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Draco apparated onto the front porch, pushed open the front door and toed off his shoes. He patted the breast pocket of his suit jacket to check, for the last of many times today, that the small wrapped package was still safely on his person. It was. He smiled to himself, picturing Harry’s face after he opened it.
“I’m home, my love,” he called in the direction of the kitchen, unbuckling his wand holster. The house was oddly quiet considering he knew Harry had taken the day off work to lounge about for his birthday. He made his way into their bedroom to change and froze. The birthday boy himself lay atop their bed, completely naked but for Draco’s old Slytherin tie knotted loosely around his neck.
“Why, hello,” Draco all but purred. “There you are. Where did you even find that?” Harry just grinned at him.
Draco quickly slipped out of his jacket, laying it over a nearby chair along with his wand. He stopped himself from brushing his hand over the breast pocket again. Instead he pulled another small box from the hip pocket, setting it on the corner of the bed.
“I’ve a little something for you for now, and something to give you later as well.”
“Oh, so it’s a bit like edging but with prezzies?” Harry joked.
“Well, funny you should mention edging, darling. Open the box.” Draco smirked at him and pushed the gift closer with one finger.
“Bring it here, would you?” Harry asked. “I’d have a bit of trouble getting up right now.” He let his legs fall apart, giving Draco a glimpse of the red-jeweled butt plug set within Harry’s cheeks. Draco felt the sight go straight to his dick.
“Merlin, look at you. You’d think it was my birthday.” Draco couldn’t stop staring.
“Yeah, well. As I gave it to you for yours, seemed only fitting I’d wear it for you for mine.” Harry looked very pleased with himself. That made two of them.
Draco plucked up the wrapped box as he stalked to Harry’s side. He presented it to him on an outstretched palm.
“Happy birthday, Harry.”
Harry pulled the top off and looked inside. A grin eased over his face as one eyebrow rose. Within the tissue paper sat a black silicone cock ring shaped like an infinity symbol.
“You had mentioned you were interested in adding a little play,” Draco said, praying this went how he hoped it would. “I thought you might enjoy giving it a go today, to celebrate.”
“Put it on for me?” Harry’s voice was low, almost a growl.
“The point will be to keep you from coming until I say you can. It should heighten it for you, the orgasm should be incredible once you finally come. Are you interested in this?”
“Gods, yes. ”
“In case it gets to be too much, let’s choose a safe word,” Draco suggested. “Do you have one in mind?”
“Godric.”
“...Of course it is.” Draco shook his head, exasperated and fond. Harry grinned cheekily.
Draco reached into the box, and then reached between his lover’s legs. Harry’s cock was already filling as Draco tucked his heavy balls into one side of the figure eight, then his thickening cock into the other. A soft caress over the tip had Harry shuddering and rising to full mast.
Draco unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up each arm to the elbow. It had taken time, but after so long together he was more than comfortable putting his faded dark mark on display. He laid himself between Harry’s spread legs, lowering his mouth to lick the very tip of Harry’s cock, blowing lightly on it. Harry squirmed and made to run his fingers through Draco’s hair.
“Ah, why don’t we make this a little more interesting?” Draco palmed Harry’s wand from the bedside table. He could have fetched his own, but there was something so intimate about using one another’s wands, especially in the bedroom. A wave had the tie around Harry's neck unknotting and splitting in two, the silken halves winding around his wrists to fasten loosely against the spindles of the headboard. Harry shivered with anticipation.
“Fuck, Draco.” He looked impressed. Draco felt pretty impressed with himself as well.
“Is this okay?”
Harry nodded enthusiastically. “More than okay.”
“If you change your mind, at any time, just say the word.” Draco refrained from rolling his eyes at Harry’s cheeky choice of safe word. This was serious, after all. Even if Harry treated it like a joke. He wanted to take care of him, to make it so good for him.
Once Harry was sufficiently trussed up, Draco set aside Harry’s wand and leant in to kiss his boyfriend. He ran his tongue over the seam of Harry’s lips, smiling as Harry parted for him eagerly. He nipped quickly at Harry’s plush bottom lip, then licked it all better.
Draco swept open-mouthed kisses over Harry’s jaw, his chin; stopped to suck at his neck, to gently bite the tender spot where his neck met his shoulder.
Draco kissed Harry’s outstretched bicep, nosed into his underarm to breathe in his scent. He pressed a kiss to his pectoral, dragged his wet tongue over the underside of the broad muscle to Harry’s nipple, laving at it once he found it. As he clamped his teeth lightly around the peaked little bud, Harry whimpered.
“Draco.”
Draco raised his gaze to meet Harry’s, took in the stunning green sliver of iris around the blown-out pupils. “I love you,” he said quietly.
“I love you too. Now can you get on with it?” Harry pumped up his hips a few times suggestively, grinning.
“That’s… literally not the point of what I’m doing here,” he said slowly. “You bloody impatient Gryffindor.”
Draco went back to sucking on Harry’s nipples until he was writhing, pulling each one into his mouth and then popping off with a wet sound, just this side of pain. He hoped he was leaving marks all over Harry’s bronze flesh, claiming him. Mine. Winding a moist trail of saliva through the soft fur of Harry’s chest hair, he trailed down, down, dipped the tip of his tongue into Harry’s navel, then dragged it along the line of ebony hair leading to his cock.
He gusted a hot breath over Harry’s cock without actually touching it. Harry bucked up, trying to get into his mouth. Draco licked him there once, twice, before moving down to tongue at one ball and then the other. He admired the angry red of Harry’s cock straining up at him, his plump sack. He settled himself between Harry’s legs, spent some time licking and sucking his balls into his mouth, before he took pity on his boyfriend and traced a damp stripe up the length of him.
“Fuck, finally,” Harry hissed. Draco took him into his mouth, chuckling, sucking hard and coming back up with a pop, just like he’d done to Harry’s nipples. He fell into a steady rhythm, hollowing his cheeks, relaxing his throat to take Harry deeper and deeper as Harry thrust up to meet him. Draco closed his eyes, savoring the musky scent of him, the salty taste, the firm flesh. He listened to Harry’s gasps, gauged when he seemed close, and then popped off with another smack.
“Damnit!” Harry cried, clenching his fists, wrists pulling at his bonds.
“Patience, love. I promise I’ll be good to you. So good to you.” Draco blew gently on his tip, scratched his nails lightly down the shaft, cupped the full balls in one hand, squeezed, tugged.
“Yessssss,” Harry moaned.
“Let me check out my gift,” Draco said. “I can’t believe you haven’t worn this for me yet.” He edged his shoulders to either side, pushing Harry’s thighs farther apart. Stroking Harry’s balls, he lifted them to further bare between Harry’s legs. “Oh, I like, very much.”
Draco traced the taut muscle of Harry’s rim, encircling the silver metal of the plug that Harry had indeed gifted Draco for his birthday the previous month. A fat red stone topped it. Bloody Gryffindor indeed. But Draco minded not a bit as he flicked out his tongue to taste where skin met metal. Harry shuddered, tipped his pelvis to offer himself up fully to Draco’s ministrations.
“It’s a shame, but I really think I must remove this,” Draco declared with a wicked smile. He stroked the flesh there once more, then dug the pad of his finger carefully beneath the metal lip and tugged it out of Harry’s arse. Harry sucked in a breath at the sensation, his beautiful body twitching.
Draco spread Harry’s cheeks wider apart, want slicing through him as he watched Harry’s entrance gape beneath his gaze. He chided himself to be patient as well. Settling down once more, he flicked a lick against the ring of muscle, then pushed his tongue in without warning.
“Fuck, Draco!” Harry’s hips stuttered, his stomach muscles contracting. Draco reached up to squeeze Harry’s cock as he began fucking him with his tongue. “Oh gods, yes!” Harry was thrashing his head back and forth now. Draco wished he could see his face. He worked him in tandem, pumping Harry’s cock in his fist as he speared his tongue inside him. Harry was once again whimpering, and just as Draco felt Harry start to shake, Draco stopped.
Harry’s whole body quivered, spasming. “Motherfucker!” Harry actually sounded kind of angry now. “Please Draco, please.” His voice broke on the last word.
“Patience, love. It will be worth it.”
Draco pushed himself up to standing, locked eyes with Harry, and moved to the buttons of his shirt. He slowly pushed each button through each hand-worked buttonhole, parted the tails and slipped the fabric off his shoulders. He loved being watched by Harry, expression dark, cheeks flushed. “I fucking hate you,” Harry groused, but he was smiling.
“You fucking love me,” Draco corrected. The button of his suit trousers came open next, the zip pulled down with aching slowness, until he could step out of them.
He tried to calm the subtle shaking in his hands. He was so turned on. This was going even better than he had dreamed it would. Though he hoped he was cool and collected on the outside, inside he was dying to give it to Harry the second he begged for it. How to slow this down even more? Ah, he had an idea.
Leaving on his dress socks and black boxer briefs, he made a show of smoothing the trouser legs as he laid them over the abandoned suit jacket on the chair. Angling his body to ensure Harry couldn’t see, his hand snaked into the inner coat pocket to remove the box that had been burning a hole there since the moment he’d picked it up from the jewellers.
He sauntered back to the bed. Gazed down at Harry’s sweaty face. Felt the love he held for this man swell within his heart.
“What?” Harry said. “What is it?”
“I have something for you.” Draco sank back down to his knees in front of Harry’s spread legs.
“It had better be an orgasm,” Harry quipped.
“We’ll get to that, I promise.” Draco swallowed nervously. “Harry…. The last five years together have been the best years of my life.”
“Um, yeah, same,” Harry said, a confused look sliding over his face.
“I was wondering…if you would like to make all the rest of our years together, well, the best years yet.” Draco raised his hand, snapped open the black jewelry box. Harry stared, slack jawed.
“…Draco?”
“I love you. I’ve loved you so well and for so long, as you know. I hope you know how very much I love you. Please, Harry. Will you do me the great honour of spending the rest of your life with me?”
Draco held up the small box so Harry could peer into it. Nestled into the swaths of tissue were two rings. One was a burnished band of goblin gold set with a fiery red ruby, the other a cool dwarvish silver topped with an emerald.
“Gods Draco, yes, yes!” Harry shouted. “Of course, yes.” Draco smiled then. He’d been sure of Harry’s love for him, but hearing his affirmation touched the tiny secret place inside him that still didn’t feel worthy of Harry James Potter.
“Thank the gods,” he said simply, surging forward to fuse their mouths together.
“Now can I please fucking come?” Harry ground out the moment they broke apart. Draco laughed, full up with joy. He quickly set down the ring box and removed his pants, leaving the socks and sock garters on. He remembered Harry telling him it was strangely hot the last time he did so. He couldn’t guess why, but who was he to deny Harry anything, especially when he’d already been waiting so long.
Draco lay his long body over Harry’s, kissing him slowly, rubbing his thickening cock against Harry’s still firm and leaking one.
Harry hissed. “Sensitive,” he bit out.
Draco gave him one last kiss, then took up Harry’s wand again. He waved a spell to gently remove the ring from around Harry’s straining cock and balls, then muttered a quick lubrication spell. Warmth flooded into his hand and he slid two fingers into Harry, beginning to work him open.
“I don’t need it,” Harry growled. “Please Draco, just, please.” Draco chuckled again and pumped his slick hand over his own cock a few times to lube himself, then lined up and sunk into Harry. He was right. Harry was so ready for him.
Harry keened, low in his throat. Draco hooked Harry’s legs over his shoulders, almost bending him in half. He drew out until he’d slipped nearly all the way out of him, then surged back in. Fuck, he felt so good.
If Draco was honest, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last. He wanted to take his time, but teasing Harry like this had brought him close to the edge himself.
He braced against Harry’s spread thighs and started to fuck him in earnest, hips snapping forward, angling to hit Harry’s gland again and again. Harry moaned, shuddering beneath him.
“That’s it, love. Come for me,” Draco whispered against his mouth.
Harry sobbed and kissed him. He seemed completely beyond words as he was finally granted permission for release. Spread feet flexing in the air, he tensed a final time and began chanting Draco’s name, over and over and over, until he was sagging against the bed, tears leaking down his face.
Draco didn’t last after that. Harry’s body clamped tight around Draco’s cock as he came, and Draco followed him, right over the edge.