A/N: Hey all, veeeery explicit sexual content in this one. Please only proceed if you are an adult. Thanks for reading! :)
September, 1998
Harry didn't ask questions when Draco grabbed his arm and led him towards the back of the club, bounding up the spiral staircase leading to the loft area two steps at a time. Draco was almost sure he had seen an emergency exit when they were here earlier.
His heart was racing in his chest. The look of mild interest on Bennett's face when he had seen them was still burned in the back of his mind. Had he been able to recognize them from so far away? Was he following them right now? Draco didn't have time to stop and think about the possibility of them being pursued; he only wanted to get the hell out of here as soon as possible.
They hastened past the couples who they had seen up on the balcony only a half hour earlier, Draco checking every couple moments to make sure that Harry was right behind him. Thankfully Harry had trusted Draco enough to take his word for the fact that they needed to leave, and had followed without another word of explanation. Draco pushed open the heavy metal door with the illuminated "Exit" sign, and they were out in the London streets once more.
"Let's go this way," Harry said, motioning towards a street to their right that was less lit by street lamps. "It's not as direct, but there will be less people we'll have to pass."
"Alright," Draco nodded, breathing heavily as they continued to run down the street. Harry seemed to understand that they needed to put a safe distance between themselves and the club, and did not object to the pace that Draco set.
The cool, night air whipped at their faces and clawed into their lungs as they sprinted, passing cars and muggles walking on the streets, neither of which seemed to pay them any notice. Draco's chest felt like it was on fire but he continued to run, his legs propelling his body forward with each heartbeat, as though running away would make the problems of his past disappear entirely.
It wasn't until they were probably a mile away from the club, closing in on the large expanse of grass that was Regent's Park that they finally came to a stop, both of their chests rising and falling rapidly with each intake of breath.
"Fuck," Harry exhaled, laughing and resting his hands over his head. "I haven't ran that fast in months."
"I can't remember ever running that fast," Draco said honestly, returning Harry's smile. It felt silly, really, both of them going from being absolutely knackered at the club to sprinting halfway across the city. He definitely didn't know he had that kind of speed in him.
The park was empty, save for a couple of rabbits that scattered as they approached, but the two stayed off the main, paved trail as they made their way through the manicured lawn. Harry's house must not be too far from here, if Draco's limited geography of the city was anything to go off of.
"So are you going to tell me what the hell happened back there?" Harry asked pointedly, his breath already slowing back to its normal rhythm. His auror training had clearly prepared him for that unexpected bout of exercise.
"Yeah," Draco nodded. He was still feeling the heightened buzz from all the alcohol they had consumed at the bar. That and heartburn, that was. "Yeah, I'll tell you."
"Who is he?" Harry asked, clearly referring to the man that they had both seen before Draco had asked that they leave. "Do we need to leave London?"
"No, I don't think we do." Draco took a deep breath, his heart rate finally returning back to normal. He hadn't talked to anyone about Bennett before, and he wasn't quite sure he knew where to start.
"His name is Mitchell Bennett," Draco said, speaking slowly. "I was seeing him when that article came out this summer in Witch Weekly, and I was worried that... He would be the first person Delev's men will go after when they can't find me."
He couldn't quite see Harry in the sparse lamplight, but he wanted to continue before he lost the nerve.
"If they tortured him," Draco continued, "And he saw us together, they might come after you next."
"You think he would tell them?" Harry asked. He didn't sound concerned, but Draco wasn't quite sure what to make of that without seeing his face.
"I honestly don't know," Draco responded. "Things between us definitely didn't end well, but I don't know whether or not to peg him as the vindictive type."
They walked in silence for a couple of moments, their feet padding through the leaves that had freshly fallen upon the grass.
"If you don't mind my asking," Harry said finally, as Draco had known he would, "What happened? How did the two of you even meet?"
It was a memory that Draco would not soon forget, however much had taken place since that year. It seemed like a different lifetime, before Voldemort had gained much of his power, before he was forcing Draco to torture prisoners in his own living room. It was before the war, before Draco had lost his parents, his home, and everything he had once loved.
"When my father went to Azkaban, after our fifth year, after the Dark Lord gave me his… Task," Draco started, knowing that they both understood what he was talking about, "My mother and I rented a flat above Diagon Alley for the summer, so I could learn everything I could about… how to do it."
"How to kill Dumbledore," Harry stated plainly, as though neither of them knew what Draco was talking about. Draco ignored him and continued.
"Instead of working on the task like I should have been doing all summer, I was using the library at the Law Institute to study healing. I was there nearly every day with my books spread out all over the reference section, and one day he was there before I was, reading over all of my notes and looking through my journals. He's a lawyer, but he's a doctorate professor there too. He had a case he was working on that involved the invention of healing spells, which is something I'd been researching on my own nearly all summer.
'Anyways, he saw all of my work and he offered me a job, and a desk and access to his own library, which had five times the amount of medical textbooks that were on the shelves downstairs. I don't know if you knew this, but the institute used to be the headquarters for the International Magical Medical Practice, which also doubled as the infirmary that's now located at St. Mungo's before the whole practice moved to America. His office used to be the Dean's, so his entire personal collection stayed with the building."
"You're losing me, Malfoy," Harry said, but Draco could tell by his voice that he was smiling.
"Sorry," he said involuntarily, but Harry didn't seem to mind Draco's excitement about the medical texts.
"So… He hired you, even though you were just 16 and didn't have any background in law?"
"Well...I told him I was 18. We treated it like an internship, since I helped him with his cases."
"And that's all there was to it?"
"Not… exactly." Draco could feel his face turning red, and was grateful for the cover of darkness as the two of them walked through the park. "He and I started a… sexual relationship not long after that. I think that might have been the reason he approached me in the first place, but that continued, off and on that is, for about two years."
"Two years?" Harry repeated, sounding incredulous. "So during 6th year, during the war, all of that? How old was he?"
"He was 26," Draco said, his voice a little quieter than it had been before. He had borne some of the responsibility for their relationship when it had first started, but he had really only lied about his age so he could have a desk in the library to come to every day that was away from the prying eyes of his constantly fussing mother, who would barrate him with questions about his task every time he set foot through the door each evening. The institute had become his safe place during that summer, and he was willing to overlook the fact that he might have been taken advantage of because of all the good that came out of his learning experiences there. He thought he had loved Bennett at the time, which was the craziest part as he looked back on all of this. He was a 16-year-old child. He didn't know the first thing about love, or about loss. He wouldn't learn of those things until this year, when everything he had known had been taken from him and he could no longer be reminded of the time in his life that Bennett represented.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, his voice also low. "He seemed charismatic enough when I met him last time at the bar- I had no idea."
"How did you meet him?" Draco asked. "Did you just run into each other while you were there?"
"Sort of, I guess. I went there at the beginning of the summer," Harry said. "After you had come by my place, when I was mostly just trying to figure out whether or not I fancied blokes. My godfather used to go there all the time, he had written some letters about it."
Draco nodded, somehow not too surprised to hear that Sirius had also been a patron of this establishment. He had always been one for bucking conventionality, and it wasn't too shocking to hear that this also applied to his sexual preferences.
"He just introduced himself at the bar and bought me a drink," Harry continued. "I didn't think anything of it, except that maybe he was hitting on me, but now I'm not so sure."
"Do you remember what you talked about?" Draco asked, mostly out of his own curiosity.
"Being gay," Harry responded with a laugh. "Well, I told him I was bisexual. He asked if I had a boyfriend."
"Fuck," Draco exclaimed, remembering something and lifting his eyes up to look at the clouded skies overhead.
"That morning back in June, you left a mark on my neck when we were… you know. I went straight to the hospital after that to visit my mother and he was there, and he saw it and pieced together that I was with you."
"Do you think he was asking because -"
"Yeah. He probably assumed we were together. And then after tonight, if he really did see us, there's no way he wouldn't tell Delev's men if they came round."
"We don't know that for certain."
"Yeah, but… Fuck."
They were at the summit of one of the small, rolling hills of the park, and Draco wasn't sure if it was out of exhaustion, intoxication or both, but he flopped down dramatically upon the freshly fallen, late summer leaves, looking up at the night sky through the gaps in the trees. Harry joined him on the ground, scooting close so that their shoulders were pressed together.
They laid there for a moment, breathing gently as the wind rippled through the trees. The chill air was forming goosebumps upon the exposed skin at Draco's neck.
"Did I really leave a mark on you back in June?" Harry asked playfully.
"Yeah, you did."
"I don't remember doing anything of the sort."
"Bullshit, Potter, you just wanted to prove you kissed me!" Draco propped himself on his elbow so he could see Harry's silhouette in the darkness. He could tell Harry was smiling even without seeing his face.
"Well I think there's only one way we can fix that," Harry said, his fingers brushing against Draco's on the ground beside him.
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"You'll have to leave a giant, very visible, very obvious hickey on my neck. Just to make it even."
"Are you actually 14 years old, Potter?" Draco scoffed, interlocking Harry's fingers with his own.
Harry's face was only inches away from Draco's. He was still for a moment, and then Draco could see his eyes flick up to Draco's own through the dim light of the distant lamps.
"Kiss me," Harry said in a softer voice.
Draco rolled on top of Harry so that he was hovering over his body, his arms pinning Harry's body to the ground on either side.
It was probably the fourth or fifth time that he had pressed his lips into Harry's that day, but it felt just like it had back in June; the new, exciting and dazzling feeling of Harry Potter's mouth on his own would probably never become any less thrilling for him, no matter how long this lasted.
He sunk his body into Harry's, interlacing both of their hands and bringing Harry's above his head, taking in his delicious scent with each breath. It was as though he were taking a snapshot every single time he touched Harry's body so he could remember what it would be like later, as though it was surely not something he would be lucky enough to revisit. He didn't know why he felt this way, like every second they had together was a sacred memory, but figured it probably had something to do with the amount of time he had spent pining over Harry, and Draco being unable to believe that this was actually still happening to him. If he wasn't careful, he might accidently let that slip out between the wet kisses he pressed into Harry's lips.
"God, you feel good," Harry whispered, squeezing Draco's hands and grinding his hips against Draco's own. Draco hadn't noticed he had a full-on erection until this moment; he had been too wrapped up in kissing Harry's mouth for it to register. He barely stifled an involuntary groan at the feel of Harry's own tight jeans against his.
"You're going to fucking kill me, Potter," he whispered back, releasing Harry's hands so that he could trail his own down Harry's body, feeling every divet, every muscle on his chest. He kissed Harry's open mouth again, but this time nearly jumped out of his skin as the two heard a loud, cracking noise overhead.
"Oh god, no," Harry pleaded with the skies, but Draco had already felt the first raindrop land on the back of his neck.
The rain had given them little warning, and soon began to fall with a startling velocity, as though it had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to soak them through to the bone. They scrambled back to their feet, Draco realizing as he stood up that he was still too drunk to apparate anywhere, and assuming the same must be true for Harry.
"How far back to your place?" he asked above the noise of the torrential downfall cascading around them.
"About a mile," Harry said, pointing in the direction they would need to head. "Fuck you, London!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Draco couldn't help but laugh, Harry looked just like an adorable puppy with his sopping wet hair and his glasses which had been rendered utterly useless. He took them off and placed them in his jacket pocket.
"I'll race you there," Draco grinned, hoping for the best - if they got there fast, they could pick up right where they had just left off.
"You're on, Malfoy."
…
It took them only about 7 minutes of sprinting through the rainy, cobbled streets of London to get back to Harry's front door. They stumbled inside with a fit of laughter, their clothes leaving puddles and streams of water all over the floor, and as soon as Harry had closed the door Draco immediately pushed him up against it, bringing his wet mouth back to meet Harry's. He could feel the drops of water from Harry's long, messy hair leaking down onto his own face. He relished in the thrill that he was so much a part of Harry in this moment that the rainwater that had drenched him on the way here was finding its way to Draco's own skin.
"I can dry us off," Harry offered, breaking from the kiss just long enough for Draco to see the pupils of his eyes almost fully dilated.
"Don't," Draco said, lowering Harry's outstretched wand. "It's better like this." He wanted to say it wouldn't matter either way, because he planned on having their wet clothes in a pile in the corner as soon as possible, but figured he would just let that happen organically.
"Come back here," Harry said, the flush in his cheeks matching his raw, pink lips.
Harry's hands were on either side of Draco's jaw, their bodies now pressed against the faded wallpaper in the entryway. Harry kissed him again deeply, his fingers pulling at Draco's wet hair and then coaxing the buttons off the black collared shirt Draco wore as he shrugged out of his own jacket. Draco moved his own fingers to unfasten Harry's belt, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor beside them. There was an aching in his belly that was rising with each passing moment, and he knew he wouldn't be anywhere near satisfied until they were both as close to each other as possible.
He pulled Harry's T-shirt off and took a moment to marvel at the beautiful, chiseled body he had uncovered. He thought back to the first time he had come to this house at the beginning of the summer, how he had nearly lost his mind from arousal the second Harry had opened the door half naked with his slightly hardened nipples. Draco would be lying if he didn't admit that Harry's omission of a shirt had disoriented him thoroughly for the rest of that visit. He bent down to pay homage to that beautiful chest now, pressing greedy, wet kisses into Harry's already damp skin.
His own shirt was off before he knew it, and this time Harry paid no attention to any of the marks on his chest or wrists. Harry was slipping out of his jeans and pushing Draco towards the study with each kiss, and Draco unfastened his own pants before Harry backed him into another wall.
"Careful there, Potter," He said, a smirk on his lips. Harry was now running his strong hands all the way down Draco's body, his fingers sliding the pants down and slipping underneath them.
"Oh," Draco breathed, a bit surprised at Harry's eagerness. He was rock hard for Harry, his cock almost painfully stiff against the warm fingers that were beginning to caress it.
"You like that?" Harry mumbled, his messy hair still leaving drops of water upon Draco's skin.
"Y-Yes," Draco could barely spit out, the pressure in his balls almost unbearable. "Fuck, Harry."
"God, I love it when you say my name," Harry grinned, trailing his tongue down Draco's chest and sinking to his knees.
Was this really fucking happening? Draco was sure he felt his heart stop for a moment when Harry slid down his boxers and took his bobbing, pink cock in his hand.
"Are you s-sure?" Draco stuttered, remembering that Harry had told him he had never been with a man before. "You're not too drunk?"
Harry looked up at him with his beautiful, green eyes, and pressed Draco's cock against his lips as he responded.
"I've been wanting this for years," He said. The drops of rain were still caught in his eyelashes. Draco noticed that his tip was almost the same color as Harry's beautiful, pink lips. "Course I'm sure."
The second Harry's mouth wrapped itself around his cock, Draco was certain he'd never felt anything better in his whole life. Harry was so delectably warm and wet, the pressure of his tongue upon Draco's member was exactly right, and Draco found himself instinctively pulling at the roots of Harry's messy, black hair to bring him in closer.
It was the kind of bliss he had never known before. He had had good sex, sure, but this was close to a religious experience. Nothing he had ever done before had felt so right, so fantastically good. He let out a moan as Harry brought his mouth all the way up to Draco's hilt, as though he had done this thousands of times before. He began to bob his head back and forth in earnest, making Draco wonder if he was going to cum right there on the spot.
"Fuck, that's amazing," Draco muttered, staring down at Harry's beautiful, freckled face, which was nestled right up against the blonde curls at the base of his cock. Harry brought his watery eyes up to Draco's. He was so good, so eager to please, and Draco pulled his head back, slipping himself out of Harry's mouth.
"Kiss me," he commanded, and Harry quickly stood back up, bringing his pink lips to meet Draco's. He tasted so sweet but also salty now, and Draco could taste his own precum on Harry's mouth. The thought of his cum in Harry's mouth alone might be enough to send him to the edge. He reached down to massage Harry's cock underneath his boxer shorts, and was not surprised to find that it was much larger than average. Of course the chosen one would have a perfect cock, on top of everything else. The universe just seemed to have had its fun with this one.
They stumbled back into the study, this time Draco pushing Harry backwards through their kiss, and toppled upon the chaise lounge that they had been kissing on only earlier that morning. The gas lamps in the room cast a warm glow around them, and Draco was getting goosebumps all up and down his arms from the anticipation of what would happen next.
"Draco," Harry said quietly, his body pressed underneath Draco's as it had been at the park earlier. "Draco, I want you to fuck me."
Draco felt his eyes widen in surprise, and saw the observation of his reaction evident upon Harry's face.
"Are you sure?" He repeated, as he had earlier. "You've never…"
"No, never," Harry responded, shaking his head slightly. "Well, I've practiced. You know, with a dildo, but I'm sure it's not the same. I wanted… I wanted it to be like this."
Draco didn't know if he was more shocked to learn that Harry Potter was a bottom, or that he "practiced" getting off by fucking himself with a dildo. He was sure he could use that visual to wank to for years to come.
"That's… the hottest thing I've ever heard," Draco responded truthfully.
"So you'll do it?" Harry asked, intertwining his fingers with Draco's once more. Draco couldn't remember feeling this intimate with someone in recent history, their naked bodies casually pressed against each other on the sofa, Harry's thumb rubbing circles against the outside of Draco's hand.
"Come here," Draco muttered, pulling Harry's mouth back against his. His heart was racing faster than it had been when they ran through the streets earlier. He traced the dark hair on Harry's chest with his index finger, running his thumb across a pink, hardened nipple like he had so wanted to do back in June.
He brought his tongue back down to Harry's neck, revelling in the taste of his skin, and pausing to lap at the hollow of his collar bone.
"I'll fuck you all night if you want me to," he whispered, and could feel Harry shiver underneath him. "I'll fuck you until you scream," he wrapped a fist again around Harry's cock, beginning to pump it slowly. "I'll fuck you until neither of us remember our names."
Harry gasped, shuddering at the slow movement of Draco's hand upon his cock. He muttered something entirely incoherent, clenching his eyes shut and bucking against the pressure, and Draco took that opportunity to slide a saliva soaked finger against Harry's entrance. He looked so, bloody sexy all splayed out on the chaise lounge, his veiny cock throbbing inside Harry's hand, his entire arse completely exposed to Draco. If Draco were to take a photograph of Harry like this, he never would have needed any other kind of pornography for as long as he lived.
Harry nearly shouted with pleasure as Draco began to rub his finger in circles, and Draco delighted when his own name was the next thing muttered out of Harry's panting mouth.
"I need it," Harry urged, begging Draco for more. "Draco please."
Here he was, the muscular, heroic boy who lived, the man who had slain a basilisk and defeated the Dark Lord, right underneath Draco's body and begging to be fucked. This was every fantasy Draco had dreamed of in his entire life, wrapped up into one encounter.
"Do you have…" He asked softly, not wanting to detract from the moment at hand.
"Yeah, under the sofa," Harry responded, his breath coming in short intervals. Draco retrieved a jar of mint flavored, magical warming lube and sank two fingers into it, proceeding to bury both of them completely inside Harry. He was so tight and warm and exactly what Draco wanted, and he could barely resist reaching his fingers up to press gently on Harry's prostate.
"Oh fuck, Draco - FUCK that's so good." Harry bucked up into Draco's hand once more, his eyes locked upon Draco's. He held his gaze as Draco's hand moved in and out, warming him up and stretching him out for what was to come. Harry was practically whimpering, pleading with each movement. Harry was biting his lower lip in concentration, focusing on the intensity of Draco's strokes, making Draco want to kiss him more than ever.
After a few moments of teasing, coaxing Harry's hole until he was writhing on the couch in anticipation, Draco began to stroke his own cock, coating it in the tingling, warm lubricant that was left on his fingers. Harry watched him do it, a look of unparalleled, existential pleasure upon his face. Draco lowered his body back over Harry's face so he could kiss him once more as he lined himself up with Harry's entrance.
Harry grabbed for Draco's free hand with his own, his green eyes wide and his lips parted slightly.
"Are you ready?" Draco whispered, holding Harry's gaze with an unmatched intensity.
"Yeah," Harry whispered urgently, squeezing Draco's hand. He brought his full lips back up to Draco's as Draco pushed himself inside.
Draco started slow at first, just letting the sounds Harry made guide him to what he should be doing, pulling out and pushing back in and eliciting the most heavenly moans from Harry with each movement. After a few times he pushed himself almost fully into Harry and felt the other man's body tense, then immediately withdrew, squeezing Harry's hand.
"Was that too much? Are you ok?"
"No, don't stop - That's fucking incredible…" Harry pulled Draco by his arse back into him, this time letting Draco slide completely inside. Now, Draco was the one practically shouting.
"God, you're so tight," he exclaimed, grasping Harry's hand a bit harder so he could focus on not orgasming right away. He had never felt this close with anyone he had ever slept with before, and wanted it to last for as long as possible.
He picked up the pace after that, bringing his hips into Harry's with a rhythm that nearly matched the heartbeat pounding in his chest. Harry was loosening up now, his hands now exploring Draco's back and arse, his mouth still hovering just around Draco's so he could bring his wet lips to Draco's in between shallow gasps and breaths.
The sounds they were making were positively out of this world. Draco's balls were smacking against Harry with each thrust, Harry's moans and whines rising with each increase of speed. Draco was enamored by the way Harry looked, the way he felt around Draco's cock; everything about him was astounding.
Draco didn't know how long they were like this - his mind seemed to lose track of time entirely in between the kissing and the fucking - but at some point Harry had wrapped his legs around Draco's back and pulled himself up to ride on top.
It was the most erotic thing Draco had ever witnessed in his life, Harry's bare chest was flushed red, his body wet with rain and sweat, his stiffened cock slapping against his stomach with each bounce. He was moaning again, riding Draco faster than Draco had even been fucking him, making Draco squeeze his eyes shut with pleasure.
"Fuck - That's... Fuck…" Draco gasped between intervals, burying his fingers into Harry's perfectly round arse and bouncing it on top of his cock. "That's… God that's gonna make me cum."
He looked up at Harry's flushed face, at the slightly nervous look of his upturned eyebrows, and could tell that Harry wasn't far behind him. Draco wrapped one of his hands around Harry's cock once more and began to jerk it towards him. Harry let out a string of swear words as he continued to ride Draco's cock, moving faster and faster, matching the pace that Draco set stroking him.
"I'm gonna cum too," Harry exclaimed, his voice shaking, his eyes looking more and more panicked by the second.
The tightness in his balls was almost more than Draco could handle. He kept his eyes fixed on Harry, every second growing closer and closer to the edge, until Harry was riding him faster than ever, he could barely hear anything besides the beat of his heart, and he was flooding Harry with everything that had been built up inside him for as long as he could remember. He felt the slickness of Harry's own release upon his chest, watched him shudder as he reached his climax, and felt the immediate rush of euphoria hit him like a train.
It was the best he could remember feeling after sex. It was everything he had wanted, everything he had dreamed of for so long, and now it was Harry collapsing against his body, his messy hair nuzzling against Draco's chest.
He was so, so happy. And so, goddamned tired. He didn't care that they were covered in spunk and their wands were in the hallway with the rest of their clothes. He just wanted to hold Harry against his chest like that for the rest of his life, and maybe the next life as well.
He inhaled deeply, smelling the sweet, musky scent of Harry's damp hair, and beginning to stroke his back as he breathed against Draco. He didn't know if there were words to express how he felt right now. He didn't think anything he could come up with would do the feeling justice.
So instead they both just lay there, their heartbeats finally slowing to their normal rates, their breathing becoming more and more relaxed as they drifted further away from consciousness. Draco thought he heard Harry mumble something against his chest as he was on the verge of sleep, but he couldn't register anything except the feeling of happiness and warmth that had completely overtaken him.
He felt like, after a lifetime's worth of wandering, he had finally come home.