A Good Boy

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Top!Draco

Bottom!Harry

Author: bafflinghaze ( on ao3)

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Draco exhales sharply. Harry's in bed, naked stomach resting over silken sheets, head resting on goose-down pillows. There's a scent in the air that gets deep under Draco's skin.

"Harry?" Draco takes a step closer, and his cock hardens when he realises that Harry is periodically clenching and unclenching his arse. There is slick oozing out of it, catching the light of the scattered candles. Draco's breath catches.

Harry's hands are clenching the bedsheets, and he turns his head. His eyes are dark, the black almost overtaking his beautiful green. "Draco..." he whispers. Harry's eyes clench shut, and then he says, "Daddy."

Suddenly, Draco has covered the length of the bedroom as he realises, as he slips right into the scene. "Oh, baby," he whispers back, "how long have you been like this? Why didn't you call me?" He runs a firm hand down Harry's back, from the space between his shoulder blades right down to arse, and up again.

Harry mumbles into the pillows. "I didn't want to bother you. Didn't think you'll be long." He sniffs sadly. "Had to eat dinner without you."

Draco takes his other hand and massages Harry's head, runs his fingers between Harry's hair. "Sorry I was late, baby. You've been such a good boy."

Harry squirms, arching into Draco's hands. "I've been such a good boy," he echoes. "Daddy, can I have my reward now?"

Draco's grip on Harry's hair tightens; he tugs, just enough to make Harry whine. His other hand squeezes one of Harry's arse cheeks, his hole fluttering wetly.

"Tell Daddy what you want, and Daddy will see what he can do."

Harry whines again, tugging his head, hips grounding up and down on the bed. His arse tightens and he shifts, trying to catch Draco's fingers between the cheeks. "Daddy, daddy," Harry cries. "I need you. I'm a good boy."

"You are a good boy," Draco says comfortingly. "But what do you need?" he puts a firm tone in his words, watches as Harry shudders under it.

"May I be naughty now?" A hand unclenches from the sheets and makes it way back towards his arsehole.

Draco grabs that wandering hand, pining it back down onto the sheets. "Baby, tell me what you need," Draco ordered.

Harry gasps, his breaths coming short and quick. "Sorry, Daddy, sorry," he says, cries. "I want your cock so badly. I want you to fill me with your come."

"What happened to the plug from this morning?" Draco asks, even as his clothes drop away from him wandlessly and wordlessly, even as he climbs onto the bed to pin Harry down with his body.

"Had to take it out," Harry says sadly. "I had to go."

"And now you want more."

"Please." Harry ruts up, catching Draco's cock. "I need it, I can't—I can't—"

"You're aching for it," Draco breathes right into Harry's ear.

"Yes, yes."

"You're such a slut. Want your arse plugged all day." Draco sneaks a hand under Harry's body and gives Harry's cock a few tugs. A heady rush of power goes through him when Harry tenses and moans.

"Don't want a plug, Daddy, want you."

"You'll the death of me," Draco mutters.

"I'm sorry, I want to be a good boy." Harry tries to twist his head, to look over his shoulder, but Draco pushes his cheek against Harry's, pushing him back into the pillows.

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