Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: kabal42
From: A Witty Watcher: venus_in_furs

Title: The Last Gift
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Established relationship, BDSM, love and respect.
Other Warnings:
Word Count: 1074
Summary/Description: Harry's Pet has a very special gift for him at Christmas.
Author's Notes: My first attempt at this pairing. I had a lot of fun writing this. Got bunnied by reading the prompt and had to claim it.



Finally, Christmas was over for another year, or almost. The children were in bed, so were the rest of the visiting family. Harry and Draco were sitting by the fire, just enjoying the rest of the evening and, Harry knew, one more gift was forthcoming.

Harry smiled down at Draco, kneeling at his feet. He'd already cast the silencing charm, and no one would get near this room without them knowing well in advance. "Such a good Pet, you've been wonderful today," he said, stroking Draco's soft hair.

It had taken them a while to realise what kind of relationship they wanted. To start with, after they'd realised they wanted a relationship with each other (and Harry really preferred not to think about before then regarding Draco unless it was necessary), they'd worked their way through being together, because neither of them had had experience with a lover of the same sex. It had been fun, and awkward, and at times incredibly hot and sweet, finding out what each other liked and needed. And Harry had realised that Draco preferred Harry to take the lead in bed fairly quickly, though he could certainly choose his times to pounce on Harry as well.

Oddly, it had been a time when Draco was buried deeply in Harry, fucking him over the back of the sofa (they hadn't even been able to make it to the bedroom) when the dynamic had made itself known. Harry still remembered his murmur as he'd looked in the mirror on the wall at Draco fucking him. "You look like such a slut right now," he'd moaned out in the throes of his passion.

"Your slut," Draco had moaned, and Harry had felt a stab of... he didn't even know what it was then, but he knew he wanted to hear that again. And again.

Half-remembered stories that led to visits to a few very... interesting Muggle shops, and Harry had enough information to bring things up to Draco. Several years of working out their kinks, realising that Draco was pretty much a submissive, though he had times he loved to dominate Harry, and they were at a really good place in their lives. Draco wore Harry's collar, and Harry wore the key around his neck.

Still, it was Harry who was waiting to find out what the last Christmas gift was. Though it had been purchased under his order, he had no idea what it was. He'd asked Draco to go out and buy something new for them to use together, it could be Muggle or Wizard in origin. All it had to be was something new to them. It might be something they'd discussed a hundred times, or something Harry hadn't come across in his research. There would be no penalty if it didn't work for them, just that if it did, Harry was planning to give Draco something he never usually did without a great deal of begging from Draco.

"Are you ready for the last gift, Master?" Draco asked, quietly, looking up at Harry.

"Yes," Harry said. He watched as Draco crawled over to the tree, picking up the last box that lay under it. The wrapping gave no hint as to what was inside it. He looked down as Draco placed it on his lap.

"I hope you'll like it, Master," Draco said, and lowered his eyes.

Harry unwrapped the box slowly, putting the paper aside, then lifting the lid of the box. He smiled. "Well, Pet, I must say I didn't expect this..." he said. His green eyes glowed as he lifted out the items in the box. "And I like them..." he let the thin leather strap move through his fingers. "For your pretty cock, yes, Pet?"

Draco nodded.

Harry lifted out the riding crop. "This is different," he said. It was silver, made of some very light metal. Harry knew it was from the Wizarding World, only because it felt different to any Muggle metal he knew. The small leather lash dangled from it, and he stroked the lash over Draco's cheek. "You've chosen well, Pet. I knew you would." He leaned down to kiss Draco gently.

"Thank you, Master," Draco returned the kiss, then waited for Harry's orders.

"Hands and knees, in front of the fire, beautiful," Harry said. "I think we need to test out these lovely toys."

"Yes, Master," Draco got into position on the rug in front of the fireplace. Harry waved his wand and the leather coiled around Draco's cock, binding it into place. He smiled as he watched his pet shiver.

"You look beautiful," Harry said. He stood behind Draco and let the crop fall, striking across the curve of Draco's beautiful arse. The moan from Draco's throat was as gorgeous as the stripe of red on his skin. Harry continued to strike, carefully, the aesthetic almost as important as the pleasure/pain. Soon Draco was moaning, his cock dripping pre-come, his ass a beautiful shade of red. Harry stopped then, his pet was exactly as he wanted him.

"More... please, Master," Draco whimpered. "I need more..."

Harry smiled and he knelt behind his pet. He kissed the warm flesh, his lips trailing over the welts the crop had left. He licked a stripe from Draco's balls to his spine, stopping for a long time to dip his tongue into Draco's hole, then back down, stopping and swirling his tongue around and inside, fucking Draco with his tongue.

Draco was shuddering and Harry knew the only thing keeping him upright was willpower, and the only thing keeping him from coming was the leather binding on his cock. Now was not the time for elaborate prep, and Harry moved back, casting another spell that left Draco's hole gleaming with lubricant.

Harry stroked some slick onto his own cock, knowing Draco liked his moan when he prepared himself, and then he slid deep inside Draco, fucking him hard, listening to his gorgeous sounds as he made some of his own, until they cried out, first Harry, then Draco after Harry loosened his binding. They fell together in a pile of satiated happiness, Harry holding Draco in his arms, as they caught their breath.

There would be spell removal, and all the minutiae of getting up to bed, but right now, all Harry wanted to do was hold Draco and whisper how much he loved him. Everything else could wait.