Chapter 4

Warning: Sexual content. Turn back now. Really.

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Draco put out the remains of his cigarette in the ashtray. He avoided looking at Harry, now that a conversation was imminent. He still was in shock that Harry had allowed him to suck him off, and especially that Harry had actually brought him to orgasm in return.

Harry's body was still pressed against his own, warm and trembling. Harry put out his own cigarette, and Draco could tell he was trying to make eye contact now. Draco buried his face into Harry's shoulder, both embarrassed and shy of Harry's eyes on him. He didn't want to speak, didn't want the moment of bliss to be over, for Harry to brush this off as a one time drunken experimentation. He was such a fool. Why had he done this while Harry was drunk? If he had been sober it would have been undeniably what Harry wanted. He couldn't believe his own stupidity. Why hadn't he thought of that before? So much for being Alpha Slytherin with all that cunning. Fuck.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Harry's fingers playing with his hair.

"Didn't mean to startle you," Harry murmured, stilling his hand.

"I just- I-" Draco swallowed, trying to regain his composure. "Don't stop."

Harry's fingers tangled into his hair again, twirling it, running his fingers along Draco's scalp. It was absolutely divine. His body, even in post orgasmic bliss, hummed in pleasure.

Harry tugged gently, trying to turn Draco's head towards him. Draco stubbornly kept his face turned away, more shy of Harry than he could ever remember being before.

"Dray…" Harry whispered, "…look at me."

It was that stupid voice Harry sometimes used, soft, gentle… almost tender. Draco sighed and allowed his head to be turned at the next tug, that voice, as always, enticing Draco to do his bidding.

Harry's eyes, such vivid green, captured his as his head was turned. Harry's face was soft, the content little smile playing around his mouth filling Draco with hope.

"A few minutes ago you couldn't stop looking at me." Harry's smile turned into a smirk and Draco couldn't help but grin helplessly back and blush.

Harry's face became more serious. "Were you… Do you…"

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Er, I mean… was that something… you've wanted to do for a while, or just… spontaneous?"

Draco wasn't sure exactly what Harry was getting at, but he had a guess. Don't you mean, "Are you just drunk and horny or does this mean something?"

The only problem was finding the courage to say it.

"A while," Draco said, trying to sound as casual as he could, the slight tremor in his voice probably giving him away.

Harry's smile cautiously returned and Draco continued at the encouragement.

"Quite… quite a while," he faltered, unused to his words not flowing eloquently, feeling nervous and vulnerable.

Harry's face brightened, clearly pleased, and Draco's stomach filled with butterflies as he said, "Did you- well, you seemed to like it."

Harry gave a short laugh. "Quite." He paused. "It was... well, it was brilliant. I'm not just... a rebound, am I?"

Draco hesitated, unsure of how much to tell Harry. "You're not a rebound." He swallowed thickly before continuing, deciding Harry deserved to know the whole truth. "You're... you're the reason."

Harry's eyebrows rose. "What do you mean?"

"Well… Blaise broke up with me partially because of you."

"Me? What? Why?"

"Because... because he knew how much I wanted you," Draco whispered.

Harry's face was horrified. "I'm- I didn't- I'm so sorry."

"I'm not. Don't apologize for something you didn't know about. I..."

"What?"

"It's just that I'd rather..." Draco sighed and took a chance. "I've always needed your attention. I've always been obsessed with you, more than anyone else, and it wasn't fair to Blaise."

Harry stared at him, unblinking. "I know what you mean."

Draco's eyes widened further. "You do?"

"Of course, I just never knew why. I hated you, I stalked you, I needed to know what you were up to at all times. I've always been obsessed with you... and now this... I've never thought about blokes before; I'm not gay. It's just- it's that it's you."

Draco's heart leaped in his chest. He leaned forward to capture Harry's mouth in a soft kiss. He knew they should probably talk more; they had never opened up to each other this much before and there were so many other things that needed to be discussed. Harry's mouth was warm and inviting though, and there was always time later.

Harry's arms tightened around him as he deepened the kiss, pulling Draco to lay on top of him on the sofa.

Draco let out a little laugh. "This doesn't make you a little gay?"

Harry blushed. "Maybe in the literal sense. I've never really considered it before." His blush deepened. "Er- well-"

Draco smirked. "You seemed to consider it this morning."

Harry's face flamed and he turned away a little, clearly embarrassed. Draco turned his chin towards him, smirking, and as he spoke his confidence grew.

"I know I was... considering it. I thought I was dreaming, waking up to you pressed up against me, rock hard, nearly humping my leg. I wanted to bend over and beg you to fuck me." Harry gasped and his hips jumped up, sending a jolt of pleasure through Draco. "I was so disappointed when you got up... until I heard you, touching yourself, wanking in the next room... and I considered it quite thoroughly."

Harry's eyes were wide and dark, his pupils large and his breathing becoming unsteady. Draco's smirk became dirtier.

"So, don't say you haven't considered it."

"I meant... I've never considered men in general before. I'd be lying to say I've never... considered you in particular. I used to... well..."

Draco's eyebrow arched and he tilted his head to the side, inviting Harry to continue.

"At school I used to think of..." Harry paused to take a deep breath before his voice dropped to an embarrassed whisper. "I used to think about catching you coming out of the Room of Requirement late at night, tying you up and questioning you until you admitted what you were up to." Harry's voice was so low that Draco had to strain to hear him. "I used to imagine you getting hard, being tied up, and I would mock you for it. I'd imagine spreading it around school, out of revenge, that you had gotten off on what I'd done... But I always got hard, too, thinking about it. There were a few times that I... I thought about doing things to you, pretending to myself that it was just to tease you, but I'd always get... carried away, and in my head I would..." Harry hesitated, his cheeks absolutely glowing.

Draco's breath was quite irregular as he whispered, "Go on... what would you do?"

"I would... force you to your knees. I would shove my cock into your mouth. When I was ready, I would turn you around, push you up against the wall and tear your clothes off before I would fuck you. You would always come, untouched, and I would shoot so hard into you, I would come inside of you until it would drip down the inside of your thighs."

Draco panted, shocked at the admission that sounded quite similar to a few of his own fantasies, which admittedly were numerous. He slid his body to align their hips so that his rising erection pushed against Harry's, silently telling Harry how much he wanted him to do exactly what he was describing.

"I would get so hard, thinking about that over and over; I would touch myself until I'd come. Then I would be embarrassed and ashamed, and I'd try to forget about it, until the next time I saw you, and you would piss me off, and I would start thinking about it again..."

Draco rocked his hips against Harry's, causing delicious friction. One of Harry's hands slid down his back to cup his arse, grinding their bodies harder together as he continued to whisper into Draco's ear.

"I didn't know why I kept thinking about it. I told myself I just angry, and I wanted to see you put in your place, or that it was because I hated you and I just wanted to hurt you... but deep down I knew hurting someone you hate usually doesn't involve them coming."

Harry's breath was fragmented, his voice wavering as he thrust his cock up against the blond. Draco was moaning against Harry's neck, wanted precisely what Harry was describing. He bit roughly into Harry's throat, wanting to provoke Harry into actually tying him up, roughing him up, and making him come. He could feel his own heart pounding in his chest. He arched against Harry's hand on his back, wanting Harry to grip him harder.

"I wanted you... but I couldn't admit it to myself, didn't want to admit it, to realize what was so obvious." Both of Harry's hands were cupped on Draco's arse now, gripping through the fabric of Draco's trousers, which were still hung on his hips, mostly undone. "Then I woke up next to you, and I couldn't help myself from reliving all of those fantasies, especially when you were under me, in my bed." One of Harry's hands had slid under his trousers during this speech, gripping at the skin of his arse, driving Draco wild and a whimper escaped from his mouth.

Suddenly he removed his hand from Draco's trousers, causing a whine to emerge from Draco's throat against his will. Harry laughed, a low, predatory sound that went straight to Draco's cock. Harry's arms went back around him to pull them into a sitting position. Draco scowled and tried to push him back down, but Harry had other ideas. He stood and pulled Draco to his feet with him, both of them stumbling slightly. When Draco realized he was headed in the direction of the bedroom he stopped protesting. Harry pulled him into the room before pushing him up against the wall and devouring his mouth. Draco's hands gripped Harry's hips, pulling their bodies closer, hardly believing this was really happening, especially this unexpected and entirely welcome dominance. Harry held him against the wall for a few minutes, kissing and touching roughly, before pulling away and spinning him around to push him down onto the bed. Harry climbed onto the bed over him, pulling Draco's arms and shirt over his head before Draco could stop him.

Harry froze, staring down at Draco's chest, at the multitude of faded, thin scars that crossed his chest over his heart. Harry remembered waving his wand wildly, like a sword, and gasped in horror that he had caused these scars.

Draco sat up, pulling Harry's face close to his own, forcing the green eyes away from the scars. "Don't. It was a long time ago."

"I still- I'm so sorry, Dray, I didn't know what that spell did, I never would have-"

"Shhhh, Harry. I know. Snape told me. I deserved it."

Harry's eyes widened to a look of incredulity. Draco gave a short, humorless laugh.

"I tried to hit you with Crucio, Harry, and I did know what that does." Draco touched the side of Harry's face gently. "I'm sorry. I was desperate, cornered, confused. I should have asked for help long before I had gotten to that point. I should have known that Dumbledore would have helped me and my family."

"I'm sorry, too. I should have known you wouldn't have really done it. I should have tried to help you, get you free, instead of just trying to stop what you were doing," Harry whispered. He lowered his head to gently kiss Draco's scars lightly, trying to show his remorse as best he could.

The light, teasing touches slowly brought Draco's erection back full force. Harry gently pushed his body back to lie flat on the bed and continued the light kisses, his mouth touching every inch of the scars. Harry ran his hand along Draco's left arm, lightly tracing over the Mark, which was faded to almost nothing, like a badly done tattoo. Draco's hands went to Harry's chest, to a flat oval scar below his collarbone that he hadn't seen before, then traced up the side of Harry's face until he reached the lightning bolt. Harry gasped slightly at the touch, grinding his cock into Draco's own, before capturing Draco's mouth with his again.

They kissed gently for a few moments, both continuing to apologize silently. The kisses grew hungrier before long, until they were thrusting roughly against each other. Harry's hands fought unsuccessfully with Draco's trousers and pants for a few minutes before he pulled away from Draco's mouth and lifted away from Draco's body long enough to tug them down to his ankles. Draco kicked them off impatiently before pulling Harry back down to his mouth, finally feeling their bodies against each other without fabric in between, wrapping his long legs around Harry's waist in an unmistakable invitation.

Harry gasped into his mouth and couldn't help but rock against him in an imitation of the act they both clearly wanted. Draco's responding moan was like liquid Felix Felicis in his ears, and he broke the kiss to breathe into Draco's ear, "I want to fuck you."

Draco gasped, whispering, "Please," against his will, a sound that made Harry shudder.

Harry hesitated. "I've never- I don't know-"

Draco silenced him with a finger across his lips. "Summon your wand."

Harry sat up to kneel between Draco's thighs, closed his eyes and concentrated, and both the holly and hawthorn wands flew into the bedroom. Harry's eyes widened and Draco could tell he hadn't meant to summon both. "I think your wand likes me," Harry said.

"Obviously," Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow, resisting from making a terrible pun. "Now shut up, Potter, you're talking far too much."

He took the hawthorn wand from Harry and muttered Lubricus, pointing at his own fingers. He slowly reached down to touch his own entrance, shivering at Harry's eyes watching his hand so intently. Draco had expected Harry to be quite skittish at this stage, but Harry seemed to be unable to look away. Draco willed his body to relax before slowly pushing the tip of his finger in, moaning.

"Let me do that," Harry murmured, pulling Draco's hand away. His eyes never moved from Draco's entrance as he pointed his wand at his own fingers and repeated the spell. He took both wands and leaned over to set them on the side table. Harry settled back in between Draco's legs, his gaze returning immediately, causing Draco to flush at the intensity. Draco gasped when Harry's finger touched him, slowly circling his entrance, making him writhe with impatience.

Harry's eyes flickered up to watch Draco's face as he ever so slowly pushed his finger inside to the second knuckle. Draco moaned in appreciation and thrust down onto Harry's finger, wanting him to go deeper, faster. Harry kept his pace and slid his finger out and in again, tortuously slowly, seeming to enjoy Draco's impatience. Draco grabbed his wrist, forcing him to increase his speed. Harry smirked and pulled his hand away, holding it down by his wrist to the bed. Draco gasped, loving the feeling of being trapped, rocking his hips to meet Harry's finger, increasing friction that way instead.

"Another."

Harry pulled the finger almost all the way out and added a second on the way back in, his eyes intently moving along Draco's body, resting on his face for a few moments, before gliding down to stare at his body again. The intense gaze felt like physical touch to Draco, who writhed and pushed himself harder onto Harry's fingers. A third finger was added and Draco cried out wordlessly. Harry slowly fucked him with his fingers for a few minutes, watching his reactions intently.

Draco reached up to stroke Harry's cock, coating it liberally with the lube still left on his free hand. Harry gasped and thrust his cock into Draco's hand, finally increasing the speed of his fingers. Draco moaned, thrusting against Harry's hand harder, and had to stop himself from begging.

"Enough," he panted instead, trying to keep at least a little dignity, "I'm ready."

Harry slowly removed his fingers from his body. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry once more, silently asking Harry to stop taking your damn time and fuck me already, Potter.

Harry guided his cock to Draco's entrance, pausing as he barely pressed against Draco, who wanted to scream. Harry looked up at Draco's face as he pushed just the tip in, gasping at the sensation of tight muscle surrounding his cock.

Draco used his heels on Harry's back to push him in further, angling his hips up to meet him, hissing at the slight burn. Harry moaned when his entire length was encompassed in slick, tight heat.

"Wait," Draco panted, adjusting to the thickness impaling him. "Fuck, you're so big," he moaned.

Harry held perfectly still, not wanting to hurt the blond, gasping as Draco started rocking ever so slightly.

"Now," Draco commanded, increasing his pace, fucking himself on Harry's cock until the brunet started thrusting back. "Oh, fuck, Harry..." He ran his hands up Harry's arms and down his back to grip his arse, angling Harry's hips so that on the next thrust- "Fuck! Right there!"

Harry complied, staying at that angle, hitting his prostate over and over until Draco was seeing stars. Harry latched his mouth onto the side of Draco's neck, biting him roughly. Draco groaned in response, tilting his head, silently asking for more.

One of Harry's hands held his weight up and the other buried in Draco's hair, pulling his head around roughly so Harry could bite his lower lip. Draco whimpered against his mouth, "Faster."

Harry covered Draco's mouth with his own as he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. Harry untangled his hand from Draco's hair to reach down to stroke Draco's neglected cock. It was dripping precome onto Draco's flat stomach and it twitched in Harry's hand, causing his own arousal to spike.

Draco cried out at the touch, feeling heat pooling in his groin, burning through him. He couldn't stop himself, his muscles tightened around Harry's cock as he came, causing Harry to cry out and his thrusts became erratic, until he was exploding into Draco's body in liquid heat.

Harry collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. He lay there for a few minutes as they panted before gently pulling out of Draco and laying on his side next to him, their legs still tangled, Harry's arm slung over his chest, in a very similar position to their encounter that morning. Draco winced slightly as he turned a little towards to Harry, who immediately noticed.

"Dray- did I hurt you? I tried to- I didn't-"

Draco smiled, too relaxed to do anything but laugh a little. "Just a little sore. Good sore."

Harry bit his lip, clearly still worried.

"I'm fine, really... far better than fine. You didn't hurt me at all, and if you had... well... I probably would have liked that, too." Draco blushed.

Harry gaped at him, surprised, but Draco could see interest flare in Harry's eyes and knew that the idea was not entirely unwelcome. He trembled, remembering the details of Harry's school fantasies about him.

"Maybe next time," Draco murmured, watching Harry's face for his reaction, getting a thrill out of the little grin that Harry made at the mention of next time. He usually preferred to play a little more hard-to-get, but there had already been years of that between them already.

Draco buried his face into the messy black hair and pushed his body against Harry, who held him tighter in response. They both sighed happily, near sleep, exhausted from both the brilliant sex and from the emotional upheaval they had gone through in the past few days.

Before Draco drifted off, he couldn't help but comment, "Pretty sure you're a little gay, Potter."

He laughed, a tired, satisfied sound, and before Draco succumbed to sleep, he heard Harry whisper into his ear.

"Only for you, Dray... only for you."

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To be continued...