Disclaimer: Not my characters.
NB: Slash.
R: For fighting and swearing and sex.
AN: This is the section in which Draco and Harry get it on. It gets a little graphic. If you aren't interested, you can scroll down to the first "::" symbol (about halfway through the chapter) to get back to the plot. The next and final part is all plot and is Harry's POV. I really liked switching voices, so even if you skip what's below, I'd love for you to hang on for that. Any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks!
I liked having Harry in my bed. I worked my way slowly from the faded tan mark on his neck to the pencil line of soft black hair beneath his navel. When I reached his belt, I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed. Which made me feel, on top of ridiculously horny, strangely tender.
I undid his buckle, slid his pants off, and took his cock in my mouth. His hips jerked so hard he probably gave me another black eye, but that was totally different. That was fine.
His cock was about the same length as mine and slightly thicker. It curved much more strongly to the left. I lay on his left side, propped on one elbow, and sucked on it lazily, running my mouth up and down. After a bit, I added one hand, then the other, and then had to hold him down with both forearms to keep him from knocking me off the bed.
When I stopped, he said, "Oh my god. Malfoy. Oh my god." He didn't open his eyes. It was pretty cute, how expectantly he was waiting for me to finish him off.
I stretched out next to him, slung my arm over his chest, said, "Yeah," and let the tension drain out of me like I was about to fall asleep.
Harry rolled onto his side, alarmed, and looked down at me. I half expected him to poke me and struggled to keep from laughing. After a moment, I felt him assessing my body. When he tugged on my belt, I groaned in spite of myself. I peeked through my lashes and saw him grin as he got my pants undone and prepared to go to work on me.
He was terrible at first, but I wanted him so badly it didn't matter. By the time he finally caught the rhythm of it, long strings of hot saliva lacing my hips and thighs, I was so excited that I thought I might black out. Huge green clouds were interrupting my vision and I was having trouble breathing. I grabbed his head and pulled him up along my chest. He said, "How was that?"
"Do you want…can I…should we…?" He had no idea what I was talking about. I took him in my mouth again and felt him flip around to do the same. Just short of orgasm, it occurred to me how impressive it was that he hadn't come in the first five minutes. When we finally did, within seconds of each other, it was like a gas explosion. Afterward, I lay there for a bit, watching the sparkly insides of my eyelids, my mouth still around him.
When we sat up and faced each other, his chin was all slick, which was possibly the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I took his face in my hands and kissed him. Our mouths were salty and bitter. He rubbed one sticky palm off on his chest. I leaned down and licked that and felt his mouth on my neck and his hands in my hair. Then we were kissing again. Pretty soon, he dipped his head down. I pulled him back and said, "Wow. No. God. Harry. That's not how I want to…have you…this time."
He sat, looking at me, still not sure what I meant.
I said, "Do you trust me?"
He nodded, but I didn't believe him.
"Seriously, Harry. I'm really, really happy right now. I don't know what that means. It may not mean anything. But until we both come again, I am prepared to do anything you want. And I'm pretty sure you're going to want this."
I kissed his mouth, traveled across his cheek, breathed into his ear, and sucked my way along his neck to his shoulder. He shivered and I followed his collarbone over his shoulder toward his back, easing my body around his until I was able to suck hard on the skin over the bones in his nape. He groaned and I pulled him down onto his side, kissing my way along his vertebrae and slowly pushing him onto his stomach.
There was a shift in the alertness of his skin and I could feel an inviting tautness in his muscles. I thought, aha, now he knows where this is going. When my tongue reached the base of his spine, he gasped and I slid on top of him, holding his thighs apart with my knees.
I was moving pretty slowly, running my tongue into that soft cleft, and then inside him, gently following with one finger, then with two, using some slippery stuff I kept on the night stand. I slid my other hand under his stomach, tightly gripped his cock, and braced him as he bucked under me.
When I started to feel like he wanted it so badly that desire had overwhelmed any last shreds of hesitation, I stretched out over him, my legs aligned with his, tangled my free hand in his hair, and sucked a hard hickey into the back of his neck. I muttered, "Are you sure?"
He nodded. He was lying on one cheek. His eyes were closed. I rested my cheekbone on his, tilted my head to kiss the side of his mouth, and asked him again. He nodded again. I could feel myself pressing against him, everything hot and liquid, the tip of me in that wet concavity, his hips slightly raised and pushing back.
"Harry," I groaned, hoarse and hungry, "You have to say it. Say you want it. Say my name."
"God," he murmured. "Yes. Please just…yes already. Please. Now." Then he said, "Draco," and the blood pounding just beneath the surface of my skin went up in flames.
I tried to be gentle, but all those slick nerve endings were like noise, screaming through my body, and the hand I had gripped around his shoulder was slippery with sweat, and the moment he murmured to me to go faster, I lost any last vestiges of control and my body was moving at a speed I couldn't really understand and all I wanted was to retain consciousness until it happened.
When it finally did, there was a pause first, like an eye in a storm, a slow moment of racheting up, and for an instant I was intensely aware of the dense, silky surface of his skin, his hair in my mouth, the trembling muscles in both our thighs as if we'd been running sprints---and then we tipped over, accelerating, everything rocketing outwards, both of us crying out so loudly that the silence that followed was deafening.
After a few minutes I could hear us breathing again and recognized the feeling of Harry's hot, sticky body under mine. I noticed that his very wet cock was softening in my hand. I put my mouth on the back of his neck, too disoriented to form a kiss.
He said, "Jesus."
"Yeah." I didn't want him to pull away from me and rolled us onto our sides, still together. I licked his neck. "So. How was that?"
I could tell he was smiling, knew his eyes were closed, and anticipated the exact moment when he carefully disentangled himself from my hand, shrugged us apart, and settled onto his back. I curled against him, draped an arm across his chest, and felt his fingers in my hair. He said, "It was… Wow. Sex. I like it."
I smiled. "I thought you might."
"Of course you did. Because you know me so well. Draco." He was laughing.
I said, "Yeah. Well. Now I guess I do."
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Kal found us. Hilariously, being Kal, she was totally unfazed. She just curled up next to me and fell asleep. When Harry woke up, there were three arms wrapped around him. I opened my eyes a minute or two after he did, looked up at his lifted brows, down at the extra hand, back at Kal, and shrugged at him. He extricated himself gently and whispered that he had to leave. I nodded and tried to stay on the bed, as if falling back asleep with Kal were what I most wanted to do, but I couldn't pull it off. I finally slipped away from her to follow him to the door. "So. That was, ah---"
"Yeah. Look, Malfoy." I must have looked stricken because he immediately said, "Draco."
"What?"
"We can't… I mean… This is obviously…"
I looked away from him. "Yeah. I know."
"Okay."
"I will point out to you that you chased me pretty hard for a person who just wanted to make sure his first time was a really good lay."
"Jesus. Draco."
"Yeah. I know. I sound like a hysterical girl." We both looked at Kal, asleep on the bed. She was sort of gorgeous, with her gazelle limbs and curly black hair. She had the sheet twisted around her like a toga and was sucking on her fingers. I felt an obligatory throb in my groin and said, "It usually wears off after a few hours."
"What does?"
"The glow."
"Oh. Really?"
"Usually."
His voice was a little tight. He said, "Right. Okay then."
"Maybe not. The sex is better with you."
"Really?" Harry couldn't quite play that off. I smiled. He said, "Yeah. Okay. Thanks. I really liked it. But we can't exactly… I mean, it's so…weird."
"You're ashamed of me."
"I am, actually." He looked startled.
"That's all right. Look, Harry. I had a really good time. You're very sexy." I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth and felt him tense a little with anticipation. Then I pulled away. "Now get out of here before someone notices you've spent the night with me." He left and I slowly pushed the door shut behind him.
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Later, after Kal cleared out, giddily agreeing to keep our secret if I promised to include her next time, it occurred to me that whether or not it went anywhere in the short term, there wouldn't actually be a long term. For reasons that I had no intention of telling you.
Which was too bad, because it was heavenly, Harry, very nearly a reason to live, certainly the best I ever had. And I know you're rolling your eyes right now, recollecting my appalling promiscuity. But as I think I've just proven to you (and now I'm picturing you, lying in bed, the hangings pulled shut, wrecking your eyes reading this in the low light, hurting and furious with me, but also disturbingly aroused) I'm quite sincere.
So, right now, while…this and you…are still fresh in my mind, the glow pulsing in my limbs, and the air in my room heady with musk, I've decided to write it all down. I hope you enjoy it, Harry. And while my declaration earlier may have been premature, I know that between my writing this and your reading it, I'll say it again, maybe lots of times, laughing or smiling or deadly serious, and I know that at some point, before it's too late, you'll believe me.
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AN: Thanks for reading. Reviews are very welcome.