Pretty Thing

Draco was nervously excited. Harry had been somewhat secretive about the planning of their anniversary trip, but Draco could guess something fun was coming. Harry hadn’t mentioned a destination, but as he listened to Harry pack the rest of his belongings, he was starting to wonder if he’d packed too light.

It was taking Harry much longer to pack than he’d have thought. Or…maybe it just felt that way from the corner.

Draco was waiting patiently and obediently, as Harry had ordered.

He’d arrived with his own large packed suitcase at precisely three as requested, and after an affectionate kiss hello, Harry had ordered Draco to strip naked.

Draco had done so, asking no questions and wondering what his Dom had in mind. Once naked, Draco had moved to stand in front of Harry where he waited in his armchair, laced his fingers together behind his head and stood still, looking forward over Harry’s head. He could never dean to look down on his better.

Harry had Draco turn around, and Draco shivered as Harry spread his asscheeks apart to examine his puckered hole. “You cleaned up?”

Heat flushed Draco’s skin pink and he answered, “Yes, Sir. Your slut took the potion around lunch as you ordered.”

“Good boy. How did it feel being cleaned out during the rest of your meetings?”

Draco blushed. “It was uncomfortable and difficult to keep still, but knowing it was for your pleasure made it easier to bear.”

Draco could tell Harry was smiling as he playfully—for him—swatted Draco’s ass.

Draco hissed as the sting lingered, but managed not to move more than. A couple centimeters.

”Good boy.”

Draco smiled, biting in his lip as he felt a surge of pride. He was a good boy. Harry’s good boy. He passed his little test.

Harry stood without having Draco step forward, resulting in his fully clothed, muscled body pressing against Draco’s back. It was only at times like these Draco remembered he was taller than Harry, as Harry’s erection pressed against the upper part of the back of his thigh instead of between his cheeks where Draco wanted it.

“Kneel.”

Draco did, hands still behind his head.

“Wait,” Harry commanded, and Draco opened his mouth, tongue out.

Harry next produced a flogger, and placed the handle sideways in Draco’s mouth, pressing on his tongue. “Bite.”

Draco did.

“Crawl to your corner and wait there while I finish packing. Hands behind your back.” The flogger was a clear warning for what may happen if he was disobedient just now.

Draco wasn’t allowed to talk with his mouth full. So he said “Mn,” in acknowledgment and moved to do as he was told, crawling toward the corner furthest from the warmth of the fireplace. He sat up straight, prepared to wait patiently. Draco held his arms behind his back, staring at the corner that was sometimes his place of punishment and sometimes, like today, a place of anticipation.

As he waited, he couldn’t help thinking back on his and Harry’s relationship until now.

He and Harry had reconnected at a charity Gala. They shared polite conversation where Draco lightly flirted with the golden boy—mostly out of boredom. He’d never have dreamed that Harry would reach out after to take Draco up on the offer for dinner and drinks—an offer made half-jokingly and under influence of wine.

It was the night they went to get drinks that they first shared a bed. Harry had been gentle, yet firm and giving. The next morning while looking for clothes to borrow, Draco discovered the cuffs Harry kept in the spare bedroom, and put them on as yet another joke…only to discover they were spelled, and could not be removed unless he made Harry come with his mouth first.

Harry had hurriedly tried to take Draco to a healer to have him released, but Draco had dropped to his knees and opened his mouth instead. That day was the first that Draco called Harry “Sir,” gasped out around Harry’s cock.

The next time Draco wore the cuffs was on his birthday, the first time Harry called him his “Slut.”

Now, two years on, Draco hoped it was those cuffs Harry was packing as he heard the clinking of metal behind him. Suddenly Draco heard the zipper of Harry’s bag, and straightened up in anticipation when Harry’s heavy boot falls approached him from behind.

Without preamble, Harry dragged thick ropes across Draco’s torso. It was a struggle to keep his eyes on the wall instead of watching Harry work—especially when Harry paused now and again to tweak Draco’s nipples or kiss him passionately or brush his shoulder length hair back behind both ears.

Soon, Draco’s body was tightly bound. Very. Tightly. Bound. Not only had Harry tied his arms behind his back, but he’d tied Draco’s legs tightly in his knelt position before pressing a hand into Draco’s back. He pressed Draco into a bow, as low as he could, before securing his torso to his legs. He could feel his cock cage pressed against his legs and his stomach.

“Problems?” Harry asked.

Draco was panting, he was so turned on. “Mn,” he groaned slightly around the handle of his flogger. It was now covered in his drool.

Harry patted his back. “Good boy. You may speak.

He didn’t remove the flogger though. “Yuh swush ish comfobuh hahebeh yuh wann ‘im, Shuh.”

“My slut is comfortable however I want him, is he?” Draco shifted in his bonds as Harry massaged one asscheek. The ropes creaked with the strain.

“Mm, mm-hm… Yesh, Shuh.”

“Good.”

Harry removed the flogger, and gagged Draco properly then, stretching his lips wide around a large red ball gag that had him drooling even more over his own knees immediately.

Draco was then lifted magically, and feeling at once embarrassed and horny, he was carried back toward the three full suitcases. Well, they should have been full.

The two that were Harry’s were full and closed. Draco’s was open, and his things removed and stacked to the side. Draco didn’t have time to wonder why as he was laid snuggly in the empty space. He turned to look up at his Dom, who was looking satisfied as he surveyed Draco’s pale, vulnerable body.

Harry knelt, stroking Draco’s silky hair, distracting him with encouragement as he reached into the suitcase and worked a large, slick dildo up Draco’s arse. “Good slut. Take it…That’s it, take it, Slut. You like this don’t you? Love whatever I do to this slutty body as long as these greedy holes get filled up. Look as this fucking hole, swallowing this whole toy. It’s going in so easily. Eating it up like a starving dog. What a good bitch you are for me.”

“Hmm…hn…” Draco let out only the barest noises and nodded along with Harry’s assessment of him as only useful for dildo storage as his body was impaled.

Harry gave him no time to get used to this sensation before adding another. His nipples were covered in what Draco thought were simple pasties until they began to tingle.

He squirmed involuntarily, and gasped, jerking as his prostate was pressed by the dildo. He let out a whine, and Harry smiled. He added more toys, though the rest were just thrown into the suitcase along side the sub, or shoved gracelessly into the ropes holding Draco.

The last thing Harry added was the small bag of toiletries Draco had packed—taken from the stack of Draco’s abandoned clothes and tossed in on top of Draco. He stroked Draco’s hair lovingly one more time, leaning down to kiss his temple.

Then Harry shut the suitcase, and Draco was encased in darkness, contained and at Harrys total mercy. He shivered as he held the spells settle over him that made it a little easier to breath, monitored him for Harry, and that made the dildo begin to fuck him, incredibly slowly.

“Hmm!” He cried out involuntarily, and he heard Harry chuckle.

“Quiet, Slut. We’ll be passing through the. Lobby of the hotel. I don’t care if we get caught, but I imagine you wouldn’t want tomorrow’s headline to be “Perverted Malfoy Whore Enjoys Getting Fucked by Dildos Inside the Head Auror’s Luggage.”

Draco groaned, brow furrowing in the dark as he quieted himself to slightly heavy breathing through his nose. He felt himself jostled, and his heart leapt as a shiver of excitement stole through him.

Harry was really going to transport him through the Floo Network and to their hotel room like this!

And this was just the start of this week long getaway!?

Draco was sooo excited…