Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 50 - Limits, Part 2

50 – Limits, Part 2

Published: 6/14/19

Updated: 6/16/19 for minor spelling/grammar edits

Harry's heart was nearly exploding, as he climbed into the bed. Draco was speaking, which was already cause for celebration, but he was... wanting more. Harry was shaking with the possibilities, but took every movement slowly. He didn't want to scare Draco when he was making such strides.

"Come here," Draco said, patting the spot by the pillows, piled up against the headboard.

Harry did as he said and sat up against the headboard, leaning into Draco's green silk pillows. Draco sat on his lap, his knees up against the sides of his hip, nothing but their boxers separating their erect cocks.

"Can we try... things?" he asked, quietly.

"We can try anything, Draco," Harry said, eagerly. "I want to be with you, however you want me."

Draco didn't waste any more time and went for Harry's neck. The sweet spot that made Harry's insides turn to jelly and blood race south. He moaned as Draco's soft lips, sucked on his neck roughly, definitely leaving marks all over.

"Draco..." he purred, basking in Draco's grip.

Merlin, it felt so good. Harry didn't know where to put his arms. He wanted to touch Draco, so badly that it hurt, but it wasn't allowed. His hands gripped Draco's blankets as a way to anchor himself as Draco lapped at his Adam's apple. He nearly bucked when Draco switched to his mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out, meeting Harry's. They were both gasping for air by the time Draco finished. Then he kissed his neck softer and took ahold of Harry's wrists. He lifted both his arms over his head. Harry didn't resist, enjoying Draco's hands on him, commanding his moves.

Draco brought them to the headboard, elongating Harry's abdomen, stretching his muscles. Harry enjoyed the feeling, especially as Draco was still pressing his lips to his skin. Harry let out another groan, enjoying every second, but heard the clicks of metal on metal, before he felt the cold steel on his wrists. Draco lifted up off him and smiled. Harry glanced upward at his hands, now firmly secured by chrome cuffs to the frame of Draco's bed. His mouth gaped open in surprise. It took him a second more to figure out what was happening.

But Harry grinned widely at the handcuffs. "You kept them?"

"You're okay? Is it okay?" Draco said, a little embarrassed and avoiding Harry's eyes. He was asking permission to continue.

Harry stared at him. If anyone else had tied him up in this position, he might have been worried, but it was Draco. Harry didn't think he would or could hurt him. Harry was fine with it, but it spoke volumes as to what Draco's mindset was. He's so worried about me touching him that he would resort to this? Harry controlled his expression though. Draco needed his encouragement.

"I'm okay, Draco. I trust you," Harry whispered, truthfully.

Draco blushed slightly. His fingers faintly rubbing his chest. "I can loosen them... if they're too tight...."

"They're okay."

"You sure? Do you want the unlocking spell?"

"You locked it with more than Alohomora can handle?" Harry said, surprised.

Draco nodded slightly and still not meeting his eyes. Merlin, Draco was paranoid.

"No... unless you plan on leaving me here?" Harry chuckled. Draco shook his head, still focusing on Harry's chest.

"You're really okay... with this?" Draco asked, shaking slightly.

"I am, Draco. It's fine," Harry said, fervently.