Release
My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was bruising my rib cage as Draco locked the door of his Prefect dormitory, the soft click of the lock feeling like a clap of thunder once it slid into place. His room was...well, the only word I could think of was elegant as I took in my surroundings. It was almost as large as my shared dormitory, which only bothered me a little bit as I realized what the privacy truly meant.
His four-poster bed had an emerald green comforter and more ivory pillows than I could count. The bedside table next to it was a dark wood, with a stack of books and two of his silver rings lying beside them. There was an armoire made of the same dark wood that I knew was full of only the most expensive and well-tailored clothing that was pushed up against the wall opposite his bed.
There was a large window on one of the walls that looked out into the Black Lake, casting shimmering shadows as the water swirled and the plants and creatures that lived within swam around. The glass was slightly frosted to offer privacy to the room’s inhabitants, which I was rather thankful for in that particular moment. Draco even had his own bathroom, and from what I could see, it was all white porcelain and black and green towels.
Draco noticed me admiring his room, causing his lips to tug up in a small smirk. “I know, it’s nice. I had to put up with Crabbe and Goyle’s shit for the first few months of the year since there was something wrong with the plumbing in the shower. Soaked the carpet every time someone tried to take a shower.”
I couldn’t help the way my face furrowed as he spoke. Was Draco really talking about his shower right now? Call me crazy, but that topic didn’t really seem to fit the mood or the way my hands were itching to touch him again.
“You know, I was always just so curious about the history of your bathroom’s plumbing,” I joked, hoping my nerves weren’t showing through.
In the blink of an eye, Draco moved forward, grabbing my wrist and pulling me so he could crowd me up against the now-locked door. I felt my breath stick in my lungs for a moment as his eyes darkened, his hand pinning my wrist to the door beside my head.
“Are you ever not a sarcastic little shit?” Draco mused as he pressed me against the solid wood, one finger coming to rest under my chin to tilt my face up. His silver eyes glinted with something unnameable but so fucking intoxicating as he took in the way such a simple touch affected me so much.
I shook my head, the whisper of a grin starting to spread over my face until Draco slowly ground his hips into mine, making me let out a soft whimper as I felt him against me. A short, huff of a laugh came from Draco as I reacted, making a blush prick my cheeks.
“So cheeky,” Draco muttered, his mouth so close there was little room for even air between our lips as he spoke. “You’re always running this little mouth of yours,” he continued, brushing his thumb against my bottom lip lightly. “I can’t wait until all you can say is my name as I’m making you feel so fucking good you can barely even think.”
His words ignited that burning ache between my legs that was almost always at least a bit present whenever he was around, and I just wanted his mouth on mine, or his hands on me, or something. Something more than a faint brush of his hips against mine, something more than his thumb across my lip.
I was nervous; of course I was. I was nervous, but only because I’d never done this before, but not because it was Draco. I was worried that I might be terrible, but I wasn’t worried about Draco.
“You know, Elaine,” Draco said, snapping my attention back to him. “You really are pretty.”
Fuck. Those four words made my knees nearly give out and made the heat pooling between my legs so much worse. Pretty. Draco thought I was pretty.
Wonders really do never cease, do they?
I couldn’t help the way my eyelids fluttered, the way my hips twitched as he complimented me. Draco noticed- of course he did- but he didn’t say anything about it.
“You’re going to look even prettier when I’m buried deep inside of you.”
A soft breath left me as my mouth dropped open slightly in aroused shock. Never had someone said something so dirty, so fucking enticing to me. Draco smiled, a sultry, lust-filled look.
“Draco,” I breathed.
“Yes?’
“If you don’t kiss me right now, I’ll-”
I couldn’t even finish my threat as Draco’s mouth crashed into mine again with the same heat as before, but with a slower pace, making fiery want build in me. He was crushing my wrist against the door in a way that made the wood bite into my skin, but I hardly cared, especially when his other wrapped delicately around my neck, as if he were afraid I would break.
I wasn’t going to, and I needed him to treat me like I was unbreakable. I didn’t know how, I just knew that if he treated me so gently all throughout the night, I’d feel too fragile. Too frail.
And I didn’t want to feel breakable. I didn’t want to feel sweet, or soft, or shaky. There was something in me craving the toxicity that Draco provided. Something inside of me longed for the half-hearted insults, and the angry glares, and the way that Draco gave me shit because he knew I could handle it.
Taking my free hand, I covered his hand with mine, squeezing down to prompt him to put pressure on my throat. With a soft groan, Draco complied, granting me that deliciously dizzying feeling of pleasure as his fingertips dug into the sides of my throat.
My hips kicked, seeking friction as Draco’s lips were slotted between my own. God, they were warmer, softer, than I remembered. I was beginning to memorize the distinct taste of his mouth, the one that sent sparks dancing along my spine. I’d kissed a few people before him, but none of them had ever made me feel so insatiable, like I couldn’t ever get enough of the way his mouth moved against my own.
Draco let go of me to slip his hands to the backs of my thighs, gripping them tightly. With an effortless movement, he had me lifted off the ground, my legs coming to wrap around his waist. It reminded me of that time in the Room of Requirement, the first time that we had kissed.
It seemed like forever ago.
The new angle of my legs allowed Draco to slide his hips teasingly against mine, making sure I felt every damn inch of him. Draco’s mouth swallowed the breathy groan I emitted as he did. My noise seemed to encourage him and he repeated the motion, letting me feel just how much he was enjoying this. I found myself needing even more friction, but with my body practically pinned against the door, all I could do was endure the teasing drag of Draco’s body against my own.
That pulsating ache in my hips was starting to drive me crazy, so I tore my mouth away from Draco’s, causing his forehead to wrinkle almost imperceptibly.
With a shaky voice, I said, “Are we ever going to put that massive bed of yours to use?”
“I could just fuck you against the door,” Draco replied casually, as if we were discussing the weather. “You seem like the kind of girl who would like that.”
Bastard. Correct, but he’s still a bastard.
Trying not to gape at him, I rolled my eyes. “Ah, yes, every girl’s dream is to have her first time against a nice cold door.”
Draco bit his lip, as if trying to hide his amusement. “Next time, then,” he said, but the way his voice lilted made it sound more like a suggestion. His hands squeezed my thighs faintly.
An offer.
Next time. I hadn’t even done anything with Draco, and I was already anticipating the next time. He was already anticipating a next time. That idea made my head spin. Fuck, I was in deep, wasn’t I?
“Well, that depends on how this goes, doesn’t it?” I asked. Teased. “For all I know, you could be terrible in bed.”
With those eyes, with that smile, with the way his hips moved, there was no chance in hell I believed he was going to be anything other than amazing, but I couldn’t help myself; goading him was something I could never resist.
Draco’s eyes narrowed, and he pulled back from me, instantly making me miss the heat of his proximity. “Is that a challenge, Adler?”
“You talk big, Malfoy,” I replied, running a hand down his chest to splay over his abdomen. “I just want to see if you can back it up.”
Apparently, that was the perfect thing to say to egg Draco on, because he tore me away from the wall, carrying me towards the bed and tossing me down. I let out a quiet noise of surprise as I hit the bed, bouncing a bit with the impact. I propped myself up on my elbows, unabashedly taking in the beautiful blond boy standing in front of me.
Perhaps it was a trick of light, but a shimmer seemed to ripple over his arm where his sleeve was pushed up, like a spell was beginning to wear off. Draco noticed the concern that danced across my features, making him pause.
Walking to me, he stood over the bed, looking down at me. “Do you not want to do this?” He asked, and there was the faintest trace of worry, or maybe disappointment, that lined his words.
I shook my head. “No, I do. Believe me, I do,” I assured him, my eyes trailing down to where his white shirt had come untucked from his pants.
He nodded, looking pleased with my answer but trying hard not to show it.“I’m not going to be gentle, you know,” Draco informed me simply, his eyes raking over my figure. He lingered at my neck, at my chest and my thighs, making my heart jump excitedly. “I want to make you scream.”
I hated the way a blush crept up my neck at the promise in his words. I met his gaze, making sure that he saw the certainty and the lust in my eyes. “Good.”
At that, Draco bent down and delivered a kiss that left me breathless and panting before grabbing my thighs roughly and tugging me to the edge of the bed. I let out a soft shriek at the sudden movement, but I found I rather enjoyed the harsh way he moved me. With my legs dangling over the edge of the plush bed, Draco began trailing hot, slow kisses across my jaw and down my neck. Every time his teeth scraped my sensitive skin, my hips jumped in search of friction.
I was slightly embarrassed about how needy my body seemed to be, but it only spurred Draco on, causing him to bite down harder. His hands drew a slow, dancing pattern as he dragged them up my body, igniting heat low in my stomach. Once his mouth had reached the collar of my shirt, Draco’s hands began unbuttoning my shirt at a speed that nearly drove me insane. It seemed to take him forever to undo each button, and after each was completed, he would press a fiery kiss to the newest expanse of exposed skin.
He kissed down my body, down the valley formed by my chest, down the smooth area of my stomach, until my shirt was entirely unbuttoned. Using one of the undone sides, Draco tugged my torso up so that I was sitting, and shoved the fabric over my shoulders and down my arms, leaving me topless. He was kneeling in between my legs now, and even though the bed gave me a few inches of height over him, the power and dominance in his eyes made me feel small in the best way possible.
I noticed the way his eyes caught on the small, raised circles of scarring that dotted the tops of my arms and shoulders, and my gut twisted unpleasantly at the reminder of their existence. Draco’s face hardened for a moment, anger flashing in his silver eyes, before he moved down to my chest.
My bra was plain, merely a simple black, but from the look in Draco’s eyes, I would’ve thought he was looking at a priceless piece of art. I could see the way he followed the curve of my breasts, his erection twitching against the restraining material of his black pants.
“Shit,” he breathed, bringing up a finger to trace over the swell of my chest and down to my cleavage.
My breath hitched in response. I’d never been incredibly pleased with the size of my chest, but the way that Draco was acting made me feel ridiculous for ever being ashamed of it. With an experienced touch, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra.
The second it was off, his mouth was attacking the tender skin of my breasts, sucking rough bruises onto the unmarred skin. I let out a gasp as I felt the warmth of his lips against my nipple, but when he tugged it suddenly with his teeth, the sound that came from me was near pornographic.
Draco continued to leave spots of red and purple across my chest as his hand slipped under the hem of my skirt, making me jump at the cold touch.
Sliding his hand up further to brush the hem of my underwear, Draco looked up at me, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Can’t believe Saint Potter is the only person who’s ever touched you like this,” Draco drawled, toying with the lace fabric. “Did you moan for him, Elaine? Did he make you feel good?”
I bit my lower lip at his teasing touch, suddenly incredibly aware of just how damp I was becoming. A sharp, short pain erupted in my leg as Draco brought his hand down, slapping my thigh not quite hard enough to really hurt, but enough that it made me gasp.
“I asked you a question,” Draco growled.
“Yes,” I stuttered as he returned to my underwear, but this time, he slipped under the hem, moving down to touch the center of pleasure at the apex of my hips. I whined quietly, the icy temperature of Draco’s fingers a shock against the warmth between my thighs. “I d-did. He did,” I told Draco as he started rubbing painfully slow circles.
“Oh,” Draco smirked, forgetting about his previous inquiry. “You liked that, didn’t you? You like when I hit you.”
He lifted his hand, repeating the slap. My hips bucked this time, arousal pooling onto my underwear, surprising even myself. Another slap, even harder this time, prompting me to answer.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling the stinging heat radiating through my leg and up to my hips, making me drip. “Shit, why-”
Another slap, combined with his circling touch between my legs had me whining. “Because, Elaine, you like when I hurt you. Why the hell do you think you like me at all?” Draco said, making me bite the inside of my cheek as his statement rang true in my mind. “You like me hurting you, because you crave it, and I’m the only person you trust enough and hate enough to want it from.”
I could feel the skin on my thigh was starting to redden, and he was right, goddammit. Draco was always fucking right about me, wasn’t he? With another cocky smirk, Draco hit the sensitive skin of my thigh again, and increased his pace at the same time, making a gasping moan fall from my lips.
It felt good, god, it felt so good, but it wasn’t nearly enough to even begin to satiate the building ache that was burning inside me.
As if he could read my mind, he lowered his touch, pressing just inside of me as he said, “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t even be able to think about anything besides me inside of you.”
“Fuck,” I groaned as Draco entered me with two fingers.
Draco huffed a laugh at my reaction. “You’re already so wet, and I’ve barely done anything,” he mused, almost mocking me, but it was hard to care as I felt his fingers curl up and hit that sensitive bundle of nerves that I’d only heard about before. My mouth fell open in pleasure, my eyes squeezing shut as I felt his fingers work inside of me. “You got wet, this fucking wet, from me kissing you and hitting you,” Draco told me. “Doesn’t fucking surprise me, you know that? I knew you’d like that.”
“Is-isn’t that a good thing?” I panted as shocks of pleasure coursed through me.
I would’ve put good money on the fact that my words probably caused Draco to roll his eyes even though my own were shut. Without warning, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty in a way I’d never felt before. My eyes opened to see Draco standing up with an annoyed look on his face.
“You talk too fucking much,” he snapped. “Come here.”
I stood up, but a rough shove from Draco had me dropping to my knees in front of him. I winced at the impact, pain jarring my bones as I landed. As I looked up at him, Draco brought his hands down to undo his belt, which was now right in front of my face.
Anticipation coiled in my stomach as I realized what was about to happen. “I’ve never-”
“I don’t care,” Draco grunted as he pulled out his belt and tossed it on the bed. After undoing his zipper, he snagged a handful of my hair and yanked me closer, almost making me fall as I braced my hands on his thighs. “I want to see that pretty mouth of yours do something other than talk.”
Even as I felt disgruntled at his comment, I could feel that my body’s reaction was much more positive as lust hit me once more. “But I-”
“Merlin’s beard, Elaine,” Draco sighed. “Tap on my thigh twice if you need me to slow down, okay? It’s not fucking rocket science, or whatever Muggles say.”
Then, in a softer voice: “You’ll be okay.”
I nodded, and Draco pushed down his pants, letting his cock spring free. “Oh,” I whispered.
Christ, he was bigger than I thought. He was long, thick, in a way that made me worry that I might not be able to handle all of him. With a tentative hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, bringing my mouth to his tip and lightly licking the underside of his head.
It was a new taste, but it wasn’t a bad one. A bit salty, slightly heady, as I swirled my tongue in a messy circle around the tip of him, tasting the precum that was starting to bead up.
Draco sucked a breath through his teeth, making me lick another longer, broader stripe from where my hand was to the tip. Draco’s hips canted as I did, sliding just barely into my mouth before pulling back out again. It seemed like I was doing an alright job, so I wrapped my mouth around Draco, hollowing my cheeks in the way I’d heard Cho talk about right after she first got with Cedric.
Slowly, I lowered my head, feeling his length glide across my tongue until it hit the back of my throat. Draco let out a loud groan, tightening his grip on my hair and making me moan in return. Removing my hand, I looked up at Draco, his cock still between my lips. A silent invitation, one that I was praying he would take.
Draco pressed his hips forward, then pulled back out, testing my reaction. Once he saw that I could handle it, he began pumping in and out of my mouth, making me groan quietly. I’d heard girls complain about giving head, but the way that Draco’s cock filled my mouth, the way he leaned his head back in pleasure as he moved, had me wondering how anyone could hate this.
As he fucked my mouth, Draco grunted out, “Shit, Elaine. How does it feel to be on your knees for someone like me? For someone you used to, fuck, someone you used to hate?”
I moaned around his cock, earning another curse and another sharp thrust from Draco. I did used to hate him, didn’t I? But that fact had stopped bothering me the moment he’d kissed me tonight.
It had stopped...it had stopped the moment he’d given enough of a shit about me to ask about the black eye my father had given me.
The slick noises that came every time Draco moved had my cheeks burning slightly with embarrassment, but I couldn’t deny that I loved this. For some reason, I liked being on my knees for Draco, and I loved being the reason that his rosy mouth was dropped open in a continuous sigh of pleasure as he fucked my mouth.
His cock was hitting the back of my throat occasionally, making me gag slightly. Drool was starting to drip down my mouth and onto my chin, creating a rather messy, but strangely exhilarating feeling. There was something so fucking sinful about not even being able to really breathe as Draco used my mouth that was making my underwear wetter by the second.
“So good,” he panted. “Maybe I’ll just do this every time I want you to shut up. Maybe I’ll just pull you to a closet or a bathroom and just use your mouth until you shut up.”
Fuck. That idea made my thighs clench together as I thought about Draco dragging me off to use my mouth whenever he wanted.
My god, I thought. Even I didn’t know I was so into that.
With a shuddering groan, Draco pulled out of my mouth, my spit slightly dripping down my chin as he moved back. He looked down at me, his eyes heavy and his pupils blown with lust. “Get on the bed.”
Draco removed his pants, then his boxers, as I stood up shakily and sat back on the bed. Once his pants and shoes were kicked off, I laid back, admiring the way his lithe muscles shifted as he moved. Draco really was something out of a myth, with his white hair and silver eyes and that devilish grin that did very dirty, very hot things to me.
“Move back,” he told me, and I laid down in the middle of the bed, Draco getting on after me.
Kneeling once more between my legs, he grabbed the backs of my thighs just below my knees and brought my hips flush with his. Only my underwear separated us, and I reached down to take it off, but Draco captured both my wrists in a single hand and pinned my arms above my head.
The fact that Draco could restraint me so easily had me nearly drooling, but I wasn’t about to let him know that. I tried, albeit half-heartedly, to tug my wrists out of his grip, earning a growl and a sharp slap to the back of my leg.
I couldn’t hold back the breathy moan that burst from my mouth at the pain and Draco smirked at the noise. Grabbing his wand that was resting on his bedside table, he cast a contraceptive charm, making my abdomen grow hot for a moment before it faded. Tossing his wand aside, Draco looked at me hungrily as I lay beneath him.
“You wanted me to fuck you, to be your first time,” Draco said roughly, using his other hand to tear off my underwear, exposing my wetness. Lining up his cock, he pressed the first few inches of himself inside of me, making me gasp as he filled me, stretched me. “Then let me fucking doing it.”
“You wanted me to be your first, not fucking Potter, or anyone else,” Draco continued, slowly moving deeper. “Me. Even though you’ll likely regret this, won’t you?”
His cock was so big, making me feel so full in a way I’d never dreamed of. It hurt, but in the kind of way that sent tingles of pleasure shooting up my spine as he sunk into me inch by inch. “N-No,” I gasped. “I n-never regret you.” Because I didn’t. I didn’t regret a single damn thing I’d done with him this year.
At my words, Draco let out a shuddering moan and sunk into me entirely until our hips were pressed together. The sheer size of him had my lungs struggling for breath as my body adjusted, as his cock stretched me to the point that I was sure it would hurt to walk the next day.
“Bloody fucking hell,” Draco swore, looking down at where our bodies were joined, then up at my eyes, which were watering from the strange but incredibly wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain. “Can I..?”
I didn’t think I’d adjusted quite enough yet, but I couldn’t handle waiting anymore. With a terse nod from me, Draco lifted his hips from mine, then slammed back down in short, but deep, rough strokes that had me panting almost instantly. With every thrust, a choked moan left my mouth, until Draco wrapped his hand around my neck again, cutting off my noises.
“Fuck, Elaine,” Draco moaned. “So,” thrust, “Fucking,” thrust, “Tight,” thrust. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
Between his hand around my neck and his unforgiving pace, I wasn’t even sure what kinds of noises I was making, because the only thing that I could think about was Draco. Every movement sent sparks up my spine, sent bolts of pleasure racing through me, and all I could focus on was how fucking full I felt.
I raised both my legs so that my calves were resting on Draco’s pale shoulders, and I nearly cried out with ecstasy at the way Draco sunk so much further into me because of the new angle. A constant stream of curses was pouring from his mouth as he pumped his hips into mine. My own moans were a broken stream of pants and whines and gasps for breath as Draco let go of his tight grip on my throat every so often to grant me more air.
Draco’s other hand was clasped onto my thigh so tightly I was sure it was going to bruise, but I found myself wanting it to. I wanted some memory of this painted on my body, so that no matter how Draco treated me afterwards, I knew that it was real. That he had given me all of this.
As he pushed into me again, I let out a broken moan. “Fuck, Draco,” I groaned, my hands groping for purchase on his bed sheets.
Draco suddenly paused, making my face flush. “What did you just say?”
“D-Draco?” I repeated breathlessly. Shit, did he not want me to-
“Say it again,” Draco grunted as he resumed his movements.
As he hit the spot just inside me that caused fireworks to explode behind my eyelids, I moaned his name again, louder this time. “Draco.”
“I- fuck- I love the way you say my name,” Draco groaned. “Not my last name, but my name.”
A small part of my brain lit up at that confession, but I didn’t have to ability to internalize it as Draco continued to fuck me so hard I was genuinely seeing stars. I could feel my release building, soaring up like a rocket, and I hoped Draco was feeling the same.
Much shorter than I had thought I’d last, but god, it felt better than I could’ve ever imagined. Better than I had imagined, the few times that I’d let myself think about Draco that way. Suddenly, he released my throat and a quick pain lashed across my face. It took me a moment to understand that he had just slapped me, but once I did, I couldn’t stop myself from begging, “Again.”
Swearing, Draco drew his hand back and whipped across my face once more. It wasn’t the hardest he probably could’ve done it, but it was rough enough that it forced my head to the side as I groaned, my eyes rolling back with pleasure.
“You’re a damn whore, aren’t you?” Draco growled, and without thinking, I nodded quickly. “I hit you, and you beg for more like you’ll fucking die without out it. Like you’ll fucking die without me deep inside of you, huh?”
His pace was fast, punishing, making it hard to even form thoughts as his hips slapped so hard against mine it felt like they were going to bruise. Moving my legs down to wrap around his hips, Draco leaned over me, using his forearms to hold himself up as he kept up his pace.
“You fucking need me, don’t you? That’s why you never fucking stay away,” Draco rasped between gruff moans that had shivers running down my spine. “That’s why I can never fucking stay away,” he whispered as he dropped his head down onto my shoulder.
My hands came up from the sheets, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me. Accidentally, my nails scratched down his back, but Draco let out a moan so deep, so pleasured, that I did it once more. I wasn’t being careful; in fact, I was almost trying to cause him pain, and he seemed to love it. Draco’s hips began to stutter, his breath quickening as his release approached.
“Elaine, I’m going to-”
I wrapped my legs tight around his hips, drawing him in, his thrusts deep and long and hard. Draco let out a lengthy, growling moan as he came, his hips slowing only after he had emptied entirely into me. My own release plateaued as he pulled out, reminding me I hadn't finished. I was...okay, I was disappointed, but it wasn't the end of the world, right?
I wasn’t sure what made me wrap my legs around his hips like that, but as Draco sat up, his chest heaving, the look in his eyes was so fucking worth it. With a slight wince from both of us, Draco pulled out, leaving me feeling emptier than I ever thought was possible. His hair was curling on his forehead and around his neck because of his sweat, and his cheeks were flushed red with effort.
He looked...he looked beautiful.
Draco bit his lip as he looked between my legs, at where I could feel his come dripping out of me. My face heated with insane embarrassment, and I tried to close my legs, but Draco grabbed both of my thighs and forced them apart.
“Look at you, all fucking breathless with my come dripping out of you,” Draco said. “I bet you’re sore and sensitive now, aren’t you? Ready to recover and rest?”
As he spoke, he dipped two fingers back into me, making me hiss softly at the intrusion, because I was.
With a faint curl of his lips, Draco lowered himself down onto his stomach. “Too bad we’re not done yet.”