And One To Grow On, Harry/Draco, NC-17.

Title: And One To Grow On Author: VelvetBlood Rating: NC-17 Summary: Draco's turning twenty-four, and Harry's dying to give him a taste of Muggle tradition. Submission for the Happy Kinky Birthday, Draco! Fest over at serpentinelion. Disclaimer: All rights deserved to J.K. Rowling. Warnings: Spanking, sex toys. ****** Draco's birthday party was smashing, if he did say so himself. Of course, it could be largely due to the fact that he was smashed himself, but he thought that was irrelevant in the matter. He smiled, his face feeling pleasantly warm and numb as he did. He knew that his cheeks must be an alarming shade of pink. He spotted Blaise in the corner attempting to seduce Ginny Weasley, who seemed at once uninterested and coyly receptive. It was a damnable trick women employed to string suitors along while they soaked up the attention until they were ready to throw them a bone. Draco counted himself quite fortuitously immune. His current cohort in imperviousness to breasts joined him, pressing heavily against his side as he chortled drunkenly into his ear. Draco turned and placed a sloppy kiss against Harry Potter's lightly-stubbled cheek, grinning at the glistening imprint of his lips he left behind. "Three cheers for the birthday boy!" Harry roared, raising his glass and draining it. Raucous encouragement rose to meet the demand, and Draco laughed, leaning back against Harry's chest and savoring the moment for all it was worth. Harry set his glass down on a table with a loud thunk and curled his hands possessively over Draco's hips, leaning his head on his shoulder to look at the guests gathered in their living room. "And! In keeping with tradition, he must receive his birthday whacks, as well!" Cheers rose up again, louder than the last, and Draco only had a moment to frown in slowwitted astonishment before he was pressed forward and bent over their sofa by Harry. He started to rise and turn, but he was shoved back into place and a sharp stinging sensation flooded across his backside. He yelped and jerked under Harry's weight. "One!" Harry cried triumphantly. "Get off of me!" Draco ordered indignantly, struggling under Harry in embarrassment and anger. He received another blow, this one landing smartly across his left cheek with a loud crack that made the entire room erupt in cat calls and whoops. "Two!" Harry laughed to his audience. "Stop it!" Draco shouted, kicking at Harry's shins and twisting under him so that he faced him. Harry blinked down at him drunkenly, confused, before Draco planted his palms on his lover's chest and shoved. Harry stumbled back into the end table and the clinking, shattering sound of

breaking glass put a wet blanket on the jovial mood. The entire room fell silent except for Draco's harsh breathing as he glared at his stunned boyfriend. "What's wrong with you?" Harry asked, stepping closer. Without a word, Draco turned on his heel and stalked from the room. He ignored the sound of his name being called, pleas for him to come back and join his friends. The door to his and Harry's bedroom slammed shut behind him with a satisfying finality. Draco knew he was being a drama queen. He also knew that he was good at it. *** Draco stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of scented steam, a towel tied around his hips. He paused to glare at Harry, who was seated in one of the armchairs by the window wearing a tartan bathrobe, reading a long roll of parchment with an official Ministry seal. Draco looked at the door, which was still locked from the inside. Harry must have Apparated in. Narrowing his eyes and huffing through his nose, Draco walked right over to his boyfriend until he was standing over him in what he hoped was an intimidating manner. Placing a hand on one hip, he glared at the top of Harry's shaggy black head. "Stop pretending to be working. I want to talk to you," he said. Harry's shoulders rose and fell once, and then he placed the parchment on the floor off to one side. "What you did tonight was unaccepta-" Draco's would-be speech ended in a yelp as Harry's left hand abruptly seized his wrist and yanked him down. He landed ungracefully and painfully across Harry's lap, his thighs and forearms digging into the arms of the chair. He began to struggle to right himself, but a cold, vice-like pinch on his wrists and ankles prevented him from doing so. He looked down at his hands and saw manacles fastened over his wrists and connected by chains to the legs of the chair. "What the hell?" Draco asked furiously. Harry didn't respond. Instead, he whipped Draco's towel off and threw it aside, reaching under the chair for something that Draco couldn't see. When he straightened, a blunt pressure pushed between the cheeks of his ass and Draco made a high-pitched, startled noise and lurched against his bonds. "What the bleeding fuck, Potter?" he screeched, struggling furiously and banging his knees smartly for his efforts. The pressure increased, the first inch of something cool and hard sliding so easily into Draco that he knew it must be lubricated. He clamped down hard, refusing entrance, his breathing fast and panicked. Everything was happening so quickly, he couldn't make heads or tails of just what was going on. He felt Harry's hand twist and suddenly the thing pressing into him

began to vibrate. Draco's breath left him in a shuddering rush, and Harry shoved the vibrator the rest of the way in, giving Draco no time to adjust. He cried out and arched away from it, but Harry's thighs prevented him from getting far. "Harry-" he tried, his hands clenching at the sudden and unexpected sensation. Draco felt Harry reach to the floor again. He felt something slide around his thighs, heard the sound of snaps clicking shut, his flesh squeezed together and lifted as a harness was settled into place to hold the vibrator inside of him. "Oh, dear, sweet Merlin..." Draco groaned. But Harry wasn't finished yet, and he lifted Draco's hips to slide one arm beneath him so he could wrap a hand around his hardening cock. Draco moaned quietly and bit his lip, thinking that this must be an apology. Harry meant to toss him of with a vibrator wedged firmly and quite pleasantly up his arse. He shivered when Harry's fingers brushed behind his balls, lifting them and rolling them in his palm. Draco heard another snickety-click, and felt a strange, tight presence underneath his scrotum. He jerked up, was brought up short by the manacles, and whipped his head around to stare awkwardly over his shoulder. "What was that?" he demanded. Harry ignored him and Draco felt him slide his fingers around his semi-hard cock, pulling something taut at the base and snapping it closed. He removed his hand and slid his arm back out from under Draco to press against the small of his back, settling him back down into his lap. Draco's cock and balls flooded with sudden pressure. He squirmed uncomfortably and sucked in a gasp, realizing what Harry had done. He'd put a bloody cock ring on him. Sudden apprehension filled him, and Draco fought to keep his breathing under control. He was trembling, uncertainty mingling with pleasure as the vibrator continued to tease him. Harry rubbed slow circles over his back and shoulders, every so often dipping down to smooth a palm over the curve of his ass. "Harry?" Draco asked quietly. "Yes?" Harry finally answered. "What are you doing?" "The same thing I was trying to do earlier, before you stormed off," Harry replied. Oh, fuck no. Draco told him as much. Harry laughed.

"You're twenty-four today, aren't you? You've already had two, so that leaves twenty-two more to go." The hand gliding over his backside suddenly vanished and Draco could only wait helplessly before the first slap fell. He cried out, twisting his hips and flailing his trapped limbs. The blows came quickly, sharp and stinging. Harry counted them out loud, his voice raised to carry over the loud cracks of his palm. Each one caused Draco's muscles to clamp down around the vibrator, intensifying the sensation. Draco gritted his teeth, his body taut and shaking at the twin assaults. The flesh of his buttocks felt hot and raw, each clap of Harry's hand igniting it anew. Draco's hips jerked with the blows, away from them, into them, his cock rubbing against Harry's thighs, mussing his robe. The pressure in his groin was strong and building, the cock ring clamping his balls just this side of painful. "Twenty-one!" Harry called, and Draco let out a nearly-hysterical laugh of relief. He took his time with the last one, trailing his hand over Draco's tingling bottom. Draco lay there, anticipating, hard and wanting and humiliated. He felt the precise moment Harry drew his hand away, and he imagined him pulling his arm back, way back, readying for the hardest blow of all... When the last slap came, it was carefully aimed to land right on the butt end of the vibrator, shoving it in even deeper. Draco cried out hoarsely, and knew that if it weren't for the cock ring, he would have come right then. He waited for Harry to spell the manacles off, considering his spanking over. Instead, he felt the snaps of the harness over the vibrator giving way as Harry pulled it off and threw it away to one side. Fingers pried Draco's cheeks apart, and Harry took the end of the toy in between his thumb and curled forefinger. Draco held his breath as the vibrator was pulled slowly out of him, and then gasped and jerked when it was shoved back in. "Harry! God..." Harry fucked him with the vibrator, alternating between thrusting it in and out and swirling it around inside of him, making his toes curl and his breath stutter in his lungs. Trembling violently, Draco humped unabashedly into Harry's lap, his voice breaking over cries and pleas for release. He nearly sobbed in relief when he felt Harry's hand duck under his hips. He whimpered encouragement, pumping his slippery cock into the circle of Harry's fingers. He hissed when Harry hooked a finger under the snaps of the cock ring, but not yet releasing it. Draco pressed his face into the arm of the chair, the fabric damp with sweat and moisture from his panting breaths. Harry suddenly twisted the end of the vibrator again, upping the intensity of the vibration. Draco shouted something incoherent and then scrabbled at the sides of the chair with his fingernails when Harry viciously pressed the vibrator into his prostate and held it there. "Please! Oh fuck, Harry, please!"

The finger between his balls and the cock ring twisted, the snaps came undone, and Harry pumped his fist over Draco's cock just as Draco started screaming. Thick, hot pulses of come that felt like they clawed their way out of him turned his stomach into a slippery mess. When the final throbs in his cock died out, Harry flicked the vibrator off, pulling it out and dropping it over the edge of the chair with a heavy thud. Draco opened his eyes and sighed. His vision had gone dark at the edges, and it took several deep breaths before it finally cleared. Harry muttered some spell and Draco felt the cold bite of the manacles drop from his extremities, which felt as heavy and useless as lead. Harry tugged him up gently to kneel over him in the chair, and Draco snuggled close, his head lolling onto Harry's shoulder. Hands on his hips pulled him up further, and Draco obeyed contentedly, resting his arms on the back of the chair above Harry's head. Sudden, intense sensation flooded his groin and Draco yelped, jerking his head down to see his softening cock in Harry's mouth. Mush-mouthed pleas tumbled from his lips, and Draco tried to pull away, his spent cock sending shock waves of pleasure/pain up his spine. Harry held him tightly, one arm curled behind his thighs, the other locked around the small of his back. He licked Draco's cock clean and then sucked it leisurely back into his mouth, bobbing his head slowly. Draco's back bowed as he sobbed, cheeks wet with tears and apple red. The torturously intense sensation radiating out from his overstimulated cock reducing him to a writhing, twitching wreck. Harry didn't give him a chance to recover. He sucked him to full hardness and then some, gave his cock one, long, final slurp and then pulled Draco back down into his lap. He had pushed away the folds of his robe, one hand wrapped around his own cock, holding it rigid. Draco could take a hint, and positioned himself so that he impaled his already stretched and lubricated arsehole perfectly. Harry groaned loudly. Draco lifted himself back up and dropped slowly down, taking as much into him as he could. Harry's eyes were screwed tightly shut, and Draco watched his facial muscles clench and relax as he rode him at a leisurely pace. Suddenly, Draco found himself uprooted from his kneeling position, suspended in the air for one dizzying moment, and then shoved onto his back in the seat of the chair. Harry's eyes were open, blazing down into his with a startling intensity. Draco lifted his legs and rested his calves on Harry's shoulders, allowing himself to be bent in half, his still-stinging ass rubbing against the rough fabric of the armchair and making him wince and bite his lip. Harry fucked him so hard that the chair rocked and skidded on the carpeted floor. Draco's body ached pleasantly, one solid mass of knotted muscle and abused flesh. His cock, nearly purple, bounced heavily against his abdomen and Draco knew with surprised certainty that he'd come again. He took himself in hand, jerking erratically as Harry rutted into him, hips snapping with enough force to bruise. His thrusts turned shallow and uneven before he came, pressing deep inside Draco, as far as he could go. Draco squeezed the head of his own cock so hard that he imagined it would pop off and came for the second time, twitching and gasping. Shifting uncomfortably, Draco arched his back away from the chair, his arse suddenly far too sensitive to allow even the most minute of touches. Harry hummed happily and pulled Draco closer to him, lifting him and carrying them both over to the bed. Draco stretched out gratefully on his stomach, careful to avoid crushing his poor, exhausted cock under his

weight. The sheets felt blessedly cool, and he groaned in relief. He felt the bed dip next to him, and the thought formed in his muddled mind that he should be angry right now. "Why did you do that?" he asked. "S'tradition," was all that Harry mumbled in response. "Why'd you get so angry?" Draco turned his face toward Harry, meeting his drowsy gaze. "Spanking has always been a private fantasy of mine. I knew I'd... I didn't want to get all worked up in front of our friends." Harry laughed softly and stretched an arm across the bed to twine his fingers his Draco's. Draco smiled and let languor settle over him. "I'll be twenty-five next year," he remarked sleepily. "I'll buy a bigger vibrator, then," Harry told him, and Draco could hear the grin in his voice. "Prat," he accused, and then yawned. "You're healing my arse tomorrow." As Draco slipped into a deep and thoroughly earned sleep, he figured that some Muggle traditions weren't all that bad, after all. ******