leaving his poor dick aching hard until excitement would subside a little bit.
The moans were also painful. Draco had always been vocal in bed, but this time he wasn’t holding back not even a bit. His eyes closed and his head trow back, his hand was now stocking his hard cock while the other one was gripping Harry’s hip so strongly that he was going to have bruises.
He hadn’t looked directly at the Gryffindor once since they got naked.
Because he was only an object realised Harry.
As he was nurturing these thoughts the blonde screamed, his white semen painting Harry’s abs. He let himself crush on Harry who was waiting for him, his arms opened.
He knew Draco well, his Slytherin liked his afterglows quiet. He enjoyed basking in the sensation for a couple of minutes before trying to attempt any communication.
As predictable he lifted his head after a while to smile a Harry.
“That was nice.” He said smirking.
“Can’t relate.”
“Oh, come on. I know how much you like watching.”
“Not as much as I like joining.”
“Soon my love. Soon. Now, use those Gryffindor muscles of yours to take me to the bathroom for some reasons I feel like I could use a bath.”
“Really? I wonder why.”
–
Harry woke up to Draco’s mouth on his dick. Draco was fucking slurping his dick down, and Harry is kicking aimlessly at the sheets, hips bucking wildly, and fuck, but Draco’s hand has a firm grip around the base of his cock. He arched hard gripping his pillow as he realised that the blond had two fingers knuckle deep in his ass pushing hard against his prostate.
He was going crazy, screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Draco! Stop! STOP! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! I’M…AAAH!” Something broke inside him. Suddenly his body jerked hard passing some sort of crest. He was shaking in pleasure unable to stop. A loud ring in his ears cancelled any other sound and he could feel tears in his eyes.
After a couple of minutes, Draco helped him on his side letting him curl around his still very hard cock.
The dry orgasm emptied him, he didn’t even have the energy to reach for his erection.
It wasn’t something he could achieve often. They tried before but most of the time he would either overwork himself to frustration or just safe word. He wasn’t very fond of overstimulation. He didn’t enjoy it much because he became too sensitive so he manage to come to dry only a handful of times before that.
Draco on the other hand thrived in it. Harry at least once a month made sure to tie him on the bed and made him come over and over until he run completely dry or he would snap a cock ring around him and fucking until he cummed dry.
This time around Draco worked him up for who knew how long in sleep and he was already on edge so it didn’t take much.
Still, he could form a thought for quite some time.
He slowly came back to Draco holding him tight and whispering praises into his ear. He slowly turned over into his husband’s hug and Draco held him gently praising him and caressing him.
When he finally calmed down the sun was already up. Draco was kissing him everywhere and Harry cupped his chin to bring their lips together.
“I’m okay.” He said with a smile.
“You sure? We can stay like this longer.” People would never believe how caring and careful was Draco in bed, especially during the afterglow but Harry was more than happy to be the only one to know these secret aspects of Draco’s personality.
“I’m fine. Don’t you have to meet your mother for lunch?”
“Yes, but I still have an hour before I have to start getting ready.”
“Well, then I’m not complaining.” Harry snuggled closed hiding his face in Draco’s neck and basked in his affection.
Later he waved him goodbye on the door with a deep kiss.
“You going to the gym later? Remember the shampoo.” Said the Slytherin.
“Oh, don’t worry, I will take a shower at home, that new guy is still hitting on me. He creeps me out and he wouldn’t accept I’m taken.”
Draco’s eyes tightened. “Next time we are going to work out together.”
“But you hate the gym.”
“Yes but I got to protect what’s mine, also I didn’t mind watching you sweat for one hour.”
“It would be very inappropriate to train with a hard-on.” They were griding together a little as the conversation heated up but Draco pushed him away.
“Not as much as being hard at lunch with my mom, so if you don’t mind let’s continue this conversation later. Love you.”
He walked out and Harry spent the morning cleaning a little around the house. After lunch, he headed to the gym and as predicted Matt lurked around him no stop, he even tried to get him to do stretching together but thank got Ron arrived just in time to save him.
Tired he welcomed the warm water on his body. He took some time before starting washing his body, he remained under the spray to help his muscles relax. Because of the whole thing with Draco he had so much extra energy to burn and maybe he pushed a little bit too hard.
Harry freezes when he hears the door of the shower opening. He didn’t turn as Draco joined him.
The blonde hugged him leaving the hot water soaking their bodies.
“How was your day?” He said against his shoulder.
“Uneventful.” Said Harry tensing. Draco was hard and his cock was sliding against his leg. Harry stared at his own cock in betrayal. He knew he wasn’t going to get any relief but still, his dick was getting up at the idea.
“Let me help you.” Said Draco stepping away. His hands came back after a second covered in lavender-scented soap and they recovered their position on his chest slowly going up and down making sure to cover him in soap. Draco’s fingers found his nipples and they circled them slowly.
Harry slightly widened his stance as his knees became weak.
Once done washing his feet, he stands slowly, rubbing his body against his. A shudder shakes Harry’s frame at the feel of his bare skin against his and Draco’s erection poking him in the leg.
“Draco.” He called with a drop of preoccupation in his voice.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” reassured him the blond. “For now .” He added after a second. He kissed his collar bone pocking his feet a little larger apart.
His erection slid between Harry’s tights and slid around Harry’s hard-on. Harry planted his hands on the wall already panting hard. He couldn’t remember the last time they did this. Maybe when they were students, with not so much time for preparation or patience for it. He almost forgot the weird sensation of Draco’s member between his tights.
It was good. It almost felt like they were fucking.
Draco’s painting in his ear was so arousing. Was voice a kink? If it was Harry surely had it. Draco knew it and took advantage of it any chance he got.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I made a mistake accepting this.” Harry gritted his teeth.”Draco, I’m gonna cum slow down.”
“Let me help you.” Draco’s hand gripped the base of his dick and Harry let out a curse as the blond movements got faster.
Draco bitted him hard when he came painting the wall. Harry’s dick hurt badly as Draco let go of him.
Why did he even accept this thing again?
“Just a few hours more.” Said the blond making him turn to kiss him lazily.
“I could use something to look for.”
“Such as?”
“Such as doing this the other way around next week.”
“Maybe we can speak about it.”
–
That evening found them laying on the bed making out. They have been at it for quite some time.
Enough for Harry to get hard and very aroused.
At this point, he could come just by the friction. But Draco was making sure to not give him enough to work with.
“Please Draco.” He moaned but he only get the blond to get up from the bed.
From the bedside drawer, he pulls two pairs of handcuffs and a rope and Harry know instantly what it is he has planned.
In a matter of minutes, he is handcuffed to the headboard. Draco was already down on him. His warm breath caressed Harry’s sensible skin around the groin, his lips just a breath away from the head of his cock.
“Draco…”
“Ah ah, I will tell you when you can start begging.” His hand disappeared from Harry’s perspective and came back holding a vibrator for him to see. It was the black one. Harry lost any kind of control he had more than once because of that bad boy.
The strongest setting had never failed to send him into overstimulation.
Draco left it on his belly.
“Now, let’s make sure it doesn’t fall off.” Said Draco we wouldn’t want that I had to punish you, don’t we?”
With those words, he opened the lube and started preparing himself.
Up to two fingers, Harry was doing quite fine, he almost felt a sparkle of hope he was going to make it till the end.
That’s when Draco started aiming at his prostate.
The chain rattled as Harry squirmed.
“Draco…”
“Is not a begging I’m hearing I hope.” Harry bit his lips.
Draco add another finger pushing up against the small bundle and Harry’s legs kicked.
He was going to cum.
He had to warn the blonde.
But he couldn’t beg him to stop.
He tried to get away from the stimulation but there was nowhere to go.
Then he tried to lock on Draco’s eyes but the blonde was ignoring him.
He felt the orgasm building from his feet, his fingers tingling as he tensed.
But then everything just stopped.
He let out an animalistic sound.
“Harry.” Said Draco when he finally calmed down enough to understand. “Where’s the vibrator?”
Harry’s eyes widened. He couldn’t feel it on his stomach anymore. He didn’t even realize it felt down. He looked around and he finally located it on the bed near the border.
“Harry, Harry…I guess that someone is in for a punishment.”
Harry stared. There wasn’t much more he could do. He didn’t trust himself to open his mouth.
“Lucky that I just have here a perfect one.” Again Draco’s hand reached where Harry couldn’t see.
And he came back with a rubber band.
A cock ring.
Harry’s painfully full balls had a twitch.
He almost felt his eyes tearing as Draco put it on him.
Then the blond leaned over him to look him in the eyes.
“What’s your colour?”
“Green…but can you kiss me?”
Draco didn’t hesitate one second before leaning forward and making their lips meet.
It was sweet.
Almost too sweet for the scene they were having.
When Draco lifted he smiled.
“How’s the ring? Too tight?”
“That’s kind of the point.” Trew back Harry.
“Oh someone found his sassiness. let’s see how long is going to last.”
Five minutes later Harry was screaming with everything he had. After days of teasing, it didn’t take much for him to be on edge. Draco’s hand was quick on his erection stopping every two to three seconds.
He was going mad.
His body was burning. All muscles tense. Draco’s hand was jerking him off while with the other he took in and out the vibrator making sure it was pressing against his prostate.
He was so gone that he let out a verse when Draco’s hand left his erection. He couldn’t even tell if it was relief or complaint.
The bed moved as Draco straddled him and Harry didn’t even have the time to say anything and the blond was sinking on him.
Now. He knew he could come with the ring on. It happened before. It was just very hard.
The thing is that at this point he wasn’t sure not even the ring could keep his orgasm at bay.
“Draco I won’t last.”
“Don’t come.”
“Draco please I’m cumming.”
“Do. Not. Come.” He said, bouncing on him to underline his words and Harry screamed. His toes curling and every single muscle tense to keep himself from cumming.
Draco moaned and fastened his pace.
It wracks his brain for some reason why this is a bad thing, but Draco just grins and kisses him, bouncing around, and oh, oh, fuck. Harry’s cock is so hard, and the plugin his ass is vibrating so strongly, and oh fuck, how he hates Draco.
Almost as much as he loved him.
He was so devastatingly beautiful lost in pleasure. Stroking himself as he rides him.
“Harry!” He called.
“Draco!” Answered the dark-haired boy.
“Cum!”
Harr’s body snapped. Arching so strongly that he had only his feet and his shoulder left on the bad. Even with Draco’s weight, it took him some second to give out and crush back on the bad.
Draco landed over him breathing hard in his ear.
Harry was still shaking from some small post-orgasm spike of pleasure. He never came so hard and so much.
He felt sticky. Probably Draco came too. He could almost recognise the small satisfied verses he made after cumming.
They laid there for quite some time basking in the afterglow. At least until Draco recovered enough to free him and Harry rolled them on the side, sliding out of Draco with a moan.
“You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He asked the Slytherin.
“I won’t either confirm or deny those allegations.”