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"You know when..." Draco trailed off, then shook his head. "Never mind," he muttered, moving closer in Harry's embrace and burrowing his face in his shoulder, smiling content at Harry's fingers carding through his hair.
"I know what?" Harry asked quietly.
"It's nothing." Draco felt his cheeks heat up slightly, and he cuddled closer to Harry to hide it. Harry's hand paused, and Draco whined quietly, urging him to start again.
"Tell me," Harry insisted, poking Draco's cheek with the pointer of his other hand. Draco swatted his hand away, grumbling as he shook his head again. "Please?" Harry begged.
Draco sighed deeply. "It's really nothing."
"I still want to know."
He lifted his head slightly to look at Harry, who smiled down at him with insistence but also genuine curiosity. He dropped his head again, absentmindedly toying with the string of Harry's jumper, before sighing once more.
"You know a few months ago," he started, "when you first did that thing."
"What thing?" Harry asked. Draco flushed.
"That tongue thing," he elaborated, but Harry still looked confused, so he continued, his voice getting quieter as he went on, "When you got me off with your tongue... in my arse."
"Ahh, I remember," Harry said in realisation, as though he was oblivious to Draco's embarrassment, or maybe he enjoyed it. Draco wasn't usually that embarrassed about sexual stuff, but that act was just so filthy but so good at the same time, it felt shameful to admit he liked it. "What about it?"
"Well, not about it, during it," he continued. "Or, right before it? Doesn't matter." He smiled and relaxed at the sound of Harry's laugh. "You hit me."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry apologised instantly. "I'm still used to being rough with you. I shouldn't—"
"Oh, please, get over yourself." Harry frowned down at him, but Draco displaced his concern with a smile. "You apologise too much. I didn't care," he explained, moving up to plant a small kiss on Harry's lips. "I actually liked it, I think."
"You liked it?" Harry asked, worry leaking back into those gorgeous emerald green eyes. "Like, you like getting hit? I don't think I hit you that hard, did I?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "You didn't, worrisome git," he said with a sigh. "I guess I don't know if I like it yet. It just got me thinking."
The worry vanished from Harry's eyes — better for good, Draco thought — and a mischievous smirk slowly spread over his face. "Yet," Harry repeated. "So, what? You want to try getting spanked?" Draco flushed, shrugging.
"Yeah," he admitted. "Just to try it."
"Sure," Harry agreed, brushing Draco's hair from his forehead to kiss it. "Some other time, though, I'm tired."
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'Some other time' came a few days later, when they succeeded in convincing their friends to spend the afternoon alone. They usually spent afternoons like that just hanging out or making homework together — they each had their strong subjects, and they'd come to love teaching each other, not to mention that Harry casting magic that he was good at was hot as fuck to Draco. Sometimes things took a sexual turn, but they had never before planned it before.
Draco sat down on the edge of Harry's bed as Harry closed the door to their room. His hands were toying with the rim of his shirt, anticipation and maybe slight fear settling in his chest as he watched Harry approach him. A warm hand tilted his head up, and they met in a soft kiss.
"Hey," Harry whispered against his lips, and the anticipation won easily against the fear.
"Hey," he whispered back, following Harry with his eyes as he sat down next to him on the bed.
"Same position as back then?" Harry asked. "Or do you want me to bend you over my knee and do it the proper way?" Draco flushed, elbowing Harry in his side, then shrugged.
"I don't know," he admitted. He didn't react fast enough to the mischievous look that took over the softness in Harry's eyes, yelping in surprise as Harry pulled him over his lap. His current position made Draco flush even deeper, hiding his face in the sheets as Harry rested a hand on one of Draco's arse cheeks.
His other hand landed on Draco's back, rubbing up and down soothingly. Right as Draco was beginning to relax into the motions, a slap landed on his right cheek. He gasped, jumping up right onto his arms and turning his head to glare back at Harry, who was trying to suppress his laughter. The prat. "You didn't say we were starting already!" Draco reproached him.
Harry shrugged, smiling smugly. The hand that had hit him was now softly kneading the cheek. "Didn't like it?" he asked, a tinge of sincerity in his voice. Draco felt his face flush. He hadn't not liked it...
"I wasn't prepared," he simply argued. Harry rolled his eyes, nudging Draco to turn back around. He did so, resting his chin on his arms. The nervous feeling he'd been ignoring had gone now, and Draco begrudgingly realised that must have been Harry's motivation behind surprising him. Correction, the thoughtful prat...
"Ready?" he asked this time. Draco took a deep breath, fighting the nervousness as it attempted to settle back in his stomach.
He nodded, then said aloud, "Yeah."
The first 'real' hit on the same cheek made him hiss. It didn't have too much force after it — Harry was seemingly going easy on him — but he could feel some blood rush down already. His intuition had been right and only got reinforced when the second hit landed, slightly harder than the first.
Draco guessed it partly felt better because he was slowly growing hard, and the next few hits, spread evenly across both cheeks, steadily increased in intensity until he was moaning out softly every time, dick fully hard and pressing up obnoxiously against Harry's thigh. Harry wasn't even hitting particularly hard yet; he knew he could hit so much harder, he'd seen his arms, and, well, had some personal experience. And, oh, did he want to feel his unrestrained hits badly now.
Trying to get the message across, he pressed back after Harry's next hit, flushing when Harry laughed in response. "Not enough for you, hm?" he asked teasingly, and Draco moaned out in surprise when Harry's hand reached between his legs to grab his clothed erection. "It sure looks like you're enjoying it," Harry whispered directly into Draco's ear, making Draco shiver.
"Alright, then, whatever you say," Harry relented, and Draco at once felt cold air hit his legs. He turned back to see that Harry had vanished his trousers, leaving him in just the thin fabric of his pants. The next slap hit skin for the first time and left Draco's arse cheek tingling. He moaned out, hips bucking and his erection rubbing up against Harry's thigh. The stinging pain and tingling went straight to Draco's dick as it throbbed in his pants. "Better?" Harry asked.
Draco nodded, and another slap landed the second he opened his mouth to answer, instead making him moan out loudly. "Shit," he cursed, resting his forehead on his arms and panting. He turned back to look at Harry, beginning to say, "Fu—Ahh~ fuck!" That slap was harder yet than the last, and the delicious sting of his arse cheeks stretched longer than before.
"You—" he attempted again, cutting himself off with a moan when he was once more interrupted by a hard slap landing on his right cheek. "Can you let me—fuck, Harry~" He couldn't even get annoyed at Harry for not letting him finish, every slap rattling him to his core and making pleasure course madly through his entire body, but especially his dick. He could feel himself leak a bit of precum at every hit, the front of his pants already soaked through.
"Shush," Harry told him off playfully, and the next slap was harder yet, Draco's moan only just drowning out the sound that echoed through the room.
"Git," Draco forced out. The next slap landed across both of his cheeks, and Draco could feel his orgasm build up in bunches at every slap after that. He couldn't even imagine how red his cheeks must be from Harry's continual assault, and he loved that thought even more.
Even though the slaps had been coming on faster and faster, Draco needed more. He needed to come, and he couldn't prevent his hips from rutting into Harry's thigh, working himself up alongside Harry's slaps, until Harry's slaps slowed in their frequency until they stopped completely.
"Harry?" he gasped, turning back to look at him in question. He stood no chance at stopping his hips now, every thrust pushing him yet closer to his orgasm.
"Seems like you don't need me. You're doing pretty well on your own," Harry stated, hand massaging his right arse cheek in a way that derived him no real pleasure aside from the minor soreness.
"Arsehole," he gritted out between moans, so, so close to coming now.
He only just caught Harry roll his eyes as his own slipped shut in pleasure, but he seemed to take pity on him. He felt the next slap more so in his dick than arse, the sudden increase in pleasure pushing him over the edge. He came so hard he saw white, hips slowing down against Harry's thighs as his orgasm petered off until they fell still and he slumped against the bed.
"Alright there?" Harry asked. Draco hummed content as Harry's hand began carding through his hair, nodding.
"Yeah," he breathed out. "I'm excellent."
"Ah good, that was so hot. But I think you might be bedridden tomorrow," he joked.
Draco shrugged, groaning as he lifted himself on his arms. "That's fine. I know some good Charms."
"I'm sure you do," Harry joked, bringing Draco closer to his face so they could kiss.