Drabble Day Prompt 17

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You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains.

Lyrics from Sara Bareilles' Gravity


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Without Chains (Harry/Draco)

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Title: Without Chains
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Words: 114

He has no idea what I feel for him. Hell, for the longest time, I didn't know myself. But it's all too clear now. Painfully clear.

I'm in love with Harry Bloody Potter.

I watch him from across the dorm. He's so comfortable in his own skin now, and I'm a pariah. It's not that I expected anything different. They all look at me with disgust. Except him. Am I mistaken or do I see a hint of understanding in his eyes?

It matters not. I'm indebted to him and I know it. I'd follow him wherever he asked. Because he holds me without touch. He keeps me without chains. I am his.

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Title I always go back
Summary I always go back to him. Because, somehow he keeps me without chains.
A/N Angst, no pairing, the song Gravity heavily abused for this.
Word count 118.

It doesn’t matter how often he yells hurtful things at me. It doesn’t matter if he happens to hit me. I always go back. It doesn’t matter how I have promised myself not to go back. He leaves for work, after bringing me down, and I stand up tall, and start packing.

I repeat constantly for an hour, how I won’t let him reel me in again, how I will leave for good this time.

However, something always brings me back to him, it never takes too long. He holds me without touch. It’s horrible, but it’s the truth. He keeps me here, without chains. I could run any moment now, but I won’t. I always go back.

Scorpius/?

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Scorpius looked up from the bed, hands clasped and resting against the bed.

"You cannot move, do you understand?"

Scorpius gave a slight nod, staring wide-eyed into the eyes of his Master. He wanted to obey with everything in him.

His Master began to move hands over him, sending sparks of awareness through his body. He ignored the slight tickles, the scratch of nails, and concentrated on breathing and staying still.

"Good boy, Scorpius." A thumb rubbed across his lips, followed by a tongue. Scorpius swallowed back his groan.

His Master's hand grasped his cock and a whimper escaped before Scorpius could stop it.

"Shh," his Master breathed, the soft air caressing his too-hot flesh. Then a mouth engulfed him and he was an inferno, steel almost hot enough to melt.

"Good boy." The voice caressed Severus' skin, each word a link in the chain that held him to his Master. "So beautiful. So perfect."

He kept himself rigid and tight, fighting the desperation urge to thrust up.

"Speak to me, beautiful Scorpius. Tell me what you want."

"You, Master. Want you. In me, around me. Want to please you, Master. Want to obey. Please."

"Good boy." The mouth kept it's slow pace on his cock, but the torture had been going on for hours. His orgasm was held back with sheer determination and he was desperate for release.

The mouth moved away and Scorpius bit back his protest. He would do what he was told, no matter what it was.

"Come for me, Scorpius."

Pleasure shot through him and it was his Master's pleasure as well as his own. Their pleasure. The final link that bound them into one.