"Well, I guess I should get going…" Seamus lifted his head to see the coldness taking over Draco's eyes again and sighed, "I… It's been great seeing you. Thanks for letting me meet Sage." He prattled on and it was only the caustic look in Draco's eyes that kept him from reaching out his hand for a shake. Draco didn't seem much impressed with his husband's antics and casually leaned against the closed nursery door, crossing his arms over his chest,
"So, that's it? You're going to disappear for another three years?" He drawled menacingly, annoyed and hurt by the fact that Seamus didn't take the first move to repair their relationship. What happened downstairs before, Seamus telling his story was a catalytic and bonding moment, sure, but there was still much to do before he could completely forgive his husband and take him in wholly. But staying the night over was defiantly a start, only Seamus didn't seem to think so! "Running away when it's time for the real work… How very Gryffindor of you!" He snarled and Seamus cringed at the acid dripping from Draco's voice, this wasn't fair, what was he suppose to do? Force himself on Draco? Invite himself to stay over? Even if Draco did consent for him to spend the night over Seamus didn't want to pass it on a strange bed in his husband's guest room.
"Draco… what do you want from me?" He pleaded helplessly, trying in vain to decipher the signs he was getting. He was never very good at reading people; he always left that job to Draco, trusting his judgment. Draco gave Seamus a critical look, running from his distraught face to his unsure posture and decided to take pity of him,
"You could stay the night." Seamus wanted to grab his head and yell as loud as he could, this was so unfair, Draco can't do this to him, play with him like this!
"In your guest room?" He tried his best snarl, but they both knew it was weak.
"In my bed." Draco deadpanned and caught Seamus off guard. The Irishman looked at him gaping and lost for words, which pleased Draco very much. He pushed himself off the door he was leaning against and walked over to his husband casually. Draco caught Seamus' wrist and with a sultry smile he dragged him behind him, leading the way to the door on the other side of the landing. Seamus went after him compliantly, his heart soaring with joy but his body language relinquishing control to Draco. This was Draco's move, his invitation and Seamus wasn't about to do anything to compromise the chance he got to reunite with his spouse after so long.
Once inside his bedroom Draco pushed Seamus against the closed door and proceeded to do what he'd wanted to do since he first saw Seamus in Diagon Alley this morning- he kissed him. The familiarity of it all made Seamus' head spin and nearly brought tears to his eyes, because even after three and a half years Draco could still ignite the same fire in him with the simplest of touches and right now he was in heaven, or nearing the pearly gates rapidly, anyway.
"Gods, I missed that…" Draco murmured against Seamus' lips when they broke apart, and Seamus nodded his assent. Far too long, "It's been quite a while you know, Three years, seven months and nine days in fact." Draco said with a small chuckle and Seamus nodded again,
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." He breathed and tried to plunge in for another kiss but Draco pushed himself back to arm-length, quirking up a pale eyebrow,
"I'd have thought that you left a trail of broken hearts at every town you passed." He teased Seamus, breathing a mental sigh of relief when Seamus snorted with laughter,
"Hardly! Even if I wasn't running for my life there wasn't anyone else I ever wanted." He purred at Draco and the latter simply melted. Soon their kisses became more and more frantic and they started tugging at each other's clothes, as if suddenly realizing actually how long it has been.
Soon they were both naked and panting, standing in front of each other and blushing. Seamus felt uncertain again, but when his eyes swept down Draco's naked form displayed proudly in front of him, he forgot all about his nervousness and reached forward to pull the blond man back to him, eager to feel him against his own skin.
Draco's throaty laughter at Seamus' eagerness vibrated through their kiss and he wrapped his arms around Seamus' waist, kneading the supple flesh of his arse. Seamus groaned and released Draco, looking deep into those quicksilver eyes that were darkening with lust before he slowly fell to his knees, eyes travelling up to hold Draco's gaze. Draco stood breathless for a moment, feeling so overwhelmed by his own feelings. Then Seamus' eyes left his own and he felt like he could breathe a little easier, until he felt his husband's breath ghosting over his most sensitive parts. Violent shivers ran through Draco's body, and Seamus could feel them in the hands that were still holding Draco's bum, but he didn't relinquish his hold, not wanting to lose contact with that amazing body. Almost dazedly he moved forward and opened his mouth, wrapping his lips softly around the head of Draco's cock; the taste and texture were assaulting his senses and he closed his eyes hoping he won't pass out from the sensorial overload.
"Merlin…" Draco nearly whimpered, his legs were barely supporting him anymore. He wondered if he was feeling like a virgin teenager again because it's been so long since he last had sex or because it was Seamus he was having sex with at the moment. Although he didn't have many lovers before he and Seamus hooked up, deep down he knew it must be Seamus that was making him feel this way- none of his other lovers could ever bring him to such a fine edge so soon and so strongly.
Seamus took his time to get reacquainted with Draco's throbbing member. Closing his eyes and inhaling his beloved's scent he began to move his lips slowly as he sucked Draco's cock into his mouth inch by inch. His tongue felt the thick vein on the underside of that gorgeous shaft and he found his rhythm and began to work his way towards bringing Draco to completion. Draco weaved his fingers through the dark wheat coloured hair and looked down at the head that was bobbing in his lap. He felt the prickle of grateful tears in his eyes and shut them tight, not wanting to break apart in front of Seamus. The sure mouth around him and the fact that he missed it for so long were undoing Draco rather fast and soon he was crying his release, biting his lip hard and trying to remain quiet, some sensible corner of his mind reminding him that he hadn't put up a silencing charm and the last thing he wanted was to have Sage barging in at the sound of his father's cries only to find his parents having sex.
When Seamus pulled back, throat still working on swallowing the last of his spouse's seed, Draco all but collapsed in his arms, his weakened knees finally giving away. Seamus wrapped his arms around Draco and rained his face with small kisses. It took Draco a couple of moments to recover before he could summon the lubricant to him. As much as he enjoyed the blowjob, he needed something more; he needed to feel Seamus inside him, as soon as possible. He trusted the tube into Seamus' hand and lowered himself into the carpeted floor, spreading his legs around Seamus in an inviting smile.
Seamus leaned forward and captured Draco's lips in a soft kiss, propping himself on his elbows flush against Draco. He broke the kiss in order to see what he was doing as he opened the tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous dollop on his fingers, before bringing his hand down and resuming the kiss. He found his prize, the rosette of muscles that was quivering with anticipation and he gently pushed his finger inside. Draco cringed and fidgeted a little, no longer used to the feeling of breeching and Seamus stilled his hand, allowing Draco time to get accustomed to the intrusion. When Draco nodded Seamus started working his finger in and out, his whole body ever tuned to Draco's reactions, while he added another finger and then another. Seamus couldn't believe on himself how much control he possessed, it was a real struggle not to take his fingers out and shove his cock into Draco's tight passage as he so desperately wanted, but on the other hand, he wanted Draco to enjoy himself as well. Seamus was never a selfish lover and Draco adored being pampered and taken care of.
"It's ok, love, I'm ready." Draco whispered and then gasped when Seamus gave his prostate one last loving caress before he withdrew his fingers. Seamus slicked his throbbing cock before aligning it with Draco's entrance and slowly pushed in.
It was amazing… No, it was beyond amazing, it was… incredible, miraculous even. Draco was always tight, but three years without contact seem to have made him even tighter, and hot, so incredibly hot. Seamus closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on what he was doing, the sheer volume of heat and tightness was quickly undoing him and he knew he wouldn't last long. And indeed within four and a half thrusts he was crying out his release muffled by Draco's shoulder.
Seamus felt himself going red all over, and refused to lift his head, burrowing it deeper into Draco's shoulder. Draco was looking at the ceiling, trying to think of something conducive to say, but couldn't stop the slow bubble of laughter that was gathering in his chest,
"Well, that was quick." Seamus groaned and rolled off Draco, hands over his face,
"I'm sorry… Fuck, it's been so long and you were so tight and I just…" He mumbled and Draco moved to his side, trying to pray away the hands that were obscuring the beautiful face of his husband but Seamus proved rather resilient.
"Don't worry about it, you've got at least three more chances to prove yourself tonight," He purred and Seamus peeked at him through his fingers,
"Really?" It was good to know that Draco still trusted him enough to let him try again. Seamus never had premature ejaculation problems in the past, far from it. It was just seeing Draco, touching him after what felt like forever that made him operate like an eager sixteen years old on his first night out. He knew that he would be alright for the next round, the next three even.
"Yes, so you better recover fast. And also, we better move this little party to the bed, because this carpet chafes something fierce." Seamus let out a startled laughter before he stood up. Draco reached his hand for Seamus to pull him up and Seamus gave it a strong tug, resulting in an armful of the blond. Without a word Seamus placed one hand under Draco's knees and pulled his husband up. Draco let out a little shriek of laughter and wrapped his hands around Seamus' neck. Together they made their way to the bed, where Seamus lowered Draco gently and placed himself on top of him.
Draco's legs were automatically enveloped around Seamus waist and he brought his husband closer. Seamus brought his hand down to stroke both their cocks together, bringing them both back to life, while he kissed Draco passionately.
"Please, Seamus, fuck me…" Draco pleaded softly when he was hard again. He could not believe how fast they recovered, but he knew just as well that it would be a night to remember. He missed his husband so much and he knew that he'd get hard again and again and that he'd eagerly take everything Seamus had to give, even if he knew deep down that he'd regret it come morning.
Seamus' entry was smoother this time, the muscles already relaxed and sleek. This time he was more prepared for the heat engulfing his sensitive member and he could practice more control. He stilled once he was fully sheathed and looked down at Draco, hair splayed wildly on the pillow, face flushed and eyes shining. This was how he loved to see him, the way Draco let go when he was made love to was uncanny and never stopped to amaze Seamus. It was this picture in particular that helped him through countless nights, all alone in some strange town. Just thinking of the picture Draco made when he was made love to was more comforting and arousing than anything. Seamus started moving slowly, part mesmerised with where he was and what he was doing and part not wanting to hurt Draco, but his husband had other ideas,
"For the love of Merlin, Seamus, I'm not made of china and I'm not going to break, now will you fuck me already?" Seamus bit his lip trying to stop a grin; this was so like Draco, to take control even if he was the one being breeched. Seamus sped up his movements and reached down to grip Draco's cock, soon establishing a feisty rhythm and losing himself in the sensations again.
Draco moved his hands to grab the headboard behind him as was thoroughly fucked. He loved every second of it, the wild abundance in which they moved, the sound of their sweat sleeked bodies moved against each other, the smell of Seamus and sex that was assaulting his senses. Draco felt the inevitable cries building in his throat and knew he couldn't stop them. He was never one to be quiet during sex, so he took one hand off the headboard and grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it on his face, crying his joy and satisfaction into it.
Seamus opened his eyes when he heard Draco's muffled voice and received a mild shock, when he found a cheerful blue pattern where Draco's face should have been. He wanted to pray the pillow away from Draco so that he could hear his husband. The noises Draco made during sex were the most amazing thing in the world as far as Seamus was concerned and he couldn't really fathom why Draco shushed himself up, but knowing Draco he had a sufficient reason so Seamus decided to just try and lower the pillow so that he could at least see Draco's eyes.
The crazy rhythm Seamus established was soon undoing them both. Draco was the first to come, screaming his release into the pillow and clenching hard against Seamus. The sudden squeeze of his prick by the strong inner muscles of Draco's body was too much for the Irishman to hold against and he came, mere seconds after Draco, coating his beloved's channel with his thick creamy release.
Draco removed the pillow from his face, a wide and satisfied grin on his lips. Seamus pulled out carefully and collapsed next to him. Draco rolled over to place his head on Seamus' chest, tracing little patterns on the flushed and heated skin. He winced a little when he felt the semen trickling out of his anus but decided to pay no heed to it.
"Well, that was much better." He said cheerfully and Seamus shook his head in amusement,
"Prat."
Both men lie snuggled together tangled in the sheets, neither feeling the slightest inkling to move anywhere. Draco nuzzled the soft skin of Seamus' neck, inhaling the heady scent of sex and sighed blissfully,
"Gods, I missed this…"
"Yeah, me too…" Seamus responded smugly, "I can't believe we went from twice a night- at least, to naught for three and a half years… How did things get so wrong?" Draco sighed again, this time in regret, and lifted his head from its comfortable cushion, meeting Seamus' eyes,
"Lucius hates me." He stated simply. Seamus wriggled his way from under Draco and turned so that he was facing the blond man,
"I thought it was me he hated, you know, the filthy half-blood who stole his only son and heir from what should have been lucrative marriage and all that rot." Draco chuckled humourlessly,
"Oh, don't worry, he hates you plenty for that but it was me he wanted to crush." Seamus ran his hand over the beautiful features that were etched in pain,
"Why?"
"You remember I told you of my mother's death?" Seamus nodded, pulling Draco closer to him, knowing that the subject of Narcissa's death was an open wound to his husband, even after so long, "Lucius seems to think I've had something to do with it…" Seamus gaped in astonishment,
"But you didn't, right?" Draco chewed his bottom lip and shrugged,
"That's just it! I don't remember! All I know is that he found me next to her body with absolutely no recollection of how I got there or what I was doing." Draco cried exasperatedly, there was so much mystery surrounding the death of his mother, was it a suicide, a murder and if so, by whom? Draco's darkest fear was that one day new evidence came to light to indicate that somehow he was involved…
"So what you're saying is, Lucius tortured me to make you suffer for something you can't even remember doing?" Draco nodded sadly, and Seamus wanted to burst out in a mad laughter- this was just so… fucked up! "That's completely screwed!" He reasoned out loud,
"You're telling me? After you left and I found out I was pregnant he tried to force me to abort the baby. He said that since I finally got rid of you I can lose the baby and start over properly." Draco spat out bitterly. The memory of that conversation he had with Lucius still fresh in his memory. The utter shock he received learning that his father would go to such length to ruin his life. "I told him to sod off."
"So what did he do?" Draco pretended to examine his fingernail nonchalantly,
"Sodded off." Seamus looked incredulous at this, this was not like Lucius…
"Just like that?"
"Yeah, him and all his money. All my inheritance, puff- gone." Seamus swore loudly, bastard! "Yes, he left me penniless and desuetude, just when I needed support the most." Seamus rose from the bed and started pacing the room in agitation, as he always did when things got a little too much for him,
"So what did you do?" He cried rubbing his hands over his face and racking them in his hair, "Shit! if I'd have known…" Draco sat up in bed and rolled his eyes, cutting Seamus off mid-rant,
"What? Come back from hiding and risk both our lives? Seamus, he's mental, completely off his rocker!" He caught Seamus wrist and tagged the Irishman back to the bed, "Do not for a second think that he wouldn't have carried out his threat! I may be his son but he wouldn't have stopped with you!" Seamus felt tears prickling in the corners of his eyes,
"Gods, this is so unfair. It's so fucked up." He allowed Draco to pull him back into their previous snuggling position, his body slowly relaxing under the warm touch of his husband,
"I know." Draco said quietly, "Luckily I bought this place before he got his paws on my money. It was suppose to be our wedding gift…" He blushed slightly at the memory, how happy he had been signing the papers for the little house, already picturing the smile Seamus would sport once he set a foot inside.
"Thank you… This place is absolutely perfect!" Seamus exclaimed, the pain in his chest doubling at the thought of the missed years.
"I had a feeling you'd like it." Draco responded with a smug and self-satisfied voice, "We were suppose to decorate the house together. I was thinking of turning one of the rooms into a sort of kinky BDSM dungeon…" Seamus gasped in mock-disbelief,
"You did not!" He cried amused and Draco shrugged,
"It was a fleeting idea but then you disappeared and two weeks later I found I was pregnant so that kind of put a stop to that idea…" Draco lamented, and Seamus couldn't stop his laughter,
"You're so full of it! We never even tried spanking!"
"I figured it would be a nice change, stretch our limits and all that…" He said haughtily only to have Seamus pounce on him and tickle him mercilessly. The two were rolling on the bed trying to gain control over the other, laughing the whole time.
When they finally stopped for breath, both with aching ribs and flushed face, Seamus leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Draco's lips,
"I love you. I always have." Draco reached his hand and ran his fingers softly on Seamus' face,
"I love you too." He answered, before wriggling and flopping to his side, "Now, let's get some sleep. You still got a lot of work to do tonight. Besides, Sage likes to get up really early on Sundays." Seamus chuckled and spooned behind Draco, wrapping the slender man in his arms,
"He defiantly got that from you…" He murmured sleepily, "I never wake this early!"
"I know." Draco huffed good naturally, and Seamus kissed the nape of his neck feeling more content than he had in a very long time. He yawned widely and stretched a little, getting a little more comfortable and readying himself for a good nap.
