The Probation Agreement

Punishment

So, someone, not me, has been very naughty, may have read too many drarry smut stories and wrote this on some weird high. It was going to be one shot, but... I split it up into three chapters, increasing in naughtiness. This is porn with some plot. And just so you know, I wrote the first chapter at work... in a room full of people. I was smirking so fucking bad I'm surprised no one noticed me.

This is for the explicit-content fans, though I do not go too graphic.

TRIGGER WARNING: Spanking, lots of spanking, mildly dubious consent, voyeurism, orgasm denial, restraints, powerplay, abuse of authority, dubious contracts, dom/sub dynamics, safe and sane, safe words, anal-gaping, degradation, humiliation, edging, praise kink, cock warming, aftercare, paddles, deep-throating, cock rings, spit-roasting, blindfolds, using magic to do naughty things, minor references to past abuse and trauma

Enjoy!

"Malfoy!" Harry yelled, walking in wearing his official Auror robes. "George put in an official complaint against you."

Malfoy was at his desk going over papers. "Oh, come on! He started it and he went whining to you!?"

"He might have started it... but you ended it. That violated your probation. So, I'm going to have to take you in."

"I'm working, Potter! Go away."

"Not anymore, you're not," Harry growled, conjuring cuffs and binding Malfoy's hands behind his back. Harry then lifted him out of his seat.

"Seriously? Potter, I don't have time for these games."

"Do you want to floo out? Or shall I prep walk you out the front door to Apparate?" he asked.

Malfoy, pale as ever, blushed. "Potter, please... this is where I work."

"And yet... you still hexed George, so your choice," he growled.

Malfoy shook his head. "The floo."

Harry nodded, glad he got the answer. He pulled him over to the fireplace and did a side-by-side floo meant for Aurors making arrests. They came out in an unremarkable hallway, filled with smaller rooms.

Malfoy looked around, surprised and grunted, "Where are we?"

"Processing Center."

"Oh, what the hell? Potter!"

Harry manhandled him into a private room that contained a wooden table. Malfoy complained about the abuse of prisoners under his breath.

"I'm going to have to search you," Harry declared, turning Malfoy toward the table and keeping a firm grip on his cuffed hands.

"Really? Do we have to do this every time?" he grumbled.

"Yes, it's procedure. I mean, I could do it by wand, but I like to be thorough."

Malfoy sighed and Harry started to rifle through his pockets. He removed his robes with his wand and searched them before taking off his shoes and socks. He checked those and proceeded to pat down his undershirt, checking the collar and his armpits. He moved on to his waistband, legs and trousers. Malfoy made disgruntled noises at his forcefulness, especially when he searched through his hair, messing it up.

"Potter!"

"George said you took something from him. I haven't found it, so I'm going to have to conduct additional checks."

Malfoy tried to turn to face him, but Harry maintained control. "Just summon it!" he growled.

"George said that it wasn't summonable."

"I did not take anything!"

"Unfortunately, I will have to make sure... and your Probation Agreement covers this."

Malfoy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was stewing.

"I'm going to take off your shirt."

"I can do that!"

"No, sorry. Auror safety procedures require that you stay in cuffs through the search. I must maintain positive control at all times," Harry said, as a matter of fact.

"Bloody stickler."

Harry took off his shirt from behind, using his magic to sever the seams and reattach them. Then he checked his chest, again from behind, rubbing his skin and making sure no magic was hiding anything, before announcing that he was clean. Malfoy sighed, again. Then Harry undid his trousers and pushed them down to the floor.

"Green boxers? At least, they didn't have little hearts on them. But you can say you are a Slytherin – through and through."

"Gryffindor prick," he muttered.

"Yep..." he said, and fingered Malfoy's waistband of his boxers. Malfoy made a noise and Harry whispered, "Easy."

Malfoy was trembling as he lowered them to the floor as well, leaving them to pool on the floor next to his bare feet. He was naked now... nothing to hide behind.

"Let's check your legs," Harry said, and he ran his hands down Malfoy's long legs, freeing his foot from the clothes one at a time and throwing them aside. Then he checked the other leg, running his hands up his leg to the sensitive skin at the top. Malfoy was breathing hard and trying not to respond to the stimulation.

"Nothing," Harry said, when he finished checking.

"See! I didn't take anything!" Malfoy growled, turning his head to look at him.

Harry humphed and nodded, "Well, there is one more place I need to check."

Malfoy looked confused and gasped when Harry put on a single blue surgical glove, "You can't be serious!"

"I am. This is covered under your Probation Agreement. Bend over," he ordered, as he snapped the latex glove on.

Malfoy went red and resisted only a little when Harry put some pressure on his shoulder to lean forward onto the table. Harry gently pushed him down on the table onto his stomach. Malfoy's cuffed hands were in the small of his back and his ass was prominently on display for Harry to inspect.

The table was at the perfect height that Malfoy's feet could still touch the floor. Well, almost perfect. Harry abruptly pushed Malfoy's legs out more, so he dropped his whole weight onto the table, making him even more vulnerable.

"Hey!"

"Sorry. I don't want you to try to kick me. Safety an' all."

"Potter, you are such a pussy," he scoffed, as Harry laughed darkly. Finally, Draco said, "Is this really necessary?"

"I believe so. It's covered under your Probation Agreement, and I must ensure the stolen thing is found."

Malfoy grumbled under his breath something Harry didn't understand.

"Don't worry. I'll use plenty of lube," Harry said, nonchalantly.

Malfoy shivered as Harry put his hand on the flat of his back.

"Ready?" he asked before he slowly pushed a finger in.

Draco let out a moan before he could stop himself.

"Don't worry. I'll be quick," Harry murmured, as he made circuits, checking all of Draco's insides.

Malfoy struggled to remain quiet, but it was clearly affecting him.

"Almost done," Harry said, smirking as he stroked it further and pushed his finger in harder.

"What-the-bloody-fuck-are-you-looking-for?" Draco gasped between breaths as Harry kept pushing into him.

"Just being thorough," Harry responded, as he hooked his finger up and Malfoy gasped, again. Harry petulantly stroked that spot a few more times, as Malfoy struggled to contain himself.

When his hips and legs started jerking from the attention, Harry grabbed his wand and secured his feet to the floor in black restraints. "None of that."

"Potter!" he hissed, now unable to move at all.

"Sorry, you were moving too much during the search. Safety."

"This is...."

Harry unchivalrously moved his finger, again, and Malfoy's words stuttered to a halt. "Almost done," he whispered.

Malfoy was done protesting, and though Harry couldn't see his face, Malfoy was clearly... in the moment. Harry, somewhat subtly, added a second finger and spread them against the walls of the opening.

It finally snapped Malfoy to react. "Holy Merlin! What are you doing!?"

"Just need to get a visual."

"What?" Malfoy shrieked, going red.

Harry smirked and did indeed get lower and shamelessly spread his cheeks open to physically look into his rectum. Malfoy spluttered in shock and horror and squirmed, pulling on the restraints hard to maintain his composure.

"Well, I don't see anything," he concluded, after removing his fingers.

"I didn't take anything from Weasley!" Draco growled.

"I'm not so sure," Harry commented. "But we will move on to the other issue first."

Malfoy flinched. Harry stared at Malfoy's plush white ass and tentatively touched it. Malfoy tensed up, but didn't say anything. Harry was certainly putting him through the wringer today.

"You violated the terms of your Probation Agreement."

"He started it!" he spat, angrily.

"You are not allowed to hex anyone. You've had warnings..." he trailed off. "...many warnings."

He whimpered as Harry tapped his rear end lightly.

"This was your third time in the last three months that you've had a violation. I don't think that the message has sunk in yet," Harry said, with some anger.

"But he started it! He put acrimony in my tea!"

"That doesn't give you the right to hex him, and now it is time for your punishment for breaking the rules. I believe Corporal Punishment was the prescribed punishment for an offense like this under your Probation Agreement."

Malfoy coughed and turned bright red. "You can't be serious?"

Harry ignored the obvious comeback and said, "Deadly... and since you are already in the proper position for it... I think it's only proper." He learned early in this Probation Agreement that with Malfoy, it was the old saying: 'spare the rod, spoil the child'.

Malfoy's knees straightened out, emphasizing his very prominent ass-up position that Harry had at his disposal. "Potter?" he whispered.

"How long did you leave that hex on?"

No answer.

"Malfoy... how long did you leave that hex on George?"

"Ten minutes."

"I think ten is an appropriate number, don't you think?"

"B-But..." he pleaded. "He's done so much worse!"

"George does not have a Probation Agreement. You do. Ten it is, unless you want to end your Probation Agreement?" Harry snapped. He always gave that option.

Malfoy went redder and shook his head.

"This will not be forced," Harry declared. "You will ask for the punishment and count each stroke, understood?"

"Yes," he muttered, petulantly.

"Yes, what?" Harry said, firmly, resisting the urge to whack him early.

"Yes, Auror Potter," Draco said, with a tone.

It was fine to have that tone, now. His breathing was already rough, and there was a tremble in his legs. Harry would crack his attitude.

"You can end this at any time, whether you need a break or do not want to continue at all. But saying 'stop' will not stop me. You may say "red" to stop punishment or use your safe word. What's your safe word?"

Draco trembled, "F-Father."

Harry's will cracked slightly. He knew why that word would be reality-smashing to say in the moment. He regretted his earlier tone towards him, but Malfoy needed to be punished.

"Green?" he checked.

"Green," Draco responded.

Harry smiled. "Very well. What did you do to deserve this?"

"I hexed Weasley," he muttered.

"Behind his back?"

Draco winced. "Yes, Auror Potter."

"And you left it on for ten minutes?"

"Yes," he whispered, hanging his head to rest his forehead on the table.

"As the Auror assigned to oversee this Probation Agreement. I order a punishment of 10 spankings as your sentence for the breach of your terms of the agreement. Do you accept?" Harry said, in his judgment voice.

"Yes, Auror Potter," he growled, shifting the weight on his feet in anticipation of what was going to come.

Harry pressed the issue. "Do you deserve this?"

Malfoy turned and glared at him. "No."

Harry didn't issue any further warning and delivered a decisive smack to his right cheek. Draco yelped and jumped, swearing. Harry never did it lightly.

"Count them," he ordered.

"One."

"One, what?" he growled as he smacked the left cheek

"Two, Sir."

"Better." He delivered the third and fourth, waiting in between the blows to make the pain last. Draco pulled more on his restraints as the blows fell to hold his position. He'd have bruises. Harry could see tears trailing down his face. There was no holding back.

After the fifth and sixth blows, Draco rested his weight on the table and left it to happen.

"No, off the table and put your butt out. Present yourself... now!" he ordered, pausing punishment.

Draco whimpered, but complied, placing his feet firmly on the floor and pushing his ass out for Harry to abuse. Harry, the sadistic bastard he was, waited for him to build up his anticipation. After a few minutes, Harry hit him hard, and he nearly screamed in pain.

"S-Seven... Sir...."

Harry waited until he brought his ass up to the proper position, before he whacked him hard, again.

"A-Eight, Sir... please..." he cried, as he dropped to the table, again.

"Get into position," Harry snapped.

Draco trembled as he perked his butt up, again. Harry put more force into his swing and landed hard. Draco nearly screamed as his red ass got redder. Harry could see the handprint from each smack. He massaged Draco's abused rear end, earning some yelps and whines.

"Harry...."

"How many?"

"N-N-Nine, Sir... please..." Draco whined, from every touch of Harry's hands on his ass. "Please....

"One more... green?" he checked, still touching his ass.

"G-Green," he acknowledged.

Harry wound his hand back and delivered the last one. Draco screamed as his hips slammed hard into the table. However, he didn't break position.

"T-Ten," he whimpered. "Sir."

Harry's fingers skimmed Draco's inflamed skin. Draco cried from the contact as Harry mercilessly touched his sensitive skin. He didn't let him recover from the punishment so easily.

"Fuck... please...."

"Did you deserve this?" Harry asked, again, and more insistent this time.

"Yes," Draco cried.

"Why? I need to make sure that this does not happen, again, Draco. There are rules for a reason!"

"Cause I hexed him... from behind...."

"It's not just that, Draco," Harry growled, making Draco flinch.

"And I left it on," he murmured.

"He played a prank on you...."

"It was horrible tasting!"

"You two have been firing back and forth for a while, and I allowed it because it was mutual and minor spells. He's pranked you before without this reaction. That hex was cruel. What happened?" Harry demanded. This was what the Probation Agreement demanded. Talk. Correction. Harry had to make him understand that his response was wrong and correct it.

"He-He..." he cried. "He mentioned my mother."

Harry's heart sank. "I'm sorry."

"He said that I was sad because he couldn't make tea like my mother...."

"And you hexed him when he turned away...."

"Yes," he growled, confessing to the table as Harry hadn't released him yet.

"I'll have words with George. I'm sorry he went there, but you... you hexed him so badly."

"I-I wanted to make him... regret it."

"He did... because you did it in front of all his workers and some patrons."

"Yes, I did," he said, sadness in his voice.

"And was that an acceptable response?"

"N-No..." he acknowledged, lowering his head to the table.

Harry lightly stroked his red butt, again, making him whimper. "I asked you earlier if you stole something."

"I didn't! I wouldn't! I promise, Harry!"

"But you did take something, Draco!" Harry snarled, making Draco wince.

"What? No...."

"You took George's dignity and his reputation."

"I...."

"Well," Harry pressed his point.

"I did. I'm sorry," he breathed.

Harry rubbed his ass, again, and Malfoy squirmed. Harry put on his disappointed voice. "I just don't think your punishment was enough to give George back his dignity. I mean... I stripped you... searched you... thoroughly... and spanked you... but I just don't think that George has his satisfaction from your theft."

Malfoy turned his head to give him a look that questioned his sanity. Harry tapped his butt to get him back in position. Malfoy winced and complied.

"This red ass... for was the hex, but the embarrassment you dealt... needs to be redressed still," Harry declared. His fingers ghosted over his hole that had shrunken shut during the onslaught and Malfoy shuddered.

"I think your dignity and respect needs to be taken. Don't you think?" Harry murmured.

"I didn't mean to...."

"I'm sure, but this is the behavior we are correcting, aren't we?"

Malfoy whimpered again and struggled to maintain his composure.

"George is entitled to fair and equal compensation for his loss under the terms of your Probation Agreement, and you need to provide an adequate redress for his injuries. Though we can't replace George's loss exactly, I think a comparable act of humiliation will satisfy his loss. Don't you?"

"W-What kind of redress?" he whispered.

Harry smiled and touched his ass, again, earning another moan. "I think the image of me bending you over this convenient table and punishing your hole might be enough...."

Draco sucked in a breath and stammered, "I-I...." He struggled to come up with a response to protest it.

"I have you bent over... tied up... red... your hole ready... so I'd wager that getting plugged by me, will satisfy George's wrath and pay back what you stole from him."

Draco was breathing heavily and finally got his bearings. "And the fact that I'm naked, bent over, exposed and spanked by you wasn't enough humiliation?" he growled, though he was subconsciously straightening his legs out and pushing his butt out.

Harry thought on it. "No. You were punished according to the terms of your agreement for using a hex on someone."

"You bent me over like this!"

"Well, I had to search you."

"Weasley's dignity is not a physical thing you can search for!"

Harry laughed, "You got me there. That was a pretense to get you in this position for punishment." Then he got angry. "That was a nasty, bloody hex, Draco. Ten minutes? George was dry-humping the mannequins and demanding people shove things in his butt. And I'll remind you that it was during business hours in the middle of the store! He's not happy, and I'm not happy!"

"I'm sorry, alright?" Draco muttered.

"Draco... the hex itself was 10 spankings... but this needs to be addressed."

"You did ten because I left it on for ten minutes!"

Harry tapped hit lightly on his butt for the back talk. "Don't mix up the two punishments, Draco!" he growled. "This was your third incident in as many months. You were getting spanked regardless for the hex. But you left that hex on... took away his ability to control himself... and let him embarrass himself. You are lucky he called me instead of just declaring your Probation Agreement was breached by the severity clause!

"Now, I'll ask you again to confirm you accept this punishment... or do you want to break your Probation Agreement?" Harry said.

Draco lowered his head back down to the table. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't enough, Draco. I had to spell it out to you that what you did was wrong. This is why you're on probation. To correct this misunderstanding you have. Now... what is your answer?"

Draco nodded.

"Words, Malfoy. I've explained it to you before that it's part of your Probation Agreement," Harry snapped.

Draco sighed, "Yes, I accept punishment."

Harry smirked and tapped his butt, again. "Not good enough, Malfoy. Ask for it."

Malfoy blushed again. Harry had long learned that making Malfoy verbally acknowledge things made him accept and understand his mistakes more easily.

"I want you to punish me for hurting George and embarrassing him," Draco hissed.

His pupils dilated and Harry used his soft voice, "And how should I punish you?"

Draco nearly choked on his words and glanced back at him with a mixture of disbelief and arousal on his face. He did not want to say it. His face was red and he turned away, placing his forehead on the table, again. He took a deep breath.

"Please, fuck me, Auror Potter," he spat.

Harry was having a hard time keeping up the personae. Those words felt so good to hear. He wanted to wreck him.

"Of course, Draco, was that so hard?" he purred.

Draco didn't respond, no doubt finding it difficult to resist it as well. But after Harry tapped his ass, again, he muttered, "No, Sir."

Harry slowly touched his tight hole, and Malfoy trembled and practically whined. "Steady on there, Malfoy."

Draco nodded and calmed his nervousness.

"It's closed up some since I stretched you. Do you want me to open you back up?" he asked, but considered his words. "Do you need me to open you back up?"

Draco took some shaky breaths and shook his head.

"Words," Harry muttered. He had to get Draco out of his head and talk. That was always an issue.

"I don't need any more prep," he snapped, angry at being forced to speak.

"Is this part of your punishment?" Harry asked, intentionally drawing out the anticipation.

Draco was barely holding on. He nodded, but after Harry sighed, Draco grumbled in defeat. "Yes. The less prep will be a reminder of what I did."

Harry was almost proud of him. That was always his decision to make... as was healing. The pain during punishment was Harry's. "Good boy... you're doing so well."

Malfoy shuddered and whimpered. He always loved being praised.

"I'll use lube though. I don't want to hurt you," Harry said, and lowered his trousers.

He lubed up and got into position behind Malfoy and the table that was very conveniently leveled for this.

"Green?" he checked.

"G-Green," Malfoy murmured, trembling from the buildup.

Harry always checked before punishment. The Probation Agreement was very clear on this. Harry slowly pushed in, and Malfoy moaned loudly, taking in short breaths until Harry was fully seated.

"Okay?" he checked. Pain and actually hurting him were two different things with a very fine line between them.

"Y-Yeah...."

"Relax, Draco... come on...."

Harry massaged his clenched shoulders and arms until Draco finally released the tension.

"Good boy."

Draco trembled, again. "Please... Harry...."

Harry smiled and asked, slyly, "Draco, are you allowed to come during punishment?"

Draco's neck and face were red. "No, Sir."

"Cause the Probation Agreement was very clear on that point."

Draco turned, done with the game, and rolled his eyes. Harry tapped his ass hard enough to get a yip out of Draco.

"Keep down the sass. You are not allowed to come. You tell me if you're going to lose control... or the punishment will be extreme, understood?"

"Yes, Auror Potter," he muttered, frustrated.

Harry tapped his red ass, again. "Keep up the 'tude, Draco. You know I can draw this out more."

Draco winced, "Sorry, Sir."

Harry waited a minute to ensure that Draco was put back in his place before he started some low thrusting to get Draco comfortable. When Draco was moaning contently, he picked up the pace, slapping hard into him. Draco's hips were being smashed hard into the table, and he was going to have bruises. Draco urged him on and to do it harder, unable to keep quiet. Ideas for the future, Harry thought, as he thoroughly fucked him.

He was not gentle... he never was. He wanted to strike it home that what Draco did was wrong. Malfoy had always been a tough one to get through to. He didn't understand empathy and consequences well, or social norms. Harry was in charge of reminding him. Sometimes, those reminders needed to be painful. He knew Malfoy could learn from his mistakes. The last two years had proved that.

His pressure was building, but he staved it off to really punish Draco.

"Please... Harry...."

"What?" he panted. "What do you want?"

"Harder... please..." he asked... no... begged.

Harry slammed into him with everything, stretching him wider and smacking his ass more. When he finally unloaded into him, Draco whimpered and was struggling to hold it in his release.

"Good boy," Harry praised, still inside him as he came down from his high.

Draco's hands were white as he had pulled tight on the cuffs to hold off his climax.

"You're going to hurt yourself," Harry said, and grabbed his hands to lessen the tension he had on them.

"Please... Harry... I can't...."

"You will. You have to come down," he ordered, still inside of him. Orgasm denial was a part of the Probation Agreement and meant to remind Draco that he can't have things his way. "Take some deep breaths."

Draco complied, and his breathing slowed down.

"There you go."

"Fucking hell," he muttered.

"You're doing great," Harry said, massaging his shoulders like before to calm him down.

Draco finally dropped to the table, relaxing completely. Punishment would only end when he relaxed. It was very specific. Harry knew that the anticipation was still there, but Draco wasn't in danger of coming anymore. Harry's prick had softened, but it was coming back. Being nestled inside Draco while he waited for it was like riding a high. He loved standing over Draco like this, almost fully clothed, his cock inside him doing nothing but remind him who was in charge.

"Draco... what were you punished for?" Harry asked, needing to complete the sentence. The acknowledgement of why he was punished was important for making sure it didn't happen again.

Draco's shoulders dropped, and he put his head on the table. "I'm sorry."

Harry rubbed his shoulders more. "I know, Draco. But you did it. You hurt George."

"I'm sorry," he cried. "I didn't mean to hurt him."

"I know," Harry muttered. "Are you going to hex him like that, again?"

"No, Auror Potter," he whispered.

"Good. So today, under your Probation Agreement, Draco Malfoy was sentenced to corporal punishment of 10 strokes and required renumeration for his theft. The sentence was carried out. Does Draco Malfoy wish to speak on the fairness of his punishment?"

Draco sighed and Harry could guess he did another eye roll, "No, Auror Potter."

"Everything was fair then?"

Draco took a deep breath. "Yes, Auror Potter." He meant no, though.

Harry had to let him stew more. "Additionally... I must issue you a warning that this was your third violation in the last three months... if there is a fourth or fifth violation, punishments double and a stronger implement may be used."

Malfoy shuddered and took in a heady breath. It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes.

"Do you understand your warning?" he whispered.

"Yes, Auror Potter," he responded, well-trained as he was.

Harry smiled at the sight before him. His cock still buried into Malfoy's red, glorious ass. His hands cuffed behind the small of his back and his long legs shackled to the floor. His eyes drunk in Malfoy's naked body. He was ready... waiting... and would stay waiting until Harry was done with him. He was so beautiful like this.

He gently stroked Malfoy's overly sensitive ass, earning a whimper.

"Please... Harry..." he moaned, shamelessly.

He couldn't leave him like this much longer, though. He wasn't that cruel. "Punishment ended," he declared.

Malfoy let out a breath and really dropped to the table. He was always a good boy, holding position. Harry reached under and gently caressed his neglected prick. Malfoy jolted from the sudden sensation.

"Harry... please..." he begged, desperate and needy.

Harry squeezed lightly, and Draco nearly bucked him off but Harry let go.

"Please, Harry... please...."

"Punishment is over, but after that hex... you're going to have to work for it," he said, full authority in his voice. Harry stepped back a little, pulling out so just the tip was in. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself come without direct contact."

Draco gave him a look, and Harry crossed his arms, waiting. Having been bent over for nearly thirty minutes now, this wasn't going to be easy. Draco could do it, though. He steadied his weight on his legs and pushed his ass back into Harry's cock, pushing it deep into him. Then he pulled forward, only to rock backward, again. Forward and back. Draco was essentially humping the table, giving the full effort.

Harry loved this. Loved the feeling of control, of making Draco wait and deciding when and where. Loved it when he could make Draco happy by giving him relief from his stress and his past.

"You're being such a good boy... listening to me..." Harry murmured and Draco whimpered, again, reveling in the positive reinforcement he had never gotten as a child.

"So... close..." Draco warned, giving Harry the notice to either end it or draw it out on his own preference.

"Harder. Punish yourself for being a bad boy and upsetting me," he ordered, still watching Draco fuck himself on his cock.

Draco increased the speed and thrusting backward. Harry had to brace himself to take the blow. Draco was moaning heavily, but he needed something else... something to push him over the edge.

"Just so you know... George wasn't satisfied with just my word that you were punished. No. He wanted to see it... see you being punished by me. That mirror on the wall? It's a trick mirror. He's been watching us the whole time... watching you get stretched... get spanked... get fucked and now... he's watching you fuck yourself on my cock. Now he's going to watch you come... on my cock... right?"

Draco moaned, tensing up. Almost there.

"You're going to scream for me, right?" Harry growled and met his thrust with full force, sinking impossibly deeper into him.

Draco screamed in pleasure as Harry pounded into him. Words were screams. "Harder... harder... please! Fuck me! Harder!"

Harry obliged, earning some wanton screams from Draco. "Come for me... let him see you come for me."

Draco's head flew back as he finally exploded with long-overdue release. Harry again unloaded into him, softly thrusting to push it in more. He was panting with exhaustion as he pulled out. He watched his fluids trickle out. He loved it. He would love to keep Draco there all day... just there to use. He wondered if Draco would do it... he probably would. He hadn't refused anything yet.

Harry bent down and grabbed his wand to release the cuffs and shackles. Draco collapsed on the table. His legs refused to hold up his weight. He was blissed out and mumbled, "Fuckin' hell."

Harry layered the table in a Cushioning Charm, then he conjured a warm cloth and slowly wiped the sweat off Draco's back and sides. He avoided his sensitive rear end and wiped his legs, cock and balls down, then cleaning up what was dribbling out. Harry Summoned the healing balm from his robes and started to rub down Draco's muscles and hips.

He was about to heal the bruises on his wrists, but Draco groaned, "Don't."

"It's too bruised. The spell puts the ropes on too tight. I could have really hurt you."

"I needed it," he muttered, his head still on the table and his eyes were still closed. He was still dropping.

"You don't need it, now," Harry replied, then he healed his wrists and ankles from the restraints.

After Harry rubbed him down, he cleaned him with his magic. He conjured a fluffy couch and lightened his partner, before carrying him over to it and letting him stretch out. He shifted under his head and shoulders, letting Draco use his lap as a pillow. Harry conjured a blanket to cover him up and ran his fingers through his hair. Draco purred from his administrations and curled into Harry's lap more.

"Y-Yeah... thanks," he murmured, his eyes were still closed, riding the high.

Harry probably needed to get Draco home to a hot bath and really pamper him. There were still some bruises on him that weren't fully healed, yet. The only bruises Harry liked to leave on him were from his lips or from the spanking. They could stay like this for hours, doing nothing but hold on to each other.

Merlin... this was naughty to write. I think I have problems. Two more chapters of must coming within the next few days. Got edits and work things to do.