Pretty Thing

Draco woke to a rare and welcome sensation. Harry’s tongue was being dragged from base to tip of his cock before Harry took Draco in his mouth right to the base. Draco moaned, back arching in his straight jacket as he sleepily fought to crack one eye open. Turned out this was a useless move, as he’d been blindfolded. The panel gag pressed his tongue, so he could do no more than moan as Harry worked him wordlessly.

Cold fingers penetrated him from behind, and his toes curled as he suppressed a shiver. The signal he was about to come while bound and gagged was three quick grunts repeated with a space. He tried to give it through desperate, sleepy moans, and Harry kept going, sending Draco right over the edge.

Draco’s groan was muffled by the gag, and so was the scream as Harry kept going, sucking hard and tugging at his rim. Draco bucked, instinctively trying to escape, and Harry gagged as Draco accidentally forced himself to the back of Harry’s throat.

Still, he didn’t relent, removing his fingers from Draco’s anus to drag blunt nails hard down both thighs. Draco twisted, shaking his head. It was too much. Were he able, he would have begged Harry to stop.

Only when Draco’s trembling subsided into shivers, his groaning to moans again, and he started to harden did Harry pull off him with a wet pop.

Harry got up and left him, panting and wanting. Draco heard the shower running, and could only lie there, willing his erection to flag sooner rather than later. It didn’t though, as he lay in the dark, imagining all Harry may have planned for that day. They were barely halfway into their vacation, and there were still plenty of items Harry brought with them that they had yet to use.

Harry returned, and said, “Good morning, my cute little slave.”

“Hm,” Draco hummed, since he was still gagged.

A finger trailed lazily up Draco’s cock, and he let his legs fall wide to give his Master access. Whether to hurt Draco, or use him, or give him pleasure, Draco didn’t care. Harry chuckled, and said, “Good boy.” He plugged Draco again.

Then he hooked a finger into Draco’s collar and pulled him into a sitting position.The plug in his arse dug into him and he exhaled a slow breath, rolling his hips.

Harry released the straight jacket and removed the blindfold. Draco blinked up at Harry, still gagged. Harry was damp from the shower, sporting muggle sweat pants and nothing else as he clipped the lead to Draco’s collar.

Draco tore his eyes from the beautiful planes of Harry’s tanned abdomen, and dutifully crawled out to the kitchen and his food bowl. Once Harry removed the gag and gave permission, he ate from his bowl and lapped up water with his potion. He blushed as he did so because for some reason, Harry held onto his leash and watched him eat today rather than going to sit and enjoy his own meal.

When Draco finished, Harry replaced his gag, then unclipped the lead and said, “I’ve got a present for you. It’s sitting on the table in the living room if you want to go open it.” He stroked Draco’s hair, letting his hand trail down Draco’s back, bruised backside, and thighs.

Draco let out a soft moan at the dull ache, and Harry smiled, patting Draco’s tender arse. “Go on.”

He then stood, and began making his own breakfast. Understanding himself to be dismissed, but unsure if he had permission to walk, Draco crawled over to the living room where he indeed found a wrapped package on the table.

He sat to open it, holding it clear of any drool that may escape the panel gag. His eyes widened, and he was suddenly annoyed Harry had gagged him, since it meant he couldn’t rush over to thank him.

He’d been waiting for this book for months! But he was sure it wasn’t supposed to be released for another week or so. How had Harry…

Well, that was a silly question. Harry was Harry. He hardly ever used his name to get special treatment, though, so the fact he would do this for Draco was beyond touching. He wished he could tell Harry how much he loved him right now.

He glanced over his shoulder. Surely if he was allowed to open it, he was allowed to read it? He moved to the sofa, lounging as he usually did at home and opened to the first chapter.

Harry entered the room a half hour or so later, and sat in the armchair beside Draco with his own book. Draco reached out with a hand, and when Harry took it, Draco squeezed, hoping his smile reached his eyes.

Harry smiled back, leaning forward to kiss Draco’s hand as he said, “I’m glad you like it.”

Draco and Harry both settled into their books, enjoying their quiet morning. Around lunch though, Draco was starting to squirm as he the plug in his arse started pulsing ever so slightly. He still ached from the fisting, so every movement felt like Harry thrusting in slightly.

At nearly the stroke of noon, Harry snapped his book shut, and stood. He straddled Draco’s torso, marking Draco’s page before pulling the book from his hands and setting it aside. “Hands behind your head.”

Draco complied, and felt his wrists secured to his collar. The gag was removed and Harry pressed his cock in immediately, paying Draco’s convulsing and gagging no mind except to moan out his pleasure at the sensation.

Harry usually removed Draco’s gag reflex, but had only done so once so far on this trip. It occurred to Draco he was being trained to endure or fight it back himself. So he tried to stick out his tongue as far as it would go, and opened wide so Harry could have easier access. Still, tears escaped down both cheeks and he squirmed and twitched below Harry.

“I was going to give you the day off today,” Harry said. “But I really couldn’t help myself. You’re so tempting, you know that? A true slut that can’t help beg for it even just sitting there. And I love your thighs all black and blue for me. Marked up for me. It makes me want to brand you, so no one else can have you.

Draco moaned, agreeing mentally with everything Harry said. Draco was a slut, Harry’s willing slave, and he loved being owned and marked by Harry. That was why he’d been asking for a collar to wear 24/7. He wanted to live for, to serve Harry 24/7.

Harry came, pressing into Draco’s throat with a grunt and Draco gagged as he felt the hot semen spill down his throat. Harry pressed in a moment longer, until Draco’s body convulsed again as it fought for air.

Then he pulled out, a thread of semen and saliva connecting Draco’s lips to Harry’s cock for a second before up broke.

Draco looked up at Harry, lightheaded and hard himself, Harry slid down to press his clothed body to Draco’s naked one, ignoring the erection pressed between them as he kissed Draco’s wide, sloppy mouth. Draco moaned, itching to embrace Harry back, but unable due to his bound hands.

“Good boy,” Harry breathed into Draco’s neck before biting. “That’s a good cumrag. Swallow.”

Draco did, and opened his mouth again to prove it.

“Good boy,” Harry said again.

“Thank you, Master.” Draco said. “You taste so good, Master.”

“Hm,” Harry kissed Draco properly, and Draco knew better than to beg, but still involuntarily ground his hips forward into Harry’s abdomen. Harry allowed it.

When Harry next drew back for air, Draco gasped out, “ Move in with me.”

Harry froze, eyes widening as he drew back a bit. “What?”

“Move in with me, Harry. Or I’ll move in with you. Whichever.”

Harry stared for a moment longer before his face split into a wide grin, and he threw back his head with a laugh. “I was going to ask you after dinner. Oh well, I should’ve figured. My slave is so impatient sometimes.”

“Really?” Draco asked, his heart leaping.

“Really. I was going to give you the day to relax, then get you all dressed in nice ropes to take you out to dinner. Then I was gonna ask you.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “You can still do all that.”

“Oh, can I?”

“I’ll even pretend to be surprised.”

Harry chuckled, “Nah. I think I’ll just punish you for stealing my moment.”

“Wha-“

“No coming the rest of the night for you.”

“That’s not fai-“ Harry shoved a summoned ball gag in Draco’s mouth.

“Not fair? You know how much planning I put into this week just for you to steal my thunder?”

“Mn!” Draco shook his head, brow furrowing.

Harry smacked Draco’s thigh, then shoved Draco’s legs apart, so he could sit between them. One of Draco‘s legs up on the back of the sofa, and the other down on the floor. “Tell you what though, I’m gonna edge you till we need to leave for our reservation. If you can endure it, you get to come at midnight. If you come without permission, we are skipping the reservation. Then I’m gonna lock you in the humbler, and torture your balls til you pass out. Deal?”

Draco swallowed. He didn’t have to do it. The unspoken third option was to safe word out. But that wasn’t the game.

So he nodded, and Harry grinned.

Immediately, Draco knew he’d been had. He had agreed to wear the stray jacket to bed to avoid the humbler once. The look on Harry‘s face told Draco that he was 100% going to lose this game. The only question was how many times he would force Draco to come before locking up his balls.

He could only hope that Harry would offer some other deal in exchange for mercy. But even then, Draco was sure his Master would get his way in the end. Draco could never deny him anything.