Golden Summer Part 2
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Harry's eyes widened a little in realization as Oliver's offer was spoken. He found that - while not unpleasant - the tension between them was a little too new to Harry. He couldn't keep his eyes level with Oliver's. His gaze shifted back to Oliver's lips, moist and parted, then he focused on the collar of the boy's shirt. It seemed like a safe place to look, for now.
A silent moment passed. Oliver was just starting to worry that he'd read Harry wrong, had imagined the whole thing, when he heard Harry's soft reply.
"I'd like that a lot," Harry whispered, daring to bring his eyes back up again. Afraid he might soon wake up and find he'd been dreaming, Oliver wasted no time in leaning forward the few inches required. He touched his lips gently to Harry's.
Harry's eyes fluttered closed as he felt Oliver's mouth meet his. Their lips moved softly against one another. Oliver's free hand touched Harry's cheek, slid down, and settled on his neck, the fingertips lost in Harry's hair. He captured Harry's bottom lip in his own and slowly tasted it with his tongue. Harry answered the silent question by parting his lips slightly in invitation. He felt Oliver's tongue slip into his mouth and quickly met it with his own...and they were lost in the moment. Warm tongue sliding sensually against warm tongue. Tasting...Sucking...Coaxing...Lips pleading in an unspoken language.
Oliver guided Harry back to the ground and settled his own body along Harry's, not breaking their delicious kiss. Their legs tangled and Oliver slowly but carefully pressed his body into Harry's. Oliver was afraid he might be moving ahead a little too quickly for Harry, but was relieved and excited when Harry responded by moaning into his mouth. Oliver thought it was the most delicious thing he had ever felt.
Harry thought he must be in Heaven. Whey else should something feel this good? He was sure he could stay like this forever, drawing sustenance from Oliver's mouth, his body. He moaned again as their hips gently rocked together.
After long moments of pleasure found against each other, Oliver finally broke the kiss, their wet lips breathing harshly against each other. Harry whimpered at the loss. He felt Oliver's hot breath travel down his neck to his ear.
"Hush, now. Patience, Harry."
Oliver began a langorous exploration of Harry's body. Harry was placated by Oliver's mouth, hot on his neck, licking, sucking, gently biting the exposed flesh. He felt Oliver smoothly raise the hem of his shirt, felt the palm and warm fingertips caress his chest, arched his body in delight as Oliver's experienced fingers brushed over his already hard nipples. It was as if his body was an instrument and Oliver knew how to play. Harry gasped as Oliver placed his lips over one dusky pink nipple, bathing it with his tongue. Hands tangled in his hair urged Oliver to continue. He graciously complied, giving each tiny nub equal attention. Oliver thouroughly explored every exposed bit of Harry's bare torso, while Harry's hands alternately grasped and stroked every part of Oliver he could get to. By the time Oliver reached the waistband of Harry's faded jeans, the boy was simply writhing in the grass.
Oliver knew well the power of anticipation. He maintained his liesurely pace, slowly slipping his tongue under the edge of the restricting fabric and sliding it around to Harry's hip bone. He deftly unfastened the pants and peeled them back, skimming his lips over each bit of pale flesh as it was exposed. His actions, while a bit slow paced, seemed even more drawn out to Harry, who was moaning quietly and trying his hardest not to thrust his pelvis into Oliver's face.
The older Gryffindor, who normally had infinite patience in these matters, found that he was indeed very hungry for more of Harry, all of Harry. He finished unclothing the boy in a few swift moments, his mough watering as he got his first full view of Harry, unclothed but for the shirt pushed up around his armpits. Oliver paused to taste the soft skin inside Harry's knees, to gently flick his tongue along the pale, sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs.
By the time his hot breath reached the point of Harry's arousal, the younger boy had become rock hard and was keening softly in frustration. Oliver glanced up to see that his head was thrown back and he was gently brushing his fingertips over his own nipples.
"Please..." he begged in a raspy voice.
Oliver finally gave in to temptation and slid his tongue up Harry's length. At the boy's gasp of pleasure, Oliver's restraint faded. He wanted to do so many things to Harry, to show him so much. *I figure this is as good a way as any to start,* he thought, and took Harry full into his mouth.
Harry nearly cried at the sheer pleasure he found in Oliver's hot mouth. He knew he wouldn't last long, not after the prolonged teasing the older boy had provided. But Harry knew that it would be alright, that Oliver would understand. And when the moment arrived, Oliver did understand. He coaxed Harry with his lips and comforted Harry with his hands, understanding just what was needed. And in Harry's pleasure fogged mind, it was beautiful.
Some moments later, as they lay close in the dying light, Harry heard Oliver speak softly.
"Harry...I wish I could lay here now and whisper sweet words of promise in your ear, to...and...well, the thing is, I'm not sure when I'll be back, maybe not until next year, and I should have said this sooner, and..."
"Ssshh..." Harry whispered, placing his fingers on Oliver's lips. "I know you would, but that's not what I'm asking you for. I understand that you'll be leaving, so I'll not be unrealistic about all of this. If the summer's all we've got then we'll make it as good as we can. It's already so much better than I ever expected."
"Aye," whispered Oliver. "It's golden."
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A/N Sorry if this wasn't as detailed as you'd like. I purposely left out a lot of description and emotion, as this is just a companion piece to a larger Harry/Draco fic I'm working on. I particularly like a Harry/Oliver pairing but I couldn't have the scenes in this story be better and more complete than the scenes in the larger story. It just wouldn't make sense! Anyhow, let me know what you thought - please review.
Thank You for your lovely comments.
DracoLurve
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Harry's eyes widened a little in realization as Oliver's offer was spoken. He found that - while not unpleasant - the tension between them was a little too new to Harry. He couldn't keep his eyes level with Oliver's. His gaze shifted back to Oliver's lips, moist and parted, then he focused on the collar of the boy's shirt. It seemed like a safe place to look, for now.
A silent moment passed. Oliver was just starting to worry that he'd read Harry wrong, had imagined the whole thing, when he heard Harry's soft reply.
"I'd like that a lot," Harry whispered, daring to bring his eyes back up again. Afraid he might soon wake up and find he'd been dreaming, Oliver wasted no time in leaning forward the few inches required. He touched his lips gently to Harry's.
Harry's eyes fluttered closed as he felt Oliver's mouth meet his. Their lips moved softly against one another. Oliver's free hand touched Harry's cheek, slid down, and settled on his neck, the fingertips lost in Harry's hair. He captured Harry's bottom lip in his own and slowly tasted it with his tongue. Harry answered the silent question by parting his lips slightly in invitation. He felt Oliver's tongue slip into his mouth and quickly met it with his own...and they were lost in the moment. Warm tongue sliding sensually against warm tongue. Tasting...Sucking...Coaxing...Lips pleading in an unspoken language.
Oliver guided Harry back to the ground and settled his own body along Harry's, not breaking their delicious kiss. Their legs tangled and Oliver slowly but carefully pressed his body into Harry's. Oliver was afraid he might be moving ahead a little too quickly for Harry, but was relieved and excited when Harry responded by moaning into his mouth. Oliver thought it was the most delicious thing he had ever felt.
Harry thought he must be in Heaven. Whey else should something feel this good? He was sure he could stay like this forever, drawing sustenance from Oliver's mouth, his body. He moaned again as their hips gently rocked together.
After long moments of pleasure found against each other, Oliver finally broke the kiss, their wet lips breathing harshly against each other. Harry whimpered at the loss. He felt Oliver's hot breath travel down his neck to his ear.
"Hush, now. Patience, Harry."
Oliver began a langorous exploration of Harry's body. Harry was placated by Oliver's mouth, hot on his neck, licking, sucking, gently biting the exposed flesh. He felt Oliver smoothly raise the hem of his shirt, felt the palm and warm fingertips caress his chest, arched his body in delight as Oliver's experienced fingers brushed over his already hard nipples. It was as if his body was an instrument and Oliver knew how to play. Harry gasped as Oliver placed his lips over one dusky pink nipple, bathing it with his tongue. Hands tangled in his hair urged Oliver to continue. He graciously complied, giving each tiny nub equal attention. Oliver thouroughly explored every exposed bit of Harry's bare torso, while Harry's hands alternately grasped and stroked every part of Oliver he could get to. By the time Oliver reached the waistband of Harry's faded jeans, the boy was simply writhing in the grass.
Oliver knew well the power of anticipation. He maintained his liesurely pace, slowly slipping his tongue under the edge of the restricting fabric and sliding it around to Harry's hip bone. He deftly unfastened the pants and peeled them back, skimming his lips over each bit of pale flesh as it was exposed. His actions, while a bit slow paced, seemed even more drawn out to Harry, who was moaning quietly and trying his hardest not to thrust his pelvis into Oliver's face.
The older Gryffindor, who normally had infinite patience in these matters, found that he was indeed very hungry for more of Harry, all of Harry. He finished unclothing the boy in a few swift moments, his mough watering as he got his first full view of Harry, unclothed but for the shirt pushed up around his armpits. Oliver paused to taste the soft skin inside Harry's knees, to gently flick his tongue along the pale, sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs.
By the time his hot breath reached the point of Harry's arousal, the younger boy had become rock hard and was keening softly in frustration. Oliver glanced up to see that his head was thrown back and he was gently brushing his fingertips over his own nipples.
"Please..." he begged in a raspy voice.
Oliver finally gave in to temptation and slid his tongue up Harry's length. At the boy's gasp of pleasure, Oliver's restraint faded. He wanted to do so many things to Harry, to show him so much. *I figure this is as good a way as any to start,* he thought, and took Harry full into his mouth.
Harry nearly cried at the sheer pleasure he found in Oliver's hot mouth. He knew he wouldn't last long, not after the prolonged teasing the older boy had provided. But Harry knew that it would be alright, that Oliver would understand. And when the moment arrived, Oliver did understand. He coaxed Harry with his lips and comforted Harry with his hands, understanding just what was needed. And in Harry's pleasure fogged mind, it was beautiful.
Some moments later, as they lay close in the dying light, Harry heard Oliver speak softly.
"Harry...I wish I could lay here now and whisper sweet words of promise in your ear, to...and...well, the thing is, I'm not sure when I'll be back, maybe not until next year, and I should have said this sooner, and..."
"Ssshh..." Harry whispered, placing his fingers on Oliver's lips. "I know you would, but that's not what I'm asking you for. I understand that you'll be leaving, so I'll not be unrealistic about all of this. If the summer's all we've got then we'll make it as good as we can. It's already so much better than I ever expected."
"Aye," whispered Oliver. "It's golden."
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A/N Sorry if this wasn't as detailed as you'd like. I purposely left out a lot of description and emotion, as this is just a companion piece to a larger Harry/Draco fic I'm working on. I particularly like a Harry/Oliver pairing but I couldn't have the scenes in this story be better and more complete than the scenes in the larger story. It just wouldn't make sense! Anyhow, let me know what you thought - please review.
Thank You for your lovely comments.
DracoLurve