He sighed. "You won't. King of the Stage, remember? I've been here for a few years. It was just a suggestion that I continue with your private show."
                              
Harry was surely beat red as he stared open-mouthed at him. "You really want to? I mean... I'm...umm... me and you're... you."
                              
Malfoy put his hands on his knees, and Harry felt like he was being electrocuted as he pushed them open. "I want to." He moved in between his legs, as his hands moved up and down his thigh. Harry sucked in a breath and couldn't look away from him. "You saved me. Did you know that? I don't mean just the fire. You saved me from a life that I hated. A life of slavery. So, yes. I want to do this for you, Harry. Please, let me."
                              
Harry was speechless. Malfoy had called him by his first name. His fingers still were pressing into his leg, urging him to give in to temptation.
                              
"Please, Harry."
                              
Against all logic and possible consequences, he nodded. He wanted him to continue.
                              
Malfoy smirked. "You won't regret it. But I do have to ask... do you mind if I touch you?" he purred, as his hands massaged his legs. "All... chaste... spots... I still have to follow the... rules."
                              
Harry moaned as Draco's fingers pressed hard into the soft part of his groin.
                              
"That wasn't a yes..." Malfoy said as he pulled his hands back to his knees. "I wouldn't want to make you... uncomfortable."
                              
"You aren't," Harry breathed, as Malfoy spread his legs wider and came closer. "Please...."
                              
Malfoy smirked, wider. "Anything for you, Harry." His hands crept up to his waistline to his shirt. "My, you have upgraded your look. You're almost a respectable gay, now."
                              
"Ginny... she..." he muttered, but stopped when Draco's hands unbuttoned his shirt, opening up his chest, and then started touching his now open body.
                              
"Well, she has taste. I didn't think that you changed that much..." he drawled, as he lowered his head to kiss his bare skin. Harry squirmed under the contact. Malfoy chuckled and looked up into his eyes. "Ticklish, are you? That's always... dangerous." He brought his head down to assault his skin by sucking, noisily.
                              
"Fucking hell!" Harry exclaimed.
                              
"Language, Potter. I hope you don't mind marks," he said, sucking on another spot for a few seconds.
                              
Harry tried to keep from laughing, but it was hard, as Malfoy's fingers were exploring his sides and chest. Draco tortured his stomach and chest before lifting to stare into Harry's eyes. He did his slither-dance between his legs, as he rubbed his legs, again. Fuck, he stared at Malfoy's eyes and had the irresistible urge to touch his unbearably taut chest. His hand twitched and reached up. Quicker than a snake, Malfoy's hand lunged to grab his hand before he made contact.
                              
Harry jerked. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." he rambled, as Malfoy's hand still had him.
                              
He just smirked. "Tut tut. Touching is against the rules. I'm going to have to make sure that you don't break the rules, again."
                              
Harry didn't know what that meant, but he froze as Malfoy leaned down with his free hand and pulled a pair of blue fuzzy handcuffs from under the chair. He locked the captured hand in one side. Harry took deep breaths and did nothing to stop him.
                              
"I keep these here for bad customers who can't follow the rules. Now, put your other hand behind the chair," he ordered.
                              
Harry did, his body rigid in anticipation. Holy fuck. He never imagined this could be so... good. Malfoy smiled and pressed into him. His cheek nearly next to his as his long arms reached around to lock his hands together. Harry felt shivers run through him, again. Good ones. Malfoy turned his head so he could stare into his grey eyes. He was so close. Malfoy then guided his finger to a button.