Accidental Reunion
Chapter four
Quickly, Harry crossed the room and forced himself on Malfoy, dragging him onto the bed. He swept Malfoy's face with a scrutinizing look for signs of protest but found passivity mingled with surprise and an edge of hunger. Pleased, Harry pressed his growing erection into the one under him, feeling the blonde's moan of response against his lips as he bent to kiss him. All thoughts of beautiful little Steve were gone; all thoughts of what Ron or Hermione might say went with them. All Harry knew was an aching need to have Malfoy, to control his body, to taste it.
The towel around Malfoy's hips loosened considerably, allowing Harry's fingers to brush milky, velvety thigh. Malfoy silently tugged at Harry's shirt and pulled it off. Their chests melded as Harry resumed his assault on Malfoy's swelling, red lips. The blonde's fingers found Harry's belt buckle. Harry, yearning to feel his swollen cock released, rolled onto his back, undid his trousers and pulled himself out. Discarding the towel, Malfoy knelt over him and grazed Harry's groin with his own red cock.
Blinded by pleasure, Harry lost all lucidity. The delicious man on top of him dragged his erection up Harry's chest and neck and slid it wickedly against his cheek. It was supremely silky, shockingly hard and heavy, and tasted of heaven when Malfoy dipped it against his mouth. Then the blonde turned around so his mouth hovered, poised, above Harry's erection. While his own hovered above Harry's mouth. Malfoy grasped Harry at the base, a few fingers spreading out to delve into the soft skin of his sack. Harry simultaneously pushed Malfoy's hips down and thrust his own up. They collapsed onto one side, their bodies shuddering pleasantly at each suck. Harry plunged a finger into Malfoy's waiting, wet depths.
They sweated and groaned, and whining with want bound themselves to one another. Nothing more was wanted but to satisfy and be satisfied, to devour each other in a most primal fashion.
"Uhnnn… Harry…. Merlin!" Malfoy pushed into Harry's mouth, violating that sweet commissure between lips and came. The pearly substance dripped from the corners of Harry's willingly abused outlet. In his turn, Harry viciously face fucked his partner in an intense eagerness to get off.
Harry had never felt such beautiful physical pleasure. The exquisitely tender lips of the blonde caressed him, as he pulsed and breathed deeply. Finally the pair rolled apart. They relished each other's essence, sweet, heady stuff. Harry let his trousers continue to pool around his ankles too spent to move. A communal, spiritual silence pervaded the room. It spoke of contentment and a feeling of ease and comfort. They were happy, unsure of what it would mean for them. But Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were happy, together.
Slowly, as if emerging from a languorous, heavenly dream, Harry began to feel the air change. It once again held a kind of electricity as tangible as it had been moments earlier. Harry could feel Malfoy's soft gray eyes lustfully examining him. Unseen, but felt, the eyes drank in Harry's tousled, dark, glossy hair, golden, supine body, and emerald sparks beneath heavy lids. Deftly, Malfoy swept down to extricate Harry's wand from his pocket and cast a non-verbal spell on himself. Harry, still in recovery mode, tensed for what he knew was coming. He closed his eyes and let Malfoy turn him on his stomach.
Deliberately, Malfoy pressed his cock against the body he now straddled. Harry let out a breath, enjoying Malfoy's ability to get up so quickly. The blonde's warmth was gone, but only to be replaced seconds later by a hot wetness between Harry's spread arse. Harry gasped and strained against Malfoy's face, eager to feel more of the wet tongue probing at his entrance. Clinging to Harry's hips, Malfoy sat up. Gently he pushed his thick cock inside, hissing with pleasure. Harry's body shook.
"Uhhhhrrrr."
"You're a tight one Potter. Amazing if you bed those big blokes from the pub."
Harry snorted, smiling. "Shut up and fuck me you dirty Slytherin."
Briefly, Harry wondered what, other than pure, visceral attraction had compelled him to pin Malfoy to the bed earlier. The blonde's melancholy words about the abuse he'd put himself through had touched Harry. He was sure the former Death Eater had repented. He'd seen for himself, those many years ago, Malfoy changing, unable to commit truly unspeakable acts of violence. He was definitely a conniver, and Harry knew he would never forget it, though he was willing to forgive. Willing to fuck and maybe something more.
Meanwhile, Malfoy pumped vigorously. He leaned his sweating body down, against Harry's back and grabbed the sheets. With one hand he gripped Harry's thigh, enthusiastically pulling almost completely out before pounding back in, sending Harry plunging forward. Harry reached around and savagely began beating his own sore, red prick. It took the men longer to cum this time around. When they did, Malfoy jerked uncontrollably, clawing at Harry's back, before collapsing. And Harry, landed great, thick drops of the milk all over Malfoy's navel, nipples, and even a little on his jaw. Harry wavered momentarily and then landed smack on top of his own fluids. Breathing deeply, Malfoy murmured something about needing a joint.
"You are resorting to your old ways."
A dark look passed over Malfoy's flushed face. With a furrowed brow he replied, "Running into you was well… My life was shit, but you, you make me worse and better all at once. Dumbledore tried to help me at the end---."
"I know. I saw it. But that was 11, 12 years ago Draco."
"You saw?" Malfoy seemed completely anguished over this piece of information.
"It's all right. You were a right prat but I think I understand."
"You were so right, why didn't I---?"
Harry shushed him and clasped Malfoy's sticky body to his. Harry chuckled after a moment, "So muggle relations, eh?"
"Shut it you," seized by a fit of hysterical laughter, Malfoy pinched and squeezed any ticklish spots he could find on Harry's body.
"Ha, hey!" Harry's eyes sparkled, his face lit with a grin as he squirmed out of Malfoy's reach.
At some point, one of them had the bright idea to pick up a wand and 'scourgify' the hardening cum off their bodies. Feeling completely lighthearted, they chased each other around the flat until Malfoy managed to pin Harry against a wall and kiss him.
"Come on babe, let's get something to eat."
Author's note: So what did you think? Hot enough? I could be persuaded to write a sequel if anyone is interested, just let me know. -griffin