Assured that his younger lover is comfortable, and that the earlier rattles that had shaken him are now eased, William progresses with his intentions.
Truthfully, he'd needed as much as calming down as Draco, his inner wolf nearly biting past his controls to ravage and take. A part of him may have wanted rough, hard sex, but Bill had known if he'd done so, it would have been too close to rape, and Draco would never be his again. And he wanted there to be a next time for them. And a time after that, and so on, because somehow he knew that one night wouldn't be enough.
Beneath him, Draco moaned as their mouths danced.
"Touch me," Bill instructed his younger lover. "As you want, touch me."
Granted such permission, Draco lets loose his inhibitions. He curls around Bill, his arms wrapping around Bill's shoulders and sinking into his long, unbound hair, his thighs going loose and wide so his legs can cradle Bill's larger body.
God, they fit so well. Standing up or lying down, their bodies are just the right height and just the right size so their curves and angles are complimentary. They are perfectly matched for sex.
The kissing grows more intense, and soon a ravenous desire once more beats in Bill's heart, letting loose some of the wild within him. Clothes are stripped off without much finesse, as desperation for skin to skin contact burns through them both.
As Draco's trousers are taken down, and a webbing network of scars come into view, his young lover loses his arousal in an instant, and his body begins shaking again, this time with dread and anxiety. Slowing down, Bill meets the man's hesitation head-on with cool composure, unflinching as an Alpha should when facing trauma. With a tender touch, he lets his fingers trace the reddish-pink marks that mar Draco's upper thighs and groin area, learning their shape and size, finding the pattern in the grooves… putting two-and-two together.
Instinctively, Bill knows who had been responsible for marking up Draco's beautiful body, as Fenrir had tried something similar with Bill that night during the battle at Hogwarts' Astronomy Tower, when Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder had filled the corridors and Bill had been caught unawares and dragged to the floor by Greyback's strength. Only luck and good timing had saved him that night; he'd disabused the rutting wolf of his ultimate intentions with a nasty knee to his bollocks when the opportunity had presented itself, knocking Fenrir off of him long enough for Bill to scurry for his wand on the floor. He'd barely kept himself from being raped and possibly murdered with that quick bit of thinking… but he'd paid for it with a set of his own scars, and a curse that would stay with him the rest of his life.
As Bill's hands near Draco's pelvis, his young lover's breathing accelerates. "Relax," he tells Draco. "I won't hurt you."
Shutting his eyes, Draco nods and does as required, although his brow is furrowed and he chews his bottom lip. His cheeks are crimson with embarrassment and his whole body taunt and trembling.
Taking Draco's half-hard cock in his hand, Bill gently traces over the pale, hooded length, mapping out one long scar that begins at the base and moves upwards. Draco's lower body flinches and his hands clench in the sand, seeking to hold onto something solid in the earth beneath them.
Lifting the length of soft flesh, Bill continues to follow that ragged-edged mark down the underside, and over the tight, firm pouch underneath. Fortunately, the scar terminates at the hilt and no further damage mars Draco's body, but he can feel the man's embarrassment all the same.
Bill lets his eyes wander, taking in every bit of the damage on and around the area. It isn't ugly, not really. The scars are a year or so old and they're healing well. In time, they'll be white stripes that will be barely noticeable against the backdrop of such pale skin. But Bill knows that it's not necessarily the outside of an injury that does the most harm to the survivor.
"Don't move," he commands Draco. "Trust me."
Again, that platinum head nods, but the eyes don't open. Bill wants to see Draco's beautiful gaze staring right into his soul when he goes down on him the first time, but he won't push this, Alpha or not. Some things, the human side of him knows, shouldn't be forced.
He drops his head and licks every inch of Draco's sex, bathing it with his warm saliva, willing a healing to happen. Under him, Draco groans, and his breath saws in and out of his lungs. Under Bill's focussed attentions, once more Draco grows hard and long. Bill sucks the emerging tip between his lips, drawing salty pre-come to the surface. The flavour and texture is incredible, and he wants more… wants everything. He groans as he takes that length of delicious meat into the depths of his mouth and twirls his tongue around it, sucking hard on the pull up.
"Oh, God!" Draco curses in a breathy gasp, his shaking morphing from that of panic and fear into that of desire. "Lykaion!"
Bill gives his young lover pleasure as he has never done for another. Yeah, he's had his dick sucked, but he's never been the one giving the blow, and he learns it is a heady sensation to own someone so completely in such an erotic manner. It is also satisfying to know that he's helping Draco to overcome his demons. It feels as if he were meant to guide his young lover in this manner, as if it was his responsibility. He feels a wave of protectiveness overcome him as he cradles Draco's lovely, scarred cock between his lips and strokes soothingly over the man's scored thighs.
Is this what a Lykaion would do for his Lyka? Shit, it feels like it. What does this mean for them?
"Oh, fuck!" Draco hisses. His hands clamp down on his outer thighs, needing more solid purchase. "I'm going to… I can't stop!"
Bill can hear the anticipation melded with alarm in Draco's voice, and to calm him, he reaches out and twines their fingers together, giving the other man permission to let go. "Look at me when you come," he commands, and drops back down to suck harder and at a faster pace.
Their eyes meet as finally his lover's lids peel back. Draco's mouth falls open as well, as if he is surprised to see Bill, the man he calls his Dominant, between his legs, giving pleasure to him rather than taking it.
Draco's chest pumps up and down as if he were running a marathon. His neck comes off the sand as he curls his mid-section and clenches his arse, getting ready to spill over. Face tight in an expression of rapture and anguish, he plants his heels and thrusts upwards into Bill's mouth with a loud cry.
Bill holds tight to his partner, swallowing the streams of creamy fluid that flood his mouth in surges. He has tasted his own come, and so knows what to expect, but he still struggles to drink Draco's release down as quickly as possible. There is so much come –so much!– as if Draco hasn't climaxed in months. It's quite possible, Bill realises as the spasms finally fade and Draco goes limp all around him, that the younger man hasn't come since Fenrir's attack, just before the werewolf's death.
When he finally pulls his mouth away, wiping it with a hand, he stares down at Draco and sees him for the first time in a light he never has before.
Draco is smiling.
Not the wicked, come-get-me smile he's always shown Bill at Fire, or the smirk that has haunted Bill's wank fantasies for weeks, but the kind of smile that pulls at Bill's heart and makes him warm in a different manner. It is a feeling he hasn't felt in… oh, a long, long time. It reminds him of the first time he'd asked Fleur out for coffee.
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Draco's mind is blown.
Is this, he wonders, what it feels like to exist in an hourglass? The sand under him is warm, but he feels as if it's slipping away, and then he's floating and falling all at once. It's a magnificent feeling, not at all as disconcerting as he'd expected.
He's done it. He's actually had sex again. And he's come. It feels as if he hasn't done such a normal thing in… forever.
It's too much.
The years of social shunning after the war, and then the months of isolation after his attack, as everyone still remaining near him (aside from his mother) has pulled away, afraid of tainting their "pure blood" by association with someone only marginally infected by Lycanthropy. Now to have found someone who understands what it's like to have survived an attack by that bastard, Greyback, and with whom he's sexually compatible, and who is patient, caring, sexy, and gorgeous… It doesn't matter that William's a Weasley, or that he's friends with Harry Potter and that ilk, or that he works for the goblins, or that he's tainted, too. All that matters is someone finally cares for him – a man worthy to be his Lykaion. Draco won't be condemned to be alone for the rest of his life now! He has a pack with William, even if it is only a pack of two.
It's too much.
Covering his eyes with an arm slung over his head, Draco fights to keep his tears from being seen. He's embarrassed by how pussy –how really, truly Omega– he is.
William's mouth kissing every scar on his thighs and scrotum bring Draco's world to a standstill.
"Lykaion?"
His lover doesn't reply, but each pull of skin, each lick begins to work a kind of magic on Draco's senses, heightened as they are due to the full moon's appearance. He is tired, but his flagging cock slowly begins to harden again, his refractory period suddenly shortened by the returning flood of desire.
His Alpha glances at his straining member, and then up at him. Rubbing his tears from his cheeks, Draco stares down at the other man's handsome, scarred face and once again, their souls seem to connect.
"I'm going to have you now." Bill is utterly confident in his assertion, leaving no room for Draco to deny him, even if he'd wanted to.
Which he doesn't.
His heart starts drumming once more under his ribs. He licks his lips to wet them. William stretches up and over him until they are face-to-face. The man's one gold eye flares with heat, and an unspoken demand. "Kiss me first."
"Yes, Lykaion," Draco immediately responds, feeling that rightness to his submission to this man flow over him once more.
William bends his head and their lips connect, and it is a jolt to Draco's system again. Unconsciously, his hands return to smoothing the silky, red hair that falls past William's shoulders, sliding through the strands. He loves the curtain it makes as it flows over them, brushing against his cheeks and tickling his collarbone.
There is a stroke across his dick, then another, and then William drops his hips a bit more, and they are rubbing naked, hot flesh together. It feels incredible! He whimpers into William's mouth and strains his pelvis upwards so the pressure is harder.
With a gasp, he breaks the kiss and looks down between them. It is slick between them as they leak pre-come all over each other, and Draco's belly feels that familiar hollowness in it that signals he wants more.
William suddenly pulls off of him and crawls backwards, reaching for his discarded, dark jeans and extracting his wand from a magically deep pocket. "Turn over and get on your knees for me, Draco," he directs him in a low, but commanding, tone.
Draco hastens to do as requested, giving his back to William. He feels the cool, ocean breeze upon his exposed skin, and shivers.
Behind him, he feels William brush the sand off of him, and then a finger probes his tight hole and he tries to relax. Draco tells himself that he wants to be taken by William in this manner for their first time, as he knows it'll be easier. He wants to be William's in all ways, just as he's been fantasizing about since they first recognised each other at Fire weeks before. He wants to be penetrated by the only man he's ever felt truly deserved to be called his Dominant.
Most of all, he wants to know he can do this and not think of Fenrir holding him down and taking him in this position. He wants be okay with fucking again. He needs this.
He closes his eyes and whispers, "William," as his lover's finger pushes through the clenched ring, opening him up.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Notes:
Draco's first blowjob since his vicious attack by Greyback ends in pleasure with Bill... and with Draco earning a bit of courage from that fact. He's ready for the next step. Bill's ready to take him there. Are you ready to read it? Stay tuned... Oh, and please review! I live for your feedback. :)
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Preview of chapter 5:
"Relax for me," he soothes, reaching up with his clean hand to stroke across his lover's back and to card through the back of his hair. "Relax, Draco."
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Taken by gravity, Draco's slick arse slips downward to take in Bill's shaft as he sits on his lap. They join… and become one.
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He feels somehow… bonded… to William now. Yes, bonded is the right word. They are pack, but so much more than that, too. He feels like he's found home.