First of all, apoligies for not updating sooner. With the holidays, getting
caught up at work and the "Ache-all-over-and-be-out-of-your-mind-with-fever-
flu", I have been running behind.
Second, thanks as always for the wonderful reviews, they are always welcomed!
This chapter is split into two parts, and the second part should be up soon. Both chapters earn a heavy R rating for sexual situations, so please do not read if it offends.
On with the show....
Chapter V. Tell Me What You Want - Part I.
"Thank you very much, Ginny. We'll pick Ivy up around lunchtime."
Harry handed a small pink suitcase to the youngest Weasley, and bent down to kiss his daughter goodbye.
"Be good for Miss Ginny, sweetie, and Mummy and I will see you tomorrow, ok?"
"Ok, Daddy," she smiled. "Bye, love you!"
"Love you, too." He stood again to address Ginny.
"Thank you again," Harry whispered. "Dra and I really needed some quality time, if you know what I mean."
Ginny nodded and smiled. "Oh, yes. I see. Board games, tea, some stimulating conversation, perhaps?"
"Stimulating, but little conversation." He grinned as he closed the door. "See you tomorrow, Ms. Weasley."
Harry walked back into the dining room, intending to clear the table from dinner, but stopped as he heard the shower come on. He looked at the table, then the bathroom door, then the table. A wicked smile crossed his face as he abandoned all thought of kitchen clean up. Other activities were demanding his immediate attention.
Draco stepped forward into the soothing spray of warm water, his eyes closed as it trickled over his face.
Suddenly he felt strong hands slide around him from behind, and hot breath against his ear. "Care if I join you?" came the heated whisper.
"Not at all, Mr. Potter," Draco breathed. "As a matter of fact, I strongly encourage it."
Harry trailed his hands over Draco's chest, closing the gap between them as he began suckling at the back of his neck. He loved the moan this always extracted from the blond; the way he made his body react in ways no one else could. Certainly, Draco knew how to bring him to his knees as well, so to speak. They were absolutely complete.
Carefully, Harry took the bar of soap from Draco's hand, turning it over and over between his own hands to create a lather. He laid the bar on the side of the tub, then slid both hands across Draco's shoulders, massaging them gently before dipping his hands back down his chest. Draco tilted his head to the side, leaning back against the hardened body pressing against him.
Harry kissed the back of Draco's neck, his mouth gliding up to his ear, to his jawline, before finally turning him around to devour Draco's warm mouth, the soap between them deliciously slippery as they moved against one another, hands wandering over every inch of warm, wet skin.
Draco broke the kiss long enough to whisper against Harry's searing lips.
"Tell me what you want."
Harry closed his eyes and shuddered. He felt his body react hard to the soft words, the most decadent visions playing in his mind.
"I want you," he finally breathed.
Draco ground his hips against his raven-haired lover.
"To do what?" he teased, gliding his hand lower, down Harry's stomach, stopping just shy of his intended destination.
"Oh, gods,"Harry moaned.
"Tell me.." Draco murmered against his mouth. "Tell me what you want..."
Harry pushed Draco back against the side of the shower, his eyes flashing with pure lust. "I want to feel your mouth on me," he breathed. "I want to watch you slide your hot, wet tongue around me and suck me until I scream for mercy."
Draco smiled sweetly, then reversed their positions so Harry's back was to the wall, just close enough to the spray for the warm water to cascade down his heated body.
"Now, see," Draco grinned. "That wasn't so hard, was it." He slowly slid down to his knees, raking his fingers down Harry's chest, his stomach, easing his touch as he wrapped his hand around Harry's arousal, drawing a sharp gasp.
"Although," Draco continued. "This certainly is."
Harry's eyes began to glaze over as Draco moved his hand back and forth, the water trickling through his fingers. He reached out to steady himself against the wall as Draco looked up, his eyes never leaving Harry's as he parted his wet lips and slowly took him in, loving the sharp cry it brought; and the deep, throaty moan that followed.
Harry had never seen anything so erotic as the sight of Draco as the heated water trickled down his face, on his lips, down his body. He wanted to remember this vision for the rest of his life, although he was beginning to wonder if it wouldn't kill him first.
"Draco..." he moaned, tangling his hands into the blond's wet hair. "So good..."
Harry gritted his teeth as Draco took all of him in, licking up the underside as he slid back, before quickening the pace, in and out. He would slow momentarily, letting the Gryffindor catch his breath, before assaulting him with renewed fervor.
Harry held to him, his breathing ragged and short. Draco snaked his hands around to Harry's backside, encouraging him to push deeper, his own moans driving the brunet to the brink.
"Dra..." Harry choked. "I'm...I'm..." he clenched his teeth and threw his head back, his entire body tensing before... "Oh, gods, YES!", he cried, his hips bucking toward Draco, who hungrily swallowed every drop he could wrench from the shaking Golden-Boy. Harry trembled as Draco circled him with his tongue, his mouth never leaving him until he was completly satiated.
Harry's knees nearly gave way before Draco stood back up to hold him, crushing his mouth in a scorching kiss, then pulling back enough to trace Harry's swollen lips with the tip of his tongue, slowly, before trailing his mouth up Harry's jawline to his ear.
"Now, my love," he growled. "Let me tell you what I want..."
TBC in Chapter V. Part II.
A/N: If you have any suggestions for what Draco might want, they will be much appreciated. I have ideas, but always room for more! GE
Second, thanks as always for the wonderful reviews, they are always welcomed!
This chapter is split into two parts, and the second part should be up soon. Both chapters earn a heavy R rating for sexual situations, so please do not read if it offends.
On with the show....
Chapter V. Tell Me What You Want - Part I.
"Thank you very much, Ginny. We'll pick Ivy up around lunchtime."
Harry handed a small pink suitcase to the youngest Weasley, and bent down to kiss his daughter goodbye.
"Be good for Miss Ginny, sweetie, and Mummy and I will see you tomorrow, ok?"
"Ok, Daddy," she smiled. "Bye, love you!"
"Love you, too." He stood again to address Ginny.
"Thank you again," Harry whispered. "Dra and I really needed some quality time, if you know what I mean."
Ginny nodded and smiled. "Oh, yes. I see. Board games, tea, some stimulating conversation, perhaps?"
"Stimulating, but little conversation." He grinned as he closed the door. "See you tomorrow, Ms. Weasley."
Harry walked back into the dining room, intending to clear the table from dinner, but stopped as he heard the shower come on. He looked at the table, then the bathroom door, then the table. A wicked smile crossed his face as he abandoned all thought of kitchen clean up. Other activities were demanding his immediate attention.
Draco stepped forward into the soothing spray of warm water, his eyes closed as it trickled over his face.
Suddenly he felt strong hands slide around him from behind, and hot breath against his ear. "Care if I join you?" came the heated whisper.
"Not at all, Mr. Potter," Draco breathed. "As a matter of fact, I strongly encourage it."
Harry trailed his hands over Draco's chest, closing the gap between them as he began suckling at the back of his neck. He loved the moan this always extracted from the blond; the way he made his body react in ways no one else could. Certainly, Draco knew how to bring him to his knees as well, so to speak. They were absolutely complete.
Carefully, Harry took the bar of soap from Draco's hand, turning it over and over between his own hands to create a lather. He laid the bar on the side of the tub, then slid both hands across Draco's shoulders, massaging them gently before dipping his hands back down his chest. Draco tilted his head to the side, leaning back against the hardened body pressing against him.
Harry kissed the back of Draco's neck, his mouth gliding up to his ear, to his jawline, before finally turning him around to devour Draco's warm mouth, the soap between them deliciously slippery as they moved against one another, hands wandering over every inch of warm, wet skin.
Draco broke the kiss long enough to whisper against Harry's searing lips.
"Tell me what you want."
Harry closed his eyes and shuddered. He felt his body react hard to the soft words, the most decadent visions playing in his mind.
"I want you," he finally breathed.
Draco ground his hips against his raven-haired lover.
"To do what?" he teased, gliding his hand lower, down Harry's stomach, stopping just shy of his intended destination.
"Oh, gods,"Harry moaned.
"Tell me.." Draco murmered against his mouth. "Tell me what you want..."
Harry pushed Draco back against the side of the shower, his eyes flashing with pure lust. "I want to feel your mouth on me," he breathed. "I want to watch you slide your hot, wet tongue around me and suck me until I scream for mercy."
Draco smiled sweetly, then reversed their positions so Harry's back was to the wall, just close enough to the spray for the warm water to cascade down his heated body.
"Now, see," Draco grinned. "That wasn't so hard, was it." He slowly slid down to his knees, raking his fingers down Harry's chest, his stomach, easing his touch as he wrapped his hand around Harry's arousal, drawing a sharp gasp.
"Although," Draco continued. "This certainly is."
Harry's eyes began to glaze over as Draco moved his hand back and forth, the water trickling through his fingers. He reached out to steady himself against the wall as Draco looked up, his eyes never leaving Harry's as he parted his wet lips and slowly took him in, loving the sharp cry it brought; and the deep, throaty moan that followed.
Harry had never seen anything so erotic as the sight of Draco as the heated water trickled down his face, on his lips, down his body. He wanted to remember this vision for the rest of his life, although he was beginning to wonder if it wouldn't kill him first.
"Draco..." he moaned, tangling his hands into the blond's wet hair. "So good..."
Harry gritted his teeth as Draco took all of him in, licking up the underside as he slid back, before quickening the pace, in and out. He would slow momentarily, letting the Gryffindor catch his breath, before assaulting him with renewed fervor.
Harry held to him, his breathing ragged and short. Draco snaked his hands around to Harry's backside, encouraging him to push deeper, his own moans driving the brunet to the brink.
"Dra..." Harry choked. "I'm...I'm..." he clenched his teeth and threw his head back, his entire body tensing before... "Oh, gods, YES!", he cried, his hips bucking toward Draco, who hungrily swallowed every drop he could wrench from the shaking Golden-Boy. Harry trembled as Draco circled him with his tongue, his mouth never leaving him until he was completly satiated.
Harry's knees nearly gave way before Draco stood back up to hold him, crushing his mouth in a scorching kiss, then pulling back enough to trace Harry's swollen lips with the tip of his tongue, slowly, before trailing his mouth up Harry's jawline to his ear.
"Now, my love," he growled. "Let me tell you what I want..."
TBC in Chapter V. Part II.
A/N: If you have any suggestions for what Draco might want, they will be much appreciated. I have ideas, but always room for more! GE