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Smells Like Teen Spirit

Chapter Ten : Too Fast For Who?

'Are you awake?'

'No. And neither are you.'

'Harry…'

'I can't hear you-'

'But I can't sleep.' Draco's face appeared above Harry's. He tried to pry his boyfriend's eyes open. When they did open after a few seconds of Draco's long spidery fingers digging into his face, Harry was prepared to glare and scowls up at him miserably. Instead, when his eyes met Draco's they softened instantly. Draco's beauty was incomprehensible. Undeniable yet striking.

It seemed to happen often now; Harry would forget that he had the most beautiful boyfriend in the world. Then Draco would look at him, a stare that would catch Harry off guard and bring him down to his knees.

Harry watched carefully as Draco kept opening and closing his eyes. He looked so much like a cat; the way his back was arched and how he snuggled deeper into Harry's naked body.

'Why can't you sleep?'

'I'm nervous.'

'What?!' Harry cried, more than a little surprised that Draco was admitting this. In the following weeks since the dinner at Harry's home, Draco had taken Harry and his mother to a restaurant in South Kensington that he deemed one of the best. He had productive meetings with Snape and the fashion designers that aspired to work for him. He has been in his element and seemed stronger than ever, stopping at nothing until Draco Malloy conquers everything. Or so Harry thought anyway.

'Why are you nervous?' He asked in a whisper.

Draco sighed and collapsed on top of his boyfriend, serving to both reawaken and cajole Harry's sleepy erection to fullness. 'I have so much work to do. They want me to spend a week over in Paris and then after that they want me to go straight to Milan for a meeting with a few of the major fashion houses. And meetings never last for a few hours, especially when new collections are coming out and they want to show me everything.'

Draco wasn't entirely sure if Harry was processing everything he said, only that his hands grew softer on Draco's waist and the tips of his fingers skimmed over the model's wide shoulders and slender torso.

'Very busy few weeks ahead then.'

Draco rolled his eyes. 'Of course it's very busy. I'll barely have any time to spend with you.'

'Ah,' murmured the other, 'but what if I came with you?'

Draco suddenly felt like the mood had switched. It hadn't of course, unless he wanted the mood to change. How was Harry to know what a monster he was during preparation for future runway walks; how mean he could be when he was not getting his way…

Slowly, he started shaking his golden head. 'No. I don't think so.'

'What,' began Harry but Draco interrupted him.

'It will be so boring, I promise, you won't miss out on anything.'

'But it seems fun,' harry murmured, staring up into Draco's eyes and hardly noticing the blond hair that tickled his face when Draco moved.

'Very deceitful, I assure you.'

'Maybe you need to have a bit of a break then.'

'If anything,' Draco said slowly, 'I need to work harder. With Fashion Week in a couple of months, I have a lot coming up…'

Even after Harry's arms came to wrap around Draco's midriff, holding so tenderly, squeezing in all the right places; and when he fell asleep with his head nestled in the junction between his boyfriend's neck and shoulder, the model still could not sleep. He wasn't so sure why he was painfully anxious but regardless, sleep barely glimpsed him that night.

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HEAT EXCLUSIVE

What's New With Dray the Bae

Worldwide modelling sensation Draco Malfoy, recently appearing in the newest addition of Vogue on an editorial spread for Chanel, has been spotted in Mayfair house hunting in company of his boyfriend Harry Potter.

Draco has not previously had his own home in London, rather opting to stay with his parents or in various hotels across his hometown city. Could this perhaps be a sign of him progressing his relationship with Harry Potter? Or is he planning to spend more time in London to get to know the man that the world has eagerly been trying to discover-?

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'And for you sir,' the pristinely dressed white waiter murmured to Draco, placing the plate before him and setting down a glass. 'Would you like more wine sir?'

The blond man nodded softly, gave his thanks and then turned back to his date. 'Where were we?'

Harry swirled the sparkling water in his glass; smirk almost tangible in the air, and with his coy eyes occasionally flicking up to meet his boyfriend's, it was entirely purposeful. He had switched to water when the two glasses of wine got him tipsier than he cared to admit

'I was telling you about my mother's invitation to you. She has found, what she argues is the best Brazilian restaurant she has ever been to.'

The model sipped from his glass whilst pondering over Harry's words. 'Is this our chance to tell your mother that you're thinking of moving in with me…?'

The air froze; barely for a second before it righted itself and Harry was given a moment to process the question. He licked his lips nervously.

'I'm not sure…' he didn't intend to sound as honest and resigned as he did. But the matter of fact was that he did come across that way and it somewhat sharpened Draco's gaze. He latched his swirling eyes on to Harry's burning green ones.

'Really? Why is that?'

Harry skirted around his words, afraid to both offend and suffer the consequences of his words being misconstrued. 'It's just'

'Your father.' Draco said bluntly; once swirling grey eyes now flashing- had fire consumed them now? Or perhaps the fire was only really a response to his disappointment.

'Not that … it's just … my parents might need a little time. I'm still gonna stay with you as often as I can … I just want to not freak them out with how fast this is going.'

There was a slight hardening of Draco's jaw- and it spoke of a young man who was used to always getting his way not getting his own way.

'but you know Dray, it's good if we go out more with mother. She's the one who has always worn the pants in my family.' Harry reached for Draco's hand.

A silence filled the air for a few minutes whilst Draco poked at his scallops and courgettes with his unoccupied hand. 'Try some of this,' he stabbed a particularly luscious scallop and bought it to Harry's mouth, the fork rubbing at his lip upon its departure.

'So yummy,' Harry breathed softly. Then he chanced a look up at Draco and what he encountered almost scolded him. Maddening silver eyes with no mercy.

When they finished their meals quickly, Draco ordered them an Uber to his hotel room. He was moving into Mayfair tomorrow but was leaving the day after to go to Paris with Sev. The Mayfairesque penthouse was stunning with several lavish bedrooms and bathrooms and wardrobes as well as a luscious pool on the wide balcony garden. The only problem was that Harry was not going to move in with him.

He didn't want to be alone, especially because he had forgotten what loneliness really was. An emotion that was foreign to everything Draco was and still is…

Lonely is not one of them.

But Harry called for the waiter and stole Draco's attention with his charming smile and doting eyes.

It was hard to keep their hands off each other in the cab; they tore at each other's clothes and sucked one another's lips to a bruising, blushing red. Then they stumbled up the stairs, fought to keep control in the lift and when they finally reached Draco's hotel suite, Harry was dragged hurriedly to the bedroom.

He had not been able to get enough of Draco inside him since that mind blowing night, where he had been reacquainted with penetrative sex. Yet it seemed Draco enjoyed it immensely too.

Harry wanted to make him feel good though, wanted to let Draco be selfish and use him.

Just as Draco wanted to desperately use him. He had been looking forward to the idea of Harry living with him. They saw each other often enough. But still-

He felt so unbelievably safe. That was what Draco had always wanted. Someone who made him feel safe and secure. Like now. Harry's arms coming around his body to hold him tight. So sweet.

Loving.

Draco moaned loudly when Harry's tongue migrated to his neck, bitingly and demanding. Yet soon a soft wet tongue ran over the abused skin before swiftly moving downwards.

When had his shirt come off?

'oh fuck,' he panted, running a hand through black locks and pulling hard enough for Harry to feel his annoyance. When a hand roughly grasped his cock though, his previous annoyance was hastily forgotten. 'I'm still coming with you tomorrow Dray. Going to help you arrange everything.' Then he flashed a quick smile and leant down to nip Draco's cock- it's bursting bulbous end.

'Christen the beds too?'

'Naturally.' He sucked Draco's dick into his mouth and swallowed, making the sensation that much tighter and wetter.

'Fuck,' Draco huffed, thrusting as deep as he could down his boyfriend's throat.

Harry's hands migrated to Draco's thighs and tightened around them as if to restrain him.

Draco shut his eyes tight and let out a quiet purring mewl. He was leaving for Paris soon and had been put under a huge amount of pressure by the newest editorial director of Givenchy. It made his job difficult in many aspects, primarily because Draco was somewhat testing in work related situations. He could be snappy, over critical too! But that was only due to his argumentative nature, right?

Not at all because he was controlling. He liked the final say was all.

Not just that but Harry wasn't moving in with him, to sour his spirits even more. Draco had excitedly told Luna and Dean that he was planning to ask Harry. It left Draco feeling as though his ego was a little grazed by this outcome too: who wouldn't want to move in with him? He was Draco Malfoy, one of the most successful models of his age. He was gorgeous too.

Gorgeous.

didn't Harry think so?

Or was there another reason that he did not want to move in with Draco…

Suddenly plunged under freezing cold water, or similar to the feeling anyway, Draco was violently wrenched out of his thoughts (how had he even gotten lost in them) by Harry's finger entering him.

He let out a low moan and started huffing breathlessly into the air, his arms falling uselessly beside him. Then a hand rose to grab Harry's hair, to pull him closer. He himself was so much closer to completion than he thought he could possibly be from a five minute blow job.

Harry, he noted, was smirking against his shaft. Taunting him with his cheekiness.

'Take off your clothes,' Draco panted as he swiftly tightened his grasp on Harry's hair to push one last thrust up into Harry's mouth. He heard his boyfriend choking and found some secret pleasure in it. So he did it again. He was allowed to be selfish; he was moving in alone tomorrow after all.

Loneliness. That strange, foreign emotion…

Harry stood up tall and proud, removing first his shirt and then his shoes and trousers. He left his boxers on however and this had Draco letting out a disgruntled groan. There he was acting like a spoilt child again.

'Take off your-'

'No,' Harry said very quickly with a vehement shake of his head. 'No, not my boxers. Gonna keep this about you right now.' Harry sunk back onto his knees: managing to speed Draco's heart, send butterflies swarming through his stomach and reawaken the throbbing in his groin.

'Hmm? Me?'

'Yeah,' kiss to his shaft, 'definitely about you right now.' Another kiss. 'Especially because you need to remember who you belong to.'

'Oh yeah?' Draco did not intend to sound so playful, just that he naturally was. He also liked the idea of Harry keeping it all about him. After all, Draco was so spoilt that sometimes things just didn't feel right unless they revolved around him.

Harry parted the model's long legs, staring appreciatively and following the same meandering journey his eyes took with his tongue.

This only made Draco cry louder and he fisted Harry's thick dark locks; showing him just how much pleasure he was consumed by. It did not last much longer after that, especially when a few fingers buried themselves inside Draco and destroyed any remaining restraint he had.

What was more was that he didn't even mean to choke Harry- thrusting deep into his throat was merely a side effect of how good he felt.

Draco pulled his boyfriend into a harsh kiss as his tongue swept over Harry's salty one. He felt so safe and secure that it was near enough disconcerting.

'You want your turn yet?' Draco's breath fanned over his face before they met for another brief, sloppy kiss.

'In a minute. I wanted to talk about something first…'

The model fell back into the sheets. 'Go on,' and there it was again; a momentary frostiness to the way he pronounced his words. Or maybe it was just that his lips weren't pressed in a warm embrace to Harry's.

it was a part of Draco that Harry had still to get used to: this defensive, biting, scared part of his boyfriend's character.

Draco knew that Harry was feeling that way. But what was he do be other than utterly guarded? He had so much to hide.

'You know I want to move in with you Dray. I want us to live together. It's just … it's like things are moving too fast…'

'But fucking on the first date wasn't?'

Harry's words died on his lips. He wasn't sure what he had been about to say, just that as the rational thoughts in his head died on the tip of his tongue, the hurt that blossomed inside of him began flinging scathing words back.

'Fucking on the first date is not going too far. Unless you're more old-fashioned than you make out to be.'

This sparked fire in Draco's eyes and he grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair, smirking down at his face. 'I wasn't complaining.'

'Then don't try to come at me on this stance like you don't understand why I feel like this is moving too fast. My dad is only starting to get that I'm with you and that nothing he says is going to change us.' Harry's hands found their way tangled in Draco's locks. They stared at each other.

'But it's not something that can happen overnight.'

Draco's hands fell from Harry's hair, no longer pulling the man to him. Rather, he fell back resigned and let out a shaky sigh.

'I don't get how your father can have such a problem with me yet your fucking godfather is cut from the same cloth as I am.'

Harry had already begun peppering kisses on his boyfriend's face, trying to forget the annoyance that had raged inside him. But Draco was not trying to forget. His intentions were a lot more selfish.

Why didn't James Potter like him and yet loved Sirius Black like a brother?

'I think our fathers don't get on very well is what,' Harry's head appeared above his own and he was grinning, positively beaming now. 'But why should that stop us?'

He was touching Draco intimately now, completely grounding the blond and stealing his breath like a hungry thief in the dead of night.

'I'm moving in tomorrow,' he reminded Harry, touching his bottom lip before following it up with a sweet kiss.

'Yeah,' the other replied.

'Which means I don't have time to waste arguing.' Draco wound his hand back in Harry's locks and pulled his face down towards his own.

They kissed with a heated passion that awakened the feral desire and lust that had hidden inside of Draco. The desire exploded out of him: clawing at Harry and biting his lips and sucking his tongue into a battle.

Lit was like they hadn't argued.

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Draco and Harry managed to christen a couple of the beds in the new penthouse, as well as some of the-

Bathtubs.

Kitchen counters.

Tables.

Sofas.

Even against some of the doors. And more than they could count in the swimming pool.

It was a fine summers day, hot air fanning on their wet slick bodies. They were skinny dipping in the pool, swimming lazily to each other and kissing, touching, fucking whenever they had energy. It was probably not a great idea considering that Draco was a globally recognised celebrity but for once he felt like all of his worries were firmly explicable from the current situation. He had postponed his trip to Paris for another day and was going to spend it solely with Harry.

He was in the middle of posting a picture of himself and Harry in the pool when his phone started to ring. It was Sev.

He rolled his eyes as he picked up. 'Good afternoon Sev,' he drawled into the phone, mouthing a quick apology to Harry as he hopped out of the pool. Draco wrapped a towel around his waist and sat on the side of the pool, flicking water every so often at his boyfriend and grinning. Harry's tongue rolled out of his mouth and it darted up to try and catch some of the droplets, despite how futile his efforts were amidst his laughter.

'… you understand?'

'Wait what?' Draco said quickly, snapping out of the reverie that Harry's tongue had placed him in, 'I wasn't listening.' He could practically hear Sev roll his eyes.

'I said that you're getting a recorded delivery within the next two hours. It contains attire from both Dior and Tom Ford so make sure you're seen wearing them.'

The blond nodded to himself, a tumble of locks falling to cover his face whilst simultaneously, he continued his water-assault on Harry. The green eyed man was laughing ecstatically, showing off with his impressive backstrokes now.

The conversation quickly died after when Sev announced that he had a few errands to run before he and Draco were to leave. It was however with this last thought that Draco stood up from the poolside to whisper a few more words to his mentor.

'Sev, I just wanted to quickly ask you something.'

'Yes…'

'Harry's birthday is in a few weeks and I don't really want to be working when that comes up. At least not for a few days.'

There was a short pause before his dear friend murmured, 'I'll see what I can do. Maybe reschedule some of your plans.'

'You're great.'

'Take care Draco.' Then Severus hung up.

When the model returned to Harry's side, the towel long forgotten on the floor, he noticed that the camera was facing him. His gait transformed instantaneously, as did the way his limbs fell about him; more sultry and purposeful, without the model even noticing. He grinned at the camera, sometimes his best friend…

Draco had always felt comfortable under a camera's burning gaze; a fact which had often confused people when he was younger. But it was natural for him to crave the never ending, loving gaze of the camera lens. After all the camera knew him best sometimes.

'What are you doing,' the blond whispered quietly, striking a lovely pose with his head tipped back and his eyes twinkling in excitement.

'Just pictures for myself. You look so good,' and Harry was half out of the water now. 'Swap places with me,' he breathed.

Only one of the pictures of Draco ended up on Snapchat, for he could not deny the brilliant way in which Harry captured his laughing eyes and the smirk dancing on his lips. His body was dripping with water, half out of the tinted blue waves. Draco's hair was dark and heavy with water but that served only to pronounce the strikingness of his face. His cheekbones and jaw.

It was only one picture on Snapchat, later uploaded to Harry's Instagram. Still, it was enough to bring the world to its knees. And later, certainly more than enough to bring Harry to his knees too.

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'So,' Luna began in a quiet voice to Draco. They were having lunch in Draco's favourite South African restaurant in the world, situated in Piccadilly Circus. He was eating his lentil and yam stew when Luna decided to open her mouth for the first time since receiving their food.

Draco put down his knife and fork then wiped his mouth with the napkin beside his plate. He gave Luna his unwavering attention. 'Yes?' He prodded when she remained silent, no doubt wondering how best to phrase her question.

'Harry hasn't moved in quite yet?'

The tall man remained silent, pinching the white skin of his hand and watching it redden with attentive eyes. Now was Draco's chance to ponder a bit on his words.

'Hmm, well I just got back from Milan the other day. I thought I might wait a bit before I ask… again…'

This had Luna's head shooting up to stare at her best friend. 'What?' They pretended not to notice the people sitting a few tables down taking pictures of them, no doubt to plaster all over the internet and their social media. He slowly put on his Gucci sunglasses despite them being indoors, and turned to face Luna

'you have already asked?'

Draco's face failed to reveal any of his emotions. Maybe it was the hard set of his mouth and the sunglasses covering most of his face. 'Yes. But he wanted to Lunes; don't misinterpret me. Just that his father might not be wholly comfortable with it. Or so Harry says.'

'What do you mean?'

'I mean that his mother would be over the moon and thrilled for Harry but his father is still not over Lucius Malfoy's son fucking his own kid.'

Luna's face soured. 'Not that Harry's with a guy?'

He shook his head. 'No, he doesn't care that it's a dick Harry is fucking, just that it's my dick.' Draco picked up his fork and viciously speared a piece of yam, munching eagerly on it. When he finished, he continued on with his tirade. 'It's just that what bugs me is how he said he doesn't want things to go too fast...'

she smirked 'Too fast for who?'

'His father of course '

'Then you need to change it.' Luna practically roared at him. 'Pander to his father's interests then.'

'Like I haven't tried Luna.'

She laughed when she answered him. 'Well carry on trying then!' She poured herself another glass of champagne and topped up her friend's. 'listen to this though, Harry's a mummy's boy first and foremost?'

Draco laughed and nodded. 'Definitely.'

'Then it will just take time for James Potter to open up to you. He's cautious is all, especially after the history you say he shares with your father.'

'Well he should take it up with the man himself.' Pause whilst they drank from their flutes. 'It's just confusing is all. I mean the only one who has reason most out of that whole family is Sirius Black and he's as charming as mother promised me.'

Luna leaned over as if to inspect Draco's face and mouth but she just started giggling really loud. 'And still handsome as ever?'

The tall man nodded with a rumbling laugh. 'Fucking beautiful guy with just about the most striking eyes I've ever seen.'

Luna conjured up a picture on her phone and shoved it under her friend's nose. It was Sirius Black and his stunning partner from maybe two or three years ago. Sirius Black's white skin was sun kissed, a little more brown and with his hair stark black against his skin, served to only pronounce his darkened complexion. The tuxedo he wore was a lavish and pure black, as dark as his hair.

The woman beside him was undeniably beautiful as well. Her skin was a deep brown, her eyes browner still. She barely reached Sirius's shoulder yet showed off her figure with high stilettos and a figure hugging black dress; accentuating the curve of her hips and her riveting smile. Her dark eyes were hooded with thick long lashes. As she stared into the camera, Draco stared back at her. The taunting smile and her sublime eyes.

'They look so good,' Luna cried excitedly. 'Imagine how good Sirius is in bed?'

'No thanks. That's incest.' She stuck her tongue at him.

'Not really,' but Draco's laughter interrupted her. Then they started laughing together. 'Okay, maybe a little,' she relented. 'But I wouldn't even care if I were you. He's so stunning.'

The conversation between them, easier and more natural than breathing, continued to ebb and flow across the table. Luna paid because Draco always paid for them and she actually remembered her card this time. It was with heavy stomachs and glee inside them that they finally got into an Uber to Luna's home in Camden. Draco was not sure quite how high he was on coke when he headed back home.

He did not expect Harry to be waiting at his penthouse for him, spread out on the bed as drunk as could be, otherwise he probably would not have had those last few bumps of coke. But Harry was too drunk to notice and he, much too desperate to mention a word.

They fucked for most of the night.

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