Chapter 3

Warning: Sexual content.


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Draco and Harry landed in Harry's flat in the sitting room, sideways in front of the sofa, Harry still clutching Draco. Draco stared into his eyes, unmoving, waiting to see what Harry would do. A few moments passed, neither of them pulling away, neither pulling the other closer.

Either pull away or kiss me, Potter. I'm not moving. What do you want?

Draco stood his ground, trying not to press his erection into contact with Harry's leg, waiting. Harry didn't move. He seemed to be just on the verge of saying something, his lips slightly parted, his eyes wide and staring back at Draco. Draco bit his lower lip to stop him from leaning forward and saw Harry's eyes flicker to his mouth and back, almost too quickly to notice.

Fuck, Harry, kiss me. It's obvious you want to. Draco bit his lip harder, almost hard enough to bleed. Harry's eyes dropped to his mouth again and stayed this time. Draco's breath was coming in short pants at the intensity of Harry's stare.

Moments stretched into minutes as neither moved. Draco's erection was throbbing and his patience was wearing thin. He was so nervous, not wanting Harry to be scared off, but at the end of his tolerance for all this teasing. He slowly moved his leg to rest between Harry's, very, very slightly pushing his thigh into Harry's groin, just enough to make contact. He gasped slightly at the growing hardness he could feel, wanting it, wanting Harry to push him onto the sofa and ravish him until he was moaning and thrashing in pleasure.

Harry blinked and jumped a little, just enough to move his erection from Draco's thigh, but he didn't pull any further away, didn't remove his arms from around Draco, who wanted to scream in frustration.

Draco felt like he was going to explode. This was ridiculous. He let Harry move away from his leg. He supposed it was enough to know that Harry was hard, enough that he hadn't moved away entirely. Of course Harry was skittish, he considered himself straight, and was probably confused at his body's reactions. He had to do this carefully.

Draco couldn't stand the stretching silence any more. He moved just enough to position his lips next to Harry's ear.

"What do you want, Harry?" Draco whispered in the most seductive voice he could manage, almost too quietly to hear.

Harry gasped, his entire body trembling.

"I… I don't…"

Draco moved to press his thigh to Harry's erection again, which was now rock hard. He moved a hand to the small of Harry's lower back and pulled him closer, preventing him from pulling away this time, slowly grinding his thigh against the bulge in Harry's pants. He pulled back to look into Harry's eyes.

"I think I know what your body wants," Draco whispered. "Where's that Gryffindor courage I've heard so much about?"

Harry stuttered a little, apparently unable to form words, his cheeks glowing as he looked down and away. Draco felt Harry's hips thrust back slightly into his thigh and he had to bite back a moan.

Draco moved his other hand to gently grip the back of Harry's hair, loving the feel of his silky, thick black strands. He pulled Harry's face up to his, forcing eye contact. Harry's pupils were blown, his eyes wider than the blond had ever seen. Draco's mouth was inches away from Harry's but he used all of his willpower to keep himself from closing the distance.

"Where's that bravery, Harry? Don't you always take what you want?" Draco whispered.

Harry tried halfheartedly to move his groin away from Draco's thigh. He contradicted the action by tightening his arms around Draco's body. A warm hand slowly slid under Draco's shirt to hesitantly brush against the skin of his back.

Draco's eyes fluttered closed and he couldn't quite bite back the moan that escaped from his mouth this time. His body trembled at the long awaited touch and his breathing became ragged.

He suddenly felt Harry's mouth brush against his briefly, so hesitant, so soft. His eyes flew open at the touch, staring at Harry, who looked both intensely aroused and absolutely terrified.

Draco's patience snapped. His grip on Harry's hair tightened as he pulled Harry back to his mouth, kissing him urgently, his body thrilled at the contact.

Harry gasped, letting Draco attack his mouth for a while before finally kissing Draco back. Draco moaned, pressing their bodies together, wishing the silk of their shirts would vanish so he could feel Harry's skin against his own.

Harry's hand slowly traced up the ridges of Draco's spine, one by one, causing shivers to flow through his whole body. It rested against his upper back for a few moments before tracing back down, just as slowly, to grip the skin on his lower back.

Draco arched into the contact as he kissed Harry desperately, thrilled to finally get what he had wanted after so many years. His obsession with Harry Potter had started years ago, even before he had realized he was attracted to Potter. He had never really expected to actually get him.

Draco moved one hand from Harry's back to rest on his hip, pulling their bodies flush together, their erections finally pressing against each other. Harry gasped sharply and he pulled away from Draco's mouth, panting.

"You want me," Draco whispered, half a statement and half a question. Mostly a statement.

Harry stared down at him, the fear apparent in his eyes, his breathing fragmented.

"You're too scared to admit it?" Draco asked, ever so slowly thrusting his cock against Harry's, reveling in how Harry's hips met his thrusts with their own. He just needed the slightest hint of acquiescence.

Harry bit his lip and furrowed his brow before nodding shortly, once, and his cheeks flushed heavily.

Draco's heart leaped as he pulled Harry's mouth back to his, not holding back any more, knowing Harry had granted him permission. He glided his hand from Harry's back to his hip, feeling the muscles slide beneath silk. He ran his hand up to Harry's chest, then up and down the side of his neck and face. He slowly started unbuttoning Harry's shirt, still giving Harry plenty of time to stop him, desperately hoping he wouldn't. He got the first two buttons open before Harry broke the kiss and looked down at Draco's hand. Draco paused.

"Oh, do you want me to stop?" Draco whispered coyly, guessing the answer. Harry's breathing was heavy, his hips thrusting his cock against Draco's, one hand still clutching at the skin of the small of his back, the other fisted into the back of Draco's shirt. Harry didn't say anything, just watched him with his eyes wide.

Draco took his silence as permission to continue, knowing that Harry would not want to admit he wanted it more than once, it would be too much of a surrender. They had dueled, fought, and played too many mind games with one another in their lives for it to be any other way. He used both hands to open the rest of the buttons and slide the shirt off of Harry's broad shoulders. It fell to the ground, pooling around their feet. Draco fingered the hem of Harry's undershirt for a minute, relishing the smoothness of Harry's skin next to the cotton, rough by comparison, before pulling his arms over his head to take it off and throwing it to the floor to rest beside the silk shirt.

Harry's chest was perfect, lightly muscled, his skin soft. Draco couldn't stop himself from stroking Harry's chest, caressing every inch of skin he could, delighted to finally be allowed to touch Harry the way he had always wanted to. Harry stood, timid, and let himself be ravished.

His fingers made their way to the waistband of Harry's trousers, dancing around the skin there, digging into his delicious hipbones. He could feel Harry tense slightly, so he went no further yet. He moved one hand to bury it back into Harry's hair, pulling his head gently to one side to kiss and nibble his neck. Harry's head arched back, silently inviting him to continue, and his arms returned to encircle Draco's body again, this time both hands exploring Draco's back under his shirt. Draco leaned into the touches and moved lower, biting his collarbone lightly, loving the gasp Harry made, the sight of teeth marks decorating his golden skin, and the way Harry's fingers gripped tighter in response.

He lowered his head, licking and sucking at Harry's nipple as he continued to rut against Harry, his cock aching. He ignored it as well as he could, wanting this to be incredible for Harry, needing him to want to come back for more.

Draco couldn't stop himself anymore. He slid down to his knees. Harry whimpered as he looked down at the blond, a noise Draco had never heard him make before, one he was determined to hear again. He ever so slowly moved to unbutton Harry's trousers. He wasn't going to ask for permission again, though; he could tell Harry wanted this badly.

He tugged Harry's trousers and pants to his knees at once, shivering at Harry's gasp as he exposed his cock. Draco stared at it for a moment. It was bigger than he expected it would be from the brief contact this morning, thick, rock hard, and dripping. Draco's mouth started watering. He slowly placed a kiss on the tip and almost came untouched as he saw Harry's knees buckle. Draco pushed Harry to sit onto the edge of the sofa, pushing his knees apart and sitting between Harry's thighs on his heels. He brought his mouth back to Harry's cock and swirled his tongue around the head, savoring the leaking precome, earning another shuddering, whimpering gasp.

"Oh, fuck, Dray..."

His body tingled as he slid Harry's length deeper into his mouth, relishing the incredible sounds Harry was making and wanting to wring out every moan Harry had in him. Draco stared up at him, maintaining eye contact, needing Harry to remember exactly who was doing this to him. Harry's eyes kept squeezing closed, then reopening to stare down at Draco, who realized with pleasure that Harry was trying not to come too quickly.

He sucked harder, trying to fit all of Harry into his mouth. He was unable to stop himself from lowering one hand to unbutton his own pants and shoving his hand inside. He circled his other hand around the base of Harry's cock, luxuriating in Harry's moan, stroking in time with his mouth.

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Harry stared down at Draco, hardly believing this was happening, confused and nervous but more aroused than he had ever been in his life. He had never been this close to orgasm after just a few minutes of direct contact.

Draco's mouth was stretched obscenely around his cock. He was shocked at how erotic he found the sight, especially while Draco's grey eyes lifted to his and bored into his soul. He groaned as Draco's tongue slid along the underside of his cock and had to squeeze his eyes shut once again to control himself.

Fuck, this is incredible. He felt Draco moan around his cock, the vibration taking him almost to the edge as his eyes opened traitorously. He gasped when he saw Draco's other hand pulling his own cock out of his pants and stroking it, showing how much Draco was affected by doing this to Harry. The thought of Draco touching himself while he was sucking him was too much and his senses went on overload. Before he could stop himself, he was thrusting roughly into Draco's throat, fire spreading in his body, pulsing through his cock and exploding into Draco's mouth. He cried out as he felt the blond actually swallow around him. Nobody had ever done that to him before. His vision went white as he came, harder than he had ever come before.

Draco kept sucking, working him through his orgasm, until he was so over sensitized he had to pull Draco's head away. The blond was gasping for air, spit covering half his face. His mouth was swollen, his lips deep pink, his face heavily flushed, the hand stroking his own cock speeding up. He was the most stunningly erotic sight Harry had ever seen.

Harry bent down and his hand went to Draco's cock before he realized what he was doing. He pulled Draco's hand away and replaced it with his own, trying to mimic the way he touched his own cock at the awkward angle. Draco's throaty moan at his touch was low, wanton, and Harry had never heard anything nearly as hot. In less than a minute Draco was thrusting wildly into his fist, gripping at Harry's thighs, scratching the tender skin with his fingernails. Harry could feel through his palm the pulses ripping through Draco's cock as he came, the intensity of his orgasm surprising Harry. Draco shuddered and buried his face into Harry's leg, trembling as he pulled his hand away.

Harry's upper body collapsed onto the back of the sofa, his breath coming in short gasps. After a few moments he reached down and pulled Draco's limp body up next to him, pulling the blond in for a shaky kiss. They devoured each others' mouths for a few moments before the need for air broke them apart. Harry gripped Draco to him, not knowing where this need to protect Draco had sprung from, but giving in to it.

Perhaps it was partially because Draco held onto him like he was in danger of being pulled away. Harry wondered if that was what Draco feared, and admitted to himself that a small part of his brain did want to run away and hide from him, and hide from this self discovery. He thought of the old fantasy he had revived that morning and pushed it away, unable to face it yet.

What was it about Draco Malfoy that got under his skin like this? I suppose he's always been able to get under my skin. Suddenly the six years of constant tension at Hogwarts made a lot more sense; the fighting, the tormenting, the barbed comments, the stalking. Six years of mutual buried attraction, now that he looked back, of suppressed lust, covered with a heavy layer of denial, at least on his part.

Draco's eyes had closed, his breathing ragged, his limbs still trembling.

Harry kept an arm tightly around Draco as he leaned forward to look on the floor for his wand. He saw it across the floor and held out his hand, wordlessly Summoning it to him. He cast another Summoning Charm and the pack of cigarettes and ashtray from the balcony flew into the sitting room to rest on the coffee table. Harry drew two cigarettes from the pack and lit both with his wand as he had seen Draco do so many times before.

Draco's eyebrows raised as he smiled delightedly. Harry wasn't sure why he was breaking his very strict no-smoking-inside rule, but it seemed appropriate now that all the other rules seemed to have already been thrown out of the window. Draco took one of the cigarettes from Harry's hand, lingering longer this time as their fingers brushed. Even though they had now done much more, the touch still made Harry's skin tingle and his breath catch. It was the same chemistry they had always had, and he finally recognized it as what it really was.

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They smoked in silence, their bodies still pressed closely together, their eyes searching each others faces for answers to questions they were too afraid to ask.

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To be continued...