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“Imperio,” Malfoy murmured, and Harry’s eyes glazed over, a feeling of rightness descending over him, making him sway. Malfoy smirked. “Good boy.”
Nott stepped closer.
“Turn around, Potter,” Malfoy said, sliding his fingers up Harry’s nape and into his hair while Nott placed a hand on Harry’s hip. “Let him kiss you.”
The lights around them were dim, the sounds of the club muffled by the closed door, but the vibrations pulsated through the walls and the floor as Harry spun slowly in Nott and Malfoy’s grips.
A few minutes earlier, Malfoy had Confounded the cloakroom attendant before pushing Harry in, followed by Theodore Nott. Harry had let him do it, just like he had let both of them slide a hand into his trousers on the dance floor, Malfoy’s eyes glinting as he leaned in to breathe into Harry’s ear that he was going to do it, and that Harry was going to let him, and that he was going to like it.
Harry had arched into him under the strobing lights and had almost come at that; almost, because Malfoy had taken his hand away, and Harry had collapsed back into Nott, panting, trousers open, eyes fixed on Malfoy’s smirking face as Nott ground into him.
He’d let Malfoy cast the Imperius on him as soon as they were inside the cloakroom.
“You’ll only focus on how turned on you are, Potter,” Malfoy ordered, biting down on his earlobe. “You’ll only focus on how much you want this.”
Harry whined and opened his lips for Nott, his attention shifting fully to his own body. He let Nott dip his tongue into his mouth. He let him do as he pleased.
Malfoy smirked and bit wetly on the juncture between Harry’s neck and shoulder, pressing his groin against Harry’s arse.
“Told you he’d let it happen,” he said to Nott as he reached for Harry’s trousers, unbuttoning them from behind. “Told you he wouldn’t fight it. You don’t want to fight it, do you, Potter?” He curled his fingers around Harry’s erection and Harry moaned, baring his neck for Malfoy, who started sucking a mark on his skin. “You’re going to let us do whatever we want and you’re going to enjoy it.”
Harry’s whole being shuddered at the order, the curse sending spikes of pleasure through him even as the blanket of calm and happiness lay thickly over him, making it difficult to think.
It felt wondrous. Especially with Malfoy so close. Especially because Malfoy had ordered it.
Malfoy smirked again and rolled his hips against Harry’s arse, kissing the nape of his neck as he stroked him. “And you’ll obey,” he hissed, twisting his hand viciously. Harry groaned. “And you won’t lie to me.”
Harry felt dizzy.
“Why is he still dressed?” Nott asked. He bit down Harry’s throat, hands sliding up Harry’s shirt, stroking up and down his sides. Harry could feel him trail kisses very close to where Malfoy’s lips were gasping with every roll of his hips. He could feel their tongues meeting over Harry’s skin.
“Mmh,” Malfoy said languidly. “Good point. Step out of your trousers and underwear, Potter.”
Harry did as ordered, leaning back into Malfoy. He watched Nott kick them aside before pinching Harry’s nipple, twisting it. Harry moaned. Malfoy reached for his wand and vanished Harry’s shirt.
“You’re going to get fucked, Potter,” he told him just as Nott’s hands wandered down Harry’s arse, parting his cheeks. Malfoy was still stroking him. “But first you’re going to suck Theo off. You’re gagging for it, aren’t you? To have your mouth fucked?”
Harry moaned, the Imperius answering Yes. His knees buckled, making him fall forward into Nott, but Malfoy smirked and slid an arm around Harry’s waist to hold him up, sucking another mark on Harry’s throat, his hand speeding up. Harry was hot all over, leaking over Malfoy’s fingers, Nott’s tongue back in Harry’s mouth.
Malfoy smirked. “Get down on your knees, Potter.”
Harry’s body slid out of Malfoy’s hold and knelt down on the floor. He was caged between Nott and Malfoy’s thighs, so close to Nott’s crotch that as soon as the order came he could just open his mouth, barely having to lean forward.
Nott made to unbutton his trousers, his fingers brushing over Harry’s cheek as he did, but Malfoy stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Potter is going to do that. Isn’t that right, Potter?”
“Is he?” Nott said mockingly.
Malfoy took Harry’s glasses off, tilting Harry’s chin up to look at him.
“Open your mouth,” he said, then leaned down to spit into it.
Harry shuddered hard and swallowed, his body wrecked by waves of pleasure. He looked up and opened his mouth again, waiting for more.
Malfoy swiped his fingers over Harry’s lower lip and smirked.
“You wish, Potter,” he said. He gripped Harry’s hair hard instead and pushed his face into Nott’s clothed crotch. Harry moaned. Nott rolled his hips experimentally a few times, the fabric already wet against Harry’s cheek and lips, before Malfoy yanked Harry’s head back.
“Unbutton them.”
Harry worked Nott’s trousers open with trembling fingers, his body shaking with the need to come, even as he floated in bliss.
“Slide his trousers down,” Malfoy ordered. “Don’t move.” And he pulled Nott into a kiss.
Nott’s cock brushed Harry’s lips and cheeks over and over again as he snogged Malfoy, and Harry looked up helplessly, so turned on he was gasping, his tongue darting out of its own accord as Nott’s precome smeared his lips.
“What is it, Potter?” Malfoy asked, smirking down at him, lips red and bruised.
Even through his haze, Harry knew he liked Malfoy smirking down at him. He swallowed and watched, full of longing, as Malfoy kissed Nott again.
Malfoy caught Harry’s hair and yanked it back hard, still panting against Nott’s cheek. “What is it? Tell me.”
“I don’t like it when you kiss him,” Harry said obediently, because he didn’t, even though he was too turned on and blissed out to find it really upsetting.
“Oh?” Malfoy said, sounding delighted, and then laughed and pulled Nott into a furious snog again, Nott’s cock brushing Harry’s parted lips. Harry swallowed at the sound of their moans. “Like this?”
“Y-Yes,” Harry said.
“But you still want to suck him off, don’t you?”
Harry’s dazed eyes moved back to the cock in front of him, so close that when he licked his lips, his tongue touched it. “Yeah.”
“So it’s just me who shouldn’t, is it?” Malfoy slid a hand into Harry’s hair and closed it into a fist, yanking hard again. “Is it?”
The curse didn’t compel him, so Harry remained silent.
“Luckily you don’t have a say here, Potter,” Malfoy said, and kissed Nott again.
Harry keened quietly.
“Do you want to kiss him?” Malfoy asked, pulling away from Nott with a gasp, the fingers of his other hand reaching Harry’s lips, parting them open.
Harry’s cock jerked at Malfoy’s touch and a small whine tore through him. “Not particularly,” the Imperius answered for him.
“Mmh?” Malfoy asked, sliding two fingers into Harry’s mouth, resting them on his tongue, before starting to fuck Harry’s mouth with them, timing them with the bass vibrating through the room. Harry moaned and swiped his tongue around them.
“Why, Potter?”
Harry moaned again when Malfoy’s fingers slid out, and then said obediently, “Because I love you.”
Malfoy froze. He stood there, seemingly shell-shocked, not moving a muscle, not even when Nott let out a low whistle. Harry licked his lips again and waited patiently to be told what to do, eyes moving back to Nott’s cock, hard and ready in front of him.
“You do have him wrapped around your finger, don’t you, Draco?” Nott mocked, canting his hips closer, sliding the head of his cock across Harry’s lips. “Why don’t you tell him to open that pretty mouth for me?”
Malfoy slid his fingers through Harry’s hair again, closing them hard into a fist.
“Shut the fuck up, Theo,” he hissed. Then, to Harry, “Since you want to suck him off so much, you should, then.” And pushed Harry’s head firmly forward.
Harry moaned and parted his lips. Malfoy pushed him down until he was choking on Nott’s cock, then pulled him back again harshly, looking down at Harry with stormy eyes, watching him gasp for air. “Suck,” he told him, and pushed him back on Nott’s cock again. Nott moaned, hips snapping forward, and pulled Malfoy back into a kiss.
Harry groaned and did as told. Malfoy let it go on a few minutes, murmuring “Harder,” and “More tongue, Potter,” then: “You’re going to stay still and let Theo fuck your mouth now,” and slid behind him to stop him from moving while Nott grinned and started fucking Harry’s mouth properly, Harry’s head nestled in Malfoy’s clothed crotch, his cock sliding over his cheek.
**
It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to Draco, the way Potter was completely in his control, the way Draco could order him to let Theo fuck him in this dingy room smelling of old fabric and he would do it. The way Draco could order him to take anything.
And he had planned to do it too, to see how much he could get away with before Potter started to push back.
Except that fucking Potter had to go and ruin it. He had had to say that, right now, with Theo’s cock fucking his throat, when he had never – not once before hinted at –
He growled and pushed Potter’s head down harder, wanting to choke him on it. He watched with cruel satisfaction as his throat convulsed around Theo’s next thrust as Draco held him in place and Draco couldn’t wait for Theo to be fucking done.
He watched Theo spill between Potter’s perfect lips, then Draco stepped back and told Theo to get dressed and get out.
“What?” Theo said, startled and getting more outraged by the second. “But we were going to…”
“Out,” Draco growled again, Accio-ing Theo’s shirt and throwing it at his head. He Transfigured a section of the carpet into a thin mattress and ordered Potter to get on it. Then he followed a furious Theo to the door and Obliviated him for good measure.
When he came back, Potter was kneeling on the mattress, cheeks and chest flushed, lips open and wet, eyes still glazed over.
Draco wondered how much under Imperius he really was.
I love you, he had said. For fuck’s sake.
Draco Vanished his own clothes, moved closer, and pushed Harry down on the mattress, straddling him. He lifted the Imperius.
“You absolute arsehole,” he told him, and kissed him violently.
“Malfoy,” Harry gasped, looking lost for a split second but already moaning into the kiss as soon as his eyes cleared.
“You’re going under again,” Malfoy told him, twisting his nipple hard.
“Okay,” Potter said, shuddering there on the floor, right under Draco.
“Fuck. You’re a mess, aren’t you?”
Potter craned his neck up to kiss him again.
“What if I ordered you to let him fuck you?”
“Okay,” Potter said, and kissed him again.
“Imperio,” Draco hissed, truly furious now, and Potter went slack under him, lips parted and blissed out, eyes staring up at Draco expectantly.
Draco did his favourite thing. He parted Potter’s mouth open with his thumb, leaned in, and spat into it.
“Focus on how turned on you are. Is this what you want, Potter? Is this how you want to be treated?”
Potter shuddered.
“Answer me. You won’t lie to me. Does it turn you on to be humiliated?”
Potter mewled and managed a breathy, “Yes.”
“Degraded?”
Potter moaned outright and gasped, “Yes.”
Draco leaned in. “Get off the mattress and get yourself off on the carpet, Potter.”
He watched Potter scramble to kneel on the carpet, watched him curl his hand around himself.
“Ah, no, not like that, Potter,” he tutted, a dark feeling of satisfaction singing in his chest. “Get yourself off on the carpet. You can’t use your hands.”
He watched Potter shudder as he lay down on the dirty floor and started rutting against the coarse fabric of the carpet. Draco reached for Potter’s arse and pulled his cheeks open, running a finger through the crack. Potter moaned.
“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you,” Draco told him. He reached for his wand, pressed it to Potter’s hole, and murmured a lubricating and loosening spell.
Potter keened, his body trying to press back into Draco’s wand, but Draco pulled it away.
Draco changed their position so Potter’s face was close to the mess he’d just made leaking all over the carpet. He pressed his face viciously into the wet spot then leaned down and told him, “Lick it.”
Potter groaned, sweaty and gasping, as Draco lined himself up and thrust into him. He watched Potter’s tongue dart out and lick at the wet fabric of the carpet.
Draco didn’t give him any time to adjust, picking up his pace at once, fucking into him harder and harder.
“You can come,” he said, yanking Harry’s head back. “And you’re going to clean it all with your tongue. And then I’m going to come inside you.”
As if he’d only needed permission, Potter groaned and seized up, spilling all over the carpet with a cry. Draco pulled him harshly, readjusting them again to bring Harry’s face where he wanted it. He watched Potter suck at the carpet in a daze, face flush and slack, and Draco came in a rush of white hot light.
***
“Keep licking,” he told Potter when he came back to himself, panting and still buried inside him. “Focus on how turned on you are, Potter. You are, aren’t you?”
Potter mewled, rolling his hips against the carpet again.
Draco slid his fingers into his hair, closed them into a fist, and released the Imperius.
Potter gasped, eyes coming into focus again while his tongue lapped at the carpet, Draco still buried inside him.
He flushed scarlet.
“Well, look at you, Potter,” Draco smirked, pressing down harder on him, sliding his other hand under Potter and pinching a nipple. “Is this what you wanted?”
Potter swallowed hard. Then, looking straight at Draco, he flicked his tongue at the carpet again.
“Fuck,” Draco said.
Someone knocked on the door. Draco startled and slid out of Potter, scrambling for Potter’s glasses and some coats to Transfigure. But before he could, Potter reached out, grabbed his arm, and Apparated both of them away.
***
They landed at Grimmauld Place, sprawled on Harry’s bed. Harry was pleased to see his aim had worked despite how dazed he felt. He plucked his glasses from Malfoy’s hands and put them back on.
“Fuck, I’m filthy,” he said ruefully, looking down at himself.
Malfoy’s gaze was burning on him when he said, “You absolutely are.”
Harry swallowed. “At least as much as you, apparently,” he said, and didn’t protest when Malfoy parted Harry’s legs and slid two fingers into him.
“You didn’t have – ah – You didn’t have to Obliviate him,” Harry said, shivering.
Malfoy’s eyes went dark. “Of course, I had to. Do you remember what you said? For fuck’s sake, Potter. He wouldn’t have gone to the Prophet for a shag, if he thought he could get another, but that? Did you want to give Skeeter a Pensieve show?”
Harry looked at him for a moment, perplexed, trying to remember what he said. “Oh.”
Malfoy swallowed. “Precisely.” He took his fingers out, pressed both hands on the mattress at the side of Harry’s shoulder, and looked down at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“A lot, apparently,” Harry said, swallowing.
“Were you really under?”
“I – Yeah.”
“Were you lying?”
“No.”
Malfoy let out a shaky breath. Harry wasn’t sure how they had ended up like this – or well, he was. He had let Malfoy fuck him as viciously as he wanted the first time and had come so hard he could barely walk afterwards. Then he had wanted it again, and again, and they had started making it filthier, which had made Harry come even harder. And then he had figured out that if he wanted to keep Malfoy, he had to let him escalate things somehow – and so, here they were.
“So what?” Malfoy hissed. “You’ll just let me curse you? Do whatever I want, wherever I feel like it? What is it that we’ve done so far? That charity gala? The Ministry? The alley behind Fortescue, where anyone could come and see you bent over for me?”
Harry licked his lips, sliding his hands up Malfoy’s waist. “You’re forgetting the Puddlemere match, King’s Cross loo, that time at the – ”
“I don’t. forget. anything,” Malfoy hissed, grabbing Harry’s wrists and pinning them to the bed. Harry gasped, his cock starting to get interested again. “So what, you’re in love with me, and this is what you want? You’ll have me spitting on you instead of... of a proper date? Affection?”
Harry arched up, gasping. “I – I didn’t know that was an option.”
“No,” Malfoy growled. “No, you thought humiliation was an option with me. Degradation, even. But not more. Is that it?”
“I – ” Harry fumbled. “No. Merlin, Draco. I like it. Couldn’t you see that? I like it. And you’re good at it. Fuck. You’re fantastic at it.” He arched into him, trying to press closer.
“I made you like it,” Malfoy growled, looking stricken for a moment, and Harry snorted and said, “Uh, because I ran away as soon as you lifted the spell, didn’t I, rather than, you know, staying there, and licking the bloody carpet as you had ordered.”
Malfoy’s cheeks went flaming red.
“And Apparating you straight into my bed right after, so you wouldn’t run. And you obviously didn’t have to force me to bend over for you any time before – ”
Malfoy leaned closer and growled, “Shut up.”
Harry kissed him. “I wasn’t lying,” he said against Malfoy’s lips as soon as Malfoy pulled back. “I love you. I like you. I fancy you. What do you want to hear? I love how filthy you get with me when you get like that. We’re us, though, so I thought I’d take what I can get.”
“What you can get, you say,” Malfoy leaned down again, predatory, and pulled at Harry’s lower lip with his teeth. “As if you haven’t been engineering all these encounters. As if you don’t annoy me on purpose.”
Harry grinned sheepishly. “I mean, the first time was all you, wasn’t it? You jumped me like an angry god or something, you were so pissed.”
“You always piss me off,” Malfoy said, releasing Harry’s wrists and running his hands along his biceps. “Especially when you jump in front of curses that weren’t aimed at you, you fucking idiot, instead of casting a stupid Protego like a normal person.”
“Okay,” Harry said, staring up at him.
“Or when you tell me you love me after I’ve cast a fucking Unforgivable on you and I’m about to choke you on Theo’s dick.”
Harry snorted, then gasped when Malfoy reached for his cock.
“I mean, in my defence, you made me tell you,” he arched into Malfoy’s touch. “I’m okay with that, by the way, in case you couldn’t tell.”
“So, you were not going to tell me, is that it?”
“Well, when did you want to hear it? While you were fucking my mouth at the Leaky? Or having your way with me at Ron’s and Hermione’s wedding? Or…”
Malfoy growled.
Harry tried to kiss him again. “It didn’t look like you wanted – ”
“For fuck’s sake, Potter,” Malfoy said exasperated, pulling back. “I’ve been wanting to take you on a date since you were old enough to start receiving valentines and I was old enough to know that I wanted to Incendio them into smithereens and do something spectacularly filthy to you right after.” He pulled Harry’s hair and exposed his throat, biting down gently on it, making him gasp. “Even though I probably wasn’t exactly clear on what yet.” He swiped his tongue over his bite then pulled back to look down at him. “Of course I don’t just want to have angry sex with you.”
“Oh,” Harry said, breathlessly, heartbeat speeding up, before he moaned as Malfoy reached down again to smear more precome down his cock. “Okay.”
Malfoy snorted. “Merlin help me.” He leaned in to kiss Harry, then slid down Harry’s body, curling his tongue around a nipple, trailing kisses down his stomach.
“So, are you going to say it back?” Harry asked, grinning down at him, then moaning when Malfoy took him in his mouth.
Malfoy looked up at him warily. “Not until you have dinner with me,” he decided, going back to kiss Harry’s cock. “And I mean, as a date.”
“Oh,” Harry said again. “I can do that. Though technically – ah – we’ve been dating for four months, you realise, Draco.”
“Shagging you senseless in the angriest way possible whenever you piss me off does not qualify as dating.”
“It absolutely does,” Harry managed, back arching. “And there are also the times you were not pissed off by the way, like when you let me suck you off under your desk, or – ”
“Still not a date,” Malfoy said. “Merlin, shut up. I need a shower.” He pulled away from Harry, looking down at him. “Shall we?”
“Yeah,” Harry said, even though he was hard and missing Malfoy’s mouth already. Malfoy was going to leave him like that, apparently. He swallowed and took the hand extended to him. “All right.”
“I’m sleeping here tonight.”
“Obviously.” Harry grinned.
“And we’re having sushi.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?” Harry said appreciatively. “All right. I can do all that. And then maybe I want you to take me on the kitchen floor again.”
Malfoy shuddered. “Merlin, Potter.”
Harry grinned.
“Date. Tomorrow. Le Gavroche. Seven pm. That’s non-negotiable.”
“Mmh-mhh,” Harry said, crowding in closer as they entered the bathroom. He turned the shower on with a wandless spell and kissed Malfoy as the room steamed up around them.
“I’m serious,” Malfoy said, gasping between kisses.
“I know,” Harry said, pushing him into the shower, winding his arms around him under the hot spray. “You’re still spending the night, though.”
“And we’re still having sushi,” Malfoy said.
“Only if you let me suck you off now. You didn’t let me earlier.” Harry slid down on his knees, nudging closer to Malfoy’s erection.
“Demands, demands,” Malfoy gasped, taking off Harry’s glasses and putting them next to the bottle of shampoo, but he grinned down at Harry as he watched him lean in and kiss his thigh.
Malfoy slid a hand into his hair and pulled back, looking down at him.
Harry blinked up through the water.
“Open your mouth,” Malfoy said, then leaned down and spat into it.
Harry groaned and shivered. He looked up and licked his lips expectantly.
“Well, get on with it then,” Malfoy said in a choked voice, pulling Harry’s head closer, and Harry grinned and let Malfoy push into his mouth.