Drarry Oneshots

Come on Baby

*SMUT WARNING*

Draco looked over Harry's flushed and spread body with a predatory smile. Harry's hands were bound behind his back, as he lay on his stomach, a few pillows propping up his hips. He'd already been teased into tears, and was currently pressing his face into the sheets, recovering from the devastating orgasm Draco had nearly allowed him to have.

"Draco- come on, please- I nearly, nearly- please, Draco, I was so close," Harry pleaded into the bed, thighs trembling, "P-please please please."

"Shh love, it's okay," cooed Draco, smoothing his hands over Harry's back and legs, "So good for me, so good, just a little longer."

Harry made a little sobbing noise into the blanket, accompanied by a tiny hiccup. Draco pressed a kiss to the light freckles on Harry's back, and sucked a red mark into his inner thigh. He soothed it with a soft kiss and listened to see if Harry had calmed.

His breaths were steadier, but there was still the occasional hitch.

"Harry," Draco hummed, "I'm going to spread these beautiful legs of yours and lick you until you cum. Can you do that for me?"

Harry let out a shuddering breath, and spread his legs in a silent answer.

"Good," breathed Draco, hot air ghosting over Harry's hole.

He leaned in and licked broad stripes over his entrance, listening to Harry's short, cut-off gasps and bitten-lipped whimpers. He pointed his tongue and traced him, before jabbing in, delighting in Harry's loud keen. Draco massaged his inner walls, in-between long stripes, as Harry quivered from that warm, delicious, pressure, devouring him from the inside out, leaving him breathless and sobbing.

He goes limp against the sheets when Draco begins to fuck him with his tongue, letting out high whines, whimpers.

"Draco, can I- please let me- I'm so close, please, Draco-" Harry sobbed into the blanket, unsure as to why he was asking, because he was going to come no matter what now- even if Draco told him no.

"Yes, of course, come on, you can do, good boy, cum for me love," Draco soothed, putting in a finger and hooking it up, right there-

And Harry came with a loud cry, eyes wide, and rippling around Draco's finger. Draco straightened his finger, and began pumping it gently, milking Harry into the point of oversensitivity, making him squirm and tense, hands clenching around nothing, desperately wanting to reach down and stop him.

"Draco," Harry said weakly, "Draco-"

"I know you can cum again for me," Draco said encouragingly, "So good. Let me fuck you."

Harry bit his lip, turning it an even darker shade of pink, clenching around Draco's fingers when he added another, moaning and biting the sheets, as his hands clenched and unclenched spasmodically, overwhelmed with so much pleasure it's on the edge of pain.

Draco added the third and final finger, pumping a few times before retracting his digits, pressing a kiss to Harry's lower back before coming up to engulf the smaller boy. His forearms rest around his head, as he slowly pushed into the tight heat.

"Draco," Harry said breathily, when Draco had stilled inside of him for too long, "Draco please, I've been good, Draco move, come on-"

"Shh," Draco hushed into his hair, sliding out slowly, and pushing in even slower, "It's okay, you've been so good, just a little longer, okay sweetheart? It's alright love."

A sob bubbled up in Harry's throat as Draco continued the slow pace, maddeningly sliding over his prostate, again and again, enough to get Harry to the edge, but not enough to push him over.

"Draco, I want to-" Harry's voice broke as Draco brushed over his prostate, "I want to cum."

Draco sped up, feeling Harry's thighs quiver and body shake, "Okay, you come cum now, you were so good for waiting, good boy-"

Harry let out a sob, babbling a little as his mind unravelled, vision whiting out in pleasure. His cock spurted a little more come, and he rippled around Draco, bringing him to the edge as well.

Draco let out a groan in Harry's shoulder, painting his insides white, before pulling out and Vanishing the mess and Harry's bindings. Harry relaxed into the clean sheets, and snuggled into Draco when he collapsed next to him, face in his neck.

"That was nice," said Harry hoarsely, "Please tell we're going to do that again."

"Certainly, love," Draco smirked, amused, "Anytime."