Title: A Lost Wager
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompts: Lost a Bet and this picture:


"Pay up Potter-- you lost." Draco smirked evilly as Harry's face paled.

The two boys had made a bet on the last quidditch game of the season. If Gryffindor won then Draco had to be his slave for a week. If Slytherin won... then Harry was at Draco's mercy for one evening. But in that one evening, Draco was allowed to touch him in any manner that was not violet. Harry's stomach dropped to his toes when he remembered how Draco had snatched the golden snitch from right beneath his nose. He had been distracted by the lewd discourse Draco had kept up throughout the game and in that crucial moment, Harry failed to capture the snitch.

"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked nervously.

"Come closer." Draco commanded.

Harry took a cautious step closer to the Slytherin. He raised his chin to look Draco in the eye-- only to have the blonde suddenly reach out and fist both his hands in Harry's shirt. Then Harry was jerked off his feet as Draco dragged him closer and slammed their mouths together. The kiss was brutal and Harry vaguely tasted blood. He stood rigid while Draco pressed bodily against him, but then something changed. Draco's kiss softened and his tongue swiped gently at Harry's tightly closed lips. Harry opened obediently to him and Draco's tongue swooped into his mouth, claiming him instantly. A soft sound welled up in Harry's throat and Draco smirked against his lips.

"Do you like this, Potter?" He asked softly, trailing kisses across Harry's jaw and along his neck.

Harry did not answer verbally, but he did gasp when Draco nipped sharply at his earlobe.

"I think you do, Harry, but you're afraid to admit it to yourself. Your body doesn't lie though and right now it's telling me that you want this." Draco purred, running one pale hand down to cup Harry's growing erection.

"Malfoy, I..." Harry's protest died on his lips with Draco squeezed the bulge in his pants.

"I think you should call me Draco now." Draco murmured.

Harry nodded jerkily and it was all the consent Draco needed. With deft fingers he unlaced the bindings of Harry's quidditch uniform and let the garments fall to the ground. He urged Harry to lift his arms so that he could pull his undershirt off as well. This left Harry in only his boxers and the rosy flush that had spread out across his body.

It was very uncomfortable for Harry to stand still while Draco stared openly at him. The Gryffindor resisted the urge to cross his arms across his chest though, he wanted to seem at least a little bit confident. He was in a situation that he had no control over and no experience with. There was a sense of panic clamoring for attention somewhere deep in his brain but his stubbornness and blind bravery over-ruled the alarm. After what seemed like forever, Draco moved forward and dropped to his knees. Harry's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to question him but all that left was a moan when Draco fastened his mouth over his cloth clad erection.

"Fuck, Draco!" Harry cried, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"That's the general idea, Harry." Draco smirked, then quickly pulled Harry's boxers down to his feet. Harry's cock bounced back from the rough treatment and slapped his stomach, leaving a smear of pre-come.

"Hey!"

"Don't worry, I'm going to make it all better." Draco promised.

Harry was about to give him cheek in reply, but once more Draco took away his capacity for speech by sucking the head of his cock into his mouth.

Almost instantly, it was too much for Harry. The Gryffindor hadn't had much time for experimenting with sex, what with defeating Voldemort and all, so the experience was too new and too arousing for him. He tried to think of other things but it wasn't helping. With shaking hands he reached down and tugged at Draco's hair.

"I can't...I..." Harry gasped, his hips thrusting shallowly into Draco's welcome mouth.

Draco pulled away instantly and looked up at the brunette in concern.

"Do you not like it?" He asked softly, leaning forward lap at the vein that spanned the underside of Harry's cock.

"Fuck Draco, I was going to come in 2 minutes like some second year Hufflepuff." Harry rasped harshly.

"Really that's the idea Harry. I want you to come in my mouth." Draco emphasized his point by once again wrapping his lips around Harry's erection and hollowing his cheeks.

The suction felt even more extreme this time and Harry clung to Draco's hair for dear life. His entire being seemed to shrink down until nothing as left but his cock inside Dracos hot mouth. He could feel Draco's tongue pressing firmly against him and he could feel the pulsations of Draco's throat when he swallowed around him. Harry's orgasm began to build but it wasn't until he opened his eyes that it truly hit him. He looked down and saw Draco on his knees, his lips spread wide around his cock, Draco's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were nearly black with desire. Harry's arousal rocketed up instantly and when Draco winked up at him, Harry lost it. With a roar he came, spurting copiously down Draco's throat until the blonde was forced to back off of him to keep from choking. Once spent Draco licked him
clean--then allowed him to topple gracelessly into his lap.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Harry whispered, his body languid from his release.

"I want you to rest for a few minutes. We're in no hurry-- we have all night." Draco smirked as he cradled Harry's limp form close-- only to sigh with relief when the Gryffindor nuzzled his neck. Perhaps there would be more than one night.