His jaw finally relaxed enough for him to garble out, "Drrracccooo...." 
                              
Draco continued sucking and going up and down his member. Harry suddenly hit the back of Draco's throat, but he didn't stop, even when Harry yelped. Draco hummed, as though chuckling. Harry glanced down and shuddered at the image of Draco's beautiful face around him. Draco didn't seem upset, that was the most important part. He looked up at him and a rare glint in his eye. 
                              
Pleasure ripped through Harry and he could barely squeak out a warning, "I'm g-going to..."
                              
Draco eased back, but didn't pull out. Harry yanked hard on the handcuffs and nearly lifted off the bed. His vision went black as he came, hard. Draco took it all, drinking it up and swallowing. Harry sagged back into the pillow, covered in sweat and sedated. That had been amazing! He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, but jolted when he felt Draco run his tongue across his slit. 
                              
"Fucking fuck!" Harry said. He swore Draco was a sadist, sometimes.
                              
"Language, Potter," Draco drawled. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't fall asleep."
                              
"You didn't have to... freakin' frick!" Harry squirmed as Draco's hand took ahold of him and was massaging the head. 
                              
"What's wrong, Harry?" he asked just like last time.
                              
"Please? Draco?" he pleaded, shaking from the over-stimulation. 
                              
Draco removed his hand and slowly pulled his boxers back up, giving Harry some modesty. Then he lifted himself onto Harry's stomach. He kissed him and Harry could taste something different... salty, but a hint of sweetness.
                              
Draco stopped to say. "You taste good, Harry."
                              
Harry didn't hesitate to kiss him back. He wanted to taste Draco, too. He wanted to do... that to him. But he knew it wasn't going to happen. Draco's t-shirt, the cuffs and his hesitant demeanor was enough proof of Draco's limits. Draco rolled off him, snuggling up against his side. Suddenly, the cuffs unlocked and Harry's arms fell to his chest. Harry turned to face him, wanting nothing more but feel Draco. He moved his hands forward, but stopped himself. He always had to be careful with Draco. 
                              
He looked into Draco's eyes and they were calm, soft. "You can touch me, Harry."
                              
Harry hesitantly placed his hands on Draco's chest, feeling instant relief. He put his head under Draco's chin and wiggling in closer. He wanted to touch as much of him as possible. Draco wrapped his arms around him, and rubbed his back, reassuringly. 
                              
"Are you alright?" Draco whispered in his ear.
                              
"Alright? I'm fucking high as a kite, right now."
                              
"What's a kite?"
                              
"It's a muggle toy that flies in the air... on a string."
                              
"Oh, one of their magic power devices?"
                              
"No," Harry laughed. "Just the air lifts it upward."
                              
"Hmmm..." Draco paused, skeptically. "Was that good?"
                              
Harry tried to look up at him, but Draco tightened his grip. He sighed. "It was literally the best thing that ever happened to me. It was wonderful... thank you."
                              
"You're welcome. You looked scared out of your wits."
                              
"Ha ha. I don't suppose you'd let me return the favor?" Harry asked, hopefully.
                              
"No, I took care of me."
                              
"What? When?" Harry asked, trying to remember. He hadn't noticed anything, but he wasn't paying attention to Draco's hands.