moonlite_tryst | Between A Cock And A hard Place AWDT fic

Okay, so I missed the sign up for the great AWDT birthday fic exchange because I was sitting on my arse in Spain, but at

silentauror's request I wrote a sequel to Sometimes that fit the prompt.

Title: Between A Cock And A hard Place
Author:

lusiology
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 1546
Genre: Humour, PWP
Summary: Harry thinks that so far his fantsy is better than reality, or is it? Enter one wily Slytherin. The sequel to Sometimes.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Beta:

saladbats.
Prompt: Anything on the theme of birthdays or anniversaries.
Written for:

jamie2109 and

nocturnali’s AWDT.
A/N: Happy 1st Birthday

jamie2109 and

nocturnali. Long may this forum continue.

silentauror wanted a sequel so it's all her fault *points finger*.

Moving slowly back, Draco paused to look down at the sight of Harry: cheeks flushed, eyes closed with his mouth wrapped around the head of Draco’s hard cock. The combination of seeing Harry’s beautiful body spread before him on the desk naked, bound and completely at his mercy made him want to grab Harry’s tousled hair with both hands and thrust back into his mouth, and keep thrusting until he came, shooting down that welcoming throat. But no, he had a better idea, one that would double Harry's pleasure.

With a sigh Draco pulled out completely and knelt before Harry, gently lifting his chin so he could look into his eyes filled with desire, and just a hint of uncertainty.

“Draco?” Harry’s voice was husky and deep. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong, it’s just that I’ve decided to give you something early.”

Harry shifted a little in his bonds. “I thought you were giving me something,” he said, “and I was enjoying it, too.”

“But you’ll enjoy this more,” Draco replied. “I promise you”. He stood and walked past Harry, and out of the study.

“Draco?” Harry tried to look over his shoulder, but his bonds prevented him. “Draco! What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted after him, annoyance beginning to dissipate his feelings of intense arousal. A simple incantation was all it would take to snap the ties that were holding him in place so that he could find out what was going on, but that would be breaking their agreement, and there was no way he would be the first to do that. He would never hear the last of it, that's for sure. With a groan Harry moved again, trying to get comfortable. However, he soon found that having his limbs spread to four points of the compass across a desk was completely incompatable with the word 'comfort'.

“Oh… sweet Merlin.”

Draco was back.

“Do you have any idea how much I want to grab you and fuck you, hard, through that desk?” he said as he crossed the room.

“I thought that was the general idea,” Harry said, his growing discontentment evident.

“No, Harry,” Draco said patiently as though chastising a child for a simple misdemeanour. “The general idea is to punish you, which requires you to be teased and tormented until you are a quivering mass of begging and pleading just to be fucked.”

“Well I was getting there,” Harry sulked, “until you went walkabout.”

“And you will be there again,” Draco replied. He knelt on the floor in front of Harry, cupped his face with one hand and softly kissed him. “This will be worth the wait,” he whispered against Harry’s lips. “Trust me.”

Arousal once again surged through Harry, subduing his growing annoyance and his cock began to throb once more with want. “Please… Draco. I’m begging you now. Touch me. Don’t leave me like this.” He didn’t care how whiny he sounded; he just wanted… something... anything to take away the need he felt.

“Shhhh. Soon, Harry, soon. I have a present I want to give you. Technically it shouldn’t be until tomorrow but… look.” Draco held out his hand and Harry saw a palm sized red box.

Harry scowled. “What? How am I supposed to open it?” he snapped.

“You're not. You’re supposed to wear it,” Draco replied.

With that, Draco opened the box and held it close for Harry to see. Momentarily taken aback Harry gazed in silence at the silver ring sitting on black velvet in front of him. He could just make out faint runes engraved along the edges.

“Isn’t it a bit large for my finger?”

“It’s not for your finger, Harry. It’s for your cock. A cock ring to celebrate”.

Harry shook his head in an effort to focus on what Draco was saying, and not the feelings coursing through his body. “Celebrate? Celebrate what?”

“The end of our agreement…”

“You want to talk about our agreement?” Harry’s voice rose sharply, “Now? When I’m tied down and desperate!”

“If you’d stop interrupting me for a moment I could explain.”

Harry glowered. This was supposed to be fun. This was what he’d wanted for so long, but had never plucked up the courage to ask for until last week. Six months it had taken him. Six months of hints, because he was too embarrassed to say the words out loud. Six months to voice his desires, although he was certain Draco had an idea and had just wanted to see him blush and squirm as the words tumbled out, the bastard. Six months… Oh.

Draco watched realisation dawn on Harry’s face like sunrise filling the morning sky with light and smirked. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco cut him off. “That’s right, Harry. Tomorrow is the end of our agreement. Six months of living together without magic. Our anniversary if you will. So I bought you this ring to seal the beginning of our new pact – six months of living together completely immersed in magic. It has unusual qualities, to say the least, and I couldn’t let this opportunity pass you by. I’m sure you’ll forgive me for giving it to you a day early.”

Harry looked at the ring and frowned. “I hate to tell you this, Draco, but I think you’ve overestimated my size.”

Draco smiled indungently. “It’s spelled to fit you. So if you’re ready…” he trailed the back of his fingers across Harry’s cheek, gripped the back of his head and kissed him again, with considerably more force.

“I’m ready,” Harry said breathlessly, “I’ve never been so ready in my life.”

Draco smirked again, and crawled around to the front of the desk. He knelt between Harry’s legs and did his best to run his tongue up and down the underside of Harry’s prick, earning him a long throaty moan from the tethered man above him. He slid the silver ring up over Harry’s cock and murmured the incantation that would make it fit perfectly at the base. Draco slid back and rose in a fluid movement, returning to his position in front of Harry.

Once again he held his erect cock in front of Harry’s tempting mouth. Harry fixed Draco with an intense stare and slowly licked his lips in what he hoped was a lascivious manner and was gratified to hear Draco’s breath hitch. Good, he thought, let the git have a taste of his own medicine. Punishment was one thing, torture was something else entirely. So he did it again. Draco groaned and thought he might come there and then. He moved closer to Harry.

“Lick it.”

Harry’s pink tongue darted out and gently flicked across the slit of Draco’s cock. Draco resisted the urge to smirk as Harry’s eyes and mouth opened wide with shock at the sensation he had just felt across the end of his own cock.

“Oh, god.”

“Did you like that?” Draco asked. Harry stared wide-eyed at Draco as he nodded.

“Lick it again, harder.”

Harry tentatively licked the underside of Draco’s cock then let his tongue swirl around the head, before flicking it across the slit again, finally tasting his prize. He moaned with pleasure at the same time as Draco. It felt incredible! Harry’s balls tightened again and his breathing quickened; the ghostly sensation of his own tongue played with the end of his aching prick.

Threading his fingers once again through Harry’s thick dark hair on each side of his head, to gain extra purchase, Draco began to slowly move his hips back and forth.

“Suck me.”

Harry took a deep breath through his nose, closed his eyes and tightened his lips accordingly around Draco’s hard length, preparing to suck and felt the semblance of phantom lips wrapped around his own cock. Harry’s thighs were quivering, his heart rate increasing, his senses on overload: smelling, tasting, hearing and touching Draco, as the man in front of him thrust his hips forward and back again and again in a smooth motion, fucking Harry’s mouth slowly and deliberately.

Harry and Draco regularly performed mutual fellatio, but this... this was something else entirely. Knowing that he, Harry, was responsible for the dual sensations assaulting both his and Draco’s cock was incredibly erotic. Harry could feel the start of his orgasm building, so he increased the speed and friction on Draco’s cock, the way he himself liked it, and began to lift and pump his hips as best as he could against the front of the desk, only to find his prize taken away from him.

“What… What did you do that for?” Harry gasped.

“You’ll see. Or should I say you’ll feel,” came the enigmatic response

The study echoed to the sound of heavy breathing as Draco moved to the back of Harry and whispered two incantations. The first was the familiar lubricating spell, the second unknown. Draco parted Harry’s arse cheeks and positioned himself at Harry’s entrance, At last, Harry thought, about fucking time.

Draco held Harry’s hips firmly in place against the smooth edge of the desk, preventing him from moving further back to feel Draco’s hard cock pressing against his arse.

“Harry, you know the phrase ‘Go and fuck yourself’?

“Yes,” Harry whined in frustration, all the while trying to give Draco a hint to get a fucking move on by rocking his hips as best he could.

“Well, you’re about to.”

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