Harry shuddered, his breathing slowing down as he hugged Draco into his side. As the aftershocks stopped raking through his body, he cleaned their mess with a flick of his wand before discarding it again, leaving them dry and snug as he slowly ran his fingers in circles on Draco's back.

He was sure the novelty would wear off eventually, but having convinced himself this would never happened again, he felt like he was currently floating on a cloud of euphoria, two feet above the rumpled bed sheets. "You're perfect," he murmured into blond hair.

Draco chuckled and shook his head into Harry's neck, but didn't say anything to contradict him. Instead, he began languorous kisses along Harry's collar bone, trailing up his neck to find his mouth. "You tired?" he asked.

His tone made Harry pull away and look him in the eye. "No," he said, excitement flurrying through him.

"Well," said Draco hesitantly but with a hint of determination. "You packed such a nice bag, it would be a shame not to put some of it to use..."

One wrong look from Harry would shatter this, he knew. So he didn't say anything to begin with, he just shifted a little so he was more under Draco, back flush with the bed and the duvet they were still on top of, and looked up at him. "I'm yours," he said softly. "I'll do anything you want."

That made Draco's eyes dilate, breath hitching. He leant over the side of the bed to rummage in the bag's front compartment, pulling out Harry's fluffy handcuffs that had started out as a joke present from Seamus Finnigan, but had actually been put to good use more times than his Irish friend would ever care to find out.

Again, without a word, Harry just kept Draco's eye contact, shuffled his shoulders down a little against the pillows, and raised his hands above his head, crossed at the wrists.

If Draco had ever played around with cuffs before, it hadn't been with Harry. But at seeing his willingness he seemed eager to keep going, transfiguring the regular headboard of the bed into wooden slats, giving him something to loop the short chain around as he clipped the ends around Harry's waiting wrists.

"Violets?" he checked.

Harry felt a spike of panic as the restraints went on, but at Draco reaffirming the safe word he felt the calm settle on his chest before he'd even really had a chance to register it. "Violets," he said with a little nod. He knew what they were doing, he was fine.

There was a welcome basket of home comforts courtesy of the hotel on the cabinet nearest to them, wrapped in cellophane and until now complete ignored by both men. But Draco flicked his wand again and the packaging came undone, letting him pluck something nestled between the bath robes and slippers. A grey and black, soft looking, sleep mask. "How about now?"

Harry was almost surprised he was not only not bothered at the idea of being blindfolded, it actually made his heart skip a little beat. Well, he wanted to prove he trusted Draco, and he guessed that the idea of closing his eyes (not exactly uncommon during sex) was okay to him.

So Harry allowed half a smile to creep up on his lips, and closed his eyes voluntarily. "Surprise me," he said, delighted at how much he meant that.

The next thing he felt was his glasses slowly, but gently, being slid off his face. Then Draco hooked the eye mask over his head and positioned it with care so it sat comfortably. "Okay?" he asked, and Harry nodded.

A swift kiss landed on his lips. There was a pause, and then it came back again, more invasive, parting his mouth with a sturdy tongue. Even this had Harry's heart racing with the added sensation of limited movement and sight. He really was Draco's right then, having almost no control over his own self.

"Give me a sec," Draco breathed, and then his weight lifted from the bed, leaving Harry trussed up and naked. He indulged in another one of those long breaths, every inch of him desperate for an indication of Draco's return. He was safe. He was Draco's. It was okay.

It wasn't long before the bed shifted again, signalling Draco was back, perched on the edge of the bed. Harry bit his lip as he felt Draco's hand cup his jaw. "Okay?" he asked again.

Harry nodded. "Perfect." The hand was gently removed, leaving Harry tingling in anticipation, until another soft touch graced the side of his face. A subtle scent also tickled the back of his throat, and he realised what was caressing slowly down his skin were flower petals.

Draco must have fetched some of the violets from the living room, and Harry keened at the thought. He couldn't believe he'd ever been nervous about organising them, they were his and Draco's signature, what had brought them together. Two different species, that belonged in the same love story.

Harry relaxed as Draco dragged the petals down his neck and up his right arm. He could feel from the way the bed was shifting his body was hovering above him, his free hand resting the other side of Harry's torso. Harry imagined how he was watching him, studying him, and it made the stroke of the flowers even sweeter against his skin.

When he'd played around with those couple of guys before, he'd thought it had been all about their dominance. Now he understood, it was all about his submission. Maybe this would be as beneficial to him as it would to Draco; there was something remarkable about letting go, relinquishing control.

The violets skimmed over the sensitive areas of his palms and fingertips, trailing back down his left arm and along his collar bone. "You have such a beautiful body," Draco murmured, following the flowers along Harry's sternum with chaste kisses.

"It's yours," Harry breathed, already feeling his arousal re-building from their previous excursion.

The flowers disappeared but the kisses worked their way back up, along collar and neck and jaw. "No," said Draco reaching his mouth. "I'm just borrowing it. I'm it's custodian." The words vibrated through Harry's mouth as he succumbed to the kiss, wanting to feel Draco's skin against his own and raising his chest in search of more contact.

But Draco drew back, breathless and laughing softly. "Not done with you yet," he teased. Harry gave him a little whimper of protest like a puppy, and he laughed again. He didn't leave the bed though, and Harry heard a subtle chink from the cabinet to his left.

He gasped suddenly as freezing droplets landed on his chest between his pectorals, the cold and wetness a sharp contrast to how soft and warm he'd been feeling. Draco's tongue came next, licking up the icy gin. "I thought you looked thirsty," he taunted. Then the coldness touched his lips, and Harry realised he was running one of the ice cubes along the edge of his mouth.

"See," purred Draco as Harry tilted his chin to lick and suck at the cube as well as Draco's wet fingertips. "Thirsty." He replaced the ice with his mouth, hot on Harry's cool skin, hand drifting down to Harry's right nipple, sliding the melting ice over his hard nub and making it numb.

Harry shuddered against Draco, letting the coldness wash over him as Draco bruised his lips with his own. Just when the ice was starting to feel painful, it was dragged across to give the other side the same treatment. He broke off the kiss and moved to suck of the cold nipple instead, teasing it once more with his teeth.

Harry was definitely hard again, his cock feeling hot in contrast to the iciness trailing over his chest. This hadn't escaped Draco's attention apparently, as he began easing his hand and mouth downwards, skimming Harry's belly button, trailing wetness through the soft line of hair.

Harry screwed up his eyes against the soft material of the mask, panting heavily as the ice found its way along his length, making him grit his teeth as he fought between pleasure and pain. Despite the fluffy covering, the handcuffs still bit at his wrists as he jerked and pulled against the restraints, making them jangle against the modified bed posts, but he didn't want Draco to stop. He didn't want any of it to stop. He felt dizzy, like he was outside of his own body, floating high above and watching.

"Please," he found himself whispering, not sure what he was asking for. "Please Draco."

The ice had practically melted, and Harry felt the last sliver disappear between his and Draco's skin. With that, Draco lifted his touch away, and Harry bit his lip in anticipation, feeling the weight of the bed shift as Draco crawled back up to nuzzle his face into the side of Harry's neck.

"I want to play with my favourite toy," he said tentatively. "Would you like that?"

Harry knew exactly what he was talking about, but they'd never used it on him. "For me?" he clarified, and little breathless, and Draco nodded into his hair. He turned his head slightly, leaning into Draco. "I'd like that," he said, his voice catching a little.

He felt Draco move again, reaching back for the rucksack. Harry waited a few moments, shivering in anticipation, skin chilled from the ice but also hot with desire.

The next thing he felt was Draco's slick fingers slide gently between his legs and he gasped as he stroked him tenderly before carefully slipping a finger inside him. It had been a very long time since Harry had bottomed, and he'd forgotten how mind-blowingly good the sensation was of feeling someone enter him. Draco had never done this with him before, it was always the other way round, and for the first time since they'd started he wanted to take the mask off, and the cuffs. He wanted this to be something they shared together.

Draco eased another finger in and he moaned, pushing against him as he moved slowly back and forth, preparing Harry, scissoring the fingers more and more. "You ready?" he asked.

Harry nodded, playing along with the game a while longer. Draco's favourite toy was the gayest little vibrator Harry had ever seen, and he constantly delighted in laughing and teasing him about it. It was pink and sparkly – sparkly! Harry liked to pretend he was offended he had to use it when Draco was in the mood. But as the subtle tell-tale buzz sounded, and Draco pushed it gently against and inside him, he thought maybe he'd have to take some of his words back.

He arched his back and neck into the mattress and pillows, gasping in pleasure. He felt full, but not too full, and the vibrations were driving him crazy within seconds as Draco rubbed the toy back and forth. Harry forced himself to relax though, he didn't want to come too soon, but Draco didn't exactly help with that when he wrapped his other hand around his cock, giving it a quick squeeze.

"Want you," Harry uttered. "Want to touch, want to see."

Immediately, the vibrator slipped out of him and Harry heard it bounce on the floor as the buzzing stopped. Draco scrambled up the bed, yanking off the eye mask as he kissed Harry's lips and ran his fingers through his hair. "Glasses?" he asked, popping open the cuffs, but Harry shook his head, grabbing forwards as soon as he was free, pulling Draco flush against his body, wrapping them together, becoming one.

"No just please, I want – want you."

There was another splash of lube, and then, for the first time, Draco eased himself into Harry, hot and tight and perfect. Harry cried out as they tumbled back down to the bed, hands digging into Draco's shoulders as they began to rock back and forth. "Harry," he groaned.

"So good," Harry whispered between kisses. "Yes, like that – ah!" He wasn't going to last long, but it didn't seem Draco would either, so he didn't try and hold onto his building orgasm. "Going to-" he gasped.

"Me too," Draco cried, impossibly picking up the pace even more, shattering Harry into a million pieces, their screams mingling as the world fell apart around them.

Slowly, Harry blinked his way back to reality, Draco collapsed on his chest, still inside him, their wetness seemingly everywhere. "You okay?" he whispered shakily.

"Fucking fantastic," Draco mumbled into his chest, making Harry laugh.

After a while, he pulled tentatively out of him, and Harry rolled over to get his wand and clean them up. The floor was littered with all the various items they'd been playing with, but the only thing left on the bed was them, so Harry yanked up the sheets so they could get under the covers. "Come here," he said warmly, and Draco snuggled up to his side as they enveloped themselves in the soft, fat duvet.

They were a tangle of limbs and slowly rising and falling chests. "How do you feel?" Harry asked after a while, stroking the silky blond hair he wasn't ashamed to admit he'd missed keenly.

"Amazing," Draco said, but with a hint of caution as he looked up at Harry through coppery lashes. "Was I – was it okay?"

Harry blinked at him. "Draco," he said sternly. "That's probably the best sex I've ever had in my life. You're incredible."

Bashfulness swept over Draco's face and he buried it again in Harry's shoulder, making him grin. "I got a bit caught up in the moment," he admitted from the crook of Harry's neck.

"Well, good," Harry told him. "That's sort of the point. And now I know what you're capable of, don't think you're going to get away with me doing all the hard work anymore." He poked him in the ribs, making them both laugh as Draco rose his head to look at him again. "I mean it," Harry said, a little more serious. "I want you making love to me. I'm yours, just as much as you're mine."

Draco stroked his hair, rubbing it between his fingers. "Equal partners," he agreed.

It wasn't long before tiredness overcame them, and they nestled down into the multiple pillows hotels always thought it was necessary to give people, looking out over the whole of London as they dozed off.

"Harry," said Draco in such a small voice, he almost missed it.

"Hmm?"

There was a pause, filled with only soft breaths and fingers trailing along skin. And then..."I love you."

Harry squeezed his eyes even tighter together, emotion welling up in him. "I love you too," he said thickly.