"I've been waiting for you for hours, you do realise that?" Draco asked as he peppered quick sloppy kisses along Harry's jaw, his hands caressing Harry's naked back, edging slowly towards his jutting hipbones.

"I was ten minutes late," Harry argued, shivering as Draco's fingertips reached lower, lightly touching Harry's arse. "You must have come early."

"Oh, someone will come early, but it won't be me." Draco gave Harry's arse a proper squeeze and then moved his hands to wrap them around Harry's cock.

Harry hissed. "Was that supposed to be a threat? Because I don't exactly feel threatened."

Pressing a kiss to Harry's throat, Draco pulled away to give Harry his best threatening look. "You were late and you should be punished. That means that you get a blowjob and I get to top."

Harry's eyes widened comically. "Oh no! Anything but that," he said, then burst out laughing as Draco grabbed his hips and pushed him down on the bed. "You are evil," Harry said solemnly. "I should have listened to my well-meaning friends. Threatening with blowjobs. That's just nasty."

Draco was barely listening. He was distracted by the sight of Harry, sprawled on the bed, wearing nothing but a trusting smile and a warm gaze. It was still hard to believe that this was real. Draco suspected that he would never fully believe it.

Harry's smile wavered. "Er, that was a joke. I'd like a blowjob, please."

Snapping out of his reverie, Draco grinned and reached for the tube of lubricant that lay on the bed beside them.

"Well, now you're not getting one," Draco declared, smearing lube over his fingers and then grabbing Harry's cock again.

Harry gasped, his hips rising upwards. "I thought you said you were topping?" he panted as he curled his hands into fists, the muscles on his stomach quivering as he thrust upwards into Draco's slick hands.

"I am," Draco said smugly, released Harry's cock and promptly straddled his hips.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he only managed to gurgle incoherently as Draco reached back and gripped Harry's cock, and then slowly sank down onto it. Closing his eyes for a moment and waiting for the slight burn to pass, Draco pressed his palms onto Harry's stomach and marvelled at the tiny shivers that raked through the naked body beneath him; aside from that, Harry was completely still, waiting for Draco to make his move.

Breathing in deeply, Draco opened his eyes and leaned in, making them both gasp. He grabbed Harry's wrists and pinned them to the bed, and then he looked down victoriously at Harry's flushed face, framed by wild black hair. "I have you, Potter."

Harry tried to half-heartedly free his hands and failing that, he cocked his head and squinted up at Draco. "Let me get this straight," he said, "this is my punishment for being late?"

Draco frowned, then shook his head, forced to laugh at himself. "I should work on my torture techniques," he admitted and slowly rolled his hips.

"No, no," Harry gasped. "You're really good at torture. I'm positively suffering."

Draco continued moving leisurely, circling his hips and enjoying the fascinating feeling of fullness; a feeling he liked more than he thought was normal. Harry obediently stayed still, his green eyes focused on Draco's face as though entranced by what he saw.

"Next time you arrive late for a meeting, I will do something nasty to you," Draco promised, knowing he was lying. As long as Harry kept coming to their meetings, Draco was more likely to reward him than to punish him.

To emphasise his point, Draco gripped Harry's wrists tighter and sped up the movements of his hips. However, as Harry laughed breathlessly, Draco realised that his threats were counterproductive.

Harry threw his head back and moaned — nearly purred — contently as he said, "Something tells me that in the future I'll strive not to be punctual."