Harry got home at 6:30 that evening, wanting to have enough time to get Orion fed and settled before meeting with Draco. He had stopped off at The Magical Menagerie and purchased a magically created cat treehouse. The tree itself was over a meter tall and the house was built throughout the branches. Harry had chosen one that was spelled to sway slightly as though a breeze was blowing gently through the branches. He'd also paid extra for a charmed waterfall to be added, and picked up a new litter box that had a built in vanishing charm. He had left the Menagerie with excitement at the idea of Orion falling more in love with him because of the gift.
As he stood in the living room, next to the untouched cat tree, and watched Orion frolick about in the giant box he'd brought it home in, he realized that two things-
1. He loved his cat.
2. His cat loved empty boxes that were far cheaper than magically created miniature tree houses, and didn’t require him to speak to any overly worked up fanboy sales clerks.
Harry sighed, gave the cat a fond smile, and decided to leave him to it. He wandered into the bedroom, thinking that he could spend a little extra time getting ready since he was currently covered in the packing shavings Orion had gleefully tossed around the room.
"Relax," the unmistakable Malfoy drawl filtered in through the bedroom wall.
Thump!
Harry's head snapped up so fast his neck twinged in protest. His heart started to pound in his chest. No, he thought, he can’t be with someone. He can’t be doing this to me.
He heard a whimper, a muffled petulant sound. Harry's magic started to whip about in his body and he took a deep breath to try and calm it, but the extra oxygen seemed to only fan the flame.
"How can you say that?" a new voice asked, sounding breathless.
Blaise! Harry thought, recognizing the voice. He stared at the wall in shock. How could he do this?
"It puts my livelihood hood at risk if I do this," Blaise said.
"He's a Gryffindor," Draco replied. "You can always appeal to his moral side if it comes to it."
Thump!
"You have to decide what's worth it Blaise," Draco replied.
Harry stared at the wall, his breathing coming hard and fast. He barely heard the next words.
"A great shag, or safety at work."
The sound of Blaise moaning brought forth so many mental images of him and Draco fucking that Harry thought he might truly lose his mind. His magic began to whip around the room, and even through the fog of thoughts, Harry closed his eyes, tried to relax, tried desperately to center.
"You're awfully pretty to not pick the shag, cherie." Draco sounded sweet and sincere.
Harry’s eyes snapped open at the words, glaring at the wall in front of him, which, promptly, vanished.
Harry stared at the two men in Draco’s room, taking in the scene.
Oh Merlin! I’m an idiot, he thought. There, on Draco’s bed were Draco and Blaise, lounging, fully clothed, a box of chocolate frogs being shared between them.
Both Slytherins turned to stare at the space where the wall had been, eyes wide and jaws dropped.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said, trying to focus. He could feel his magic pouring into the other room, pooling purposefully around Draco, who shuddered and let a pleased smile grow on his face.
“I thought-” Harry took a breath, “I didn’t mean to do that.”
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“Salzar! Harry,” Blaise said, awe evident in his breathless tone. “What happened? Did you think I was going to hurt my best friend?”
“No!” Harry could feel himself blushing, “I thought- you were talking about shagging!” he said, knowing he sounded ridiculously possessive.
Realization dawned in Blaise’s eyes, he stared at Harry for a moment, then turned the look on Draco, “I never thought I’d say this, but I think his jealousy rivals yours.”
Draco didn’t bother to look at his friend, his silver eyes were on Harry, glittering with affection, “Time to go play with your own Gryffindor, Blaise. Potter, put the wall back and come over here.”
“I have to shower,” Harry said, feeling wrong footed at how pleased Draco seemed. Both Slytherins laughed at him and left the room.
Harry was surprised to find it only took a bit of focus from him for the wall to come solidly back into place. He spun on his heel to the loo, eager to take the fastest shower of his life.
****
Harry closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of citrus and high-dollar cologne that he’d quickly come to associate with pure lust. Draco had shoved him to the bed and straddled him before Harry had even said hello. The blond was currently sitting atop him, his legs spread out to bracket Harry’s thighs, and pulling brightly colored rope from his bedside table.
Harry let his wrist relax in Draco’s hand, watching him closely as Draco made short work of tying him up.
“I have to say, I’m a bit surprised you didn’t use incarcerous,” Harry said, his voice catching as Draco pulled the rope through another loop, letting the nylon brush against Harry's skin in the process.
“Most of my clients are muggle,” Draco replied easily. Then he looked down to smirk at Harry, “Don’t let that make you jealous, I wouldn’t want you to vanish the bed.”
Harry hoped he wasn’t blushing, but between the comment and his current state of being tied up! he knew it was a futile hope. He let his mind wander as the rope was moved, and the other end securely tied to Draco's headboard.
Anticipation. Excitement. Freedom. His breathing picked up as he tugged on the rope, testing the way it tightened against his wrists.
When Draco was finished he leaned back, letting his ass sit perfectly atop Harry’s throbbing erection. “All right Potter,” Draco said, pulling out his wand, “do you trust me?”
Harry raised an eyebrow, “I’m letting you tie me up.”
Draco let the tip of his wand travel slowly down his chest, snagging purposefully on the buttons as it went. “You’re a very powerful wizard,” he said softly, “and we both know that you could get out of these ropes if you wanted.” He rolled his hips against Harry’s erection, eliciting a whine from the man under him.
Harry briefly worried that the tight jeans his cock was trapped in would split at the seam if he got any harder. He bucked his hips up, seeking more friction.
"Harry," Draco said, causing Harry's eyes to snap open, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Draco."
Draco whispered a spell, "Mollis diffindo." The tip of his wand lit up and, as he moved it against Harry's shirt, cut through the fabric. As the shirt fell away, Draco leaned down to kiss and bite at Harry's freshly exposed skin, and rolled his hips again and again until Harry thought he would surely come in his pants.
When the shirt was shredded Draco moved off of him and used Evanesco to vanish Harry's denims. Then, recasting, he used the tip of his wand to trace the line of Harry's erection. The fabric of his pants fell off, leaving his cock exposed. Draco hovered over him for a moment, just looking.
"Merlin," Draco said before his tongue licked up Harry's shaft.
Harry's body jerked and he whined, pulling his wrists against the rope, " nnng- please," he whispered.
Draco sucked lovingly on Harry's shaft, careful not to swallow the head of his cock. Then, as quickly as he started, he pulled off and set his wand down. He looked over Harry, assessing his work, and flashed a predatory smile.
Harry watched him, desperate for Draco to come back, to touch him somewhere. Anywhere.
"What do you want?" Draco asked.
"You," Harry said, immediately.
Draco bit his lip and briefly turned away, seeming to regain composure. "What do you want right now, Harry?"
Harry took a deep breath and focused, letting his magic ebb out gently, and vanished Draco's clothes without a word. Draco, standing at the foot of the bed completely naked, cocked an eyebrow at him, and Harry couldn't help but smile.
"I should punish you severely for that," Draco said. "However," here he looked pointedly down at his own cock, which was standing at attention and dripping a bead of precum onto the carpet, "I don't want to punish myself by making you wait."
Harry's smile grew, and he bucked his hips invitingly, hoping Draco would give in to his baser instincts.
Draco slid over his body again, and the skin to skin contact sent pleasure spreading through Harry's entire body. It was almost too much, too intense.
Draco braced himself above Harry on his elbows and kissed him eagerly. "Have you been with a man?" he asked.
Harry nipped at Draco's bottom lip before answering, pleading, "I want to bottom," and felt the way Draco's body shivered at the words.
Draco hummed, "My pleasure," he said, pushing his own erection against Harry's, and again Harry feared he might come before they started.
"Please. I can't-"
"Say it again," he whispered, sounding just as desperate as Harry felt.
Harry swallowed, his breath catching again and again as Draco kissed and sucked his neck. He tugged at the rope, the tight pressure around his wrists somehow giving him permission to submit, and said, "Please, Draco. Please fuck me."