Day 1 – Magic Bondage
Harry's arms strained against invisible bindings, his wrists pinned above his head, completely immobile, held in place by a spell Draco had whispered just moments ago. His legs were similarly spread wide, kept apart by the same unseen force, his body laid out on the soft bed, exposed, vulnerable. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on his skin, his heart racing as he fought against the magical restraints, knowing it was futile.
Draco stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched Harry struggle. He was still fully dressed, his perfectly tailored robes draped over his sharp frame, his blonde hair slightly tousled from the earlier exchange of heated kisses.
Harry's breath hitched as Draco lazily trailed his wand across his chest, the magic sparking softly against his skin, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He could feel the magic holding him down, could feel the weight of it pressing him into the bed, but it wasn't enough to stop the burning need building inside him.
"Impatient, are we?" Draco's voice was a soft purr, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as he watched Harry's chest rise and fall with shallow, desperate breaths.
Harry glared up at him, his body already aching with need. "Draco—"
Draco tutted, shaking his head. "None of that, Potter," he said, his voice deceptively soft. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Harry's neck, his lips barely brushing Harry's skin. "You're not in control tonight."
Harry's body trembled, his breath catching in his throat as Draco's hand traced a slow, deliberate path down his chest, teasing, but never giving enough. "You always have to make everything a game," Harry muttered, his voice hoarse, his frustration obvious. "Just—do something."
Draco chuckled, his fingers dancing lower, just grazing the sensitive skin of Harry's abdomen. "Oh, I plan to," he said, his tone filled with promise. "But you'll have to be patient."
Before Harry could respond, he heard the clinking of ice. His eyes widened as Draco straightened, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he held up a single piece of ice between his fingers, the cold already visible in the soft light of the room.
The realization of what Draco intended sent a fresh wave of anticipation through Harry's body, his muscles tensing involuntarily against the magical restraints.
"Draco—" Harry began, but Draco was already moving.
The ice touched Harry's skin with a shocking coldness, placed directly on his collarbone. He sucked in a sharp breath, his body jerking slightly at the sudden contrast between the warmth of the room and the icy sensation now spreading across his skin. Draco didn't stop there—he trailed the ice down slowly, letting it melt as it slid across Harry's chest, leaving a wet, glistening trail in its wake.
The cold was sharp, almost painful, but mixed with the heat of Draco's proximity, the sensation became something entirely different. It was intoxicating, the sharp sting of the ice against his skin heightening every nerve, every sensation.
Draco's eyes were locked on Harry, watching the way Harry's body reacted to the torment, the way his muscles tensed and flexed under the restraints. "Still think I should hurry?" Draco asked, his voice low, teasing. The ice moved lower, tracing a line down the center of Harry's chest, stopping just before his navel.
Harry's breath came in ragged gasps, his mind spinning from the conflicting sensations. His wrists pulled against the invisible bonds, desperate to reach out, to touch Draco, to do anything other than lie there, helpless. "You—you bastard," Harry gasped, though his voice lacked any real heat. It was all frustration now, mixed with the overwhelming need building inside him.
Draco smiled, clearly enjoying the sight of Harry squirming beneath him. "You look good like this, Potter. Completely at my mercy." He circled the ice slowly around Harry's navel, watching the way Harry's body twitched in response, how his skin tightened with each touch.
The ice continued its slow, torturous path, now sliding over the line of Harry's hipbone, inching ever closer to where Harry wanted it most, but never quite reaching. Harry's cock throbbed painfully, aching for Draco's touch, but Draco seemed determined to take his time, to draw out every moment of Harry's desperation.
"Please," Harry growled, his voice rough, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. The ice was melting faster now, water pooling on Harry's skin as Draco moved it closer and closer to the base of Harry's cock, but still, he didn't touch. It was maddening, the cold mixed with the heat of his own need making every second feel like an eternity.
Draco raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. "Please what?" he asked, his voice a soft drawl as he finally—finally—let the ice slide lower, grazing the very base of Harry's cock, the cold sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through Harry's body.
Harry gasped, his back arching off the bed, his wrists pulling harder against the magical restraints. "Just—fuck—just do something!"
Draco's smile widened, and for a moment, Harry thought he'd won. But Draco pulled the ice away, leaving Harry's cock throbbing, untouched, the contrast between the cold and the heat driving him mad.
"Not yet," Draco murmured, his free hand now trailing over Harry's thigh, teasing, his fingers never quite reaching where Harry needed them most. "You haven't earned it."
"Draco—" Harry's voice was a strained, desperate plea now, his body trembling with the need for release. The frustration, the teasing, the cold—all of it was pushing him to the brink, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge.
But Draco wasn't done with him. He leaned down again, his lips brushing against Harry's ear as his hand—finally—wrapped around Harry's cock, the touch firm and deliberate, the cold from the ice still lingering on Draco's fingers. Harry let out a choked moan, his hips jerking up into Draco's hand, the pleasure overwhelming, the relief of finally being touched almost too much to bear.
Draco's strokes were slow, torturous, his fingers sliding up and down Harry's length with maddening precision, never quite fast enough, never quite enough pressure. The magical restraints kept Harry pinned in place, unable to move, unable to take control. His body was on fire, the teasing cold of the ice juxtaposed with the relentless heat building in his core. The tension in his muscles only added to his frustration, the need to touch Draco, to push back, driving him to the edge.
Harry growled low in his throat, his entire body trembling as Draco's hand finally stilled, pulling away just as Harry was on the verge of losing control.
"Don't stop—" Harry rasped, his voice rough with need. But Draco had no intention of giving him what he wanted. Not yet.
Draco leaned back, reaching for something on the nightstand. Harry couldn't see what it was, but he heard the unmistakable sound of a bottle being uncapped. The scent of something warm and spicy filled the air, and before Harry could fully process it, he felt Draco's hands on him again—slick, warm, and very different from the icy sensation that had been tormenting him just moments before.
Draco's fingers trailed down Harry's body, spreading the warming lube across Harry's skin with slow, deliberate movements. The contrast was immediate and intense. Where the ice had left Harry trembling with cold, the lube spread warmth in its wake, the heat building quickly, making his skin tingle and burn in the best possible way.
Harry's breath hitched as Draco's fingers slipped lower, tracing the sensitive skin between his thighs before pressing against his entrance. The warmth of the lube sent a jolt of pleasure through him, the sensation starkly different from the cold that had been driving him mad earlier. It was almost too much—the juxtaposition of heat and cold, of pleasure and denial, pushing Harry to his limit.
Draco's fingers moved with expert precision, slick and warm, teasing Harry with just the right amount of pressure as he prepared him. He worked slowly, his fingers sliding in and out, stretching Harry, making sure every touch was deliberate, measured. Harry's entire body trembled with the effort of holding on, his muscles taut, his mind spinning from the overwhelming sensations.
"Draco—please," Harry gasped, his head falling back against the pillows, his body arching off the bed in a desperate attempt to push back against Draco's touch. "I need—fuck, I need you."
Draco's smirk was audible in his voice. "Patience, Potter," he murmured, his breath hot against Harry's ear as he added another finger, stretching Harry further, the heat of the lube heightening the sensation. "I told you—you're not in control tonight."
Harry groaned, his body twitching as Draco's fingers brushed against that perfect spot inside him, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through him. "You're going to kill me," Harry muttered, though his voice was weak, trembling with need.
Draco laughed softly, pulling his fingers out slowly, leaving Harry feeling empty, desperate for more. "Not quite," Draco whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Harry's lips, his fingers trailing over Harry's chest as he positioned himself between Harry's legs. "But I'm going to make sure you remember this."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Draco's cock press against his entrance, slick and warm from the lube. The heat of it was almost overwhelming, especially after the icy torment from earlier. Harry's entire body tensed with anticipation, his breath catching in his throat as Draco pushed forward, the tip of his cock pressing inside.
The contrast of the warmth was immediate—where the cold ice had left Harry shivering, Draco's cock filled him with a deep, spreading heat, the lube enhancing the sensation, making every inch of Draco's slow, deliberate entry feel like fire.
"Fuck—" Harry gasped, his wrists straining against the invisible bonds as Draco sank deeper into him, stretching him, filling him completely. The warmth of the lube intensified the sensation, making Harry's skin tingle, his nerves alight with pleasure.
Draco's hands gripped Harry's hips, holding him steady as he pushed all the way in, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he fought to control himself. The feeling of Harry's body wrapped around him, tight and hot, was almost too much.
"You feel so fucking good," Draco growled, his voice rough with lust as he finally began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with a deep, deliberate stroke. The warm lube made each movement smooth, fluid, the heat spreading through both of them, making Harry's entire body feel like it was on fire.
Harry groaned, his body trembling as Draco set a slow, punishing rhythm, each thrust deep and precise, hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur. The warmth of the lube only added to the sensation, the slick heat making every movement more intense, every touch more electrifying.
"Faster," Harry gasped, his hips bucking up to meet Draco's thrusts, his entire body aching for more. "Please—Draco—"
Draco's grip tightened on Harry's hips, his pace quickening as he drove into Harry harder, his cock hitting that sweet spot again and again, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Harry's body. The bed creaked under the force of their movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, mingling with Harry's ragged moans and Draco's sharp gasps.
The magical restraints kept Harry pinned down, unable to move except to take what Draco was giving him. His body was taut, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding on as the pleasure built, higher and higher, threatening to overwhelm him. The heat from the lube, the friction of Draco's cock inside him—it was all too much.
"Fuck—Harry," Draco gasped, his pace becoming more erratic, more desperate as he thrust into Harry with increasing urgency. "You're—so fucking—tight."
Harry's head fell back, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling violently with the need for release. "Draco—I'm—" His words broke off into a choked moan as Draco's hand suddenly wrapped around his cock, the slick heat of the lube making the touch almost unbearable.
Draco stroked him in time with his thrusts, his grip firm, his strokes rough and fast. The combined sensation of Draco's cock inside him, stretching him, and the tight, slick pressure of Draco's hand on his cock was too much. Harry's entire body tensed, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the orgasm building, the heat coiling tight in his belly, ready to snap.
"Come for me," Draco growled, his voice rough with need as his thrusts became harder, faster, driving Harry closer and closer to the edge. "Now."
It was all Harry needed. With a broken, desperate cry, his body convulsed, the orgasm crashing through him with a force that left him breathless, his release spilling over Draco's hand as his body trembled uncontrollably. The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming, his vision going white as the warmth spread through him, leaving him shaking and spent.
Draco wasn't far behind. With a few more rough, erratic thrusts, he groaned deeply, his grip on Harry's hips tightening as he came, his body trembling as he spilled inside Harry, the warmth of the lube only amplifying the sensation.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, both of them panting, gasping for breath as the aftershocks of their orgasms left them trembling, spent. Draco slowly pulled out, collapsing beside Harry on the bed, his breath still uneven, his body still trembling slightly.
Harry lay there, still restrained, his body limp and exhausted, but completely sated.
Draco finally muttered the counter-spell, releasing Harry from the magical bindings. Harry's arms fell to his sides, aching and sore, but he barely registered it as he turned to look at Draco, who was watching him with a small, satisfied smile.
"You're—" Harry began, still breathless, his chest heaving. "You're completely insane."