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[FIC] The Jealous Tie: Harry/Draco
Originally Posted Here on 23 August 2006

Title: The Jealous Tie
Recipient: ficlette
Author: fiona_fawkes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,650 words
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: post-Hogwarts, established relationship, very mild breath play
Author's Notes: Written for ficlette, aka chemxalromance. Your kinks were kind of fun to play with and I added in a bonus one for you. I do hope you enjoy. A big thank you to my beta who must not be named.
Summary: Draco has this thing about sharing his Harry – and the thing is, Draco doesn't like to share. As it turns out, neither does his Harry.



It was Harry's favorite tie - the dark blue one with the fine silver threads woven into it. It was Draco's tie, actually; one that he'd brought back from a business trip to Milan. Despite how beautiful the tie was, Draco rarely wore it. Harry had convinced himself that Draco actually did this on purpose.

The tie had first appeared at Ron's wedding, back when Harry and Draco had only been dating for a few months. Draco was pissed that he had been forced to sit in the back row during the services while Harry stood up in front with Ron. Draco insisted that everyone in the room was staring at Harry's arse in the tailored black slacks that Draco had helped him pick out. Harry had tried to tell Draco that he was just imagining things, but he wouldn't hear of it. Instead, he'd spent the entire ceremony sitting in the back of the church, arms crossed and a sour look on his face.

Of course, Draco had also stolen Harry right out of the receiving line, dragging him into the nearest broom closet for a knee-buckling blow job. Harry smiled at the memory of attempting to explain to Hermione just how the best man had ended up with floor wax on the seat of his new trousers.

Then there was the time that Harry had been promoted at work, earning him his first ever secretary. Were Harry a straight man, he surely would have been more appreciative of Becky's honey-blonde curls and many talents. But as it were, she was just an annoyingly persistent fangirl that always seemed to go deaf whenever Harry tried to explain that he was seeing someone. She'd came back early from her lunch break and walked into Harry's office unannounced, only to find him butt naked and bent over his own desk. Draco was fucking him hard from behind. He had looped the tie around Harry's neck and was holding it as if it were a set of reins.

Becky quit that very afternoon.

So when Harry walked into their bedroom and saw that blue tie lying out on top of Draco's dinner jacket, he just knew that something had to be up.

"You had better hurry up, Harry." Draco had walked out of the bathroom, looking down as he buttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt. "You need to comb your hair so we can go," he said as he walked passed Harry without looking up. "Pansy was expecting us twenty minutes ago."

Harry peaked into the bathroom mirror long enough to hastily run his fingers through his hair before reaching for his own jacket. He only managed to get it half way on, though, before something stopped Harry in his tracks. Draco was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the back of their closet door. His back was to Harry, and he had his collar was turned up as he put on his tie. Harry just watched him, mesmerized with the way Draco's nimble fingers meticulously smoothed over imaginary wrinkles.

Draco pinched the narrow length of material between the thumb and forefinger on his left hand, holding it in place while he wrapped the thicker end around it once - twice. He expertly tucked the end through the knot that he created, sliding the material through it with fluid movements. Harry's own fingers were gripping the door frame so hard that his nail beds were turning white from a lack of circulation. God it should be illegal for any human to look so incredibly hot while accomplishing a task as mundane as tying a tie.

Satisfied with the perfection of his tie, Draco turned to retrieve his jacket, only to find Harry tangled in his own jacket, a look of utter fascination on his face. A satisfied grin tugged at the corners of Draco's mouth but he did his best to feign nonchalance. "Are you alright Harry?"

Harry blinked rapidly a few times, before shaking his head. "I um-" he cleared his throat. "You're wearing the tie." Harry pointed dumbly at Draco's chest with the one hand that wasn't still lost in his jacket.

Draco broke into a grin and held up the end of his tie. "You mean this thing? I don't know what you're talking about, Harry. I just figured that since it was Pansy's birthday and her favorite color is blue, that maybe she'd appreciate me wearing this tie in her honor."

"You're lying and you know it," Harry said, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it back onto the chair. "You never wear that tie unless you, well-"

Draco walked over to Harry slowly; enjoying the way Harry's eyes would flit rapidly from Draco's hips, to his chest and back again. Getting right up into Harry's face he asked "I never wear this tie unless I what?" His voice was low and not a little threatening.

Harry swallowed hard, opening his mouth to speak but finding no words forthcoming.

"Well than maybe I just shouldn't wear this tie at all tonight. Perhaps I should just take it off."

"No! Don't." Harry's hands shout out and grabbed Draco by the wrists, perhaps a little harder than necessary. He pulled Draco's hands down and out of the way. "Allow me," he said much softer. He lightly squeezed Draco's wrists, a gentle command to leave his hands by his sides. Harry trailed his fingers up Draco's arms, sliding effortlessly against the smooth silk sleeves of his dress shirt. He leaned into Draco so that their chests touched. Harry's lips ghosted against Draco's cheek as he whispered, "Allow me."

Draco couldn't suppress the shivers that ran through his body as Harry ran his hands across his chest, letting the heels of his hands ghost over Draco's nipples with just enough pressure to make them tingle and grow hard. He ran his fingers down the tie, stroking the soft material and making Draco ache to press his chest forward as he grew desperate for greater contact.

Harry loosened Draco's tie so that he could unbutton the collar of his shirt. With uncharacteristic patience, Harry popped open every last button down the front of Draco's dress shirt before sliding his palms up back up his bare chest. Sliding his hands over Draco's shoulders, Harry made the shirt slip off of his torso, catching at Draco's wrists where they still hung at to the side.

Without breaking eye contact, Draco quickly undid his cufflinks, freeing his hands. His shirt fell to the floor; already forgotten. Draco brought his hands up to remove his tie but Harry stopped him.

"Leave it," he said. Draco let his hands fall back to his sides as Harry wrapped his own hands around Draco's bared waist. Warm palms rested firm against the small of his back as Harry started mouthing his way up Draco's collar bone. Mostly gentle kisses from moist lips that made Draco feel like he could just melt into the floor if it weren't for the occasional nip that shocked him back into the moment.

Draco brought his own hands up to run his fingers in the fine hairs at the base of Harry's neck, but was rewarded with a particularly sharp bite to the tender spot where his shoulder and neck met. "Hey," he cried out.

Harry let go of Draco's waist to grab onto the backs of his forearms. "No touching," he instructed as he pulled Draco's hands away. Harry took a step forward so that he was pressing his weight into Draco's chest. Draco had to step back just to keep his balance. "Tonight, there will be no touching."

"No touching," Draco tried to smirk, but really, he was finding himself a bit breathless and his expression came out more pained-looking. "How exactly do you intend to fuck me without touching?"

Harry must have been in greater control of his faculties, for he broke out in a predatory grin that made Draco's mouth go dry. "Oh, I can touch you all that I want." He emphasized his words by running his hands up the backs of Draco's arms, making him shiver in anticipation. "You're the one that can't touch." Harry kept walking Draco backwards until he ran into the side of their bed. "Sit," Harry commanded as he pushed down on Draco's shoulders.

Draco did as he was instructed, even going so far as to lounge back on his elbows and spread his legs, giving Harry a good view of the bulge in the front of his pants.

"Cheeky bastard," Harry muttered as he stripped off his own shirt without ceremony, tossing it in the general direction of the chair but seeming not to care if it made it. He stepped forward, forcing Draco to spread his legs even farther to accommodate his presence. Harry extended his hands and grabbed onto Draco's belt, forcing him to lift his hips as Harry roughly tugged the buckle until it released. Quickly undoing the fly, Harry wasted no time in shoving his hand down the front of Draco's pants, palming his erection.

Draco closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as he let the warm satisfaction that was Harry's hand on his cock worked its way through his system. Harry gave him a few long, firm pulls before releasing Draco's cock. He pulled his hand out of Draco's pants and grabbed onto his trousers at the sides. "Up," he commanded, and Draco obeyed without thinking, arching his hips off the bed to allow Harry to tug down his trousers and pants, displacing his shoes and socks in the process.

Harry stepped back to admire his handiwork. Draco stared back at him, trying not to let on just how much this possessive side Harry was showing excited him, but the frequent twitching of his cock and the smear of pearly liquid across its head betrayed him. Harry kicked off his shoes and finished stripping so that he was standing in front of Draco in all his glory; hands on his hips and absolutely shameless. "Shift over," Harry instructed as he came over to kneel on the edge of the bed. Draco did as he was told, but made certain to do it with as much arching and wiggling as he could. He ended up reclining in the center of their bed, arms crossed behind his head. Something told Draco that he really was going to enjoy himself tonight.

Harry must have read Draco's thoughts because he smiled down at him and said, "So you think this is going to be an easy shag for you, is that it?"

"I don't get to touch and you get to do all the work? That sounds like an easy shag to me."

Harry crawled across the bed on all fours until he was right on top of Draco, his own erection swaying with the motion so that it just grazed Draco's cock. "Oh, I think I can make you work for it, even without the use of your hands."

"Are you going to tie me up?" Draco asked hopefully.

"Ha! And make this easy for you?" Harry eyed Draco's hands where they were clenched behind his head. "No, I think I'll make you hold them up there all by yourself." He dropped his head and claimed Draco's lips in a heated kiss. Harry suckled at Draco's lower lip until he whimpered from the torment, waiting for Draco to break first; to open his mouth and invite Harry in. Much to Draco's frustration, though, Harry kept his arms extended and except for their mouths, there was no contact between them save for Harry's knees framing Draco's thighs and the irregular bumping of their cocks.

Just as Draco gave in and started to arch his hips up to meet his lover's, Harry's mouth and the heat of his body were gone. Draco opened his eyes to see Harry kneeling over him, devouring Draco with his eyes. Harry's lips were parted and he appeared to be trying to catch his breath. "Roll over," he instructed and again, Draco found himself complying without question. He had to adjust his hips several times before he found a position that was least uncomfortable on his erection.

Draco felt Harry settle onto his back, their bodies in full contact from the back of his neck where Harry was kissing him to all the way down to where his knees parted to give Harry room to lay. This position also had the advantage of aligning Harry's cock right along the cleft of Draco's arse. Harry was running his hands up and down Draco's arms, gently stretching them out to rest above his head. Draco could easily reach out and grab a hold of the head board, but he felt this strange desire to prove his self-control to Harry and so Draco did his best to just let his hands lay flat against the mattress.

As Harry's hands made their way back along the underside of Draco's arms and down his sides, Harry shifted his weight so that it fell mostly on Draco's chest and his knees and pressed Draco further into the mattress. This brought Harry's hips up and out of contact with Draco's arse, but the light sensation of fingers tracing along his ribs almost made that okay. And then the touches were followed by kisses and the touch of Harry's tongue along the bumps of Draco's spine, sending shivers to the tips of his fingers, his cock and his toes.

"Oh Gods, Harry."

Harry sat back. "Up," he commanded as he pulled Draco's hips until he was on his hands and knees in front of him. Harry summoned the pot of lube from somewhere; Draco really didn't care. He wiggled his arse while Harry coated his cock and the fingers of his right hand. "Getting a little impatient?" he teased.

"Fucking horny as hell down here and you're just ahh-" Draco dropped off as Harry slid two fingers into him without warning. The sting was there but short-lived as this was certainly not a new position for Draco to be in. Granted, it wasn't that often that Harry took this kind of control in the bedroom, but Draco wasn't going to argue with him about it. Certainly not when Harry had his fingers crooked just enough to brush against Draco's prostate as they twisted and stretched him.

Draco rested his head against his forearm and reached for his cock with his free hand. He let out a ragged moan as his sweaty palm closed around it, creating a blessedly welcome friction.

Out of nowhere, Harry's hand landed firm against his left buttock with a resounding crack. "I thought I told you no touching?" Harry chided, snickering at the decidedly unmanly yelp that his smack had elicited from his lover.

Draco gave himself one last tug before reluctantly letting go. He decided a little belligerence was probably in order. "Well if you would get on with it, already, I wouldn't need to take matters into my own hands, as it were."

"Oh I'll take care of you," Harry assured, already smoothing his palm over the red welt as it formed on Draco's arse. He added a third finger, making Draco wince at the stretch. "Just relax," he added more softly. "I'll take care of you."

The soft caresses of Harry's hand across Draco's back and side were a sharp contrast to the twisting and prodding of the fingers in his arse. Draco took a few deep breaths to help him relax and knew it must have worked when he felt the roughness of Harry's middle knuckles slide passed the tight ring.

"Oh God, Harry. I'm ready."

Harry slid his fingers out gently, replacing them with the head of his cock. After three fingers, the initial burn was all but gone and Draco could, instead, focus on the intensely satisfying feeling of Harry sliding into him. With just a few shallow thrusts, Harry was able to fully seat himself within Draco and they both made satisfied sounds of appreciation.

Growing impatient with the wait, Draco said, "I don't need time to adj-"

"I do," Harry snapped. After a few deep breaths, he continued more softly "Gods, Draco. Do you have any idea how hot you are?" Harry loosened his grip on Draco's hips to slide his hands up Draco's back. "How incredible it feels to be buried inside of you?" Harry's hands slid back down Draco's sides and he had to focus all conscious thought on breathing. "You don't know what it does to me, seeing your hole stretched tight over my cock." Draco was coming undone just at the sound of Harry's voice. The wandering hands found Draco's hips again and Harry pulled Draco up as he sat back on his heels.

Draco ended up with Harry's sweaty chest pressed up against his back as he settled himself in his lover's lap. "God, you're so beautiful," Harry whispered into his ear. He wrapped his arms around Draco's chest and pulled him in tight while he started buggering Draco with quick, shallow thrusts. They both cried out and Draco felt like this had to be the most satisfying shag of his life. He didn't think that he had ever taken Harry so deeply.

A slight tug against his neck brought Draco out of his thoughts. Harry gave a muffled grunt as he began thrusting harder, and Draco suddenly realized that Harry was biting his tie. Honestly, Draco had forgotten all about the thing still hanging loosely around his neck. But thinking about it now brought back his reasons for wearing it and this gave Draco a renewed energy to make this shag something that Harry would never forget.

Draco quickly found that all it took on his part was a small roll of the hips and Harry was taken from the commanding lover he'd been just a moment before to a quivering mess. True to his word, Draco didn't touch himself, instead reaching behind his head with both hands to tangle his fingers in Harry's hair. He tried to focus on Harry, on the way the noises that he made were becoming more and more desperate; focus on the tie was tugged gently against his neck and the mutterings Fuck and Oh, Draco that Harry was making around the knot of material still clenched between his teeth. The constriction was getting uncomfortable and it made Draco gasp, but really, he couldn't catch his breath anyway.

"Touch me," Draco choked out. Really, he was going to be coming very soon, whether Harry touched him or not. But if it was all the same, he'd rather have a hand on his cock when he did. Harry didn't disappoint an his hand, still a little greasy from the lube, wrapped around Draco's erection, the movement of Draco's hips providing all the friction that he needed. He threw his head back onto Harry's shoulder and arched his back as he came all over their bed.

Harry dropped Draco's cock before it even had a chance to soften, instead wrapping his arms around Draco's chest in order to get the leverage to thrust into him. The crushing pressure against his chest and the tightening of the tie around his neck left Draco struggling to breath. But then Harry was crying out, losing his hold on the tie as spent himself inside of Draco.

There were several moments where the only sound to be heard was harsh breathing, but the cramps forming in both of their legs required attention and it was with some disappointment that Draco felt Harry slide out of him. Unable to remain upright long enough to find a clean spot to lay, Draco flopped onto their bed, wincing at the uncomfortable sensation of lying in a cooling puddle of semen.

Harry laughed the disgusted look on Draco's face, rolling Draco onto his back so that he could drag a sheet up to lay over their mess before laying down as well. Draco stretched out his arm, a wordless invitation for Harry to curl up against his chest, which Harry welcomed. Draco slowly ran his fingers along Harry's scalp, just to hear him sigh.

"Draco?"

"Hmm," came the disinterested reply.

Harry had started running his fingers along the rumpled tie where it lay against Draco's chest. "How come you wore this tonight?"

"What do you mean, Harry?"

Harry propped himself up with his elbow so that he was looking down on Draco. "You know good and well what I mean. You only ever wear this tie when you're up to something. I haven't seen you wear it in months and then you suddenly pull it out of nowhere, for dinner at Parkinson's house of all things. I just want to know what you're up to."

Draco rolled onto his side so that he was facing Harry, their chests just inches apart. "Well," he said, running his fingers along Harry's breastbone and not meeting his eyes. "I wasn't really looking forward to going to Pansy's dinner tonight. She tends to get a bit handsy when she drinks and her lack of propriety annoys me. So I was hoping that if I wore my jealous tie, that maybe you and I could skip out early tonight." Draco grinned at him. "I didn't know that it would work so well that we'd never leave in the first place."

"It's your – what did you call it again?"

"You see, Harry, I have this thing about not wanting to share my things - only child and all that. Sometimes," Draco lay his hand flat against Harry's chest, directly over his heart and looked Harry in the eye. "Well sometimes, I get tired of sharing you."

Harry found that there really wasn't much need for explanation after that.