A/N: Warning for graphic sex scene. If you don't want to read it, then don't. Fair warning. Also, this is my first time writing a sex scene, so please be nice:)
It was almost dark before Harry and Draco were done with the dishes. Harry felt dirty after the long walk in the garden and cooking in the kitchen, so he went to take a shower. He put on a pair of pajamas when he was done and headed to the library. He loved to read before he went to bed. However, Lucius didn't like any light on when he was going to bed, so Harry rarely got a chance to unless he sat in the library while he read.
Draco was outside and saw a light go on in his father and Harry's bedroom. He went back in the house, and for the first time, cast locking spells on all doors leading into the house. They had wards to let them know when someone entered the property, so they rarely locked up the house. The wards kept out people with malicious intent, so there was no worry there. He silently headed upstairs.
Harry heard the soft padding of Draco's feet as he walked down the long hallway. He heard Draco go inside his room, which was just before Harry and Lucius's. He could hear Draco getting out his own pajamas. Harry climbed in bed with his book. There were no more noises coming from Draco's room. When he heard a quiet knock on his door, he jumped in fright. He couldn't seem to find his voice, so he just sat there watching the knob slowly turn and the door open. Draco was standing in the doorway, watching him. Harry's heart was beating as if he had just run a mile.
"Can I come in, Harry?" Draco asked, quietly.
Harry still couldn't speak, so Draco walked in silently and stood by the foot of the bed.
"You can't go to bed with your hair wet. It'll look worse in the morning."
Harry self-consciously ran his hand through his wet hair. Draco came around the side of the bed and motioned for Harry to sit in the chair in front of the ornate mirror hanging on the wall of his bedroom. Once Harry had, Draco stepped up behind him and waved his wand to dry the hair. Then, he gently ran his hands through Harry's hair just to enjoy the feel of the strands running through his fingers. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of Harry's head.
"I thought I could keep away from you." Draco's voice was low and intense.
"This is wrong, Draco," Harry said, voice slightly shaky.
"All you have to do is tell me to leave, and I'll go. You have to say it."
"I can't."
"Are you sure?" Draco knew this was sneaky and underhanded. He could see Harry's chest rising and falling in the mirror, deep from his heavy breaths. He was still going to make Harry make the decision for both of them.
"I don't even think you can be sure about something like this." Harry felt Draco's hands lightly touch his neck, before wandering down to his chest. He could feel the heat from Draco's hands through the thin material of the pajamas as they rubbed his chest, lightly tweaking his nipples as they passed over them. It was getting hard to breathe, and Harry was torn between horror at the betrayal to his husband and excitement at finally feeling Draco touch him. He wanted to tell Draco to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not when he had wanted this for so long.
Draco reluctantly pulled his hands away, but only to pull Harry out of the chair and over to the bed. They sat next to each other, and Draco turned his body so he was facing Harry. He had slept with dozens of men and women, but he had never felt more like a fumbling virgin. He shakily ran his hands down Harry's arms to his hands. He grasped them and laced their fingers together. Draco watched Harry's eyes drift closed, and leaned forward to press their lips together, so lightly it could barely be called a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him closer to kiss him more firmly.
Harry slid his arms around Draco's neck, and that seemed the signal Draco was waiting for. He kept his eyes closed to focus on the sensation of Draco slipping his tongue in his mouth. Despite their many years together and all they had done together, Lucius had never kissed him like this. It was always closed mouth and over almost before it began. Draco was awakening sensations that Harry had never felt before. Draco pulled back, and Harry finally opened his eyes.
Draco looked into Harry's eyes until he found what he was looking for. He snatched Harry off the bed and pulled him across his lap. His kiss this time was more demanding and passionate than before. He was out of breath when he finally pulled back. "Oh, Harry," he groaned.
Harry and Lucius had done almost everything imaginable, but Lucius had never lit a fire inside him the way Draco was doing now. Sex with Lucius was lukewarm, where only kissing Draco was scalding hot, threatening to burn him from the inside out. It was as terrifying as it was thrilling.
Draco maneuvered Harry to lay on the bed. His hands were shaking even harder than before. He slowly unbuttoned Harry's pajama top. He went to slide it off of Harry when Harry stopped his hands.
"Please turn off the lights." Harry sat up and held the sides of his top together.
Draco looked at Harry in confusion. "Let's just leave them on."
"Please, Draco," Harry pleaded. He had never made love with the lights on. Lucius had insisted on the lights being off. Harry figured it was so Lucius could pretend he was a woman. He was so used to the dark, the light frightened him. Only Lucius had ever seen him naked, and he had barely passed a glance over him.
"Does the light bother you?"
"Yes." Harry was terrified that he was unattractive and that was the reason Lucius didn't want to see him naked.
"Harry, you're gorgeous. Your body is gorgeous. There's no need to try to hide it from me."
"It's just…I mean…I've never done it with the lights on," Harry said, his voice small.
Draco didn't say another word. He just got his wand from where he left it, and turned the lights off. He brought his wand back to bed with him. He climbed up and straddled Harry's legs as he started to, once again, slide the top off of Harry's shoulders. He wasn't stopped this time. He ran his hands over Harry's bare arms to keep him calm. He could feel Harry's body trembling. As much as he wanted to believe it was all desire, he knew that it was in part from nervousness.
Harry was amazed at the gentleness that Draco showed him and the slow pace he had kept up from the beginning. Lucius had never taken his time with Harry's body like this, and it was amazing to feel like he was being worshipped. Draco was touching every inch of the upper half of his body, placing soft kisses against the areas where Harry was sensitive.
"Draco, what are you doing to me?" Harry moaned.
Draco didn't answer verbally. He swiped at Harry's nipple with his tongue before closing his mouth around it and sucking, gently flicking the tip with his tongue. He was almost drunk on the feeling of Harry's body under his. He wished he could see him instead of only feeling. He could feel where Harry had balled his hands into fists between their stomachs. He tried to unfurl Harry's hands, but he balled them up tighter.
"Harry, it's okay," Draco said, softly.
"Is it?"
"I'll show you that it's okay."
"But, Lucius never-" Harry pressed his lips together and wished he had kept his mouth shut. It was bad enough to cheat on his husband, he should never have brought his name into it.
"He never what?" Draco's tone held only curiosity.
Harry felt like he shouldn't say anything else. He wasn't used to talking during intimate moments. With Lucius, it was always a quick and fast session and sleep.
"Harry, it's okay. You can finish your sentence. I won't be upset."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut as his face flushed red. "He never…took his time…with me…or talked at all."
"Then, my father is an idiot."
Draco got off the bed and pulled Harry with him. The only sound was the rustle of clothing as Draco undressed himself and took off what was left of Harry's clothes. When he was done, he pulled Harry firmly against his body. Draco began sliding his hands all over Harry's body like he did before, only now, he had more to work with. He got down on his knees to touch every inch of the rest of Harry's body, placing more soft kisses everywhere he got a reaction.
Harry's whole body was trembling. "I need to lay down, Draco. I don't think I can stand much longer."
Draco carefully pushed Harry back down on the bed to continue his assault with his hands and mouth. He had been avoiding the one spot that Harry wanted him to touch, but he finally leaned down and placed a kiss on the head of Harry's cock. Harry let out a deep moan before Draco swallowed him down. Draco bobbed his head up and down as he swirled his tongue around the tip on every upstroke. He would take a momentary break to press kisses up and down the shaft. He could tell Harry was getting close, and he watched as Harry's hands flew up to grasp the bars on the headboard. He started sucking and licking harder until Harry came in his mouth.
Harry had never had an orgasm that intense in his life. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. He opened his eyes to see Draco leaning over him. He knew that Draco still hadn't gotten off. Draco was breathing hard and his body was tense. He felt Draco kiss his temple before leaning down to his ear.
"Harry, are you absolutely sure?"
Harry reached up and ran his fingers through Draco's sweaty hair. He hesitated only a moment before spreading his legs. "I want you, Draco."
Draco closed his eyes and could have cried. He swallowed hard before reaching for his wand. He cast a lubrication spell on his fingers and slipped his hand down behind Harry's balls. His finger rubbed over the entrance for a few moments before slipping in the first finger. Even after 7 years with his father, Harry was still impossibly tight. He grit his teeth as he imagined the tight heat pressing all around his cock. He had to stop and breathe for a minute so he wouldn't come before he even got to feel it. Harry was squirming under him, and he started searching for the prostate. Harry moaned when his finger slid over it, and it wasn't long before Harry was hard again. He quickly finished preparing him and pressed the tip of his cock against Harry's entrance.
He leaned in to press a sweet, gentle kiss to Harry's lips before pressing in slowly. It seemed to take forever before his balls pressed against Harry's. He sat still for a few moments. He felt Harry's hand slide around to the back of his head and pull him in for a deep kiss. They kissed for a few minutes until Draco couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out and slammed back in. Harry cried out and started thrusting back. Draco couldn't stop from running his hands all over Harry's body as he thrust into him over and over.
He wanted this to last forever. He didn't know if Harry would let him do this again, so he tried to make it last as long as possible. He had long since found Harry's prostate again, and slammed into it repeatedly. Harry was moaning and begging like a whore. Draco could feel himself getting close, so he reached down and grabbed Harry's cock. He slid his hand up and down as fast as he could until Harry came all over his hand. Feeling Harry clenching around him was all it took. His balls tightened, and he could feel his release spurting inside Harry again and again. He collapsed on top of Harry as he tried to catch his breath. He came back to himself as he felt Harry's fingers run through his hair. He made a face as he realized how much sweat was covering both of them. He was too tired for a shower, so he just moved beside Harry and pulled him into his arms.
Harry laid his head on Draco's chest and wrapped his arm around his waist. He smiled as he felt Draco's arms tighten around him. He had never realized sex could be like that. His smile turned sad as he realized that it could have been Draco he had married and he could have had this all along.
