Pretty Thing

Harry and Draco woke earlier than either of them would have liked. Their bodies were just too used to their work schedules, it seemed and they both had a hard time getting back to sleep. Harry suggested visiting the shops in the little village nearby, and maybe grabbing breakfast while they were out.

Draco seemed about to disagree, snuggling back into the plush dog bed until Harry tempted him with, “I’ll let you buy me new clothes.”

That peaked Draco’s interest. Draco loved dressing up his boyfriend. Harry usually could care less what he wore, and it was all thanks to Draco that the famous Chosen One had a reputation is Witch Weekly for being consistently spotted while well dressed.

“I get to decide the color, too?” Draco tilted his head.

“Let me guess: Slytherin Green?” Harry crossed his arms and leaned over Draco where he still lay in bed.

“You mean the same green as your eyes? Why yes, Sir, you are correct.” Draco stuck out his tongue, and Harry caught it, surprising the blonde.

“Careful. You still owe me an afternoon on your knees in the humbler. I may just decide my pet is more of a piggy than a pussy cat.”

Draco’s eyes widened a touch. The humbler and the nose hook for a whole afternoon!? He hated both. Well, he loved that Harry was turned on by the sight of him in both, and he was willing to endure them for Harry’s pleasure or for reward, but he always felt ridiculous and ugly when his nose ran with no recourse and his balls were stretched back and exposed.

Draco didn’t pull his tongue back, but tried to smile innocently, “meow,” he tried to say around Harry’s hand.

Harry laughed and released Draco’s tongue.   “Come on,” Harry said, getting out of his bed and kneeling to pat Draco’s sore bottom, “pick out your clothes so I can decide what you’re wearing underneath.”

A thrill of excitement stole through Draco again as Harry clipped the lead to Draco’s collar again, and tugged him on all fours to their luggage. Then he remembered Harry had unpacked his suitcase to put Draco inside it. There were none of his clothes here except three long coats and some lingerie he spied as Harry pulled out the coats.

He had half expected Harry would have moved Draco’s things to another bag, but he guessed not. He really was being kept naked almost this whole trip.

“Well, pick one.”

Draco looked toward the window. Snow was swirling up against it, piling up and dimming the early rays of sunlight. “Sir, May I ask a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“What shoes have you brought for me, Sir?”

“I brought the ones you told me you needed for this weather,” Harry said. “They’re by the door with mine.” Even while traveling Draco would not stand for shoes on the carpet

Draco nodded and pointed to the middle cloak. It was midnight blue, embroidered with silver thread and lined with grey fur. “I’ll pick this one, Sir.”

“Good. Go ahead and drink your water and potion. Then wait by the door and I’ll come get you ready before we go.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Draco hadn’t been put back in the cage, and he was fully erect as he bent over the water bowl in the kitchen to lap up water and the potion in the smaller bowl beside it. When he finished, he still heard Harry’s shower going, but obediently crawled toward the door, he saw Harry’s keys dangling from a hook beside the cloak he’d worn yesterday, and on a whim, went up briefly to his knees to catch his lead on the same hook. Then he knelt with his back to the wall, hands behind his back, and his mouth opened, tongue out.

This was what Harry wanted when he ordered Draco to wait.

Drool dribbled from Draco’s open mouth, but he let it, knowing Harry would appreciate the effort it took not to stop it happening. He waited for nearly ten minutes, still hard as he rhythmically squeezed around the toy in his arse.

Harry came into the room wearing an outfit Draco had picked for him recently. His emerald green dress shirt was tucked into slacks and a silver belt buckle with the Malfoy family crest at his waist. The length or rope he held casually in one hand swung sensually against his leg.

Harry saw Draco’s eyes drop to the gleaming accessory at his waist, and smirked. “Hungry, are you? Already drooling for my cock?”

“Uh, uh-huh.” Draco licked his wide open lips, and more saliva dripped past his chin.

Harry grinned, taking Draco’s chin in his hand and tilting his head back gently. “Oh, how I love my pretty slut.”

He grabbed the lead from the hook as Draco’s heart fluttered. He shifted on his knees, taking in a loud open mouth breath as his cock twitched between his legs.

“Stand up, let me get you dressed.” Draco stood, keeping his hands behind his back and his mouth open. Harry almost always did his rope work by hand, and Draco loved it.

Before he started, Harry pulled something pink from his pocket, and a second later, Draco was stepping into a pair of lacy pink panties. His erection strained the fabric, threatening to pop out.

Harry then brought the rope around Draco’s pale waist, pausing to tickle him until he jerked and laughed. Smiling with him, Harry brought the doubled rope down between Draco’s legs on either side of his cock, and up his arse. Then he doubled back and wrapped the base of Dracos cock and balls in most of the rest of the length of rope. Finally he wrapped the rest around the tip of Draco’s erection below the head—panties and all— and secured the end back to the waist. The end of the rope harness was magically sealed, and Draco groaned as it all tightened a little. More than a couple hours like this would be unbearable.

He shifted his hips, moaning as the rope pressed his plug and stimulated his cock bright the lace.

Harry stepped back to look over his drooling sub before snapping his fingers and pointing to the floor.

Draco knelt again, the movement dragging another groan from him. Smirking down at Draco still, Harry unbuckled his belt and pulled out his own hard cock.

Thick, hard, it was leaking pre-come he stroked it slowly, inches from Draco’s open mouth. Draco dropped his gaze to watch until Harry said, “eyes on me, Slut.”

Green eyes nearly eclipsed by black pupils caught Draco’s lust filled gaze. Draco’s chest heaved and with effort, he opened his mouth even wider, inviting his Dom inside.

It was Harry’s turn to lick his lips, stroking himself faster and groaning. Draco rolled his hips, longing for friction, for touch.

Finally Harry shoved his cock in Draco’s mouth, but only part way as he came. He painted the back of Draco’s tongue and throat in warm ropes of come as Harry let out a low moan, throwing his head back as the waves of pleasure shook him. Draco moaned in turn, licking at the underside of Harry’s cock as it pulsated, taking in every last salty bit he could reach before Harry took his lovely cock away.

Panting, Harry pulled back, tucking himself away, and taking Draco’s chin in hand. He looked over his sub with adoration, smiling. He leaned over and kissed Draco’s forehead. “Keep it in your mouth until we get to the restaurant. You can swallow when you take your first bite.”

Draco nodded. He kept his mouth open while Harry pulled his silky locks into a ponytail, allowing the drool to drip down his front or dry rather than risk swallowing instinctively. He had to close it when Harry ordered him to stand and helped him shrug into his cloak, disconnecting the leash so he could button it up past the collar. He stepped into proffered socks and shoes, and returned his hands to behind his back when ordered.

Keeping his hands behind him and his mouth shut through the lobby was a thrill. It was like he was secretly bound and gagged before the watching eyes of Harry’s loving admirers and fans. What was Draco’s expression like? He was aiming for dignified, but he couldn’t help thinking he looked as sloppy and lust filled as he felt. What would they think of him if they could see the panties and collar and ropes on his naked body beneath the ankle length cloak.

Draco smiled politely when he caught people’s eyes, but Harry moved him along quickly, so there was no need to make conversation. No one on staff questioned an extra person emerging from Harry’s room, so Draco could only assume they’d been told Draco would be arriving later by Floo. Either that or Harry was just too important a client to question.

Harry led Draco on a leisurely stroll through the high street toward the bakery. Alas, the order to keep his hands behind his back didn’t last, but it wasn’t all bad since Harry decided they would walk hand in hand instead. Draco looked with interest over the shop fronts, but was more interested in getting to their destination. Not least because his mouth was filling with saliva he couldn’t swallow.

Harry laughed when Draco reluctantly tugged him past a clothing store, “you don’t want to go in? Don’t you love the brand?”

“Mm,” Draco whined irritably.

Harry gave in, and they arrived at the small breakfast cafe. The staff was simply starstruck, and Harry smiled kindly and agreed to pose for a picture if they would agree to take one of him and Draco as well.

“Course, Mr. Potter!”

Harry posed with the cafe staff and Draco took their pictures. Then Harry handed over a camera from his pocket, and stood close to Draco, squeezing his arse where the staff couldn’t see. Draco glanced at Harry, wincing, then quickly smiled.

“Oh, come on,” the owner said, flapping a hand at Draco. “Smile big.”

Draco blushed, shaking his head and dropping his gaze. When he hadn’t the ability to speak, acting shy was the best bet. It always amused Harry to no end.

“How long have you guy’s owned this place?” Harry distracted smoothly.

Draco waited as Harry chatted with the cafe owners some more before they were led to a table in a private room in the back. As soon as they were alone, Harry waved his wand, warding the door and hallway so he’d have warning. Harry sat down, but Draco waited for permission.

“Kneel,” Harry said instead. Draco glanced at the door before following the order, dropping to his knees where he stood. “Show me,” Harry said hungrily.

Draco opened his mouth to show Harry his come was still there. Harry smiled, satisfied. “Sit in your chair. Someone is coming.”

Draco moved smoothly. Just sitting down when the door opened. Their orders were taken-Harry ordering for the both of them, and the food arrived quickly after.

Harry started to eat, and Draco’s waited permission, whining when Harry didn’t give it right away.

He looked over his plate, mouth watering further as the smell wafted over him.

Harry chuckled, and said, “fine, go on. And show me once you swallow.”

Draco went for the toast, the most neutrally flavored item on the plate, though he knew the whole meal would taste slightly of Harry at this point. He swallowed, and took a moment to drink some water before showing  Harry the evidence of his obedience.

“Good boy.” Harry took another bite of his own food. “How do you feel?”

Draco squirmed, rolling his hips again. He wasn’t quite hard anymore, so the way his cock was pulled up felt strange and slightly painful if he bent his torso too far one way or the other, he rolled his hips slightly in his chair, and the plug pressed his hole again, rubbing against the insides. A wonderful sort of ache blossomed as his bruises from last night pressed the chair.

“Good,” he said. “I like it.”

“Something you’d do again?”

Draco blushed, it was too soon to say for sure. “Most likely.” He said. He leaned one elbow on the table, crossing his legs as he went for more eggs. “Ask me again tomorrow when I find out how chaffed this leaves me.”

Harry chuckled. “There are potions for that.”

“Would you let me take it?”

Harry shrugged. “If you’re a good boy.”

Draco wrinkled his nose at Harry, and Harry snickered. “I’m always a good boy,”

Draco said.

“Always? What’s this I hear about you messing with that older guy in your office then?”

“That’s different. He was being obnoxious about you. More obnoxious than that stupid tie he wears everyday.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Well, us. ‘So Potter is really gay?’, ‘you didn’t spike his potion did you?’, ‘I’m not gay, just so you know’, ‘Potter puts up with this attitude, does he?’” Draco rolled his eyes.

Harry’s jaw clenched and his grip tightened on his glass. “I hear he was hit with a spiked heel jinx.”

“I will neither confirm nor deny, but I imagine he’ll be on tip toe until he figures out it’s his tie that’s cursed, not him.” Draco smirked. “I will also say, Mr. Auror, that my wand was already tested when he came down with symptoms, and they found nothing.”

“…meaning perhaps a surreptitiously borrowed wand was used?”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that the wand probably belonged to a visitor to the office who received poor service and is therefore unlikely to visit within the timeframe that testing would be useful.”

Harry smirked. “A good boy indeed.”

Draco smiled sweetly. “I only need to be a good boy for my Master anyway.”

Harry paused. Early in their relationship, Draco had said he wasn’t quite comfortable with the word Master just yet. He still didn’t seem totally comfortable, but now in a different way. The way he squirmed as he waited for Harry’s response, blushing and avoiding his gaze…

Harry smiled slowly. “If I’m the Master that makes you…”

Draco was still blushing as he looked back into Harry’s face. “That makes me your slave…Master.”

A shiver went down Harry’s spine, his pupils dilating as he looked Draco over again. “God, I wish I could keep you, pet. I’d build you the prettiest cage.”

“I’ll let you have me. You just have to promise to lock me up tight,” Draco licked his lips, his eyes dropping to Harry’s, and Harry smirked.

“Careful what you wish for,” Harry stood, dropping more money than necessary on the table. He held out a hand to Draco so they could continue their date.

Harry let Draco pick out a new outfit for him, which turned into Draco putting Harry through a one man fashion show and buying nearly everything. Harry also picked some clothes for Draco, but didn’t let him try them on in the store.

“My slutty little slave doesn’t need any more clothes than the panties I gave him, does he?” Harry whispered.

“No, Master,” Draco whispered back. “This s- slave deserves no more than his Master gives him.” He was so red, it was intoxicating. Harry longed to slap his cheek so the redness would persist past his embarrassment.

Harry had intended for their date to last until dinner, but just a couple hours after lunch, Draco yet again whispered, “Master,” into Harry’s ear and it reverberated in his mind. After that, it was hard to think past the raging hard on in his pants.

So once they left this latest shop where Draco talked Harry into purchasing yet another pair of expensive shoes, Harry dragged Draco by the hand back to the hotel. He held it in just long enough to shut the door before he shoved Draco hard against it.

“Mmm,” Draco moaned softly as Harry stripped them both magically. “Mmm!” Draco’s hands were dragged behind his back and tied there with ropes that snaked around his ankles also, pulling him into a kneeled position.

“Come, pet,”

Draco was gagged—a ring attached to a harness that strapped around his head. He felt the plug shift and groaned as he glanced back at a fluffy white tail.

“Come here,” Harry ordered again from the living room. “Unless my bunny actually goes oink.”

Harry would make him do it, too. Hurriedly, Draco started hopping. He couldn’t go fast in this position, but Harry’s bemused smirk at his sweating and panting told Draco this was what Harry expected. his cock would be bouncing ridiculously if it wasn’t bound against his stomach.

He arrived at Harry’s side and rested on his knees, panting. Harry stroked his hair. “My good boy,” Harry lifted Draco’s chin in his hand. Then he gripped Draco’s hair and guided his forced open mouth onto Harry’s thick, hard cock. Draco gagged a moment as it settled onto his tongue.

“We’ll relax like this before dinner,” Harry murmured. “An hour and a half. Can you do it?”

“Mm,” Draco said in affirmation, adjusting slightly so he could relax into the position. 

“Good. You’ll be eating early again. Then I’m going to hogtie you on the table and let the hippogriff dildo fuck your hole wide as I eat.”

“Hngh!” Draco squeaked in surprise as the plug inside him grew a bit. I’ll stretch you a bit at a time while we wait. Aren’t I a kind Master?”

“Yesh Ma,” Draco cut himself off with another yelp as a welting hex fell on his thigh.

“No talking with your mouth full. You know the punishment for that, don’t you?”

Draco couldn’t help the sly smile and Harry smirked in kind. They both knew he hadn’t forgotten the rule.