All the wrong choices – (Ch13 – Passion of the cut sleeve…)

(Just a heads up, this goes into a bit of detail, however, I wouldn’t describe it as pornographic, if you don’t want to read it I suggest you skip this chapter)


Harry’s hand was holding onto the Slytherin Prince himself as they scaled the stairs. Once at the top Harry couldn’t help but turn around again and press his lips against the pale lips of the stunning man. He could feel his heart beating like a trapped owl inside his chest. He pulled away breathlessly from the grey-eyed beauty as they stepped into the drawing room. Harry first, as Draco stood by the door.

Harry turned to Draco, hoping for more but not wanting to assume anything when Draco had said he wanted to take things upstairs.
“Well, we’re upstairs” Harry smiled cheekily. “Is this what you meant?” as he held his arms wide to reveal the living room.

Draco looked around and Harry couldn’t help but watch as the shirt moved exposing his Adam’s apple and his pale chest.

“It wasn’t, but it will do” Draco smirked as his eyes met Harry’s. Draco pulled the double doors closed behind him without looking and Harry couldn’t help but swallow in anticipation. He suddenly felt like a deer in headlights. Draco stalked forwards, his smirk still in place. “I knew you’d have at least one room decked out in Gryffindor colours!” He smirked again as he ensnared Harry, who was too enchanted to move.

Draco grabbed his hands as he urged Harry backwards, slowly guiding him to where he wanted Harry to go. Soon Harry felt something behind his legs and fell backwards. The sofa cushioned his fall. Draco smiled as he bit his lip, a mischievous look in his grey eyes.  Harry knew he was going to pay with sweat, kisses and curse words.

Draco straddled his thighs as their lips met again. Harry could feel Draco pressed against him, all heat and strength. Harry’s hands slid up and down the blond’s legs, feeling how tight the jeans were. He couldn’t help his hands wandering to his bum where he squeezed and pulled Draco closer. Draco’s hands snaked around and grabbed his own, then pinned them above his head. Harry tried to fight it, but Draco wasn’t letting go. Harry felt his heart beat as he was held, immobile with the stunning blond on his lap. Draco’s other hand gripped his hair as they kissed, their tongues dancing their loving, slow dance.

Draco began to pull on Harry’s hair tilting his head back, He sighed as he felt Draco’s lips move to his neck. He felt Draco dig his teeth in, enough to sting but not enough to leave a mark and Harry’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Now who’s been watching who?” Harry said breathlessly. He felt Draco smile as he bit down again. “Oh, Merlin!” Harry said again as he struggled to keep still. He tried to lower his arms to Draco, to do something but Draco held his hands pinned between him and the wall.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying that Harry?” Draco whispered into his ear as he began to nibble and pull at his earlobe. Harry’s words failed him, so he nodded. “Are you scared? Being at the mercy of Draco Malfoy?”

“Should I be?” Harry gasped out as Draco bit his neck again.

“Depends how good you are” Draco smiled again as he pulled away. “Now, your hands stay where they are otherwise you will be punished!” Draco said as he sat back on Harry’s lap grinding into Harry’s crotch slowly. Harry took a deep, shaking breath as he watched the striptease begin. Draco began undressing, making a grand show of letting his jacket slide off, painfully slowly. Then started on the waistcoat, popping the buttons so slowly that Harry thought he would die of anticipation.

Without thinking, his hands dropped down so rub the blond’s hips. Draco stopped and shook his head.

“Naughty Potter” He pulled out his wand and said “Incarceous” Rope appeared out of nowhere binding Harrys hands behind him, tight and secure. Harry growled in pleasure as his heart skipped a beat and his eyelids fluttered closed, his need escalating. “Mmm Harry, is this a kink I should know about? Because it seems to me you enjoy being tied up. Is that right?” Harry nodded as he whimpered slightly in embarrassment, never having told that to anyone. “It’s alright love, your secrets won’t leave this room, promise,” Draco said as he licked Harry’s earlobe again.

Harry blinked against his fantasies as he watched, trapped and helpless as Draco continued to undo the buttons on his clothes agonisingly slowly. Once again, once the waistcoat was undone it too, slowly slid to the floor to join the jacket.

Harry watched open mouthed as Draco began working at the small black buttons in his white shirt. He started first by licking his lips as his eyes bored into Harry’s. Harry had never wanted anything more in his life than to have this man take him.

“Please” Harry whispered. Draco stopped, a small smile coming to his lips.

“What was that? Please? Please what, Potter? Are you begging?” Draco ran his hand around his own neck slowly and softly making a show of himself. He shuddered on top of Harry, Harry ground his hips into the blond. Harry closed his eyes against the visual very aware of the man’s weight on his lap, every movement a sweet agony.

“Please” Was all Harry could seem to verbalise, his senses overwhelmed as he tried to pull away from the bonds. How the bonds twisted and bit into his wrists, heightening his ecstasy more than he could have imagined. Draco leant forward and kissed him gently on the lips, sucking his bottom lip gently as he tugged on it gently with his teeth.

“I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” Draco said darkly. “I want to hear you say it!”

“You” Harry sighed out

“Me?” Draco asked as he kissed his neck again, the hairs standing to attention down his back.

“Want you” Harry tried again, his brain not making coherent sentences.

“Diffindo” Draco said as he pointed his wand at Harry’s shirt. The seams split apart, sending the material sliding down his skin. “How do you want me?” Draco whispered huskily. Harry swallowed again trying to assemble his thoughts. He hadn’t realised how much he had needed this or how much he wanted this. He looked at the exquisite blond on top of him and it was everything he had ever wanted without knowing it. From the pink flush across his pale cheeks to the sweet and dirty nothings being whispered into his ear. He knew that this was the moment that would ruin him forever. There was no going back, no denying it after this. He needed the blond, he’d known it since the day in the robe shop but had never fully understood or recognised it. Too young to decipher the feelings building inside of him. He stared up into the grey eyes, the colour of seafoam and knew this was it.

“Always” He watched Draco’s face as the look of superior control slipped. “So beautiful!” Harry said, wanting nothing more than to touch Draco’s skin and feel him. He watched as his eyes glistened as if the storm clouds were threatening rain.  Draco was trembling, Harry could feel it. Draco raised his wand to him and said in a thick voice.

“Emancipare” The bindings loosened and then disappeared. Harry wasted no time in pulling the blond to him. He ripped the shirt open, tearing the black buttons from the white fabric and hearing with some satisfaction as they fell to the floor. Bearing Draco’s chest drew another growl from his throat, as he threw the shirt across the room. He ran his hands around the back of him feeling his smooth skin then gently raked his nails down the sensitive skin. Draco shivered and sighed as Harry pulled him forward. Harry dragged his tongue up Draco’s chest, following the contour of his Adam’s apple up to his lips where he devoured them. Their lips crushed together, bruising as they fought to show their need. Harry could hear Draco muttering things as they kissed and caressed. “Mine, Forever, Not a dream” Harry pulled Draco’s hair and dragged his tongue along the skin, collecting and savouring the minty, spice taste of him.  His cologne making Harry take a deep breath and without warning stood up. Draco yipped in surprise as Harry supported his weight with his hands.

“Mind if I take this to the bedroom?” Harry growled as he walked to the door.

“I thought you’d never ask” Draco sighed.

Harry carried Draco as though he weighed nothing up the stairs to the master bedroom. Harry lay Draco down on the sheets and without breaking the kiss started to undo his jeans. Once the buckle and buttons were undone Harry yanked them off roughly freeing Draco from clothes completely.

“Mmm, no underwear” Harry purred into Draco’s mouth.

“Stop,” Draco said slowly. Harry froze, a thrill of fear going through him.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked trying to keep the fear from his voice. Draco propped himself up on his elbows.

“I can’t do this” Draco said as he started to breathe heavily.

“What?” Harry asked, confused.

“I’m sorry, I have to say this before anything happens that we can’t take back,” Draco said and Harry could hear the fear behind the words. Harry sat on the bed next to him and waited for the blond to speak. “I’ve been here before, just a bit of fun and when the morning comes it’s either a mistake or a bit of fun, nothing more.”

“Okay?” Harry said, trying to ignore the sight of the beautiful man in his bed.

“I can’t do it again! I need it to be something more, I don’t want to be a dirty secret. A secret that, once the sun rises, gets forgotten about. I know this is unfair Harry, and I thought I could but what you said downstairs reminded me of what I need” Draco seemed to be having trouble breathing.

“Draco, I meant what I said downstairs. I want to make you mine and have you always” Harry knelt in front of the man on the floor. “I’m not promising marriage or anything but I want this to be a long-term thing. We may need to keep it hush from the papers, at least for the near future but now that I have you, I don’t want to let you go.” Draco’s breath seemed to calm down.

“You’re not just saying that to get into my pants?” Draco asked seriously.

“Draco, darling, you weren’t wearing any,” Harry winked as Draco looked down and blushed.

“Merlin, you are gorgeous! Why didn’t I pluck up the courage and do this fifteen years ago?”

“Stop saying that Potter!” Draco said dismissively.

“Stop calling me Potter!” Harry said firmly “You are my Draco and I am your Harry. No death eater, no boy who lived. Just the guy who is going to be screaming my name and the man who made you scream” Harry winked as he leant forward to kiss Draco again “And you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, I am going to worship you if you’ll let me?” Harry looked up into the dark eyes in the darkened room and felt like he was gazing up at the stars.

“Make me yours, Harry. I want to be yours!” Was all Draco whispered in the darkness and Harry took the hint to continue.


FYI – the reason behind the title

Emperor Ai, the young Han Dynasty ruler who was emperor from 27 to 1 BCE, was besotted with Dong Xian. Ai doted on Dong, giving him riches, weapons and eventually making him supreme commander of the armed forces. The story goes that the two lovers were in bed one night and Dong fell asleep on the arm of Ai’s robe. In order to rise without waking Dong, the Emperor cut off his sleeve and slipped away, leaving his beloved to sleep undisturbed. This tale gave rise to the phrase “the passion of the cut sleeve,” a Chinese euphemism for same-sex love.

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