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(I GOT YOU) UNDER MY WHEELS
CHAPTER SIX
Harry sighed, flipping through the worn, yellowed pages of the book in his hand. He had been trying to read it for over an hour in an attempt to keep himself from going crazy as he waited for Draco. God, he couldn't believe Draco was really on his way there to see him. The moment Harry had seen his name flash across the screen of his phone, his heart had leapt. And it had only gotten lighter at the obvious concern in Draco's voice as he asked if Harry had been hurt. Harry hadn't thought that the news of what had happened would reach Draco so quickly, and he certainly hadn't been expecting Draco to call him immediately after finding out. But he would be lying if he said that knowing Draco worried about him didn't delight every bone in his body.
Draco was worried about him. Draco was thinking about him. Draco cared about him.
Harry wondered idly what excuse Draco had decided on to explain his absence, before wondering just how long that absence would last. If it was up to Harry, it would last at least a week, but he sure as hell wouldn't say no to it lasting much, much longer. An entire eternity longer was more than fine with Harry.
A quiet knock interrupted Harry's thoughts and he threw the book aside, leaping from his seat with an excited grin. His feet felt clumsy and slow as he crossed the room, nearly tripping in his haste. He flung himself at the door, pausing to take a deep breath and calm down a bit before he scared Draco away with his desperation.
But the moment he opened the door and saw Draco standing there with a large rucksack slung over one shoulder—which Harry could only interpret as meaning that Draco intended to stay at least a few days—a large smile spread across his face, breath catching at the sight of Draco's hair pulled back into a loose braid. He had never seen Draco's hair braided before.
"Hi," Draco breathed, slinging his rucksack an inch higher up his shoulder.
"Draco," Harry smiled, stepping aside and gesturing for the man to come in. "You're here. I can't believe you're really here." Even with Draco standing right in front of him, Harry was having trouble believing he was really standing there in Harry's house. After the way their last meeting had ended, Harry hadn't thought that Draco would ever step foot back inside his house, let alone be the one to first reach out.
But if that was how reality was unfolding, Harry was sure as hell not going to argue.
"Seek," Draco said, returning the smile before suddenly frowning. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" His eyes darted up and down Harry's body, checking for injuries, and Harry felt his smile grow even wider.
"I'm fine," he reassured, leading Draco through the arched hallway and into the sitting room. "I told you, I wasn't hurt. Wolf only got in one good hit, and that was only 'cause the stupid bastard snuck up on me. A couple paracetamols were all I needed."
"Thank god," Draco breathed. "Fen was injured rather badly, so I had no way of knowing how serious the fight was. I'm glad you're okay."
"What's wrong with him?" Harry wondered, not wanting to talk about Draco's boyfriend but wanting to try to gather as many clues as possible to figure out who he was. He hadn't really paid much attention to the injuries of the Death Eaters—other than Wolf's, of course—but he had seen a couple of them limping away or holding themselves in certain ways, and he may just be able to work out who Fen was from the description of his injuries.
"Oh, er," Draco cleared his throat, sounding reluctant to answer, "he didn't quite tell me. I think his ribs might have been a bit messed up, and his face had certainly taken a beating."
Harry turned around to hide a massive grin, unable to feel sorry for the man's pain. He shouldn't have attacked Harry's club; his injuries were his own damned fault.
"I can see you smiling," Draco snorted reproachfully, and Harry turned to face him, unable to tuck the expression away.
"Sorry?" he said playfully, knowing Draco knew he wasn't sorry at all. "Does this mean you'll finally tell me who he is?"
The amusement on Draco's face dropped. "Please, Seek," he said softly, biting his lip. "I don't want him here with us. I don't want to think about him when I'm in another man's house. Can this just be about you and me?"
Harry felt his grin soften into a tender smile. "Of course," he murmured, stepping into Draco's space. He slipped the rucksack from Draco's shoulder, tossing it onto the sofa before wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. "Of course, Draco. Just you and me. No one else."
"No one else," Draco repeated, settling his arms on Harry's chest and playing with the collar of his shirt. "Thank you. God," he exhaled, shifting closer, "I can't believe I'm really here."
"I can't believe it either," Harry admitted. "I keep wanting to pinch myself to make sure it's not just a dream."
"Hmm," Draco smiled. "Well, is there anything I can do to convince you this is real?"
Harry swallowed, feeling his throat tighten at the heated look in Draco's eyes. "I can think of a few things," he whispered. "But they might only end up convincing me even more that this is a dream."
Draco hummed, running the tip of his nose along Harry's cheek. "I suppose we won't know though until we try."
"I've thought about you so much," Harry confessed, pulling Draco closer into his body. "I've missed you so much, even though it sometimes feels as though we just barely met one another."
"I suppose we have only just barely met one another."
"Maybe," Harry agreed, praying he wouldn't scare Draco away with his forthrightness and the depth of his feelings, "but it just feels so right with us, you know?"
"I think I do," Draco breathed, responding so quietly Harry nearly missed it.
Heart pounding, Harry turned his head just enough to capture Draco's mouth in a kiss, feeling elated when Draco returned it without hesitation. Harry could practically feel the sparks crackling along every inch of where their bodies touched, and he moaned into the kiss when Draco deepened it, molding himself to Harry. He was as sweet as white wine, as fluid and pliant as warm syrup in Harry's arms, dripping heat and desire over every inch of Harry's body until he was on fire with need.
"I want you so much," he mumbled into Draco's mouth.
"I'm hardly saying no, am I?" Draco whispered, and Harry groaned, clutching Draco tightly to himself as he slid his hands beneath Draco's shirt, exploring the acres of bare skin with his eager palms. He grasped at Draco's back, his sides, running his fingers over his chest before coaxing the shirt over his head. Draco sank into the kiss with a breathy sound, and Harry couldn't believe that he had a half-naked Draco in his sitting room. He couldn't believe any of this was actually happening, and yet, Draco felt so real in his arms. So warm and so real and so deliciously half-naked.
"You too," Draco said into the kiss, tugging at Harry's shirt. "I want to see you too."
"Not gonna argue with that," Harry smiled, pulling back far enough to rip the shirt over his head and toss it carelessly behind him. Draco hummed in appreciation, running his hands over Harry's chest, and Harry's smile widened before faltering as he glanced down and caught sight of that hated silver ring on Draco's thumb.
"Take this off," Harry whispered, lifting Draco's hand and holding it between them as he tapped the ring with one finger. "Please, Draco. I can't be with you while you're wearing this. Take it off while you're here."
Draco stared at the ring for several moments, and with every passing second, Harry's insides twisted tighter and tighter, but after what felt like an eternity, Draco finally nodded and slipped the ring from his finger, stepping away to tuck it into a pocket of his rucksack.
Harry stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist once more and pulling him back against his chest. He buried his nose in Draco's hair, smelling the clean scent of the freshly-washed strands before beginning to trail kisses down Draco's throat, all the way to his shoulder. He bit down playfully, soothing the area with open-mouthed kisses.
"It's not even real that you're this bloody gorgeous," he murmured, running his hands over every centimeter of Draco's torso as he continued to spread kisses along his neck.
"What does that even mean?" Draco said with a smile, arching against him when Harry's fingers brushed across his lower stomach.
"It means that it's not realistic for someone to be so beautiful," Harry explained, moving Draco's braid over his shoulder so Harry could kiss the nape of his neck.
"Flatterer," Draco panted, breaths growing heavy as Harry slipped his hands into the waistband of Draco's joggers.
"Flattery or honesty," Harry grinned, "take your pick."
"Seek," Draco moaned, stretching up on his toes as Harry rubbed his hipbones, inching closer and closer to the front of Draco's pants.
"My room's right down the hall," Harry told him, tracing the tips of his fingers across the hard muscles of Draco's abdomen.
"What are we waiting for?"
The answer made Harry smile, and he spun Draco around to face him, seizing his mouth in a fierce kiss before pulling back and leading Draco down the short hallway that ended with his bedroom. The moment Draco had said he would head over, Harry had tidied the room and changed the sheets, desperate to see Draco lying naked and panting in his bed. The small bedside lamp was already on, offering a cozy muted glow to their surroundings.
"Your bedroom is so nice," Draco said softly, glancing around. His eyes lingered on the bookshelf in the corner, and Harry wondered if he was scanning the titles for anything familiar.
"Is it?" Harry followed Draco's gaze around the room. He supposed the room was clean and neat, but it wasn't anything special. There was a large, framed poster of an expensive motorcycle that Sirius had hung up years ago, along with a few framed posters of various bands. The walls were the same warm honey color as the rest of the house, which always made the place feel homely and snug, the walls appearing frozen in an eternal sunset. The carpet beneath their feet was the color of melted caramel, which Harry had always liked paired with the color of the walls. Sirius had chosen the colors years ago, and Harry would never even dream of changing any of it.
Draco nodded, turning back to him with a shy expression. "I like it. It's comfortable. The room I live in now…" he gave a short, hollow laugh. "God, it's nothing like this. The walls are this cold, grey color, like cement, and the floor is filthy. But your house is so warm. It—it matches you, in an odd way. Unexpectedly inviting." His cheeks flushed bright pink with the last admission, and he dropped his gaze to the ground, biting his lip as though longing to swallow back all the words he had just spouted.
"I'm glad you like it," Harry said with a smile, using one crooked finger to tilt Draco's chin up to meet his gaze.
Draco returned the smile with a shy one of his own. "Did you tidy up just for me?"
"Of course," Harry chuckled. "I want to impress you, Draco, and I really doubt you'd be impressed by piles of dirty pants lying about."
Draco's smile widened as he hummed, shifting closer into Harry's touch. "I don't think I've ever met a more thoughtful man than you, you know. So far, I've been impressed no matter what you do, Seek, you don't even need to try."
The words made Harry frown, feeling sad that something as simple as tidying up could be seen as a thoughtful gesture. Christ, what sort of man was Draco's boyfriend? Whatever type of man he was, Harry vowed to be the exact opposite, to be so caring and charming that Draco would never even consider going back to the wanker. He would keep Draco there with him for as long as Draco was willing to stay.
Draco lifted his hands to Harry's bare chest, ducking his head low enough to press several warm kisses along the skin beneath Harry's collarbones. His nose trailed patterns over the skin as he continued spreading kisses, and Harry inhaled sharply in surprise when Draco's fingers tickled lightly across his ribs.
The gasp made Draco stop and he raised his head, eyes shining mischievously. "Was that a ticklish spot?" he asked, a playful tilt to his smile.
Harry tried to put a stern expression on despite the reluctant grin attempting to break through. "No. Of course not."
Draco's smile widened. "Right, of course not. You're far too much of a big, bad biker to ever be ticklish, aren't you?"
"Exactly," Harry nodded. "Far too big and far too bad. And I have the bruises on my knuckles to prove it."
"Exactly," Draco chuckled, stepping closer. "So, if I were to do this…" he trailed his fingertips along Harry's sides, and Harry automatically squirmed, biting his lip to keep silent, "then that wouldn't have any effect on you, right?"
"Right," Harry nodded again, practically chewing his lip to keep the laughter in. He hadn't been expecting Draco to have a playful side. "I can't be cracked, Draco, I'm a rock. Absolute stone-faced."
The comment made Draco snigger as he slid his hands back up to Harry's shoulders. "Of course you are. The rock that could not be cracked. That's you, Seek."
"Yes, it is," Harry agreed, breathing easier now that Draco's hands were elsewhere and the danger was past.
A sudden yelp split the air, and it took Harry a moment to realize it had come from him, and that Draco's hands were now back where they had been earlier, tickling a sensitive path along his ribs. He laughed again, squirming free and nearly tripping onto the mattress when he backed up into the bed.
"Draco," he said sternly, knowing his cheeks were red and his lips were twitching. "We already decided I'm a rock, and rocks are not ticklish!"
Draco laughed, and the sound made Harry's heart melt just a bit. Laughter from Draco had been such a rare sound before, but he seemed so much more at ease now than he had ever been in Harry's presence. Harry was certain that he had laughed more in the short amount of time he had been in that house than Harry had ever heard from the man. He hoped that meant that Draco was finally relaxing around him.
"What if I like my men ticklish?" Draco said, a teasing edge to his words that Harry couldn't help but be captivated by. He certainly didn't mind being teased by Draco.
The grin Harry had been trying to hide finally broke through and split his face. "Too bad. You shouldn't have chosen such a rock then."
Draco laughed quietly, pressing a warm kiss to Harry's mouth, and Harry did not hesitate to sweep him up in his arms. He executed a neat spin followed by a step forward that ended with Draco lying flat on the bed, smiling up at Harry.
"Did I tell you yet how comfortable your bed is?" he asked coyly, tracing squiggly shapes across Harry's pecs.
Harry shook his head. "Did I tell you yet how good you look in my bed?"
"Looks like I'm exactly where we both want me to be then."
"Yes, you are," Harry murmured, settling himself over Draco before kissing him deeply. God, he hoped Draco stayed in his bed for the rest of forever. There seemed to be more layers to Draco than Harry could ever feasibly unpeel in his lifetime, but god, he wanted to try. He wanted Draco to stay right there in Harry's bed, with Harry, until Harry understood everything there was to know about the man. Until there were no walls or sadness or secrets left between them.
"I want you to touch me, Seek," Draco whispered, cheeks flushed pink.
The words made Harry's brain short-circuit and all he could do was nod. He seized Draco's lips in a kiss, still nodding as he shifted his weight higher, resting enough of it on his knees to be able to reach between them and undo the fastenings to Draco's trousers. Two palms spread over Harry's back, sliding across his skin, and the touch made him shiver.
Draco pulled back, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes, strands of silver hair falling into his face. "I hadn't seen this tattoo before."
"Tattoo…" Harry repeated, mind blank for several moments before remembering the large tattoo covering the upper half of his back. It was a grouping of black and white storm clouds, dark and thunderous and flashing with lightning. Harry had gotten it done the week after Sirius died. A crescent moon could be seen peeking above the inked tempest, nearly lost behind tumultuous clouds and streaks of angry, forked lightning.
"Can I see it?" Draco asked, fingers tracing lightly over Harry's shoulders, and Harry didn't hesitate to sit up and present his back to the blond, wondering if Draco found tattoos attractive.
"It's beautiful," he said in a hushed voice, trailing his fingers along the ink. "What does it mean? Why storm clouds and lightning bolts?"
Harry cleared his throat, unsure if he wanted to discuss such a heavy thing during what had started out as a moment of passion, but Draco had asked, and so Harry would answer.
"I used to be afraid of thunderstorms," he confessed. "As a child. I already told you about my aunt and uncle and how they hated me. There was a cupboard under the stairs they would keep me in, and being locked in there during a thunderstorm, in the pitch black, was always the worst. Hearing the thunder and feeling the whole house shake around me and seeing lightning flash under the gap of the door…it always frightened me." Draco sucked in a sharp breath, fingers pausing in his exploration of the tattoo before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to Harry's back. Harry cleared his throat again and continued speaking, "I even have a lightning-shaped scar here," he turned his head to face Draco, sweeping the black fringe from his forehead to present the pale jagged scar forever sliced across his flesh and hidden beneath unruly hair, "so I always thought it was a bit ironic that I was afraid of lightning and thunder."
"Is that why you got it tattooed?" Draco wondered, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead before wrapping his arms tightly around Harry and molding himself to Harry's back.
"No," Harry said quietly. "Sirius died during a thunderstorm. And he told me years ago that my parents had been killed during one as well. And after he died, I sort of felt like my own personal storm cloud, you know? At that point, it felt a bit like a storm was always hanging over me, controlling my life. I think I thought that if I, I dunno, embraced the storm or whatever it would be like handing me back a bit of that control." Harry wasn't really sure how to explain the reasons behind his tattoo. All he knew was that he had decided if his life was destined to be one long storm, he refused to be afraid of it any longer.
"I think it's beautiful," Draco repeated. One hand traced the storm clouds on Harry's back while Draco's other hand trailed over the large club tattoo taking up Harry's entire right bicep depicting the Hallows' name and logo.
"What about you?" Harry asked softly, turning his head to look at Draco over his shoulder. "Any tattoos anywhere?"
Draco smiled, suddenly looking embarrassed. "Erm, just one. But you have to promise not to laugh."
One corner of Harry's mouth pulled up in a grin. "Cross my heart."
"All right," Draco sighed, unpeeling himself from Harry's back and climbing from the bed before turning around to face the opposite wall. His trousers were already unfastened so it was a simple thing for Draco to push them down, allowing them to fall to his ankles. Taking a deep breath, Draco pushed down the tight grey underwear he was still wearing and stepped from the tangle of fabric piled around his feet until all Harry could see was endless acres of porcelain skin, and he felt his breath catch at the sight.
With a quiet inhalation, Draco turned around to face Harry, and Harry's eyes automatically snapped onto the large tattoo on Draco's thigh, extending across his hip and wrapping around the edge of one round buttock.
"It's a dragon," Harry said in surprise, staring at the tattoo. It was a black dragon with emerald wings and haunting, silver eyes, growling at him from Draco's thigh. Smoke and red flame curled free from its mouth, long teeth as sharp as razors bared in a vicious snarl. The details were amazing, and Harry couldn't help but lean closer, tracing it with his fingertips. It was stunning. "This is gorgeous," Harry breathed, noticing Draco's cock twitch from only centimeters away, and Harry wasn't sure if that was due to the touch, the compliment, or the proximity of his warm breath.
"Thank you," Draco said shyly. "Tracey talked me into it last year. She helped me pick the concept and the design and everything."
"Tracey?" Harry asked, still studying the tattoo.
"Another property vest," Draco explained, combing the fingers of one hand through Harry's hair lightly.
"Ah," Harry said, nodding as if he now understood exactly who she was. He wondered briefly who she belonged to before forgetting the subject entirely when Draco stroked one warm hand down his spine. Harry grabbed his hips and pulled him closer, pressing several kisses across the wings of the dragon before tracing his nose along the smooth skin beneath Draco's belly button.
Draco gasped, one hand flying to Harry's hair to tighten in the strands, and Harry grinned as he breathed teasingly over the head of Draco's cock, pressing several light kisses to it.
"Seek," Draco whined, tugging at his hair, and Harry's grin widened.
Without another word, Harry grasped Draco's hips tighter before spinning him around and throwing him to the bed. He clambered between his legs, pushing his thighs apart to make more room. Draco's eyes were wide with surprise but a soft smile curved his lips, and Harry couldn't resist reaching out to trace their shape with one finger.
"I'm going to suck you off now," he murmured in a low voice, locking his gaze with Draco's, the man's eyes shining silver like the moonlight pouring in through the gaps in Harry's curtains, pooling across the dark floor like glimmering splashes of argent wine.
"Yes," Draco whispered, sounding awestruck. "Yes, Seek, please."
Still smiling, Harry leaned forward to kiss Draco, sinking into it for several glorious moments before beginning to trail a blazing path of kisses down Draco's throat and chest, covering his stomach and following one sharp hipbone. He spent several minutes kissing the dragon tattoo, following the twisting lines with his tongue, until Draco was a panting, squirming mess beneath him.
"Seek," he gasped, body writhing so beautifully it took Harry's breath away.
"Draco," he murmured, deciding the teasing and foreplay had gone on long enough.
One last kiss was pressed to the dragon's silver eyes before Harry grasped Draco's cock in one firm hand, holding it steady before opening his mouth and sinking onto the stiff shaft. The second he lowered his head and sucked, Draco's back arched dramatically as his knees bent. One foot lifted, settling on Harry's shoulder, and Harry lowered his head even farther, taking in more of Draco's warm prick and reveling in the moan Draco made in response.
"Seek," Draco uttered, the word heated and broken, and Harry doubled his efforts, determined to make Draco see stars. He pulled back slowly, sucking hard, dragging his tongue over every inch of the shaft like an ice lolly. He held the base in one hand as he licked over the head, wanking him slowly as he sucked on the very tip.
"Seek," Draco moaned, gasping in the very next second when Harry sucked in his entire length, moving his hand to Draco's hips so he could take the whole prick into his throat. He swallowed and hummed, bobbing his head several times before pulling back, dragging his mouth along the length so slowly it barely felt as though he were moving at all.
Draco clenched the bedsheets in both hands, twisting the fabric tightly as he squirmed and shook, limbs trembling so deliciously it made Harry feel light-headed. He wasn't sure if he had ever come untouched just from sucking another bloke off before, but he felt as though it was a very real possibility at that moment.
"O-oh my god," Draco groaned, legs twitching on either side of Harry's head. He could feel Draco's toes curling against his back, both legs now slung over Harry's shoulders. "Jesus Christ, Seek!"
Harry continued the slow, languid pace, hoping from Draco's reactions that the man had never had his cock sucked more thoroughly in his life. He pulled back to the tip, tonguing the slit and breathing hotly over the head until Draco was nearly weeping from pleasure. Draco gasped and groaned and shook, unable to keep still.
"Don't stop," Draco pleaded, thrashing as Harry swallowed around him. "Oh god, Seek, please don't stop! Oh, fuck!"
Smirking to himself, Harry pulled back to the tip once more, licking over the head lightly before swallowing the entire length and hollowing his cheeks, and at that, Draco came with a single sharp cry, his limbs tensing as his back arched. Harry swallowed the warm liquid, sucking lightly at Draco's softening prick before allowing it to slip from his mouth.
"Fuck," Draco whispered, and Harry smiled up at him from between the man's trembling thighs, trailing soft kisses up his stomach and chest before flopping onto the mattress next to him. Draco's chest was heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath. "Holy shit, Seek, I've never—I-I—"
"Speechless, are we?" Harry teased, insides feeling like melted butter from the praise. Pleasing Draco made him feel as warm as sinking into a hot bath in the dead of winter. He would do that to Draco whenever the man wanted if it would keep him there with Harry.
"Give me just a second," Draco panted, "and I'll return the favor."
Harry bit his lip, curling up on his side and tracing patterns over Draco's chest. "I, er, was actually hoping for something else…"
Draco turned to him in surprise before a smile spread across his face. "Oh, something else?" he said in a low voice, lifting Harry's hand to his lips to press gentle kisses over the fingers. "Whatever else could you be after, Seek?"
Harry grinned, leaning forward enough to steal a kiss from Draco's smirking mouth. "Like you don't already know exactly what I'm after."
Draco stole a kiss of his own, and Harry inhaled sharply at the feel of one of Draco's hands closing around his aching dick. Oh god, he needed to be inside Draco.
"Yes, Seek," he murmured between kisses, "take what you like. I'm yours, at least for the time. For as long as we have together."
The thought of their time having a limit on it made Harry frown, but he chose to ignore it for the moment. Draco was planning to stay there for at least a couple of days, so Harry would have plenty of time to convince him to extend his stay more permanently. Harry wanted Draco to be his forever, not just for a day or two.
Rolling away, Harry climbed from the bed and cracked his spine before bending enough to rummage through his nightstand. After what felt like years, but Harry knew was only seconds, he emerged with a half-empty bottle of lube, tossing it onto the bed beside Draco and smirking before jumping back on top of the blond. He stared down at the man trapped beneath him, grinning toothily like a wolf who had finally caught up with its prey.
Leaning down, he kissed Draco's jaw before murmuring into his ear, "I'm going to finger you until you're hard again."
A breathless sigh escaped Draco at the words as he shifted beneath Harry, spreading his thighs wider apart. The action made Harry's blood pump faster and he was unable to resist kissing Draco as he fumbled blindly around for the lube, finally feeling the hard plastic of the bottle bump up against his thumb.
He snatched it up and popped the cap open, pulling back from Draco's warm kisses so he could drizzle a good amount of the clear liquid over the fingers of his right hand. He leaned down to press his lips to Draco's chest, nibbling across the smooth skin as he began to rub his slick fingers over Draco's opening, ignoring the ache in his stiff dick as he took his time easing the fingers one by one into Draco's tight body, twisting and exploring slowly as he licked the very tip of Draco's cock, teasing the man's prostate until he was whimpering, his cock stiff between Harry's lips.
Finally, Harry removed his fingers, rising from the bed to snatch up a condom from his nightstand, but Draco stopped him before he could climb back on top of the blond. He took the condom from Harry's hands and pressed a single kiss to Harry's shaft before tearing the plastic open and swiftly rolling the condom on Harry. He smiled as he settled back on the mattress, lying on his back and staring up at Harry with eyes that glittered in the dim lighting.
Unable to wait even a second longer to finally be inside Draco, Harry clambered on the bed after him, climbing over his body and hitching one leg over his shoulder. Harry planted one hand on the bed near Draco's head as Draco pulled him down into a kiss, his other hand guiding his cock into Draco's loosened body, and the moment Harry slipped inside its snug warmth, his heart rate tripled and he swore he saw fireworks burst behind his closed eyelids.
Oh god. Draco felt amazing.
Taking a deep breath, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's back, holding him tightly to his chest, before beginning to rock his hips, forcing himself to keep to a slow pace. Now that he finally had Draco in his bed, so pliant and willing, Harry was going to take his time and savor every single second, no interruptions allowed. Harry's phone was off, the silver ring was no longer on Draco's thumb, and Harry was determined to draw this moment out into eternity.
Draco moaned into the kiss, shifting his leg higher on Harry's shoulder and wrapping the other leg tightly around Harry's waist, clinging to him as though desperate to force as much of Harry as possible into his body. Harry could feel his muscles straining as he pumped in and out of Draco, his body still sore from the earlier sparring with Remus and the fight that had happened immediately after.
With a grunt, he lowered Draco's leg from his shoulder and grasped the other man tightly before rolling them over, raking his gaze over the sight of a flushed Draco looming over him. Draco bit his lip as he settled into a comfortable position, squeezing Harry's biceps as he began to roll his hips down into him. Harry clutched at his thighs, tracing the dragon tattoo with one hand before placing his hands on Draco's waist and helping him lift up and drop, the man rolling his body in sensuous waves that had Harry bucking up into him and groaning.
"Draco," he panted, feet planted firmly on the mattress to better help him push up into Draco's body.
"Seek," Draco whispered, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, and the sight of Draco sitting atop him, writhing and riding him desperately, pushed Harry over the edge and he came with a deep liquid sound spilling from his throat as he buried himself in Draco's body.
What felt like years later, his muscles finally unlocked enough for him to flop back to the mattress, breathing heavily. But Draco was still hard, and Harry wanted—no, needed—the man to come again.
Ignoring his complaining muscles, Harry rolled them back over, until Draco was once more staring up at him. He paused just long enough to rip the condom off himself and chuck it into the nearby wastebasket before scooting lower and dropping to his stomach. The next second, Draco's cock was back in his mouth and two of Harry's fingers were back inside Draco's body, prodding around until Harry found the spot he was searching for.
It was over in less than a minute. A low, drawn-out whimper was heard as Draco's body tensed, relaxing in the next second as Harry pulled back, moving up to curl himself around Draco. Their hearts seemed to race as one, the wild pulses gradually slowing before finally evening out.
"Wow," Harry whispered, tugging the blanket bunched at their feet back up around the two of them.
"Too fucking right 'wow,'" Draco chuckled weakly, turning his head to look at Harry over his shoulder. "I honestly think you may have just ruined me for any other man in the span of a single night."
The words made Harry's chest glow warmly and he tightened his hold on Draco, knowing he could never be close enough to the man who held Harry's heart so effortlessly in the palm of his hand. "Good," he said simply. He hoped the night had been enough to convince Draco to never leave, but even if Draco did end up leaving and breaking Harry's heart in the process, he hoped that night was at least enough to ensure that Draco never, ever forgot him. "I'm glad you called."
"I'm glad I called too," Draco agreed sleepily, and Harry twisted around far enough to turn the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into moonlit darkness. "I'm glad I'm here, Seek."
"Me too, Draco," Harry whispered back, pressing a kiss to Draco's shoulder and wondering how he would ever be able to let him slip from his arms when the time came for Draco to leave. God, Harry didn't want him to leave.
I think I'm falling in love with him.
It was the last thought Harry had before finally surrendering to sleep.
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Everything was far too bright. That was the only thought Draco was capable of having while still struggling under the heavy quilt of sleep his body was trying to fight its way free from. Sunlight was stabbing through his eyelids, piercing straight into his brain, and Draco wanted to groan. He wasn't ready to wake up yet. He was lying in a soft bed with crisp, clean-smelling sheets, his body aching in the most delicious way. Where was he? Strong arms were wrapped loosely around him, and the touch confused him. It was so different from Fenrir's normal way of holding him while they slept, which usually tended to involve half-crushing Draco beneath him as he pinned him tightly to the bed with his muscular body.
But the muscular arms currently holding him weren't doing it as though they were trying to restrict Draco's breathing. They were holding him so comfortably, almost gently, and Draco wasn't ready to move from their warmth just yet.
A sleepy groan sounded behind him and Draco sighed, preparing to get up. He knew that if Fen was waking, it was past time to already be up since the man liked his coffee brought to him the moment he opened his eyes. When spending the night with Fenrir, Draco had learned to always wake early enough to have Fen's coffee waiting for him after the one time Fenrir had woken with a bad hangover in a foul mood and screamed at Draco for being useless and lazy before physically kicking him out of the bed to fetch Fen a coffee. Both of Draco's hips had been left with purple bruising from the encounter, one hip bruised from Fenrir's foot snapping out and kicking him off the mattress, and the other hip bruised from slamming bodily into the nearby wall from the force of the kick. When Fen had seen the bruises later that night, he hadn't said a word but had instead been extra gentle with Draco the next day.
But Draco had never forgotten.
Cracking open his eyes, Draco prepared to sit up and fetch Fenrir his usual cup of black coffee, when the arms around him tightened and pulled him closer into a warm chest.
"Hmm," a low voice said, voice thick from sleep, "g'morning, Draco."
The sound of the familiar voice made Draco's eyes widen in shock and he glanced around, noting the honey-colored walls of the room he now remembered he was in. "Seek?" he whispered, scared of speaking louder and somehow shattering the illusion he was under.
"At your service," Seek mumbled into the back of Draco's neck, and Draco smiled to himself, body automatically relaxing in relief. He was at Seek's house. He had spent the night with Seek. Seek was the one still holding him, waking up around him, and Draco almost couldn't believe it. He had really spent the night with Seek.
Still feeling somewhat cautious, just in case it really was a dream, Draco rolled over carefully, breath catching at the sight of Seek lying next to him, black hair adorably tousled. Both eyes flickered open, revealing the warm emerald gaze Draco was only now allowing himself to grow used to.
"Hi," Seek said with a soft, crooked smile.
"Hi," Draco returned, running his fingers down Seek's chest just to make sure the man was real. The smile on Seek's face widened.
"How'd you sleep last night?" he asked, reaching out to play with a lock of Draco's hair that had fallen over his shoulder.
"Better than I have in a long time," Draco replied honestly, wondering if perhaps that was a bit too honest, but the answer seemed to please Seek.
"What do you want to do today?"
The question surprised Draco. When was the last time a man had genuinely asked him for his opinion about anything, let alone about the day's plans? Draco couldn't remember.
"I don't know," he said slowly, uncertain how he should respond. What did Seek want him to say? "What would you like to do?"
"Well," Seek appeared to think it over, "first, I want to find a loo." Draco snorted and Seek grinned. "And then, I want a shower. And then, after we shower, I want to make you breakfast. After that, who knows? I'm fine with anything, really. I just want to spend time with you."
The answer—so unexpected, so surprisingly sweet, so terribly, utterly Seek—made Draco's breath catch. He had never been with a man who had ever willingly offered to make Draco breakfast before, or ever said anything as romantically simple as "I just want to spend time with you". God, the longer Draco was around Seek, the more he was forced to question and doubt all the certainties about life he had been so sure of. He was only now starting to realize that the reason he had been so accepting of Fenrir's behavior in the past was because a large part of him had simply assumed and accepted that that was the way the world simply was. But now he was starting to see that that wasn't true. Seek wasn't anything like Fenrir.
Draco couldn't wait to see how else they differed.
"A shower?" he smiled, tangling their legs together. "A shower for the both of us? At the same time?"
Seek chuckled. "Of course. Don't you know how passionate I am about water conservation?"
"Oh, right. It's the water you're passionate about, I see."
"Oh, I'm very, very passionate about water," Seek said with a laugh, rolling Draco onto his back and burying his face in Draco's neck. "I'm absolutely crazy about water, Draco, you have no idea."
"So show me," Draco taunted playfully, dragging his fingernails lightly up and down Seek's back.
Seek groaned. "God, I want to, believe me. But I really do need that loo."
Draco laughed as Seek sat up, flashing Draco a grin over his shoulder before striding across the room, offering Draco a lovely view of his naked backside. With a happy stretch, Draco snuggled into the blanket, trying to remember the last time he had smiled so much. His face already ached from the foreign feeling.
"Loo's free," Seek interrupted a moment later with a happy smile, padding back into the room.
Draco threw off the blanket and stretched once more, smirking to himself at the way Seek's gaze instantly glued to his body. Still smirking, he rose from the bed and sauntered across the room, slipping into the bathroom and sighing in relief as he emptied his bladder.
It wasn't until he was washing his hands that he glanced up into the mirror and frowned at the state of his hair. He dug through Seek's drawers until he found a comb, ripping it through the pale strands until it was back in some pretend semblance of order. He decided in the next second to give up on it completely, pulling it up into a messy bun atop his head and casting one last frown in the mirror before strolling back to Seek's room. The man was sitting on the bed, staring out the window with a happy expression lighting up his face, and Draco couldn't help but smile at the sight. Was Seek really so happy just because of Draco? Just because he was spending time with Draco? Draco didn't know what he had done to ever capture the attention of a man like Seek, but he hoped whatever it was lasted forever.
"So," Seek said, turning to him with the same smile Draco could feel on his own face, "shower first or breakfast?"
"Shower," Draco decided, insides trembling at the way Seek looked him up and down as he rose to his feet. He crossed the room with measured, leisurely steps, sliding his arms around Draco's waist and pulling him into a hug.
"You're ridiculously affectionate, aren't you?" Draco said in a tone so adoring he almost didn't even recognize it as his own. Seek reminded him a bit of a Labrador puppy, always eager to cuddle and show affection. Draco had never had anybody that he had ever felt able to shower with affection but, despite being a dangerous biker who was no stranger to violence, Seek seemed to lick up the affection like wine, and Draco wanted to give him as much as he could drink.
"Does that bother you?" Seek wondered, pulling back to eye Draco.
"No," Draco smiled. "Of course not. It's a welcome change, to be honest. I'm not used to anyone so openly showcasing affection for me." The moment he said it, he wondered if such a statement would come off as needy or dramatic but Seek only hugged him tighter in response.
"I won't stop then," he murmured.
They stayed that way for several long, wonderful moments before Seek finally pulled back and slipped his hand into Draco's, leading them to the shower. The water was gloriously hot, washing the aches from Draco's muscles and turning him to jelly in Seek's arms. They took their time washing each other—much more thoroughly than Draco normally tended to wash when he was by himself—and by the time they stepped from the bathroom with damp hair and steaming skin, Draco was all smiles.
So far, it had been the best start to a morning he'd had in what felt like years.
He sat at the scrubbed wooden table in Seek's kitchen while the brunet made breakfast, a complicated fry-up that had Draco's mouth watering from the smell. They laughed while they ate, sipping coffee and smiling at one another over the rims of their mugs.
"So," Seek said as he cleared the dishes away, "have you decided what you want to do with the day then?"
"Oh," Draco said in surprise, taken aback that Seek really did want him to make a decision that affected the both of them. Would Draco ever stop being surprised at how different the man was from Fenrir? "Er, I dunno. What would you like to do?"
God, what was Seek doing? Draco had no idea what sorts of things the man found entertaining, why was he pressuring Draco to just pick something without knowing what the options were? Was this a test? Would Draco be punished somehow for deciding on a wrong answer?
Seek's eyebrows rose, and Draco cursed himself for displeasing the man. "I want you to pick, Draco. I want to know what sorts of things you like to do."
"Oh," Draco flushed. "Right." What sorts of things did he like to do? God, he had no idea. Maybe Seek would like to go to a movie? Or for a ride? Maybe he would like to take Draco into town or show him the clubhouse? Draco had no clue, and the sudden pressure was making his head spin.
"Draco?" a soft voice asked, and Draco glanced up into Seek's eyes, wondering why he was feeling so panicked over such a simple question. "Draco," he said again, resting one hand against Draco's nape. "Relax, babe, what's the matter? You look like you're expecting me to hit you if you don't get the answer right or something." The words were so close to the truth that Draco felt his eyes widen in response.
Seek's mouth tightened. "Is that something he does?" His voice had lowered to a dangerous timbre, the sound making Draco shiver.
"N-no," he stammered.
"Draco." Seek was practically growling now. "Is that something he does?"
"No, of course not," Draco choked out, trying to sound casual, even though his mind was whirling, racing with memories of every time Fenrir had threatened or hurt him in some way. He remembered the time several weeks ago when Fenrir had been in a foul mood, furious over something, and had shouted at Draco to fetch him a bottle of whisky, and then thrown the bottle at the blond when it hadn't been the right whisky. The bottle had smashed against the wall right next to Draco, just barely missing him but sending broken glass and amber liquid splashing across his skin. He could still feel the sharp sting from the tiny shards of glass slicing across his bare bicep, burrowing into his flesh, accompanied by the burn of the whisky searing into the cuts. Pansy had been the one to pick the glass from his arm using a pair of tweezers and a sewing needle. Fenrir had not said a word about it but had apologized in his own way by buying Draco an expensive bottle of wine they had shared together that night at Fen's house. Draco had been too scared not to drink it.
He was brought back into the moment by a gentle squeeze on his nape. "Draco," Seek whispered, sounding agonized, "what does he do to you? Why are you with him?"
"Because he wanted me," Draco said in a hollow, detached voice. "And I had nowhere else to go. I had no real way to say no. And he was so kind to me at first. I didn't think he would ever…I don't even know when it all changed…"
Seek rested their foreheads together, clenching his eyes shut tight. "Don't go back, Draco. You don't have to go back! Just stay here. I can't stand the thought of you going back to that place!"
"I have to," Draco said in a pained voice, not wanting to fight with Seek about such a thing. "I have to, Seek."
"No, you don't!"
"It's my home," Draco swallowed, pulling away, "even if it isn't a particularly good one. They took me in when I needed help."
Seek's eyes flashed. "You owe them nothing!"
"Tracey and Pansy are there," Draco whispered. "I can't leave without so much as a single word to them." If he was being honest with himself, Draco was scared. The very idea of leaving the clubhouse for the unknown terrified Draco, no matter how much he may have longed to do such a thing. He wasn't ready yet, goddamnit! He wasn't ready to make such a difficult, life-changing decision! He needed to be sure—absolutely, one hundred percent sure before doing such a thing. He had never been a risk-taker.
And, if he was being even more honest with himself, he was terrified of Fenrir's retaliation. What if he tracked Draco down? What if he found him? What would he do to him? What would he do to Seek? Oh, god. Just the thought of Fenrir hurting Seek made Draco's stomach twist with nausea. No, Seek couldn't be hurt. Draco couldn't do anything that would lead Wolf straight to Seek's door.
Draco wasn't ready for that sort of decision—he wasn't ready for those sorts of consequences.
"Draco…"
"Please, Seek," he pleaded, folding in on himself and curling his arms around his torso. "Please. I don't want to fight with you about this. We only have so much time together, and I don't want to spend any of it angry at one another."
A deep sigh reached his ears a moment before Seek enfolded him in a warm hug, and Draco didn't hesitate to melt into the embrace.
"You're right," Seek said in a low voice, stroking his hands across Draco's back in soothing up-and-down motions. "I'm sorry."
Draco wasn't sure what to say to the unexpected apology. He didn't know whether to offer his own apology for being so weak and pathetic or if it would be better for him to remain silent for the rest of eternity. He just wanted to stop thinking—he just wanted things to be simple. He wanted the world to stop hurting, even if only for a short amount of time.
He would take as much time as he could get.
"It's just us," Draco whispered, clutching at Seek's shirt with both hands. "Just us. For the time I'm here, the time we have together, it's just us and no one else."
"Okay," Seek whispered back, kissing Draco's hair. "Okay, Draco. Just you and me."
"Thank you," Draco sighed, leaning into him.
Even if every second ticking by pushed them closer to their inevitable separation, Draco would try his hardest to enjoy every scrap of time allotted them. He would smile and laugh and enjoy Seek's company; he would soak up as much happiness as he could while he was there and hope it was enough to keep him warm when he left.
TBC