Day 2 – Handcuffs

Day 2 – Handcuffs

The metallic click of the handcuffs locking around Draco's wrists sent a jolt of excitement down Harry's spine. He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at Draco, who was lying spread out beneath him, wrists shackled to the headboard. The silver cuffs gleamed in the low light of the room, enchanted to ensure that even Draco's magic couldn't break them.

Draco's eyes were half-lidded, his breathing already quickened as he tested the restraints. His fingers twitched, tugging slightly against the cold metal, but the cuffs held firm. His pale skin contrasted starkly against the dark sheets, and Harry couldn't help but drink in the sight of him—so controlled, so powerful usually, but now, completely at his mercy.

Harry's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. This was what Draco had been asking for, hadn't he? A night where Harry took control, where he played the role of the dominant, leaving Draco no choice but to submit.

"You look good like this," Harry said, his voice low, the words sending a shiver through Draco's body. He reached down, trailing his fingers along the smooth planes of Draco's chest, watching as Draco's muscles tensed under his touch. "Tied up, helpless."

Draco smirked, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes—anticipation, maybe. "I'm far from helpless, Potter," he drawled, though his voice carried a tremor of excitement. "These cuffs won't hold me forever."

Harry leaned down, his face inches from Draco's, his breath hot against Draco's lips. "That's where you're wrong," Harry murmured, his hand pressing against Draco's chest, pinning him down. "Tonight, I'm in charge. And you'll do exactly what I say."

Draco's smirk faltered, just for a moment, his eyes darkening with desire. He pulled lightly at the cuffs again, testing them, and when they didn't give, a low groan escaped him. "You think you can handle me, Potter?"

Harry's smile widened as he slid his hand lower, his fingers brushing teasingly over Draco's abdomen. "Oh, I know I can."

He moved with deliberate slowness, letting his hands trace a path down Draco's body, taking his time, making sure Draco felt every touch. Harry's fingers grazed Draco's hips, then lower, just barely brushing against Draco's cock before pulling away again. Draco's breath hitched, his muscles tensing as he instinctively tried to buck his hips, but the cuffs kept him in place.

"Patience," Harry whispered, his voice soft but commanding as he settled himself between Draco's legs. "You don't get to decide what happens tonight. That's my job."

Draco's eyes gleamed with frustration and something else, something darker and more thrilling. He tugged again at the cuffs, harder this time, but they held firm. Harry watched the slight flicker of uncertainty cross Draco's face, and the sight of it sent a thrill through him. Draco wasn't used to being out of control—not like this. And that made Harry want to push him even further.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Harry murmured, his hands now sliding up Draco's thighs, pushing them apart as he positioned himself closer. "Being tied up, completely at my mercy."

Draco's chest rose and fell with deep breaths, his skin flushed, his gaze fixed on Harry's every move. "I wouldn't call this completely at your mercy," Draco said, though the rasp in his voice betrayed him.

Harry's eyes darkened with intent, his lips curling into a smirk. "Let's change that, then."

With a flick of his wand, Harry summoned a blindfold, black and sleek. Draco's eyes widened slightly as he saw it, but he didn't say a word. Harry leaned over him, brushing his lips against Draco's ear as he whispered, "You won't be able to see what I'm going to do next."

Draco's breath hitched, and Harry could feel the tension radiating off him as he secured the blindfold over Draco's eyes, plunging him into darkness. Without sight, Draco was left with nothing but his other senses to rely on, and Harry knew exactly how to exploit that vulnerability.

"Now you're really helpless," Harry whispered, his voice soft but dripping with power. "Now, you're mine."

Draco's lips parted, but no sound came out, his chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation. Harry's hands moved with purpose, sliding down Draco's body, fingertips ghosting over his skin, just light enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. The softest touches, designed to drive Draco mad, to make him crave more.

Harry trailed his fingers over Draco's nipples, brushing against them lightly before pinching them, hard enough to make Draco suck in a sharp breath. Draco arched into the touch, a low groan escaping his throat, but Harry's hand moved away before Draco could get the satisfaction he needed.

"You like that?" Harry asked, his voice low, teasing. "You want more?"

Draco's jaw clenched, his body trembling under Harry's touch. "Just—fuck—stop teasing."

Harry chuckled darkly, his fingers grazing lower, tracing the line of Draco's hip bones. "Oh, I don't think so. You need to earn it."

Draco's body tensed, his breath catching at the low command in Harry's voice. Even cuffed and restrained, Draco's instincts flared, wanting to push back, to take some control, but Harry wasn't going to let him off that easily. Tonight, Draco was going to do things on Harry's terms.

Harry's hands trailed up to the cuffs, fingers brushing over Draco's taut wrists for a moment before moving to Draco's chin, tilting his face upwards. "You want to come?" Harry asked softly, his voice a low growl. "Then you'll have to show me how much you want it."

Before Draco could respond, Harry slid off the bed, standing at the side as he undid the front of his trousers. His cock was already hard, throbbing, and he knew exactly what he wanted. Draco's lips parted slightly, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Harry approached the bed again, now fully exposed.

"Open your mouth," Harry commanded, the authority in his voice leaving no room for argument.

Draco's lips curled into a smirk, even though his body trembled with desire. "So I have to work for it, Potter?" he drawled, his voice raspy but teasing. Still, he complied, parting his lips wider, his tongue flicking out to moisten them as Harry stepped closer.

Harry's hand slid into Draco's hair, gripping it firmly but not painfully, and without another word, he guided his cock to Draco's mouth. Draco's breath hitched, but he kept his gaze steady, his eyes hidden behind the blindfold, though Harry could feel the tension in him. Slowly, deliberately, Harry pressed the head of his cock against Draco's lips.

"Suck it," Harry ordered, his voice firm, almost dangerous. "And do it properly."

Draco didn't hesitate this time. He wrapped his lips around Harry's cock, taking him in with a slow, teasing swirl of his tongue. Harry's hand tightened in Draco's hair as Draco sucked him in deeper, the wet heat of his mouth sending a surge of pleasure up Harry's spine. Draco's tongue worked expertly, flicking over the sensitive head, his lips tightening around Harry's shaft as he took him further, inch by inch.

"Fuck—Draco," Harry groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly as the intensity of Draco's mouth overwhelmed him. Draco hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through Harry's body. Draco's lips slid down Harry's length, his throat relaxing as he took Harry even deeper, sucking harder, his tongue tracing every vein, every inch of Harry's cock.

Draco was good—too good. His mouth was relentless, and Harry's breath came faster, his control slipping as Draco took him deeper, the wet, obscene sounds of Draco's mouth working him filling the room. Harry's grip tightened in Draco's hair, guiding him, fucking into his mouth just enough to let Draco know who was in charge.

"You're going to earn it," Harry muttered, his voice rough as he thrust into Draco's mouth again, groaning as Draco swallowed around him, his lips stretched tight around Harry's length. "You're going to make me come, and then—maybe—I'll let you have your turn."

Draco groaned around Harry's cock, his tongue moving faster now, working Harry with that perfect combination of pressure and heat that had Harry's body trembling, his control slipping with every passing second.

Harry's hips bucked forward, his cock sliding deeper into Draco's throat, and Draco didn't falter, didn't pull back. Instead, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, his throat tightening around Harry in a way that made Harry groan, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built, faster, more intense with each movement of Draco's mouth.

"Fuck—Draco," Harry gasped, his hips jerking forward again, his grip in Draco's hair pulling tighter as he felt himself teetering on the edge. "You're going to make me—"

But Harry didn't finish the sentence. With a broken moan, he came, his release hitting him hard as Draco swallowed around him, taking everything Harry had to give, his lips never faltering as he worked Harry through the waves of his orgasm. Harry's body trembled, his knees nearly buckling as the pleasure overwhelmed him, his mind going blank with the intensity of it.

For a long moment, Harry stayed like that, his cock still in Draco's mouth, his body shaking from the force of his release. Slowly, he pulled back, his breath still ragged, his hand loosening its grip in Draco's hair. Draco's lips released him with a soft pop, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps, his chest heaving with effort, though there was a smirk on his face.

Harry stood there for a moment, catching his breath, watching Draco, who was still tied to the bed, blindfolded, his lips swollen from the effort, his cock hard and leaking between his legs.

"Now," Harry murmured, his voice low, dangerous, "it's your turn."

Without another word, Harry crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself between Draco's legs. His hands slid down Draco's thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned in, his breath hot against Draco's cock. Draco let out a soft gasp, his body trembling with anticipation, but he said nothing, waiting, straining against the cuffs.

Harry wrapped his hand around the base of Draco's cock, squeezing just enough to make Draco's hips jerk. "I told you," Harry whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Draco's inner thigh. "You have to earn it."

And then, without warning, Harry's mouth was on him.

Draco's head fell back against the pillow with a loud, choked moan as Harry's lips wrapped around his cock, taking him in deep, his tongue swirling over the head before sliding lower, sucking him in slowly. Harry's mouth was hot, wet, and Draco's entire body trembled as Harry took him deeper, his lips sliding down Draco's shaft with a deliberate, teasing slowness.

"Fuck—Harry—" Draco gasped, his wrists straining against the cuffs again, his hips jerking involuntarily as Harry's mouth worked him. The slow, torturous pace was maddening, the heat of Harry's mouth combined with the deliberate, teasing movements making Draco's body tremble with the effort of holding on.

Harry's lips curled into a smile around Draco's cock as he took him deeper, his tongue tracing every inch, every vein, his mouth working Draco with maddening precision. Harry's hand slid down, cupping Draco's balls, rolling them gently in his palm as his mouth moved faster, taking Draco deeper with every stroke.

Draco groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Harry's mouth slid up and down his length, his lips tightening around him, sucking harder. The heat of Harry's mouth, the slick wetness of it, was overwhelming, and Draco could feel himself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building, higher and higher with each movement of Harry's tongue.

"Please—" Draco gasped, his hips bucking up into Harry's mouth, desperate for more. "Please—fuck—don't stop—"

Harry didn't stop. If anything, he went harder, deeper, taking Draco's cock into his throat, his mouth working Draco with a slow, deliberate intensity that had Draco shaking, trembling with the need to come. Harry's hand tightened around the base of Draco's cock, squeezing just enough to keep Draco on edge, just enough to make him gasp, his entire body taut with anticipation.

And then, with one slow, deliberate motion, Harry took Draco all the way in, deep-throating him completely, his nose brushing against Draco's abdomen as he swallowed around him, his throat tightening, his tongue moving in perfect, maddening rhythm.

That was all it took.

With a loud, broken moan, Draco came, his entire body trembling as his release hit him, hard and fast, his cock pulsing in Harry's mouth. Harry didn't pull back, didn't stop—he took everything Draco gave him, swallowing every last drop as Draco's body shuddered violently, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

When it was over, Harry finally pulled back, licking his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Draco lay there, panting, trembling, completely spent.

Harry leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Draco's lips. "Good boy," he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

Draco didn't have the strength to respond. He was too busy trying to remember how to breathe.