Day 15 – Golden Shower

Day 15 – Golden Shower

The atmosphere in their shared bedroom at Malfoy Manor was heavy with anticipation. The golden glow of the lamps cast soft shadows over the lavish furnishings, but the air between Harry and Draco was thick with something darker, more intense.

Harry stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze locked with Draco's as they stood facing each other. Draco, as always, exuded a calm, predatory confidence, his eyes dark with want as he watched Harry closely. There was something unspoken between them—a tension that had been building all night.

Draco's lips curled into a small, knowing smirk as he slowly began to undo the buttons on his shirt, his eyes never leaving Harry's. "You said you trusted me," Draco murmured, his voice low and smooth as he let the shirt fall open, exposing the pale skin of his chest. "Are you ready to prove it?"

Harry's heart raced, his pulse quickening with both nerves and excitement. This wasn't new territory for them—Draco had always pushed his boundaries, always challenged him to explore the depths of their desires—but tonight felt different. Tonight felt like a test of trust, a deeper level of submission.

"I trust you," Harry replied, his voice steady despite the anticipation thrumming through him.

Draco's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at Harry's response. He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, his gaze never wavering from Harry's. When he was close enough, he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Harry's jaw, tilting his chin up so their eyes met.

"You know you can say no," Draco whispered, his voice low but firm.

Harry nodded, his breath catching in his throat as the weight of the moment settled over him. "I won't," he whispered back, his voice full of conviction.

Draco's lips curled into a small smile as he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Harry's lips. The kiss was full of promise, of reassurance, and when Draco pulled back, his expression was full of dark anticipation.

"Good," Draco muttered, his voice rough as he stepped back, his hands moving to undo his trousers. He stripped down with the same calm precision that always made Harry's heart race, the sight of Draco's body bared to him sending a shiver of desire through Harry's body.

When Draco was fully undressed, he stepped closer again, his eyes dark and full of command. "Kneel," Draco whispered, his voice soft but filled with authority.

Harry's breath hitched at the command, but he obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of Draco. The cool air of the room brushed against his skin, but all he could focus on was the heat radiating from Draco's body, the way Draco's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at him.

Draco's hand slid into Harry's hair, gripping it gently as he tilted Harry's head back, forcing Harry to look up at him. "You're mine," Draco muttered, his voice low and full of possession. "You'll do whatever I tell you to, won't you?"

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, his body thrumming with the intensity of the moment. "Yes," Harry whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "I'm yours."

Draco's smirk widened, his grip on Harry's hair tightening slightly as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Harry's face. "Good," Draco growled, his voice thick with arousal.

For a moment, they stayed like that, the tension between them crackling in the air. Harry's body trembled with anticipation, his mind racing as he tried to prepare himself for what was about to happen. He had trusted Draco before, had let him push his boundaries in ways he had never imagined, but this felt different—more intimate, more intense.

Draco stepped back slightly, his grip on Harry's hair loosening as he moved, positioning himself just in front of Harry. Harry's breath hitched as he realized what was about to happen, his heart racing with both nerves and excitement. He had agreed to this, had given Draco his trust, and now he was ready to follow through.

Draco's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at Harry, his expression full of command. "Stay still," Draco muttered, his voice low but firm.

Harry nodded, his body trembling as he kept his gaze locked on Draco's, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the tension between them thick enough to cut through. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his skin flushed with arousal and nerves.

And then, it happened.

The warmth of Draco's release hit Harry's skin, the sensation strange and overwhelming as it trickled down his chest, his stomach, his thighs. Harry gasped, his body jerking slightly at the unfamiliar sensation, but he didn't move. He stayed exactly where Draco had positioned him, his head tilted back, his eyes half-lidded with a mix of submission and desire.

The warmth spread over him, coating his skin, and Harry's entire body trembled with the intensity of it. The intimacy of the moment, the sheer vulnerability, made his heart race. He had never done anything like this before, but the trust between him and Draco—the knowledge that Draco would never do anything to hurt him—kept him grounded.

Draco's breath came in short, ragged gasps as he finished, his gaze never leaving Harry's. There was a look of pure satisfaction on Draco's face, his eyes gleaming with dark, possessive desire as he looked down at Harry, who was now drenched in his release.

"Fuck," Draco muttered, his voice low and rough as he reached down, his fingers sliding through the wetness on Harry's skin. "You look so fucking good like this."

Harry's breath hitched at Draco's words, his body trembling as Draco's fingers trailed over his chest, smearing the wetness over his skin. The intimacy of it—the sheer intensity of the act—sent a jolt of arousal through Harry's body, and he could feel his cock twitching with need, aching for release.

Draco's smirk widened as he saw Harry's reaction, his hand sliding down to grip Harry's cock, stroking him slowly, teasingly. "You like this, don't you?" Draco muttered, his voice full of dark amusement as his hand moved with deliberate precision. "You like being covered in me."

Harry groaned, his head falling forward slightly as he pressed into Draco's touch, his body trembling with the force of his arousal. "Yes," Harry gasped, his voice thick with desperation. "I—I love it."

Draco's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he stroked Harry harder, his grip tightening around Harry's cock as he brought him closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me," Draco growled softly, his voice commanding as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Harry's ear. "I want you to come while you're covered in me."

Harry's entire body tensed at Draco's words, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. The sensation of Draco's hand on his cock, the warmth of Draco's release still slick on his skin, was too much.

With a loud, broken moan, Harry came, his release spilling over Draco's hand as his entire body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm. His knees buckled beneath him, but Draco was there, catching him, holding him steady as the pleasure washed over him.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting, their bodies trembling with the aftermath of their release. Draco's hand slid gently over Harry's skin, his touch softer now, almost reverent, as he pulled Harry into his arms, holding him close.

"You did so well," Draco whispered, his voice full of affection as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Harry's head. "I'm so proud of you."

Harry's breath came in slow, uneven bursts as he rested his head against Draco's chest, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of the experience. But despite the exhaustion, there was a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

"I trust you," Harry whispered, his voice soft but full of conviction.

Draco's arms tightened around him, and for a moment, neither of them spoke, the intimacy of the moment settling over them like a blanket.

"I know," Draco murmured, his voice full of warmth. "And I'll never take that for granted."