The next morning, Harry woke to the sounds of a shower running. It took him a few minutes to remember where he was, but the night's events bombarded him, and his morning erection throbbed. Merlin, it had been so perfect.
He had just convinced himself not to tend to his problem while in Draco's bed, when the shower cut off. Harry rolled to his side, so that he wouldn't be raising the sheet.
Draco padded into the room, naked but for a towel slung low on his hips, and he smiled when he saw Harry.
"You look good in my bed," Draco's smile faltered just a bit, and a slight blush crept over his face.
Harry shifted nervously, but he was determined not to let this become awkward, so he replied, "I like being in your bed."
Draco smiled brightly again, and his eyes drifted down Harry's body, where he was desperately trying, in vain, to hide his state of arousal.
"Need some help with that?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow and licking his lips.
"Um…" But, Draco didn't wait for a reply.
He moved swiftly, approaching the bed, and pulling the sheet back. Harry tried to shield himself from Draco's gaze, but Draco was having none of it.
Harry's hands were pinned to the bed, and his cock was encased in the warmth of Draco's mouth before he could even comprehend what was happening. Draco sucked him slowly, and, just like last night, his eyes stayed locked on Harry's.
Draco made little sounds of contentment, as he licked and sucked Harry's length, and Harry could almost believe he wanted to do it. Harry knew he wouldn't last long, not with Draco tending him so expertly, and the heat of Draco's gaze burning through him.
"Oh god," Harry sighed, when Draco's tongue flicked against his slit.
Harry worked his hands free of Draco's grip, and slipped them into the silky softness of Draco's slightly damp hair. As his fingers massaged over Draco's scalp, Draco's eyes fell closed, and he moaned around Harry's cock. That was all it took for Harry to come.
Rather than bursting forth, as it had last night, Harry's orgasm was like riding a wave. The build-up was fast, but he crested gently, and relaxed immediately afterward, with his cock still in Draco's mouth.
Draco pulled away slowly, almost as if he didn't want to. But, instead of moving, he pillowed his head on Harry's thigh, lightly playing with the hair on Harry's stomach, similar to the position he'd taken last night after sucking Harry dry.
Harry was enjoying the soft touches, and the sound of their breathing, when Draco spoke, "Are you coming back?"
"Hm?" Harry asked, still floating in his post coital daze.
"Will I see you again?" The question was posed casually, like Draco didn't really care one way or the other, but when Harry took a few seconds to think before replying, Draco's hand stilled and he stopped breathing for a moment.
"Do you want me to come back?"
Harry was buying time, and trying not to appear too eager. Of course he wanted to see Draco again. He just wished it could be under different circumstances. He tried to imagine taking the blond out to dinner, but pushed that thought away almost immediately. They'd never make it through a meal without hexing one another. On top of that, this was Draco's job, and Harry was just a client, one of many. Harry had almost forgot that several times.
"I do have bills to pay," Draco said, but when Harry quickly removed his hand from where it had still been resting in Draco's hair, he hurried to continue, "and you weren't half bad, Potter. I daresay, it has been quite a while since I've enjoyed sex as much as I did last night. So, if you are so inclined, I think I could make arrangements to see you again. Next week, perhaps?"
Harry carded his hand through Draco's hair again, and he was sure Draco purred. "I'd like that."
"Good. Breakfast? I had Millie prepare enough for two, if you'd like to join me."
Since Harry had just been thinking they shouldn't attempt eating together, or really anything that required much conversation, for that matter, Harry answered, "No, I really think I should head home, but thank you for the offer."
Draco lifted his head and smiled. "You're welcome, and really, you should eat something. I know I'm famished, and you could probably use a good meal too. Millie makes the best eggs."
Harry's breath caught at the look on Draco's face. His expression was open, honest, and almost pleading. Harry was sure that if he said no again, Draco's mask would slip back into place. He couldn't bear to see that happen. There was something very intriguing about this Draco, and Harry wanted to know him better. So, against his better judgment, he nodded.
"Sure, just let me get dressed."
Draco positively beamed, as he stood and handed Harry a stack of freshly laundered clothes.
"I had Millie clean them for you."
As Harry quickly pulled on his jeans and shirt, Draco grabbed a robe from his closet and slipped it on. It was a dark blue silk material, and it looked fantastic draped over Draco's long, lithe body. It was long enough to brush his knees, and Harry admired the way Draco's calves flexed as he walked.
Once they were seated at Draco's dining room table, a house elf popped in, placing plates in front of each of them. Surprisingly, Draco thanked the creature, and she smiled slightly before disappearing again.
The eggs really were rather good, and Harry was very relieved when Draco began to eat in silence. They didn't speak at all, and though Harry itched for a bit of conversation, he knew it was probably best if they took baby steps. Yeah, the sex was great, but that didn't mean they'd be good at talking about other things.
Harry finished his food, and saw that Draco was almost finished as well. But rather than sit there awkwardly, Harry cleared his throat and stood. He fished in his pocket, and was happy to note that all his personal belongings, including his money, had been placed back in the appropriate pockets.
Harry laid the money they'd agreed upon on the table, plus a bit extra. When he looked up, Draco was eyeing the coins lying on the table. He was frozen, with his fork halfway to his mouth, but his eyes did not waver from the money. Harry tried not to be hurt by that, but it stung, nonetheless.
Harry's hand dropped to his side, and with a softly spoken, "Thank you for breakfast, and well, everything, really. See you next week," He turned and headed for the door.
His hand had just fallen on the doorknob, when a set of arms wrapped around him from behind. One hand slipped into his pocket, and he heard the jingle of coins.
"You left too much," Draco breathed into Harry's ear, as he placed the money back in Harry's pocket.
"I…I meant to." Harry replied, unsteadily. He could hardly believe the way his body was responding to the feel of Draco pressed against him. He'd been completely sated not long before. Now, he was growing harder with every passing second.
Draco kissed the back of Harry's neck, then spun him around and crushed their lips together. Draco kissed him long and hard, his hands wandering over Harry's back and arse. It didn't take long for the two of them to be tangled together against the door.
When Draco leaned back, his face was flushed, and he was smiling in much the same way as he had when Harry had agreed to have breakfast with him.
"Same time next week then?" Draco asked, and Harry could only nod.
"Good, see you then." Draco ushered Harry out the door, still grinning in that perfectly lovely way.
X.X
Harry spent the next few days trying not to think about Draco, and failing miserably. By Tuesday, he was anxious about seeing Neville. He knew his friend would be all too eager to hear about his night with the blond, and Harry wasn't sure he wanted to discuss it.
Neville was waiting at their normal booth, and he grinned knowingly at Harry as he sat across from him.
"So, did you go?"
Harry nodded, and just in case they had any eavesdroppers, he cast an Imperturbable.
"How was it? It was brilliant, right? It's always brilliant with him."
Harry had to fight back jealousy and was a little surprised at himself. Neville was his friend, and he had no claim on Draco. Still, it aggravated him a bit that Neville had slept with Draco. It was one thing to know what Draco did, but another thing entirely to be sitting across from another man that shared his bed on a regular basis.
"It was good, yeah." And, Harry would be content to leave it at that; Neville had other ideas.
"What did you think about that bed? I swear I've never seen anything like it before."
Harry's brow furrowed, "Well, it was nice, but I didn't notice anything unusual about it."
He could remember every detail, down to the way the sheets had felt against his heated skin, and there had been nothing extraordinary about Draco's bed.
"It's round! And, it vibrates! Or did he not show you that? I don't think he showed me on my first visit either, come to think of it. I think he didn't want to scare me away." Neville laughed, and though he was looking at Harry, his gaze seemed far away. He was thinking about Draco. Or, to be more accurate, he was thinking about sex with Draco. Harry raged internally, and had to take a huge drink of his firewhisky to calm himself before speaking.
"It wasn't round. I mean, I guess it was a bit large for a bed, and the canopy was nice, but other than that, there was nothing weird about it."
Neville's eyes grew wide, and he didn't say anything for a few minutes. When he did speak again, he didn't say anything further about the bed. However, it was obvious he wasn't finished talking about Draco.
"So, what time did you get home Friday night? I tried to floo call you, but you didn't answer."
"Oh, I didn't get in until Saturday morning."
Neville tilted his head, looking confused, and asked, "Where did you stay?"
"What do you mean?" Honestly, Harry didn't want to talk about this any longer.
"Well, if you didn't go home, where did you go?"
"I stayed at Draco's."
Neville choked on his drink, spraying a bit across the table.
Once he'd caught his breath, Neville asked, incredulously, "Are you serious? You asked to stay the night?"
"No," Harry said, "he asked me to stay."
"This isn't right," Neville carefully lowered his drink to the table, and looked at Harry very seriously.
"What isn't right? Really, Neville. Can we talk about something else? Please?"
Neville would not be deterred. "I need to hear about your night. I want every detail, right down to each and every word you spoke to each other, and how he acted."
Harry reached for his cloak hanging on the back of his chair, and started to put it on. But, when Neville reached over, and grabbed his arm, he stopped.
"It's important, Harry. Please, just tell me everything, and I'll not say a word until you're finished."
Harry huffed, but let his cloak fall back over the chair. He really did want to tell someone about this. But, he was still feeling a bit jealous of Neville, and he didn't want any of that leaking into their friendship. He was scared if he talked to Neville about Draco, he'd end up making an arse of himself. He'd probably do something really barmy, like, tell Neville to stop seeing him.
Neville seemed serious, though, so Harry started talking. He told Neville every dirty detail, even though he was blushing furiously at times. By the time he was finished, Neville's mouth was hanging open, and it took him a while to say anything.
"I don't know what to think…but he treats me differently. I think he has a thing for you."
"I don't know what you mean." But, Harry's heart fluttered anyway.
"Well, for starters, he's never kissed me, not that I haven't tried. But, the first time I tried, he pushed me away. He says that kisses are for lovers. But, maybe it's just me." Neville sighed and seemed to deflate.
Harry didn't want to reassure Neville, or at least, not when it came to Draco, but Neville was his friend.
"I'm sure it isn't you, Neville."
Neville laughed without much humour. "Well, the only other option is that he's really interested in you. And, that's a bit unbelievable."
"Hey!" Harry cried out, more than a little insulted. Sure, he wasn't a great catch, but he liked to think he'd have at least something to offer.
"Oh no, that's not what I mean. Of course you're interesting Harry. I just mean, you two hate each other, right? You haven't talked in years, so it isn't like he's had a chance to get to know you since school. So, if he's interested, the only thing that makes any sense whatsoever, is he's always liked you. And, isn't that just too strange to contemplate?"
Harry thought about the way Draco had kissed him. Then, he remembered the way Draco had touched him, almost reverently. Draco had been so very gentle. But no, it was his job, nothing more.
"I'm sure he treats every client differently. Maybe he understood that I'd need more than a quick shag."
Harry shrugged, determined to find something else to talk about.
"Maybe," Neville said, like he wasn't really convinced.
The rest of the night was awkward. Harry was still feeling a bit jealous, and Neville's mind seemed to be wandering. Possibly, Harry thought, he was remembering how Draco felt on top of him, inside of him. Harry wondered if Draco had ever sucked Neville's cock, then promptly decided he'd had enough to drink. If he was considering Neville's penis in any context, then it was definitely time to call it a night.
X.X
Friday morning was nerve wracking for Harry. It seemed he had twice the paperwork he normally did, and every other person that walked by his office stopped in to complain about something. He just wanted the day to be over; he was going out tonight.
No, he corrected himself, he wasn't going out. He was going to see a prostitute. He was going to see Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was a prostitute and Harry was going to let Draco fuck him, and he was going to enjoy it. Harry chuckled to himself, wondering how he might have reacted to hearing that several years ago.
Harry's office floo tinkled, indicating a call from outside the Ministry. Rising from his chair, he waved his wand at the fireplace, and just as he'd suspected, Neville's face popped into view.
"It isn't me!" Neville said.
"Um, I hate to tell you mate, but I'm looking at you right now. It's definitely you. As a matter of fact, you're the only person who calls me at work."
"No, I mean with… Are you alone right now? Can I come through?'
"Yeah," Harry said, stepping back and shutting his office door.
Neville stepped through the grate, grinning broadly.
"I have great news! Or, it was great to me anyway. You, on the other hand, might be disturbed."
Harry pulled a chair up for Neville to sit.
"What is going to disturb me?" Harry asked, slouching into his own chair, and propping his feet up on the desk. It was his office, and he'd use his desk, and the mounds of paperwork, for a footstool if he wanted.
"I'm pretty sure he's treating you a lot differently than he does all of his other clients."
"Merlin, Neville, not this again. Look," Harry said, suddenly sitting up straight, and scrambling at the papers on his desk, "I have a lot of work to do, and I don't have time-"
"Harry, just listen to me for a minute, yeah? I've talked to two of his other clients, and both of them have had experiences similar to mine. It was a bit of work tracking them down, he's so secretive, but I had to know. I had to know for my sake and yours. I really think you should talk to him. Harry, he doesn't take his clients to his private bedroom. He doesn't kiss his clients, and he doesn't ask us to stay the night. He does treat you differently; to him, you aren't a client."
Harry shook his head, "No, I paid him, so I am a client, and it's his business how he handles his clients. Besides, he'll probably do me the same way tonight. Then, I can come back and tell you how wrong you are."
"You're seeing him tonight?" Neville looked at Harry like Harry had lost his mind.
"Well, yeah. He invited me back, and I didn't want to be rude or-"
"He invited you?"
Harry blushed. That part was the one thing he'd left out of his story earlier in the week. He hadn't wanted to seem desperate or anything. So, he'd not told Neville he was going back to visit Draco.
"Um, yeah?"
"He's never invited me back. I always have to call him and set up an appointment. And, I've most certainly never been to see him two weeks in a row. I get to visit once a month, at most."
Harry felt a little smug about that piece of information. Neville wasn't getting to see Draco as often as he'd like. That made Harry feel just a little less envious of the time Draco spent with one of his best mates.
"Maybe he won't want to see me anymore after tonight," An even worse thought crossed Harry's mind, "or, maybe he's setting me up. Maybe he's going to use this to humiliate me."
Harry didn't think he'd be able to stomach that. Humiliation he could deal with, and being humiliated by Draco Malfoy was nothing new to him either. But, in this situation, Harry thought it just might sting.
"I don't think so, I really don't. In order for him to use this against you, he'd have to go public with his profession, and I really don't think he has any intentions of doing that. I think he honestly likes you, Harry."
There was absolutely no way Harry was going to believe that. He could allow himself to believe that. It was too dangerous to consider.
X.X
His conversation with Neville was at the forefront of his mind when Harry knocked on Draco's door. He'd decided, sometime between finally getting Neville out of his office and making his way here, that he was going to watch Draco very closely tonight.
"Harry," Draco said, with a noticeable lack of disdain, as he opened the door and welcomed Harry into his flat.
The door closed behind him, and Draco pulled Harry into a searing kiss, already fingering the buttons on Harry's shirt. Draco made short work of Harry's shirt, and discarded it near the sofa, as he pulled Harry along by the waistband of his trousers.
As they walked down the hall, toward the same room Draco had taken him last week, Harry noticed another door, this one on the right side of the hall.
"Neville says you have a vibrating bed." Harry was fishing for information, he wanted to make sense of this 'special treatment' Neville said he was getting.
Draco paused at Harry's statement, his mouth still pressed against Harry's collarbone, and his hand poised over the doorknob of his bedroom - his private bedroom, if Neville was to be believed. It was, apparently, a bedroom Draco didn't use for clients.
"I do. I didn't take you for the sort who'd be interested in something as cheap as a vibrating bed."
Draco still hadn't moved, and Harry was grasping for something to say. He was hard, painfully so, and part of him wanted to let it drop and allow Draco to have his wicked way with him again. But, another part of him was curious, and not so much about the bed. He wanted to know why Draco took his other clients to that bed, but not him.
"Can I see it?"
Still, Draco didn't move, and he hardly seemed to be breathing.
"Why?" Harry heard the reservation in Draco's voice, and was confused and intrigued by it.
"Why not?"
"Well, for starters, we're in the middle of something here," Draco said, pushing his hand into Harry's trousers and cupping Harry's erection.
Twisting away from Draco's questing hand, Harry stepped out of reach. Draco sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Why are you so interested in that bed?"
"Why won't you just show me?" Harry countered.
"Fine," Draco relented, crossing the hallway and opening the door on the other side.
Harry stepped up, peering over Draco's shoulder. Sure enough, there, in the middle of the room, sat a circular bed. The bed was covered in blood red pillows and silk sheets. The room itself was decorated in black and a deep red. Harry could picture the room bathed in candle light. It would most certainly set a scene of seduction. But, the thought of being in that room with Draco caused him to shudder. It was just too fake.
"Okay," Harry said, turning away from the room, hoping Draco would get the hint and close the door.
"Satisfied?" Draco asked huffily.
"Yeah." Harry replied, though he wasn't satisfied, not by a long shot. He'd thought seeing that room, might help him figure Draco out. But, all it had done was make Harry jealous. That room, Harry thought, shooting the room a nasty glare over his shoulder, was where Draco took his other lovers. No, not lovers, but clients. So, what was different about Harry? Why didn't Harry get the same treatment?
Draco moved around Harry, stopping in front of him. A warm hand trailed down Harry's bare chest, and despite his confusion, Harry responded with a moan.
"Can we commence with the shagging now? Or did you want the full tour?" Draco asked, moving closer, his lips only a hairsbreadth away from Harry's.
Draco's eyes were dark with lust, his lips bright red from their earlier snogging, and his face was still glowing slightly with an aroused flush.
"Shagging," Harry said, tossing his questions aside for the moment. Surely he'd think clearer afterwards anyway.
Draco grinned, then leaned forward enough to bring their months together. Everything after that was a bit of a blur for Harry.
Somehow they made it from the hallway to Draco's bed. The next thing he knew, they were naked and pressed closely together. Draco moved slowly against him, pushing him to the edge, only to gently pull him back over and over again. By the time Draco finally entered him, they were slick with sweat and panting wildly.
Harry rolled his hips with every one of Draco's thrusts, trying to speed him up, but Draco would not be convinced. Harry's cock throbbed, but Draco only touched him lightly, teasingly, and it drove Harry mad with need. Harry's skin tingled everywhere Draco's body touched him, and he begged brokenly for more. He couldn't get enough of this, and he didn't think he ever would.
When Harry finally came, he was left breathless by the look in Draco's eyes as he watched. There was something almost tender about the way Draco smiled when Harry finally relaxed. Harry was completely exhausted, but Draco still hadn't come.
Wordlessly, Draco flipped them, so that Harry was sitting on him and Harry gasped at the change in angle. His sleeping cock jumped, and even having just come, Harry began to harden again.
"Fuck," Harry whispered, dipping his head down to nip at Draco's jaw.
"Ride me, Harry," Draco groaned, his hips lifting slightly.
Never having been on top, so to speak, Harry wasn't sure how to move, but Draco guided him through it. Soon, Harry was rising and falling steadily and Draco made his pleasure known every time Harry took him in.
"That's it, so good. Fuck. Harder."
The room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together and their moans. Harry grasped at every part of Draco he could reach, and Draco clung desperately to Harry's hips. Harry was sure he'd have fingertip shaped bruises tomorrow, but just then, he needed Draco's tight grip.
Draco came first, shouting his release loudly, and tightening his grip to an almost painful degree. Harry growled in frustration, his cock aching for relief. Draco pulled Harry upwards, causing his spent shaft to slip from Harry's body. Harry mourned the loss for only a moment, because Draco's mouth opened, and then sealed around the head of Harry's cock.
"Oh god," Harry whimpered, screwing his eyes shut and clawing at the headboard.
It took only moments for Harry to begin teetering on the brink of orgasm. He tried to push Draco's head back, but Draco wouldn't budge.
"Gonna come," Harry moaned, still trying to pull back.
Draco only took him deeper, worked him with more enthusiasm. Then Harry was coming so hard he growled and thrust forward, disregarding Draco entirely. When he regained his composure, he moved back quickly, a stream of apologies falling off his lips.
"Merlin, Draco, I didn't mean to do that. I swear! I'm so sorry…"
But, Draco didn't' seem angry at all. In fact, he pulled Harry's hips toward him again, and licked a slow stripe up Harry's cock, catching the last bead of Harry's come on his tongue.
"Delicious," Draco murmured, planting a soft kiss on the tip of Harry's length.
Harry blushed, and tried to climb off Draco. Not only was he sitting on Draco's chest, but he knew it wouldn't be long before gravity would take effect; he'd be mortified if he dripped on Draco. But, Draco held him tightly, continuing to kiss and lick at Harry's groin, thighs, and bollocks.
It was a little uncomfortable, having Draco's face planted in such an intimate area, especially when they'd both already come. However, it was also kind of sweet. Draco was making the cutest sounds, but Harry didn't dare voice that observation, not with Draco's teeth so close to important body parts.
Just when Harry was preparing to insist Draco stop, so that he could slip off to the loo, Draco mouthed at a particularly ticklish spot on Harry's inner thigh. Harry jumped and laughed, and instantly regretted it.
"Oh Potter, ticklish are we?" Draco asked with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Malfoy, don't you dare," Harry said, in his best Auror voice. It was no use. Draco's fingers grazed softly over that spot again, and Harry jerked, trying to pull his leg away and laughing at the same time. Harry's legs were so tangled in the sheets that he couldn't make an effective retreat.
Draco grinned and tried to find the spot again. But, Harry was quicker, and finally freed his legs and leapt from the bed. He expected Draco to chase him, so when he made it to the door of Draco's loo without hearing sounds of pursuit, he turned.
Draco was still lying in the bed, his arms behind his head, and a smile softening his face in a way that made Harry's stomach flip. Harry was suddenly self-conscious, standing there naked with Draco watching him so closely.
"Um, I'm just going to hop in the shower really quick."
Draco nodded, but his eyes still roamed freely over Harry's naked body. Harry quickly stepped into the loo and shut the door.
Harry's mind was racing, as he started the shower and began lathering his hair. Was Draco so tender with his other clients? Did he practically thank them for coming in his mouth? Was he playful with them? God, he had so many questions to ask Neville come Tuesday.
Harry was rinsing his hair, when he felt a cool draft wash over him. Surprised by the curtain being opened, Harry forgot about the rivulets of soapy water running down his face, and opened his eyes.
"Ow, shit." Of course, his first thought was to rub the soap out of his eyes, and that only made the situation worse.
Thankfully, Draco grabbed a flannel, and promptly wiped Harry's eyes and face. Harry's eyes were still stinging when he opened them again, but not as badly as before.
"Sorry," Draco said, slipping his hands around Harry's waist, "Just thought I'd join you."
It was strange that even after having sex with Draco twice now, being in the shower with the other man made his heart race. Harry felt more exposed like this, when they weren't in the heat of the moment being drive by hormones and need.
"Oh…" Harry wasn't sure what else to say. What did you talk about while bathing with someone else?
"If you don't want me here…" Draco said, but he didn't release Harry, nor did he back away. What he did was lean in and suck gently at Harry's collarbone.
"No, it's fine." It really was, as long as Draco's mouth stayed right where it was. That warm, slick tongue lapping at the water on Harry's skin felt wonderful.
Draco's head dipped lower, and his tongue dragged over one nipple, then the other. He moved back and forth across Harry's chest, treating each nipple and the skin between to light little nips and licks.
"Wow," Harry breathed, feeling his cock begin to stir for the third time tonight.
Draco chuckled, and raised his head, "You are insatiable. I love it. But, for now, I think we'd best get you clean, hmm?"
Harry nodded dumbly, and Draco proceeded to bathe Harry quickly and efficiently. Harry still felt a little odd about the situation, but Draco put him mostly at ease with light conversation and reassuring touches.
Once they were both clean and dry, Harry wrapped a towel around his hips and started to gather his clothes.
"Why bother getting dressed? I'll have Millie bring dinner to us. We'll eat in the bed. But, you must promise that you'll be careful not to leave crumbs in the sheets."
"Dinner?" Harry asked.
"I don't know about you, but I'm famished."
Draco tossed his towel to the side and climbed back into the bed, motioning for Harry to join him.
"You want to have dinner with me?"
Draco scowled slightly, "I'm not asking you out, Harry. But, yes, I'm hungry. I'm sure you're hungry. We may as well eat together. Besides, I did get the impression you might be up for another round."
"Well, I suppose I'm a little hungry. I don't know if I'll be up for another go though," Harry winced as he sat gingerly on the bed. Being buggered was definitely something that was going to take some getting used to.
Draco grinned, "Sore?"
When Harry blushed, Draco's grin grew larger.
"Just a little uncomfortable is all," Harry replied, the old habit of not want to appear weak in front of Draco coming back full force.
"It's to be expected. And there are other things we can do that I think you'll find just as enjoyable."
Leaving Harry to wonder what he'd meant by 'other things,' Draco called for Millie and requested she bring the dinner she'd prepared to the bedroom. She eyed Harry suspiciously for only a moment before she popped out of the room.
"I don't think she likes me," Harry said.
Draco shrugged, "I'm sure she likes you well enough, and she's an elf, Harry. She doesn't have to like you. She'll be civil either way, it's in their nature."
Millie reappeared in the room just as Draco finished speaking. She served them each a tray and disappeared from the room without speaking to or looking directly at either of them.
Draco ate quickly but carefully, not spilling anything on the sheets. Harry, on the other hand, had to eat more slowly to make sure he wasn't messy in the process. By the time he was eating his last bite, Draco had set his tray aside and was watching him again.
"What?" Harry asked, dabbing his napkin around his mouth just to make sure his face was clean.
"You're really nothing like I used to think you were."
Harry sat his tray aside and barely noticed Millie returning to collect the dishes.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well," Draco said, stretching his legs out and reclining against the head board, "You're not a prat for starters. And, I never would have imagined you were hiding this amazing body under all those baggy clothes."
Draco leered at him, reaching across to pull at the towel still fastened tightly around Harry's waist, "Come here. How am I to debauch you from so far away?"
Harry let the towel be pulled off him, as he moved closer to Draco. Harry was hesitant, unsure of what Draco wanted, but that was made clear the second he was straddling the blond. Draco cupped either side of Harry's face, drawing him into a sweet, slow kiss. Their tongues drifted around each other's mouths languidly, and the heat built slowly between them until Harry was writhing on Draco's lap.
"Lay down on your stomach," Draco whispered against Harry's mouth.
As turned on as Harry was, he still didn't think he'd be able to take Draco again.
"Seriously, Draco, I don't think I can-"
Draco bit Harry's bottom lip, sucking softly on it before releasing it.
"Trust me."
There was just a moment when Harry thought he'd say no. Of course he didn't trust Draco. Why should he? But, Draco had been very gentle with him, and he found that he really did trust the blond. So, Harry lifted himself off Draco's lap, and arranged himself comfortably on his stomach.
"Just relax," Draco said, his hands running over Harry's back, kneading tense muscles.
It didn't take long for Harry to do just that. Draco's hands felt so good, massaging him, putting him at ease. He was in such a daze that he startled when Draco moved lower, rubbing and spreading his cheeks.
"What-"
"Shhh." Hot breath ran over Harry's arse, and Harry shivered.
Harry felt Draco's finger brush softly over his hole, and he moaned. God, maybe he could take Draco again. He certainly wanted to. But, that thought flew from his head when he was probed by something wet and pointed, and oh fuck, was that a tongue?
Yes, it was Draco's stiffened tongue circling around and dipping into Harry's pulsing hole. Past coherency, Harry grunted, fighting to keep his hips still and losing. Even as he cursed himself for responding so quickly and eagerly, he pushed backwards. Before he knew it, he was on his hands and knees, arching his back and spreading his legs.
That tongue kept pressing into him, and the noises Draco was making were absolutely obscene. Harry's toes were curling, and his cock was so hard it hurt. None of his fantasies had consisted of this. Until this moment, he had thought it was a myth. He didn't believe people actually did this to one another. But, apparently Draco did, and he was damned good at it.
Harry was to the point of reaching down to toss off, when Draco's hand, already slick with oil, wrapped around his cock. The tongue in Harry's arse delved deeper and deeper, as that magnificent hand ran up and down his shaft, twisting occasionally.
Harry rocked in time with Draco's strokes and quickly reached climax, limbs quivering as come spurted over Draco's hand, landing on the sheet in a little pool.
"Holy fuck," Harry groaned, falling to the right in an attempt to avoid the mess.
"Good?" Draco asked, licking his lips like he'd just devoured the most tasty treacle tart known to man or wizard.
"Bloody brilliant," Harry panted.
Draco beamed at Harry, and then rose from the bed and disappeared into the loo. Harry heard the sound of running water. While Draco was cleaning his teeth, Harry quickly found his wand, spelling the sheets clean.
When Draco returned, Harry patted the empty spot to his right. Draco slipped into the bed, and Harry pushed him to his back. Harry was thoroughly enjoying being pampered, but he thought it was high time he returned the favour. The thought that he was paying Draco barely crossed his mind. Besides, money was nothing compared to the way Draco made him feel.
Draco tried to protest, but Harry was having none of it, and shut Draco up with a few nibbles to the blond's neck. Harry slowly worked down the front of Draco's body, paying special attention to Draco's tiny, pebbled nipples. Draco arched, moaned, and gasped as Harry explored his chest and stomach.
As Harry moved lower, he became increasingly nervous. He knew the basics of giving someone a blowjob, but he'd never actually done it. He was encouraged, however, by the steady drip of pre come falling from the tip of Draco's cock. If he hadn't even tasted Draco yet, and he was this worked up, maybe it wouldn't be too difficult.
Harry took a deep breath, wrapped his hand around the base of Draco's cock, took a deep breath, and then closed his lips over the head. Immediately, Draco bucked a bit and hissed. It took a few false starts for Harry to find a rhythm that worked for them, but as soon as he did, he went with it.
Draco's shaft was thick and long, but not overly so. Still, only a few minutes in, Harry's jaw started to ache. But, Harry thought, glancing up to see pure pleasure written on Draco's face, the pain was worth it. Just as Harry was about to close his eyes again, Draco looked down, catching and holding Harry's gaze. It was intense, the feel for Draco's cock in his mouth accompanied by the weight of Draco's stare.
Draco's hands moved, one curled behind Harry's neck, and the other cupped Harry's jaw. Draco's fingers caressed Harry's face tenderly, as Draco's hips started to move and his breathing became more ragged. Harry's only warning of Draco's impending orgasm was a sudden thickening of Draco's cock. Then his mouth was being flooded with come. Luckily, Draco pulled out just before it became too much, spilling the rest on his stomach with a groan.
Harry swallowed the bitter fluid, and without thinking about it, dipped his head down to lap at the mess covering Draco's skin. It wasn't that he enjoyed the taste, it was the way Draco bit his lip when he saw Harry swallow that made Harry do it.
"Oh god, yes," Draco moaned, tangling both hands in Harry's hair and guiding him to every single drop.
Once Draco was completely clean, Harry let his head fall to Draco's chest, enjoying the steady rise and fall of his still heavy breathing.
"That was phenomenal," Draco said, almost too low for Harry to hear.
"Hmm," Harry agreed.
He laid there for a few minutes, listening as Draco's heart rate slowed. He was sure Draco was asleep when he finally lifted his head, but he was surprised to find the blond staring wide eyed at the ceiling.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, seeing the troubled expression Draco was wearing. But, Draco only shook his head and lifted the covers for both of them to crawl under.
Nothing else was said, as Draco flicked his wand to turn the lights off. Harry tried to keep his distance, thinking Draco probably didn't really even want him there, much less crowding him while he was sleeping. Draco, it seemed, wasn't satisfied with Harry's distance, and pulled him closer. Eventually, they drifted off, Draco wrapped tightly, almost clingingly, around a smiling Harry.
