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Part 1

Harry felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He juggled the bags he was carrying to fish it out, seeing a text from Draco. Shouldering open the door, he dumped the bags in the entryway and read the message.

Draco: Bitterwort case fell apart.

Harry’s heart sank. Draco had been working himself to exhaustion on this case for months.

Toeing off his shoes, he tapped out a reply, mind already spinning on ways to cheer Draco up once he arrived home.

This was going to require special effort. He looked around at the grocery bags, assessing. He had all the ingredients to make Coq Au Vin, that was a good start.

Harry: What happened?

He picked up the bags that contained the groceries and carried them to the kitchen.

Draco: Everything…

Harry: You can tell me when you get home.

Draco: I’m not going to be very good company.

Harry: I don’t need good company, I just need you.

Draco: I should be home by six.

That gave Harry a couple of hours to prepare. Thankful that he was not on shift until tomorrow afternoon, he began prepping the meal ingredients before popping back out to the sex shop that had a special order waiting on him. Tonight seemed like a perfect opportunity to treat Draco to his new gift.

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Draco apparated to a point a few blocks from home, opting to walk the last bit to try and shake off his foul mood. Harry had been so supportive of his workload and distraction over the past few months and Draco didn’t want to dump on him now that the whole thing had gone tits up.

Never mind that when the roles were reversed and Harry had lost a patient or seen horrific injuries, Draco felt it a privilege to be the one Harry could unload his burdens onto.

By the time he made it to the front door, he had resolved to pour himself a drink and shut himself in the study to go over his notes and try to figure out what went wrong with this case.

Opening the front door Draco was immediately met with delicious aromas of braising meat and rich herbs. Abandoning his plan he followed his nose to the kitchen. Harry was an excellent cook, though he rarely had time for it anymore. Draco paused in the kitchen doorway, taking in the scene.

Harry had his back to the doorway, stirring something on the hob. He was dancing in place to music only he could hear, his dark head bopping and broad shoulders shimmying. As he lifted the spoon to his mouth for a taste he gave his hips a wiggle that had Draco’s eyes snagging on the way Harry’s tight jeans hugged his sculpted arse and thighs. A decade in and the sight of his husband still gave him butterflies.

Draco walked quietly across the room, dropping a kiss on the side of Harry’s neck. Harry startled and almost sent the spoon flying, but managed to catch it at the last moment. Recovering, Harry turned his head enough for Draco to brush their lips together.

“Coq au vin?” Draco asked.

Harry reached up and plucked one of the earbuds out and handed it to Draco. “Listen with me while I finish?”

Draco inserted the earbud and lightly wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist from behind, resting his head on Harry’s shoulder, moving them both to the music.

“Bad day?” Harry asked, raising the spoon for Draco to taste the sauce.

Draco accepted the bite and closed his eyes as the rich flavours flooded his mouth. “Mmm…that’s delicious. You’re so good to me, baby.”

Harry smiled, pressing back into Draco for a moment. “Go choose a bottle of wine, will you? I’ll start taking everything to the dining room.”

“Are we expecting company?” Draco was not up to entertaining tonight. “That’s the only time we use the dining room.”

“Just us,” Harry confirmed. “You might want the extra room though.” He had a wicked grin on his face as he turned to Draco. “Wine…”

Giving Harry a questioning look, Draco went to retrieve a bottle of elf-made wine and returned as Harry was carrying the last dish from the kitchen.

He followed Harry into the dining room. Two place settings were arranged at the end of the table, one at the head and other just to the right of it. Nearby the place settings were two boxes, one larger, plain wooden box like a small chest, the other, not much larger than his hand, was handsomely wrapped in navy blue with a silver ribbon. Harry had turned off the earbuds and the music was now playing softly from the phone speaker.

Draco froze. Had he forgotten an occasion? He scanned his memory, neither of their birthdays were for months. Their anniversary had just passed a few weeks ago. He was sure he hadn’t forgotten anything but he had been buried in his work. “What’s this then?” he asked curiously.

Harry sent him a cheeky wink. “Let’s eat,” he said, explaining nothing. Harry indicated that Draco should take the place at the head of the table.

Willing to go along with whatever this was, Draco sat down and poured them each a glass of wine.

“Tell me about your day,” Harry requested after their plates had been filled.

Draco used the excuse of his mouth being full to flick his wrist in a dismissive gesture. Once he had swallowed he asked, “Any owls from Teddy?”

Harry waggled a finger at Draco. “You will not distract me by talking about our godson.”

“Distract you from what?” Draco didn’t hold back the edge of irritation. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

Harry set down his fork and leaned back in his chair. “I’m going to make a deal with you.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, “What kind of deal?” A solicitor never truly went off duty, and his husband, the stealth Slytherin, could have any manner of ill-thought plans afoot.

Grinning at the suspicion, Harry answered. “For every thing you tell me about your day, I’ll take off an article of clothing.”

Draco’s eyebrows shot up. This was sounding like a deal he could get behind.

“Once I am naked you may open your gift.” Harry indicated the small wrapped box.

Draco eyed the box, mind racing at the possibilities it could hold. “And the other box?”

Harry’s smile widened. “Once you’ve opened your gift, you can put one thing on me from that box for every thing you tell me.”

Draco was tempted to agree outright but instead asked, “Do those things have to be about work as well?”

Picking up his wine and taking a long sip, Harry considered. “No, those do not have to be about work.” He licked his lower lip, slowly drawing the moisture from the wine into his mouth. “Do we have a deal?” he asked huskily.

“You really want to hear about this train wreck of a day that badly?” Draco slumped back in his chair, feeling the weight of the last few weeks dragging his shoulders down. “It’s dead boring.”

“First off, nothing about you is boring.” Harry ticked off on his fingers. “Second, you need to talk about it. Thirdly, “ he paused, leaned forward and dropped his voice, “I think you’ll make it well worth my time.”

Draco swallowed heavily. “Deal.” He started to push his plate away but Harry stopped him.

“Eat while you talk,” Harry told him, resuming his own meal.

“The DMLE are a bunch of incompetent numpties,” Draco started.

“Weak, but I’ll give you that for the first one.” Harry pulled the elastic from his hair, shook his head to send his wild curls bouncing free around his face.

Draco opened his mouth to argue that a hair elastic didn’t count as an article of clothing, but, seeing the expression on Harry’s face that showed he was anticipating the argument, decided to let it be. His opening share had been weak after all.

“Bishop didn’t get the proper forms filed before administering the Veriteserum, meaning that none of what the suspect said in questioning can be used in trial.” Saying it out loud made Draco angry all over again to the point that he almost missed Harry unbuttoning his shirt.

Harry kept his gaze on Draco as he flicked each button open, before leaning forward and sliding the shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside. Draco reached for his wine as his mouth had gone suddenly dry. The soft light from the sconces made Harry’s skin appear golden, the well defined muscles of his chest and abdomen rippling as he continued to eat his dinner. When Harry wiped his mouth slowly with his napkin, Draco blinked a couple of times to refocus.

“Judge Amos was willing to proceed with the trial based on the other evidence, but he was pulled off the case this morning because he’s come down with Spattergroit. So now we have Owens.” Draco’s disgruntled look faded as Harry stood, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, before pushing the fabric over his hips and thighs then kicking it away.

Harry stood before him in tight black pants and socks. Three items to go, he thought to himself. His hands itched to touch Harry, but he cleared his throat as Harry sat back down.

“Owens has now delayed trial for three months and has released Bitterwort on house arrest in the meantime.” Draco watched as Harry pulled off one sock and tossed it behind him.

“I don’t trust the DMLE to monitor her. She’s going to be right back in the middle of black market deals as soon as their backs are turned.” Harry pulled off the other sock and tossed it behind him.

“I…” Draco hesitated. “I feel like I’m wasting my time. No matter how hard I work, or Hermione works, or our team works, there is always another criminal getting off through a loophole or technicality.” Draco sighed heavily and ran his hand over his face. “I thought being a prosecutor would feel good. Like I was helping the world. I just feel…tired.”

Harry rose, waved his wand to banish their dishes to the kitchen and came to stand in front of Draco. He took Draco’s hands and placed them on the waistband of his pants. “Take these off for me?”

Draco hooked his thumbs in the elastic and pulled it down, slowly revealing Harry’s semi-hard cock, the ring pierced through the tip catching the light. Pressing a kiss to the skin below Harry’s navel, he pushed the pants the rest of the way off and Harry kicked them away. Draco moved to kiss lower but Harry pulled back.

“You have a gift to open,” he said, voice low. “But first, Draco, you are doing good. Your success rate speaks for itself. You can’t hold yourself responsible for Ministry corruption and ineptitude. You need a holiday. Tomorrow morning we’re both putting in for two weeks off. We’ll spend it drinking, fucking, sleeping and relaxing any place you want.”

“You take such good care of me, Harry.” Draco’s voice caught as he looked up at his husband.

Harry cupped Draco’s jaw. “We take care of each other.” He reached over and retrieved the box then sat down on the table in front of Draco, putting his feet on the chair on either side of Draco’s legs, putting himself on display.

Draco put his hands on Harry’s knees, pushing them slightly further apart as he moved his hands slowly up the inside of his thighs. Just before his thumbs reached the juncture, Harry thrust the wrapped box between them.

Draco accepted the box and pulled the ribbon free, setting it aside before lifting the lid from the box. A smile spread across his face. A matte black butt plug lay nestled inside a bed of navy velvet alongside a small circular remote. “Is this from that new shop in Diagon Alley?”

Harry nodded. “I had it custom made though, take it out and look at it.”

Draco withdrew the toy from its box, it was fairly heavy for its size, turning it over in his hand, the base of it caught his attention. Set into the base was a circular silver disc bearing his monogram. His eyes flashed to Harry’s, who was grinning down at him. “You got me a monogrammed butt plug. And they say romance is dead.”

Harry laughed. “Well I guess technically I got myself a monogrammed butt plug.” Draco’s breath hitched, a vision of his monogram nestled against Harry’s arsehole as he went about his day flashing through his mind.

Draco growled low in his throat. “You’re bloody perfect.” He leaned forward and pulled Harry down into a fiery kiss.

He eased Harry back so that he lay on the table, legs still spread on the chair. “And stunning, Merlin…look at you.” He looked like an offering to the old gods, all golden skin, defined muscles and wild hair, lust filled emerald eyes blinking lazily up at Draco.

Draco touched his wand and cast a cleaning spell on Harry that made him shift his hips restlessly. Draco leaned forward and, without preamble, lapped at the sensitive bud of Harry’s arsehole, slow at first, then firmer, as Harry began to writhe beneath him. He wrapped an arm around Harry’s hips to hold him steady, anchoring him in place before pressing his tongue inside, deliberate and unhurried.

Harry’s hands alternated between fisting in Draco’s hair and his own as he whimpered out soft noises.

Draco pulled back slightly. “You taste so divine.” 

Casting a wandless lubrication charm Draco ran the pad of his index finger lightly around Harry’s entrance before sliding it slowly inside. Harry pushed back immediately, restless, chasing more.

“More.” Harry whined out.

Draco didn’t give it. He kept his finger exactly where it was, not moving, not withdrawing, just there, letting Harry feel the absence of friction even as he strained for it.

“Patience, love, we have all night.” Draco began light strokes over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Harry’s gripping heat. Draco bent and licked along the underside of Harry’s now-hard cock, lingering just long enough to make Harry’s hips jerk. He caught the ring at the tip between his teeth and gave it a deliberate tug.

Harry choked on the sound that tore out of him. “Do that again.”

Draco gave one more tug before drawing back and withdrawing his finger, smiling at Harry’s protesting noises.

“I want to try out my gift.” Draco picked up the plug and examined it.

“It responds to a variety of commands.” Harry told him. “The spell to key it to your voice is in the box.”

Draco extracted the piece of paper, studied it for a few moments then cast the spell. Once the plug had given a slight buzz to indicate the spell had taken hold, he held it in the palm of his hand and said, “Warm”.

The silicone warmed in his hand, feeling slightly warmer than body temperature. Draco coated it with lube and notched it at Harry's entrance.

“Relax, baby,” Draco said, and Harry let his legs fall open and his muscles go slack. Draco pushed against the slight resistance until the plug popped past the tight ring of muscles. Harry groaned. “Good?” Draco asked, though his eyes were fixed on the way Harry’s body reacted.

“Good,” Harry confirmed.

Draco stared down at the base of the plug, giving it a slight twist to align the monogram upright.

Draco didn’t look away. Even as Harry shifted beneath him, even as his own breath shortened, he kept his eyes fixed there, tracking every involuntary clench, every minute reaction, as if committing each one to memory.

Harry spoke softly. “Take a picture.” 

Draco’s gaze snapped to him, searching his face. “Are you serious?”

Harry smiled beatifically. “Of course.”

Hesitating only a moment longer, Draco summoned his mobile, thumbing open the camera app.

Harry had taken that moment to arrange himself. His heels were now propped on the edge of the table, knees spread wide, monogram clearly visible against his arsehole. One hand was on his cock, thumb toying with his piercing, while the other was fisted in his hair. Draco’s breath caught at the sight of him.

Snapping several pictures, Draco caught Harry’s eyes. “I want to have this framed for our bedroom. You need to always know how stunning you are.”

Harry blushed and bit his lip. “Maybe I could have one of you too.”

Draco smiled. “Perhaps.”

“Level one pulse.” Draco said and the plug started a low rhythmic vibration that had Harry thrusting up into his own hand with a strangled sound.

Draco sat back down and reached forward, removing Harry’s hand from his cock. “I believe we still have parts of our deal left.”

“Yes-s.” Harry’s voice broke. He cleared his throat and started again. “You can put one thing on me from the box for every thing you tell me.”

“Hrmm…” Draco hummed thoughtfully. “I want to take more than two weeks off. I want to take a sabbatical and travel…with you.”

Draco pulled the box towards him to avoid Harry’s eyes. Opening it he found an enticing selection of black leather and silver pieces. He reached in and extracted a narrow collar that featured a silver ring in the front and held it up. “This one first.”

Draco rose and pulled Harry to a sitting position. Harry dropped his head to Draco’s chest so that he could buckle the collar in the back.

When Harry spoke his warm breath ghosted over Draco’s chest. “I want that.”

Once he was finished buckling the collar, Draco clasped Harry’s jaw and raised his head to meet his eyes. “Yeah?” He searched Harry’s face for any clues that he was just saying what he thought Draco wanted to hear. “Your work…”

“Will be here when we return.” Harry turned his face into Draco’s palm, placing a kiss there. “Once we got together we were so busy with training then establishing our careers we never got a chance to just…be us outside of our little bubble.”

Draco reached into the box again taking out another item. Pulling Harry gently off the table he held up the chain. Heat flared in Harry’s gaze and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Draco keeping up with the deal, shared. “I think Hermione will enjoy running the firm by herself for a while.” He clipped one end of the chain to the ring at the front of the collar, then ran the links through his fingers giving it a slight tug. Harry made a quiet mewling sound and closed his eyes. Draco pressed the length of the chain to Harry’s chest, lining it up down his sternum, across the dip between his abdominal muscles, over his navel until it dangled in front of his cock. He glanced up to see Harry gazing down where Draco’s hand toyed with the clasp on the end of the chain. Draco raised an eyebrow in question.

Harry’s pulse pounded noticeably in his throat as he spoke. “Please.” When Draco didn’t move, he continued. “Please Draco. I’ll be so good, clip it.”

A smile broke across Draco’s face. “You are so good.” He clipped the free end of the chain into the ring of the piercing at the tip of Harry’s cock. The length of the chain was just long enough to provide gentle pressure and keep Harry’s cock in an upright position.

Draco stepped back, taking in the sight. “Level 2 pulse.” When he spoke the words, Harry twitched as the butt plug increased in speed and intensity. 

“Look at yourself.” He moved around behind Harry and steered him in front of the large window. Their image was reflected back at them in the glass. Draco wrapped one arm around Harry’s waist and used the other to cup his bollocks. Harry dropped his head back to Draco’s shoulder, and Draco started biting along the exposed line of Harry’s throat. He sucked a deep purple bruise just below Harry’s ear and met Harry’s eyes in the glass. “Mine.”

“Yours.” Harry confirmed and ground his arse back against Draco’s erection.

“Do you need something, love?” Draco smiled against Harry’s skin.

“I want to feel you.” Harry whined. “Why are you still dressed?”

“Why don’t you get rid of them for me?” Draco licked up the back of Harry’s neck, watching as goose flesh popped up in his wake.

The next moment Draco’s clothes had been banished to a neat pile on a nearby chair. He thrust his cock against Harry’s arse cheek. “You know how hot I find you casual displays of power.”

“Put your hands on the glass, keep your legs together.” Draco summoned the bottle of lube from their bedroom and coated his cock. Stepping behind Harry, he bent his knees slightly and slid his cock in between his thighs, just below the curve of his arse cheeks. They both groaned at the sensations. Draco paused, he could feel the slight thrum of the butt plug in his own cock.

“Level 1 vibrations plus thrusting,” Draco ordered the plug. Harry’s breath hitched with a desperate noise as the plug started a controlled thrusting motion inside him. Draco matched the tempo, thrusting his cock into the snug, hair roughened space between Harry’s muscular thighs. The movements caused the chain between the collar and Harry’s cock to tug gently on each thrust.

Draco moved one hand to gently cradle Harry’s throat below the collar, not squeezing, just there. Possessive. Present. He looked past their reflections over the lights of the city laid out before them. “Where should we go first?” Draco didn’t wait for an answer, breathing heavily he requested, “Engorgio level 1.” A long low moan spilled from Harry’s lips as the plug increased in girth and length inside of him. “Color, pet?”

“Green.” Harry gasped out. “It’s so good…hitting...just…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, but Draco got the point.

Draco drew back, sliding his cock free and pushing Harry forward at the shoulders. “Bend over.”

Harry bent at the waist resting his forearms on the glass. 

“That’s it. Good boy.” Grabbing the bottle of lube Draco poured a generous amount down the crack of Harry’s arse, taking a moment to admire the plug’s relentless slow thrusts into Harry’s clenching hole.

Draco placed one hand on each globe of Harry’s arse and thrust his cock up into the tight hot space between them, pausing with a gasp as the head of his cock slid over the metal monogrammed base of the plug. “Oh fuck, Harry. I can’t get enough of you.” 

He began a stuttering rhythm that had him teetering on the edge much sooner than he’d like. “I am not going to last,” he ground out.

“Come in me.” Harry pleaded. “Draco, please, come inside me.”

Draco used his remaining restraint to pull back enough to ease the plug out and order it to still. Harry’s arsehole clenched around nothing. Draco waited. Just long enough for the absence to register. Long enough for Harry to push back, searching, needy in a way he couldn’t quite control. Then Draco slotted the head of his cock there and sank inside in one long thrust. “So tight, you take me so well.” Draco closed his eyes to try to hold back his orgasm, but Harry pushed back against him.

“Go hard. Fill me up.” Harry’s words broke the tenuous control Draco held. He snapped forward once, twice, then, locking himself into a brutal, controlled rhythm. 

Draco watched in their reflection as Harry’s cock swung until it reached the end of its tether and was pulled back with a tug each time Draco’s hips met Harry’s arse. The sight had Draco’s balls drawing up tight to his body as heat coiled and began to break. He was tipped over the edge when he felt Harry’s inner muscles start to contract around him as he began coming in long thick spurts that hit the glass and the floor and dripped off Harry’s abs.

Draco managed two more thrusts before he was filling Harry with his come as waves of pleasure made his head go light and his legs shake. He gathered his wits enough to grab the plug and hold it ready as he pulled his softening cock out. As Harry’s stretched out hole began to twitch and Draco’s spend to drip out, he reinserted the plug, making sure the monogram was properly aligned. Draco dropped a kiss on Harry’s lower back before pulling him upright and into his arms.

“Think we can get permission from McGonagall to, erm, visit Hogwarts during the summer?” Harry asked groggily.

“That’s where you want to go?” Draco asked, puzzled.

“Mmm…I have some very specific fantasies that involve the Slytherin dorms…” Harry’s voice held a dreamy quality as if he were already lost in those fantasies.

Draco laughed. “I’m sure that can be arranged.”