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The day hadn't started as too much.
Harry had woken up beside him, bed hair a mess and smile obnoxiously big. He'd do this thing where he'd watch Draco sleep and gently unfold the knots in his hair before getting up. Draco always pretended like he hated it. He'd curse Harry out for being weird, yet will the flush not to rise to his cheeks.
They both knew he liked it.
Breakfast had also been good. Harry had made fluffy pancakes, the kind accompanied by bacon, eggs, and way too much syrup. The kind they'd eaten when they went to America last year for silly diplomatic relations Draco couldn't care less about. The trip itself was amazing though, they'd gone from zip-lining in Costa Rica to visiting so many hiking trails it made Draco tan, which was insane because he never tanned. Nevertheless it was a good breakfast, and a good morning, and Draco felt rejuvenated and loved.
Harry had peppered him in soft kisses and silent praises from the moment he'd awoken, which made the blond feel much too full of himself and happy. The day was going well.
Then Draco had made the grave mistake of going to work.
St. Mungo's was a mess, there'd been a magical explosion in Diagon that morning which meant his work increased ten fold. The healers asked for prescriptions over and over, screams were heard down the halls as entire families were rushed in with floating gurneys. The sight of a little boy no older than 10 sobbing as his mother was rushed to surgery made the man's heart swell in agony and remorse.
But still, Draco could've tolerated it. His job was hard, demanding, but when operating in the field of medicine one simply had to grow accustom to difficult times. Malfoy stayed silent when healers insisted he prescribe medication he knew patients didn't need, and when he persistently explained how his qualifications did mean he knew what he was doing. Especially considering he was the head potions master at the hospital.
So it was rough, yes, but he was getting by and breathing through the worst of it. But then a father had come into his office while he was brewing, knocked over cauldrons and demanded Draco be switched out for another healer. Demanded his daughter receive alternative care. The man was burly and furious as he screeched in Malfoy's face, the look of disgust and sheer contempt evident as he continued to try and tear the room apart. But there was no alternative, because his daughter was in the line of fire, his daughter was missing limbs.
And not a single healer knew the mechanisms to brew a potion that allowed the broken brain cells in her head to self heal because he'd bloody invented the potion himself. Spent years perfecting it, testing it, dedicating himself to it. And her father had just knocked down the batch that would prevent his daughter from being brain dead. The healers could save her limbs all they wanted for merlin's sake, his daughter had gone far too long without oxygen and her brain was failing to keep up and it was up to Draco to save her and he couldn't because his potion-
Malfoy had screamed, which he hadn't done in years. Screamed at the mourning father that his arrogance would cost his daughter her life, that the potion took hours to brew, that his daughter didn't have hours. And the old grubby man who'd accused him of being a horrible death eater unworthy of repenting had broken down in his office and bloody begged him to save his child. So yeah, his day was too much.
He called down the healer trainee's to take him away and they did so with judgmental faces, unaware of what had taken place, and Draco had no energy to defend himself. Not when a child may never wake up. So he brewed the potion, approved prescriptions, and brewed more potions for other patients in critical condition. He simply hoped the child had healers constantly monitoring her and trying to minimize the damage enough for the potion to be effective.
Draco worked robotically, with a precision that made the healers wary when they came to receive their potions. He hardly made eye contact, nor acknowledged anything or anyone unless he was directly spoken to or tapped.
It was seven when the trauma patients had all been taken care of and nine when he'd finished the hefty amounts of paperwork he had.
The house was quiet when he entered, eerily so, as he peeled his coat and shoes off his body. He walked towards the bedroom, then the kitchen, then the office where he finally found Harry drowning in paperwork. Potter looked up, his eyes softening as they met gray ones.
"How was it?" He asked, and Draco just shook his head and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable. "Come." And Malfoy did, without question, without thought really. Potter had experienced some strange adulthood growth spurt that made them about the same height, but he still insisted Draco sit on his lap like he was shorter. It was warm though, and Potter smelled of cinnamon and broomstick oil and sunny days that felt like freedom.
Draco's head nuzzled into Potters shoulder, and Harry grinned as the tension in the other's body seeped away in calm waves. "Is it a terrorist attack or something? Why so much paperwork." Malfoy's voice did that thing where it got all soft and slightly high pitched when he felt comfortable, safe, and Harry's smile just widened. "You don't have clearance for that." Harry chuckled, using his left hand to undo Malfoy's too tight hair bun as he scribbled with his right.
"So yes?" Draco lifted his head, staring cheekily at Harry who just rolled his eyes and used his hand to guide Draco's head back into the crook of his neck. "Just be good okay?"
Malfoy hummed in response, he could do that, Harry kept playing with his hair. By eleven Potter had finished the seemingly unending amounts of paperwork because it was, in fact, a terrorist attack. One hosted by the rebel organization Harry had been insisting the ministry crack down on. The one deemed "not serious enough" for Auror intervention, and now the one that Harry had to deal with the backlash of. Like it wasn't preventable, like people hadn't died for nothing.
He used his wand to organize the mess of a desk he'd created and slipped his hands to Draco's back and under his bum to carry him to bed. It was certainly odd, carrying a grown man to bed. But it was another one of those things that Harry really liked and Draco pretended he hated.
•••
The next morning was thankfully slow. St. Mungo's had flown out a potions master from Sweden to do rotations with Malfoy. Meaning he'd have to go back to work tomorrow, but for today? There was a qualified individual who knew what she was doing.
Malfoy had complained throughout their entire morning routine. Going on and on about the healer shortage and how inadequate the ministry was. Stuff Harry agreed with but legally wasn't allowed to comment on, being the head Auror and all.
Potter had gone to the office at eight, he did the motions and hand picked Aurors qualified enough for a raid. He'd let Ron massage the tension out of his shoulders, and he briefly visited Luna after work for tea. The day was...less horrible then yesterday. Yes the higher ups still undermined his concerns and the trainee's still did awfully stupid things like forget protocol but it wasn't all bad.
Not until he got home at least.
He'd showered quickly, fed their beutiful white kneazle Opal, and walked towards Draco's favorite spot...the library. But Draco wasn't there, he was in their bedroom curled into a ball of blankets and trying to make himself disappear.
Potter frowned and pried the covers off. "Tell me." he hadn't meant to sound so demanding, he hadn't meant to shift the atmosphere. But he noticed the way Draco's teary eyes widened...like he was being ordered. "I- it..."
Malfoy looked scared and his lips began trembling. Quietly, he muttered a soft "dream" then "work" and Harry deduced that earlier he was more bothered by yesterday's events than he let on. Harry grabbed under Malfoy's shoulders and positioned him upright, wiping his tears. "Try a sentence this time." Harry tried his best to keep his voice even, like everything was fine and this wasn't breaking him inside.
"The father," Malfoy spoke more calmly this time, the surge of panic and emotions clearly lessening. "he acted like I was nothing. I've spent years repenting i'm still repenting Harry I-"
Malfoy hiccuped as another sob washed over him, he covered his mouth quickly, horrified. Because he never let himself cry like this, not in these scenarios, not when they weren't...
Potter remembered the day they'd first had sex, how Draco had given that sad petrified look once he realized the wrap on his dark mark wasn't there. When he realized Harry could see the bruising red gashes of cuts that'd disfigured the mark. They weren't scars made from anger, but desperation. Like maybe if he made it unrecognizable enough it'd cease to exist.
Harry had kissed every inch of his body that night. So he did it again. Wiped the tears, kissed his cheeks, told him he was worthy and important and oh so very good. And by the time Harry had finished Draco's eyes had began to fog over and he was on his knees begging to be useful. Begging to be worthy, and Harry knew this was an issue. Knew he should tell Draco he was worthy without being used, but his eyes grew glassy from the need of it and his hands were tugging Harry's trousers...
And who was Potter to deny him anyways?
"How do you want it."
Draco blinked slowly at the question, cheek falling to lay on Harry's thigh and mouth slowly opening. Harry shivered "No, words."
"Make me." Malfoy grinned. Any other person would've thought Draco was challenging him, acting out. But there was no retaliation to this, just need. So Harry grabbed the black leather collar from their nightstand and relished in how happy Draco looked to have it on.
He accio'd water, cough drops, and placed a plush pillow under the blond's legs. Merlin Draco was already slipping down into that sweet head of his, breathing slow and deliberate. "Open up for me love." And Draco did.
Potters cock slipped into his mouth slowly and Draco sucked like a pacifier, always had. His cheeks flushed and puffed up as he sucked and his eyes fluttered closed. Harry couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was, this was never really sexual, not for Draco. He'd take Harry's cock even when he wasn't in the mood, just to have it there. Just to slowly suck until the tension left his muscles and he fell asleep with it. Leaving Harry pent up and on edge until he could finally relieve himself. This time was similar. Draco was half hard, but not aching with it the way Harry was. Not yet at least.
Potter shuttered when Draco pushed forward, one eye slightly squinting more than the other as he fought his gag reflex...and failed. Harry bit his lip as Malfoy sputtered and unintentionally swallowed as he forced himself down. And merlin he loved it, loved how lewd it was. Loved how Draco's hands trembled on Harry's hips as he willed himself to take more, wills his throat to open even wider despite the struggle. "Good job Draco, you're doing so well." Harry was hot and panting and far too riled up. Petting Draco's long silky hair to just give himself something to do that wasn't bucking his hips, not yet.
Draco kept sucking, tongue swirling and pressing against the tip, humming softly when he bobbed his head and took more in. Harry wasn't small, not by a mile, so really Draco couldn't take it all in like he wanted. Thus, when he'd enjoyed himself enough and his cock began to swell, he looked up at Harry with expectant eyes. Potter swallowed.
"You tap when it's too much, okay love?" Malfoy hummed slowly and closed his eyes, opening up his throat and clenching Harry's hips like a lifeline. Harry took his time admiring that look of total submission before tangling both hands in Draco's long hair and pushing him forward. The response was immediate, tears brimmed Draco's eyes as Harry's cock forced itself down his throat. His hands shook and his throat reflexively tried swallowing around it, making Harry groan at the tightness.
Malfoy looked like he was in distress, his folded legs squirmed and the hands on Harry's hips were earnestly trying to push away.
But he hadn't tapped, and Harry noticed the growing wet spot on Malfoy's now fully hard cock. He pushed further, relishing in how harshly Draco choked around him. Soon the blonds nose was pressed against his pelvis and tears were streaming down his face in consistent thick droplets. "Shh you're being so good baby." Harry shivered at the feeling, loosening his grip on Draco's hair and replacing it with petting when the other stopped resisting.
Malfoy looked up, eyes and lashes wet with tears, cheeks flushed pink. "You're such a pretty boy." Potter whispered it more to himself, but Draco hummed in satisfaction, sending jolts of pleasure through Harry's body. Harry grabbed his lovers hair, then his jaw with his other hand, pulling Malfoy in to force him back down. The hand on Draco's jaw kept his mouth nice and open for him as he set a brutal pace. Ignoring the way Draco's hands trembled and pushed against him, trying to stop it all, trying to breathe.
The tears kept coming and they soon turned into sobs, Draco's whining sent continuous shivers to Harry's cock. "Don't cry baby, you're alright." His voice was calm as he spoke, finally letting Malfoy off to breathe with a pop. The blond hiccuped through sobs, coughing relentlessly. That's when Potter noticed that Draco had been grinding down into the pillow, which was now damp with slick. Merlin.
Malfoy used the back of his hands to wipe his tears. "You ready to take more?" Potter may have been too eager for it, too desperate for his lovers lips to return to being all stretched over him. But can you blame him? Draco nodded, scooting closer, breathing uneven as he tried to stabilize his crying. "Words baby." Potters hands found Malfoy's hair and jaw again, waiting for permission. "Yes please." His voice was raw and hoarse and so so hot.
Harry decided to grab the water, removing the lid and pressing it to Draco's lips. "Open, drink it slowly." And Draco did as told, falling deeper into his head where the only thing he could think of was being good and loved and worthy of it all.
"Good boy, tap when it's too much okay?" Potter made sure to say it again, because he'd quickly learned that Draco just wouldn't say anything. He'd just take it, and take it, and take it until his throat burned from the pain and Harry was satisfied. Harry had been horrified when Draco continued to cry after it all, when he clenched his throat in pain and his lips trembled as he asked if Harry had liked it...if he'd been good.
And of course Harry told him how good he was, but it had also terrified him to see Draco completely disregard himself for Harry's pleasure. So the safe word and the tapping was his lifeline in all this, his assurance that this was wanted, that even though Draco fought back he didn't really mean that Harry should stop. Potter put the water aside when Draco had shown he'd taken enough, because he was entering that mindset where he couldn't speak or make any decisions.
"Ready now?"
Malfoy opened his mouth expectantly and Harry just chuckled. A tight hand was weaved into Malfoy's hair, the other hand opening his jaw and pushing him all the way down. Harry sighed when Malfoy started his gagging fit. Potter set a pace more brutal than the last, pushing Draco out to the tip before slamming him back down again. His cock meanly pressed into Draco's throat, causing it to bulge out. Potter forced Draco's head all the way down, keeping it there as the hand on Draco's jaw went to massage and press on the bulge.
Malfoy thrashed, moaning in protests and pushing against Harry's force. Potter just moaned, feeling the rush of his orgasm taking over. He pulled Draco off to let him breathe, only for a second really, then slammed him back down as far as he could. Stroking Draco's hair as the blond sobbed on his cock. The orgasm was violent, and Draco had no choice but to take it all. He didn't even need to swallow, the spurts of thick come traveled down his throat forcefully, despite all the gagging and attempts to pull away. Each time Malfoy pulled even an inch off Harry's cock, the other would force him back down immediately, shushing him.
"You're such a good boy baby, you're doing so well for me." Potter sighed as the last waves of his orgasm settled down. Malfoy had stopped resisting by then, trembling hands falling to his side as he let his throat get used. Harry pulled off slowly and held the blonds jaw open, loving the way his come dripped down the corners of Draco's mouth. That's when Harry noticed it, Draco had come all over himself, the wetness was evident and messy and upon looking into his eyes Harry knew that Draco was deep in subspace now.
Merlin what would he do with this boy.
Harry pressed the water back to his lovers lips, making him drink the rest, then eat the cough drop. "You suck it, don't chew." Malfoy just blinked like he hadn't understood a word, but sucked nonetheless. Harry vanished the come from Draco's mouth that dripped to his neck and cleared the come from his trousers and pillow. By the time Harry had finished brushing Draco's hair--because the blond would kill him if he came back to it and saw the state it was in--the boy had finished his cough drop and opened his mouth earnestly.
Harry smiled, unable to resist, and guided Draco into bed to cuddle where he placed two fingers in Draco's mouth to suck. Fingers were never sexual, his cock could be taken any way depending on Draco's mood, but fingers? That was purely for comfort, and Potter loved how relaxed Draco would get when he had them. Harry wanted to take off the collar, knowing it probabaly wasn't the most comfortable thing to lay in. But the last time he'd done that when Draco was this far gone the blond had burst into tears, so he left it.
"Look at you, such an angel."
Draco whimpered, sucking harder and pressing his back further into Harry's chest. Potter gave loving kisses to the back of Draco's neck, patiently waiting for him to come back.
It took longer than it usually did, Draco just kept sucking and sucking and responding to all the praise with whimpers and hums. Finally, his eyes looked like they were a part of this world. He let go of Harry's fingers and turned around, staring into green eyes. Harry smiled his stupid smile.
"Hey baby." Draco grimaced at the pet name, voice still a bit raspy when he spoke "pancakes?"
Harry nodded. He'd make pancakes.
And he'd tell Draco how worthy he was as he made them.