After Draco withdrew and cleaned them both up, he flopped back onto his back beside Harry, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Alright?" When Harry didn't immediately respond, he twisted his head to study his expression. He seemed to be gaping for an answer, his throat bobbing for a bit too long. Shit… He propped himself up onto one elbow to lean over him, and Harry offered him a weak smile. "Harry?"
The brunette stopped trying for an unconvincing smile, instead a crease formed between his brows.
"S-sorry, I… I lied to you." Without really thinking about it, Draco reached a hand to brush Harry's hair off his forehead. His eyes caught on his scar, but he only waited with a quirked brow for Harry to continue. "I, um… Th-that was my, er… Fuck. " His fluttering eyes glanced away once, a suspicious pink reaching into his ears. "My f-first time…"
Draco's hand stilled in his hair, eyes going wide. "First time… With a bloke?"
"No! No, not…" Harry huffed an awkward chuckle, and reached up to pass a hand over his mouth. "Not that, er…"
He saw the brunette wince, and suddenly it clicked for him.
"Shit… Did–" A sigh. "Did I hurt you?"
Harry met his gaze, eyes slightly wide for a gasping moment before slowly shaking his head. Draco frowned, wondering what could've been wrong for him to still seem unsure if he was alright or not, when his first time getting fucked resurfaced in his memory. And a slow smile spread across his lips.
"It's not so bad, is it?" Harry shook his head again, and he had to chuckle at the shock in his eyes. But when he still said nothing, he reached down to run an appreciative palm across his molded chest, and it swelled with Harry's deep inhale beneath his touch. Draco rested his chin in his palm, grinning down at the speechless man in his bed.
I know exactly how vulnerable he must be feeling right now. I wonder if I'll get to hear anymore confessions from those lips.
"Where did your, er… S-scars go?"
A corner of his grin twitched, and he cleared his throat. "Disillusionment. For work."
Harry quirked an eyebrow up at him. "Are you on the clock?"
Draco couldn't help but huff a short laugh. "No, I suppose not. Why? Did you want to see?"
Green eyes cast a glance down his body, but eventually tore away to gaze blankly at the ceiling.
"You're alright."
He bit back a question that burned on his lips, but he realized with a start that Harry probably used something similar. Other than the iconic scar that branched across the left side of his brow, his body was generally… Well, flawless. And no way did he take a second Killing Curse in the chest with no evidence left in his skin. But it wasn't his place to ask, so he just quietly traced his fingers across his chest, his shoulders, silently appreciating the company.
"Why-" Harry began quietly, and then cleared his throat. "W-why did you… Wanna fuck me?"
Draco snorted. "I'd imagine it has something to do with all this, " he gestured down at Harry's body, and he glanced down at himself. And then laid his head back on the pillow with a hum. "I'm surprised you let me, honestly."
With all the compliments he'd already given him, he had only slightly been calling his bluff when he'd asked to kiss him. Not that it wasn't surprising, but he supposed he had his answer. Harry turned back to look at him, and the vulnerability he knew he felt shone in his eyes so blatantly, he felt his grin soften.
"After… Everything," he began softly, and Draco held his breath. "I… I was approached left and fucking right by men, women… And I…" The corners of his green eyes wrinkled slightly. "I ate that shit up for a minute." A smirk twisted Draco's lips as his attention dipped to Harry's bobbing throat. "B-but then one day, I just… S-something changed."
Something like fear sparked behind those green eyes so quickly he almost missed it before they returned to study the ceiling. But still, he continued.
"I don't know what happened, but I just… Woke up on a random day and… Couldn't stand anyone touching me."
Draco's hand stilled on his chest, and he was just about to withdraw it, an apology already on his tongue, but the brunette caught his fingers and held them to himself.
"Y-you're alright…" His hesitant attention returned to Draco's. "F-for whatever reason, you…"
Cautiously, he resumed his gentle caress and Harry let him, eyes sliding shut. He felt a frown knit his brow as the brunette breathed deeply, slowly beneath his touch.
"How long…?"
Harry swallowed again, but didn't open his eyes. "Five years."
"Five-!?" Draco's words choked off in his throat. He's hated being touched for five fucking years? But… But he said I could. Why me?
"Don't stop," he requested quietly, and Draco realized he'd paused to allow this knowledge to wash over him. When green eyes returned to his, he studied his expression.
To not like being touched for that long, he must be aching for it. Cautiously, curiously, Draco leaned further over him on his elbow, and closed his lips back to Harry's. He was encouraged to hear a sharp inhale through the Savior's nose, and the mouth beneath his opened for him.
Why me? chanted through his head on a loop as he slid his hand down Harry's stomach to find his erection, and a groan rumbled in his throat. The underside of Harry's tongue was smooth and so soft against his, and he gave a stuttering gasp. Shit…
I'd touch him as much as he'd let me, honestly.
To have been celibate for five years and then fucked twice in one night was… Unexpected to say the least. And though he was woefully out of practice, Draco had arched and gasped and cried out beneath Harry as he'd returned the favor in kind. And then he was promptly asleep.
With just enough alcohol in his system and exhaustion from the exertion, he hadn't even thought to worry about his Dreamless Sleep. But to his intense surprise, he awoke the next morning… Peacefully. Not a single nightmare. And wrapped up in arms he didn't immediately shudder away from.
It nearly had him in tears, how safe and warm and content he felt in that embrace, but the sheer absurdity of delighting in Draco's arms tore him out of them and from the bed altogether. Which, of course, woke the blond.
"Harry?" he groaned sleepily as he rubbed his eyes. Harry scratched his neck and looked around for his clothes. Only to realize his glasses were nowhere to be found and he couldn't see shit.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to wake you…" Hesitantly, he reached back for the mattress, hands searching for the frames a moment before another hand found his and led him to their destination. "Thanks."
"You alright?" As he stood again and shoved his glasses onto his face, he was shocked silent to find Draco, propped up on one elbow and blinking up at him, and with bedhead/sex hair that somehow made him impossibly more handsome.
FUCK!
"Y-yeah, I just…" He fidgeted nervously, trying to come up with some excuse to leave. He had practice… Well, no he didn't, but he could lie. Draco sighed.
"You're freaking out," he concluded. When Harry didn't answer, he rolled his eyes and laid back on the bed. "I'm not gonna give you shit for wanting me to touch you, so if you wanna come back to bed, you can. Or you can leave, whatever suits you. I can whip us up some breakfast in a bit if you'd like."
Harry's head whirled as Draco stretched against the pillows, long, pale limbs that made his mouth water. But it wasn't the abject beauty tangled with the sheets before him that made his head whirl (okay, not ONLY that), but Draco was being uncharacteristically kind. Casual, even, despite the fact that they'd spent the night together. And neither of them had been drunk enough to use it as an excuse.
"You're… Not freaking out?"
Draco snorted. "Why would I? I just had an incredible evening with the Savior of the World. I'm the happiest I've been in–" His words choked in his throat, and he swallowed. And looked back over at Harry. "What do you want to do?"
As he bent his arms behind his head and waited patiently, Harry considered. They'd already fucked twice, hadn't they? What harm could a few more hours together beneath the sheets really do? Hesitantly, and very slowly, he returned to the mattress. Wiggled under the covers and cautiously laid his head against Draco's chest. His heart beat soundly beneath his ear as he allowed an arm to stretch over his stomach and a leg to tangle with his. And nearly instantly, the knot that had threatened his throat took form.
This is… So nice. I don't want to like this so much. Fuck me!
Draco smelled of pine and citrus and something distinctly him as he curled an arm back around Harry, fingers dragging delicately up his spine. Neither said anything for a moment as Harry wrestled the tightness in his throat away.
"S-sorry for, er… Getting you on the Prophet's front page," he muttered against his chest, which rumbled with laughter a second later beneath him.
"My publicist loved it. All publicity is good publicity and all that."
Despite his words, Harry still winced again. "A-and I'm sorry if I… If I wasn't… Y'know, up to par last night. Like I said, I haven't–"
"Harry," Draco interrupted. "How about we just agree to forgive each other for everything and let that be that?"
Forgive each other… For everything? Truthfully, Harry hadn't borne a grudge against him. As far as he was concerned, it was all ancient history, but he lifted a frown off Draco's chest to meet his eyes, unsure if he knew what he was asking.
"Everything?" Draco peered down at him.
"Mm. Unless you'd like to break my nose, too. Though I'm fairly sure you slicing me to ribbons in the bathroom settled that debt."
Harry chuckled, and then froze. How is he being so casual about that? And why the hell did I laugh? An uncomfortable swallow forced itself down his throat. Bloody hell, maybe St. Mungo's can work miracles. He's like a completely different person.
Shame rose up in him, burning his cheeks, and he suddenly couldn't meet the blond's gaze anymore. So he dropped his head back onto his chest, marveling slightly at the texture of his skin against him.
"I-I think you… Fucked any resentment I might've still had against you out of me."
Draco laughed, truly laughed, and pulled Harry closer to him. A kiss was pressed to his hair, and then a sigh loosed into the knots.
"We should do this more often."
Harry stiffened. Oh, god… He wants to be fuck buddies? I mean, I… Suppose he is the only one I can tolerate touching me, let alone fucking me… And he didn't immediately kick me out after the fact. Maybe I… I could benefit from this too.
"S-sure," he quietly agreed, squeezing his eyes shut. And he heard Draco's heart stutter in his chest.
