Cap 7.
Harry woke up with a start. The room was in semi-darkness, and there was unfamiliar yet not totally unpleasant warmth pressed against his side. His eyes widened as realisation dawned. Draco was curled up against him, forehead resting against his shoulder, his balled up fists pinning Harry's lower arm to the mattress. Harry blinked, and ran his right hand across his face, trying to bring reality to the fore. He lifted Draco's wrists with deliberate slowness, trying not to wake the boy as he tried to sidle out of bed.
Tending to Draco's wounds was one thing, but to end up sleeping beside the boy ... Harry silently prayed that Draco wouldn't wake up and scream the house down. He wasn't totally sure he wouldn't scream the house down ...
A hand gripped his arm, stopping him cold. Harry turned his head slowly, and found himself looking into a pair of misty grey eyes. He stared rigidly at Draco, heart thudding audibly in his chest. His mouth felt dry as sawdust as Draco shifted closer, the warmth of his body sending weird and wonderful sensations through every nerve fibre. The grip left his arm, only to return quickly to his chest – the fingers moving up, ever so slowly, tracing light patterns along his shoulder. The fingers rested at the point where his shoulder joined the neck, and he felt Draco shift once more.
"Malfoy ... " Harry's voice sounded detached, as if coming from a great distance. His limbs felt leaded as Draco pulled at his left arm, sliding it behind his shoulder and settled against him once again. He looked at the boy numbly, as Draco slid his left leg across his body, toes curling against his calves. He saw Draco's lips move, but he couldn't make out a single word – the crashing sounds in his head overrode everything else.
A hand caressed his neck, tangling briefly in his hair before moving on to cup his cheek. Draco's breath felt hot against his skin, and the press of his body seductive. Harry felt as though he was falling from a very high place, before finally crashing into his corporeal body. He blinked, suddenly aware of the urgent need to breathe again, as Draco spoke once more.
"Potter," Draco pleaded in a low voice. "Give me comfort."
Harry stared, perplexed. Draco pulled him closer, his nose brushing against Harry's cheek, their lips tantalising close together, and his breath moistening Harry's lips. Alarm bells shrilled in Harry's mind, but he was unable to pull away as Draco placed a hesitant kiss on his lower lip. Instead, he felt his left hand move on its own accord, gripping Draco's shoulder hard, pulling the boy towards him. Draco's grip on his hair tightened, and he kissed Harry again. Harry opened himself up to Draco's increasingly fervent kisses; not wanting to go on, yet… not willing to stop.
"Malfoy," He pulled away, and placed his right hand on Draco's chest lightly. "What are we doing?"
Grey eyes bored into him with a mix of despair and want. Draco lowered his eyes and remained silent as he ran his hand through Harry's hair, combing it back with his fingers. He arched his body forwards, pressing himself into Harry.
"Malfoy, please ... " Harry gasped, struggling to retain his sanity. His sensibilities told him this was wrong ... somewhat unnatural – yet his body was reacting in a totally different manner.
Draco took hold of his right wrist, brought it to his lips, and placed a lingering kiss on the pulse point. "Please, Harry," he pleaded, unconsciously using Harry's given name. "Comfort me." He dropped the wrist, the hand moving up to hold Harry's face in a surprisingly tender manner and kissed him again.
... comfort me ... comfort me ... comfort me ...
The words echoed in Harry's mind as Draco took hold of his hand again and placed it on his newly naked chest. He had no idea when Draco had unbuttoned their shirts, and the sensation of skin against skin caused him to gasp. Draco pressed himself into him once again, as he breathed raggedly into Harry's mouth.
Every shred of rationale abandoned Harry, as he flipped Draco onto his back and covered him with feverish kisses of his own. Draco opened up his body to Harry's ministrations; he lay back in submission as Harry pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and tossed it away, never once breaking contact. He pushed away at Harry's shirt, even as Harry bend over him and nudged his legs apart. Draco ran his hands on Harry's back, fingers dancing over the ridges of his spine. Harry moaned softly into his mouth as Draco locked his legs across his waist, their bodies grinding feverishly against each other.
Harry's eyes snapped open and he pulled away fractionally. Draco lay gasping underneath him, pupils dilated with pleasure, face flushed with inner radiance, and lips parted expectantly. Harry felt his heart hammering in his chest, and he could see the rapid movement mirrored on Draco's. Draco reached up for him, drunk on his kisses and the taste of his skin.
"Harry ... " Draco whispered sensually as he arched into Harry; their evident arousal grinding together.
Harry let out a sharp hiss and closed his eyes. "Please, Malfoy ... I am no saint." He tried to control the primal lust that threatened to undo him, yet he was dimly aware that Draco was perhaps further gone than he was.
... comfort me ... comfort me ... comfort me ...
Draco unlocked his legs and slid them down his sides. Harry heard the soft silky sound of a zipper being undone, and Harry instinctively lifted himself off as Draco wriggled under him, and kicked his trousers off. Nimble fingers worked on the buttons of his trousers, and then Draco was leaning into him, capturing him in another fervent kiss, even as his hands worked feverishly to remove Harry's trousers.
"Please," Draco implored urgently, as he held Harry's face in his hands.
"Tell me what you want, Malfoy," Harry whispered against his ear, as he settled himself once again on top of Draco. He tried not to think of his own hardness pressing into Draco's groin, instead he concentrated on Draco's seemingly fragile face as he gazed at him.
Draco made no verbal response; he shifted and parted his legs, opening himself up once again. His hand brushed fleetingly against Harry's erection, his thumb caressing the head, coating the digit with sticky pre-come. He pulled his hand free, and stuck the thumb into his mouth, sucking at the digit thoughtfully as he held Harry's gaze.
"Tell me what you want, Malfoy," Harry repeated insistently. Oh, he thought he knew very well what Draco wanted, but he needed to hear it from the boy himself. Draco pulled his thumb out of his mouth, and ran it lightly on Harry's parted lips.
... comfort me ... comfort me ... comfort me ...
Harry closed his eyes, and shuddered. Draco's breath was warm on his skin, stirring his hair as he exhaled. "I want ... " Draco's ran his tongue lightly on his earlobe. " ... you to take me."
"What?" Harry pulled away, shocked.
Draco gripped his arms urgently, nails digging into taut muscles. He gazed unwaveringly into Harry's wide-opened eyes. His hands moved with deliberate slowness onto Harry's back, moving up to the shoulder blades, then down to his hips, resting momentarily before moving back up again. "Please," he rose and captured Harry's lips in a hungry kiss, pulling him down once again.
"Malfoy," Harry murmured between fervent kisses. "What are you saying?"
Draco said nothing, but his body spoke volumes. He reached down into the non-existent space between their bodies and stroked Harry lingeringly. Then his fingers closed around the shaft as he made to guide it into himself.
"Malfoy, wait." Harry gripped his wrist, stilling the movement. Draco gazed at him through hooded eyes, his breathing came in shallow stabs as he shifted slightly underneath his companion. Harry pulled away completely and leaned over the bed. He groped one handed on the floor, and his hand closed on the wooden box. He flipped the lid open and scrabbled amongst the contents, until his fingers found a tube of salve. He glanced sideways at Draco who was idly touching himself and watching him from under partially lidded eyes. Harry held his gaze as he opened the tube and coated his fingers, then rubbed the salve liberally over his erection.
"Turn over," he ordered, and Draco complied wordlessly. He got behind the blond, and ran his hands lightly over Draco's hips. To be honest, neither boy had any idea what they were doing, and Harry let his natural rooting instinct guide him as he gripped Draco's hips and pushed gently forwards. Draco inhaled sharply and squeezed his eyes shut.
Draco surrendered himself to the sensation, as hands moved to grip his waist tightly. He buried his face into the pillows and willed his body to relax as Harry thrust deeper, pushing pass the barrier. Fingers tangled in his tousled hair, as Harry started to move, back and forwards – slowly at first before he picked up his pace. Draco screamed, the pillows muffling him somewhat as he made the crossover from pain to pleasure. He kept very still as nails dug into his flesh, raising angry red marks on his skin.
Harry pulled him brusquely towards him, and then away; plunging deeper with each thrust. Draco gasped sharply and cried out incoherently as he lurched forwards, his elbows and knees buckling under the force of Harry's relentless pounding. Hands pulled him back, so he was almost sitting on Harry's lap. Hot breath caressed his skin, as Harry whispered seductively in his ear, "Is this what you want?"
Draco turned his face, their noses almost touching, their breathing harsh in their fevered coupling. "More," he moaned, as he squeezed his eyes shut against the lightning bolts of pleasure and pain coursing through his body."Give me some more."
Harry pushed him forward and pulled out of him abruptly, and Draco gasped at the loss of contact. He sighed as Harry hauled him to sit on the edge of the bed, and again when Harry knelt before him and pushed his knees apart. Harry shuffled closer, his hand hovering over the Draco's skin. Not touching, but following every contour of the blond's body – his cheeks, neck, chest, groin, all the way down to his ankles and then upwards again. He smiled as Draco hissed sharply.
"Harry, please ... " Draco reached out and cupped his face, grey eyes pleading with a raw yearning. Harry aroused him with his burning ardour and filled him with wanton desire. "Take me, Harry. Take me now,"
Draco felt his skin tingle as Harry placed a kiss on his inner thigh. He instinctively slung his knees over Harry's shoulder and lay down on the mattress. Harry shifted, and rested his left knee on the bed. He nudged Draco to slide further up, his left hand caressing Draco's outer thigh ever so slowly. Draco reached up to touch his face, and nodded his consent. His eyelids fluttered as Harry entered him again, filling him up, completing him.
Draco concentrated on his lover's face as they moved sensuously against each other. He ran his palms over Harry's chest, learning the contour of the taut muscles, the silken sheen of the sweat-slicked skin – learning, remembering, and imprinting it in his memory forever.
"Draco," Harry whispered, as he snuggled against Draco's neck, breathing in Draco's hot, musky scent. His tongue darted out to lick a wide swathe on Draco skin – from his throat to his earlobe. Draco writhed with pleasure, and then he reached up to kiss Harry deeply, his passion evident in his touch. He let Harry go, and immediately gripped Harry's hips and arched his back, forcing the boy deeper into him. Harry gasped as the intense tightness enveloped him.
Their eyes locked, the raw uninhibited desire flashing from the grey to the green. Draco called out Harry's name, repeatedly, as if afraid that he would shatter should he ever stop. It felt so good to have Harry dominate him sexually – giving him both pleasure and comfort that he yearned for. They clung to each other, each seeking and finding release in their urgent coupling.
Harry gripped Draco's hips harder, his heartbeat beating audibly fast as he felt the rush of sensation burning through his groin. Draco reached down, hand closing on his own throbbing erection; gripping and moving frenetically up and down the shaft. He cried out incoherently as Harry hit a spot deep within him. Harry grunted in response, his head thrown back as he thrust harder and faster, and he felt Draco spasm beneath him, muscles clenching tightly around him.
"Harry ... please ... god, oh god, please," Draco implored, as his entire body shuddered violently, his hand blurring as he tried to match Harry's haphazard pounding. Draco screamed his name, body arching into Harry's as they crested the peak of their passion. Draco felt his very being shattered into a million pieces as they came together.
They remained still for long moments, waiting for their heartbeats to slow. Harry finally slipped out of Draco, and gathered him into his arms. Their lips touched once again, the kiss lingered but lacking the previous ardour; instead it spoke volumes of the passion shared and its conviction. Harry sighed and held Draco tighter – in comforting Draco he realised he was comforted in return.
